#bly is the baby okay?

[lightasthesun]

you've heard of the domino twins now let me introduce you to the tripple threat

[anastacialy]

y'know, i keep making a habit of swinging my bat at hornets nests, but i have to say i'm getting so, so tired of people complaining about shows not making perfect sense when they aren't even close to done. we're four episodes into this season of doctor who. we're four episodes into this season of bridgerton. and yet in both fandoms i keep seeing people whine that such and such didn't make sense or it wasn't explained all the way and by god you guys i think maybe explanations might come later in the season. this is something most viewers will recognize as being called a 'plot.'

[roseaesynstylae]

I would love to see a fic where Kal Skirata and his associates meet the Command Batch. (I'll write it myself. Eventually.)

The second Kal -- or any of them, actually, said something along the lines of, oh, I don't know, "Must be hard, working with a bunch a baby-stealers" or more Jedi-bashing shit like that, we all know how they'd react.

Cody: Listens for a moment, then politely sets off a riot.

Rex: "Okay, bitch, get over here."

Wolffe: There's a mass murder. How dare you insult his father?

Doom: Hits the speaker in the groin.

Neyo: "First off, FUCK YOU--"

Fox: "I want a Jedi! I don't give a fuck if they're baby-stealers, I need one!"

Bly: Strangles the speaker.

Bacara: He lets them talk for a while, laughs hysterically, and beats the shit out of them with his helmet. The only one allowed to be an acidic bastard toward his Jedi is him, goddammit! (If Ki-Adi is watching, he's touched by his Commander's display of affection.)

Gree: Proceeds to rip their reasoning apart with detailed fact-checking and citations. He has a slide show with dancing graphics.

Ponds: Gives them the glare his General gives to particularly enraging Separatists.

Monnk: Raises his middle fingers. Then he raises his middle toes.

[tesalicious2]

Kesett Modern AU Headcanons:

Boba is the youngest of his fam, with his dad being Jango then goes Cody (married to Obi, both 26), Bly 25 (married to Aayla 25), Ponds 24, Wolffe 22, Fox 22 (married to Quinlan 24), Rex 20, Boba 18 (other clones are 1st cousins)

Cal and Boba were 16 when they met each other

All Mandalorians live in a community, kinda like Arabic Communities, just sprinkled around with Mandalorian Shops nearby and some neighborhoods with large groups of them

They all know each other and talk/gossip, especially about the younger Gen.

Because of this, Boba keeps his social life away from all that

Cal attends the same high school and they share a few classes (that’s how they met)

They both went to a party, got high, and made out/mostly talked in the backyard for several hours

The Monday of school, Boba asked Cal out on a date and they’ve been together ever since

They both really like each other but Boba keeps it a secret from his fam (Cal’s fam knows and have met Boba)

They are able to keep it a secret for a long time with the help of their friends

Bobas family have met Cal but under the pretense of being friends

At first they kept it a secret because they didn’t know how serious they were. When they were ready, it was hard to bring it up

Cal is adopted by Jaro Tapal, who isn’t home during the week due to work, but he is home on weekends

Boba and Cal are eventually caught by Bossk, Boba’s other father (not in a relationship with Jango but Jango needed help and Bossk was there a lot)

Boba and Cal were kissing outside of the school at the end of the day and Bossk went to pick Boba up (Boba’s car was being borrowed by Wolffe) and Bossk came too early

Bossk is like ‘okay why do I care’ and doesn’t tell anyone bc he thinks Boba’s panicked face is funny

Bossk’s condition for keeping it a secret is that he gets to be there when Boba tells everyone

It ends up during a large family party (a lot of relatives are there, not his brothers spouses, just his brothers), one of Boba’s cousins who hates Boba asked about Boba’s boyfriend at the table, like everyone knew

He pretended to be shocked that Boba hadn’t told anyone (he eavesdropped on them talking about dates and sneaking out)

You could hear a pin drop

It was quickly a brawl between the two, with Boba winning via breaking his nose

He ran out with his brothers clamoring after him, stopping when his father came into the yard and yelled at them

Boba ended up at Cal’s place, spending the night there

Both of them went over the next day, to introduce Cal quietly

Unfortunately, all his brothers and their partners were still there so it was more

Boba walks in and calls for his dad, everyone peaks out to see them, Cal pales and tries to walk out, Jango seats them all away and talks to the boys outside

it goes pretty well, Jango likes Cal but doesn't give him the shovel talk because Cal already looks like he's about to keel over and die

Jango doesn't pity him enough to save him from his children and has Cal go inside while talking to Boba outside

Cal looks traumatized after that and has yet to say a word without seeming like it was under duress

The whole night goes well but no one really *knows* anything about cal by the end of it

Fett Fam: we aren’t that intimidating, whys he so afraid? Cal: *inside his head* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA but also Boba asked me to be here so imma do my best :D but also AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

It isn’t until a few more meetings that they actually start to get to know him

Unfortunately, due to his fam knowing, Boba and Cal are more limited in their dates (and other more intimate activities, tho no one knows about this)

Bad to worse when a month or so later Rex walks in on them making out that’s more bordering on having sex with clothes on

Cue the ‘use protection talk’ that turns into ‘you’ve been doing this how long’ to ‘my baby brother is innocent and is a baby!’

