#clusterfic

[godresembled]

@deficd asked ❝ [ FOURTEEN ] ❞

No one came and told her. Not that anyone really talked to her, especially after Feyd-Rautha began taking tongues and then heads.

Which was fine by her, the less she had to talk to Harkonnens and their ilk the better.

Except he was never gone for so long, and it began to creep under her skin, an odd feeling she didn't have a name for and didn't like. It flared when she considered and settled on the possibility that he was with his other pets, and she had no interest on ruminating why that would be.

There was only so many times she could run through the drills of the Fremen training she'd had to adjust for her — for lack of a better word — cell. So many times she could scratch a tally onto the wall and know that it was different because of his absence.

Without him there it was easier than ever to get out, and yet rather than finally returning to the desert she found one of the smaller soldiers. Even out of practice, it was almost laughingly easy to bring him down and find out which way led out — and where her jailer had disappeared to.

It wasn't the desert, but she'd become adept at moving around the oddly sterile and cold ships the Great Houses used. And the Metulli House's soldiers were even more useless than the Harkonnens somehow. Which just made that odd, stubbornly unnamed feeling just build until she had finally found his cell.

In spite of doing her best to redirect her anger and that odd feeling into the bloodied path that had gotten her there, it flared again when she saw him, the knife she'd knicked near the beginning of her captivity spinning in her hand as she pointed it at him. It would be so easy to rid the universe of another monster.

"What is wrong with you?"

[stingyslegslookweird]

nothing says “productive way to spend an evening” quite like trying to gulp at least one of every trinket in the binding of isaac repentance.

[mashuheartwrites]

TITLE: THE BEAUTY OF THE MUNDANE LIFE OF HIGH SCHOOL GIRLS

a clusterf*****

Genre: YA (I think?)

POV: third person

Status: drafting

CW: lots of cursing, everyone insults everyone

Darcy sat in the principal's office, chewing her gum and crossing her black flare pants clad legs and platform Chuck Taylor's.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" He spat angrily.

She blew raspberries, trying to come up with a halfhearted excuse when she spotted Jennifer (the popular girl, remember her?) and Izzy (the nerdy straight a student girl, come on. Keep up.) climbing the tree right next to the window.

"What the fuck?" Darcy whispered as both Jennifer and Izzy mimicked her incredulous expression. They were insane. “Fucking psychos.”

"Excuse me?" Principal Jackson reeled back, like the insult was a punch to the face.

"I am...." (Of course she would choose something that could make a man so uncomfortable they had to leave the room.) "On my period."

"E-e-e-eexcuse, pardon me? What..."

She sighed deep and worried doing enough to block the window with her body. "Yup, it's just," She motioned big. "A red waterfall down there, I'm soaking the chair as we speak! Hell," As he tried to interject (Poor man.) she doubled down. "I might just spew this whole room under with my monthly …feminine juices."

He of course let her leave. If Darcy knew one thing, it was how to drive people insane.

(Or just your typical day in the mundane life of high school girls.)

Clairmont high was the perfect high school. You had your geeks, freaks, chics, nerds, jocks and just the perfect balance of the top bosses to the bottom of the food chain.

And the people? Perfect too. You had your rich popular girl who has it all, the poor nerd who has like nineteen siblings and works hard to get into a great college, and the freak who dresses in all black and cannot for the life of her do anything else but make others uncomfortable.

But things change and it’s all Brian Micowitz’s fault. Just a regular day for the three girls turned into a… well a cluster of messes that ends them in detention. And unexpectedly something brews stews and forms. And that perfect structure of Clairmont high? It tumbles to the ground into a clusterf***

Vibe: campy, 2000’s chick flick, with a hint of every coming of age film you’ve ever watched. (Or… maybe not?)

MAIN CHARACTERS

Jennifer Lovesteine - The perfect mean rich girl

Darcy Hallow - The emo freak

Isabella ‘Izzy’ Howard - The nerdy loser

And… Vanessa Smith… the other mean girl

[botmilf]

Inks commission for @clusterf-prime !

Commissions are still open! DM me if interested

[magnusstan]

The way his helmet isn’t some random clusterf#%ck like some drivers and he always matches the ✨aesthetic✨ of the car while simultaneously containing his Danish colours. 👏🏼 👌🏼

Also: the big K is back.

[ronearoundblindly]

heyo, just realized the wip docs list FOR ASKS ALONE is 21 long...

ALSO. TO ANYONE WHOS EVER SENT ME AN ASK

[thegamingcatmom]

We´re approaching 2k for the 1st chapter of my newest piece of WTF, and I couldn´t be prouder of the absolute clusterf*ck that is my mind. 🥹

THEY DESERVE TO BE HAPPY. 😤

[doctorbarontsct]

you know what? today has been just an absolute clusterf--

wait. right. dont want to worry anyone

today's been nice! normal! definitely. ive been just having a blast. relaxing in the sun sort of thing.

yeah, just. good times all around. absolutely.

