#fun fact her mom hated this bby face of hers

[pentacass]

solistre 5/x

[petrichoraline]

wait stay by my side is good??? and no one told me??? or maybe i keep confusing stay by side and stay with me lol

as someone who is all caught up on both shows - they're both fun 😄

this ask is from three days ago when I talked about how stay by my side (taiwanese show about a boy who can hear ghosts and the guy who gives him a break through touch) had a very fun sixth episode. i wasn't into the show that much but ep.6 gave me some heart-fluttering moments and cute angst that I neither took seriously nor disliked - it was fun for me because of the execution, the fact I don't take anything happening in the show to heart and because the show is short enough so I sensed a resolution was coming very soon 😁

now ive seen episode 7 as well and I can say 6 is definitely my fave. the conflicts are predictable, theres nothing really new but thats what goves you the safe feeling - you dont risk breaking your heart watching it haha. i'd recommend this in case you want a quick sweet watch with "cute silly boy denying his feelings" and "cold rude guy turned passionate suitor". it's the lightest watch i've seen in a while and it's my palette cleanser these days (everything I watch is angsty apparently and the angst supreme™️ trio of loa, of and dr hasn't even reared its ugly head yet lol)

stay with me (the og title of which I find real cute: "gege, don't run") is as far as I know a remake of addicted - a chinese bl that was Very direct in regards to what it's about and therefore got canceled AND banned and the main actors - banned from interacting with each other on tv or at public events for years; I thought swm would be a story set in the same universe or smth but as I watched the first episode I kept getting deja vu until I realised it's the same plot lol

it's about two teens whose dad and mom, respectively, got together - the boys claim to hate each other before they even meet, then fate brings them together without them recognizing each other and shenanigans ensue. it's about found family, finding common ground with parents you can't communicate with, about forgiveness and acceptance. the characters are very lovable <3 the crew is doing their best fighting censorship so it's very clear that the couple are not just bros. they can't, however, do what addicted did so many might prefer the 2016 show. I, personally, was not a fan of the mains in that - wu bi is too possessive for me in this version but his predecessor was Something Else

it's a very standard modern mainland china show. the reason im mentioning this is because of clips on tt and having not seen a cdrama in a while, i had the impression itd be more like a taiwanese or korean bl. the editing, dubbing, bizarrely cut scenes - nothing new in cdrama land. i was wondering if I would recommend it but I think I would, yes. some coincidences and plot points are just so beyond belief that you'd roll your eyes but it's not smth unheard of when it comes to asian dramas haha and I think you'd get so caught up in the angst, domesticity and hunting down hints spread around like easter eggs that you just won't mind the convenient plots (if you would care bout such a thing in the first place)

I'm doing a bad job at promoting this show but I do want more people to see it. the cast is perfect imo (..except for duo duo, I'm sorry but that bby cannot act..her face and aura suit the character though), the sets are all amazing (I like the school, I like su yu's home, I like the shared space later on etc.etc., all decor is very well picked and pleasant to the eye) and the moral of the story is heartwarming, its execution too.

you get passionate hot-headed athletic rich boy who's crazy for his equally smitten furrow-browed genius humble guy - they both value family and each other very much and are willing to do everything for those close to them. it's very endearing and their dynamic is swoonworthy, they're a complete power couple.

(also, spoiler, you get enemies to friends to lovers which is pretty neat)(the spark is there from day 1 tho)

EDIT: i wrote this before the final two episodes were released so disclaimer - POST FINALE SPOILER: if you don't like open endings, esp distressing ones, i don't advise you watch it now - better wait for a secure second season

[shinebrightlikeanarwhal]

Random SF ideas

It has a lot of Travis ships because that's my feral lil bby. I'm having fun keeping him from bullying people by bullying him instead lol

Every time he enters school Sal mutters “anything can happen in the Bronx”. Todd is the only one that doesn’t understand.

Travis is emotionally constipated and will take it out on others, but later do small things as his form of apologizing. Philip and his mother are the only people that understand him and understand why. Sal thinks he may be bipolar and Larry has probably called him the r-slur under his breath. (Stinky boy probably would say it openly if not for Sal's disdain for that word).

Maple and Travis bonding over jewelry and make up. Travis won’t admit it to anyone but her but he likes the way Maple accessorizes. Obligatory Chug appreciation to keep on her good side, later forms a healthy and wholesome friendship.

Travis and Larry fight verbally. It doesn’t get physical unless Larry loses control and shoved Travis. This prompting a snarky reminder that Larry is no better than Travis’ own father. They cuddle and fall asleep later tho, after Sal puts them in their get along corner.