So now they are limited to any fun activities outside of either home which has caused problems but they deal

Cal has a chance to meet the Fett family spouses during a family dinner turned storm hideout for the weekend

It was raining hard and supposed to be bad but as dinner continued the power went out and the streets were undrivable so no one could get home

Cal bonded surprisingly well with Aayla Obiwan and Quinlan and they eased him about being a part of the family

Despite being introduced to both families, they keep it rather private and just between them

A few weeks before leaving for college, both families decide to have a whole get together to meet (though Boba limited them to just his direct family, no cousins or aunts/uncles)

Cal and Boba are nervous but Jaro and Jango do the ‘dad’ thing and talk shop about whatever dads talk about and that eases everyone

To no one surprise, they get married after college and move into an apartment an hour from Jango’s home

They use Mandalorian traditions for the wedding, gifting knives, the vows, and exchange arm cuffs worn on the upper arm (instead of the vambrance, a modern substitute. Cal gets a set of armor later.)

[kotemf]

Happy Holidays!

For the dream fic under the Christmas Tree: I would love to read something about how the clone cadets spend Life Day(/Christmas) on Kamino! I'd love it to be focused around the command batch (Fox, Cody, Wolffe, etc.), but to be honest, any clones will do <3 Enjoy writing and I can't wait reading what you'll come up with!

So excited to fill this prompt! I love baby clones but you probably know that... I hope you like it.

You can read this on Ao3 too.

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The clones on Kamino weren't taught much about nat-born culture. They were only learning the stuff that they were going to need, such as biology of the species they may encounter, how to address both Jedi and civilian officers and such. Culture has never been deemed useful by the trainers nor the Kaminoans. It wasn't like they were actually going to meet anyone off the battlefield. They weren't going to need to know culture.

That didn't mean they weren't interested. Especially Cody and Fox loved anything nat-born, nat-born stuff was cool. They would absorb every single information the trainers had given them and then try to outdo each other in their knowledge.

Somehow, though, they have never heard of Life Day.

25th of December was just a day for them, a day like all the other days. There were no days off on Kamino.

They started their day with a long jog in the cold rain, then trained some, then Fox stole a trainer's coffee and they had fun observing him looking for the stolen cup of the brown liquid. After that they had a class and had to write an essay on Nautolan anatomy before they could have dinner and finally, finally go back to their room.

They normally spend the time in their room before they went to sleep studying for their classes or practicing new moves. On rare occasions, they would sneak around Kamino looking for the defective cadet Cody took under his wing.

They would do all of that had Alpha-17 not been waiting for them. "Finally." Their older brother looked at them. He didn't quite smile, Alpha never did that, but the corners of his lips did curl upwards a little bit. That was about as rare of a sight as a sunny day on Kamino.

"What are you doing here?" Cody asked carefully.

"I just wanted to wish you a merry Life Day, vod'ike."

"Life Day?" Fox asked curiously. "What's a Life Day?"

"You've never heard about Life Day?"

"No!" The cadets shook their heads simultaneously. There was a lot of things they didn't know, they were still one of the younger batches. Why was Alpha so surprised that they didn't know anything about this Life Day?

"Well, we'll have to remedy that. Who wants to hear a story?" Alpha asked. They all did but Fox was the only one who dared to come close to Alpha-17 and settle on his lap. He was the only one of them who wasn't terrified of the older clone. While Alpha hasn't ever done anything to them, they had seen him mad and he always looked so distanced and never smile so they were just careful. But Fox wasn't. He sometimes even went to Alpha for hugs!

"Tell us Alpha, please!" Fox begged for them all.

"I'm starting, Fox'ika, okay?" Alpha took a deep breath and then started talking. About a Wookie legend that supposedly happened many, many years ago. It started with a prophecy that a strong warrior who will save the Wookie planet Kashyyyk and the day that the warrior was born became a day celebrated as Life Day. And after this warrior died because of some bad Wookies, he became so famous in the entire galaxy that the day he was born became a holiday celebrated in the entire galaxy. It was called Life Day, for reasons not even Alpha fully understood. And it was celebrated on 25th of December.

"So Life Day has almost passed and we didn't know about it?" Cody asked, shocked.

"Don't be dramatic, Kote. You still have the entire evening to celebrate," Alpha assured him.

"But didn't you say we were supposed to give each other gifts? We don't have any gifts." Bly worried.

"Don't worry about that. The gifts can be something small, like one of the better ration bars. Or it doesn't even have to be a material object. You can just tell your brothers how much you like them and how much you appreciate their friendship as a gift."

"Well, I like you a lot Alpha and you are my favorite ori'vod," Fox informed him as he went in for a hug. And... well what could it hurt to join the hug, right?

Bly was the first one to join in. Then Cody and then eventually Wolffe too. And they found out that Alpha-17 indeed didn't bite. The hug was nice and warm, just like Fox said. They should've believed him.

"I have something for you, ad'ike."

"Really, Alpha?" Cody asked. He expected Alpha to tell them something similar to what Fox had said to him, that they were good vod'ike or maybe that he liked training with them.

