#Marco (Bounty Stars)

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Preview: Star Wars: Bounty Hunters #40

Star Wars: Bounty Hunters #40 preview. The Galaxy's deadliest BOUNTY HUNTERS must stop a corrupted VALANCE! #comics #comicbooks #starwars

[dumbkiri]

ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ!

Here you will find the fandoms I write a great deal for.

Of course, you can always request an imagine with a character!

I don’t have a set schedule, so these works will come out sporadically!

GOJO SATORU

ᴏʜ, ᴍʏ ʙᴇʟᴏᴠ��ᴅ [F] Gojo Satoru plans to make [L.Name] [Name] his beloved wife to save her from the life she was forced in after the massacre of her family. Just like he does anything for his students, he will do everything for her to be his. Even challenging the King of Curses. 1......

ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ [F] You carry a strong and powerful cursed spirit that will set the whole world on fire for you. It attached itself to you and it is yours to command. When a bounty is put on your head along with your sister's, do you have the power to save her and give her the life she wants? 1, 2, 3....

SUKUNA RYOMEN

ꜱᴏᴜʟ ʙɪɴᴅɪɴɢ [F] Born as the Lady of the Inumaki Clan in the Heian Period, you take Sukuna as your devoted husband. But you did not prepare for the devastation that would run you over. Now you live in the modern era trying to restore your clan and protect your new family. Fate is cruel to you because your supposedly lost husband comes back and he won't let you out of his sight this time. 1, 2....

JASON TODD

ꜰᴀᴛᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇꜱ [F] Gotham is plunged into darkness and [Name] is tasked with saving Barbara from Batman's newest villain; the Arkham Knight. Their love story wasn't written in the stars, not in this universe. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 [FINISHED]

ʜʏᴘɴᴏᴛɪᴄ ʏᴏᴜ [F] Being Wonder Woman's and Superman's daughter comes with a heavy price. They kept an important secret from you and tried to hone your fighting skills by having Batman and his boys teach you the ropes. But a new friend knows your secret and plans to unleash your godly power. Everything you learned wasn't enough to warn you about her. 1....

DAMIAN WAYNE

ᴍʏ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ [F] Damian doesn't believe that he can be tied to someone because of a soulmate bond. Unluckily for him, the daughter of his most reckless brother captures his attention. It is weird that he can see the whole universe in her eyes? [HoH! Reader] 1, 2, 3......

ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ꜱɪʙʟɪɴɢꜱ [F] A ghost in the Al Ghul family, you trained all your life to kill and kill your enemies. One night, your brother pressed his communicative bracelet to contact you when he sees the league in Gotham. You show up and things get dreadful. You will never be accepted as a Wayne. 1, 2

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

ʙɪᴄᴋᴇʀɪɴɢ ꜰᴏᴏʟꜱ [F] Kageyama and Oikawa can never ever get along with each other. No one can shut them up unless it is the younger sister of Oikawa who is also the girlfriend of Kageyama.

ANNIE LEONHART

ᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ [M] Reiner tries to force Annie to take Marco's gear off and [Name] is not having any of it. He shows everyone how crazy and scary he can get when it comes to his girlfriend.

ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ [M] Before the ceremony, Annie confronts [Name] and tells him that she is the female titan. In his worry for her, he tries to help her get on the right path.

EREN JAEGER

ꜱʜᴇ ᴅɪᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ [F] [Name] is killed during the expedition to capture the female titan, but before her death, she tells the truth she found out that can save them all..

LEVI ACKERMAN

ᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʀ [F] [Name] is a titan shifter, the wielder of the War Hammer titan. She's a true soldier and the best warrior anybody could ask for. Yet all she wants to do is protect the people in the walls. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.....

ARMIN ARLERT

ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴍꜱ [F] You die in Armin's arms surrounded by everyone you love., listening to the wonders of the world.

IIDA TENYA

ʙᴏᴀꜱᴛꜰᴜʟ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ [M] Nothing is wrong with having a crazy and wild boyfriend. Take Iida as an example. Though [Name] may be reckless, Iida will have it no other way!

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍

🇼​​🇴​​🇷​​🇩​​🇸​ ​🇴​​🇫​ ​🇹​​🇭​​🇪​ ​🇵​​🇦​​🇸​​🇹​ [F] Omen hears a voice of an important woman from his past and he wants to know more about her. Luckily for him, the mission he goes on will itch the back of his head with forgotten memories.

𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍

𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨 [M] Helaena Targaryen witnesses the death of two boys, one being her brave son. [Name] hears of the tragic news and demands for answers. Then he realizes all the faults in the Greens control and he needs to get his family out of King's Landing. One, Two, Three...... ALT 2......

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊

​🇹​​🇭​​🇪​ ​🇸​​🇹​​🇦​​🇬​ ​🇵​​🇷​​🇮​​🇳​​🇨​​🇪​ [M] Robert's - legitimate - first born son is the embodiment of a strong prince. He will not stand for injustice and will demand for a proper solution to a problem. Unluckily for his brother, Joffrey, [Name] declares a duel to settle this one.

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I will get to the requests and submissions as fast as I can! Some have requested for different fandoms and I'm very excited to start developing something for it!

Thank you all for your amazing support throughout the years!

[blacklegsanjiii]

Your thoughts about Marco x Sora are so good omgggg (<- the anon who asked you about them)

I can't stop thinking about Sora being a pirate after some time, because she's already living on the Moby Dick and married with the First Commander, so why not? (Marco loves loves loves see her fight, actually)

And if the acesan happens would be very funny, and the StrawHats reaction about this?!

Welcome back and I'm glad you like it, truly i am obsessed with Sanji having good parental figures and Sora getting the love she properly deserves. Sora became a pirate in NBL so I don't see why she wouldn't here. Even if she played a more behind the scenes roll there.

Also we didn't really set a time frame for them? So like Sanji could be eight when they join the Shirohige. Sora and Sanji both freaked out by Marco flying them in his talons but they need to make a quick escape from the Navy and animal brain went 'mine' when he saw them. Marco's only explanation is to quite literally look at White Beard and go 'my bird brain went "oo shiny" so i had to bring them' which makes the man laugh so hard the Earth shakes. Vista starts calling him a crow and Marco sets him on fire with a singular look. Marco is so thankful Sanji and Sora are in the infirmary so they didn't see that.

Marco explaining his fruit to them and his place and job in the Shirohige fleet. How his fruit helps because it allows him to treat more than one person at a time or give enough time for back up to come. It doesn't always work. Marco uses it on Sora a lot first mostly because the poison is still affecting her and it's like a god send almost because his fire over time basically cures her. They also use the time to get to know each other and start "dating" because it's really hard to date as a pirate, or a doctor, or a fleet commander. All of which Marco is. They tell Sanji first and he approves of Marco and Sora and Sanji have already joined the crew so ya know, they just gotta tell the crew. The party is extravagant.

Sora makes a comment that she wants to be able to help defend the fleet and the family and Marco agrees and says they'll talk to Jozu and some others about training for her. Sanji is probably already training his kicks and everything because Thatch insists on protecting the kids hands and Jozu has been doing well with him. So them taking on Sora to train is nothing and Vista finds she does very well with a sword and his eyes light up as he looks at Marco and damns him for getting to her first. Marco says he better watch it and they scuffle.

