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[lonewolflupe]

Trick or treat, Lupe! 🎃🍫🍬

I know your porch light is off, so please don't go to any trouble! I just wanted to wish you a happy Halloween 🧡🧡🧡

Warning: SFW, but suggestive towards ending

The door opens wide, and you’re instantly relieved. You had been feeling guilty for cancelling your date during Halloween, but by seeing him open the door so enthusiastically, you feel like it made him even happier seeing you right now. “Mesh’la, I’m so happy you made it!” he smiles at you, his face radiating from excitement. You start apologising for your last date, but he interrupts you. “Don’t worry about it, watching a horror holovid with you tonight will make it worth the wait.” You don’t have the heart to tell him you’re a complete wimp when it comes to horror, but you’re sure you’ll be fine. “Please come in,” he says to you, waving to you to come over. As you walk past him, you feel how he gently places his hand on your lower back to guide you inside, and a warm feeling fills your body. This night will definitely be worth the wait.

Find out how he (trick or) treats you that night below the cut:

Horror Holo Hysteria (One-Shot)

For @dystopicjumpsuit

So sorry for the wait, I was already finishing up all the trick-or-treats when your ask dropped, but I was planning on writing this anyway, so here you are! (Sorry it took me 3 more weeks to finish, I got a bit distracted by the urge to draw)

DJ you made me watch Alien (1979) in order to write this. On my own. Because my boyfriend didn’t want to watch it with me. I could have used a Hardcase right there! (I must admit it was less scary than I was expecting, so I made it out in one piece - unlike most of the movie’s characters) Anyway, this is for you, completely inspired by your Scary Holovid Headcanons that you wrote after seeing my art (that was requested by @sunshinesdaydream <3)!

Summary: You don't have the heart to tell Hardcase you're too afraid to watch horror, but it all works out in the end Rating: Mature (SFW but check tags) Tags: fluff, comfort, pillow fight, spoilers for Alien (1979), suggestive towards ending Words: 1.806 Pairing: Hardcase x fem!reader Read this one-shot here on AO3

“Alright mesh’la, which one?”

Your gaze slid over the three holovids he had laid out for you to choose from, and your stomach turned. One cover showed a big, sharp knife beside a pumpkin, and it just screamed masks; it was an instant ‘nope’. The second one had a little kid holding her hands against a static tv screen, the room around her lit by an ominous blue glow; ‘nuh-uh’, obviously. And the third one..

The cover was black, with a dark, hovering egg on it. It was hatching, and from its cracks came an eerie, green glow. The title above the egg read ‘ALIEN’. Slowly, out of hesitance, your pointing finger reached it. It was just a choice between bad and worse, but you had to make a choice for him; you promised him. And aliens weren’t too bad; after all, you lived in a vast galaxy with countless strange species in it, how scary could this ‘alien’ be? Besides, the title was singular, so it was just one. Right?

“I was hoping you’d pick that one. You’ll love it,” Hardcase said enthusiastically, his excitement radiating from his face. He had been looking forward to this so much, sharing his love for horror with you; you didn’t have the heart to tell him ‘Scary Holo’ was your actual limit.

Your eyebrows were furrowed in a scared frown, your eyes begging him to reconsider, your lips screaming a silent objection towards him. He noticed, and he couldn’t help but laugh affectionately at the sight. “It’s not scary, babe, I promise!” he tried reassuring you, placing a quick kiss on top of your concerned frown. “Besides, I’ll be here to protect you.”

Now that was reassuring. You eased a little, made yourself as comfortable as possible on the couch, and waited for him to join you at your side.

---

He was wrong, so completely wrong. You loved the man, but he had never been more wrong in his entire age-accelerated life. He had actually lied to you?

You didn’t have the chance to dwell on that fact when one of the on-screen characters started acting weird, ended up on the table where they were just having a nice meal together, and, to your utter and complete horror, one abominable creature burst from his chest. You screamed louder than the short-haired woman in the holo, as if the blood had spattered through the screen, right into your own face.

It didn’t make it any better when you heard Hardcase laughing at your side, how you felt him shaking on the couch from amusement. When you looked at him, still in a state of shock, you noticed how he was completely taken by the holovid’s scene; you weren’t even sure if he had noticed your utterance of anguish as he had his eyes locked on the screen, an entertained smirk on his face. And to add to your dismay, he was still eating his popcorn. During the chestburster-scene.

