#first ship ramble in here and I'm so soft for them

[chidoroki]

Wind Breaker S2EP4

aka: i'm literally on cloud nine right now

Every boy in this darn class is adorable.

RIP to that one dude caught in Anzai’s headlock for like two straight minutes.

“He said he came from out of town, so I thought he’d live a but further. I guess him entering school and his family moving coincided?” “Well, we’ll know when we get there.” The fact we’re at 177 chapters and still dunno the full story about Sakura’s family situation is kinda wild.

Nirei’s panicked screams would be loud enough to wake up anyone.

Pfftt stooppp, Suo’s little surprised face upon seeing Sakura appear is hilarious.

Damn, the anime does real well showing how dark and dreary Sakura’s place looks. I never got that kinda feeling in the manga with how it lacks color.

“I’ve always dealt with crap like this on my own. I’ll get better once I sleep it off. It’s not a big deal.” Aw baby, noooooo! That’s not a good thing!

I love how gentle Suo looks, like you know he desperately wants to help Sakura but he wouldn’t push him to accept it.

Oh, I like how they reflected Suo in Nirei’s phone like that so we could see that brief smile.

The queen has arrived.. lord help me I am not ready for the scenes to come.

Our boy really has such a great groups of friends the way they all bought something for him to help him feel better and take care of that fever.

Why did they go for such horror movie vibes with how Kotoha shows up at his door with the weird first pov and that scream?? My god, his shocked face is priceless!!

Oh thank god he does have working lights in this place at least.

Fffucckk man, I love all of this and ch57, like all Sakura wanted to do when Nirei & Suo came by was to curl up in bed and pass out, but with Kotoha he’s actually engaging in conversation and eating. Yeah he perked up because she brought over a hot meal and our boy loves to eat but as manga!Suo says “while he’s weak right now, he can’t use his mental or physical strength to handle anything that’s not normal for him,” and this entire scene with Kotoha is nothing but normal for him. Sakura’s always been alone so having friends suddenly start caring for him is weird and he shies away from it all, and even though he and Kotoha act all friendly, all the advice and meals she constantly gives him is just status quo at this point for their interactions. He’s used to it and doesn’t feel pressured to act any certain way nor does he feel a need to act strong around her all the time unlike everyone else, which is why I think Suo let her visit Sakura because he knew that too. I doubt he would allow anyone bother or overwhelm Sakura when he’s supposed to be resting despite their desire to help him, such as their entire class, and Sakura’s not even mad that she’s here now and I just really really love this whole scene between them okay?? I love these two. Fuck it, I ship ‘em. I doubt any kind of romantic love is gonna come out of this manga but this trusting and respectable relationship they got going on is precious to me alright. Let me have this because god knows my girl doesn't show up nearly as much as I'd want her to.

Just wanna let y’all know that while I was rambling I had the ep paused on Kotoha slapping the cool patch on Sakura’s head. Fun little frame to pause at.

“Worried about the, ‘I like my buddies now so my body freezes up’ issue?” I shall never get tired of the way she teases him nor those faces she makes when doing so!!

Mmmmmkay, girl, why must you be pretty at every angle.. I swear.

“So why don’t you think of a way to get around it?” “A way to get around it?” “Like delegating the people around you who can act in your behalf.” I feel all weak and soft that he takes her suggestions so seriously. Lift your head up and properly look at people? Done. Learn and use people’s names? Done. Now onto the next step of becoming a good friend and leader.

“There are only so many things one human can do in a limited amount of time.” I really love this line from her too.

“Well, even then.. relying on others, or asking favors from them, may be a bit scary at first.” *shakes manga* Tell me her full story!! Why does she say this?? What has my girl gone through to become so wise?? I know it's all about Sakura's growth and the boys fighting all the time but give me more of our best girl too!!

It feels kinda unfair calling Kotoha best girl when she's literally the only one who shows up frequently and matters but screw it! She's more than earned the title! Aaaahhh!

Teeheee, Kaji’s face when Sakura requests to see him.

A flustered Kaji is an adorable sight to behold.

I love his strange way of trying to explain stuff to Sakura with the coffee and fake ghost.

Kaji being the best senpai!

Not the triple cut on Kaji punching Umemiya smack dab in the face.. HAAHAA!!!

His quick run away too!! God I love this boy so much!!

Aww the flashback of Hiragi taking Kaji to the rooftop to chat.. my boy really learned from the best.

Goddamn, why must the chillest ep be my favorite? I feel so giddy.

[stardust-3saders]

Now that I'm allowing myself to be self indulgent and ship JoLiaYoin, I came to realize just how much did Noriaki affect both Lia's and Jotaro's lives.

In my Au with the canon events, both are awfully miserable. And let's not forget that Lia is at a point where, after all the mess with Kira, she couldn't care less if Jotaro were to drop dead.

She HATES him for what he did, and how he didn't try to explain himself or try to fix things. But both were also aware that a miracle would be needed for things to be good between them again.

But with Noriaki around? The three can feel comfortable, knowing that they have each other for support and whatever might be needed.

The only thing Jotaro has to worry about is though, that Lia and Noriaki are going to be annoying AF and tease him in all sorts of ways.

But hey, we know he's a softie on the inside, I'm sure he loves that compared to how lonely he has been.

[sskk-manifesto]

What a good episode. Maaaaaan

[thegnomelord]

Ahh I love the food thing that you got asked <3 food can have such a special place in our lives it's so precious

Ya think Hound develop concerning eating habits due to Makarov? Due to the whole stressful situation

I just want someone in the 141 to cook him a meal, filled with love and care, maybe Hound is in the kitchen watching them cook it for his own security.

I just want him to have a nice meal 😔

-🐙

I do feel like Hound would have some food hoarding habits or just distrust about eating something he didn't make himself. It wouldn't be the first time he'd gotten drugged through food...

But the 141 making food communally would be a fun idea lol so here's a quick brain fart :D :

You feel out of place. Well, you're always out of place, but you feel especially out of place sitting at the table while Soap and and Gaz busy themselves by the stove, Price humming to himself to the side as he gets the mugs to make tea. Ghost sits next to you grumbling under his breath, both of you in 'time-out' — you hadn't done anything (save for not being trusted around anything sharp), it's Ghost that had gone and microwaved beans in the can. Now Johnny swears up and down the microwave is possessed.

Your eyes flicker between Soap and Gaz, watching them cook you don't even know what. The only British 'cuisine' you know of is the cremated steaks Price would sometimes make you before. . . that. But nothing the two are making smells nearly as bad as the charred hockey pucks Price would feed you and Simon.

"Hey!" Your brought out of your thoughts in time to see Kyle swat away Price's hand with his spatula. "Don't you dare cap! I'm not about to get rained on because of your bad cooking." You hadn't considered Gaz could take charge, too soft in your eyes, but you're surprised by how tight of a ship he runs when he's by the stove.

"Alright, alright." Price huffs while Ghost lets out an amused huff. He's not quite laughing, but you can see the subtle tremor of his shoulders in silent laughter.

That gets Soap to point a spoon in Ghost's direction. "Oh yer one te fockin' giggle. Mr. 'ah cursed the damn microwave with me beans'."

"Sod off." Simon grunts, but there's no edge to his words. Soap tuts, but soon enough starts off rambling about something you're not quite able to follow along to when your eyes once again focus on where their arms are, how they move, paying especially close attention any time they rest them by their sides (even though realistically you doubt they'd try to drug the same food they'd eat).

You still tense when you feel Price's hand on your back, only now noticing that you'd started hunching your back, your shoulders raised closer to your ears. "You're alright, straighten your spine, sweetheart." His voice is calm, his hand warm as he applies gentle pressure on your back until you straighten back out. "There you go, good man." He rumbles, hand going up to ruffle your hair before he pulls away before his touch can turn into stinging pain to your skin.