To his surprise, Alpha pulled actual gifts out of his belt pouch. "These are some traditional Life Day treats. I had them smuggled in so no one can find out about it, okay? It'll be our little secret."

"We won't tell anything," Bly promised as he peeked inside of his little package. "They look nice. Much better than ration bars."

"They are."

"Thank you, Alpha!"

"No need, you deserve a little treat," their older brother assured them.

"But we don't have anything for you." Fox realized.

"Don't worry about it, ad'ike." Alpha smiled at them as he got up from where he had been sitting on Wolffe's cot. "You already gave me the best Life Day present I could ever ask for."

"That was weird," Wolffe voiced what they all were thinking.

"Did he just... smile?" Cody needed to make sure that he didn't just imagine that. Alpha never smiled, not really. Or he apparently did now because his batchmates saw it too.

"And what did he mean by 'the best Life Day present he could ever ask for'? We didn't give him anything. Maybe a headache. It doesn't make sense," Fox complained. He hated it when things didn't make sense and, unfortunately for him, many people seemed to not make any.

"I don't know. But we could have some of the candy he gave us," Wolffe suggested.

"And then we can write each other a letter about the good stuff they did during the year and then give it to each other as gifts, like Alpha said but better." Cody had an idea.

"Let's do it."

[vodika-vibes]

Hi Vodika!

I known I already sent in a request so you can ignore this if you want. Its it possible to request going thru a haunted house with Bly.

Also congrats again for the 800 followers🥳🥳

I'll Protect You

Summary: After a visit to a haunted house ends with you getting a black eye, Bly promises to take care of you.

Pairing: Commander Bly x F!Reader

Word Count: 798

Warnings: Accidental Injury

A/N: Sorry that this took so long! I hope you like it~

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Your eye is throbbing, and you’re pretty sure that your eye is starting to swell. Only pretty sure, because you’re vision is already blurry in that eye, and you can’t tell for certain. 

You also have a headache, but you’re pretty sure that’s just a side effect of being hit in the face…even if it was an accident.

Gentle hands cup your face, and your head is tilted back so you’re able to look up at Bly. He looks worried, but the worry is better than the outright fury that crossed his face when he realized that you had been hit.

“I have an ice pack for you,” He says, as he presses a cloth-covered bag against your eye, “How are you feeling?”

You pout at him, “If this is what it always feels like, I never want another one of these.”

He laughs softly and brushes his fingers down your cheek, “Well, hopefully, you’ll never get another one.”

You lightly wrap your hand around several of his fingers, “Are you okay, Bly?” 

He looks surprised, even as he turns his hand to thread his fingers with yours, “I’m not the one that got hit, love.”

“No, you weren’t.” You agree, “But you did get pretty angry.”

“They shouldn’t have touched you.” Bly counters with a frown, “This should have never happened.”

“It was just an accident, Bly. Just…a series of unfortunate events.”

His frown deepens, “I should have kept a better hold of you.”

“It’s not your fault either.” You squeeze his hand, “Accidents happen.”

“Accidents that lead to you getting hurt shouldn’t.” His brow furrows, and you know that he’s regretting bringing you here.

Which isn’t fair. You were having a really good time until that woman from the group behind you got scared and shoved you into the actor. 

“Bly,” 

“Hm?” His gaze snaps to your face, “What’s wrong?”

You shake your head, “I had a really good time with you this evening.”

His lips part slightly, “Baby, you got hurt.”

“Yeah, but until that happened I was having a lot of fun.” You smile at him, “And, now I get you to dote on me, so how can I complain.” You take the ice pack from him, finally, and pull it away from your face.

Bly gently guides the ice pack back to your eye, “You gotta keep the ice on, cyare.”

“Sorry.” You pause for a moment, “Can we go home?”

“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather go to the clinic? Just to make sure?”

“Bly, please? I just wanna go home.”

He watches you for a moment, and then he nods, “Alright. But I’m spending the night.” He pauses and you see his face darken slightly, “Just to make sure that you’re okay!”

You laugh and release his hand to reach out to pull him in. He lightly presses his forehead against yours, and you feel his breath fan across your face as your heart swells with affection for this man.

“I was wondering how long it’d take me to get you into my bed,” You tease lightly, just to watch his face darken a little more.

“You’re awful,” He grumbles, but there’s a small smile on his face and there’s no heat in his words.

“You love me,”

His expression softens, “More than I can put into words.”

You lean in to brush your lips against his, it’s a little difficult with the ice pack but you make it work. No injury is going to stop you from kissing Bly. He sighs against your lips, and when he pulls back you can tell that it’s not because he wanted to.

“Alright,” he murmurs as he puts a little more space between you and him, “Let’s get you home.”

“We can cuddle and watch scary movies,” You say as he helps you to your feet, “Since our visit to the haunted house got interrupted.”

“You’re going to sit on my lap when you get scared, aren’t you?”

“What? Do you not want me to sit on your lap?”

“I think it might be best if we skip the whole ‘waiting for you to get scared’ part and just start the movie with you sitting on my lap instead,” Bly replies as he takes your hand again and pulls you towards the speeder.

“Ah, so you want me in your lap more.”

“Yeah, of course. How could I not?”