You pushed his shoulder to gain his attention, and when he looked at you in surprise, you gestured wildly towards his snacks. “How can you still be eating?” you cried out, almost accusingly, as you watched how he grabbed another handful. “It’s popcorn. You’re supposed to eat it during holotime,” he explained casually, before stuffing his mouth with it. “But that was disgusting!” you continued in agony, the images of the bloody chest still fresh on your mind.

Hardcase wasn’t seeing a problem there. “The popcorn isn’t. Here, take some,” he smiled, before offering you another handful. You pressed your lips into a thin line, pushing your brows in an irritated frown to show how unamused you were. “Are you for real?” you shot at him, watching him as he was still immersed in the holovid that kept playing in the background. The smirk that appeared on his face did not reassure you one bit, when he replied: “More real than the chestburster.”

“You gotta be joking,” you sighed under your breath, before you sat upright, turning yourself away from the screen to face him properly. “You said you would protect me,” you continued your plea about the injustice that had been done to you that night. He finally tore his gaze from the screen, granting you an amused look. “From this? This wasn’t that bad!” he grinned at you, entertained by the frantic expression on your face. “‘Case?! You promised it wouldn’t be scary!” A booming laugh erupted from his throat, and for a moment you thought he would spill the popcorn on the floor. “You think this was scary? You haven’t seen the rest of it-”

You wouldn’t let him finish his sentence. You had grabbed the pillow that was comfortably supporting your back earlier, before the horrifying holovid had forced you into a tensed position to hide from the jumpscares. You aimed it right at his face, and it surprised him so much that it sent his popcorn flying, spilling most of it over the floor anyway.

“My popcorn!” he gasped in disbelief, watching the golden nuggets scatter over the floor. You covered your mouth with your hand, a sarcastic ‘oops’ escaping your lips as you awaited his reaction. He looked back at you with his eyebrows in a serious frown, but the mischievous flicker in his eyes betrayed his true intent. “Oh, you won't get away with this, miss,” he muttered at last, before he grabbed another pillow from the couch and threw it at you. With a yelp, you threw your hands up to protect your face, getting a hold of the pillow when it hit you to prepare a counter attack.

Anticipating on your next move, Hardcase quickly jumped over the couch's backrest when you swung the pillow at him, missing him just by a few hairs. The thing still in your grasp, he gave it a good tug to make you fall over, and you laughed through quick breaths as you landed face down on the couch's cushion.

Expecting him to jump back onto the couch, you quickly rolled sideways, retreating from it and finding safety between the popcorn refugees - but only for a brief moment. You felt one of the pillows land forcefully on your back, and when you turned over, you watched him climb back on the couch. You grabbed a handful of the popcorn laying around and threw it at him in order to confuse him.

“Using my own snacks against me? Now you've done it!” he cried out in a fake rage, and as you tried crawling away over the littered floor whilst giggling, you felt how his muscular arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you back onto the couch. Another yelp when he pulled you on top of him, where he held you tightly so you couldn't get away. Your laughter faded into a content hum when he placed a tender kiss on your temple.

The both of you laid in silence for a moment, your chests heaving as you caught your breaths. Laying on top of him, you felt his heart rate slowing down again, and you just knew he was focussing on your heartbeat as well. Gently, you moved around, positioning yourself chest to chest with him. You placed your cheek upon his shoulder and closed your eyes, smiling when he pressed his lips against your forehead. His arms were still wrapped around you, and you felt how he softly caressed your back, making tender circling movements on top of your shirt with the tips of his fingers. It felt good, and you wished you could have started the evening like this.

It took you a moment to realise the holovid was no longer playing. You slightly raised your head, looking at the screen in confusion. “What happened to the holovid?” you asked obliviously before you felt the air blown from his nose against your skin when he chuffed. “You tell me. You sure you didn't ‘accidentally' push any buttons?” he grinned at you, raising his eyebrow to show his scepticism. “Well, you shouldn't leave the remote on the couch in the middle of the Great Pillow War,” you scoffed at him as you rolled your eyes.

Hardcase straightened himself underneath you, so he could address you properly. “Ah well, in that case, I hereby formally apologise for ruining your evening, ma'am.” He granted you a quick, practical nod before he continued: “How can I make it up to you?”

You looked into his deep, brown eyes and found they were filled with a cheeky mixture of innocence and mischief, his intent visible from the expression on his handsome face. You could never stay mad at this man; you immediately forgave him for putting you up with that horrible holo. And to be honest, if you knew you would end up with him like this, you would go through it all again. Without a doubt.