Sanji has to set himself on fire at like thirteen. Marco is watching him and Sora train with Jozu and Vista only to then see his kid set his legs on fire and be thrown into the ocean. He flies out to collect his son and then laughs his ass off at Sora wailing on Vista and Jozu screaming about the dangers of throwing a child off a ship. Marco says she has that covered and checks Sanji over and yep, that's his over abundant(sensitive) haki. Marco says Sanji might be a good candidate for learning to sky walk which is like flying but not really. Sanji is fucking excited. Marco is also so thankful all the god damn time that he and Sora have their own room and they sound proofed it because Marco fully believes Sora hung the moon and the stars and pulls the sun up each morning. Sora has it just as bad back and thinks Marco makes the waves and sea foam. THEY ARE SO GROSS I LOVE THEM OMG

Also could you imagine Ace rocking up to kill the old man and is then held hostage and thinks that blondie around his age is super cute? Too bad he's in the shirohige and Ace fully plans to demolish the fleet until he's forcefully adopted with love and care. Like Ace has no clue what's going on at first because he looks at Marco and then the woman he knows is the guy's wife and just how draped over her he is, like they have to make everyone sick all the fucking time. They have some the highest bounties in the New World. Ace starts flirting with Sanji without a clue to who his parents are and Sanji just gives him that "oh darling" small smile while he leans on the railing and smokes.

During one of these flirting sessions Marco strolls up and is like 'Hey, Thatch said you're in charge of shopping this time, you can head to the island if you want' and Sanji nods and sky walks to the land mass. Marco laughs at that and takes Sanji's spot and gives Ace a smile. When he asks Ace what his intentions are with his son Ace goes pale and sinks to the deck as Marco fucking loses it. Marco pats his shoulder and says he takes after his mom just like Sanji takes after Sora and they approve of the relationship.

Sanji ends up joining the Straw Hat crew on the hunt for Teach and absolutely flirts with Ace in Alabasta who flirts back way harder. Like they are the remix of Sora and Marco and clingy flirting and draping okay? Marco said that's a Roger thing and White Beard 100% agreed with that assessment and said Marco is a bird that mated for life and Marco couldn't argue because his fruit some times overwrites his human nature.

Back on track: Ace and Sanji flirt so fucking hard no one on the ship can believe it. Despite the fact they've been dating for a while, Sanji probably never mentioned he had a boyfriend(or parents) to the crew and just went along with whatever they thought. When they meet Rayleigh he and Shakky look Sanji over with a very high interest because he looks like that one brat's wife. Sanji is like 'yeah, Marco took me and mom to the fleet and we joined and they're married and he's the man I consider my father' which makes Rayleigh blink because why the fuck is he in the Straw Hat crew? He's a White Beard brat? Sanji just shrugs and is like 'idk seemed fun, bonding with my bf's little bro' which makes the Strawhats fucking lose it. They are sent to another plain of existence except Luffy who is like 'cool, we're brothers'.

Then like Marineford happens and Luffy is there, Sanji isn't, Ace is about to be fucking merced and then Sora and Marco are there like 'can't kill the son in law fuckers' and like yeah, White Beard dies but Ace doesn't. That wound is a mortal wound and so is Luffy's but Marco is a bird brained doctor and he has absolutely 'oo shiny''d his son's bf so like he's in the family in the family, ya know? It's fine if not and we can go deeper in that later need be.

Also could you imagine Marco coming up as an Emperor in this? Like the battle against Black Beard is more a draw than anything else so they are both brought to the status of Emperor and damn those bounties are fucking HIGH. Of course parental sin bullshit means Sanji and Ace's bounties also fucking go astronomical, more so than before. Like holy shit the straw hat crew is looking at Ace and Sanji post ts and how fucking gross they are but they are still two of the most wanted men in the new generation and should be feared.

Would you guys believe I got a normal amount of sleep?

[spitfire-of-the-sea]

The Stowaway Series, Part 4: Karma

Guys. I know it's been *ages* but work is kicking my butt and taking away my will to write at the moment. (Thanks, science. No, it's great, please ruin all my hobbies for me).

Thanks for all of you who were waiting and encouraging me to continue. <3 The name for reader!Kitty is not yet fixed, if you have a preference, let me know in the comments!

And now, without further ado:

Find part 1, part 2 and part 3, if you want to read the beginning of this. =)

Word count: 3.4k Warnings: Still SFW. Just naked butts. Pretty safe, I think? Characters: Ace, Marco & Thatch… and cat!reader :D and Pops appearing, too!

The Stowaway Series, Part 4: Karma

You sat there, just watching them with zero thoughts in your brain for a couple of moments. Two grown pirates – one with a bounty of well over a billion, the other still with a respectable bounty of over half a billion – as they splashed each other with water and bubbles alike. Half-naked, of course, because none of them was wearing a shirt anymore.

What was this?! A Coca-Cola commercial?! What kind of freak pirate ship had you ended up on?!

You blinked slowly, your drenched fur slowly dripping water and making a puddle around you. A bubble slid down your nose and made you sneeze.

Or, perhaps, this was the male version of pillow fights…?

Somehow, right then a bucket smacked Ace right in the face and you thought that you probably preferred the more traditional pillow fights. Like, the ones that didn’t break your nose or anything. Not that Ace seemed to have any problem – if anything, it was the bucket that seemed rather worse for wear now. Slightly deformed, very much melting.

You instinctively ducked when a piece of soap came sailing towards your head and thanked your feline reflexes for saving you from looking like a Persian cat. You shuddered at the thought and slowly, one by one, your brain cells blinked back into existence. This brought with it the revelation that you were absolutely drenched and dripping wet, still bubbly, and very much in need of a proper rinse.

It did, however, also come with the realization that those two were currently pretty distracted and for the first time, you weren’t held by a half-naked man, surrounded by pirates, or incapacitated by water. This, you happily noted, was your chance to get out of here and find a place to hide away with your ninja-like skills. A place that was…-

“Did those two boneheads just abandon you like this, kitty?” the voice connected to the two hands that picked you up cooed at you.

Okay, so your perception wasn’t the greatest at the moment. So what?! You’d been through a lot, okay?!

With a deep, deep sigh, you just hung there in those hands that had closed around your ribcage, not even bothering to fight anymore. You were so done with this shit.

1/10 stars. Do not recommend. Service personnel is pretty hot but ultimately fails at its job.

“Shall we finish the job, hm? Maybe by the time we’re done, Marco will have scrubbed that feral little raccoon clean, too,” Thatch murmured and you were taken over to the shower he had just occupied.

And then… with a start… you remembered that he had been in exactly that shower like a moment ago and he’d been utterly naked. You also remembered that you had visually confirmed only minutes ago that he had a fine ass and the rest of his anatomy had also been pretty convincing.

On the one hand, for the sake of your modesty, you should be very concerned with the fact that he was probably still naked and you were about to enter a shower – also fully naked because you didn’t really count fur as clothes – with a man you had met less than an hour ago.

Had he saved your life? Yes.

But still. You were a good girl. (Or at least that’s what you usually told yourself. Most of the time.) You didn’t climb into showers for some naked and very splashy adventures until you were reasonably sure you’d actually end up having a good time.

On the other hand… you twisted in his arms and threw a curious glance down his front, your tail twitching in interest. If the rest of his body was any indication, he’d be…

Awwww. Covered with a towel.

“Miss Kitty, have a seat,” Thatch said and placed you on top of a little stool. You blinked up at him, not fully unsatisfied with the treatment. For one, he was being polite, and additionally, he had basically perched you on a little throne. Yes. Yes. This was acceptable.

Happy to hopefully get rid of the surplus bubbles you generously offered him a paw, somewhat ignoring the fact that you were supposed to be a simply stray cat, and he took it with a chuckle and started to rinse it clean.

“Or should I call you Lady, hm?” he asked and kneeled down next to you, very carefully washing all the remaining shampoo from your fur as you glanced down at him regally.

