#but i will get into that at a later time if tumblr returns my ability to rb polls

[coquelicoq]

i was gonna rb my be-lov-ed/be-loved poll once more before it closes in 8 hours, but tumblr is not letting me rb any polls today :( so if you haven't voted yet and would like to, you can find it here :)

[intrinsicepiphany]

Okay tumblr lets talk theories again.

(my brain rot + knowledge of religion has me all up in Hazbin Hotel right now.)

Today I want to talk Biology! Mostly because I made the poor choice of going to Twitter's chaggie tag and looking at the comments...

So can we discuss Why do so many people keep trying to apply HUMAN biology to the Half-Demon Nephillim daughter of an Arch-Angel?!

Okay I'll start at the begining and work my way to the reasons why if Charlie really wants a kid with Vaggie both of them being assigned female at creation probably isn't going to matter.

Let's start with Lucifer!

So as far as has been shown in the show Lucifer is an original Archangel even down to his lovely 6 red wings. This makes him one of the most powerful beings in heaven.

(If we go by bible text he was actually a favorite until his dreams of free will led him astray and depending on the text he merely has to admit he was wrong and ask for forgiveness to return)

Now looking at everything after this fall he has never lost his Angelic Abilities. His default powers are still angelic gold.

We do see he also has a Full Demon form when he is pissed. Interestingly enough his crown also doubles as a halo in this form. Also note for later just how much Charlie resembles him in both forms.

This suggest that at root biology Lucifer is still an archangel with demon traits. This combination is most likely what makes him the strongest being in hell by a long shot. The only reason others even have power is purely because he doesnt care enough to flex his power and has no desire to actually rule.

Now on to Lilith!

What do we know about Lilith?

Well we know she was a created human not born.

She was Adam's equal

And she left and got with Lucifer before the fall.

So here is the deal... I dont think Lilith can be classified as a sinner. She didnt die to end up in hell and in fact she fell before hell was really a thing. she helped create it after all. (Plus you know Charlie exsists)

So what IS Lilith? I think Lilith as one of a few Actual Demons. And if we have to classify her she'd be closer to a Sin. I actually think of Lilith as the Sin of Pride in Hazbin Hotel not Lucifer. We are even told that She created pentagram city and developed hell while lucifer kept to his workshop in depression.

Now let's talk about this scene for a second. Lilith fell from heaven/earth Alive and possibly even immortal since human kind was immortal before Eve took the apple.

Lilith gains power from her fall into hell. She develops demon like attributes and seems to have musical based magic. She also seems to retain or get immortality. So what does this fall mean? It means that Lilith was NOT HUMAN by the time Charlie was born.

So what does this mean for Charlie?

Well for one Charlie is NOT just some Hellborn. She is by Definition a Nephilim but she is not half-human. She would most likely be considered a Half-Demon, Half-Angel Nephilim.

This would explain her expansive (if never used) power base. The official power ranking has her tied with Lilith with only Lucifer being more powerful. Which makes complete sense. She is the Heir to the entire thing after all. (I actually think this is why Alastor couldnt make a deal for her soul and settled for a favor instead)

She also inheirited Angelic powers from her father. As seen by the fact that her default magic is gold. Which means she has angel blood in her veins. Lets be honest i wouldnt be surprised if she ended up bleeding gold in the future.

In fact she seems to have inherited most of her abilities from dear old dad.

Im pretty sure that just by shear ability and magic if Charlie wanted a kid she could probably create/magic one into exsistance no matter who her partner was.

But lets review Vaggie just for fun! Because I have thoughts

What do we actually know about Vaggie?

Well we know she is an angel. I say is because I dont think Lute or Adam actually have the power to cast an angel out of heaven AND she gets her wings back. This would mean she is not actually a sinner she would be closer to a fallen angel like lucifer.

We know she speaks Spanish and seems to be of Hispanic nature. BUT! Do we know if she was ever really human?!

We know Adam claims to have named her Vaggie. This could suggest three things

1) exorcist take on a new name when they join. But if this was true why wouldnt she leave this name behind and return to her human name once in hell? It would have kept her secret better and you'd figure she would want to leave behind the negative feelings that would come with her exorcist name.

2) Adam in his self-centered ways misheard her real name (maybe something like Aggie from Agatha or Maggie) and thought she said Vaggie or actively chose to misinterpret her name and she never cared to correct him. BUT Once more why would she not just return to her real name once with Charlie in hell?

Or 3) And this one is the real kicker. Vaggie is a Heaven-born Angel.

If the answer is 3 than it would imply that she was never human which brings her closer to lucifers biology.

Some other interesting things to consider about this last theory. Lute and Vaggie resemble each other a great deal. In fact, all the exorcist seem to have a similar body type. (I mean you could argue its the uniform but even without the uniform the resembalance between lute and vaggie is uncanny) and if I remember correctly at one point the exterminators are refered to as sister? I mean this could mean sisters-in-arms BUT What if ALL exorcist were heaven-born?

If they were never human this could explain both their ability and their desire to slay sinners. Much like Sera they wouldn't have any sympathy for the dammed because they wouldn't have any possible family that could end up down there. They would also have Very little connection to or concern for former humans. After all like Adam said they had their chance and they screwed up.

So in the end what does this all mean?

Well I actually already kind of said it

1) Fandom really needs to stop applying human biology to Charlie. She is a half demon half archangel Nephilim with incredible magic.

If charlie wants a kid she can probably magic one up no matter the obsticles please stop asking artist and writers how it is possible for her and vaggie to have a kid/get pregnant if they are both women - the answer is Charlie Magic.

2) all 4 of the above have the potential to be way stronger than they have been shown in the show.

And

3) Charlie is a potential BadAss and is just too nice to go full tactical nuke - this will be covered in my next ted talk.

[lockandkeycake]

Ignore this post, my HoTD moots, this is going to be a long post you don't care about.

it's PJO/HoO rant time.

What can I say, Tumblr brings me back to the simpler times of 2016.

Y'all baby Frank too much. Like. Way too much.

Leo was a dick at times, no doubt. But I think y'all forget Frank was absolutely being antagonistic because he was paranoid over Leo looking like Hazel's ex. You can argue it's because Leo fired on New Rome, but Frank himself counters that claim and Leo is initially grateful Frank didn't blame him.

Frank was also the first one to bring up Sammy, not Hazel, just before that. Later, all before Leo says anything against Frank, Piper thinks Frank's behavior is because it seems like Leo and Hazel had a history. This is a longer bit of a book scene, but I feel like it gets ignored.

This is still before Leo says anything against Frank. I will be saying that a number of more times. Leo just complimented his ability and Frank responds with a pretty catty comment about Leo's physical abilities. You can see the difference in how he reacts even more clearly in a scene before, when Hazel is commenting on Frank turning into a dragon

Frank doesn't counter the idea to become a dragon, he just has an issue with leaving Hazel with Leo. Leo again, so far, isn't upset with Frank. He wants to prove he's trustworthy.

When Piper does her fun little exorcism on the lads, this happens. I have to say yet again. Leo has not insulted Frank at this point. Not a huge issue, Frank was a bit shaken up, but it was still kind of a dick move to just. Let him hit the dirt. I'll excuse it because it is very funny.

Later when they find out about Nico, this scene below happens. Leo has still not said anything against Frank at this point - Jason even agrees repeatedly with Leo, but Frank only glares at Leo.

After this, when Hazel is upset and leaves, Leo starts to likely say he should go apologize, but Frank cuts him off saying, "you've done enough."

We're a few hundred pages through the book now at this point. Frank has insulted Leo, he doesn't trust him, doesn't want Hazel around him, singles him out, and literally let him fall to the ground. Leo has not said anything against him yet.

Even Percy notes that Frank's mood is tied to his relationship with Hazel, and Leo seemingly threatening that.

(and for those who are curious - baleful means threateningly, or to wish harm)

This is when, after a good chunk into the novel, we reach Leo's first dig at Frank.

Then ~the iguana incident~ comes not long after, but if you're going to call this Leo bullying him, you'd have to include... Everyone. Since they literally all laughed at Frank turning into a lizard to get out of the finger trap. Hazel, Percy, Annabeth, everyone. Not a fun moment for Frank, I sympathize with him there, but I wouldn't personally call this pointed bullying. You may disagree but I do not think at the very least that Riordan intended it to be seen as bullying. This is followed by Leo sending Frank's dirty laundry out on Buford for awhile (though he does claim that it would be cleaned and returned to him, eventually we do learn the laundry is lost. This was not a planned thing by Leo, and I don't understand why this is characterized by some people as him purposely throwing away Frank's clothes.)

All this eventually leads to this exchange.

Gee, I don't know, Frank. Maybe because you keep glaring at him anytime you're around him to the point even Percy was like oh boy I got to get him off the ship before he folds Leo like a pretzel.

Later, Frank actually helps save Leo in eagle form, but ends up injured in the process - and drops Leo. I really don't think Frank meant to drop him, but Leo thinks Frank dropped him on purpose. That's kind of a big thing, even though it's a minor line.

Then, Frank is back to being untrusting of Leo. He's glowering, glaring, and again - doesn't want to leave Leo with Hazel.

When Hazel is alone with Leo, she finally takes the time to defend Frank.

So, clearly, Frank scares Leo.

Leo scares Frank.

It's a fun horrible little wicked web! It's almost like the author intended them to buttheads! Shocking!

I've run out of pictures to add!

I could and probably will continue this nonsense, but the general point of this rant is Frank is not just some totally sweet big guy who has never done anything wrong in his entire life, and characterizing him as such just makes him boring. He's self conscious, insecure, and lashes out at- boy, doesn't that sound familiar. Anyway.

He was kind of a dick to Leo, and Leo was kind of a dick to him in turn.

I'm pretty sure I had a better ending for this originally, that summed everything up, but now I'm distracted and just bitter they didn't kiss.

I didn't even have time to reach their interactions underwater.

[sundrop-writes]

Sundrop's Spooky Fics

So because Halloween is coming up, I decided to put together a rec list of my fics that are perfect for Halloween - none of these are really directly Halloween themed, but they have Halloween or spooky vibes. I divided them up between fics that are on Tumblr and fics that are on AO3 because my account is archive locked so you do need an AO3 account to read those fics. Either way, I hope you enjoy some of these fics if it is your first time reading them!

Blood In The Water - Void!Stiles x Fem!Reader (Teen Wolf) (11,700 words)

Being Stiles’s best friend, you are incredibly worried about him when you figure out that he is quite literally not himself - and that the thing currently occupying his body could be destroying it in the process. When you approach him to show this concern, Void takes a particular interest in you. He’s not capable of love, or even fondness, but he likes you. And he likes the way your fear spikes when you talk about Stiles. So he makes you a deal - he’ll agree to take care of this fleshy, mortal host, in exchange for something more precious, more rare, and more delicious than the meal you have brought for Stiles. He wants your pain. He wants your tears. Void!Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader. Pining Best Friends. Extreme Emotional Angst, Hurt No Comfort. Set during Season 3 (with flashbacks to Season 1, Episode 11).

Recently posted, and one of the most 'Halloween' fics I have ever written. Very angsty, very spooky. Great if you are looking for some great emotional Halloween dread - like the kind that a horror movie would bring. It was one of my favourites to write, and I hope you guys enjoy reading it.

Precious Time Alone - Gar Logan x Fem!Reader (DC Titans) (11,800 words)

Even with the ability to see the future, you never would have guessed that your life would lead you to falling in love with the perfect man - someone sweet, caring, funny, cute. Someone with the passion and fire to protect the ones that he loves no matter what. A precious guy with green hair who had the ability to transform into a tiger at will. And when you finally made love to him for the first time, you never could have guessed how that unique ability affected his sex life. You weren’t exactly complaining, but you wished you had seen this coming. At the end of the day, it was just another thing about him to love. Or - Neither you nor Gar knew that he has the ability to knot, and you both find out for the first time when you have sex together. Gar Logan x Fem!Powered!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut/PWP. Set during Season 2, Episode 9.

I put this strictly on the list because it is in the style of A/B/O (even though it's not technically A/B/O, because the reader character is technically human) - because what is Halloween without a little monster fucking? I need to write more monster fucking lmao. Anyway, I love this fic and I love this fic so much - and I hope you will too.

Need - Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader (The Walking Dead) (3,000 words)

Daryl comes back from a run acting strangely needy, and you find out that Zach made him jealous. (You may have to thank Zach later.) Or - Daryl fucks your brains out to prove to himself that you’re his. Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut/PWP. Set during early Season 4/The Prison Era.

What would Halloween be without some TWD? There is much 'spookiness' to this one, aside from the fact that it's technically set during a zombie apocalypse - it's just pure porn. But whenever I think of Halloween, I do get the urge to watch TWD, so I had to have my boy Daryl in here somewhere.