Another laugh falls from you and you quickly kiss his cheek, “I love you.”

“Love you too, cyare.”

All things considered, this date has ended on a high note. You squeeze his hand gently. After all, if you hadn’t gotten hurt, Bly wouldn’t have any reason to spend the night. 

Maybe you should write a thank you letter to the actor who hit you.

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[youeverjustmarryabountyhunter]

Recently became obsessed with cowboy au's again so I did what any reasonable person would do and made a silly Clone Wars au for pure self indulgence.

Please enjoy my silly little headcannons and maybe one day I'll actually write the thing (I've said this several times before...but one day!)

•Usually with modern au's I try to justify why Jango has so many damn kids but not this time. The man just does okay? Also he's not attracted to women so like..who knows! My favorite plot point is Jango just has a bunch of kids and no one knows why and they just have to accept that

•Jango/Myles supremacy. They're married, thank you. Silas is their third wheel that's just always sorta there.

•Good dad Jango! Always good dad Jango. I just love him okay? It's like a little treat for myself.

•Ages are like...semi...cannon? For the clones the alphas are all adults, as are the commanders. After that, Rex, Kix, Jesse and whoever else I deem to be in that like age range- are 18/19/20. Domino squad, are teenagers. Tup, Dogma, Wooley, Comet are like..ranging from preteen's to 8. Boba is the baby at 3 years old. Don't ask me about Omega or the bad batch please I haven't decided what I'm doing with them yet, probably gonna make them Arla's kiddos like the other modern au of mine. These are also like..just a general guidelines of ages I haven't really fleshed anything out.

•Boba LOVES animals. It's a good thing they live on a farm. He just..befriends all of the animals even the ones that he isn't supposed to (raccoons) Jango nearly had a heart attack. Boba was fine though, just a little grumpy that Jango took him away from the raccoon.

•It's a miracle Boba knows how to walk because he's just constantly being carried/demanding to be carried. If he has the option to be in someone's arms he will be. Spoiled little thing. Honestly all of the Fett kids are probably spoiled, but they like to tease Boba about it cause he's the baby.

•Real talk though, I think Boba is a little sweety. He just loves his aliit(family) so much and wants to spend all his time with them.

•Mando'a is a language because I said so. Mandalorians are still a culture. That's just my go to for all modern au's tbh.

•Jaster is the best grandpa EVER. He's the reason they're all spoiled. Auntie Zam ALSO spoils them rotten. Uncle Bossk does as well it's just a lot less. Hondo...is Hondo let's be honest here. They're spoiled sure but Jango would really like to know WHERE Hondo got everything from (he would not like the answer)

•I haven't figured out how or anything but Codywan IS happening. Same with Blyla (is that Aayla and Bly's ship name?? Gonna pretend it is-)

•In the vain of keeping ages semi cannon Fennec is 19 and a farmhand 👌. She's like..not legally adopted but she might as well be. Jango's baby girl right there. Boba follows her around like a puppy and it only annoys her a little. She's definitely the reason he knows bad words let's be honest.

•I'm leaning towards most face tattoos are just birthmarks. As far as names go those are just their names. No one ever said Jango was good at naming things. Isn't there a comic in legends where they have a pet eel and it's name is just eel?

•Everything I know about 3 year olds comes from the times I have babysat actually 3 year olds and google. So in that spirit, Boba does have a paci in the art depicted below simple because I wanted to draw a pacifier- but Jango is also trying to ween him off it so he doesn't mess up his teeth.

This au has consumed me like..ugh I'm obsessed with it. There may or may not be a pinterest board just entirely dedicated to it. You don't understand how in love with this silly little au I am-

If you made it this far through the post- have some traditional art that may or may not get turned digital eventually! (There was one of Myles and Jango but I literally cannot decide on Myles hairstyle and couldn't erase it anymore for fear of ripping the paper so...)

Join me next time (maybe-) for when I inevitably think of more headcannons for this au.

In order: Jango and Boba, Jango braiding Fennec's hair, and Cody!

[ladylucksrogue]

If you have the time, is it possible for Foxiyo and prompt 16!! 🙏

This one was fun as well, having them deal with a child that wasn't theirs. It fits well though. Takes place in my fix-it universe.

Prompt 16 - caring for a tiny human that isn't theirs and not really knowing how to handle it

The front door slid open, and Fox stepped inside.  He bit back a yawn. The restructuring of the Republic meant long hours and endless meetings. He’d spent most of the day on his feet, trying to corral a hundred different priorities into some semblance of order. All he wanted now was a quiet evening with Riyo.  Food, sleep. 

But as his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he froze.

Riyo was sitting on the couch, a baby carrier resting on floor in front of her. Inside was a tiny figure, swaddled and fast asleep, a pacifier bobbing slightly. For a heart-stopping moment, Fox’s brain didn’t know how to catch up. She was only six months along, too early for their baby.

His heart thudded until he took another step closer and recognized the little blue-and-brown mottled face inside the carrier. Veya. Bly and Aayla’s daughter.

“Riyo?” he asked.

She looked up, her expression calm but a little amused. “Bly and I ran into each other at the Senate today,” she explained. “He and Aayla are beyond exhausted, so I offered to watch Veya for the evening. We need the practice anyway.”