You blink as a plate full of food is placed in front of you. The food smells good and doesn't look like it had been cremated, made with care you don't deserve. "I. . ." You don't know why but your throat feels clogged, like someone had poured hot tar into your mouth and forced you to swallow, the collar around your throat constricting your breathing even more.

Simon's shoulder bumps into yours, "If you don't eat that I will." The childish threat makes you breathe out a small laugh.

"Aye, the bastard's like Henry the hoover, he'll eat anything." Soap supplies as he sits down opposite of you with his own plate. Though you get the impression he's talking about himself when he stabs a sausage with a fork and almost inhales the entire thing.

"Mhm," You grunt, taking the fork. "I don't doubt it." You stab a piece of black pudding. It tastes earthy, but the small coppery tang of blood sizzles down your nerves, but fuck it tastes good.

"Look at that, is it good?" Kyle chuckles as he watches your facial features shift as you swallow the food, his own face that of pride like he already knows your answer, but you nod your head all the same.

[raguiras]

SKETCH COMIC: Deuce/Yuu at the beach

Reblogging is highly appreciated! 🥹🙏

AAAAA finally another Spade of Storms post! Today is their 150 days anniversary, so I just HAD to post!! More coming soon ^^

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NOTE: My Yuu is named Allen and primarily uses he/him pronouns. However, I tend to change this in comics for general insert purposes.

Part 3 of the relationship timeline (= how they finally got together) below the cut!

More ship content

Previous parts of my Deuce x Allen ship introduction: 1 // 2 // 3

Deuce x Allen blog: @spade-of-storms

Event where you can draw this ship & get art of your own ship back :3

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Relationship timeline (pt. 3)

♠︎♤ POST BOOK 7 ♤♠︎

By now, pretty much everyone at NRC knew that Deuce and Allen had a thing for each other, and many people even assumed that they were a couple already.

Nobody could blame them, though: the two boys were not only inseparable and constantly smiling at each other, but also extremely touchy nowadays. Having built unparalleled levels of trust and being incredibly comfortable with each other, Allen and Deuce did more and more together, eventually even cuddling in public on the regular.

One day when Deuce had done incredibly well on a test, Allen gave him a cheek kiss out of sheer euphoria. This absolutely made Deuce bluescreen and he later rambled to Ace about it — it was his first ever kiss!!! Did Allen like him back?! Did this kiss mean anything?! Would it be okay for him to give Allen a kiss as well?!

When they were watching a movie together in Allen's room, Deuce decided to spontaneously kiss Allen's cheek, too. The blonde boy got incredibly nervous as he had not expected this in the slightest — after all, he was "disgusting and unlovable" — and simply laughed it off.

Another time, Deuce was comforting Allen during one of his low moments. As Allen went on about how much he hated his body, Deuce was basically rendered speechless and could reply with nothing but sincere compliments on Allen's appearance. This warmed the Ramshackle prefect's heart a ridiculous amount... did Deuce really mean it? Was Allen actually beautiful to him...? Why was Deuce not growing sick of complimenting him and instead always sounded genuine...? After a quick gaze was exchanged, Allen suddenly found every area of his face other than his lips being covered in gentle, soft kisses. "I'm here for you. You're so beautiful."

These happenings caused them to occasionally kiss the other in various places (except for the lips) — yes, including their necks — which shocked everybody due to the physical distance both held with other people. However, it was still strictly "platonic" as neither Allen nor Deuce dared to say a thing. Everyone around them was losing their minds in the meantime — how could they act this lovey-dovey with the constant cuddles, gazes and kisses and STILL not be a couple?!

Deuce was convinced that he was way too average for someone like Allen. Despite the Ramshackle prefect's many flaws, he was the embodiment of perfection in Deuce's eyes. Allen would definitely want someone prettier and smarter, right...? Deuce surely couldn't compare...

Allen, on the other hand, still firmly believed that he was not only ugly, but unlovable, undeserving, and easy to replace. In his opinion, he had to be absolutely perfect in every way to be a worthwhile partner, and his crushing fear of rejection held him back anyway.

Both boys were terrified of destroying their friendship through a love confession. While they strictly avoided the topic of the rumors and of them potentially getting together in each other's presence, both Allen and Deuce secretly rambled to their friends and were desperately searching for advice. No matter how often everyone told them that the other one definitely liked them back, neither of the two teenagers could/wanted to believe it.

Sometimes, Deuce and Allen even talked about their crushes together, describing them to each other's face in hopes of them realizing that the other one was their crush. However, this backfired A TON: neither could believe that the described positive traits applied to THEM, and instead, Allen firmly believed that Deuce was crushing on someone else (and vice versa).

Ace couldn't stand it anymore and forced Deuce to gift Allen a red rose to test the waters. While the Ramshackle prefect did want to believe that the gesture was of romantic nature, Allen instead decided that it was a platonic souvenir from Heartslabyul's gardens — after all, Deuce had described his crush as "beautiful, kind and the most perfect person he had ever seen", which SURELY couldn't have been Allen...

Deuce didn't know what other hints to drop (outside of the fact that he regularly gave Allen gifts, complimented him a ton, got touchy with him despite hating it with other people, was eager to hang out with him all day, and literally KISSED him). Allen simply appeared to be oblivious to absolutely everything.

One day when they were cuddling on Allen's bed while watching a movie, Deuce yet again planted little kisses on Allen's neck and spontaneously decided to be bold, asking Allen if they could finally kiss on the lips. The Ramshackle student blushed and was taken by surprise, but obviously agreed. Their first kiss was innocent, loving and downright PERFECT — both felt as if they were about to explode — until Allen brushed it off as "practice" with a sad chuckle. Deuce's heart was broken within a second.

Allen was so heavily traumatized and convinced that he was unlovable that he genuinely thought Deuce wanted to use him as practice for his future relationship with the aforementioned "perfect, kind and beautiful" crush. Deuce thought the same about Allen — so this wonderful kiss was only practice for the blonde boy's upcoming relationship with his crush, huh...?

Both yet again talked to their friends in search of help, but all they got was further reassurance that the other one DID like them and that there was simply a massive misunderstanding.

At some point, Deuce couldn't wait anymore. He loved Allen more than anything and he NEEDED him, but Deuce knew full well that he'd likely get too nervous and stumble over his own words if he confessed to Allen in person. Instead, he decided to gift the boy another Shiba plushie, place it in front of Allen's door, and attached a letter to it.

Unfortunately, this also backfired. Allen was convinced that the letter was a prank; he was convinced that someone was impersonating Deuce and recreating his handwriting with magic in order to give Allen wrong hopes and possibly destroy the friendship he had with Deuce (however, Allen did keep the letter and plush Shiba). When Deuce heard about this, he was even more saddened — what did he have to do for Allen to realize that he was not only worthy of love, but actively loved by Deuce? What did he have to do for Allen to realize... that Deuce wanted him more than anything else in life? There was only one way left...

Deuce planned the confession in detail and even practiced in front of his mirror. He bought twelve red roses, two matching gumball machine rings, and another plushie. Additionally, Deuce also wrote a second love letter.

He then invited Allen to a blastcycle tour, which the Ramshackle student obviously agreed to. When it was time for them to go, Deuce showed up at Allen's window and blasted "Baby" by Justin Bieber at full volume, and once inside Allen's room, Deuce gifted him the bouquet. But this time, Allen couldn't just mentally brush it off as a platonic gesture — he saw the desperation, sincerity and love in Deuce's eyes, and took the flowers with a bright blush while nervously thanking Deuce.

The two teenagers went off to the beach, with Allen holding onto Deuce tightly as they rode the blastcycle.

When they arrived at the beach, Deuce's heart was pretty much beating out of his chest. After a short walk, the blue-haired boy gathered all his courage, breathed in deeply one last time, took the gifts out of his bag, and went on one knee in front of Allen.