Damn The Man, Save The Empire (Five Nights At Freddy's) (6,100 words)

Vanessa has always taken care of you. Since the two of you were kids, she has put her neck on the line for you, and you rarely knew how to return that epic kindness. One night, while both of you are raw and on-edge, the dark cloud of your strange past looming over both of you nearly swallows both of you whole - and once again, Vanessa is right there, taking care of you. (Dark)Dom!Vanessa Shelly x Sub!Gender Neutral Reader. Toxic Co-Dependent Relationship. Smut and Angst. Takes place before the main timeline of the film.

The main spooky thing about this one is the fact that Vanessa is very much a sociopath in this, and who doesn't love a dark fantasy where a serial killer fucks your brains out. I really need to write more fics like this, because this one was so much fun to write - I love writing dark characters to their extreme.

Ghosting - Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader (Five Nights At Freddy's) (3,700 words)

Mike has been in love with you for as long as he can remember. For about as long as the two of you have been best friends. He always thought he would have more time to work up to confessing those big, dangerous feelings for you - until something more dangerous swooped in and stole any time he had left with you. Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader. Star-Crossed Lovers. Pure Angst. Set during the events of the movie.

Again, this is one that brings horror movie dread - I think that angst is really great for Halloween, especially because this is based off a great Halloween movie. This won't be for everyone because it doesn't have a happy ending, but if you are looking for something very angsty, I hope you enjoy reading this.

These next ones are on AO3, and like I mentioned, my account is archive locked, so you will need an AO3 account to view these fics. But I think they are really great and deserve a shout out too. Also, these fics don't have covers that have been made by me (except for one lmao) - so thanks to Tumblr's gif search system for these ones.

Hold Me Tight Or Don't - Glenn Rhee x Fem!Reader x Maggie Greene (The Walking Dead) (7,200 words)

Everyone should get one last wish. Right? Well, that’s not exactly something you wanted to be thinking of in the middle of a musty old prison library when you have a pack of Walkers crawling up your ass. But you’ll work with what you’ve got. And you have the loves of your life at your disposal and the remaining time that God has given you. Glenn Rhee x Fem!Reader x Maggie Greene. Established Relationship. Major Character Death. Smut and Heavy Angst. Set during Season 3, Episode 4.

This one I put on the list because of the mixture of angst, gore, and smut. I love fics that have a mixture of gore and sex (it's something that I really should do more often) because I feel like sex and death really have such a natural relationship. And this one, unlike the Daryl fic, really brings the zombie aspect to the forefront. It's one of my favourite fics I have ever written, and I think it is perfect for the spooky Halloween mood.

No Brainer - Derek Cho (Steven Yeun) x Fem!Reader x Melanie Cross (Samara Weaving) (Mayhem (2017)) (7,100 words)

When the ID-7 Virus, aka the Red Eye Virus hits Towers and Smythe Consulting, it throws the entire office building into chaos. With a mandatory quarantine from the CDC in action, that chaos builds in on itself, and somehow, you, Derek, and Melanie get everything that you want. aka You have something Derek and Melanie need. Derek and Melanie have something you want. You all agree to make an exchange, and everyone ends up more than happy. Derek Cho (Steven Yeun) x Fem!Reader x Melanie Cross (Samara Weaving). Strangers to Lovers. Smut. Set during the canon of the film Mayhem.

This one is perfect for Halloween because it's based off of an amazing horror movie. Also, it's no coincidence that there's two Steven Yeun fics on fics on this list. He looks really good covered in blood.

Arms Tonite - Bee (Samara Weaving) x GN!Reader (The Babysitter (2017)) (2,100 words)

Sunrise is fast approaching with every second that ticks by - another second you spend with Bee, another second you lose in the fight to gain more time with her. The deal you had made was impossible to complete, and the Devil was eager to get his claws on your immortal soul. But of course, Bee was brewing up some plans of her own. Bee x Gender Neutral Reader. Friends to Lovers. Angst/Horror. Set outside the events of canon.

This was one of my first shorter fics, and I am still really proud of it. Also, it's great for Halloween cause it involves literal human sacrifice. This was actually one of my first fics to experiment with major gore and violence elements - which was largely inspired by the film. And I would love to write a longer (smut) fic with Bee sometime. I love her character so much and I feel like she is so underappreciated.

Very Good Bad Thing - Antisepticeye x Fem!Demon!Reader (8,200 words)

Valentine's Day is a busy time for you, seeing as you're a sex demon, and you close most of your deals when people are feeling lonely and vulnerable. Of course, Anti just had to interrupt you. To give you his stupid... "present". Anti x Fem!Reader. Exes to Lovers/Frenemies. Smut and Gore.

So, technically this is a Valentine's day fic - because I got the idea that I wanted to post a seasonal fic on Valentine's day on one of my old blogs and this monstrosity came to mind. But this fic is a heavy mixture of gore and smut, so I feel like it would be perfect for Halloween too. This is actually my first ever smut fic that included any gore (and it's my only youtuber ego fic, though I would like to write more of them, because they are so much fun) - and I had so much fun writing it. I love writing about demons and characters who are amoral on their basis, because there is no rules. And that just makes it so much fucking fun.

Anyway, if you read any of these fics, I hope you enjoy them! And I hope you have fun and have a great Halloween!!

[viablemess]

I have a lot of feelings about the Durin Family, Fili in Particular

---Howdy folks it is that time of year again where i go absolutely feral for Fili Durin. He is underappreciated and tumblr has addressed that but i feel an URGE to add to the discourse so here I am. This post is not done, fyi. I will add more to it later.

It's 10pm/22:00. I just got home from class. I'm waiting for my ramen water to boil. There is a fireplace and some holiday lights. Let's have a (fireside)chat.

First of all, the constant tying of Fili and Kili together?? Like I get it. Merry and Pippin parallels. I love parallels (looking at you, George), but come on. Chill, just a tad. I know Tolkein didn't give you much to go by, but he didn't even write tauriel into the books or Bolg and yall ran with that anyways. Use your creative brains, pls, I'm actually begging you.

ANYWAYS. Have them develop separately even if only a little. Kili is the younger one, literally viewed younger bc he has the smallest itty bitty beard. He is not the heir, he is the spare, and could have some deep rooted personal insecurities about that as a result. He may feel that he deeply has to prove himself to Thorin bc he does not have a set role in the future like Fili does. Kili gets his romance with Tauriel, which--khgf;ushfw;e uneneccary, but I can appreciate the attempt to broaden the target market and appeal to a romance audience even if the previews did not hint at that happening at all so it would not have been a marketable trait per say but I digress. Again with the parallels of forbidden romance, poor Legolas still does not get any, we know, he was not even in the books really either, let's move on.

Kili is babied by the company, needs to prove himself, his mother made him promise to return to him so he is still deeply in the "coming of age" side of things (a lot of the company is, but that's a topic for another word vomit fireside chat). He begins to realize that he might like elves which goes against his family and he was already the spare, might as well go all in and fall in love with an elf. Fine. I can deal with that. But let's see more of Kili messing up, more so than just the trolls. Let's see him make silly goofy mistakes more. The company always tries to keep him out of the line of fire by making him an archer (heh) and keeping him off the front lines. They do everything to protect him, bc Dis is a terrifying woman, ansd if she made Kili promise to return to her, dammit, the company will return him to her if it is the last thing they do. Kili likely spends less time with Thorin and Dwalin than his brother, so here he is, questioning his own self worth and if he belongs in the party and his own abilities while coming of age and sticking out from his family even more, so why not rebel a little? why not be an archer which is not as glorified, why not consider shaving to meet cross cultural beauty standards, why not date the elf (dammit, I'm convincing myself for Tauriel's presence and I hate that). He's trying his best and messing up along the way, and is INNOCENT. Completely. He is aware of his ancestry and what happened, but he and Bilbo are the two being narrated to when telling of the Durin family history, and as a result, the differences in dwarven / hobbit culture could be explored further. Thorin has a little kiddo to watch out for, and maybe is softer around, because even Thorin knows Kili is young, maybe even too young to be here but if they didn't let him come he would have snuck after them, so we get to see a more forgiving, family-man Thorin who we do not see anywhere else (and yes we get that at the end of the movie but I'm getting to my critique of the (I almost called it a keldabe wrong fandom) forehead touch with a name I cannot recall later).

Onto his brother. Fili is the heir, okay. So, that means that he is likely raised very differently from Kili. Whereas Kili may have had some time to play and be a kid (as much as they could in the Blue Mountains as refugees, anyways), Fili likely was given no such privilege. He followed Thorin around like a lost puppy, watching his every move and trying to imitate it, because he knew he would have to do Thorin's job someday. Even if Thorin did get married / have a kid / etc there would likely still be a window where Fili was in charge before Thorin's kid came of age, and as the years went on, the chances of that happening diminished, and so Fili threw himself more and more into his crown-prince-studies. Maybe a little obsessively, just like his uncle, who had practically stepped into the role as father. Because Fili thought he had to be Thorin. Thorin, meanwhile, saw the King that Fili could be, and that King was so much better than him. Fili grew up humble as a result of them all being refugees, something Thorin did not have to learn until much later and even then he never fully got it. Fili was kind, because he saw the suffering of his people, and understood how large of a difference a small act could make. Fili also had the teachings of Thorin drilled into him, because Thorin's problem was that whenever he saw Fili, he also saw Frerin. Frerin was Thorin's younger brother, just as blond as Fili, and (I'm assuming) played a roll in Fili's name (both starting with F). Frerin died at the Battle of Azanulbizar, and Thorin remembers that battle, he remembers losing his little brother. He can understand the fear that Fili feels whenever the company encounters a fight because he has felt the same in the worst of ways. But, because Thorin understands, he pushes Fili to be better than him. Even if that pushing is too much, too hard, too fast, too young--Thorin knows that Fili can be better than him, and Thorin does not want Fili to suffer as he has suffered, so he does everything in his power to prepare Fili for what is to come, and because Thorin loves him, that is all he does. He pours that love out as motivation and pushes Fili to do more, do everything, and do it better than he did. Fili, being young, does not realize this. He just sees it as Thorin preparing him to be king, and quite brutally at that, but Thorin is the closest thing he has to a father, Fili is not going to question it, not for anything, except for his little brother. And that just hurts Thorin, because he knows that, had he had the chance, he would have died to save Frerin at Azanulbizar. He knows Fili would do the same for Kili, but they are both so, so young. Thorin fears he could lose them both in one go, if he is not careful. So he is harsh, he scares them, he is forceful, because they do not have time for care and coddling, that won't keep them safe.

Whereas the company sees Kili as carefree and fun, Fili is cold, like his uncle. He is stone, and observant, and polite. He has to be Thorin, AND everything that Thorin is not. It is an impossible task, but he has to try. That is what is expected of him, not just by his mother and uncle, but by the entire people that is behind him, waiting for him to ascend to be king. He does not get a choice. The only one who can pull him out of that rut is his brother, with whom he actually feels like he can be what he is -- barely older than a kid.

Im gonna let that sink in for a second. They're CHILDREN.

anyways.

So, Kili gets his romance plot. It's cute and it parallels. And I've established that Kili must prove himself, and Fili will bend over backwards to make Thorin happy, which likely also extends to Dis, his mother.

I imagine Dis gave Kili the river rock to come back home, and she told Fili "be safe, don't be stupid, etc etc" but HIGHLIGHTED "take care of your brother", and Thorin does the same in the movies.

So, when Kili galavants up the bridge to open the gate after the party does a little slip and slide down the river, Fili naturally goes with. He sees that Kili is about to get shot. And Fili, who knows above all else he has to be king and he has to take care of Kili, just does the normal heroric thing and jumps in front, and he gets shot.

He is chastized for it, for being stupid, but overall they both are thanked for getting them out of the mess, and there is no time to waste because the company has to leave, and Fili (like what Kili did albeit maybe with more conviction) will not let others help him, or show weakness. So Fili continues on, poisoned, and Kili has the guilt of knowing his brother took an arrow meant for him. Fili must suffer the consequences of being a hero, and Kili must suffer the consequences of being the youngest, and feeling guilty for not taking responsibility for his own actions.

This all boils over to a fight where Kili tells Fili that "I made the choice to go up there, I didn't ask you to intervene!" because dammit Kili wants to be treated like an adult and FIli just took that away from him, again.

Fili, naturally, retorts, "I just did what I had to, because you know what? mom didn't tell me to come home--all she told me, all everyone ever tells me--is to take care of you! So I don't matter, not to this family, not in the same way you do. You're a son. I'm a prince."

Which, ouch. Slap in the face to Kili, and maybe the company overhears. Kili feels slighted, but also maybe is starting to understand, he can be a kid, Fili cannot. And Fili, meanwhile, is about to break from the weight of expectations that feels heavier than the lonely mountain ever could.

So, Kili stays with Fili when they get to Bard's, because it is what Fili would have done for him. Thorin is pissed, but lets it go, because Kili isn't Fili, and ouch, again.