Fox exhaled sharply, his tension easing a bit at that, though his brow furrowed. “Practice?”

Riyo gestured toward the carrier. “You know… handling a tiny being. She’s fast asleep. For now.”

Fox gave her a skeptical look but said nothing as he moved to their bedroom to change out of his uniform.  He had no issue with his niece but his plans for a nice quiet evening were getting dimmer and dimmer by the moment.  When he returned, the sight of Riyo gently rocking the baby carrier made something unfamiliar stir in his chest.  It wouldn’t be too long until this would be normal.  A new terrifying normal.

“We should get something together for dinner,” Riyo said, glancing up at him.

Fox waved her off. “Order something. You’ve got your hands full.”

Riyo smiled and rose from the couch, heading toward the kitchen. “I’ll grab us some drinks too. Caf?”

Fox gave a nod as he took a seat on the couch, carefully, cautiously eying Veya.  He’d seen her several times, but the truth of it was he’d never spent any extended time around her.  Or any tubie for that matter.

And as if it was meant to be, as soon as Riyo was out of sight, the peace shattered. Veya’s little face scrunched up, and she let out a surprisingly loud wail for someone as small as she was.

Fox froze, waiting to see if she would quiet herself.  When she didn’t, he moved closer.

“Okay, okay,” he muttered under his breath, leaning down to scoop her up. His hands were careful, cradling her head as he lifted her. She was so small, fragile. Kriffing hell, she was lighter than his bucket.

Her cries faded as he held her against his chest, his voice dropping into a low, soothing tone. “There you go, little one. It’s okay. Nothing to cry about.”

Her teary eyes blinked up at him, the same color as Bly’s, as his.  Her lip wobbled, as if she’d start crying any second now.

“Got a set of lungs on you, give you that.  Between you and me your dad’s a bit of a loudmouth too.”

Veya whimpered and he rocked her, “There there.  What’s the matter?  Tired?  Hungry?”  The more he spoke, the more she seemed to calm.

Riyo appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame with a knowing smile. “You’re a natural.”

Fox snorted, glancing at her. “I sound just like Bly. It’s probably that.”

“No,” Riyo said, shaking her head. “You two sound nothing alike.”

He frowned, looking down at Veya. She blinked sleepily up at him, her tiny hand grasping at the air before settling against his chest, pulling against the fabric of his shirt.

“Maybe,” he muttered, though his voice lacked conviction.

Riyo walked over with a small bottle in hand, gently taking Veya from him. “She’ll need this soon.”

They settled on the couch together, Riyo feeding Veya while Fox leaned back, his eyes lingering on both of them. Her movements were smooth and she seemed to know what she was doing.  Though he couldn’t recall her ever talking about caring for children.

His gaze shifted to her stomach, and he reached out, resting a hand lightly over the swell. The faintest flutter pressed back against his palm, and his throat tightened.

“You think we’ll figure it out?” he asked softly.

Riyo met his eyes. “We will,” she said simply, smiling

Her words settled something in him, easing the tension he hadn’t even realized he was carrying. Fox leaned closer, pressing a kiss to her temple, his hand still resting over their growing son.

Well, when she said it like that, maybe everything didn’t seem quite so daunting.

[indiphyr]

Every sapphic movie, show or book I like:

(* = favorites)

Movies:

Bend It Like Beckham (lesbian/trans coded)

Black Swan

*Bodies Bodies Bodies

*Booksmart

Bottoms

Braid

But I'm A Cheerleader

Dating Amber

*Death Becomes Her (sapphic coded)

D.E.B.S

Do Revenge

*Everything Everywhere All At Once

Fear Street

Fucking Åmål

*Ginger Snaps (sapphic/queer coded)

Hearts Beat Loud

Heart Shot

*Jennifer's Body

Joy Ride (I think one of the MCs is sapphic?)

Kajillionaire

May

My Days Of Mercy

*My First Summer

Nope (Sapphic sister I think?)

Pariah

Polite Society (either a lesbian or aroace mc)

Princess Cyd

Rafiki

Rye Lane (Sapphic coded MC)

Saint Maud

Saving Face

Set It Off

*Shiva Baby

*Sissy

Sweetheart

Unpregnant

The Fallout

The Half Of It

The Handmaiden

The Incredibly True Adventure of 2 Girls In Love

*The Miseducation Of Cameron Post

The Rocky Horror Picture Show

Shows:

*A League Of Their Own

Adventure Time

*A Kind Of Spark (Keedie is not hetero)

*Anne With An E (sapphic coded)

American Horror Story

*Arcane

Betty

Black Cake

Derry Girls

Degrassi

Druck (seasons 5&6)

Everything Now

Everything Sucks (problematic actor age gap)

Everything's Gonna Be Okay

Faking It

First Kill

Gap: The Series

Genera+ion

Gentleman Jack

*Good Omens

Grease: Rise Of The Pink Ladies

*Hacks

*Heartbreak High

Heartstopper

I Am Not Okay With This

Killing Eve

Little Fires Everywhere

Lucifer

Minx

Motherland Fort Salem

One Day At A Time

Our Flag Means Death

*Paper Girls

*Peacemaker

Ratched

Sex Education

She-Ra

Stranger Things

*Such Brave Girls

Swarm

Teenage Bounty Hunters

*The Boys + Gen V

The Formal (tiktok/youtube series)