Admittedly, this didn’t feel too bad, you had your little perch, a pretty damn good-looking guy kneeling in front of you and basically giving you the finisher of a spa treatment…

Maybe you’d actually give them like… 5/10 stars after all.

Within a couple of minutes, you were actually pretty much clean and he turned off the water and stroked you with long, even movements to squeeze the water out of your fur. It felt quite heavenly, to be honest, and you might actually have started to purr a bit again…

Of course, you just couldn’t have nice things, could you?

Because this was when the door banged open – you were pretty sure some tiles cracked at the impact, and a freaking giant entered the room. And not to be dramatic… but he barely fit through that damn door and by your very modest estimate, it was probably four meters high. You started to look up along the legs. And looked up. And up. And.. still up.

When your gaze landed on a bare chest – what the fuck else, this ship apparently suffered from a severe cloth famine – you noticed enough scars to supply a full battalion of soldiers. And as it traveled even further up, you noticed a white captain’s coat slung over wide, wide shoulders. And as it finally reached a face, ducking in below the doorframe, you saw a white beard.

A.

White.

Beard.

You made a gurgling sound as all the air in your lungs suddenly rushed out of your body and you went first stiff, and then hot, and then felt the fur all along your body desperately trying to puff up against the forces of the remaining wetness in your fur.

Oh no. Oh no no no. This was Whitebeard. The legendary Whitebeard. The guy who’d fought the Pirate King and lived to tell the tale.

“I’m hungry,” he said by way of greeting, “and the boys told me to come here.”

The pressure in the room was almost overwhelming and your feral instincts kicked in before a single brain cell could so much as put a word in in favor of reason. He’d eat you. He’d fucking eat you. He was Edward Newgate, the famous Whitebeard. They’d cleaned you up to serve you to their bloodthirsty captain who ate babies and cute kittens for breakfast!

With a battle scream, you exploded out of Thatch’s hands onto the floor and barely managed to land on your feet in your blind panic. In a feat of pure elegance, you somehow tripped over your own tail only one step further, resulting in you face-planting on the floor for about 0.1 seconds, because that was all the time you allowed yourself to waste. Digging your claws into the tiles, you pushed off and actually propelled yourself onto the wall, just below knee height for the giant between you and survival. If you hadn’t been so busy not getting eaten, you’d have complimented your athleticism.

“What the…-,” Thatch managed to say by the time you took the second long leap towards the door.

You’d manage. You were swift. You were like the wind.

“Flight risk!” Ace screamed when you did your third leap and pushed himself off the floor to rush after you. Fate was in your favor. His foot landed on a bar of soap, his eyes widened comically, and his leg was pulled out from under him as he slipped. You’d have appreciated the beauty of it, probably, the arch his body described as his ass went up and his upper body went down and he landed – hard – on first his shoulders and then his head. You heard something crack and faintly hoped it wasn’t his head. It was pretty.

“Not so fast-yoi!” Marco chuckled as he plucked you out of the air in your fourth leap without breaking a sweat, wrapping a towel around you at the same moment. “And here I thought you were getting used to us.”

There was a select choice of words on the tip of your tongue. Among them were several that were connected to a certain part of his anatomy and the places he could shove it. You were not gonna be eaten! You’d scratch their eyes out! You’d carve your name into their faces! You’d fight until your last breath!

You had claws! You were a ferocious tiger, no matter how small! You had the devil’s power…! You… fucking… couldn’t get out of the towel!

“Now, what’s that?” Whitebeard asked, his tone rather surprised than particularly hungry.

“A cat,” Thatch answered helpfully and ambled closer, toweling his hair dry as he walked.

Maybe that was the problem. Maybe you should turn back into your human form to show them that you were not a cat and therefore, should not be eaten. Perhaps you should declare that you were not a virgin, either, just to be absolutely sure that they wouldn’t think you were useable for any sort of ritual or for feeding to the giant or…-

No. No. That was dragons. Dragons ate virgins.

What did giants eat?!

“I can see that,” Whitebeard answered, somewhat exasperated, and ducked lower to get a better look at you while you were fighting to get out of the towel. Your claws sliced through the cloth like a hot knife through butter and yet you just couldn’t get free. You shot a wild look at the giant captain.

You were no more than a snack for him. Surely, you weren’t even worth the effort!

But maybe it was no effort. He’d swallow you whole. Like that famous whale at the start of the Grand Line, that supposedly swallowed ships whole. You fought with renewed ferocity and Marco clicked his tongue at you, fighting to keep you under control.

Ace slowly tried to get up again, clutching his hands to the back of his head. “Ouch.”

He was still alive, then. Good. At least you thought it was good…? Perhaps…? At least you hadn’t gotten any cat-eating vibes from him.

The sounds of fabric ripping below your claws announced how close you were to freedom and Marco cursed under his breath, juggling you from one hand to the other to avoid giving you a chance to latch onto one of his fingers.

“Is anybody going to tell me why there’s a cat?” Whitebeard asked finally, his tone surprisingly even.

“It’s our new cat,” Ace said, rubbing at the back of his head. There were tears in his eyes as he tenderly felt around for the quickly forming bump.

“Our cat?” Whitebeard prompted, slowly sounding less patient.

“Yes,” Ace confirmed. “Spot.”

You sank your teeth into a piece of towel and ripped at it, glaring up at Marco, who reached for a second towel, frowning. “She doesn’t have a single spot-yoi.”

“I see lots of spots,” Ace muttered and blinked slowly. “I knew it all along. The soap almost killed me. Told you it causes more harm than good.”

“Your head is way too hard for that. You’re fine. Also, I think Whiskers is a far better name,” Thatch threw in.

Personally, you thought they were both pretty shit. With a low growl, you twisted in Marco’s hands, managed to graze his index finger with one fang, and then were rolled into a second layer of towel. You didn’t feel entirely unlike a burrito.

Heh. A Purrito.

You were hilarious, even when you were 5 seconds away from being eaten. But you were not about to give them any ideas.

“Would you stop that?” Marco asked you with a sigh. “It’s just Pops-yoi.”

“Fluffy?” Ace suggested and slowly came to his feet. Even upside down and pretty sure something horrible was about to happen you could appreciate that the drops of water glittering on his skin and slowly sliding down his very defined abs made him look fine as hell.

“Killer,” Marco threw in and you glowered, wiggling yourself forward and out of the towel wrapped around you millimeter by millimeter. You were still contemplating the idea of turning back into a human – both to be able to think straight again and to maybe tell them that you wouldn’t stand for such ridiculous names. Ah, and the detail to please not eat you or do something else horrible.

Thatch leaned forward and booped your nose. You snapped your jaws at him but he was too quick for you, you didn’t even manage to nick him. “Catness Everclean,” he happily suggested and you couldn’t help it, you rolled your eyes.

So he read those types of books, huh? Probably also read romance novels and smut. You scoffed.

“Boys…,” Whitebeard said with a tone that you knew pretty well from your father. It was the tone he used when he was down to his last nerves and he was between giving you up for adoption and accepting his hand in making you the person you were. Your ears twitched.

“Can we keep her?” Ace asked, slowly coming closer, one eye squeezed shut and with one hand still at the back of his head.

“I don’t think…-,” Whitebeard started.

“Look how cute she is!” Ace immediately continued and grabbed you out of Marco’s arms. Still covered in one layer of towels, plus a few stripes of the first one. You tried to twist but his grip didn’t give an inch.

His effort was admirable, really, but with only your face visible in the layers of towels, and your eyes almost popping out of your head from the effort of fighting for freedom, you probably looked more deranged than cute.