I imagine Bofur helps quite a bit, he has a kind soul and listens better than most, and while Fili is delirious with fever Bofur talks him through it. Kili gets to be more coherent with Tauriel, and we get to see if their relationship actually holds up outside of a "she saved my life I love her" style of interaction which bleh is cliche as all get out.

and PLEASE when the dwarves do get out of Bard's house, they get to actually help Bard deal with the dragon. I read a fic a long time ago (if I find it I'll link it and the author below) where Fili had to be Bard's arrow anchor instead of Bard's son and I just chef's kiss. The dwarves who are left get to help the humans, and they feel more sympathy for them. Maybe they witness more death, and so when the dwarves do turn their backs on the humans later, Fili, Kili, Bofur, Bifur & crew are like "wait wtf they have suffered enough" unlike their future indifference we see in the movie.

and THEN all the dwarves arrive at the mountain, and Fili and Kili actually get welcomed home like the family they ARE, but it's stunted, because something is wrong with Thorin. He is glad to see Kili and Fili, but barely spares them a glance. They've heard the rumors and stories, of gold sickness. They begin to wonder, and we get to see them talk (probably with Bilbo) about the concept in secret where everyone is looking for the arkenstone. We get to see Kili with his hero worship refuse to believe Thorin would fall under a gold thrall. We get to see Fili, who is afraid of becoming like Thorin, too scared to enter the treasury unless immensly pressured to do so, and even then someone is always with him, because he worries. He still holds the ruby Thorin threw at him, and he keeps it in his pocket. He holds it so tight the edges cut his palm, and the pain seems to distract him from the wealth that surrounds him. I always wondered if Thorin gave Fili that ruby because he was the heir, or the only dwarf with so much gold about their person, with his hair. It was what Thorin saw first, not because it was his nephew, but because he looked like the very thing that already clawed Thorin down into his own demise.

AND NOW the war starts. and this needs to be another post bc ffs I'm losing my shit this is much too long.

[justagalwhowrites]

Beskar Doll - Ch. 50: Home

You and the Mandalorian balance life with your family and bounty hunting. The final chapter of Beskar Doll, found in its entirety on Tumblr here.

Pairing: The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut :D No use of Y/N. Minors DNI, 18+ only.

Length: 2.6k

5 years later 

“Have him sighted?” 

“Yes, Mama.” The small voice next to you was high pitched and bordering on giddy. You smiled. 

“And that’s the quarry?” You asked. 

“I think so…” she sounded unsure. 

“How do you check, Aidla?” Din asked from the other side of her. 

“See if he looks like the puck,” she said slowly, her face still pressed against the binocs. “And…” 

She paused, frowning. You and your husband both looked at her, giving her a moment to figure it out. 

“Patu,” Grogu said, sitting beside his sister on the rock your family was perched on, making two small stones float in front of him.

“The tracking fob!” She pulled her eyes away from the binocs, her face lit up. 

“That’s right, ad’ika,” Din said. You could hear the smile in his voice. She held out her small hand and Din put the fob in her palm. She held it up next to the binocs, pointing it at the man in the distance. It beeped and flashed. She smiled. 

“I found him!” She all but squealed, smiling broadly, her teeth like small white pearls. 

“So what next?” You asked. 

“We make the capture,” she said, turning serious again. 

“We make the capture,” Din repeated, voice proud. 

You smiled at him over the head of your daughter as she pushed up off the rock, careful to stay out of sight of the small settlement in the distance where you’d tracked the quarry. 

It was still almost miraculous to you, how much she looked like her father. She had his hair - thick and dark with gentle curls - that today you’d braided close to her head to keep it out of the way. She had his eyes, too - all soft, deep warmth - and his lips and his chin. It still amazed you sometimes to look at her and have the acute realization of just what she was. 

Your pregnancy had quickly become more real once you and Din had Grogu back. You returned to Naboo and visited a proper doctor, a knot in your stomach as you did. She confirmed what you were already all but certain of: you were pregnant. 

Din immediately tried to get you to stop hunting with him. 

“No,” you said simply, shrugging with Grogu on your lap. 

“What do you mean no.” 

“I mean no,” you shrugged again. “It’s a very simple word in Basic, Din, I’m surprised you’re unfamiliar…” 

“Cyare.” 

“Din.” 

“Patu.” 

“Thank you,” you looked down at the boy on your lap, his small head tilted back so he could look up at you. 

“Not safe, Doll,” he said. 

“I did plenty of unsafe things before we knew I was pregnant,” you replied. “It was fine. I’m not going to stop living my life because we’re going to have a child. I don’t intend to after they’re here, either.” 

“Doll.” 

“You’re my husband, my partner, my riduur,” you said. “Not my master or my king. I don’t fall under your command, Din.”

Eventually, you had to slow down, of course, but you hunted bounties until you couldn’t keep up. It wasn’t long after that Aidla was born on Naboo, just you and Din behind closed doors so the first time he saw his daughter, it was without a helmet. It was Din who suggested her name, her tiny head cradled in his large palm as he looked at her with wonder, your back against his chest as he held you both. He wanted to honor the woman who’d kept you close in the years you were apart. 

After she was born, it suddenly made so much more sense to take Karga up on an offer he’d made to Din before the two of you had come back together: a place to call home. 

The small house reminded you a bit of your home on Tatooine. There were three bedrooms, a small kitchen where you could all eat together, a sitting room with enough space for the children to play on the floor while you and Din watched. 

It was when Aidla and Grogu were playing there that she first showed signs of her Jedi abilities. You and Din were on the couch, your head on his lap, his fingers tracing along your arm as you read a book on your data pad. You caught it out of the corner of your eye, a bright blue block floating toward her chubby hand from a few feet away. 

Floating toys were hardly unusual in your home. Grogu was happy to use the force to get his tiny hands on whatever he desired - for better or for worse. But your son was focused on the small silver ball from the Razor Crest in his hands, not paying any mind to his sister or the floating block. 

“Din!” You sat up so fast that the Mandalorian jumped to his feet, startling Aidla, the block tumbling to the ground. Her small face scrunched and she wailed. 

“It’s alright, ad’ika,” he said, voice soothing as he scooped her up. Grogu pouted and you went to pick him up, too, kissing his little forehead and bouncing him on your hip. Aidla quieted quickly, her face buried in her father’s neck. He frowned at you. “What happened?”

“She was using the force,” you said, voice low. Not that there was anyone there to keep her power a secret from but it set you on edge. He frowned, his brows knitting together. “It was her, it wasn’t him. I’m sure of it. She’s….” 

“We figured it out with him,” he said, kissing the crown of your head. “We’ll figure it out with her, too.” 

That was three and a half years ago now and, so far, you had figured it out. Not that it wasn’t challenging having two Jedi children, especially when neither you nor Din could move things with your minds, but Aidla and Grogu bonded through it. They would have all but silent conversations in their minds, the only sound the occasional giggle bursting out of Aidla like some uncontrolled thing. 

Ahsoka had her theories about what made Aidla strong in the force. Given your sensitivity to it, it’s possible that it was inherited. That your family had carried the trait for generations, it had just never fully manifested until your daughter. 

It was also possible that Grogu’s burst of power through you at Gideon’s facility had flowed through Aidla, too. She just held onto it, built it into herself, become who she was because of you and Din and Grogu together. 

You were almost certain that Grogu had reminded Aidla about the fob. Even though she should be learning to be sure of her hunting choices on her own, it made you smile, your son helping his little sister when she ran into trouble. 

“OK ade,” you said, trying to incorporate what Mando’a you knew when talking with your children. “What are the rules when we’re making a capture?” 

“We listen to you and Buir,” Aidla sighed, sounding bored. 

“That’s right,” you smiled a little. “What else?” 

Grogu pushed an image into your mind, of him and Aidla inside a pod that Karga had made for the two of them. You nodded, still smiling. 

“Right again,” you said. “You stay in the pod.”

“When do I get to do that part?” Aidla asked as Din lifted her into the pod. “I’m a good fighter!” 

“You’re not quite big enough yet, darling girl,” you said, switching to Bothese as Din put Grogu in the pod, too. “Just keep practicing so you’ll be ready when the time comes.” 

She rolled her eyes and you smiled and shook your head as you sealed the pod. She was a skilled fighter. Of course she was, with a handmaiden mother and Mandalorian father. You and Din regularly worked with her, teaching her to fight and shoot. The beskar staff that had been broken in half by the Darksaber was the perfect size for her to use to practice and she loved to mimic your movements as you trained. 

You and Din made the capture easily, just a bail jumper who hadn’t anticipated being hunted down and hadn’t done a great job of hiding himself. Din put him into carbonite on the Crest as you settled Aidla and Grogu into the cockpit. 

“Buir,” Aidla asked from her seat behind Din, leaning forward to see the navigational charts. “Are we going to see Aunt Sosha?” 

“Eventually,” he said, starting the launch sequence. You held Grogu tighter as the ship took off. “We’re going to see Aunt Cara first, then Aunt Sosha and then we’re going to spend some time on our world before we go home.” 

“Do you think Aunt Cara will let me fight?” She asked, eager, her eyes wide. “I got better since last time!” 

“You’ll have to ask her, ad’ika,” you heard him smile below the helmet. “But I can’t imagine Cara saying no to you. Or to a fight.” 

You laughed a little as Aidla settled back into the jump seat, smiling almost smugly. You were looking forward to seeing Cara again. The two of you had become thick as thieves over the years, swapping war stories and laughing yourselves sick over a bonfire and whiskey as Din sighed, the firelight reflecting off his armor as you leaned against him. 

You and Sosha had reconnected, too, in the years since you’d gone to her for help getting Grogu back. She’d fallen in love with your son before she’d even made it out of the research facility. Sosha had been one of the first people to meet Aidla and immediately adored her, too. 

“Oh my stars,” she breathed, holding your daughter’s tiny body in her hands - one organic, one prosthetic. You smiled, tears swelling at the sight of your oldest, closest friend cradling your newborn child, your husband’s arm wrapped around your shoulders. “I’ve never seen anything so perfect in my entire life.” 

Aidla yawned, making a little coo as she scrunched her tiny nose. 

“I need one of these,” she said, glancing up at you with a small smile. “Don’t tell Pell.” 

“I’ll let you break that to him,” you smiled a little, lacing your fingers with Din’s. “These warrior men need some easing into the idea…” 

You felt Din give you a look from below the helmet and you smiled over your shoulder at him. He touched his forehead to yours, the cool metal its own form of familiarity and intimacy that you’d come to love. 

“Yes, Lady Djarin,” Sosha said softly to Aidla. “Definitely need to get one of you.” 

It didn’t take long for Aidla and Grogu both to fall asleep as the Crest went into hyperspace. Din gently lifted his daughter and carried her down the ladder to the small sleeping quarters you’d made in the corner of the cargo hold, not far from your first hiding place on the ship. He tucked her in as you brought Grogu down and put him in the bed next to her. Din removed his helmet and kissed them both before taking you by the hand and leading you to your quarters. 

He undressed you slowly, running his hands over your skin, fingers tracing along your arms, over your ribs, your breasts, your neck, your face. You pulled away his armor, piece by piece, until you were in each other’s arms with nothing between you. 

“I think we should make another one of those,” he said between soft kisses peppering your skin. 

“You really want to be outnumbered by Jedi?” You smiled a little as he pressed you back into the bed. You lay down on it, pulling him down with you. 

“If they’re yours,” he said, settling between your thighs, his weight a heavy comfort as his body swallowed your own. “It’s all I want.” 

He kissed down your body, over your chest, your stomach, his lips lingering on your skin below your navel. His mouth found your slit, the tip of his tongue tracing over your slick seam from your entrance to your clit, making you moan. He pressed his tongue into you, opening you gently and slowly, his nose against the bottom your clit. His large hand splayed out against your lower stomach, his thumb brushing and teasing the top of your sensitive nub. 

His tongue worked deeper into you, his fingers sinking into your flesh as your body got tight and hot around him, rocking your hips against him until you came with a strangled moan. 

He kissed back up your body while your limbs were still limp and pliant from your orgasm. He still tasted like you as his tongue slipped into your mouth, his fingers tangling in your hair, his hard length brushing against your dripping slit. 

“Cyare,” he breathed. 

“Yes,” you nodded, panting and aching and needy. “Yes, let’s have another baby, I want…” 

He swallowed your words, his cock pressing into you, making you moan at the stretch of him. You pressed your hips up against him until he was fully within you. He stilled inside you for a moment, his lips separating from you just enough to look in your eyes, joined with him as thoroughly as two people could be. 

Din moved in you slowly at first, so you could feel every part of him within you, your hips rising to meet his as you sank into each other. He increased his pace gradually, your body tightening around him, your fingers pressing into his back, trying to pull him as close to you as you could get. He was so deep inside you that you couldn’t remember a time where he wasn’t a part of you and you weren’t a part of him. 

“Din,” you moaned into him. “I…” 

He pressed into the soft, achy part of you that made your heart stutter and back arch, stealing the words from your mouth. 

“Need you to cum for me, Cyare,” he was panting, desperate. “Please, need to feel you, love you, need you…” 

You came, arching into him, your hands clutching him close and you felt him come apart within you, pressing as deep as he could reach inside you. 