*The Good Place

The Haunting Of Bly Manor

The Last Of Us

The Legend Of Korra

*The Owl House

*The Power

*The Sex Lives Of College Girls

The White Lotus

*The Wilds

Upload

Vida

Warrior Nun

We Are Lady Parts

*What We Do In The Shadows

While The Men Are Away

Wo der Egg Priority

Xo, Kitty

*Yellowjackets

Books:

Ace Of Spades

*A Dowry Of Blood

Afterlove

Black Cake

*Black Girl, Call Home

Burn Down, Rise Up

Cinderella Is Dead

Clap When You Land

Crier's War

Dear Medusa

Girls Of Paper And Fire

Hani And Ishu's Guide To Fake Dating

*Her Body And Other Parties

Honey Girl

House Of Hunger

If You Still Recognise Me

It Goes Like This

In The Dream House

In The Ravenous Dark

I Who Have Never Known Men

You're Not Supposed To Die Tonight

*Keedie + A Kind Of Spark

Last Night At The Telegraph Club

*Legendborn (Sapphic SC)

Loveless (Sapphic SCs)

Music From Another World

Nothing Burns As Bright As Her

Not My Problem

Our Wives Under The Sea

Parachutes (Sapphic SC)

Perfect On Paper

Radio Silence

Rise To The Sun

She Gets The Girl

She Drives Me Crazy

*She Who Became The Sun

Siren Queen

The Chosen And The Beautiful

The Falling In Love Montage

The Girls I've Been

The Henna Wars

The Jasmine Throne

*The Kyoshi Novels

*The Locked Tomb Series

*The Mirror Season

The Nature Of Witches

*The Priory Of The Orange Tree

The River Has Teeth

*The Unbroken

These Witches Don't Burn

Graphic Novels:

*Are You Listening

Hi-Fi Club

Jook Joint

Laura Dean Keeps Breaking Up With Me

*On A Sunbeam

*Paper Girls

*Spinning

The Avant-Guards

*The Tea Dragon Society

[tereox]

Warmup #4 - Modern AU Snippet

Rating: G

Summary: Fox is doing the budget. His vod'ike want him to go to the zoo with them. There's only one solution to this problem.

Notes: This idea came about cause I write "200 words max". And when I came back from getting a glass of water, I accidentally read "ZOO words max". Inspiration can come from anywhere XD

"Ori'vod." Hound said. A tugging at Fox's sleeve followed.

Fox shifted slightly, moving farther away from Hound. If he kept it up, he'd soon be trapped between his insistent vod'ika and the wall. That was okay, he'd come up with a new plan then. He just had to finish the budget.

"Fox." Hound whined as he moved closer.

"Not now, Hound." Fox grumbled, scooting his office chair away. "I'm doing calculations."

"Fox."

Fox had only a second to realise that Hound's voice sounded closer to a whine now than anything else.

"Fox Fox Fox Fox Fox."

Fox closed his eyes and sighed. Heavily. "What."

"Oh good." Hound beamed at him. "We wanna go to the zoo."

Fox raised his head and looked over at the door where Thorn waved at him. "They have baby giraffes."

"And Bly said he'll do the budgets!" Thire jumped in immediately. "So we can go see them."

Fox ran a hand down his face. He liked giraffes. Damn them.

"Fine."