“We already have a dog,” Whitebeard answered slowly.

You hissed, sounding somewhat suffocated. Probably due to the lack of air in your lungs at this current moment.

“Somehow, she reminds me of Ace-yoi,” Marco muttered, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Is she trying to kill us? Sure. But in a slightly deranged and yet charming kinda way. You can’t really be mad at her. It’s cute, in a way.”

For that, he got another hiss. Sadly you couldn’t give him the middle finger right now. Which was probably good, you reminded yourself, he was an evil pirate, after all.

“Lady Floofiness,” Ace said as if he had heard nothing. When he tried to kick Marco who stood beside him, the older commander simply moved out of his way. “Once she’s dry, you can see for yourself. She’s really pretty and very, very gentle.”

Okay. You were pretty happy he hadn’t cracked his skull open. He was pretty cute. Plus, he probably wouldn’t let you get eaten. You hoped. At least he was your best shot in this room.

Marco snorted a laugh. “Gentle? She tried to amputate my finger. Again.”

“You held her wrong,” Ace hissed under his breath. “You need to support her…-“

“Butt. I know-yoi,” Marco answered with a shake of his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

What was this fascination with your butt?! You had a pretty great one, sure, but in your human form. That you were not about to show them. You had decided so. Perhaps your animal instincts had been a bit overwhelmed by the giant standing at the door, but you slowly lost the fear of somebody wanting to eat you.

Or perhaps you were just going numb. Whichever one.

You squinted up at Whitebeard, who was looking at you with a frown. His beard twitched as he regarded you and you quickly reversed direction and instead of trying to get out of the towel, you buried yourself deeper into it, away from his prying eyes.

“Stefan might not like it,” he finally said.

“He likes Kotatsu just fine,” Ace countered. “And she’s much smaller, won’t take up any space. She can sleep in my cabin.” He started to slowly unwrap you and you grabbed one corner of the towel and tried to hold onto it, suddenly not desiring freedom so much. Freedom meant having no barrier between you and those piercing eyes.

You were still holding onto the towel desperately when two giant fingers grabbed you by the scruff of your neck and picked you up. Gulping, you winced when your body went limb, suddenly unable to do anything but stare at the giant man who had picked you up. He held you in front of his face and you held your breath. This was it. This was the end.

He opened his mouth and you squeezed your eyes shut.

Goodbye, cruel world. I’m leaving you today.

“Stefanie,” he said then and you slowly opened one eye back up.

A brief moment of silence, then Thatch cleared his throat and Marco shuffled his feet, searching for words. Ace was less polite. “That’s a shit name, old man,” he blurted out.

“Fluffy isn’t much better,” Thatch murmured and Ace shot him a glare.

“Says the man who suggested Catness Everclean-yoi.” Marco crossed his arms in front of his chest and shook his head.

“Yeah, and Killer as a name for a teeny tiny fluffy cat clearly wins a prize for creativity,” Thatch shot back.

Marco shrugged. “We can also call her Calamity Jane, seeing as how she made Freckles almost crack his head open, made you bleed for the first time in, what, four years? And has actually managed to nick my skin here.” He lifted a finger with a frown and you could see a tiny drop of blood there for a moment before blue flames engulfed it and it was gone in the next moment.

Thatch, who saw the sparkle in Ace’s eyes, quickly shook his head even as he took a look at his forearms and registered with some surprise that you had indeed managed to scratch him. He dabbed at it with the end of his towel, still shaking his head. “Absolutely not.”

“I think it’s cool,” Ace weighed in and came to stand just below you, holding his arms out expectantly. You curled your tail around yourself and hoped that you’d indeed be handed over again. Ace was the one who held you in the most comfortable way – by far!

To be fair, perhaps you hadn’t given Marco much of a chance with your little panic attack.

But that was hardly your fault. You were in a room with Edward Fucking Newgate, also called Whitebeard. Also having the highest bounty in the whole of the fucking world. You were pretty sure a little panic was justified.

“You just like it because it fits into your little card naming scheme. Ace. Spade Pirates. Spadille. Calamity Jane,” Thatch accused him and when Marco raised an inquisitive eyebrow, he shrugged. “Queen of Spades? Calamity Jane?”

“Oh,” Marco made and rubbed at his chin. “Then no.”

“Hey!” Ace snapped and lifted himself on his tiptoes to reach for you.

You honestly shouldn’t feel so relieved at the guy heartily grabbing your butt, but at least Whitebeard let go of the scruff of your neck and you dropped into Ace’s outstretched hands. Gulping down a shiver – not quite successfully – you were happy when he brought you close to his chest again. Especially since he didn’t seem to mind that you were still wet.

“I haven’t said yes yet,” Whitebeard reminded them with a sigh. “At least I know now why they were all snickering like idiots when they sent me here.”

“You also haven’t said no yet,” Ace reminded him with a grin and started to stroke you with long, calming movements. Eyes unblinking and brain simply overloaded thanks to the last hour, you lay there against his chest and contemplated whether this was karma. Whether perhaps you had stolen one too many times from the rich and given to the poor. Mainly you, actually. But you were poor.

Ugh. You needed a cocktail with lots of rum and a cigarette.

And you didn’t even smoke.

[comicwaren]

“I am not going to end up as some mindless droid!” -- Beilert Valance

Cover art for Star Wars: Bounty Hunters #037, “The Path of the Righteous, Part 1”

Art by Marco Checchetto and Marcio Menyz

[quinloki]

Hello! 👋 I'm interested to see your take on Kid x Star Wars AU? Thank you 💛

Okay

Okay

But listen - Kid as Han Solo - the Victoria-fucking-punk as the millennium falcon - KILLER AS CHEWBACCA - he's not actually non-human, but people mistake him for what Chewie is all the time. It's a running gag.

Heat and Wire are R2D2 and C3PO (but C3PO is more like The Dude than a pretentious know it all robot, and he enables R2D2's shenanigans.)

Law as Lando Calirissian (however you spell it)

the reader is in the Luke position, and Luffy's in the Leia one - and they don't know they're related obviously, not at first, but the personalities are swapped - Reader's more the General Ortega mindset, and Luffy's pushing buttons trying to figure out what shit does.

Vader's one of the Elders, and not actually Reader or Luffy's biological dad - (Imu is the Emperor) - but he knows their dad is the leader of the rebels.

Dragon heads the rebellion, of course, and Sabo and Ace are both there. the WBP are a division of fighter pilots (Marco's called The Phoenix because this man has survived a disgusting number of things that should've killed him). The other Straw Hats are there too cause I can't put Luffy in this without his crew.

There's no awkward I kissed my brother scene, but Kid and the Reader grow closer as things go on.

KAIDO AS JABBA aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

Obi-wan is Rayleigh

No prequels or sequels, we handling this bitch in 3 movies --- OH Apoo would be the bounty hunter guy, the hell was his name, Boba Fett.

fuck yeah, man I wish I knew more Star Wars lore better, but the three OG movies are the only ones I'm really familiar with XD

Crocodile is in there as some kind of interstellar merchant, along with Doflamingo, but like it's such a hate-fuck vibe and it's amazing these two can work together. (they're usually on opposite ends of the galaxy for Crocodile's sanity.)

[xtruss]

This Lunar New Year Is the Year of the Dragon: Why the Beast Is a Big Deal in Chinese Culture

— By Chad De Guzman | Wednesday February 6, 2024 | Time Magazine

A traditional Chinese New Year dragon dance is performed in Liverpool’s Chinatown in January 2023.Getty Images

The last time China’s birth rates peaked was in 2012: that year, for every 1,000 people, there were 15 live births, a far cry from 2023’s 6.39. It was a statistical anomaly, considering the country’s ongoing state of demographic decline, which has proven extremely difficult to reverse. But 2024 may just see another baby boom for China, for the same reason as 12 years ago: it’s a Year of the Dragon.