He pulled you against his chest and tugged your leg over his hip before rolling you both onto your sides, his cock still inside you. The arm below you wrapped around you close to him as his other hand traced along the edges of your face, his eyes searching your own. 

“Think I’ll like being outnumbered with you,” you smiled. 

“We’ve made it work so far,” he kissed you softly. “We’re raising warriors.” 

You smiled, burying your face in his neck. He still smelled a little wild. Like the forest. Like home. 

It amazed you sometimes, thinking of all the places that were home to you now. Your husband and your children together. The Razor Crest where you’d first fallen for the Mandalorian who was now your riduur. The house on Nevarro that was always filled with the sound of love. The uncharted world where you brought your children and they learned to hunt and climb and you had a chance to paint. 

When you left Naboo, you thought you’d never find a home again, not really. Now, you had it everywhere, the comfort and security of it reaching into everything.

You pulled back from your husband just enough to see his face, the face of a Mandalorian warrior. Your fingers drifted into his hair and you smiled a little. In all of the galaxy you’d seen, nothing was quite as beautiful as Din and he was a sight that was reserved just for you and the family you made with him. 

“Cyare,” he said softly. “What is it?” 

“Nothing,” you smiled a little. “Just happy that I’m home.” 

A/N: WOW!

This is over. I can't believe it.

This was the first fan fiction I ever wrote, the first time I ever tried to make something new from a character that wasn't my own. Even though I only started it a few months ago, it feels like I've been with Din and Doll forever.

Thank you so much for being here for this story. I hope you enjoyed the ride as much as I enjoyed sharing it with you. Knowing you were a part of it, reading your comments, experiencing it alongside you all helped make this experience what it was. It's been incredible. Thank you.

I've started a new fic set in the TLOU universe called Yearling and you can find that here.

Thank you again for spending your time with my work. It's meant the world. I hope we go on another adventure again soon.

Love you all!

[underforeversgrace]

healing the wounds we hid - 1

title: healing the wounds we hid

words: 2,998

Finally, the sequel to broken trust and the wounds hidden behind! (Refresh here on AO3 or here on Tumblr)

Story Summary: Now that his father knows, Danny's life is changing for the better. Jack encourages him to let his friends and the rest of the family into his small word. Unbeknownst to Danny, Jack is secretly worried about how Maddie will react to the news upon her return to Amity - and how to confront Vlad once Jack learns his true identity. Amidst it all, an enemy lurks and plots their revenge.

Chapter 1 of 11: Believing in You

AO3

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Beta by: @probably-dead and @scarletsaphire!

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Jack sighed as slick green ectoplasm coated his hands.

“Again, Danny?” He grumbled, deftly running the needle and thread through the injury on his son’s upper right bicep.

“Blame Skulker!” Danny whined, an ice pack of his own creation in his other hand, pressed to the bruise growing on his face.

Jack wanted to scream internally, to beg his son to stop doing all of these stupid fights, to let Jack handle it, Jack was the professional ghost hunter here. But he knew it wouldn’t do anything except encourage Danny to start hiding injuries again and stop coming to his father for help. As noble as it was that one of Danny’s Obsessions was protection, Jack often wished it wasn’t, especially in the past two weeks since the night in the clearing.

Danny had stopped hiding his injuries, hiding how often he left the house in the middle of the night and Jack had been relieved at first. Now, however, stitching up a wound on his son for the tenth time in fourteen days, Jack wanted nothing more than for his son to live a normal life.

But Danny never would lead a normal life. Jack’s own invention had stolen away that ability, embedded the need to protect into Danny’s very DNA as it took his life and gave it back. The only thing that could stop the drive to save people was if Danny got sufficiently distracted by the stars or astronomy, Jack had realized. But that was easier said than done.

So all Jack could do was try to help his son however he could, give him the medical attention he couldn’t get anywhere else.

It had been a month since Jack had watched Danny’s goodbye video and learned his secret, and his whole world had been turned entirely upside down since then. He wouldn’t trade it for anything, though. Danny was talking to him, enjoying spending time with him. And while he still left a lot at night, he woke Jack up before he left. Someone in this world knew what he was doing and where he was.

He decided to change topics. “So are you going to tell them this weekend?” Jack asked.

“Daaad… you know why I haven’t told them.”

“You need to, son. I still don’t understand why you don’t want to.”

“Because! This secret is hard to keep. It’s a burden. I don’t want to bother them.”

“It isn’t a burden for the people who love you to help you, Danny.” Jack said, snipping off the thread after the final stitch.

“It’s different. You’re my dad. You’re like, contractually obligated to love me. Sam and Tuck… we’re just friends.” Danny said, shifting back to human now that the wound was tended to, forming a mirror of ice to check his face, the bruise already rapidly disappearing.

Sometimes Jack wondered if it made him a bad father that he didn’t stop Danny from doing these things, that he was personally tending major injuries at home. Then Jack remembered that denial of an Obsession could shatter Danny’s core and kill him, remembered that the Guys in White would be called if the hospital so much as looked at Danny’s blood samples. He felt a little better as a father then. So long as he didn’t think about why his son was like this.

That portal was a source of a lot of self-doubt, now that he knew.

“You say that, yet you didn’t tell me until much later.” Jack pointed out, pulling the stained gloves off and flexing his bare hands.

“You were shooting me, in my defense.” Danny replied, though his tone was playful. Jack’s stomach twisted. He didn’t say it with anger or blame but Jack didn’t think he’d ever stop feeling bad for shooting Danny so often, even if Danny didn’t seem to hold it against his father.

“And how have Sam and Tucker reacted to Phantom?”

Danny fidgeted, refusing to look Jack in the eye. “They were some of the first in the school to support Inviso-bill.” He admitted.

“Danny… you three have been friends practically since diapers. You thought the worst of me with valid reason. You’re thinking the worst of them despite not having one. What could they do to earn your trust, like I did, if they’re already supportive?”

“It’s just… I’m scared, okay? I’m worried about burdening them or them finding out and being fine and then getting upset and outing me or them thinking I’m a freak or -“

“Stop.” Jack said, grabbing at Danny’s shoulders, careful to avoid jostling the wound on his right arm.

Danny just looked down at the floor, fidgeting with his hands, the bruise almost entirely faded from his face.

“Please, son. What do you do for fun?”

“I play video games!” He protested.

“When was the last time you played one?”

He remained silent.

“When was the last time you didn’t patrol?”

Silence.

“You need to have fun, Danny. I know it’s scary to tell them such a big secret, I know. But please, will you try to talk to them? For me?”

Danny just continued messing with his hands, twisting and pulling anxiously. “How do I even start that conversation? ‘Hey guys sorry I lied but I’m a dead superhero and didn’t trust you enough to tell you’? If I get this wrong…”

Jack tactfully elected to ignore the ‘I’m dead’ part of that comment. “Danny, I can promise you without a doubt, even if you get this wrong, they won’t shout your secret identity from the rooftops, okay? But you can’t just live life doing nothing but homework and saving people.”

“I…I’ll consider it, okay?” Danny finally yielded, still looking at the ground, worry in his tone.

“That’s all I ask, Danno. You deserve to not be alone.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

“I love you, son.” Jack said, ruffling Danny’s black hair with a grin. The action finally pulled a partial smile to Danny’s face as he whacked at Jack’s hands.

Danny’s hair felt so different as Fenton than as Phantom, much more like human hair but still just a little… off. Most of his son felt a little off, now. Jack wondered if Vlad was just as off as Danny was. Jack still hadn’t mentioned to Danny that he’d accidentally outed Vlad as well, still hadn’t confronted his long time friend. Jack would be lying if he said Vlad wasn’t a major reason he was trying to encourage Danny back to his friends. Vlad had suffered for two decades by himself and Jack would not let Danny be lonely like that.

As they separated and Danny headed back to bed - it was one in the morning after all - Jack sighed again as he went upstairs. He hoped Danny would talk to his friends. As much as he was thrilled he could help Danny now, there were things he couldn’t do, and providing an adequate social life was among those things. He needed friends his age, he needed to spend time doing fun things. Things other than patrolling for ghosts and getting stabbed and blown up and…

Jack collapsed to the bed, holding his head in his hands. They had just over two weeks until Maddie returned from the conference and Jack was ashamed to admit he was worried. He loved his wife and had the utmost faith in her… but he also knew how adamantly she pursued ghosts. How she pursued Phantom specifically.

Would she accept Danny? Would she only pretend to? Would Danny end up back on a steel table, under his mother’s scalpel this time? Would she even pretend, if she didn’t accept him, or would she go straight to shooting?

As much as he loved Maddie, he loved his children more. What would they do if she didn’t accept him, didn’t accept that ghosts were so much more than they thought?

Sleep fought him and when he did finally find rest, his wife was the center of his nightmares.

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Tucker quietly picked up his backpack, giving Sam a friendly wave and smile as they split off, headed towards their first classes of the day. He slid into his seat, pulling out a notebook and pen from his backpack as the bell rang.

It was several minutes later when the door opened again and Danny slipped into the room.

“Again, Mr. Fenton?” Mr. Falluca said.

“I have a note from my dad.” Danny said, holding up the crumpled paper.

“Bring it to me.” The teacher said, sighing in irritation. Danny had been running late all year - a trend he’d started at the beginning of the previous school year. Tucker didn’t know why, Danny had never told him or Sam what his deal was, why he disappeared and blew them off constantly. The notes were new, though.

“How often does your family have car troubles?” Mr. Falluca asked, handing the note back to Danny. “This is the third time this week.”

Danny shrugged. “Have you seen the modified RV my family drives?”

Tucker had to bury a snicker, because, yes, he was fully acquainted with the Fenton Family Ghost Assault Vehicle, even before the ghosts had come. As wild as the thing was, he did still have fond memories of going camping in it with Danny and his family, back when life was normal and ghosts were something his best friend’s crazy parents looked for.

Tucker watched as Danny settled into his seat, near the door.

But those memories were from before his best friend had lied to him and cut him off.

Tucker knew Danny had lied last year when he pushed Tucker and Sam away, after months of being inconsistent and lying. Tucker wasn’t oblivious, he saw the longing way Danny looked at the two of them when he thought they couldn’t see him. And, honestly, Tucker missed him too. He knew Sam did as well. The three of them… well, it needed to be the three of them. Danny was a glue that held his and Sam’s opposite personalities together and smoothed their rough edges. It was still just him and Sam, but they didn’t hang out like the three of them used to.

There was a hollow ache in his chest when he thought about Danny, sometimes. It felt like grief, but that couldn’t be right. Danny was still alive, even if he wasn’t as close to Tucker anymore and it wasn’t like he was in love with Danny. So why did his heart hurt if he thought of Danny for too long?

Tucker made himself focus on class, even as he felt Danny’s eyes boring into his back. It had been over a year now, and Danny’s presence still hurt.

He was thoroughly surprised, then, when Danny stopped him as soon as Tucker left the room at the end of class.

“Uh, hey, Tuck.” Danny said, rubbing at the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Hey, Danny. What’s up?” Tucker said, though it did hurt a little bit that Danny felt awkward around him, awkward enough for his nervous habits to kick in.

“Uh. Um. I… can we meet up after school? The three of us?”

“You wanting to talk to us again?” Tucker asked, more anger in his voice than he meant.

Danny flinched and looked down, shuffling his shoes. “I owe you guys an explanation.”

“Yeah. You do.” Sam said, joining the conversation, probably having come for him when he wasn’t at his locker.

Danny took a step back away from them, still not looking at them. “After school, the park down the street? I… I can explain.” The next bit was spoken so softly Tucker barely heard it. “And hope you don’t hate me at the end of it.”

“Fine. Maybe you’ll actually show up.” Sam said, grabbing Tucker and pulling him away, leaving Danny alone in the hallway.

“Do you think he’ll actually be there?” Tucker asked, letting Sam drag him.

“I’d have more faith that the next time the Box Ghost shows up, he has suddenly stopped shouting ‘beware,’” Sam answered, though she released her grip on his arm as they turned the corner and Danny fell out of sight.

“I hope he shows up.” Tucker said, sighing. He missed Danny so much.

“So do I.” Sam whispered, a meaningful glance passing between the two of them. She missed him, too. She missed what their lives used to be. They were outcasts, yes, but they’d had each other, at least. The three of them against the world.

The day passed far too slowly for Tucker’s liking. He couldn’t help but think about the last thing Danny had said. What could he possibly have to tell them that he would worry they’d hate him for it? Had he done something bad? Was that what had happened, Danny had done something, like, illegal or whatever, and that was why he’d pulled away?

Possibilities and theories swirled in Tucker’s head all day, even as he slid next to Sam at lunch. He wasn’t entirely sure where Danny went during lunch, but Tucker almost never saw him in the cafeteria anymore. Then again, even Tucker had noticed how afraid Danny was of ghosts, and they seemed to attack pretty often during lunch, for some inexplicable reason. Danny had probably just started preemptively hiding during lunch.

“You been having trouble paying attention in class today?” Sam asked as he settled beside her.