He left his office to cheering.

~~~

Mando'a ori'vod - older sibling (plural: ori'vode) vod'ika - younger sibling (plural: vod'ike)

[yongguk-ia]

Do you come here often? || BLY

“Uhh well not really but the ladies of the orphanage sent me here, I don’t normally come to the academy much but they said you would be able to help me.” Yongguk reached up to scratch the back of his head but winced in pain. “We had a bad accident at Lonely, everyone is okay thankfully-” He quickly added “but I caught the bad end of the stick” He chuckled softly. 

A new child came into the orphanage and while the other kids were happy to have a new friend the child was terrified of being surrounded by so many people at once. The child had its back against the wall trying to make themselves disappear. Once Yongguk realized what was going on he ran over to the crowd of kids pushing himself between the boy and other kids,  asking them to move back and give the new kids some space but it was too late. The baby dragon lashed out by screaming, he saw the flames before he even felt the heat. Acting on instinct he threw his arms around all the children he could shielding them from the flames with his body. 

He replayed what happened to the nurse as he stood in the office. “Uh and a couple of kids got a first degree burn the nurses were able to help them, I on the other hand got it a little worst.” He chuckled dryly as he carefully unzipped his sweater slipping it off and turned around  to reveal a black shirt underneath most of it singed off and sticking to the skin on his back. His skin already turning dark red, it appeared wet almost SHINee (heh). “The nurses were helping the kids so I came here so they could focus on them” As he spoke his baritone voice was calm. His mind was blank as he tried not to think about the pain. His skin felt like he was still standing in front of the flames. His breath shallow as he kept himself together. 

Suddenly remembering something he slipped a piece of paper carefully out of his sweater pocket. “Also these are somethings they need for restock and wanted to see if you guys had some for them”  He held it up to show Belle-lilith behind him.    @belle-lilith-ia

[officialdiegorodriguez]

TEXTING: HENRY Diego: Well, not angsty. More like, bitchy, but in a totall deserved way Diego: Whatever. You saying Noah doesn't have friends was sexy, alright? Just take the compliment, Bly ;) Diego: It's okay, baby. I just. Fuck. Diego: Why does everyone feel so entitled? Why can't I just kiss you and love you without it being everyone else's business? Diego: Not tha I'm saying Diego: But just, like, hypothetically. Why can't I?

TEXTING: DIEGO Henry: angsty? i’m being angsty? Henry: you’re not being a dick. Henry: can i do anything?

[vodika-vibes]

I'm in love with your clone dad drabbles. Im giggling and kicking my feet whenever I see a new one.

Anyway, I was wondering if you could do one with Bly as a father. A second choice would be Fox or Wolffe

Bly as a dad! Oh, I love Bly! People need to write for him more!

Bly is a girl dad. And he's the best girl dad.

Baby girl wants to do ballet? Absolutely, sounds like a plan! Baby girl is too nervous to actually preform on stage? That's okay, dad's there dancing nect to her.

He calls her his little sunflower, and all of her clothes have little sunflowers on them.

Watches, like, space YouTube tutorials on how to style long hair and even practices on his brothers. So his little girl always has the best hair.

Once bullied his entire Battalion to.watch a space barbie movie because it's her favorite. (They complained about it, but Bly heard them singing some of the songs- he's onto them.)

Grudgingly sends her to the Clone Creche, but only because his wife called him out for considering bringing their daughter on a campaign.

He comms nightly when he's away, and he tries to be there for every bedtime story.

[leias-left-hair-bun-again]

Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, CC-3636 | Wolffe, CC-5052 | Bly, CC-1010 | Fox

Chapters: 3/?

Chapter Summary: after the worst day of your career on kamino thus far, you just want to crawl under the covers and forget about it. the commander batch has other plans for you

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(the commanders are almost all here now :DDD when i tell you i struggled trying to keep the little commanders’ voices baby enough while still having them say what i needed them to - whew. but i think i’m as satisfied with it as i’ll ever be so i’m going to stop fiddling and go start on something else! :D )

[ambiguousdisorderken]

so i watched bly manor and my basic ass ended up thirsting after the one and only douchebag, peter quint

[valentinably]

Valentina didn’t like to think of herself as overbearing, not by a long shot, but she did feel awfully protective of her younger siblings. There was no doubting that their parents were an utter delight and had done a wonderful job with them all, but she'd felt something of a motherly instinct towards them all upon leaving home. Henry was out on tour for half the year, yet she still found herself pottering around after him whenever he was back in his New York apartment, Valentina acting the Mother-Hen as she poked her head around his doorway, asking if he wanted any of the lasagne she’d been cooking, laying out fresh laundry that he categorically had not asked her to prepare for him. 

Even now, home for the Holidays, she found herself eager to help. Val would always be the first to concede that she didn’t have a whole lot of talents. She wasn’t even a particularly good cook, for that matter – her lasagne was subpar at best, but Henry always accepted it like a champ – and their father had encouraged her to relinquish her claim on decorating the tree from a reasonably young age. Whatever her purpose on this Earth was, she was still yet to uncover it, but she was quite content drifting through life and making a nuisance of herself so long as she could, at the very least, make somebody else’s life a little easier. 

On this particular morning, that somebody was Henry. 

Since his – unfortunately, rather viral – incident on stage a few months ago, Val had found herself on high alert. She’d been inundated with concerned texts and phonecalls from their parents and siblings, desperate to know what had happened, was Henry okay, and why hadn’t she been there to ensure he was eating enough, getting enough rest, and taking care of himself? Which, to a well-adjusted ear, might sound like a load of old bollocks. She wasn’t Henry’s keeper, and it certainly wasn’t her job to baby him and make sure he’s taking care of himself. Only, as far as Valentina Bly was concerned, it absolutely was. 