Dragons are a big deal in Chinese culture. Whereas in the West dragons are often depicted as winged, fire-breathing monsters, the Chinese dragon, or the loong, is a symbol of strength and magnanimity. The mythical being is so revered that it snagged a spot as the only fictional creature in the Chinese Zodiac’s divine roster. And the imagery pervades society today—whether in boats, dances, or the stars.

International discourse about China’s economy or politics also often references the country as a “red dragon,” which critics have said subconsciously panders to Orientalism and fears of communism. But many Chinese proudly embrace the connection: China’s President Xi Jinping told former President Donald Trump in 2017 that the Chinese people are black-haired, yellow-skinned “descendants of the dragon.”

That’s why, in Years of the Dragon (which happen every 12 years), spikes in births tend to occur in China (as well as other countries with large Chinese populations, such as Singapore), as many aspiring parents try to time their pregnancies to result in a child born with the beast’s positive superstitious associations.

A Symbol of Prosperity

Where the Chinese dragon first came from is still debated by historians and archaeologists. But one of the most ancient images of the loong was unearthed in a tomb in 1987 in Puyang, Henan: a two-meter-long statue dating back to the Neolithic civilization of Yangshao Culture some 5,000–7,500 years ago. Meanwhile, Hongshan Culture’s Jade Dragon—a C-shaped carving with a snout, mane, and thin eyes—could be traced back to Inner Mongolia five millennia back.

Marco Meccarelli, an art historian at the University of Macerata in Italy, writes that there are four reliable theories for how the loong came to be: first, a deified snake whose anatomy is a collage of other worldly animals (based upon how, as ancient Chinese tribes merged, so did the animal totems that represent them); second, a callback to the Chinese alligator; third, a reference to thunder and a harbinger of rain; and lastly, as a by-product of nature worship.

Most of these theories point to the dragon’s supposed influence on water, because they are believed to be gods of the element, and thus, agricultural numen for a bountiful harvest. Some academics have said that across regions, ancient Chinese groups continued to enrich the dragon image with features of animals most familiar to them—for example, those living near the Liaohe River in northeast China integrated the hog into the dragon image, while people in central China added the cow, and up north where Shanxi is now, earlier residents mixed the dragon’s features with those of the snake.

A Symbol of Power

Nothing cemented the Chinese dragon’s might better than when it became a symbol of the empire. The mythical Yellow Emperor, a legendary sovereign, is said to have been fetched by a Chinese dragon to head to the afterlife. The loong are also said to have literally fathered emperors, or at least that’s what Liu Bang, the first emperor of the Han dynasty (202-195 B.C.), made his subjects believe: that he was born after his mother consorted with a Chinese dragon.

“The dragon totem and its corresponding clout were employed as a political tool for wielding power in imperial China,” Xiaohuan Zhao, associate professor of Chinese literary and theater Studies at the University of Sydney, tells TIME.

From then on, the loong was a recurrent theme across dynasties. The seat of the emperor was called the Dragon Throne, and every emperor was called “the true Dragon as the Son of Heaven.” D. C. Zhang, a researcher in the Institute of Oriental Studies at the Slovak Academy of Sciences in Bratislava, tells TIME that later dynasties even prohibited commoners from using any Chinese dragon motif on their clothes if they weren’t part of the imperial family.

The Qing Dynasty (1644-1912) created the first iteration of a Chinese national flag featuring a dragon with a red pearl, which was to be hung on Navy ships. But as the Qing Dynasty weakened after several notable military losses, including the First Sino-Japanese War (1894-1895) and Boxer Rebellion of 1900, caricatures of the dragon began to be used as a form to protest against the government for its weakness, says Zhang. But with the dynasty’s fall after the establishment of the Republic of China (ROC)—which would then become Taiwan—in 1912, Zhang says the pursuit of a national emblem was temporarily cast aside.

During the Second Sino-Japanese War (1937-1945), there had been renewed calls to find a unifying symbol to boost morale, and the dragon was among several animals considered. But when Mao Zedong established the People’s Republic of China (PRC) in 1949, the quest for a unifying symbol for the Chinese was forgotten again, as the country pivoted priorities toward rapid industrial development.

A Symbol of Unity

Outside China, the dragon motif may have quickly caught on, but inside it, the dragon was not as influential until the 1980s, says Zhang. In 1978, Taiwanese musician Hou Dejian composed a song entitled “Heirs of the Dragon” as a means to express frustration over the U.S.’s decision to recognize the PRC as China’s legitimate government and sever diplomatic ties with the ROC (Taiwan). Lee Chien-fu, a Taiwanese student at the time, released a cover of the song in 1980 that grew immensely popular on the island.

Despite being a song decrying Taiwan’s disappointment, the song managed to cross the strait and also resonated with citizens of the mainland. Zhang says “China was becoming stronger” and its government tried to co-opt “Heirs of the Dragon” as it needed an emblem for unification and prosperity “which would be apolitical and would be inclusive to all Chinese nations even for those living abroad.” Hou, who had since moved to China, sang the song in a Chinese state variety show to usher in the Year of the Dragon in 1988.

But the song’s popularity also led it to be used against the Chinese leadership. Dissidents turned “Heirs of the Dragon” back into a protest anthem before the 1989 Tiananmen Square crackdown, according to the South China Morning Post, with Hou even changing some of the lyrics according to Zhang. Hou was deported back to Taiwan in 1990, but his music stayed with the ethnically Chinese and the Chinese diaspora, Zhang says.

The song as well as China’s overt efforts to create a national symbol that transcends borders, Zhang says, play a large part in the lasting cultural significance of the loong. And the dragon’s historic regality has certainly helped boost the mythos, symbolism, and popular sentimental attachment for Chinese people today, says University of Sydney’s Zhao. “The basic characteristics, features, beliefs and practices associated with dragon totem and clout remain largely unchanged,” he says. “It’s very much a living tradition.”

[bobafettfanclub]

Boba Fett is slated to return to the "Star Wars: Bounty Hunters" series in issue #35, slated for June 21 More info on BFFC, including how to pre-order: https://bobafett.club/bh35 Cover by Marco Checchetto with words by Ethan Sacks and interior art by Lan Medina

[foomoosworld]

Stars Too Far

CHAPTER 3 - I Like It Here

The Mandalorian chases a bounty to an unknown planet on the outer rim that is deadly. He becomes stranded and meets a feral woman who lives on the planet.

A/N I had tried to post this without wearing my glasses at 3:00 AM (I don't sleep) which was a big mistake. I accidentally posted it twice and missed a bunch of spelling errors and it was just terrible. So I have reposted with my proper seeing plates on my face now and have even added onto it. Also, everyone loves a little Princess Bride crossover Easter Egg right? There’s also a little TLOU Easter egg near the end.

Minors DNI. No Smut in this one, but violence and some parts that may give you the feels and the sads. Technically, I guess "the sads" is "the feels" to some extent. I should just stop saying either of those things.

CHAPTER 3 - I Like It Here

Skinning and butchering a Rous is never an easy job, but this time it seemed like less work, knowing that someone else would enjoy the fruits of your labour.  You slowly stirred the giant pot of stew on your wood burning stove, disassociating from everything as you mindlessly, yet happily, stared into the whirlpool of meat and vegetables below you.  You knew Rous didn’t really taste good… or like anything apart from disappointment… but it was food and the best you could offer the Mandalorian and that gave you a sense of pride to be able to offer a small comfort after you both had done a long day’s work stripping your old ship of parts.