“You too, huh?” Tucker asked jokingly as he shoveled food into his mouth. He had no idea what, exactly, was in the Lunch Special Surprise, even with his super scent ability when it came to meat. There definitely was meat in the dish, Tucker just didn’t know what animal it was.

Sam poked forlornly at her food. “I want to believe him. I want him to show up.”

Tucker sobered slightly at the wistful desperation in her voice. “I do too. Did you hear what he said, at the end?”

“What do you mean? About meeting us at the park?”

“He kinda muttered it as we were leaving. Something about hoping we wouldn’t hate him once we knew?”

Sam frowned, stabbing far too violently at the leaves(?) on her plate. “Hate him?”

“Yeah. It hasn’t exactly helped the whole ‘paying attention in class’ thing, to be sure.” Tucker said, trying to inflect humor into his voice to lighten the mood. He knew he failed. The conversation hurt him too much to not show, after all.

“We���d never hate him. Surely he knows that. We’ve been friends forever!” Sam said, throwing her hands up in agitation, the singular leaf stuck on her fork sent flying as she did so.

“We did let him end the friendship pretty easily.” Tucker admitted, frowning at the memory from a few weeks after Christmas break their freshman year, over a year ago.

“Look, guys, can we talk?” Danny asked, refusing to look either of them in the eyes as he stood beside them at lunch, not taking a seat at their normal table.

“If it’s another excuse, I don’t want to hear it!” Sam snapped. “You blew us off. Again!”

“No, no more excuses.” Danny said, scowling. “Just the truth.”

Tucker’s heart skipped a beat, hope a growing warmth in his veins. Could he finally get his best friend back?

“Then hurry up and talk.” Sam said.

Danny continued to stare at a random spot on the table, not looking directly at either of them. There was steeliness, regret, sadness, pain all swirling in his eyes, and Tucker suddenly felt like he was about to fall from a cliff’s edge. This couldn’t be good.

“The truth is I just can’t keep pretending like this, that I want to be your friend,” Danny began and each word was a piercing wound to Tucker’s chest. “I’m tired of coming up with excuses when I just don’t want to be around you.” He shrugged.

“What?” Sam asked, all the anger gone from her voice and thinly veiled pain all that was left.

“Come on, it’s not that surprising, is it? If I wanted to hang out with you, I would.” Danny continued, rolling his eyes, though he held his shoulders taut.

Tucker and Sam shared a look, tears beginning to form in her purple eyes before hard determination filled them instead.

“Fine.” Sam said. “Leave.”

Danny finally looked at both of them, hurt and sadness etched into every line of his face, though he quickly schooled it away. “Good. Glad you didn’t make this harder than it needed to be.” He said, turning and walking away as soon as he was done speaking.

Sam’s face crumpled in pain.

“Did… did that really just happen?” Tucker croaked out, his throat suddenly feeling like sandpaper.

“I think… I think it did…” Sam answered, hiccuping slightly as she tried to hide a sob.

Tucker hadn’t even bothered to hide the tears slipping down his face from behind his glasses.

The memory brought a familiar surge of pain to Tucker’s chest.

“He wanted to end it! Did he expect us to fight for it?” Sam asked, though the anger in her voice was laughably fake.

“Maybe we should have.” Tucker said with a sigh.

Sam didn’t say anything, instead just pushing around the green stuff (which Tucker refused to acknowledge as food) on her tray.

Silence floated between the two for several minutes. Not uncomfortable, but still a deep silence as each mulled their own thoughts.

“I’m not letting him go that easily this time.” Tucker decided, hands clenching into fists. “I’m not losing him again.”

“Agreed.” Sam said, looking up at Tucker with a small, determined smile. “He’s our friend, and we will drag him kicking and screaming back into our lives if we have to.”

Tucker nodded and they allowed the conversation back to easier topics - like the classes neither had paid attention to today and how much that was going to bite them in the ass come test time.

[siphoklansan]

300 Followers Milestone Celebration🎉

Introducing…

꧁𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐤𝗼𝐫𝐧𝗺𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚꧂

อนันต์ อัฏฐกรเมธา

“A young man from a fallen kingdom, his name strikes fear into many hearts.”

Height : 186 cm.

Birthday : October 8th

Age: 18

Homeland : East of Scalding Sands

Best Subject : Astrology

Club: Magical Shift club

Talents: Knowledgeable in astrology and fortune telling, Skilled with archery

Hobby: Crochet, Weaving silk

Likes: Animals, chrysanthemum tea, supernaturals

Dislikes: Misunderstandings

Favorite Food: Street Food

Least Favorite food: pomegranates

꧁𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 & 𝐀𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬꧂

"𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞" The ability to reverse a person’s (or multiple) movements and objects’ movement/form. The length of how far back he can reverse is unknown, but he usually only goes back to 10 seconds. The longer he reverses, the more stamina it takes.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐧 : Warriors are adorned with talisman (tattoos) , giving wearers resistance to black magic and blot. And also some resistance to normal physical damage (ex. a normal blade, a bullet)

𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 : Anan is from a blood line directly from The King of Yakshas. He has an enormous amount of mana, making him a very powerful mage both in magical and physical terms.

꧁𝐅𝐮𝐧 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐀𝐛𝗼𝐮𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐧꧂

His last name : “Atthakornmetha” means a philosopher with skills as if they posses eight arms. Strange, right?

Anan is inspired by a character from a literature called Ramakien (รามเกียรต์). It is a Thai version of Ramayana (just in case this rings a bell to anyone). The character Anan is inspired by is….*drumroll please!* Thotsakan! Bro is the antagonist of the story and has TWENTY ARMS AND TEN FACES…WHAT-

Thotsakan has the ability to remove his heart. He stores it in a box far away from him, so he’s technically immortal. But if he’s near the box, the heart returns to him so he’s not immortal anymore. I initially planned this to be Anan’s Unique Magic, but man, it’s too op like😭 Bro can rival Malleus and I don’t want to make a very OP character. Weaknesses are good!

Adding on to the previous paragraph, the information about Thotsakan’s ability will have something to do with his backstory…stay tuned >:-)

My best friend helped me design Anan. She’s amazing at art and very creative too!

My sister also helped me with some headcanons for him AND his unique magic!<3

I have a lot to work on with Anan, at first, his personality is similar to Malleus. It was difficult to put my finger on something unique for him.

Screaming crying throwing up on whether or not I should create a new dorm for my OCs or shove them into one of the seven dorms. Thing is I already designed a unique dorm uniform for them </3 so for now, Anan will be wearing an orange vest. I’ll edit this post later if I changed my mind!

꧁𝐀𝐛𝗼𝐮𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐧꧂

Anan really likes animals, especially small and cute ones like rabbits and hamsters. But animals occasionally run away from him. They’re scared of my boi :(

Anan is the type of friend to always look out for you. When you bend down near a table, his hand will cover the edge of the table so you don’t get hurt. Bro always saves a seat for you during lunch time. Bro remembers your birthday too.

He…has an RBF. He’s very friendly, but he just looks intimidating/angry all the time.

He’s also the type to carry a small pouch around with essential items inside. Your lips are chapped? Say no more, he got chu. Need some mints? Here you go, m’lord/lady. Your nails are dirty? Here’s a nail clipper-

Anan is not afraid to show affection. He will show you that he cares, public or private. He’s always there if you need something, and not in a suffocating way either. Despite his intimidating aura (and looks) if you manage (somehow) to relax and let your guard down, he doesn’t seem so intimidating anymore. And it’s quite relaxing.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 300+ FOLLOWERS💗 I’m so happy I get to share my art on tumblr, in a wonderful community and have people enjoying my silly little art! I’d love to interact with everybody so don’t be shy to ask some questions or barge into my askbox! Thank you again~

Lmk if you have any questions or headcanons about Anan, I’d love to hear them🫶

[skellymom]

"SLIDE"

The Bad Batch Fan Fic x Non Gendered Reader

(My first ever TBB Fan Fic posted 7/31/23. Unfortunately, I didn't realize at the time putting the MATURE label on the bottom of the post would make Tumblr hide it's presence)

Background: Force Sensitive learns to grow their Force powers. This timeline is several months after leaving Crosshair on Kamino, near the end of working for Cid. The Batch is trying to figure a hook to be independent and possibly start actively rebelling against the Empire. This is set well before Mt Tantiss. 

Warnings: Canon and non-canon violence, swearing, momentary and possibly gruesome death of main characters (no worries, they don’t stay dead forever), Crosshair is an angry psychopathic killer with a vengeance (no hate, I love his problematic ass), mild Hunter fluff, touchy concerned Tech, Echo swears (of course).

Word count:  2.1 K

You hadn’t expected to be separated from the rest of the Batch, however, Omega had other ideas “to help” on this mission. The Batch infiltrated this Imperial base for intel and possible chain codes to steal. You volunteered to run after and bring her back.  Spotted by Imperial stormtroopers in a corridor, you and Omega try to lose them, but they are hot on your tail. Omega hears the Batch’s voices down a hallway and runs to them. 

You and Omega skid to a halt at the edge of a missing bridge while the rest of the Batchers are on the other side.  The precipice between is a several hundred story drop within the Imperial base. The group of stormtroopers rocked up behind you, guns lowered.  Hunter, Tech, and Wrecker looked on impotently across the chasm, weapons trained on the stormtroopers.  The Batch are poised, holding fire, trying to avoid any possibility of you and Omega getting caught in any crossfire. 

Unfortunately, you had not finished training with your Master. Your Master did not survive Order 66. You were SO CLOSE to obtaining Jedi status.  Now it was up to YOU to save yourself and Omega.  Being captured was not an option at this point.  Although, allowing the Empire to take you and Omega might allow time for the Batch to retreat safely to fight later.  That carried serious risks.  You were very limited in options as far as your Force abilities.  Master had not given you a light saber, remarking that the Force had a different path for you. 

The lead stormtrooper immediately grabbed you as a human shield, just as Wrecker let loose a shot from his blaster.  He intended to shoot the stormtrooper but hit you in the chest.  You slipped out of the stormtroopers grasp and off the edge of the bridge. You met Omega’s eyes as she called your name, while being dragged away by the same trooper.  As your body went into free fall down the chasm, you could hear your Batchmates scream, curse, and start blasting away.  

As consciousness slips from your body, you close your eyes.  The sense of falling disappears, but you expected that by eventually reaching terminal velocity from this height.  You open your eyes and are standing on an outstretched infinite path within an ever-expanding universe.  Before you is a HUGE hulking creature with glowing eyes. 

“What’s happening?  Where am I?”  You are simultaneously shocked, afraid, and unsure if this is all a dream. 

The creature stares down, sizing you up. 

“ In The World Between Worlds.” 

“Am I dead???” 

“No. It is not yet your time.  You are here to finish your training.” 

“My friends need my help!  I need to get back to them!!!” 

“You will return to help them; it is part of your training.” 

“Who are you?” 

“That matters not.  Only your path is of importance.  You cannot progress until your training is finished.  The lives within your care hang in the balance.  You and your group are linked together in that realm.  Your failure will be their failure…until you succeed.  Then you will be released from this realm to continue your path.” 

It feels like the creature is staring into your soul, “The point of entry is behind you.” 

You turn around to see…a doorway?  A dark threshold surrounded by cryptic symbols, suspended among stars.  

“Are you ready?” 

“No! I…” 

“Begin!” 

Your vision becomes a blur as you leave that place and return to where you were standing before falling off the platform.  The vertigo messes with your senses, and it all feels like you had a momentary hallucination.  Now back in this moment, you quickly spring into action. 

You yell “NO WRECKER” immediately and Wrecker stops in his tracks.  Hunter is sensing something, but unsure what it is.  The Stormtrooper grabs you as a shield.  A second trooper grabs Omega and drags her away.  Omega starts using swears that only Echo could come up with as she is taken.  The Batch stand with blasters trained on the stormtroopers in defense but not wanting to hit you in the crossfire.  The trooper violently puts a foot in your ass and kicks you off the platform, then commences to start firing on the Batch.  You free fall down the chasm and… 

…pass The World Between Worlds for a split second, and then appear back onto the platform.   

You try again. 

Omega is led away swearing up a storm while the stormtrooper is holding onto you.  Hunter calls to you, and in that moment, you sense the concern and love in his heart.  You also sense a dark presence in the Force, look up to the platform above and see Crosshair with his Firepuncher trained on you.  He was watching this exchange the whole time, waiting for the opportunity to shoot.  In his jealousy and anger, he fires, hitting you dead center between the eyes.  The very last thing you see is Cross grinning as he hears Hunter lose his shit. 

The fabric of the connected realms brushes past you. 

Again. 

You yank the stormtrooper into Crosshairs blaster bolt as his body is hit, he stumbles into Omega and both fall off the platform to their impending deaths.  The stormtrooper behind him, seeing the target they were looking to take is now gone, opens fire on you.  You fall off the platform. 

Again. 

Before the trooper can grab you, you grab Omega and jump off the platform into the chasm.  With any luck, you can use the force to stop yourselves before hitting bottom.  Unfortunately, you and Omega’s fall velocity was too much for your Force abilities.   

Again. 