Nicknames. Travis’ weakness is nicknames. Lisa discovers this and shows Larry and Sal who abuse this power. Travis’ tan cheeks are bright red anytime he’s out public with them because of their stupidly sweet nicknames. Their go to for reactions are baby(boy), sweetheart and bottom

Shameless PDA when Sal is jealous. Travis learns the hard way how easy it is to make him jealous when a hand is in his waist and holding him close to the shorter. Fingers tracing any exposed skin to keep Travis focused on him. Sorry Lar, you took up too much Travis time..

Travis’ mom being an absolute babe. Apple if her eye is her sweet boy. Probably passed while he was young and had to watch him grow in that unhealthy environment.. maybe reaches out to Sal for help since he’s more intuitive. Def terrifies Larry a couple times as a prank. He hit her son, bully or not, it just felt right to braid his hair to his bed post a couple times and paint his nasty thoughts on his chest.

Travis hates surprises and loud noises because of his father. They don’t learn that until they throw a surprise birthday party with cheering and loud pops of confetti balloons, his panic attack damn near gave him a heart attack. (He refused to accept apologies for something they didn’t know. Instead demanding they spoil him for the rest of the week as compensation for his hospital trip on his birthday)

I said it once, and I’ll say it again. Service. Animals. Mr. Phelps legally obligated to give him a service animal and Travis is somewhat saved from Kenneth's abuse. Taking more time outside for walks (the dog can’t bare letting Travis stay in the house for long with his father home). He genuinely bonds with other students over his new dog (the dog allowing contact when not in uniform but if Travis’ needs are present will attach itself to Travis’ hip.

Religious trauma and coping. Because PLS, can we please address the amount of abuse because of the Bible?? That boy may stay and follow the proper words of his lord. Or he could detach himself from the church entirely (especially because of the cult!)

Travis ships: Salvis and Larvis

Asked out: Oh. Oh no. How did they fall for Travis?!? What did they do to find that feral little kitten so cute?? Was it they dyed hair? The dresses when he shows off more legs than they anticipated? Him apologizing and changing for the better?? What happened to him to make him so interesting!? Sal absolutely starts approaching Travis cautiously. Taken aback when he's greeted with a warm smile and compliments. They start to grow as friends and spend time together often. Sharing eachother with their friend groups and on their own. It takes a couple of years before Sal nervously asks Travis if he would be interested in getting closer. Travis doesn't understand and Sal just awkwardly blurts out if he would try dating him... for an experiment or anything. Travis is excited, he wants to be closer and happily hugs onto Sal as his answer.

Larry is a lot ore aggressive. Cornering Travis and glaring down at him. Demanding to know what his game is. Travis doesn't fight he just nervously asks if Larry hates him. Larry almost says he does but gets distracted by the trembling and cowering kitten before him. Fuck, he can't possibly hate Travis. Larry instead starts approaching Travis. At first Travis is afraid that Larry will hit him if he doesn't like something he does. Larry hates to admit it, but Travis infested his mind. Dreams were no longer sacred when teenage hormones and a new love interest were involved. Many a times he had to look away when Travis were a particular skirt or dress because his dreams seemed to run rampant with those items. When they finally talk, Travis initiates it. He Pushes Larry into a bathroom stall and demands he explain himself. He's staring at him like a piece of meat and following him around. Larry is scaring HIS friends. Larry doesn't even hesitate to pounce on Travis. Mouth to mouth and hands on ass. Travis surprised but kinda into it allows the kiss until Larry gets too handsy. He returns to his friends with an angry red hand print on his cheek. It takes a month of apologizing Travis finally agrees to give Larry a chance. (Larry tells his mom and dances around the apartment that night)

First kiss failures: Larry got too into the kiss and starts feeling up the poor boy. Sal pecks him in his sleep and never tells Travis. He just happily holds the memory of kissing his sleeping princess.

First dates: Larry tries to show Travis the fun things to do in this sleepy little town. Travis is excited just to go anywhere other than church and school. At first there are a few hiccups, maybe weather, maybe places are crowded or cancelled. But it still ends well with the boys passed out in the truck, snuggled under a blanket Larry stores with a big smile on their face. Sal is much more romantic. Candles and flowers. Dresses up nice and styles his hair in a neat bun. He wants to impress Travis and assert he can be the man for him by presenting more masculine (Travis snorts and tells him even in a dress Sal could fight a bear). Its a simple dinner at home with Gizmo as their lazy server, sleeping on the couch in a little suit. The night ends well with the boys enjoying a night stroll and admiring the calm and almost desolate surroundings of Nockfell.

First Times: Sal does NOT expect Travis to offer it. In fact, he almost shattered his favorite mug with the tight grip he put on it. Travis thinks this means Sal doesn't want him, but no nono, Sal wants it/ He wants Travis bad. That simp wastes no time scurrying to their room, cleaning his bed and all necessary items are prepared. He was well stocked for... college purposes, but Travis offering to give Sal his first?? (Yes. He did a victory dance and scream in the tree house when he thought he was alone.)