Your mind slowly churned the idea of getting, the hell, off this damn planet.  You wondered what space really looked like.  What it felt like to fly in a ship.  Mostly, what it felt like to finally meet another person.  What was this new affinity for the Mandalorian and could your night of passion have just been an emotional slip-up on his part?  Did this put your trip off the planet at risk?  Did you make a terrible tactical error?  You brought the large pot over to the counter by the window and was surprised that when you looked up into your reflection, for the first time you saw an unintended smile on your face.

The front door to the cabin creaked open and you turned with a smile holding a wooden bowl of soup, expecting The Mandalorian to be standing there awaiting you to greet him.

The blaster was aimed squarely in between your eyes.

In shock, you dropped the stew and it splashed all over your legs and feet as the wooden bowl thudded and rolled.  The sudden action didn’t phase Din.  He continued to aim his blaster at your head and though you couldn’t see his expression behind his helmet you could tell by his body language that he meant to kill.

You raised your arms defensively,  “I-uh didn’t know my cooking was that bad…” You nervously joke and trail off.  He was completely silent and still aiming at you, like a stone statue that encompassed a burning silent core of rage.  He didn’t offer a word of explanation.  Only the rhythmic patting of stew dripping off your pants onto the floor could be heard, “You’re leaving me here and taking the ship, aren’t you?” you concluded quietly and sadly with your hands raised in the air in submission.  It was your nightmare come true.

He had a large tattered blanket wrapped up in his other hand like a make-shift bag that was full of something quite large and bulky.  You nodded at it, carefully, “What cha find there, Marco Pollo?”

Din paused, mulling over if he even wanted to interact with you, then released his grip on the corners of the blanket making the make-shift bag and its contents clamour loudly and heavily to the ground.

You see it and your heart leaps into your throat, your eyes grow wide and you shake your head frantically,

“I can explain!”  You say trying to move your surrendered hands into a more reassuring gesture but Din took three steps forward and pushed the blaster tightly against your skull.  You close your eyes and flinch away in fear as he pushes your head down and whispers ragefully into your ear.

“You’re killing Mandalorians.”  He growls uncontrollably.

Your eyes well up with tears as you look down at the old, dusty Mandalorian armor that Din had dumped on the floor.

“I’m not!”  The words escaped your mouth, not as a plea, but as chaotic sadness.

“Where did you get this from and why were you hiding it on your ship!” Din screamed in your face.  You crumpled down onto the floor trying to stifle your tears but his blaster was still digging into your head and his rage filled stance shook with ferocity.  Understanding that his anger was so deep, you realize this could very well be your last seconds alive.

“I didn’t get it from anywhere!”  You sob, terrified.  Din shoves your head with the blaster taunting you to continue explaining.  He pushes your body back onto the floor and straddles it, his fury had his hand shaking as he held the blaster.  You stare at with him with wide eyes and breathe frantically but offer nothing more, too scared that any response you may give will just further his resentment and you may end up dead.  He’s frustrated you won’t talk so he offers his observation,

“You’re killing Mandalorians and selling our armor. “  He snarls.  You suddenly jolt to try to escape but he easily grabs your wrists and holds you down. “You must have a deal with the bounties that come here.  Lure Mandalorians here and kill us and take our armor then split the cost with them.  That’s how you knew where I was in the jungle - because I was exactly where I was supposed to be in order for you to lure me here to kill me and take my armor.  Why else would you have stayed on this hell-hole for so damn long?  None of these broken ships could get a com signal?”  He growls into your ear as he puts a hand on your chest and gruffly shoves you all the way onto your back.

You try to sit up and explain, “You can’t get a signal through the atmosphere here-”

He shoots his blaster just past your head as a warning shot. And you flail back onto the hard planks of the floor and wrench out sobs as you curl up and hold your head in terror.  Din gets up.

“I’m taking the armor.” He states, “It belongs with my people…  And I’m taking the ship parts and your map..”  he states simply as he grabs your map off of the drafting table.  You are terrified of being left behind and begin to beg,

“No!  Please don’t leave me here!  You don’t understand!” You plead.

Din wrenches one of your arms forward and cuffs it then secures the other end of the handcuffs to a pipe below the sink.  He turns, picks up the Mandalorian armor he found and scoops it back into the blanket again then walks calmly out of the cabin without a word or a look back as the door slams shut.

“No!” You scream over and over hysterically, trying to wrench yourself from the sink pipe.  It was no use.  Din was gone and so was your ride off this planet.

………………

Din mounded up the ship parts the two of you had stripped from your rusted out Razor Crest onto a hover skid and began slowly walking across the field towards the jungle.  The only sound was the gentle droning of the hover skid as it drifted close behind him.  He paused at the edge of the field and looked up at the star filled, clear sky then back at the tiny dilapidated cabin.  He felt a sharp stab of sorrow then shoved it down somewhere deep and pulled out your tattered map from his pocket he had stolen from the cabin and unfolded it, looking at the decades of your work scrawled out on the stained and delicate paper.

He took one last look at the cabin and could hear your terrified and desperate screams from inside, muffled by the space of the cold night air.  He felt his eyes hotly well up underneath his helmet then swallowed, took a deep breath, and concluded that he had known of you had sprouted from lies and deception and weren’t the real you.  He felt as if he had gotten attached to a hologram over a trap.  He pushed forward down the trail, leaving you forever behind in the cabin.  He would find his ship and leave you far behind with everything he felt about you.

………….

You’re finally exhausted from your cries and are curled in a ball with your arm still cuffed to the pipe under the sink.  After a few sniffles and trying to wipe your nose on the shoulder of your tunic you realize you need to get free, not only to try and catch up with the Mandalorian, but also, you’ve heard starving to death is one of the most painful ways to die. Then you remember the conversation about the fresher you had with the Mandalorian - that the plumbing hadn’t worked for years because after a flood, the ground shifted and the couplings in all of the pipes under the cabin were all disconnected now.  You didn’t want to pull out as you had been, you had to pull up, out of the ground. You yanked wildly up grunting then screaming as you jammed up on the pipe as hard as possible.  Your wrist became bruised and cut with friction trauma.  It seemed useless.  You thought about how you would be forced to spend the rest of your life on this planet, day in and day out, in absolute terror.  You thought about the Mandalorian out in the universe, believing that you were a cunning murderer for money.  You thought about how at peace you felt in his arms and the last feeling of him you would have is his murderous anger.

Your hair was matted to your face from sweat and tears.  With one last air shattering scream you wrenched your whole body up.  A coupling snapped just beneath the floor and you flew backwards and landed with a dusty thud on your back.

Shaking off the landing, you raised your now free hand in disbelief with wide eyes.  It took a moment for your brain to realize you were free, but once it did you scrambled to your feet, flailed to a small shelf and shoved a pile of ship parts off of a shelf and grabbed a small, dusty notebook then bolted out the front door.

Every muscle in your body worked harder than it ever had to sprint top speed across the field to catch up to Din.

You burst through the underbrush of the dark jungle and ran with your every last breath through the giant leaves and thick branches.  As you run, the pitch black jungle begins to become spotted with glowing neon green algae specks that light up the silhouette of the leaves and land that cover their contours.  You break through the tattered and knotted bushes to stand at the edge of a swamp.  Your worst suspicion was playing out in front of you.

A Harkmon is hunched over on the other side of the swamp and seems to be playing with its food as its giant paws slowly shove and push something below its towering body.