After Stefan, Val had vowed both to herself and to her family that she’d never let Henry down. She wasn’t good for much else, but if there was one thing she could do it was protect her baby brother. Admittedly, there’d been days where she’d been accused of sheltering him too much – or worse; neglecting Sylvie and Pascal – but she was nothing if not attentive to his needs. She was just down the hall should he need somebody to talk to or, when neither of them was home, just a phonecall away and ready to answer upon the first ring. Evidently, something had shifted. She wasn’t sure if she’d become less vigilant, or if Henry had simply gotten better at lying to her. The distance definitely accounted for some of it – Poppy had made an effort to text Val whenever she was concerned but, bless her heart, she was as soft as butter and hated to nag and push at him. Where Val might have been more persistent, Poppy simply offered up a warm cuddle and a hand to hold, not wanting to bully Henry into disclosing anything he wasn’t ready to share. 

Still, even now, her darling brother continued to insist that he was okay, waving away the very loud concerns of his family, frequently fixing Valentina with a stern look that said stop watching my every move, I'm fine. Perhaps he wasn’t ready to tell her the full truth, but she wasn’t going to stop trying to help in her own ways, even if all she could do was afford him a little extra time in bed. 

“Blah, blah, blah. Diego was right, you really do talk in your sleep,” Valentina quipped, waving a hand in her brother’s general direction. 

She tried to keep her tone gentle, if a little jovial, as she dismissed his concerns. She swore she wouldn’t baby him this weekend, not in front of their parents, so she was eager to keep things light. She kept her attention focused on the vast array of apples displayed in front of her, one hand carefully slicing them as she tried not to make a terrible mess. 

“Seriously, Hen. You looked far too cosy to disturb and, quite frankly, I was devastatingly jealous so I thought at least one of us should get to enjoy the joys of Maman’s blankets for a teensy bit longer,” she shrugged, finally daring to spare him a glance. 

He looked wrecked. Not because he’d been lacking in the sleep department, but because his face was ridden with guilt and disappointment – most likely in himself, rather than anybody else. It broke her heart to see him looking so deflated over a measly couple of hours of sleep. She ached to tell him to go back to bed, to cuddle up under his duvet and look after himself for once, but she didn’t think he’d take too kindly to the suggestion. 

“Quit pouting, you’ll get wrinkles,” she told him, offering up an affectionate roll of her eyes. 

Waking up in his childhood bed was always strange for Henry. Mainly because it remained the same as it always had. When he’d moved out and got his own place, his parents hadn’t seen fit to immediately renovate the room and turn it into something else: an office or a home gym, perhaps. It was still the very same as twenty-three-year-old Henry had left it, glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to the ceiling, random Polaroids blu-tacked to his wall and his old Casio keyboard shoved into a corner for when he didn’t want to disturb the rest of his family by playing the baby grand in the foyer well into the early hours of the morning. 

He knew that the rest of his siblings’ rooms were still as they had left them too. Nathaniel, Valentina and Leo had all flown the nest just like him but had come home for Thanksgiving to find their old bedrooms as untouched as Nicolas and Sylvie’s were. For two people who had built a business on letting go and moving on, Aurelia and Nathaniel Bly Sr. seemed utterly incapable of extending that same practice to how they viewed their children leaving home and Henry couldn’t help but adore them for it.

It meant he could wake up that morning, Marmalade curled at his feet, and feel a jolt of relief when the curtains above the window were a familiar shade of blue instead of a generic hotel room pattern or the blinds of a moving tour bus.

Letting out a soft groan, he pushed himself into a sitting position, his bones aching slightly in protest, in a manner that suggested he was getting old. Or maybe this year had just taken its toll on him.

Reaching over to grab his phone from where it was sitting on his bedside table, he gave it a tug to unplug it from its charger and swiped his thumb across the screen. Wincing, he realised he’d slept in past ten, something he rarely ever did unless he was given strict instructions by Ciara to get a whole eight hours after a late concert or awards ceremony. But lately, he spent most of his nights tossing and turning, mind running rampant with needling, anxiety-riddled thoughts. He remembered dozing off somewhere around five that morning and, as much as his body would thank him for turning over and getting a few more hours of sleep, he knew that his parents would only worry if he didn’t rise soon. They’d been keeping a watchful eye on him ever since his onstage fainting spell and the last thing he wanted to do was worry them even more.

It also didn't go amiss to him that his phone screen was void of any notifications. 

Well - that was a lie. There were plenty. Poppy had messaged the tour groupchat with a Happy Thanksgiving message as well as sent him an individual text. Ciara had also left him a reminder on WhatsApp to check his e-mail (when and only when you have time, she’d stressed) with the details of his next PR stint with Dante, amongst a number of Instagram notifications. Nothing from Diego though, which made sense. But it didn’t mean Henry hadn’t looked for one anyway.

Throwing the covers off and standing up, he beckoned for Marmalade to follow him downstairs, forgoing making his bed for the time being. Another sudden swerve from his usual neat habits.

Stefan’s cat obediently followed him downstairs and into the kitchen where Valentina was already sitting down at the table.

“Morning,” he greeted her sleepily, rubbing at his eyes as he immediately reached for the Keurig. “What’re you doing?”

He peered at the mess of apple skins on the table. It seemed like his older sister had peeled and chopped close to dozens upon dozens of apples. Something tugged at the back of his mind as he looked at the scene in front of him and he felt a nauseous jolt in the pit of his stomach when he realised what was going on.

“I was supposed to help you with that,” he said, face paling. 

The Bly Thanksgiving banquet was a hot ticket event in Manhattan’s Upper East side. No less than twelve of his parents’ closest friends and their families descended on the Bly’s brownstone to celebrate the holiday, which meant that the apple pie had to be prepared early in the morning and made in batches in order to make sure there was enough to go around for dessert. The honour of preparing it usually fell to both Valentina and Henry who quite honestly didn’t have an ounce of baking or cooking talent between them but they could, at the very least, peel and chop an orchard’s worth of apples before Leo took over the pie part.

Except Henry had evidently slept through most of that while his sister had dutifully seen to it that it still got done.

“Val, I’m so sorry. I’m… putain,” he cursed, raking a hand through his hair. “Is there anything else I can do? I didn’t mean to sleep in, I…”