First Time: Larry would waste no time, grabbing Travis and making sure, this is what he wants. Larry may sleep around before they got together but he would never expect Travis to offer his first time so soon. Travis agreeing and Larry in tears hugging onto the confused man. He has never been so gentle with a partner and savored every second, sound and action. It may not have been Larry's first but he was more than happy to say it was his best. Larry would 100% scream to Sal about it later though. He is a man that appreciates his partner and would be an aftercare fiend. Relishing in any reactions Travis gives him while massages and treats the poor tired bum.

Living together: Hell hath no fury like Travis on cleaning day. The boys no not to be in his way if he has his cleaning apron and swiffer. The only one allowed to interrupt his most sacred day is Gizmo and any animals they adopt. Larry has to moderate his metal music or sleep on the porch, he tried to test Travis and found the porch uncomfortable during a rainstorm. No ghost hunting after 11pm. If you even think Travis will allow you in the house after hunting ghosts he will promptly pack your bags and ship them off to your parents. Sal has his own room dedicated entirely to clothes and accessories. His prosthetics he tries to hide at first but after a harsh scolding from Travis (while he literally hand cleans every single prosthetic so Sal doesn't get an infection) Sal starts putting them away where he feels comfortable and clean. They don't expect Travis to be semi nude half the time. Especially before they marry and start a family, no pants. Never wearing pants. Larry hams up the free skin. Sal is too embarrassed of his sinful thoughts.

Proposals: Travis would be terrified of marriage after what happened to his mother. If they were to propose they ould make sure he is fully comfortable and settled in their new life. They would make sure he is loved and never feels any of the fear his father had instilled in him. Larry mentions marriage in passing to gauge his reaction. Ig Travis tenses, he kills the conversation and instead distracts Travis. If Travis reacts positively he would sneak a ring on his finger and just smirk until Travis realizes and smiles. Sal =, however, is sneaky. Keeping close tabs on Travis. If Travis starts showing signs of interest, he would 100% plan the biggest proposal for Travis and make sure he feels cherished during every moment.

[genesisrose74]

Christmas With the Karasuno Boys (HC’s)!!

Part 2: Kageyama, Hinata, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Kinoshita, & Narita

Part 1 (Daichi, Suga, Asahi, Nishinoya, Tanaka, & Ennoshita) here!

A/n: Tumblr said my word count was too much so I’m splitting this bad boi up into two parts :p Enjoy!!

*****

Kageyama

This boy has a secret soft side for Christmas istg

He HATES showing it to other people on his team and shit

But holy bejeezus he is mesmerized by the holiday in every way possible

Lights, sweets, snow, just like,,, the general magic of December is the most awe-inspiring thing to him

Since he is still a sporty and pretty active mofo, you decided to fuel that on your holiday-themed date as Kags had noted that he’d never gone sledding before

Your jaw was on the FLOOR when he first told you because he would 10000% enjoy the hell out of it

And so you dragged him out to this popular sledding hill that you frequented as a child and taught him what to do

Not gonna lie, he was kind of nervous

“Well you’re experienced at it. I don’t wanna mess up”

🥺🥺🥺 bubby

“You won’t, Tobio! I can already tell you’re gonna be a sledding pro”

Feels a little better after that, but he asks you to help him out for his first run down the hill

He sits behind you with his arms secured snugly around your waist and his head nestled on top of your shoulder

Which would probably seem really funny to passerby because this boy is tol and intimidating in most other situations

As soon as the sled started down, Kags tightened his grip and made this cute little yelp of surprise

But you were laughing insanely hard at the combination of going really fast downhill whilst also having your boyfriend cling to you for dear life

And then when the sled stopped safely at the bottom he started to chuckle

FULL ON, GENUINE SOUND OF ENJOYMENT

That shit is rare

Y’all stayed at that hill for half the day because it was so fun

You got him a new, very high quality athletic roller for Christmas because his old one was just not cutting it anymore

And you also gave him this really cute bracelet with a volleyball, his jersey number, and a little strawberry milk set of charms attached to it

It matched this really pretty and subtle chain he’d bought for your birthday

His blueberry eyes got all wide with affection dfjdskfjsdk—

Got super blushy and couldn’t get a handle on his speech for a fat minute

He thinks you’re the coolest person ever no I do not take criticism

Geez you’re both adorable together, ideal “stoic boy becomes warmer during the holidays around his love” movie plot and I love it

Hinata

He is all in on Christmas. Not a chance this boy doesn’t get excited as hell

Will openly go into holiday mode as soon as November is over

Was secretly already listening to his Christmas playlist before then

He is one of the sweetest gift givers, that is FACTUAL

If you want something really badly, he will take notice and get it as your present immediately

He’ll also gift you an extra thing that’s handmade 🥺

Like some pastries that his mom helped him make, or a specially made basket of soaps with your favorite scents in it

It’s absolutely adorable and you cherish those ones especially

Is happy if you simply get him something; mans doesn’t care what it is

New practice volleyball? A brand new sweatshirt? Elated either way

You had seen an advertisement for a friendly match between Japan and Poland’s men’s volleyball teams, so you waited online on the ticket sales website until the minute it opened

Spoiler alert: you got some banger seats 😌✨

Shoyo may or may not have tackled you when he read the ticket details, letting out his excited giggle (you know the one)

“I can’t believe you got these, angel! You’re coming with me, right? You’ve gotta! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Gives you sweet little kisses between each individual ‘thank you’

“Of course I’ll go with you, Sho! I’m really glad you like it!”