You grab Omega but try to save only her.  As you fall past hundreds of platforms, you try to yeet her onto one as you fall.  You are falling too fast, and your throw was severely off.  You hear a sickening thud as she hits something. 

Again. 

You attempt to Force jump, and only make it just short of the other side.  You yeet Omega across the chasm towards the Batch, Hunter jumps for her from the other side, and she slips from his grasp.  You hear them both scream above you as you fall.  Fortunately, Tech and Wrecker send out their grappling cables and catch both.  Blaster fire starts from the stormtroopers.  Tech is hit, falls off the platform, and takes Omega with him since she is attached to his cable.   

Again. 

You Force jump again, Hunter jumps but misses Omega.  Knowing Wrecker will catch Hunter with his grappling hook, you send out a Force block in front of Tech. He is shielded from blaster fire, but Wrecker is hit by several bolts.  He falls off the platform taking Hunter with him.  You hear Wrecker’s insanely terrified scream as you all fall.  Hunter sends out his grappling cable and it catches.  His fall is stopped, but Wrecker’s weight wrenches Hunters body horribly.  He screams out in agony as he feels muscles tear.  They are hanging and safe momentarily…or so it seems.  A shot is heard from Firepuncher and Hunters cable is severed.  Both Batchers scream as they fall. 

You try to hold onto the edges of the realm as you pass through, but it evades your grasp. 

Again. 

You grab the lead stormtroopers gun while he is still holding onto it and keep pushing his finger onto the trigger, you shoot him and several other imps.  You fire several shots towards Crosshair, preventing him from shooting at you.  However, one hotshot trooper in the back squeezes off and hits you right in the back fatally.  

Again.   

Same scenario, but you spin the trooper around and use him as a human shield and the hotshot misses you.  However, Crosshair blasts you at the base of your skull.  The last thing you see is Omega’s terrified expression as you fall onto the platform next to your teeth his shot loosened in the blast. 

AGAIN?

You are getting sick of playing this fucked up reset game already.  In your anger, you quickly grab the stormtrooper and throw his ass off the platform.  The Batch and Omega watch shocked at your anger.  The other stormtroopers are taken by surprise, as you advance on them and grab another.  Crosshair is attempting to aim, but you are moving too much. The hotshot trooper aims his weapon. You and the trooper in your grasp struggle violently. The hotshot cannot get a good clear shot.  Finally, he squeezes one off and misses you. However, he didn’t consider where Omega is standing, and she takes a direct hit. You hear your Batchmates scream in outrage. You scream in outrage. The hotshot screams in frustration, then double taps you and the trooper in your grasp in the head simultaneously. 

AGAIN??

You grab the stormtroopers gun while still in his hand and shoot yourself in the head.  You just want this exhausting mess to be over. 

AGAIN???

You fall onto the platform in a crumpled pile crying.  Stormtroopers AND Crosshair shoot you at the same time, resulting in a horrible, charred mess. 

AGAIN???

You scream bloody murder and obscenities at Crosshair.  He shoots you between the eyes. 

AGAIN! 

You jump off the edge of the platform screaming obscenities like a crazy person. 

Before reset, you see the expression on the creatures face.  He looks disappointed and replies, “You aren’t even trying.  Reach out beyond the boundaries of your realm” As you angrily try to spout off to him, you are thrown violently into the next reset. 

AGAIN!!!

Standing on the platform, you take a deep breath and survey the scene.  You mull over the creatures words.  Time seems to slow down: You sense the stormtroopers behind you, looking into each of eyes of the Batch; Hunter, Tech, Wrecker, up to Crosshair, finally resting on Omega.  You mouth, “Trust me” to her and she nods. 

Time suddenly slams into overdrive, and you instantly pivot to bearhug Omega.  The trooper misses your shoulder and grabs open air.  The shot from Crosshair’s Firepuncher, originally meant for you, hits the trooper right between the eyes and he falls off the platform.  You reach deep within the Force, grab the thin tether of this realm and open it wide.  You then realize you were only meant to grasp it at the start of your actions, not at the end.  You “push” through with the Force, taking Omega with you.  As you “slide” from one location to another, you pass the creature.  He nods as you pass from the world you left only a millisecond ago, through the timeless World Between Worlds. 

“Congratulations, Jedi!  Your training is complete.” 

You part the curtain to your world again, entering behind the Batch.  Hunter, before his eyes even register your disappearance on the opposite platform, senses a presence behind them.  His head whips around to see you and Omega are now out of harm’s way.  His jaw drops inside his helmet.  Tech, seeing Hunters reaction, immediately spins around, his eyes are visibly dumbfounded “What?  How?”  Wrecker calmly looks behind him, seeing you and Omega there safely, doesn’t question.  He barks, “MUAHAHAHA!  YEAH!!!” and opens fire on all the befuddled stormtroopers standing on the opposite platform.   

With Wreckers cover fire, Hunter grabs Omega and runs down the hallway while yelling, “Let’s go!”  Tech runs past and grabs your hand.  He’s usually not touchy feely, but somewhere deep in his logical brain he understands that whatever happened saved your and Omega’s life.  All the quick calculations he was running in his brain logically ended in you both dying.  Wrecker is happily hopped up on blaster fire and the relief you are both safe.  He follows running behind. 

Crosshair is left on his sniper’s roost.  He hasn’t EVER missed a target.  This was his first time. You were there one second and gone next to his surprise.  Stares down at all the dead troopers laying on the platform below, gnawing hard on his toothpick.  He’s angry…but intrigued.  Maybe instead of killing you outright next time, he can land a stunning blow.  The Empire might be VERY interested if he brought you in alive.  Cross sprints away down a shortcut. 

Your group reaches the end of the hallway and bursts out into the ship hangar bay.  A large battalion of stormtroopers meet you there, with guns aimed.  You all stop, out of breath, and possibly out of luck.  Echo swoops in with the Marauder hovering and laying down suppressive cannon fire.  Unfortunately, there are too many imps for him to dispatch while also landing successfully.  Hunter and Tech are furiously looking for a way out.   

You reach out with the Force and envelope Hunter, Tech, Wrecker, and Omega.  Before opening the fabric of this realm, you feel eyes on you.  Looking to a ledge several stories up, Crosshair meets your gaze.  You both stare intensely into each other.  Without even realizing it, you reach out and speak with the Force: 

“Why???” 

“Because…” Slight shock registering on Crosshair’s face “…I can.” 

“You’ll regret this someday…when you’re all alone.” 

“I already am.”  He’s angry and hurt.  There is nothing more you can say. 

You slide through, taking all the Batchers with you and suddenly appearing within the Marauder.   

Wrecker: “WHOA!” 

Tech: Speechless, wide eyed…and STILL holding your hand. 

Omega: Dizzy and winded. 

Hunter: Rips helmet off his head. His expression is wild eyed and looks like he saw some serious shit.  “What was that place? Who was that creature?” 

Echo:  Spins around in the pilot’s chair, eyes wide “WHAT THE FUCK!!!” 

You grin.  And watch the Batch trying to piece together their sudden location movement and glimpse of the creature between worlds. 

Giving the order to Echo you bark, “Let’s go, soldier!” 

He’s still sitting there with a shocked expression, then laser blasts pepper the ship, and he regains composure.  Echo flies the Marauder out of the Imperial facility, off the planet, scrambles the ships jump signature, and punches it into hyperspace. 

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[teecupangel]

Did tumblr eat my ask? Or is it just taking awhile? I’ll ask again just in case , and u can ignore it if it wasn’t. Time travel Des gets turned into an animal au, but this time he’s a slugcat from rain world, they’re cute, generally good at parkour, and can have different abilities (artificer can make explosives, spearmaster can make spears from its tail,etc.) so Des could have one of the canon abilities, or he could have a unique one. (Or one from a mod lol)

Noooo, your ask wasn’t eaten by Tumblr nor did I ignore it. I’m still answering asks and reblogs from July 26 (which has your ask as well and that was why I was able to answer this now) TTATT

I’m sorry for the delay. TTATT

Anyway, on to the ask.

For those unfamiliar, the Slugcats are the playable characters in the game Rain World.

And look at how adorable they are:

Honestly, I was debating on just keeping him purely Survivor because Survivor is white.

But let’s shake it up a bit.

Desmond’s slugcat ‘type’ changes depending on various conditions:

He’s primarily the white Survivor (base stats) when he’s alone or doing his own thing. This is how his ancestors first saw Desmond and how he’s usually described later in history as a symbol of the Brotherhood.

He turns gold (yeah, not yellow) as the Monk when he’s safe with one of his ancestors, usually curled around the neck and hidden by both the hood and the robes itself. He’s quite warm in this state and tends to purr a lot. He tends to not be that combat-oriented in this state.

He turns red as the Hunter when he’s… well… hunting mostly. Looking for and stalking preys would usually turn him red. Ratonhnhaké:ton is the ancestor who sees this a lot.

He turns into the plump Gourmand when he has eaten quite a lot. This happens a lot with the Auditores because they just love to feed him. He’s slower but he can use his larger body to slam against things and other people. More often than not, he just rolls into a ball and tries for strikes.

Artificer (magenta?) and Spearmaster (purple) are the states that usually appears before Altaïr.

Spearmaster appears when Altaïr has no more throwing knives and he would use the spear that appears on Desmond’s tail instead. Because of this Altaïr actually changed to Desmond’s spears instead (since they’re about the same size of his throwing knife) and Desmond usually helps and flicking his tail turns the spear into a projectile weapon whenever they’re forced into open combat.

Artificer first appeared when Altaïr started working on the hidden gun and his explosive capabilities are usually used for control demolitions. Artificer is more or less just studied when he was with Altaïr. It’s Ezio who turns Desmond into a walking timebomb of distraction and demolition. The requirement to making Desmond an artificer seems to be that he had to smell gunpowder. He turns into an Artificer once he sneezes.

Rivulet (water) is the easiest state to change to. Get Desmond wet and he’d turn into a Rivulet. As long as he’s wet, he’ll stay a Rivulet but… once he’s dry, he’ll return to being a Survivor unless there’s another state requirement being fulfilled (like being wrapped in a warm blanket to dry off while in his ancestor’s arms would turn him into a Monk instead).

Saint’s (green) requirement is a bit of a mystery though but the most possible explanation is that Desmond turns into a saint when he needs to freerun and thinks he needs to use the Saint’s long tongue to grapple and swing from ceilings, walls, tree branches, etc. Saint’s the most frail of his states and Desmond tries to change his states as soon as possible whenever he turns green.

… I feel like whenever one of his ancestors die, Desmond gets a slugpup (maybe it just… splits from him? Or it slithers out of the ancestor’s body?) and follows Desmond around. The slugpup doesn’t shift states but usually tries to help Desmond whenever it can. Desmond’s pretty sure they’re reincarnated slugpup of his ancestors… or maybe he just wants to believe that. Slugpups are very affectionate towards Desmond and Desmond treats them more like his kids than minions.

Desmond names his Slugpups on the ancestor they ‘come from’. Slugpup!Altaïr has the Dominance trait which means he will pick up things he thinks he can use and use them. This is usually not weapon and more like utility items like smoke bombs and even just food he would give to Desmond once he starts to feel sluggish. He also likes to stay with the other slugpups and Desmond isn’t sure if he’s acting as their leader or their big brother… maybe both? Slugpup!Ezio is more on the Energy side and he tends to grab shiny things that are usually expensive af. Slugpup!Ratonhnhaké:ton is an Aggression type and prefers to have a weapon. Mostly, he would have a spear or one of the Assassins’ throwing knives.

[martyrmystik]

I think Tumblr needs to know about my dumbass Poppy Playtime AU I literally JUST made today so uhm... Here's the AU I've been hyperfixating on-

More information under the cut!

This is the first half of the Smiling Critters references (I loved making their designs omg)

Basically to summarize why they are a significant part in this AU:

This is an AU where the Smiling Critters survive, using anything and everything they can to continue to do so. It's a small resistance group (hence the AU name, "RESISTANCE") trying to fight against The Prototype! They still have their dynamics and everything else but they have more freedom to express themselves (hence, the clothes and accessories. And how Kickin' Chicken is wearing two bandana's because yes, he is extra.) AFTER the events of The Hour of Joy. By that time they were like what? 1st-2nd graders considering the experiments that were done? Now they are more like teenagers in this AU since I still follow the plot-line of the actual Poppy Playtime story taking place 10 years later-.

As for how the group works, everybody has their own little role and is in charge of something, they aren't made useless as it is a group based off of teamwork and friendship (despite the casualties.) Here's some of the roles they fall into:

(IF I SEE ANYBODY SEXUALIZE THESE CHARACTERS ISTG. THATS ICKY AND GROSS and I will make sure you get smited by lightning, because even if these guys are aged up THEY ARE STILL MINORS!!!)