“I sure could use some cuddles right now,” you cooed at him as innocently as possible, but your lips slid into a playful smile anyway. He mirrored your expression, the grin on his face leaving dimples in his cheeks. “Do you want me to.. hug your face?” he started slowly, before grabbing your face with his hand, imitating the facehugger you had just witnessed in the holovid. You cried out a short, high-pitched yelp, and in your vigorous attempt to get away from his facehug, you rolled between him and the couch's backrest.

He moved from his back to his side to face you and tenderly ran his fingers through your hair before touching the tip of your nose with his. “So I guess you don't want to continue the holovid,” he started with a click of his tongue, before continuing: “You, er- wanna go sleep already?” You briefly bit your lip, looking into the room behind him for a moment as some scenarios crossed your mind. “I don’t want to go to sleep.. I’m sure I’ll be having nightmares after that holo,” you confessed softly, before looking him in the eyes again.

His lips slid into the smoothest smirk before he amused you. “Well, I know a few tricks to.. keep you awake,” he grinned at you, and you couldn’t help but chuckle. You knew how energetic he was; if you agreed to it, he was going to keep you up all night. Just like you requested. “Alright, show me, trooper,” was your subtle reply.

The last thing you saw before you closed your eyes was him reaching for you, before pressing his lips onto yours into a passionate kiss. With trained agility, his hand slid under your shirt with ease and you felt a shiver where his fingers caressed your skin. A warm feeling erupted from your belly and suddenly, you were grateful for the horror holovid after all.

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[illmetkismet]

Sugardaddy/sugarbaby relationship but the one with money is an annoying 23 year old who like, made a successful app in college or something, and the poor one is a 40-something single dad with medical debt who was just 'made redundant' at his soul-killing job. Mmmmm-hmmmm.... Thinking about this.

[youthofpandas]

What’s up with how the dunmeshi fandom just lies about this kind of stuff all the time. It is easily confirmable information that it was a monthly series, something incredibly common in the industry.

A not weekly magazine schedule is literally common !! Especially in the seinen shoujo and josei demographics, sometimes monthly, sometimes biweekly, sometimes every two months, sometimes seasonal! Please stop lying about how Dunmeshi was some special unique creation that defies all standards of manga just to hype it up because it is so clear that every single one of these comparisons is centered around Weekly Shonen Jump (and understand that SJ has many magazines under its brand that are monthly or semimonthly). Not everything is WSJ and it needs to stop being the only point of reference in conversations like this 🤧

[aropride]

[secondbeatsongs]

hey. what the fuck does this mean

[trekkerac]

he's like a faulty lightbulb

[aphel1on]

i have such a love for characters who descend into madness or villainy out of deep, deep empathy. characters who fundamentally cannot cope with the cruel realities they find themselves in and blow up about it in spectacular fashion. fallen angel type characters with tears of outrage in their eyes. characters who break before they bend, and break so badly they splatter blood all over their noble ideals. every variation on it gets me so good

[beebfreeb]

Louisiana Meshi!!!! Thistle will be at the crawfish boil.

[lonewolflupe]

trick-or-treat

i love them all

Warning: SFW, but slightly suggestive towards ending

The door opens with some effort before you see the face of a clone appearing. His hair is tied into a knot on top of his head and he has a tear tattooed under his right eye. He smiles sympathetically at you as he hands you some candy; he seems like a compassionate soul. “If you come across my brothers Jesse and Kix, will you ask them to get back?” he asks you kindly, and with a smile, you tell him you will. At the same time, a second clone appears at his side - looking more serious and less empathetic than his brother. “Ask them to hurry, Rex is getting restless,” he adds to the question, making it sound more like an order. His eyes lie dark yet determined below a big V-shaped tattoo. You swallow, and all you can do is nod in return. He rolls his eyes when a voice from inside the house cries out: “And I want to compare my candy haul with theirs!” The brother with the V-tattoo turns around and walks back inside whilst sighing a ‘sure you do, Hardcase’. The kind one shoots you an apologetic smile before he tells you to enjoy the remainder of your night, and to take care. Yeah, better stay out of trouble.