He will give you the brightest smile of all time — that shit makes Christmas lights pale in comparison

“Have I told you how much I love you?”

RIGHT BACK AT YOU BBY

Hold his hands to warm up together when temperatures drop pls :)))

It’s become a weekly December tradition to watch a Christmas movie with Natsu at the Hinata household

She’ll sit in your lap while the three of you are cuddled under a blanket together, and Shoyo will lace his fingers with yours all discreetly

In conclusion, I am a sucker for holiday Hinata 🥺🥺🥺

Tsukishima

His room is decorated to the very minimum simply because his mom and brother had insisted on him being festive

You know those holiday instrumentals that are really calming and jazzy and stuff? Yeah, that’s the only Christmas music he will tolerate in his house

While he’s still got his usual icy demeanor, this blond bitch does get slightly less snippy with the Karasuno boys

Is always on the nose with getting you the exact thing you wanted for a present

Like,,, TO THE SMALLEST DETAIL

You don’t even have to bring that shit up beforehand, he just KNOWS

“Tsukki, how did you—?”

“It’s pretty obvious, with the way that one ad kept showing up on your phone.”

b r u h

How does he pay such good attention without even letting on??

As for his own present, you’ll usually get him two: one gag gift and one more serious gift

His dino plush collection size is partly due to the former’s contributions this time of year

Yes the dinos have names

You exchanged gifts on Christmas Eve with all the team (you made him go) and he saved your more serious one for last

It was a scarf that you’d gotten custom made, which had a Spotify code knitted into the fabric

Scanning the code opened the app to a playlist you’d created especially for him

He got pretty quiet when figuring it out and scrolling through the playlist

Would let out a certified Tsukki Nose Exhale™ when he came across certain songs

The more subdued reaction was expected because it’s Tsukishima

His little chuckles and warmer eyes were enough of a giveaway to tell you he very much enjoyed your gift

But on the walk home, he took the scarf and wrapped it around you both, and then brought his arm around your waist

“Thank you.”

You deadass almost combusted because it was so unexpected??

“You’re welcome. Merry Christmas, Kei”

Way to respond calm and collected 😌👍

But on the inside your body was in freak out mode

He wears the scarf all the time jdfsklfjdsk

Yamaguchi

Take the most tooth rotting fluff you could imagine

And then double that and put a fucking cherry on top

That’s the equivalent of what Christmas is like with Yama Yama

Y’all are like kids in a candy store — literally

For your Christmas dates it’s all about sweets and shared giggles, so frequent trips to the candy and baking isles of the grocery store is a must

Making gingerbread houses, peppermint tasting (mostly trying those different and wild ass candy cane flavors), you name it and it’s there

Stomach aches? I don’t know her

Yeah you do but they go away with enough butterfly kisses 🥰

Tadashi is exceptionally good at decorating gingerbread houses for whatever reason

He put a poll on his instagram between yours and his final products and he won by a landslide

It’s not like yours was necessarily bad, more like he’s just an icing master

You also might have eaten too many gumdrops which left your rooftop lacking in ✨spice✨

But it’s okay because Tadashi donated some of his leftovers to you

He’s such a sweetheart uwu

Please for the love of everything get him something heartfelt as his present

You know those long distance bracelets for couples?

Basically if your s/o taps the icon on the bracelet it’ll send a little vibration to the other person’s as a notice that you’re thinking about them

This boy seeks constant reassurance, and you love to give him his deserved love and validation, so it was the perfect present

It takes a second for him to figure out what it is, but after reading the directions and testing it out, the most adorable smile erupted on his face

And then since you already had yours on, he tapped the little icon again with a giggle

“Hey there”

It becomes common habit to tap it at least once every couple hours

GOD HE IS SO CUTE

He is just so soft this time of year, give him all the love and he will return it tenfold ☺️

Kinoshita

This boy is absolutely an awkward cutie and an avid romantic

Give him the cliches and he will eat em up, no doubt

It naturally gets more apparent around the holidays

He’ll take you on pretty winter walks, give you lots of little gifts (while blushing a hell of a lot), and is just a professional at stumbling upon some mistletoe