Allen's heart was beating out of his chest as well. He couldn't deny it any longer, his insecurities couldn't deny it any longer — this was indeed a confession.

Allen opened the letter and teared up immediately upon reading Deuce's sweet words. It was another sincere love confession, this time handed to him directly by Deuce. There was no excuse and it couldn't be mistaken for a prank. The Heartslabyul student kneeled in front of Allen, looking up to him with the most desperate, nervous puppy eyes — Deuce wanted nothing more than to date him.

Allen couldn't believe it yet and started crying. Deuce actually loved him... Deuce genuinely wanted to be with him. All his life, Allen had been told that something like this was impossible... but here he was now, being confessed to in the sweetest way by the sweetest person he had ever met. He was loved.

Deuce slowly got up to comfort Allen, but instead, the Ramshackle prefect initiated a kiss. This time, it wasn't "practice" — it was their first genuine kiss as a couple, and it became one of their most treasured memories for both of them.

They were officially together now... and little did Allen know that they'd stay lovers for the entirety of their lifes.

"I love you." — "I love you, too."

Deuce and Allen had fixed the mistakes of the past; Allen's previous incarnation had died before Deuce's got the chance to confess. And in their next lifes, they'd be together as well.

They were destined to find each other in every universe.

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Fun fact: There are 3 Spade of Storms days.

22th March: The day when I first decided that I want them to be together in an old rp server. It was likely the first official confirmation of the ship, and it was 150 days ago.

20th May: The day when they got together in the canon lore.

27th July: The day that's exactly in between of their birthdays (3rd June & 20th September).

Thank you very much for reading! 🥹🥹

[certifiedcybersimp]

Glorified Therapy Cat

AN: I know this s gonna be so OOC but I had a vision. Megs doesn't really use human words but yeah. This takes place like 5 ish years pre canon. Also sorry ya'll are gonna be short af like me (5'4" isn't that short but ya know, short kings rise) also sorry for the old school POV differentiation - I'm a bit rusty ←—(is perpetually stuck in 2016)

Summary: Reader becomes Megatron's glorified emotional support cat in denial

Reader's POV

Well, this isn't how I expected my Tuesday to go. One moment I'm backpacking in the mountains off trail and the next I get yoinked by a giant space robot thing and brought as some sort of stupid peace offering or something to its boss.

I was half expecting to be crushed right then and there, but instead here I sit on the arm of his throne a few months later.

Starscream was rambling on about plans or something as Megatron was trying his best to not yell at the poor mosquito lookin bastard, I'd tuned out his ramblings ages ago.

I look around, noticing Megatron wasn't paying attention to me, okay time for operation 'be a pain in Megatron's mega ass '…the name's a work in progress.

I scoot off the arm of his big ass chair throne thing onto the seat,dangling for a moment before falling on my ass from a good 5 ish feet, unfortunately catching Megatron's attention

"Now, what do you think you're doing, pet?" He interrupts Starscream and turns to me, I can see the mosquito's pissed off face from the corner of my eye

"Uh- stretching my legs?" I stand up trying to play it cool with a wary smile crossing my features. Megatron raises a brow (?) at my excuse explanation and raises a servo to shoo Starscream away. I swear I heard him mutter something on his way out but I can't be bothered to care when I'm actively being scooped up in a huge servo.

"Now…what made you think you'd be going anywhere, pet?" He holds me closer to his face to he can taunt me at 'eye-level'. I glance around trying to think of an excuse without looking at him directly.

"Uh...I don't exactly have an answer? Couldn't stand Screamer yapping, so I wanted out." I huff out.

he smirks down at me, "Ah yes, 'Screamer' is quite frustrating, is he not?" He raises his other servo to gently pet my head. He's been doing this so often I've just accepted this as a part of life, whether he does it as a comfort for me or him I couldn't say.

"Frustrating is a nice way to put it, you looked about ready to punch him this time." I mutter as I subconsciously relax, I'd never tell him to his stupid face…but it was nice being doted on sometimes….

Megafart's POV

It was quite amusing to watch this small human so willingly accept my attention, despite the tough front they'd put up. Though it was satisfying to slowly whittle away it his resolve over the past few months, slowly watching them get accustomed to my touch. At first I had loathed the notion of an organic being in my presence , insulted Starscream would even dare to present me with one, however…this one grew on me.

I run my digits through his hair, an action I've found a strange sense of comfort in. So soft, so fragile, yet he was completely at ease in my servo. I smirk moving a digit under their jaw, tilting his head up.

"If my optics don't deceive me, I'd say you're enjoying this." he stares at me, his little optics wide as he stutters an excuse.

"Psh! No, I'm just tired. Yeah, let's just go with that, okay?" Their optics dart around, their fleshy servos moving to push my digit away.

I humor their foolish excuse, moving to stand as they panic and hold onto my servo for balance. "Tired? Well then, I shall take you back to rest, its clearly been such a long and grueling day hasn't it?"

He tenses up as I start walking to my habsuite, there we will have more privacy, less prying optics.

Reader's POV

We were headed back to his room, great. And that's not entirely sarcasm.

I watch as we pass vehicons, who move around the ship like worker ants, doing a variety of tasks. Most of them minded their business, hoping to not incur Megatron's wrath. Which, oddly, had calmed down - at least toward the vehicons, can't say the same for the walking toothpick.

We arrive to his room, he sits down on his weird table bed. Setting me on his thigh, he gently strokes my hair again. Megatron confuses me, not because he's a giant robo warlord from space- well that too but how he's…been so gentle? I mean, I'm not complaining but it was a gradual change from a glorified parakeet to his therapy cat.

It was only a month into my stay when he first brought me to his room, not dropping his guard entirely. He continued his petting, guess I'm sort of proud that I can make a mech so full or rage so calm.

I sigh, really, given the circumstances I should be terrified or fighting against it more. However I guess being at war for so long- or being around Starscream- he's gained a pair of sharp eyes, he sees right through me 'tough guy' act. I can't help but melt into the affection, my touch starved ass needed contact, I look up at him his face is relaxed.

I guess this really isn't that bad

[biscuitboba]

I'm somewhat new to your account, i know that you are obsessed with zolu, but may I ask what are your top 5 ships from op👀?

Hiii! I will gladly answer your question loll🤩

Zolu/luzo 👒⚔

This one is so obvious, i know, I literally only talk about them here, so- 😭😭

Acedeuce/deuceace🎭🔥

God i am begging people to read the ace novel pls pls pls, these two are so beautiful they are so devoted (im gonna reblog this post with something them related later.. probably) i luv them so muchh, but they are so underrated:-( i don't really talk about them much here (shame on me)... but i always think about them!!

Saboala 🎩🐨

I'm literally insane about ASL? luffy, ace, and sabo are among my top favorite op characters, so of course i'm gonna list the asl and their bf/gf first, lollxD Saboala is such a soft and wholesome ship?? it is so obvious that they care so much about each other even with their very limited(?) moments, but i ate those moments up!!

Namivivi🍊👑

I've talked about them a few times, but the way they are very protective of each other?? They care so muchh about each other! like when nami was sick and vivi putting his head on the ground to beg for nami's sake.. Also thinking about how nami is like a sturdy pillar for vivi at times... so many moments between the two of them tbh, i literally want to puke because i love them so muchh-

Frobin🤖🌸

Literally the closest thing to canon (among all the other mugiwara ships). They are very close? And naturally comfortable with casual touch between each other. Like frank carrying robin (in various ways) plenty of times throughout the entire series, or robin letting franky to sleep on her lap... and let's not talk about all the op color spreads or op movies with all of the frobin crumbs (franky holding her whole body, robin touching franky's face, et cetera) also god... sometimes i really want to dissect frobin in thriller bark (or frobin throughout the whole op) all the subtle/micro interactions, and like the iconic "it is never a crime to exist!" line?? I have so much to say about them, but the most important thing is they are very dear to me!!