(Trick or) treat before the mayhem starts below the cut:

I had such a chaotic week so I just finished this minutes ago, and it turned out quite a bit longer than I had anticipated. I hope you don't mind tho! Happy Halloween <3

Nightmare On Clanker Street (One-Shot)

For @yoursrosie

Summary: Your evening of trick-or-treating does not go according to plan after you visit a fortune teller Rating: Teen and up (SFW but check tags) Tags: canon-typical violence, hurt/comfort, weird mix between Star Wars and Modern AU, slightly suggestive towards ending Words: 3.389 Characters: Reader (fem!reader but can be read as gen!reader), Jesse, Kix Read this one-shot here on AO3

The air was filled with a pleasant atmosphere. The temperature was mild for this time of the year, and a gentle breeze made the autumn leaves rustle in a calming rhythm. Gardens were decorated and porches were filled with pumpkins. Small groups roamed the streets, walking from door to door for trick-or-treating, their colourful costumes illuminated by the dimmed lighting of the lampposts at the sides of the road.

“Come on, it will be fun!” you laughed whilst waving to your friends to join you. You had noticed a little fortune teller booth at the far end of the street, and you were just a little too curious to learn about your future. Your friends were reluctant; they didn’t believe in that kind of nonsense, and would rather spend their credits on food. “You go ahead, we’ll go get some candy apples,” one of them smiled at you, before they skipped down towards the town’s square to find the hovertrucks selling food.

“Buzzkills,” you said under your breath as you watched them disappear within the crowd up ahead. With a sigh, you turned around to gaze upon the booth’s sign. It read ‘Fumetta Fortuna’ in elegant Aurebesh lettering. Well, this was it; the absence of your friends wasn't going to spoil your night. You pulled some credits from your purse and made for the entrance.

The booth hadn't looked very spacious, but when you made it inside, it felt even more cramped than you had initially thought it would be. You weren't even sure if it was made to fit humanoid species. It was rather dark, but you managed to sit down on an uncomfortable stool near the entrance. In front of you stood a small, round table, its weathered condition telling you it was old and had been through a lot.

A sudden movement of the curtain behind it startled you, grabbing your attention immediately. “Gooddé da lodia!” came a hoarse yet feminine greeting in Huttese. You returned a greeting in Basic, and when your eyes finally started to adapt to the darkness, you noticed Fumetta Fortuna was a female Toydarian. She was looking at you with one good and one glassy eye. A colourful headscarf adorned with flashy rings was hanging from her head, leaving enough space for the wings attached to her back.

“What can I do for you, love?” she asked you with her raw voice. You started fidgeting with the rim of your costume, your eyes darting about as you didn’t know where to focus them. You felt uncomfortable looking her in the eyes - or eye, really. “I, -er,” you started stammering, “would like to learn about my future. Or at least, what I can expect tonight.”

Fumetta slightly leaned forward to shoot you an unsettling glance in silence, and it sent a shiver down your spine. Maybe your friends had been right about this all along. “A glimpse in the near future, eh?” she finally remarked, before a deep chuckle came rolling from her throat. She turned to grab something from behind her and placed it on the table.

It was a polished sphere of lommite ore, and it looked magnificent. Your gaze was lost in it immediately, as you beheld it with a gasp. It was almost as if you could see the whole galaxy in it - even the Unknown Regions. You started to reach for the sphere, but Fumetta caught your hand before you could touch it. With a smooth movement, she placed it on the table with your palm up. “Now now, dear, don’t be hasty,” she cooed with her raspy voice, granting you a smile that raised her trunk-like snout. “Let me see..,” she continued, before losing herself in the lines of your hand, tracing them with a clawed finger.

She cryptically continued her examination with an occasional ‘oooh’, ‘yes yes’, and ‘I see’ before she finally released your hand. You withdrew it immediately, rubbing the places where you could still feel her clawed touch. Fumetta leaned forward again, this time focussing on the lommite sphere on the table. She made some smooth, waving movements with her three-fingered hands around it, before you noticed how her gaze became clouded.

And finally, with that foggy haze covering both her eyes, she looked straight at you, as if she was looking deep into your soul. With a deep, chilling voice, she addressed you: “The uprising of the mindless will pose a threat, but the cog keeps turning and you will be saved by lightning.”

You swallowed, leaning backwards as much as the stool below you allowed it, before Fumetta shook her head and the mist in her good eye disappeared. She smiled again, and held her hand up towards you expectantly. It took you a while longer to return to reality, but when you did, you handed her a generous amount of your credits. She was positively surprised, and when you thanked her and made your way outside, she granted you free advice for your charity: “Don’t forget to be as generous later tonight!”