Wow wonder how it got there, Hisashi

He’s quite a bit more confident when simply alone with you than in a crowded space

And that definitely shows when he takes you out on a secluded sleigh ride around town

Yeah you heard me

A fuckin’ sleigh ride

Horses and blankets and everything

Don’t even ask how he managed to pull it off, because he loves watching the cogs turn in your head and simply will not give you a straight answer

Of course there’s the nice driver guy who’s there, but in the back alone Kinoshita’s confidence goes 📈📈

Lots of flirting, tons of skimmed touches and shared giggles throughout the ride

I legitimately simp really hard for him

Anyways it was a gorgeous ride through town and super fun

On Christmas Eve you both exchange gifts together and tbh whatever you got him will leave him happy and flustered regardless

But when he opens the wrapping paper to find an entire set of vintage VHS tapes, he’s stunned

He owns a VHS (actually canon!) and honestly loves it to death, and the fact that you’d get him tapes of pretty high quality for his collection meant a lot

Gosh he’s so underrated but a definite sweetheart, give him all the holiday love

Narita

Another underrated bby 🥺

He’s so chill and is pretty open to anything during the holidays, so long as he gets to spend ample time with you, his friends, and his family

Definitely more of an indoor person despite being accepting of most situations

Hence why you thought a cute little indoor winter picnic would be right up his alley

Which it absolutely was 😌✨ nice work

You’d made plans while in secret communications with his family members about the whole thing

He’d been pretty stressed lately with trying to handle his schoolwork, while also helping out others with theirs

Despite being a wonderful tutor, it was clearly becoming a bit overwhelming as he tried to grapple with so much at once

So when he came home one day to find a pristine house with you settled on a blanket in his living room, he was quite surprised

There’s a cheese plate, soda cans in a cute ice box, sandwiches, snacks, a presparked fireplace — you and his family went all out

Really adorable I cannot lie

“I thought you said you were going gift shopping today?”

“I might have maybe lied :P”

So he gives the sweetest little smile and sits across from you

Y’all stay there and talk for hours

After finally getting through everything previously laid out on the blanket spread, you slid him a little rectangular box that he looked at curiously

“Already? I haven’t wrapped yours yet!”

“Mine can wait a bit! Just open yours”

And so he does, and you watch with a face-splitting grin as he looks down in awe

You got tickets to see his favorite rock band in concert while they were on tour

He sprung onto you and pulled you into the tightest hug ever

“Holy shit you’re the best I love you so much how do you get even more loveable every day—!?!l”

It’s a jumble of words but you’re able to put it together and it makes you giggle

He deadass sprints upstairs to go get your gift and make sure that you feel as equally appreciated as he does

In simple words: wholesome holiday sweetness 🥰

[factual-fantasy]

I got 25 asks that took me WAY too long to reply to! :}

I have two top favorite episodes, the cone snail episode and the beluga whales episode.

When it comes to my favorite part of both episodes..?

..Not happy parts...

I have absolutely no idea what you just suggested.

(Referring to this post)

Thank you! That was the intention. :} I was worried that their faces all looked weird..

You want to learn more? Man.. maybe I should post that headcannon draft..

Yeah haha, this blog has taken quite the U-turn hasn’t it? I’m just glad everyone seems okay with it so far. <:} I’m excited for season 5 also! I hope it comes out soon! :D

THANK YOU, I WILL CHERISH THIS LOVE YOU HAVE GIVEN ME FOREVER

Yes and no.

Does he think of his crew as children? Absolutely not. They are all fully grown, intelligent and capable adults, and he darn well treats them like it.

But you bet that if one of them is in danger or is frightened, he’s dropping everything he’s doing and rushing to their aid as if they’re his cub that just wondered out onto the highway.

ME TOO! I always felt like he had this fatherly vibe to him with some professionalism sprinkled on top. Like he’s always looking out for his team because he cares for them and worries about them, but its kind of disguised as him just doing his job as the Captain.

I plan to draw more Protective Barnacles because its my jam, so don’t worry! That side of you will have some more fuel soon XD. And thank you for all the compliments! :}

Daww thank you, it twaz nothin. I’m just glad that people want to see my art.

Well, taking everyone into consideration, the tallest is Captain Barnacles, and the shortest is Tomminow. (This little guy 👇)

The Vegimals aside though? Peso is the shortest. 

(And thank you! I’m glad :})

Honestly? Awful. I feel like absolute garbage, I just hope this will all finally go away soon.

Not really no, and no thanks on the cookies, I shouldn’t eat anything until I get super hungry because everything gives me stomachaches.. But a hug would sure be nice right about now.