You expertly clamber up the closest tree, grab a vine and swing down landing on top of the Harkmon.  It rears up and exudes a jungle-shaking roar as it bucks to shake you off of it.  

Din is laying below the Harkmon, injured but still very much alive.

You begin stabbing blindly, hoping to find the correct eye to blind.  Your efforts are frivolous as the Harkmon continues to buck and roar.  It wasn’t until it decides to ignore you and turns back to Din, who is shuffling back on his elbows, throwing his hands up to protect himself in terror, that you feel something you have never felt before.

“He’s mine…” You whisper through grated teeth at the Harkmon..  

You let out a soul shattering scream.

A light emits out from your body, growing slowly.  

A lantern light.  A room light.  A supernova.

Din turns his head away at the brightness and cowers into the ground.

A blinding flash engulfs the world and explodes.

You fall off of the Harkmon.

All of the Harkmon’s eyes were completely blinded by the light at once and it slumps to its side, dead.

You fall into the swamp water, unconscious, and Din scampers over and gathers you in his arms, unsure of what happened, but understanding you just saved him.  He looks over his shoulder and sees his Razor Crest.

………….

You slowly regained consciousness and saw towers of  metal cargo boxes stacked upon the metal floor you laid on.  However, you are surprised to find yourself surrounded by some scratchy grey blankets and a few flat pillows.  You appear to have woken up in a really terribly made make-shift bed on a floor somewhere.  You hear a faint whirring sound like mechanics working and the sound of an air filtration system mixed with faint beeping.  

As your vision becomes more clear and adjusts to the dark you see the silhouette of the Mandalorian leaning against a doorway with his arms crossed, staring at you.  He doesn’t offer any words, just is staring at you.

“You’re not trying to kill me.”  You state groggily as you shuffle into a sitting position.

Din tosses something on the floor that skids over to you.  You look down and see that he’s found the notebook you took from your cabin before you took off after Din.

“My father’s diary…”  You say trailing off and looking up at him.

“I owe you an apology.” He says softly, “You were never after my armor.  Or collecting Mandalorians’ armor…  Your father was a Mandalorian and that was his armor.  That explains how you knew so much about my culture even though you had never left the planet or ever met anyone else.  He had taught you about the ways of The Creed.”  Din walked over and took your folded and weathered map out of his pocket and slowly handed it to you.  “You’ve been unconscious for two days.  I fixed up my Razor Crest but had to go back to your cabin to gather food.  Your map saved me from getting lost and probably kept me alive.  I saw the names marked on it - ‘Clara and Shy-Tan Garamond’.  That’s where their graves are.  I figured out that you never meant any harm to me.”

You struggled to your feet and looked from your map, up into Din’s visor.  The overwhelming urge to wrap your arms tightly around Din was no longer controllable and you buried your face in his chest.  He slowly raised his arms and you felt his hands slowly caressing your back to sooth you.

“I should have said something before but I didn’t want to answer any questions about my past.” you explain.

“I understand.”  Din nodded.

“That’s an interesting bed you made me.  Am I in the cargo hold?” you ask.

“Don’t worry, I don’t consider you cargo.  There isn’t a ton of room for a person to be sleeping in the cockpit so this was the next best option.  I didn’t want to put you in my cot since the door auto-shuts when someone enters it and I wanted to be able to hear you and keep an eye on you in case you needed help.”

“When do we leave this horrible planet?”  You ask.  Din cocks his head to one side and realizes you’re not aware of the situation yet.

“Come with me.”  He takes your hand and leads you down a small corridor to the cockpit.

You feel as if you’ve been winded as your eyes become wide and jaw drops.  Sprawling out the windscreen of the Razor Crest is countless stars as the universe stretches on forever before you.  Your breath picks up and you almost begin hyperventilating,

“I’m in space?” you turn and whisper in awe to Din.  He nods his head once.

“That,”  He points out the side window down to a green planet far below, “Is Sypar.”

You look in awe at the seemingly tiny planet that is slowly getting smaller as the Razor Crest gently flies away from it.  You put your hand on the window.

“Bye Mom… Bye Dad…”  You whisper and trace your finger around the circumference of the planet on the window.  Turning back to Din, you smile and he motions with an open palm to the co-pilots chair.  You giggle and immediately jump into the Captains chair.

“Nice try…” Din says picking you up and placing you into the co-pilot's chair.  “You only have experience with crashed ships so I think I’ll be the one doing the flying for a while.”

“Fine.”  you roll your eyes and mope crossing your arms.  After a moment you slowly reach forward to push a button but Din grabs your hand and stares at you in warning.  Before he releases your hand he slowly guids it to another button and places it on it.

“You can push that one now.”  He instructs.

A wide smile stretches across your face as you push the button and you hear the humm of the engines change slightly.  You clap with joy and Din smiles under his helmet.

“I like it here.”  You say happily, “That’s my button from now on.”

Din chuckles and nods, “Sure.  That’s your button from now on.”

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[ash-and-books]

Rating: 3/5

Book Blurb: A Haunted Girl is a horror story that explores the real-life terror that comes with the struggles of anxiety and depression.

The fate of all life on Earth depends on a girl who doesn’t know if she wants to live.

Cleo, a 16-year-old adopted Japanese-American whose anxiety and depression drives her to suicidal thoughts, is fresh out of the hospital and trying unsuccessfully to reintegrate back into her old life. What she doesn't know is that her real struggles are just beginning as she finds herself encountering an increasingly terrifying succession of ghosts. Is she losing her grip on reality...or is the explanation much, much worse.

Courtesy of writers Ethan Sacks (Old Man Hawkeye, Star Wars: Bounty Hunters) and his daughter, Naomi Sacks and artist Marco Lorenzana (Hulk), this gripping saga aims to be both a paranormal thriller and an inspiration to those who are battling their own, less literal, demons in real life.

Review:

A girl finds herself dealing with her anxiety and depression... and also the fact that she's begun to see nightmarish creatures and ghosts have begun talking to her too. Cleo just wants to be better after getting out of the hospital and try and reintegrate back into her regular life, which has been not going so great. Yet strange things keep happening around her and when a ghost tells her she is the only person who can stop the evil that is coming... Cleo's life is about to get a lot more complicated. The story deals with mental illness and the demons we fight, both in our minds and in real life. It's definitely a unique story and the artwork is interesting.

*Thanks Netgalley and Image Comics for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

[dispatchdcu]

Star Wars: Bounty Hunters #39 Preview

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Star Wars: Bounty Hunters #39 Preview: SCOURGE OF THE CYBORG! – A DARK DROIDS TIE-IN! Turned into a mindless killing machine, VALANCE is out to eliminate his former crew! Do BOSSK and ZUCKUSS stand a chance? Can even the mighty DURGE stop him? And TARR KLIGSON’S SECRET PLAN is finally revealed! ETHAN SACKS • DAVIDE TINTO  (A) • Cover by MARCO CHECCHETTO RETURN OF THE JEDI 40TH ANNIVERSARY VARIANT…

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Preview: Star Wars: Bounty Hunters #39

Star Wars: Bounty Hunters #39 preview. Turned into a mindless killing machine, VALANCE is out to eliminate his former crew! #comics #comicbooks #starwars

[holdingontodust]

Man, your Toffee analysis was what I needed to read and listen to. And honestly, I feel bad for how Toffee was treated. And while I'm not a fan of Moon/Toffee (or Heinous aka Meteora/Rasticore either), your analysis on Toffee is quite impressive as much as @sageoftheuniverse had done. But I digress...since you analyzed Toffee's character well, what are your thoughts on the likes of Rasticore? Me and my friend, @wildtige429 are both fans of the character and we're somewhat more of the "fans of the underrated characters" kind of thing, so we were wondering what your thoughts on Rasticore were. Please let us know when you

I've had this ask sitting in my drafts for a while trying to think of something interesting to say, but after so many weeks I'm afraid I have to say I don't have much to say on Rasticore, which sucks because I enjoy him, but he really doesn't have enough to work with in canon to write a full analysis on.