---

Fumetta’s words echoed through your mind as you wandered the streets, but you had no idea what to make of them. Uprising of the mindless, turning cog, saved by lightning. What was that supposed to mean? Who were these ‘mindless’ supposed to be, how would you notice a turning cog, and since when did lightning save anything? It just didn’t make any sense. You probably should have spent those credits on candied apples, like your friends had done.

You grimaced out of confusion before you suddenly noticed how the streets were abandoned. There were no more groups trick-or-treating. The only movement you observed were rustling leaves, blown about by the gentle breeze. But there was something ominous about the scene; like it was the calmth before a storm.

A child’s scream made your eyes open wide and the hairs on your neck stand on end. You didn’t hesitate for a moment and started running towards the source of the scream. When you reached it, you found a boy frozen to the ground, his gaze focused on something you couldn’t see. “What is it, kid?” you asked him as soon as you skidded to a halt at his side.

The fear in his eyes wasn’t lost on you when he turned towards you and your gazes met. “D-d-droids,” he stammered, before he slowly started pointing a shaky finger towards the street up ahead. You stared down the road into the darkness, a flickering lamppost the only source of illumination. There was nothing to be seen there..

..or was there?

A rusty R2-unit came rolling into the flickering circle of light on the street, where it halted for a moment. He sure looked like he could use some maintenance, but there didn’t seem to be anything else out of the ordinary. The droid seemed at ease. What was it going to do anyway?

The lamppost’s lighting flickered off for a bit longer this time, and when it returned, you gasped when you noticed the R2-unit was suddenly wielding all its modifications at once. From this distance, you could recognise at least an arc welder, a circular saw, and a grasping claw. The thing stood whirring and shaking on its wheeled legs, before it came jolting towards you with a shocking speed.

The boy at your side started screaming again, and without another thought, you picked him up and started running into a different direction. Panting, you shot looks towards the houses around you, to see if you could find a safe spot to hide from the mechanical terror. You didn’t dare knock on doors, because you knew you wouldn’t be fast enough. The R2-unit was already gaining in on you.

You nearly stumbled whilst skidding to a halt when you noticed a COO-series cook droid turning the corner in front of you. He walked calmly, his arms at his sides; until he noticed you. He abruptly turned his head in your direction, the two sensor lights on his head instantly shining brighter, blinding you for a brief moment. When you regained yourself, you noticed how he had raised his six arms, at each end a kitchen knife, one even bigger and sharper than the previous one. He started spinning them around with nauseating speed, and your stomach turned.

The boy was still hanging from your shoulder, and when he turned his head to see what made you stop running from the R2-unit, he let out another scream, making your ear buzz. “It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay, we’re gonna be fine,” you tried soothing him, but you realised you spoke those words to yourself more than to him. He flung his arms around your neck and started whimpering, whilst you tried to find a way out of this metal mess.

Suddenly you noticed you were close to the town’s doctor. He was such a figurehead of the community; you felt like the two of you would be safe there. You regained yourself and continued your escape, the boy clasped tightly in your arms. The R2-unit behind you hadn’t calculated your sudden change of course, and slammed right into the COO-cook. The delay was more than welcome, but you knew the threat was far from over.

The uprising of the mindless will pose a threat..

The fortune teller’s words echoed through your mind, and suddenly you realised what the first part meant. But what came next? The lightning? No, there was something else first.. You reached the door to the doctor’s home before you could remember. You raised your fist to start knocking with all your power, but before you could land the first hit, the door flung open.

You were welcomed by a 2-1B-series medical droid. You tightened your grasp around the boy as you took a step back, watching how the med droid snapped his hydraulic claw and pointed his hypodermic injector towards you. “Next patient,” he said in his mechanically modulated voice. “Kriff,” you whispered, before taking a step backwards.

Another step backwards before you turned around, only to bump right into the COO-cook. You fell to the ground with a yelp, before watching how the droids closed in on you. You turned your body protectively over the boy, but you knew you couldn’t save him from the mindless threat. You couldn’t save either of you.

This was it..

You heard an electrical zap followed by a metallic echo, and when you looked up to the COO-cook, you noticed a big hole between his two sensor lights, the laser bolt that just hit it melting away its circuits. The lights flickered for a moment, before they finally failed and the droid collapsed. You shot upright, not fully comprehending what was happening, when you realised the med droid must be right behind you.