I can give you a link to their wiki pages if that’ll help, I’m not really good with my words and you can learn everything you need to know about them there. <:}

Captain Barnacles (The polar bear guy)

Kwazii (The orange pirate cat guy)

Peso (The bby Penguin doktor)

Shellington (Tall Otter boi)

Dashi (Doge girl with skirt)

Professor Inkling (Fancy squik)

Tweak (Green bunny country gal chick)

The Vegimals (Little veggie dudes)

All the Gups (Metal fishes)

The Octopod (Momma metal squik)

Whos the youngest Octonaut? Well, if we’re not including the Vegimals, I’d say its probably Peso. And the oldest is most likely Professor Inkling.

Does anyone have claustrophobia? Yes! Captain Barnacles canonically does. He got trapped in a deep hole in some icy caves as a cub, since then he’s been afraid of tight and closed in spaces. I have extended on that fact and thought of many different scenarios relating to the aftermath of the Octonauts movie, but you know.. still not confident in all this Octonauts stuff so I haven’t posted my headcannons yet. <:/

Novelas translated into English means Soap Opera.

You think so? I feel like that’s not Kwazii’s thing, he’d probably like horror movies and action filled movies. But Peso probably would like them not gonna lie, him and Dashi would probably watch them together.

Well, in my draft post I’ve got two headcannons for her so far.

Tweak likes sleeping in the launch bay for the #1 reason that she can hear the water sloshing around in the bay. Which mimics the sound the water in the swamp used to make when she lived there with her Dad.

Tweak gets bad migraines when she’s sick, so the other Octonauts have to do a lot to accommodate her. Because the beds in the med bay aren’t that soft, she prefers to sleep in her room when she’s sick. But then the usually comforting sounds of the water in the launch bay become pain inducing. So the launch bay is emptied of all its water, the lights are shut off and, unless its an emergency, no one is allowed in the launch bay until she recovers. 

I looked it up, and its true.

KWAZII WAS A GIRL IN THE BOOKS?? THEN WHY IS HE A BOY IN THE SHOW?? WHY DID THEY CHANGE THAT?? WH??? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I like this Kwazii more than I would any other version of him, but still, WHY’D THEY CHANGE THAT?? IM GLAD THEY DID BUT WHY??

Hmm.. let me think...

Captain Barnacles most likely doesn’t ever have uninterrupted free time, and even when he does, he probably still prefers to be up in HQ where anyone can find him if they need him. But lets say for the sake of it that he has some free time and he takes it. He’d probably either want to play his accordion, or want to read a book.

I feel like there’s a lot of different things Kwazii likes to do in his spare time, but goofing around in the Gup-B is probably his favorite.

Peso probably likes to do puzzles and play his xylophone.

Dashi probably reads books while listening to music. How she does both of these things at the same time I have no idea.

Tweak probably plays video games.

Professor Inkling and Shellington both probably read books in their free time.

I’m not too sure what the Vegimals would do in their free time though..

Oh yes, indeed it does. 

Before becoming the Captain of the Octonauts, Barnacles had to ask himself,  “Am I really ready to be their leader?” Can he handle managing a team of that size? Can he react to situations fast enough and make the right choices? He thought it through and believed that yes. He was ready.

But he wasn’t. He wasn't prepared for that gut wrenching anxiety when one crew member goes missing. He wasn't prepared for the crippling heat that most everywhere else has compared to his home. He wasn't prepared to become so attached to his crew that the thought of something happening to them keeps him awake for nights in a row. He wasn’t prepared for that overwhelming nausea of missing home and his sister. 

There was a lot he didn’t know. They’d all turn to him when something went wrong and ask if everything's going to be okay. He’d say “don’t worry, its all going to be okay.” but he’s just as unsure as everyone else.

Now don't get me wrong, he’s not this completely hopeless and unexperienced Captain that bit off more than he could chew, no. There’s just somethings he didn’t think about before becoming Captain of the Octonauts.

Now usually he can really keep himself composed almost always. He’s very level headed and very good at thinking his way through things, But sometimes? He just.. needs a break. He usually cant get a break because he’s the Captain and always needs to be alert, so everyone else that sees it usually tries to help.

Some crew members, like the Vegimals and Kwazii, have a habit of following the Captain around when they see that he’s tired to keep an eye on him. Others like Shellington and Dashi tend to give him space and keep things quiet for him. Some crew members, like Peso and Tweak tend to clean up around the place to take some weight off the Captains shoulders, they all help him out in some way.

Professor Inkling will sometimes find an excuse to pull him aside to have some tea with him. They’ll sit and talk for a bit but then he’s back up on his feet and back to work. This poor bear..

..hold on.. was this a drawing suggestion?

Dashi and Tweak would probably hang out in Dashi’s room and goof around. Not sure what they’d do.. maybe read, talk, play games or.. idk pillow fights? I don’t know what girls do on a girls night.

As for everyone else? I also am not sure, I don’t know what all those characters with all their clashing personalities would do on a boys night. Maybe they would all watch a movie? All attempt bake something obnoxious together? They seem like the kind of characters that would do that.