(I'm sorry i think i ended up rambling😭)

EDIT: Yesterday i said "i'm gonna reblog this post with something them related later.. probably", and i've done exactly that... so you can check my reblog for more deuceace/acedeuce:D

[sturns-mermaid]

INTRODUCING...

CASTAWAY 🏴‍☠️

special thanks and credit to @shadowthesim237 for letting me yap to you about this au! and also credit for pirate matt, she has an amazing pirate matt x siren reader au you guy's should definitely check out! :)

summary written with the help of ai, also thank you once again honey for helping me <3

masterlist here

In "Castaway," a gripping fantasy tale, a fierce pirate princess takes the helm in search of revenge. Her father’s mysterious death haunts her every thought. With her right-hand man, Matt, at her side, she believes she has allies. But appearances can be deceiving.

Matt, once loyal to her father, hides a dark secret. As she hunts down those she believes are responsible, she discovers an abandoned boat on a mysterious island. Here, fate intervenes when she finds a man washed ashore, a stranger with a connection to her father’s compass.

In a twist of fate, he becomes her hostage. Nicknamed Bird, he claims to remember nothing. As the princess grapples with trust and betrayal, her feelings for Bird grow, complicating her quest for justice. With Matt's impatience rising and secrets unraveling, the line between ally and enemy blurs. Will she uncover the truth before it’s too late?

pirate captain reader ☠

Pirate princess turned caption, seeking vengeance, soft smile sharp tongue, sword fighting skills learned from her father, only child, gold jewelry, adventurous, won’t let anyone get in her way, twirls her hair, “Princess”

crew mate matt! 🧭

Crewmate/first mate, right hand man, cracking his knuckles, big rings, always chewing on a toothpick, reckless, sweet talker, short temper, sleep deprived, persuasive, bandana, obsession, gold tooth, keeps the ship running to your liking, “Tooth”

washed at sea chris! 🌊

Washed at sea, amnesia, kind natured, well spoken, searching for something he’s lost, rambling, cautiousness, the boy with no name, carried away by the waves, brunette curls, “Bird”, fidgeting, found by a pirate ship

all dividers by: @bernardsbendystraws

thank you so much for making them!

a/n: I'M SO EXCITED Y'ALL OMGGGG 🤓🤓 (almost done with the prologue)

tags: @itsmaddielouis @oliviasthatgirl @brianna-grace12 @scorpio1205 @submattenthusiast @courta13 @mattsplaything @conspiracy-ash @anyaa2s @hazedsturns @eclipsturns @sofia-is-a-sturniolo-triplet-fan @immaqulate @t0riiiis @heartsonlyforchris @blushsturns @hearts4werka @mattsbows @sweetshuga @leoslaboratory @pair-of-pantaloons @riasturns 

[nishnormp]

cheavy ramblings

Been thinking about the stinky BLU classic heavy from the comics lately. He's basically the villain of the final issues, and was practically built to be unlikeable from the start so his defeat could be more satisfying; buut since its been years since an update came out and I am slowly going insane, I think it would be funky to explore him more (bonus cmedic feature)

Few disclaimers: I'm not excusing his actions (I myself think hes a bitch) and I do NOT ship him with tf2 medic (also I dont think tf2 medic is unmasked cmedic bc 1)why would he sabotage himself in the issues by acting like That 2)uhh reasons later 3)this panel) also some of my takes aren't original, but I've expanded on em a bit

P1: Medic hater activities

As we all know, cheavy's greatest sin was dunking on + killing tf2 medic

Somehow he and tfc demo got sidetracked by medic's question, but the most hostile he gets towards tf2 medic here is jeering at the fact that they're going to hunt down his old team; which tf2 medic doesn't seem bothered by.

( @number1yisuchongfan actually brought this up before me) This panel pretty much sums up why cheavy is pissed: medic was implied to have a record of being weird with parts (he lost his license bc he stole a man's skeleton), he blew ALL of his budget meant for healing on exotic parts (that he put in cheavy's teammates), AND he revived the enemy (said enemy slips away a few panels later just as cheavy gets informed that three of his mercs died).

(also, the weird p3do tfc scout and soldier arent included in the 'three good men', since they died much later) Speaking of the 'good men' comment-

P2: Good leader at some point?? Not anymore tho

Hes gruff and an ass, but cheavy has a soft spot for his team; the tf2 mercs call each other strictly by their classes, but the tfc ones know each other names (also see cheavy's way of describing his dead teammates and his immediate reaction to go over there rather than curse/assume their incompetence)

He gets curious about australium, and from here on out he gets fixated on it- enough to be more unreasonable than usual. Cheavy is pretty amicable with Bea, and the way he acts with her is probably more in-character for what he was like back in his prime rather than the hot-tempered man that the later panels show.

I mean . He and his team were highly recommended and even took out ALL of the admin's elite teams, leaving the tf2 team for last. He may be a drill sergeant, but I don't think he was a genuine tyrant for most of his career; they aren't purely business-basis with each other (some of them formed close bonds, like fred and virgil), plus- any elite team would be able to capitalize on an overly prideful and control freaky leader (+a constantly demoralized team) sooner.

With three of his mercs dead and his plans failing against a team that he saw as rejects, the mental strain is showing badly. Tfc mercs don't have much personality in their games (or their own comic about them during their prime) but one of the few dynamics mentioned is between the Heavy and the Engineer+Medic. Tfc engie is the one who stepped up to ask about cheavy's plans, and he also gets the brunt of his anger. Earlier, cheavy answered bea's question and encouraged her, but now he's yelling and mocking the capabilities of one of the men he coordinates with the most.

Tfc scout's line may just be him not understanding/underestimating australium (esp since apparently cheavy had to ask grey mann what it even did), but it also reads as him seeing cheavy having officially gone off his rocker; his shaky grasp over leadership might kill the team before being deprived of yellow rocks does. Both scout and engie are thrown off by his attitude, implying that cheavy isn't usually like this (I can't imagine them being coordinated if they all shrimp away like that).

His line of thinking for both of these situations are pretty questionable. For the first one, he knows that the bots extract australium from the body, but he also knows that the mercs likely have nothing in them anyways (note the emphasis on his dead mercs, this is him taking revenge but also he is NAWT going to get any australium for those extra immortality machines which is still a pressing issue for his engie). In the second one, he first tells medic that they'll try figuring out how to stitch the machine on him, which leads to medic stabbing him and cheavy retaliating. Cheavy then goes all the way with attempting to kill him, stating that he'll just gets his answers from the administrator. Its soon revealed that he wants to fight tf2 heavy, but even that is ??? Like cheavy knows that he and his team are old as hell, but he's going to try having a fair fight with a guy in his prime anyways? He didn't even know that he could just slap on the machine at the time, and the unnecessary risk for what seems to be a quest to satisfy his ego is antithetical to his supposed goal of getting the rocks and making his team immortal. At this point, his hatred of medic has completely overridden his rationality; there were many ways for him to have killed both of them, yet he didn't take em.

P3: Cmedic

I saw some posts abt how cheavy is likely coded as homophobic due to how he treats medic (a presumably gay-coded character) bc of the "stay in the kitchen"-esque dialogue, and the way cheavy undermines him in verbal + physical ways. I do not have a very solid defense for this . aside from everything I listed before.

Just to clarify, I think its cheavy's fault for alienating medic from the start: loss of medical license aside, medic's inventions DO work splendidly for healing. Would it have been more concerning since medic is . meant to heal? Maybe. But mercs are literal murderers for hire, personality quirks should be the last of their priorities. The guy is passionate about showing off his stuff, and he was even enthusiastic about getting on the battlefield and healing cheavy. I'm not saying medic was going to be 100% loyal, but he's willing to do his job for the classics as long as he wasn't disrespected so damn much.