Also most of his episodes take place in a part of the series I don’t really care to watch again but, I’ll write up some quick thoughts based on what I have watched recently and remember from my original watch.

First of all, I’m sorry you don’t care for Rasticore x Heinous/Meteroa, because I think that’s one of the most interesting and fun parts of his character. The show really did itself dirty by not exploring the other characters more in favor of trying to stay the Star and Marco show (while also ruining even that with all the teenage romance drama), but in particular they really missed out on what could have been some really hilarious scenes of Gemni being the third wheel to an almost perfect Villains in Love dynamic. I am doing a (slow) rewatch of svtfoe at the moment, and don’t intend to fully rewatch after Battle of Mewni but might rewatch a few episodes just for Rasticore and Meteora while I lament what should could have been.

I just fucking love shipping the Lizards with the Butterflies don’t judge me

Looking specifically at Rasticore, though, like I said, there really isn't much to go on with him in canon. He somehow went from a scared teen to fighting in the war to a bounty hunter/assassin with no explanation of how he went from point A to point C and no exploration of his motives which makes it feel like there wasn't any actual plan for him, and he was only featured in some of his scenes just to fill up space so they wouldn't have to design a whole other background character.

The scene from Meteora's Lesson (I actually despise as anyone following me on twitter may have figured out), Rasticore could have been swapped with any other Septarian youth in the gathering and it wouldn't have made a difference, since we don't see how Rasticore actually develops from this absolute wreck to the confident soldier seen in Moon the Undaunted.

The only take away we really get from this is that Toffee and Rasticore have known each other since they were teens, and it's popular to assume that they were friends since he is the only Septarian from this scene that sticks around into the series proper- but this is not actually confirmed anywhere I don't think?

They knew each other in their teens and served in the monster army together but they might not have been friends after all or they had a big falling out after Rasticore abandoned Toffee when Moon blew off his finger, because they aren't working together anymore during svtfoe's run.

Or are they?

Unfortunately, since we don't know what the entirety of Toffee's plan was or where he was going when he walked away after returning from the Realm of Magic, there's no way to confirm this...But I find it really convenient that one of Toffee's old war buddies just happened to be in close with the True Heir to the Butterfly Kingdom, implied to be dating/have dated her (and presumably had sex with her) to notice she was half monster.

So...What if the real reason Rasticore broke up with her so awkwardly and tried to leave was because he was planning on reporting to Toffee and receive his new orders, unaware of Toffee's demise?

[lucascecil]

First Doctor - Project: Blue Box

TV Stories

◆ An Unearthly Child

◆ The Daleks

◆ The Edge of Destruction

◆ Marco Polo

◆ The Keys of Marinus

◆ The Aztecs

◆ The Sensorites

◆ The Reign of Terror

◆ Planet of Giants

◆ The Dalek Invasion of Earth

◆ The Rescue

◆ The Romans

◆ The Web Planet

◆ The Crusade

◆  The Space Museum

◆  The Chase

◆  The Time Meddler

◆ Galaxy 4

◆ Mission to the Unknown

◆ The Myth Makers

◆ The Daleks’ Master Plan

◆ The Massacre

◆ The Ark

◆ The Celestial Toymaker

◆ The Gunfighters

◆ The Savages

◆ The War Machine

◆ The Smugglers

◆ The Tenth Planet

Audio Stories

- 1st Doctor Adventures

◆ The Destination Wars

◆ The Great White Hurricane

◆ The Invention of Death

◆ The Barbarians and the Samurai

◆ The Phoenicians

◆ Tick-Tock World

◆ Return to Skaro

◆ For the Glory of Urth

◆ The Hollow Crown

◆ The Outlaws

◆ The Miniaturist

◆ The Demon Song

◆ The Incherton Incident

- The Companion Chronicles

◆ The Beginning

◆ The Sleeping Blood

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◆ Quinnis

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◆ The Revenants

◆ Starborn

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◆ Daybreak

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◆ Frostfire

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◆ Across the Darkened City

◆ Upstairs

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◆ The Guardian of the Solar System

◆ The Perpetual Bond

◆ The Cold Equations

◆ The First Wave

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◆ Mother Russia

◆ Tales from the Vault

◆ Return of the Rocket Men

◆ The War to End All Wars

◆ The Bonfires of Vanities

◆ The Plague of Dreams

◆ The Crumbling Magician

- The Early Adventures

◆ The Age of Endurance

◆ Domain of the Voord

◆ After the Daleks

◆ The Fifth Traveler

◆ The Doctor’s Tale

◆ The Bounty of Ceres

◆ The Ravelli Conspiracy

◆ The Dalek Occupation of Winter

◆ An Ideal World

◆ Entanglement

◆ The Crash of UK-201

◆ Daughter of the Gods

◆ An Ordinary Life

◆ The Sontarans

◆ The Secrets of Det-Sen

- The Lost Stories

◆ Farewell, Great Macedon

◆ The Fragile Yellow Arc of Fragance

◆ The Masters of Luxor

- Short Trips

◆ Rise and Fall

◆ A Star is Born

◆ A Small Semblance of Home

◆ Flywheel Revolution

◆ Home Again, Home Again

◆ 1963

◆ Etheria

◆ Helmstone

◆ O Tannenbaum

◆ Peace in Our Time

◆ Out of the Deep

◆ This Sporting Life

◆ The Horror at Bletchington Station

◆ Falling

Books

◆ The Sorcerer’s Apprentice

◆ The Empire of Glass

◆ The Man in the Velvet Mask

◆ The Plotters

◆ The Witch Hunters

◆ Salvation

◆ City at World’s End

◆ Bunker Soldiers

◆ Byzantium!

◆ Ten Little Aliens

◆ The Eleventh Tiger

◆ The Time Traveller

[wickedsick]

Okay so about bounty rush!

My main right now are Sabo and Ace/Marco. But I always get put against like 5 star people and die easily. I've been doing the challenge battles (and fail). And the KO challenge one (I get up to Enel. I think my HP is too low and my damage is too low as well. But they are both at max level? And Sabo has some of the boost squares. I can't seem to get out of the B+ league.

Sorry for bothering you! And thanks!

A few suggestions:

Figure out what situations your characters shine in. Sabo's kit is designed to clear out treasures with his Flame-Flame state, but isn't the best at capturing them. Ace, on the other hand, can defend treasure and help people capture your opponent's treasure. He's great at holding choke-points, like the center treasure on Alabasta or Fish-Man Island.

Look at what medals you can get, and find effects that synergize with your characters. If you win a 60-second battle, you'll guaranteed get three fragments of the character you do it with- no matter the difficulty.

Once Type Effects open up, look at what the different effects give you and build up a few support characters to take advantage of them.

Use Special Training to slowly get fragments and increase your level caps. The cost is negligible.

Every day, you can also buy a few fragments from the Exchange. It's the best thing to spend BP on.

Essentially, the game gives you a lot of avenues to power up your characters. Use as many of them as possible.

[comicwaren]

“We’ll probably need a quick exit. Because as plans go, this one is particularly dumb.” -- Khel Tanna

Cover art for Star Wars: Bounty Hunters #036, “A Perilous Bargain”

Art by Marco Checchetto and Marcio Menyz