[insomniamamma]

You asked for something fluffy to be dropped in your asks so, Din Djarin x female reader anniversary surprise fic? If I have a complete and total misunderstanding of what you meant or what you do please ignore this then, but if not, then like a fic where Din surprises you for your anniversary would be cute.

Thank you so much for this ask! This was a joy to write! I did get your message giving more details for the reader and I incorporated them the best I know how.

Navigations: Din Djarin x F!reader w/Grogu

A/N: Just now getting around to the fluff asks that you all have dropped into my inbox. This prompt was a lot of fun.

Warnings: A wee little bit of angst but not much. Reader is married to Din Djarin and they have known each other since they were children. Jumps a bit in time, but it's reader remembering their relationship. Reader is nicknamed "Nav" and is Mandalorian, but is not otherwise described. As usual Grogu needs his own warning. Most of this is soft fluffly fluff.

You’re already in hyperspace when you wake. No view ports in your shared bunk, but you can tell you’re in jump by the way the ship sounds, the vibrations that pass through the hull, you can hear that the fuel lines need cleaning. Wherever we’re headed better have a good mechanic bay, you think. You don your armor, frowning. You usually do the systems check and run the charts. You’re a far better astrogator than him. He knows this and usually leaves it to you.

“Nav! Eeegee patu!” Grogu sees you and babbles excitedly from the jump seat, reaches for you with his little clawed hands so you unclip him and scoop him up. “Good morning to you too, little bogwing,” Take you seat next to Din, and settle the little one in your lap, drink deep from the mug of caff Din’s set there for you. “You didn’t wake me.” “You haven’t been sleeping well. I can calculate jump points too, you know.” “Yeah, but you’re terrible at it. I bet you didn’t even manually check the mass conversion ratio did you? Just went with the defaults like a sucker.” Din chuckles, and you hear the smile in his voice. “You got me, Nav.”

“This one wants to be a navicomputer when she grows up!” Shadows fall over the careful calculations you’ve scratched into the dust with your finger. “You’re in my light, Paz,” Trace the calculation for the Nevarro to Aurine just because you can, could cut 3 hours of the jump if you bump the curves just right—a booted foot scrubs out your neat string of equations. You grit your teeth. Since swearing the creed and gaining his helmet, Paz has become even more insufferable. “You are weak. Everyone knows this. You are of age and you have not sworn the creed,” Your eyes slide away from his visor, “Puling face-naked child—“ And something blooms behind your eyes, deep and red and this jackass is less than a half-year older than you and he calls you child. Djarin hovers in the background, “C’mon Paz, she’s in the fighting corps same as us—“ And you feel yourself spring up from where you hunkered over your smeared equations, body acting before you can even think about it, Paz pinned beneath you and wheezing for breath, fingers hooked under the edge of his helm. “Don’t,” says Djarin, and you look over at him, his newly forged helmet too big for his narrow frame, “He is our brother—“ “I’m sorry!” Says Paz, “I take it back.” “I may be face naked, but I bested you in combat. You stay away from me. Next time I won’t hold back.”

“So where are we going?,” you ask, sipping at your caff, spiked with powdered bantha milk and sugar, just the way you like it. “Kanno,” he says, “Teva got wind of some Imperial holdouts in the rings.” “Kanno. I don’t know that one.” “It’s very remote.” You narrow your eyes, and wonder if he’s forgotten. Today, by standard Galactic reckoning you’ve been wed for five years, though technically, it’s not for another hour, 9 minutes and 37 seconds allowing for jump translation. You wonder if he’s forgotten. The last job was a real clusterfuck, simple recon turning into something the three of you had to shoot your way out of, jumped as soon as you broke atmo, and got away clean but the both of you were rattled, helm to helm, Cyare—Kar’ta, held you close in the darkness of his bunk, stroked his hands up and down your back until you settled, your Din, warm and solid and safe-- Perhaps he’s forgotten, but that is unlike him. Five years ago on a centaxday, you spoke your vows in front of the forge, one together, one apart, we will raise warriors—your little warrior babbling in your lap, pointing at the mass-shadows of hyperspace, yes, that’s a planet in realspace, probably a gas giant, five years ago today, but not exactly.

"Paz is all wrong about you.” You turn your attention from the flickering screen of your data pad, still gnawing on the Nevarro/Aurine problem. Djarin stands in your doorway, leaning against the curved tunnel wall. “Paz is a jerk.” “You’re not weak,” says Djarin, “You’re just different. That’s all.” “I don’t know if I belong in the fighting corps.” “Of course you do! What’s the good of knowing how to fight if you can’t find your way home? I’d trust you to fly me anywhere, Nav.” “Really?” “Really. You’re smarter than me. And way smarter than Paz.” “That’s not saying much.” Djarin chuckles and so do you.