I’ve never been to a girls night or a guys night, so I don't really have much of a base to go off of.. but both groups would probably get together and do something they’d all enjoy. Guys maybe a funny movie, and the girls just talking and reading books? <:D 

For real that’d be hilarious. Imagine if their voices were deep and gruff too but they just make them sound high pitched for fun?

Dude that’d be so funny. Like Kwazii’s up to his shenanigans again blabbering on about some sea monster or what have you, and Tunip out of nowhere just goes,

“Kwazii legit stop, we all know that you’re just talking about some ordinary sea creature that pirates interpreted as a sea monster.“

The whole crew gon be like

If this game existed in their world and they all played it.....

Captain Barnacles would make it through a pacifist run and would be satisfied. He’s some kind of weirdo who doesn’t think of characters as real people and doesn’t obsess over them and cry about them. Overall he thinks the game is pretty neat, but probably not his type of game.

Kwazii would want to test his skills by attempting a genocide, but his heart of gold would get in the way and he wouldn’t be able to complete it. He’d feel terrible for killing goat mom, reset and go hard pacifist next round. Overall he thinks the game is awesome.

Peso would want to talk to every character so they’d all be included in the story. He’d go full pacifist and cry over the story and its characters. Overall 10/10 for him.

Dashi would probably cry over the game a lot and would never attempt a genocide run because the characters are now her family.

Shellington would hate the fighting parts so would delay those bits by walking around and talking to characters over and over again.

Tweak would go through a neutral run because she sometimes accidently kills weaker monsters. Overall she loves the story and its characters, 10/10 would play again.

Professor Inkling would become invested in the story I bet. Complimenting the story arcs for the characters and its creative game play. But I feel like he’d only play it once and probably wouldn’t beat it, but would have fun with it none the less.

Thank you!!!♡♡♡ Man, I never expected such a positive response to switching to Octonauts, I cant believe everyone is so excited about it! I’m so glad you like my Octonauts art, that really makes me feel better and like what I’m drawing is worth while. ɷ◡ɷ

Aww I’m glad! And oh yeah, the animals at the end were always scary. Remember the Boo the spookfish?

Boo was a cute little googly eyed fishy boi who was just so sweet and somft until the creATURE REPORT AND I-

THAT’S MY QUE TO YEET THE COMPUTER

Dawww thank you!! I tried. <:}

[renaxwrites]

Hello! Can I ask headcanons about Kuroo, Akaashi and Bokuto, who hear girls, who pretend to be friends with their girlfriend out of envy say mean things about her behind her back, and boys stand up for her? I recently got into a similar situation and need support. Thank you for your blog!

Word of Mouth

- (Kuroo, Akaashi, Bokuto)

a/n: I’m so sorry to hear that, I hope you’re okay :( I was in a tough spot like that as well, people can be so mean sometimes :(( but it gets better when you find those real friends who stand up for you. Hope you enjoy <3

warnings: slight cussing, implied sexual activity

Kuroo:

This guy seems to be the type who can decipher in two seconds whether someone is a good person or not

And he was sure that your friends were good, especially since they were the ones to encourage you to admit your feelings toward him

So one day you and your friends attended one of Nekoma’s team for support

Kuroo wasted no time to sashay over and give you his routine greeting

Kuroo: “good luck kiss please.”

smooch

Kuroo: “also hold my jacket, I need someone to rep my name ya know ;)”

You: :) ??? okay bby :)

He walks away after he makes sure you put on the jacket

Once the match finished, you give him his “congrats kiss” he’s really insistent on all types of kisses that sly mf and excused yourself to the bathroom

He turns to talk to his team while he was in good spirits

Then he heard your friend scoff

Friend 1: “Thank god, I thought y/n would never leave”

Friend 2: “Maybe now that they’re gone we can make our move”

Friend 3: “Pretty sure I can look better in his jacket than they can. Slut”

He went from :) to >:( real fast

He whipped his head around and stomped over. The team slowly followed in confusion

Kuroo: “Who are you calling a slut”

Them: :o :o :o

Kuroo: “I know it’s not the same y/n that’s wearing my jacket. The same one that’s your friend. Man, and I thought you lot were genuine. Y’all are nothing but two-timin bitches and for what? To try and get in my pants? The only one who’s allowed to wear my jacket and get in my pants is y/n. And they’re the most beautiful thing in the world when they do. I love them. And I will never change my mind about that.”

Them: :O :O :O

You: :O

He didn’t realize you were standing there until Kenma rapped his shoulder and pointed at you

You were blushing, and not from hearing you get shit-talked behind your back, but the fact that your bf stood up for you AND confessed his love in front of the entire school

He walks over and pulls you by his jacket, zipping up the zipper all the way

He kisses your forehead

Kuroo: “Let’s go find you some real friends”

....