Quickly, you looked around, and noticed an entrenching tool used as a decoration in the doctor’s garden. You rolled towards it, jumped to your feet whilst grabbing the tool, and in one smooth motion, rammed it against the med droid’s neck. You couldn’t muster enough strength to smash his head right off, but you did damage the tube that connected his chest with his vocabulator. It came loose with a hissing sound, and perplexed, the droid started talking binary in threatening beeps and hums.

It seemed like you had maddened it more than you had damaged it. With renewed determination and incomprehensible speech, the med droid came staggering towards you. You readied yourself to deal another blow, but in the corner of your eye you noticed a man starting to circle you. When he had a clear visual, he emptied his blaster on the droid, and it didn’t take long before it hit the ground with a thud.

Panting, you ran forward to huddle the boy back into your arms, before you looked up to the man that had just saved you. “Thanks,” you shot at him, almost out of breath. He granted you a sharp nod in return, and when he did, you noticed the Republic cog tattooed on his handsome face - which you instantly recognised as a clone’s. But wait, the cog.. It was at that moment you noticed how he kept turning and circling to make sure the premises were clear. To keep you and the boy safe.

..but the cog keeps turning..

Well, that was an odd way to describe it, but Fumetta hadn’t been wrong there. You were wondering how - and where - the lightning would come in to save you. You swallowed when you lingered on the thought; you really didn’t want to end up in more situations where you needed saving, after your recent dire position. In a sudden state of panic, still trying to comfort the boy in your arms, you turned towards the clone.

“What.. What is happening?” you managed, your voice on the verge of breaking. The clone tore his gaze from his surroundings to shoot you a soft, comforting look before he elaborated. “Seems like all the household droids are going rogue. Must be something in the air,” he said as he looked around suspiciously, looking for something invisible. He didn’t find what he was looking for, so he returned his gaze to you. “Name’s Jesse, by the way,” he smiled at you, before offering his hand to help you back to your feet.

You took it willingly, returning the smile as he helped you up. You ended up quite close to his chest, and your cheeks shaded a different colour. “Thanks again,” you said softly, before clearing your throat and taking a little step back - but only a little. You felt safe with him, and you were ever grateful for his timing and skills.

All of a sudden, you remembered the first droid that had started chasing you. “The R2-unit!” you cried out, as your eyes widened in fear before you checked the perimeter. You shot into a cramped focus again, but your demeanour eased instantly when you found what you were looking for; the droid laid smoking and smouldering on its side, further down the street it had come from. It wasn’t going anywhere anymore. “Relax, my brother took care of it,” Jesse smiled at you, whilst gently placing his hand on your shoulder to comfort you.

“Speaking of my brother,” Jesse continued, turning around when a clone with a standard military haircut came jogging towards you, “this is Kix.” The brother named Kix nodded at you in greeting. “Ma’am. Are any of you hurt?” he asked in concern, as his eyes wandered both the boy’s and your body to see if you were injured. The adrenaline had kept you going so far, but now that it was wearing off, you managed to inspect yourself. “N-no, I don’t think so,” you said at last, ignoring the few bruises and damaged skin; it was nothing serious.

The boy shook his head in silence before Kix kneeled at his side. He grabbed a nervestick from the bag he was carrying and handed it to the kid. “Here, chew on this; you’ll feel better,” the clone elaborated, and the kid took it gladly. You smiled at the sight of him caring for the boy you had taken care of that evening. You turned around to orientate yourself, but you started feeling light-headed, resulting in your legs giving way underneath you.

“Woah ma’am, take it easy,” Jesse shot worriedly at you, grabbing your shoulders to keep you from collapsing. You flustered your eyelashes a few times, before returning to reality. “I-I’m sorry, tonight was just a bit much. I think I could use some sugar,” you replied with a faint smile. Jesse returned it with a big grin. “I think we can arrange that,” was his response, thinking about all the abandoned candy they could still collect. “Let’s get the both of you home and see what we’ll find on the way.”

---

Whilst being escorted home by Jesse and Kix, you noticed a lot more clones running about, taking care of any rogue droids left haunting the streets. There was so much chaos and mayhem around, but you felt safer knowing the clones were around. Knowing Jesse and Kix took care of you now.

The three of you were able to bring the boy back home safely, and the clones insisted they wanted to do the same for you. You were just too glad to be accompanied to your home after all the recent events, hoping you wouldn’t encounter any more droids on the way. But you felt you were in capable hands.