After the vows, heavy beskar rings on your finger and his, in the dim cavern of your now shared quarters, you see him for the first time since you were children and he sees you. Different now because of course he is and so are you, but his smile is the same, his dimples, his big bright eyes the color of rich, rain darkened earth, and suddenly it’s too much and you cover your eyes and shrink from him. “I’m sorry, it’s just—“ “It’s a lot,” he says, “I know.” Soft press of his lips to your hairline, warm breath spilling over your face, smell of oiled leather and beskar and something that is only him as he pulls you close, cradles you into him, bare face against the warm column of his neck. The light behind your eyelids shifts, the room dims and you draw your hands away from your face, find them settling around your love’s broad back. “We have forever, ner riduur,” He says, steadying you.

“I’ve never heard of a world called Kanno.” “Like I said, it’s very remote.” Grogu grins with his pointed teeth and looks up at you. “Bersi!” He says, and claps his small, clawed hands together, “Eega patu bersi!” His dark eyes crinkle at the corners, a look you’ve come to associate with shenanigans, bersi is a new addition to his gabble. “Grogu,” Din wags a gloved finger at him, “Let your buir finish her caff in peace.” Grogu blows a raspberry at Din and you smile. “What’s ‘Bersi’? Haven’t heard that one before.” “Who knows?” says Din, “I’m never quite sure if he’s making words or not.�� The slight shrug of his shoulders and the tilt of his visor only confirms that there’s something afoot. Din Djarin of Concordia is terrible at lying. Maybe he didn’t forget. You sip your caff and watch hyperspace ripple by, the clock you keep in your head counting down

At midnight Centaxday plus one hour, nine minutes and 37 seconds, you feel the familiar lurch out of hyperspace, smeared stars resolve into bright points in the black, vast shimmering of ice rings stained red in the dark of an eclipse, Kanno’s primary turning the rings into concentric planes of embers. “Din-“ You breathe his name, smile beneath your beskar. “Look there! Starboard side!” Something weaves in and out of the rings, swirling and diving and rolling in the plane of the rings, against the churning gold of the gas giant below, a group of them swoop close enough that their passage rocks this ship, four tentacles whipping as they pass, witch light flowing down their flanks in waves. “Purgill! I thought they were a made up story!” “This is their spawning ground,” says Din, “They live in the upper atmosphere until they are strong enough to fly out of the gravity well-“ “You sneaky, sneaky man!” “Is this okay?” “Are you serious?” “Abby Bersi Eeegaa Patu!”

[redstarfish-art]

It would appear that DC has finally acknowledged the other thing fan wants from the Batfam outside of Found Family dynamics.

Ayo I’m probably a little late on this but why are the variant covers for Robins so fucking horny

Like what the fuck is this shit

Especially the Nightwing one it’s basically softcore porn

[lavenderr-starrs]

I want a yugioh crossover movies but I don’t want it to be about the boys/yutagonist (shocker I know)

I want it to be about the girls

Maybe some big bad villain thing or whatever trying to gather the greatest duelists of each timeline Aka our yu-boys but f*cks up tremendously and now our girlies are stuck in this clusterf*ck of nonsense that they have to do deal that was meant for the boys and I want to see them be absolutely ridiculous about it. I want to see them rant about the nonsense they get dragged in because of their boys , I want Anzu/tea and Zuzu to verbally BERATE Someone, I want to see Aoi/Skye question her life choices, GIVE TORI A GUN (aka a deck),

Let Aki Do some crime with her new girlfriends with her witch powers!!! PUT THEM IN RIDICULOUS SITUATIONS!!! LIKE A CAR CHASE OR SMTH!!!

I just wanna see my girls get stuck in random BS that they were NOT prepared for.

The title is gonna be “Yugioh: Girls night!” and they are committing EVERY CRIME

[oneknightstand-if]

@raptorofwar replied to your post “In the FAQ it says if you want a clusterf*ck...”:

I personally went for claustrophobia. I think it fits a kid who was trapped in a crashed car waiting for rescue beside the bodies of her family.

It does fit (I believe the claustrophic car accident MC gets directly referenced once in the game already, but it should come up again eventually), and it's not so bad as a phobia since it only occurs in very limited circumstances (compared to the fear & death phobics having a great time in a horror-adjacent game).

[pants-magic-pants]

You've probably already been enundated with Valentine content so it shouldn't bother you that Night in With Jareth is being postponed until tomorrow. During the clusterf#$k that was shooting, I did forget for a moment that this wasn't an ASMR video..

[record-guy59]

As Pam Bondi threatens US Representatives and Pete Hegseth lashes out at judges, it's clear the MAGA movement doesn't actually believe in free speech. I look at the comments from Team Trump and explain why the language they use is so important. Watch here: https://youtu.be/NnzXpEW3ATc

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[dazed-and-wandering]

"Where fools fear to tread: Arty and Dilla"

"When not-quite-a-hellhound Arty finds out she's royalty she decides to drag her new best friend Dilla into an absolute clusterf*ck of ancient grudges, vengeful angels, and just a lot of her own personal issues and family drama."

[meandmybigmouth]

LISTEN!. THIS CLUSTERF**K IS GOING TO COST MILLIONS! AND YOU DON'T HEAR ONE RETRUMPLICAN MEMBER OF CONGRESS ASK "WHO'S GOING TO PAY FOR IT?"