Kickin Chicken: The vice president if you will, the leaders right hand man. (Because Dogday is the leader.) He's kind of full of himself but the confidence and pep talks help the team keep motivated, even if he is a bit self-centered

Bobby Bearhug: Assistant to Kickin Chicken (although they have a rivalry.) and also the medic. Is also the one who helps Dogday with anything considering in this AU he still has half of him torn off. (More on Dogday in his own section sometime later)

Hoppy Hopscotch: Basically explores the facility in any area at any time to gather new information on ways to try and get out (all of them are actively looking to escape btw!)

Craftycorn: Maps out stuff (maps, plans, other things) using her drawing abilities, although she also acts as the therapist friend because her art is soothing to others.

Bubba Bubbaphant: THE LITERAL. EMBODIMENT. OF. THE NERD EMOJI. He is a actual know-it-all which can come in handy but that makes him seem like a dick sometimes because of his knowledge.

Picky Piggy: I don't really have anything important to add to her, since I want to keep some of her lore a secret [might be revealed through the ask page I just set up for the AU on my page] HOWEVER she is the chef of the group and is literally the only one that can cook, if anybody else tried they'd all get food poisoning LMAO.

Here's some extra things in this AU that won't go in my other posts about this AU (maybe):

(So take notes if you want.)

- Catnap is redeemed, but it takes a VERY long time for him to get out of "old habits" as I'm going to word it. (Without spoiling too much of what I have planned.)

- I don't know what to plan for The Prototype yet but I'm talking with a couple of my mutuals on discord so maybe I'll figure it out eventually

- Dogday can normally stand and do other things because of the belts he has, however he can't put them on for too long (for like at max, more than 4 hours a day.) because they will wear into the plush, and he needs to put the belts on tight or they will come loose. He only uses such method when the group goes to hunt for food or similar activities, otherwise, he just uses a wheelchair when in the groups safe environment (the Playhouse!)

- This is going to be a shock to some people, but there is NO player character in this AU, not only is this a what if the Smiling Critters survived, but it's also a what if the player character never returned to Playtime Co.! This does come with some issues, like on how the asks are going to work, but trust me, I got everything taken care of when it comes to that!

- There also isn't really any shipping in this AU at all, I'm focusing on the story/friendship dynamics more than that, so if somehow you were looking for Dogday X Catnap this is, unfortunately not the place for that.

- This AU also has the personal interpretation of Dogday being part of the experiments some of the orphanage kids faced, as I don't really vibe with the idea that Dogday might be a Playtime Co. worker??? I don't know, I'm sticking with my idea for now but I will be keeping a close eye on canon if anything confirms or denies it, and I may adjust the AU accordingly if that's the case.

- Future posts may or may not contain other Poppy Playtime characters but the main focus is the Smiling Critters and The Prototype.

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References of Dogday and Catnap are already done but I may wait a bit on Tumblr to see how well this AU is being received :)

(I spent 6 hours on all references in total 😭😭😭)

[littlesislovesyou]

Ah but I love sexually torturing and edging you...<333 It's fun and I love your reactions and you becoming as primal as I do when you tease me in return...I am sorry not sorry that I teased you before work but you did the same to me! I'm simply...returning the favor~ But I can always use that rag on you before work so you don't have to clock in~? But that'll cause issues like a missing poster (which would be hot) so I guess I'll just fuck a load into your tight ass while I finger fuck your desperate cunt until you cum for me after kidnapping and taking you to an alleyway...and then let you go to work with my cum plugged up and kept inside of you. While I continue to stalk and tease you from the shadows until you finally clock out 🤭🔪

And you'd be a good girl for laying unconscious and tight for me to use and roughly breed you while moaning out loud how tight and good your holes feel as you can't even resist...so fucking hot~ I need to cum inside of you and all over your unconscious face...give you a pretty facial and take pictures and record me using your holes for my pleasure.

Atta girl...I've wanted nothing more than to make your pretty brain leak out through your pussy baby...such a good girl for me, hm? Keep blaming me though when I do these things to you...when you reassure me I'm not making you uncomfortable...it's kinda hot when you do that 🖤🤫😈

Awww but I know that made you ruin your panties, sis...and I can always find out right now whether you like it or not. Struggle if you want...it makes your big brother harder and more eager to find out and making you cum on my fingers and mouth before raping my not so innocent little sister again...I'll corrupt you and make you just as bad as you made me unable to resist you as payback always~ <3333

Omg I've...never been given the ability to control someone's toy before? If you did I'd LOVE to try it and tease you with it alongside my asks...another weapon, like a knife or a gun to wield to make you a horny, insatiable slut for me~

You naughty minx...💕🥵👀

Mhm...we're both disgusting and keep making each other worse and more fucked up in a hot way for both of us and I couldn't ask for anything better and wouldn't want it any other way either~ I'm glad you love it too and I missed you just as much my pretty mutual~ 💗

Awww that's so sweet 😭 😮😌 I'm only in and out all day because I've got stuff to do and can't brainrot on Tumblr often lol but it makes me happy you stay on to see me... >< I'm here when I can be and of course wanting to see you has motivated me to check at least once during the day and guaranteed at night so we could talk some more 🖤💜🫂

But I'd understand if you weren't here as much. Take your time for yourself. I guess I'll have to dm you sooner rather than later so we can check Tumblr for each other when we both have the time then lol

But please have a great night and sleep well and have the lewdest, happiest dreams~ And sorry not sorry if this makes you a horny mess in the morning lmaoooo to get ahead of future me. Would you tell me what panties you're gonna wear tomorrow to work if that's okay? 😇

I'll miss you...

Forever mine~ ; 3

Ahhh good morning!! 🥺💗 I hope you have a lovely day my beautiful mutual<3 I’m sorry we didn’t get to talk much last night! I have a shorter day today thankfully<3 so hopefully whenever you’re on tonight I’ll be able to stay up and talk with you! 🥺💗

And ahh I just can’t help it! I might say stop or no please but I secretly love it;’) especially when you don’t listen<3333 and ah yes, simply just returning the favor hm?💗

God do you know how embarrassed I would be if you stuffed me full, plugged me up and sent me to work with your cum in me<333 maybe after I get off you immediately find me again, taking me into another alley~ removing the plug and watching your cum leak out of me, all the while telling me how much of just a little slut I am for keeping a strangers cum inside of me allll day 💗💗💗😳

Ugh you seriously do things to me, so many things🖤🖤 I hope you know I’m just as crazy for you, I’ll definitely answer that ask as soon as I can bc it literally just made my heart melt ugh, the whole thing and I just wanna give it ( and also you ) the proper attention it deserves 🥺💗

And honestly I know you’re nervous so really just don’t do it until you’re absolutely sure you want to message<3 and honestly it wouldn’t be any different;’) I’m still going to tease you just as much as you tease me<3 💗💗 plus I want to show you concepts I’m working on currently;0 I want your opinion<333 💗

Ahh 💗🫣 I bet I would look so pretty with your cum covering my face, maybe you end up making me watch the video you took, the next day ☺️ making me watch how you used my unconscious slutty holes, making them yours<3 you’d reach over and put a hand inside my panties, seeing how wet I would get from watching it even though I may be crying☺️💗💗💗 I just can’t help but get wet from it

Agh I absolutely love everything you send to me;’) I’m glad the reassurance pushes you to feel more comfortable💗☺️ and I’m glad it’s a turn on;’) me just giving you the reassurance to be such a perv~ to tell me such messed up things you want to do to me 🥺 ugh and the fact I get wet from all the depraved stuff💗💗💗💗 ugh I love it so much<3 I hope you know I look forward to talking to you<3

Also it’s okay if you’re not on a lot either! I understand everyone gets busy 🥺💗 I just meant your notifications are all I have been looking for lately<3 you seemed to have distracted me;’)

Ahh I’m gonna end up being late for work heheh but I just wanted to reply to at least one and tell you I miss you my pretty mutual! And I hope you have a wonderful day<333 💗💗

[retellingthehobbit]

I went to read your comic on Ao3 and I noticed you'd started back in 2020. Aside from your clear and beautiful art progression, what can you tell me about the timeline of your comic?

Thank you! And yes, started this webcomic in January of 2020. “I sure hope nothing bad happens in 2020 that will hamper my ability to focus on a large personal project!” — me in January 2020 with all the naivety of youth. Top ten images taken minutes before disaster. This comic is like a deeply personal diary of my mental state, complete with the long empty hiatuses that are sort of like that part of Twilight where months of depression are represented by blank pages.

One of my favorite things about webcomics is how you can often see an artist’s style grow organically over time. I think it’s something that’s getting lost in the age of “Webtoon Originals,” where people are starting to expect webcomics to be produced by an actual production studio with a team of artists behind them and to maintain a consistent highly curated art style throughout. These professionally funded comics are fun, but they do lose the messy personal organic growth that used to separate webcomics from traditional print comics? But i could go on a whole tirade about webtoon haha 😂 !

The Hobbit is partially a story about someone learning how to express themselves. Bilbo starts the story as this stuffy little guy who is repressing a lot his own personality; he ends the story as a skilled artist writing elaborate prosy poetry about his adventures. I deliberately chose to start drawing the comic before I went to college, knowing my art style would change a lot of over that period!

Anyway here's the timeline as I remember it: Pre-development: I was working on sketches of the comic itself as early as 2016. Chapter 1 (A Bedtime Story/Tooks and Bagginses): (Posted on Tumblr in January 2020, on Ao3 later): Published shortly before I went to college. I was drawing in Paint Tool Sai, and hand-writing all the words instead of using a font. I set out to adapt at least the Unexpected Party chapter, but thought I'd probably adapt the entire novel within a year or two. ("It's a webcomic Michael. How long could it take? twelve months?") Chapter 2: (A Very Respectable Hobbit): Posted like a week after Chapter 1. This was when I still thought I could post a ten page chapter every week, haahahahahahahahahaha Fs in the chat.

HIATUS #1: DANCE BREAK: TIME FOR A GLOBAL PANDEMIC. The exact timeline of 2020 is a blur for obvious reasons, but I do remember the updates became very sporadic over this period. Chapter 3-5 (Very Old Friends and An Unexpected Party chapters): there’s a global pandemic. During Spring Break my college abruptly kicks us all off campus and sends us home. I keep looking at the “post dates” on these chapters like what??? Really? I posted that at thAt time? But there was a global pandemic happening and I was so busy and overwhelmed with college???? When did I have the time? I have no memory of drawing these. My memories of all 2020 are so blurry. I think these chapters just manifested spontaneously.

The weekly/biweekly update schedule has been tossed to the wind, never to return. Alas. Chapter 6 (An Enormously Important Dwarf, aka Thorin’s intro): I was back “at college” during our “hybrid” year, so in practice I was extremely isolated. this was posted during a year after the first chapter, in 2021. I would never have found the motivation to continue if I wasn't so excited to draw Thorin! I also joined a "comic club" at my college which was comprised mainly of awkward video calls with like three people. On a weirder note, this chapter was posted a few weeks after the January 6th attempted coup. I was drawing in a a weird headspace.

DANCE BREAK #2: IT’S TIME FOR A YEAR LONG HIATUS:

I've started to often dislike the word “burnout” when it’s applied to art. It implies that the problem is that you were drawing too much or that you can’t find inspiration, when often the problem is much bigger than your art-- it's wider economic anxieties and social circumstances outside your control. It is very hard to think clearly and create things when you are worried about your future, about work, about housing, about a global pandemic, about constant demands on your time, and about being extremely isolated. In hindsight, I wasn’t “burned out”— I was in a situation where I could not think clearly or produce anything. Chapter 7 (The Lonely Mountain): posted a full year after chapter 6. For a while I considered having this be the “last chapter” of the comic!

Changing art styles was a thing I was really motivated to do, and was my last “bucket list” item for the comic.

HIATUS #3: I get really busy with junior year of college! I grow more and more disillusioned with Tolkien as I learn more about The Hobbit Law crushing labor unions and worker's rights in New Zealand, and how Amazon takes advantage of that. The Tolkien Estate also releases a statement saying they disapprove of any unauthorized use of Tolkien's works for profit or not, which isn't really legally enforceable but is also just an act of pure contempt XD. Chapter 8 (A Tangled Web): I get sent to the emergency room in an ambulance for Reasons and begin drawing this in the weeks after, as I realize I don't care about the Tolkien Estate or Amazon or Warner Brothers or whatever hollow marketable products they produce under the tolkien brand. I think this is the weakest chapter of the comic, both in writing and art, and in hindisght think the comic works better without it pacing-wise. However!!!! I was drawing it in a weird mental state, so. XD

Also, at this point I am drawing entirely in Photoshop. Chapter 9 (Ash and Smoke): Back at college for senior year— time for dragon! The comic starts updating with something that resembles a "regular schedule!" this year had more and more people on campus in person, and I started to slowly make college friends :). Also, at this point I am the President of the comic club, and we are now meeting in person and rebuilding our comic empire. Chapter 10 (The Heart of the Mountain): Some funky bits of writing I'd like to revise at some point, but I enjoy the art in this chapter. Chapter 11 (Polite Nothings): If I were to do this all again I'd shorten this chapter and combine it with chapter 12. One important note is that originally, I tried to keep all chapters under ten pages. This made it easier to post them to Instagram and Tumblr, because tumblr still had a “ten image limit” at the time. However at some point I realized that was more trouble than it was worth, and really made the pacing difficult/slow as I struggled to split the story into ten page chunks.