“I can’t thank you enough for saving me and the kid,” you smiled at them as they walked you home, slightly hanging unto Jesse to keep yourself balanced, and he happily aided you. “It’s alright, ma’am. Nothing we’re not used to,” he smiled at you, swinging an arm around your waist to support you. Kix shot the both of you a quick glance before he chuckled softly.

“There’s just one thing I can’t get my head around..,” you started, your thoughts wandering back to your visit to the fortune teller’s booth earlier during the night, when life seemed simpler and less worrisome. Both clones shot you a confused look, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. “You’ll probably laugh at me if I explain, but the short version is that someone told me I would be saved by lightning tonight.”

The clones shared looks before Jesse started snickering. With his free hand, he pointed at his brother. “That would be Kix,” he said cryptically, and when you looked over to him, he brushed his hairs aside with his fingers. There you noticed the indistinct lines of lightning tattooed on his scalp. You huffed in amazement; Fumetta had been right about her whole prediction.

..and you will be saved by lightning.

You would never laugh at fortune tellers ever again. “Did that someone tell you about me saving you as well?” Jesse shot at you, with the most seductive smile on his face. You grinned back at him. “She sure did, big guy,” you chuckled at him, right before you reached your house. For once, you were happy you didn’t own any household droids, ironically grateful for all the times you had to clean and cook for yourself.

“This is my stop, boys,” you said a bit reluctantly, because the thought of being alone right after these events frightened you more than you wanted to admit. Jesse supported you to your door, where you struggled to open it due to your shaking hands. “Uhm, maybe Kix should take a closer look at any possible injuries after all - inside, that is,” he suggested smoothly. Your eyes glistened for a moment, and you turned towards him with a grateful smile.

But these were clones, they probably had better things to do than babysit you. “I-I don’t want to hold you up for any longer,” you stammered, before biting your lower lip to show your conflicted mind. Jesse chuckled with a shrug before easing your mind: “It wouldn’t be a problem. It was our evening off anyway, we don’t have places to be.” It brought back the smile on your face in an instant, and you finally managed to open your door.

Kix cleared his throat and you missed the look he shared with his brother. “But of course we don’t want to intrude on you, ma’am,” he added to the conversation, and he couldn’t have sounded more genuine. You turned towards them as soon as you made it inside your home. “I would really appreciate the company, actually,” you said softly, just when Fumetta’s last words echoed through your mind.

Don’t forget to be as generous later tonight..

You bit your lower lip again, but this time not from any conflicted thoughts. You were quite certain of this one, you just hoped you weren't intruding on them. “We could, er- continue the trick-or-treating inside,” you suggested, a busted blush painting your cheeks. The boys shared another look, before they turned to you with grins adorning their handsome faces. “We really couldn’t say ‘no’ to that, ma’am,” Jesse smirked at you, before they both made it to your threshold in all modesty.

Maybe this Halloween would be saved by a cog and lightning in various ways.

Haunted droids/droid uprising for @pinahallowsevecloneparty

[melblancscream]

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[favroitecrime]

world war 3 jokes on twitter meanwhile none of them live in the region and none of them understand the severity of the situation. these next few hours will really determine whether or not we head into a regional war…

[cassandragemini]

Aimee, from Leonard Nimoy’s 2010 photography series Secret Selves

Aimee — tattoo and body piercing

I like being a girl…no one knows I am a woman, let alone a lesbian. My beard is natural, there is no imbalance.

[injuries-in-dust]

Good news of June 2024

[bowelfly]

hey remember that 7-month, 36-artist game of art telephone i hosted last year? well hold onto your assholes and prepare for:

SEE IT ALL HERE!

there's also no reasonable way of fitting all of the submissions into a single tumblr post without crushing all the detail out of everything to satisfy the 30-image limit per post so i'm gonna have to make a whole chain to feature all the kickass art:

1-3: @bedupolker @psshaw @slabmangrave

4-6: @bruneburg @whip-o-will @thedancingemu

7-9: @odetoscavengers @tickflea @deadlydaemondraws

10-12: @charseraph @biomechanicalmush @ungeziefer

13-15: @barabones @threeleggedart @phanta-friends

16-18: @librivore42 @edenartfactory @snejkha

19-21: @lymphwyrm @palossssssand @gachimushi

22-24: umberfossil justagoldfish @pinkbat5

25-27: @solidagold @nutspider elixer

DON'T REBLOG YET WE'RE NOT EVEN HALFWAY THROUGH!!!