The tfc mercs with personalities are ones that oppose their tf2 counterpart; tfc sniper is a sadist rather than a swift professional, tfc pyro is...also a sadist rather than having tf2 pyro's misguided bubbliness, and cheavy does not respect his team's (current) medic. This in conjunction with the complete and utter lack of not just presence but also mention of tfc medic leads to the popular belief that the guy just up and left because of the disrespect.

(Writing inconsistencies be damned I like to cope) so what if it wasn't the case?

These are one of the few lines in tfc that describe a cooperative nature between certain classes. Like I mentioned earlier, tfc has less media compared to tf2 so its easy to slot personalities onto them as villains (tfc sniper's gun blowing people into giblets kinda helps), but I don't think these can be ignored. Fred was the one who represented the rest of the team's opinions to cheavy, and the phrasing in the second pic is even stronger; the heavymedic duo was always a thing, even in tfc.

Sort of. Gameplay-wise, cmedic is more like a roided out scout armed with a medkit that can give enemies and disguised spies tuberculosis, grenades that can send him across the map, and a gun that can destroy sentries (situational). He doesn't need to cling to his more offensive teammates as much as tf2 medic, and while his kit can instantly heal a teammate to full no matter the percentage + give overheal- its strictly melee ranged and has no ubercharge. In a narrative sense, cmedic would most likely oppose tf2 medic as a more 'grounded' healer. He prevents damage to his team by erasing enemies himself, doesn't go too overboard with his biochemical arsenal (his brew is potent but hes stuck with the melee-ranged kit and no crazy mechanic like uber), and can typically run off by himself (provided he isn't jumped by two soldiers or smth). Its a matter of game design, but can translate to the comics in an interesting way.

Medic is the only one who speaks of cmedic, and while the mention itself has no violent reaction- no one else speaks of him. I can't imagine him being easily forgotten since the heavymedic duo is just too iconic, so what if smth exceptionally horrible just happened to him? If cmedic was close to cheavy than everyone else, his loss/disappearance could explain cheavy's immediate dislike for tf2 med; not only replacing his own med, but with the complete opposite in terms of personality as well.

(I could expand on cmedic more, but this post is already long enough as is so I'll probably just make a separate one gah)

[eybefioro]

Yesterday @isiaiowin and I shared our contribution for GOetry pillow fight week 4 (you can read it here !). Together with the poem, both of us also painted something, and this is mine :D

[Timelapse and rambling under the cut, as usual]

AAAAAAAAAA I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING WITH MOON. She's incredible at this, and jumping ideas with her was sooooo good! And then the back and forth of sharing the poems was so nice 😭 I wrote Michael’s POV in this one... she was supposed to be more snarky and bossy at first but then I got too sappy 😂 I'm not mad about it though, all the love talk in the poem fits very well with the pillow fight, and honestly, I was in need to writing something very soft. This ship is also soooo good. I love Angelfish (or Institutional problem, as I like to call it 😂) so much. I should write more about them in the future. Maybe a human/office AU...

Anywaaaays. This is a different style than all my other drawings. I always tried to go for clean and smooth lines, and never messy/sketchy ones. The thing is, as I worked on the sketch I really start to like how it was looking, and when I tried to make the linear using it only as a base (as I usually do) it lost all charm. The line art wasn't looking good this time. So I just... abandoned it and embrace chaos lol

I cleaned up a bit the sketch,and defined better the shapes with a thicker pen, adding more details with finer lines here and there. I reeeeally love the result; I mean, I know it can be better, and that I can take this further, but for a first try with this kind of style I think it looks surprisingly nice.

I like how it gives a bit of a pencil drawing quality to it, something that I'd probably doodle in the back of my notebook, but it was lacking texture. The pen I was using for the lines didn't have any, just a clean straight one I use for sketches and the final line art, so I tried to compensate in the colouring.

I discovered some really good pens for texture that are native from ibis paint, and I used them here. I think it worked well enough. I didn't want to paint everything in solid colours, but rather give the idea of colour like I'd do with colour pencils. So I just filled in near the borders, making it soft and not completely opaque, showing the white of the "paper" behind.

Speaking of colours... aaaaaagh the combination of Dagons blue/green skin with her guger hair is soooo nice. I never stopped to appreciated it before and I was so wrong for it. I love her outfit, and the makeup they used for her in the show, and her scales... and the same goes for Michael. Her hair in the show is just perfection, and the subtle gold in her makeup drives me crazy, so I tried to put it in the spotlight for a but here. In my head Michael’s skin is golden and no one will convince me otherwise now <3

I'm thinking of playing with this style of drawing more now. It made me very happy to not aim for a perfect line art, and the soft colour are so pleasing to me.

Go read our poem!! I loved writing it, and I hope you will enjoy it too. I do feel like this art fits with the feeling of the poem, and so does Moon's art. It's incredible the way she paints skin!! I am still looking at those ears aaaaaaaaaaa

[coolnonsenseworld]

hey mezzy!! i found your account yesterday and i literally can't believe i never saw your blog before! you have the SOFTEST most PRETTIEST art style and i absolutely adore your klance art(*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)✨

klance is my number one comfort ship and they were one of the first queer ships i ever had and seeing your art literally makes me FEEL all the emotions. it makes me feel so soft and squishy inside<3 it brings me so much joy seeing them so happy and gentle with each other in your art!

so. thank you for sharing all your wonderful and stunning artwork! the emotions just ooze out of the pictures onto me and i couldn't be more happy about that(o´▽`o)

and i gotta say: your calendar of 2024 AND 2025 look both so so nice!! i am really tempted to buy both of them and a few of your prints🙈 they're all so lovely!

also. i just gotta say (again). keith looking at lance with so much joy in his eyes? and lance looking back at him with such gentle care? my end is near. this is all i ever needed and more. truly. thank you for bringing me so much of the comfort back that i've felt over the years with klance<3 i could ramble about this all day to you, so i hope this isn't too much😅🙈

i hope you're having a wonderful day or night and that your pillow and blanket may always have the right temperature for you when you sleep!! take care of yourself and don't forget to stay hydrated!

your artwork is absolutely wonderful and i'm so so glad i stumbled upon your blog!!

ps: is it alright that i didn't write this as anon? i can literally never tell😅

First of all thank you so much it's sooooo kind of you to write all of this and share your joy it means the absolute world to hear it!! ToT

And thank you! I love creating klalendars, they make me feel like keeping their happiness longer for another year and sometimes I stare at my own copy on the wall and think how many people had to love them for this to happen. My heart grows a little every time I think how much comfort they brought to so many people.

I don't think anon/off-anon have anything to do with internet savoir-vivre, only with what you personally feel comfortable with, so it's totally fine, I sure am thankful that you shared all of this and your kind wishes!! <3 Wishing you an amazing day/night as well

And here is obligatory kind ask sketch

[otomeorangejuice]

Hello Hello, so this is my first time putting anything like a fanfic on the internet, but I had a lil hurt/comfort Elbert and Alfons thought that I had to share. (These two are my Roman empire istg) This can be read as ship if you want but it can also be platonic. I myself feel that their relationship is very queer platonic coded so that's what I sort of aimed for. Anyhoo please enjoy.

Alfons has been told the words "I love you" so many times. A drunk confession at a bar, ramblings on the way home in the early hours of the morning, babbled mindlessly in the heat of the moment during a hookup, cried after blessing a poor soul with an illusion. He didn't keep count because they didn't matter. They didn't actually love him, they just loved what he provided. Alfons' heart was never swayed. Apart from once.