A lot of webcomics often fall into what I call a “wheel-spinning” phase, where the author is so focused on finishing smaller updates that they lose the pacing of the larger narrative—- and so the story stalls out. I feel like I dealt with a lot of “wheel-spinning” while I was at college, both in my life and in my comic XD. Chapter 12 (The Quest): My internship company gives me an offer to work full-time, which I accept. in the last semester of my last year of college, I take the most helpful elective class I have ever taken: a class on using 3D models in blender to aid with blocking out illustrations. This is the first chapter where you see one of those backgrounds! From this point on my background art will improve dramatically. I also have lots of internet friends and college friends!

As I grow more confident in my art I also make the decision to change the character designs, something I’d wanted to do for a while. Chapter 13 (The Necromancer): I graduate college! It's time for some Lotte Reiniger art. I stay in my student housing until my lease ends. The art starts to grow more elaborate as I have more time to spend on it. Chapter 14 (Terms and Conditions): my summer is free, so I spend it drawing gay little hobbits. I move up North to live with my grandmother until my work start date. This is the very last “normal-sized” chapter of the comic, where I hold myself to keeping it under 10 pages. I also think this is where my new more elaborate character designs actually start to look a lot better XD.

I was finishing up apartment-hunting at this time, so both Bilbo and I were goin over contract terms. Chapter 15 (Unattached): summer free time!! More gay little hobbits. I move into my New apartment and sleep on an air mattress for a while. I have a lot of time to draw and the art gets far more complex; this chapter was also twice as long as my usual chapters. I am still proud of this chapter, honestly, even though it's gotten less attention than Chapter 16/17-- it's one I'd been excited to draw for a while. A lot of this chapter was drawn on my beautiful powerful beloved air mattress. Air mattress, my beloved. Chapter 16 (the Song of the Lonely Mountain): I start my new job! I get a BED. Lots of exciting things are happening. I was really excited to draw and post this chapter, because it’s one id been dreaming about drawing from the beginning-- it was surreal to see it "posted" because part of me never thought I'd get this far. I even started a tiktok and posted the chapter there, certain that people would enjoy it. However, tiktok basically ignored it, alas! This is why tumblr is the only social media site. Chapter 17: I continue my new job. My roommate surprises me with the news that they will move out at the end of our lease, making me realize that months have somehow passed. I make a post asking for anyone looking for roommates in Milwaukee to contact me via dms (that offer is still open, if you’re looking to move here in early June.) I privately am very confused about why anyone would ever want to leave a comfortable settled home to go off on an adventure and then realize that I am behaving exactly like pre-quest Bilbo Baggins.

Chapter 18: the chapter I am working on now!!! Another chapter I have been excited to draw forever!! It’ll feature studio-Ghibli-inspired backgrounds, exciting landscape art, and so much fun! I’ve also started a Patreon where, if you want to see “one page a week” instead of “twenty pages every Mystery number of Months” you can subscribe there. (The first page of Chapter 18 has already been posted!)

But yeah! The TL:DR:

I think the moral of all this (to me) is that it’s hard to make art if you’re just not in a position to do it, and you have to allow yourself time to grow and change as a person XD. Sometimes you need to spend a few years thinking and getting better before you're ready to go on an Adventure. I started this comic when I was very Young and Naive to the Ways of the World. The quality (and dips in quality) reflect my wildly fluctuating mental/emotional states while trying to draw each chapter in the midst of a global pandemic. My art has improved a lot lately, and I think a large part of it is really just being in a situation where I *can* improve— having a decent job, not being in the middle of a global pandemic with no vaccine in sight, not needing to live in constant fever-pitch anxiety, having friends, etc etc. I am completely different person now than I was while drawing chapter 1.

Not to be dramatic, but I think you can see there’s a lot more joy in the recent chapters than there is in some of the older ones. It's weird to look at your art and realize you've gotten happier. XD

[just-here-with-my-thoughts]

The Bad Batch Fanfic Round-Up

Long Fics & Series

Test Subject / System Upgrade AO3 (Complete, ~35k words) Echo's ordeal doesn't end when he is rescued from Skako Minor. The clones are Kaminoan property; they want to know how his altered body works, and upgrade the Techno Union hardware that keeps his body functioning. After that, he has to integrate with his new squad.

Pieces Of The People We Love AO3 (~28k words, In Progress) Seeking to improve their most valuable export, the Kaminoans develop a new breed of enhanced clone. CT-9904 'Crosshair' grows up alongside his batch-mates.

Welcome To The Outpost Tumblr | AO3 (Complete, ~32k words) Clone Commander Mayday is given the unenviable task of managing a storage outpost on the remote, inhospitable planet Barton IV. Adversity takes its toll on his squad, but will things change when an elite Imperial sniper arrives with the relief transport destined to relieve them of their long patrol? Tales of the Outpost includes additional short stories about Mayday's squad Distinguished | Under The Same Sky

Savage Hunter AO3 (~7.5k words, In Progress) Enhancing Hunter's senses came with the side effect of heightening his feral instincts. When his family is threatened, he cannot always control it. Rope Burns / Adrenaline Crash | Adrenaline Crash 5+1

Beach Days & Hair Braiding AO3 (~36k words, In Progress) Tantiss is destroyed, and Hunter and Omega have settled on Pabu. The Empire is still out there though, and Crosshair fights alongside Echo in Rex's Resistance to keep his family safe. Despite it all, they find time to explore the tentative new depths of their feelings for each other. Beach Days & Hair Braiding | All The Time In The World | Fairground Date | R U Mine?

Short Stories

The Bad Batch Short Story Collection Tumblr | AO3 (33 stories, most under ~2k words) Assorted short stories written for various writing prompt events. Check here for Cadet stories, birthday cake, whump, brotherly feels, obligatory nerf nugget transport fic, Tech/Phee, water gun fights, settling down on Pabu, Omega gets a girlfriend, ugly haircuts, how Wrecker got Lula, Outpost Boys at the beach, Domino Twins on Pabu and more.

This is the last time I abandon you Tumblr | AO3 (~11k words) AU in which Mayday survives, and later returns to the Barton IV outpost with the remaining members of the Batch

A Fair Price To Pay Tumblr | AO3 (~12k words) Crosshair is determined to get Omega out of Tantiss, even if their freedom comes at a price. Along the way, Omega saves him too.

Ink AO3 (1099 words for CT-9901) Despite his status as a CT-99, Hunter bore the same face as the millions of regular clones. Although his sensory abilities were altered, his genetic code hadn’t mutated in a way which caused differences to his appearance. He could have passed as normal – if only he had wanted to.

i'm not trying to replace you (only hold on to your memory) Tumblr | AO3 (~2k words) Omega misses the quiet rituals that had been hers and Tech's alone, and turns to Hunter for comfort.

Radio Silence Tumblr | AO3 (~4k words) After Eriadu, Hunter tunes the com to a familiar frequency and sends a message out into the void, hoping beyond hope for an answer.

i reach for you in the night (you're still my brother after all) Tumblr | AO3 (~2.5k words) Since his return from Tantiss, things between Hunter and Crosshair have been nothing but tense. But even in his anger, Hunter is unable to ignore how distressed Crosshair is when he is trapped in a nightmare.

Hot Chocolate (Your Absence Has Torn A Void In My Heart) AO3 (~2.5k words) After fleeing Kamino with the enhanced clone Omega, and leaving their brother Crosshair behind, Echo takes a moment to check in on Hunter.

Phobia Tumblr | AO3 (~365 words) Omega helps the Batch deal with an unwanted guest.

Soup of the Day Tumblr | AO3 (~1.5k words) In which Crosshair gets to eat an undisturbed meal, with a side-helping of angst.

[Untitled HuntEcho] AO3 (~1k words)Inspired by this fanart - Hunter is reluctant to bid farewell to Echo as he leaves to join Rex

The Bad Batch Stardust Collection inspired by @kybercrystals94 The Batch get a space-hamster. Chaos ensues. A Cosy Bed | Elusive | R.O.U.S.'s

Fanart

Bad Batch S3 Launch Party Cupcakes Because icing cupcakes counts as fanart, right?

Swimming Lessons Scene illustration to accompany 'Beach Days & Hair Braiding'

Batch-mega Fullmetal Alchemist x The Bad Batch Crossover

Others' Art Fanart produced by some of the wonderful members of the Tumblr Bad Batch Fandom for my stories

[teleiapotami]

WIP Wednesday!!

My beloved @blazingorchid has called for some ENDLu, and Orchid gets what they want. <3

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

Instead of the lancing pain of a knife, the only thing that came was a dull thud, a sizzling sound, and a scream from Invel. Whatever had happened was over now, and Natsu’s incredibly warm hand reached out and broke the collar off of her, tossing it aside.

She blinked up at him slowly, and with a jolt, she realized that his arms were covered in the scales of his demon form. “Oh….Hi,” she breathed. “W-was it that close?”

E.N.D. gave her a sharp-toothed grin. “I didn’t let it get that close.” He turned to look back at Invel’s smoking, unconscious form. “He said he wanted this me, so that’s what he got.”

He turned back to her and cupped her face gently. “I know I have to go back to normal soon, but before I do…. Lucy, you aren’t afraid of me…are you?”

“No! Of course not!”

He nodded with another grin. “Good. I don’t want you to be afraid of me,” he said softly. He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers softly. Lucy froze, momentarily wondering if the collar had returned, but it was just his lips that had stopped her ability to think. Before she could properly react, he pulled away and dropped his arms.

His scales vanished and before she knew it, Natsu was cupping her face again, in a perfect imitation of the way E.N.D. had just held her. His warm thumbs stroked her cheekbones gently as he looked her over.

“You’re too cold,” he muttered, and pulled her into his arms, enveloping her in his heat.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ -Later in the Story- /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

“Aww, c’mon Lucy,” he whined, moving to squat by her side. “I can put my scales on if that would help. You let me kiss you last time I let them show.”

Lucy gasped and turned to look at him disbelievingly. “You remember that?! But you acted like nothing happened!”

Natsu laughed. “Yeah, I remember. E.N.D. isn’t some other person inside me you know. He’s just me with more memories and less hesitation. You acted like nothing happened too you know. Makes me glad I got to see this,” he said, setting the paper on her desk.

Lucy shifted the other papers on top of it, not wanting to see the source of her embarrassment. “Why?” she mumbled, picking at a splinter on the edge of her desk so she wouldn’t have to look at him.

“Because it makes me a lot more confident that I could kiss you again without getting my ass Lucy Kicked.”

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[midnightsun-if]

not the anons from the last asks, but, since you did say to ask about our favorite RO, there's been a few times that I've sent asks (specially when you rebblog asks/prompts) for the "underdogs" ROs like R and they were never answered. I always assumed that you were too busy, tumblr ate my ask, or you couldn't figure out/wasn't inspired for it and I just went on and ignored, but there were also few times that you've answered some of those prompts with ROs like Scarlett, Blake, Sloane, C, etc; characters that are always being talked about it :(

I don't mean to sound rude or to be offensive by sending this. In the end, you don't owe us anything, and we are lucky that you are willing to share your characters and story with us. but at the same time, is kinda frustrating/sad to see you saying "then ask about them" and when we do, it feels like if the ask is not for X character there's a chance that it won't be answered. :/

(Again, this is not meant to attack you or anything, I apologize if my wording came across this way)

It’s entirely possible I saw them and simply didn’t have an answer at the time, which is entirely on me for forgetting to get back to them! I completely admit that. I’m not sure if by prompt you mean the dialogue prompts, for the various snippets, or the personal asks like talking about specific characteristic for a character — if you mean the former, it’s either because I didn’t see them, as I sometimes reblog things not truly thinking anyone is going to be interested in sending something in (saving it for later type of thing), or I don’t have a scenario in mind for the dialogue prompt itself and my brain just stalls (which isn’t anyone’s fault but my own, of course).

If you mean the latter then, unless the question was spoilery in nature, it’s a lot more likely that I didn’t see it as I do try my best to answer those kinds of asks relatively quickly (unless I don’t know how to properly word my response, which is when my goldfish memory comes back to haunt me as I’ll move on completely forgetting that I hadn’t answered the ask I saved for later). If I ever ignored an ask it wasn’t on purpose, nor was it meant to be malicious in nature, I just get distracted very easily and/or I want to answer the question to the best of my ability and sometimes forget to return.

Have there been times I’ve deleted asks? Yes — I don’t imagine they were any of yours, of course, as those mainly involved things that I am not comfortable with actively answering simply due to wording used about the characters within said ask — but I try my best to answer whenever I can.

I do apologize if it seems like I’ve been ignoring you. That isn’t the case in the slightest — or it’s not intentionally the case in any sense of the word — I just lose things all the time, but I do try my best to answer asks about R, Koda, or Caden (as examples) whenever they do crop up because I am aware that they’re among the less popular ROs.