It had happened years ago, when he was just verging on the cusp of adulthood. That day he'd had the rare occurrence of fighting with Elbert. His lord had been a tad too clingy, striking a fear through Alfons. Elbert was getting too close to him too comfortable, too trusting and that was positively terrifying. He planned to die by himself, alone so that no one would wander around with a hole in their memory with no clue why they were grieving. But Elbert was crossing that line. So Alfons had foolishly fled in fear. Out for a night debauchery to forget about it. Leaving Elbert alone at the whims of his staff in that prison of a mansion.

Alfons hated himself as he walked through the door. How could he leave Elbert like that, maybe his lord would trust him less if at all but he still felt heavy with guilt. He made his way to that cold blue bedroom, opening the door as gently as he could. Elbert should be asleep by now. He hoped he prayed. Only as he stepped in the room his own ashen eyes met two wide blue ones. Elbert was frozen in fear lying on his back, his pupils seemingly a whirlpool of deep blue sorrow, his knuckles as white as a ghost as they clutched his bedsheets. Alfons felt like shit.

"It's me Elbie." He called out softly. At the sound of his voice Elbert seemed to untense. And then it began. Thick tears pooled in his eyes quickly dropping onto his long lashes.

"Al!" It came out as a pathetic sob, Alfons' heart nearly breaking with guilt. Slowly he approached the bed.

"It's me I'm here." He crouched at the side of the bed, not wanting to loom over Elbert or invade his space. But close enough that Elbert could see him. Could smell the stench of alcohol and a mix of perfume and cologne that clung to Alfons' clothes.

It was Elbert who reached for Alfons. The greed that was ever present in the back his brain repeating that he needed him, over and over. He pulled him forward, grasping at his shirt but it wasn't enough as his attendant hesitated to move. But still it wasn't full on rejection like earlier. At reminding himself of the earlier fight Elbert pulled Alfons into the bed with him. Alfons let himself be dragged into Elbert's crushing embrace. Was he trying to crush his ribs as revenge?

"You came back." He gasped into Alfons's neck. Alfons slowly returned the embrace, moving his fingers over Elbert's back in comforting circles.

"I always do." He paused before letting out a sigh.

"I'm sorry, I should have never left you here." Elbert let out a sad sob somehow clinging tighter.

"It's okay, as long as you come back." He'd always come back. Where else would he go. He'd never admit it but as long as Elbert allowed it Alfons' home was by his lord's side.

"I'm sorry." He whispered again, his own tears wetting Elbert's soft locks. "I'm so so sorry." They stayed clung to each other for what felt like hours until finally Alfons pulled back bringing his hand up to Elbert's face. Thankfully, while stained with tear marks was his features were soft again, a small sad smile on his face. He leaned into Alfons's touch, a move foreign to both of them. As he clumsily nuzzled at Alfons' gloved hands, thats when that god awful phrase was whispered.

"I love you."

Elbert mumbled it quietly before finally slipping into a peaceful slumber. But poor Alfons froze again. Realisation hit him like a cold bucket of water that soaked him to the core. As he stared at Elbert's sleeping face he knew he was in too deep. Because in his heart he knew he returned the sentiment. In that moment Alfons had one thought. Elbert had to die before him. For both their sakes.

I hope you enjoyed, feel free to discuss any headcanons and such in the notes, there's so much potential with these two imo.

[spell-cleaver]

One thing I've always wondered is how Vader didn't sense either Luke (or Leia's for that matter) force presence on the first death star. I guess he was super caught up in with the whole "I sense the old coot who cut off my limbs amd left me to burn" thing, but I like to think obi-wan was masking the pair by just being obnoxiously loud with the force (the force equivalent of him walking into a room with multiple air horns and a boom box blasting away)

Wow, I had THOUGHTS about this one.

Honestly? I'm not a fan of the assumption in a lot of fic and by fans that it's super easy to passively sense someone in the Force. I have used it myself, of course, but I say from experience it restricts writing a lot while... not actually having a ton of backing in the films? (I'm referring to the films here, not to any other media, just because when I want to analyse lore, I only take them as canon; when I'm just looking for cool worldbuilding for a fic, though, anything goes.)

It's not just Leia that Vader doesn't sense on the Death Star. He doesn't sense Luke either, even though Luke is right there screaming when Vader kills Obi-Wan. It's more of an issue with Leia ofc because he literally used the mind probe on her but only finds that "her resistance... is considerable". An easy answer is that I headcanon Leia is a naturally good shielder, which is why she was never found on the Death Star and also why all of the Jedi in ROTS were surprised there were two babies - Leia had been naturally shielding herself, so they just sensed Luke.

But if we go more in-depth into the films' representations of the Force, Vader only senses Luke when he's actively chasing him as a pilot; he comments that "The Force is strong with this one" only when Luke is using the Force to aim and fire his shot. For me, this implies that you can only sense other Force users powerfully or distinctly when they're actively using the Force. I know why fic prefers not to go that way - I for one have used the "Vader senses Luke immediately" plot to get Luke captured many a time - but it's a fun thing to consider. Also, the Force is a soft magic system. It does functionally whatever the story needs it to.* Which is why Vader can sense Luke approaching Endor in ROTJ when Palpatine couldn't, but he had to be told by an officer when Luke's ship was approaching Cloud City in ESB.** There are many examples where a Force user just didn't sense someone else. Luke not sensing Yoda in ESB, Obi-Wan not sensing Dooku's presence on Geonosis, the Jedi non sensing Maul in TPM, the Jedi not sensing Palpatine for the whole prequel trilogy.

You could argue that those examples are of trained Force wielders shielding themselves, but I would argue that Qui-Gon can't sense Anakin in TPM. He doesn't show interest in Anakin until after they've left Watto's shop and Anakin starts talking to him. Anakin is the literal son of the Force and the most powerful Force wielder ever, but Qui-Gon was talking to Watto for a while without batting an eyelash at the small supernova in his shop. He didn't start to suspect until he heard about his racing, his instincts, spoke to him to notice his insights. Then still he spoke to Shmi about him to confirm his suspicions that "he can see things before they happen", watched him while he flew, and took a midichlorian count. I think the Force might well have been nudging Qui-Gon to look at Anakin, to suspect something, but I don't think he sensed Anakin himself as Force sensitive - at least, not immediately. Which is how I think you can explain all the instances of people going "I felt his presence." They were either using the Force, or familiar as Force sensitives to the person sensing them, or the Force wielder in general had an instinct that there was something special about this person, I should pay attention...

This has been a long ramble, but the short answer is: I headcanon Leia as naturally good at shielding. I think it fills multiple Star Wars plot holes.***

But I think it's also worth interrogating the fact that fandom seems to approach and conceptualise of the Force as a hard magic system, with clearly defined rules, rather than the soft magic system it is.**** Anything goes in Star Wars! It can be annoying if the writing doesn't sell it well enough, but I really love that aspect of the worldbuilding. And considering that the Force is a big fat plot device as well as giving people magical instincts for things that are Plot Relevant and things that aren't, I think it's a lot more interesting to consider that the Force isn't a superpower that lets you sense everything. Vader didn't detect Leia simply because he didn't. Sometimes they fail to do that. And it allows you to show growth in character and situation when that fact changes. Vader doesn't sense Luke in ANH until he's Plot Relevant to Vader's personal story. He doesn't sense Luke until he's fighting him in ESB. But in ROTJ, once they're both invested in their relationship and fated to meet, they're drawn together like stars caught in a mutual orbit.

That's the explanation I prefer. Because although it's less consistent, it's not unbelievable. It leaves uncertainty, mysticism, the chance for exploration in the galaxy. And most importantly, it tells a damn good story. Which, while this may not be true of people who love collecting lore and figuring the galaxy out, is ultimately what I'm here for.

*This is why so many random new powers can get added and explored in later movies and such, and also why I don't really get het up about it when they do add them. It just depends how you incorporate that new power. Usually, if a villain suddenly has a new power no one knew about (like Palpatine's lightning in ROTJ) it just ups the stakes, while if a hero suddenly has a new power it can feel like it cheapens their victory, like they haven't earned it; a deus ex machina. So messing about with Force powers is fine, it just depends how you incorporate them in the story.

**Admittedly this can be explained by the bond being formed when Luke learned the truth, but you know what I mean.

***I was only talking about the movies here, but there's also that moment in the Kenobi series where she's captured by Inquisitors and still no one notices she's Force sensitive??? There's just a lot of moments like this littered all over Star Wars, so this headcanon covers a lot of them.

****I kept using the terms hard/soft magic system without really explaining it here, but here's some good videos to dig into it: Soft Magic Systems | Hard Magic Systems

[burningcheese-merchant]

I have. A few things to say! First of all, thank you for writing for here (and there, but I do not have an AO3)! I’m very in much love with someone going crazy for another and *mwah* do you do it right and justice! That said, prioritize yourself! Drink water! Eat! Do not burn out, and do not feel pressured to do stuff! I hope that your spark burns for long after this fandom!

Thank you so, so much for your kind words! I know you sent multiple asks, so I'm going to try to respond to the first two in one post, if that's ok! (I'll answer the PitayaFire one separately)

Don't you know that the truest, most profound kind of love is born not beneath the soft, pale light of the full moon, not in the sound of a pair's steps as they dance the night away, not within the warmth and security of a tender embrace, but within the walls of the solitary confinement cell in the "dangerous and violent" housing section of a psych ward? LOL jk. It's really fun writing a lovesick/obsessed person for some reason. I don't have this dynamic for any of my other ships, this is the first time I've opted to explore a darker, more uncomfortable and unstable route/interpretation of a "relationship" and it's honestly been a blast lol. (I DO also ship mutual BurningCheese, but under specific conditions, AKA Burning Spice has a redemption arc and GC falls for him on her own. I just can't justify them being together if he's still evil. So long as he is, the love is one-sided)

I really am grateful for your compliments and encouragement. I've got a super big and important BurningCheese fic in the oven rn, but I do need to actually focus on real life for a bit, so it'll be some time. I'll be posting drabbles on here and a fic or two on AO3 where BS is NOT dangerously insane, just a regular asshole who's down bad lol

You can rest assured that my crazy diamond will continue shining on long after I get tired of these games about talking cookies. I always loved writing, it's my favorite hobby and it's my only way of expressing my creativity since I can't draw to save my life. I actually have a 100% original work I've been tinkering with for a loooong time, but I always wanted that story to be told in comic form, and to do that... I have to learn to draw lol. (And that's... a really big mountain to climb. I want to climb it more than anything, but I don't know if I can. Feels like I keep slipping and falling on my ass every time I try to take and retake the first step on the first rock, you know? Idk how anyone does it, honestly...) In any case, I'm truly grateful for you and everyone else who bothers to look at my work and actually thinks it's good for some reason

Did you see that gacha animation though 👀 The way BS is looking at her 👀 y'all can't tell me he ain't thirsty. Look at that twinkle in his eye. Look at that smile. He wants to tear up more than just those wings, I'm telling you 👀 Shadow Milk is a silly billy, he thinks puppet shows and gaslighting are how you flirt with people. Mystic Flour is probably just like "what. What is this. Who is this man. Why is he handsome. Why do I feel this way. Emotions are futile. Love is ephemeral. I will not stray from the path. I will trap him in my mind prison and torture him. That will fix it. He will surrender to apathy. He will return my soul jam. He will see how smart and correct I am. Cloud Haetae will sing my praises to him until he believes them. Yes. That is what will happen. Victory is mine. I am Very Normal about this." Burning Spice? Down horrendous. Down crazy. When GC is there, it's like no one else is in the room. Won't stop smiling. Only mentions the Soul Jam once, focuses on her specifically the whole rest of the time. First real thing he says to her is how much she impresses him. Throws a tantrum after their fight essentially because she didn't step on him hard enough. Down bad. Down bad. Down bad. Ain't no way he isn't. You can't change my mind

Sorry for rambling. TL;DR: Yo Socrates, it's a fucking cookie (also thank you for your support)

[rebel-hunk-enjoyer]

I want to know everything about the WIP game, that's so unfair! :'''''( Okay, I'm currenly most curious about "Kallus is soft" and/or "grippy sock vacay". If someone has already asked about these, then "Agent Kallus - former Agent, now just Kallus", pretty please :D

Ahhhh, thank you!!! 😭😭 I want to talk about all of these and like hopefully get inspired to finish them but I'm worried that would be a long rambling monster of a post lmao

So, um. "Kallus is soft"!

This is my very first attempt as writing Rebels fic - from 2021!?! - and is still sitting unfinished but started life as my attempt to wax poetic about Kallus putting on some weight after defecting and ended up coming out more as a Kallus being hard on himself for feeling feelings and letting those feelings guide his judgment. (I think the physical softness was going to come later. And there was definitely going to be some get together with Zeb, too.)

But the part I actually managed to write is set while Rex and Kallus are in command of the Ghost during the Lothal operation, because I honestly love the idea of Rex and Kallus unexpectedly getting along, and features a very cute lil alien OC and it's only like 1400 words so I'm just going to put it all here!

Please enjoy soft Kallus and Grandpa Rex and Nej the Soon to be Parent.

It began with an off-handed comment.

“Guess I’m going soft already,” he said dryly, more to the ethereal glow of the hyperspace lane that streaked past than to the clone seated next to him in the cockpit. 

“Eh?” Rex had asked, as if his ears weren’t just as keen as the day he was decanted from his growth tube. When no response was immediately forthcoming, the former trooper pinned him down with a pointed, “What’s that, Alex?”

Kallus, who had been trying his best to disavow ownership of the comment, started a bit upon hearing his given name. Just as Rex knew he would, as unaccustomed to hearing it said aloud as he would be after years of Imperial service.

“I said: ‘guess I’m going soft already,’” Kallus repeated, his inflection colored with just a touch more ironic humor than he allowed before.

“What? For plotting the fastest course back?” Rex wondered, giving his white beard a thoughtful scratch as he pored over the Ghost’s navigation console, as if checking Kallus’ work and attempting to root out whatever fault was to be found there.

“Indeed,” Kallus admitted. “A few more hyperspace jumps would better mask our trail.”

“But would add half a cycle to the journey,” Rex said, not in disagreement. “We’ve been running ourselves ragged on this supply haul. No shame in wanting to get to our off rotation a bit faster.”

Isn’t there? Kallus wanted to ask. Hurrying toward leisure time, rather than duty, was nothing to pride oneself in, even if he did plan to utilize his to the fullest extent by servicing their borrowed ship. 

Rex, used to receiving either silence or non-committal hums from his unlikely companion, went on undaunted. “Besides,” he said, his tone light and conversational as he shifted to put his feet up on a corner of the navigation console, “I assumed you picked the route most likely to alert the Empire of our presence.”

It was an accusation so well-worn that Kallus was more intimately familiar with the ceiling of the Ghost’s cockpit than he was its controls, rolling his eyes each time the old trooper questioned his true loyalties. Suspicion of his intentions in joining the Rebellion, at least as far as Rex was concerned, dissipated almost as soon as he changed seats with the clone upon Hera handing over temporary custody of the Ghost to them, but Rex seemed to have taken it upon himself to continuously jab at Kallus’ own insecurities about his questioned loyalty until he had formed quite the thick skin over what was once a sore spot.

“Yes, well, you’ve locked me out of hyperspace communication, Captain,” Kallus answered dryly, “so now I can only hope to catch some Imperial deck officer’s attention on a flyby.”

Rex huffed out a short laugh. “Thought so,” he retorted. “Good thing I rerouted us while you weren’t looking.”

“You didn’t!” Kallus challenged immediately, lurching forward to check the routing coordinates.

“No, but if you cared all that much about ‘going soft,’ you wouldn’t mind if I had,” Rex countered. He wore smug better than most clones Kallus had met, despite having the same features. 

“A fair point,” the former ISB agent admitted as he deflated over the controls. 

Rex tucked both arms behind his head to cushion its recline as he settled in for the first leg of their jump. The seat creaked as he shifted his backside into it and he exhaled a satisfied sigh upon finding the perfect position to rest his weary bones into. “Nej worrying you just about to death, eh?”

Nej, one of the volunteer crew Rex and Kallus took on for the supply runs while Hera’s crew was besieged on Lothal, was chiefly composed of worries, it seemed, and had somehow mastered the fine art of spreading those worries to empathetic beings in their general vicinity. 

“Well, their partner is ... ” Kallus began, but ultimately waved one hand in a fruitless gesture.

“ ... about to pop one out,” Rex agreed with the gesture, sounding only vaguely haunted by the concept of biological reproduction. He appeared to be conceptually fine with it, in theory, but a little uncertain about the same things that made Kallus go from verbal to gestural. 

“Yes,” Kallus agreed. “About to - that.”

“I’d say it’s rather kind of you to give a wampa’s tit about getting back in a hurry,” Rex admitted. “Either for Nej’s sake or ours having to listen to them.”

Here, Kallus injected his typical non-committal noise, neither agreeing or disagreeing with the compliment Rex paid. 

It wasn’t until he had settled in with his datapad to catch up on some reading that Rex ventured past the noise to question, “Anything wrong with being soft, Alex?”

There was his given name again, hooking his attention as effortlessly as, he was told, Rex and his brothers once used Garazeb to bait a joopa. Rex was a decent fisherman, all told.

“Generally, no,” Kallus answered, focusing his eyes on the datapad but his attention on keeping his tone of voice neutral.

“But personally?”

It was truly devastating how Rex’s weapons proficiency extended all the way to verbal sparring.

“But, personally,” Kallus repeated the question before daubing his own honesty onto it, “I would prefer not to be.”

The old clone turned the tables on him, then, offering up just a solitary noise in response.

But it was not a non-committal noise. 

Far from it, in fact. 

Rex had exhaled a little ‘huh’ of astonished confirmation, as if he’d read Kallus’ response in the tarine leaves at the bottom of a teacup before Kallus spoke them aloud.

Kallus knew better than to outright ask what that kind of response was supposed to mean, even if it began to eat at him during the long moments of silence that stretched out between them following it. Gradually, he began to focus on the information the datapad provided, while Rex either contemplated the play of hyperspace light on the backs of his eyelids or helped himself to a short nap. The cockpit grew quiet, apart from the soft ambient noise of the engines that Kallus only imagined thrummed in time with the blue streaks of hyperspace beyond the forward window. 

“Sir?” came a soft voice from the hatch leading out into the interior corridor of the ship.

Kallus glanced up from his reading, seeing Nej backlit by the harsh light behind them. “What is it, Nej?” he asked, though not unkindly.

“Any chance we’ll be back to base before next cycle?” Nej wondered. They were always a little more level in their dealings with Kallus. Hopefully, he told himself, because he was an unknown quantity and not a potential Imperial agent within their midst.

“Yes, Nej,” Kallus answered, fondly exasperated by the question. “We’re taking the shorter route home. You’ll be back in time.” He had to concentrate on keeping his hand from making that same vague biological reproduction gesture he’d made at Rex to illustrate what, exactly, Nej would be in time for.

Whatever internal mechanism by which Nej lived their life flipped at the news and turned their compact muscular frame into something akin to the fireworks display Kallus was caught up in the middle of last Empire Day. Bright, cheerful, and a tad dangerous in its intense proximity. “Star’s end!” Nej declared, thumping a hand on the bulkhead between the cockpit and corridor. “You’re the best, Captain Kallus!”

Kallus heard Rex suck in a slightly louder breath in response to the thump, confirming that he’d taken to napping through the long lull in their conversation. It still took him a few moments to open his eyes and glance down at the controls to confirm the time and their position.

“Not at all,” Kallus assured Nej, deftly deflecting the hyperbolic compliment. “Fuel gauge was in your and Vyna’s favor, that’s all.”

Nej still looked like their round, cheerful face might not have enough room to contain the fullness of their smile. “That was lucky!” 

“It was,” Kallus answered. He gave Nej quite enough time to enjoy the moment of knowing they would be back to base in time to witness the birth of their offspring, before adding, “You’ll be able to finish the manifest in time, won’t you?”

“Yes, sir!” confirmed Nej, giving a snappy and thoroughly unnecessary salute before turning back to follow the main corridor to the cargo hold.

Kallus returned to his reading, scrolling back a couple of paragraphs to reorient himself in the chapter, though it was difficult to concentrate once he noticed out of the corner of his eye that Rex was grinning just about as widely as Nej had been.

“Plenty of fuel,” Rex noted casually.

“I know,” Kallus replied.

“Nothing wrong with being soft,” Rex added after a beat, as if noting the weather.

Kallus opened his mouth to respond curtly, but an abrupt huff of laughter escaped him, instead.

“I’ll take that under advisement,” he said, instead.

[sassy-bi-latina]

I have a new ramble incoming that might get me in deep waters with some bl stans. I'm sorry, I TRULY mean this with no hate.

First and foremost, I want to say I in NO WAY, SHAPE OR FORM mean hate towards Fourth nor Gemini

Context:

If you know me, you know I'm a ff reader, if you don't know me, well now you do. I mainly use AO3.

I'm currently watching 23.5 degrees, I love it so I went to read some fics.

There are 115 fics under the show's tag. I got excited thinking people work fast, absolutely not realizing the pilot trailer was out in 2022. I knew I've been waiting. I just didn't realize how long.

Previously to 2024, there were only 3 Ongsa fics.

Okay I'm rambling here and I'm not gonna edit the post. I write as I think.

So this is the context. Which brings me to my point.

I'm actually happy Fourth and Gemini are not part of the project anymore. I don't know them as actors. But I'm sure they would have done great. But I'm glad they aren't here.

As I said, there's 115 fics in total as of right now, Sunday 31st of March, but once you filter out Night/North you are left with 37, and that still leaves you with some other mlm tags. If you filter those out, you're left with 22. TWENTY. TWO. fics in TOTAL. And excuse me but I find that sad. And you might think, oh maybe you filter out some Ongsa/Sun fics when filtering everyone else. Yeah, I did, like 3 where they weren't main. And not even the ones left are only theirs but they're sapphic ships of the show. It's 25% of the totality of the fics made, in a show THEY ARE STARING.

Look, I'm the first to say, ship whoever you want, don't let canon cut your wings. I'm okay with people shipping, I'm happy people love something so much they decide to make art about it.

And this post isn't about going against these two actors or their fan base. It's mostly a I'm tired post.

I'm tired that sapphics in media always come second or third or whatever place but never first. Not even in their own shows. It's discouraging.

I'm tired of popular sapphic shows in western media getting cancelled left and right. I'm tired of barely there rep in the asian countries' media I watch. I'm tired of being shadowed by the latest pretty mlm couple.

So yeah, I'm happy they're not here. I know their fans could have brought more views which is a bonus. But I feel we would have media flowing with people talking about them and we want companies that GLs can have the same pull.

I'm happy that we still have gay men rep because I don't want that being pushed aside. But I prefer this approach where the focus are not one but two sapphic couples.

I also like that the boys aren't models and that they look nerdy. And soft and just, I just like this approach better.

If you read all this, thanks!! If you read all this and you're a fic writer. Continue that fic you left forgotten or are unsure to finish. You're marvelous and I love you. Y'all kept me sane during hard times.

Final note, I want to remind, once again, no hate to the actors nor their fanbase.

I also don't know how much sense this all made. Sorry for that.