You: “After I get in your pants”

Him: :O

Akaashi:

Now it’s not that hard to believe that this beautiful creature is swooned over by the entire student population

So when they found out that the infamous Akaashi Keiji finally got cuffed there were many supporters and shippers

And there were a few haters as well

Akaashi supports whoever you are friends with, he trusts your judgement

But he started noticed your friends’ change in behavior ever since you got together

At some point he had had enough, and wanted to get to the bottom of it

So one day he joined your study group with your friends

You all decided to take a quick break, and he offered to accompany you to the vending machine, his plan in action

Akaashi: “You go on ahead, I’m going to use the bathroom real quick. Do you mind getting me a water, my love?”

swoons at the words ‘my love’

You: :D heck yes bby at your service

Once you leave, he creeps up to next to the doorway to eavesdrop

Friend 1: “They have some nerve bringing him today. If it was just Akaashi I wouldn’t mind...”

Friend 2: “Yeah, as if stealing him wasn’t enough. It’s like they’re rubbing it in our face”

Friend 1: “Ugh, what a selfish bitch”

Akaashi: :(

He was sad that he finally found out how they really felt. How could they hate such an angel like you?

You both return with waters, but your friends were still in a bad mood

So once the bickering toward you started, Akaashi got fed up

Akaashi: “You know, I think the two of us will take our leave. And by the way, if you only want me, that’s too bad. I’m the one who asked them out, so wherever I go, they come with me, and vice versa. You two are the most unsupportive people I’ve ever met. I think we’re done from here and on.”

There was a beat of silence. All three of you were like :o at his sudden outburst

He dragged you out, taking you home to finish the study session, where he explained what happened as he made you some tea

You: “Thank you”

Akaashi: “For what?”

“Everything”

“Anything for you, my love”

swoon marry me pls

Bokuto:

He definitely was well-known around the school, being one of the top aces in Japan and all

He was also well-known for being loud

Like. Really loud.

So when you guys got together, everyone definitely knew

How could they not? He loved to show off his baby!

You: *breathes*

Bokuto: My LOVE :D !! My ANGEL :D !! My HONEY BUNCH :D !! (and the other million names he has for you)

But since he had many fans, many of them were not please that he was off the market now

Because he was your bf now, there was a newfound spotlight of popularity on you, and while you were kind of okay with it, it came with a few scheming individuals

These girls in your class were quick to befriend you, and soon you formed a little “study group”

These “study” sessions were 10% actual studying. The other 90% was the three of them trying to pry Bokuto details out ofyou, trying to get you to spill any secrets of dating the ace

You didn’t really notice, it was just nice to have others to confide in

But oh boy

Did your bf notice

Thy always insisted on coming with you whenever Bokuto was involved

Practice? They were there in Nekoma gear

Mini ice cream date? Your friends practically invited themselves

And they wouldn’t even notice you, they were so focused on his every words, trying to get a touch of his flexed muscles

But he noticed how sour they would appear wherever he mentioned you

One night, the team was at the new diner after a match, famished after defeating your opponents

And of course, your friends decided to tag along

So the four of you were in a booth, with you, Bokuto, and your two new friends, who happened to be whispering to each other

Suddenly you got a call from your mom, and quickly excused yourself to take the call outside

What you didn’t know was that you’re new “friends” had devised a plan to try and snatch Bokuto from you

Friend 1: “Good, they’re finally gone”

Bokuto: >:o the fuck

Friend 2: “So, the two of us were wondering if you were doing anything tonight after this”

Bokuto: the fuck x 2 “Yeah, I’m going home with y/n. We’ll probably watch a movie or cuddle or something cute”

Friend 1: “Movie with y/n? Cuddle?? You wouldn’t want to do anything more interesting than that?”

Him: :( ?? “Like what?”

Friend 2: “Well we’re soo much better than they are, you can come home with us. You’ll have so much fun”

Bokuto (the oblivious/lovestruck mf he is): “We’ll watch a movie with y/n? Sounds fun!!”

They shook their head, then each one of the places a hand on his juicy thighs

Friend 1: “Forget about y/n. They’re nothing compare to what we can give you, physically.”

Friend 2: “We could have a threesome if you want. Doesn’t that sounds more appealing than watching a movie with them?”

Bokuto: >:O ah hell no

He jumped out of the booth and stared at them. “How dare you? We’re you only friends with y/n so you can try to get me with you two?! That’s the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard!! Y/n my angel, my baby, my everything!! I would NEVER leave them, let alone CHEAT on them. And you sure as hell don’t deserve THEM as a friend. I’m so digusted right now I can’t even think straight!!”

He could rant longer, but he feels your hand on his shoulder.

You: “Bo, let’s go home.”

Bokuto: “Yes boss :)”

The rest of the team followed you home, joining in on the movie marathon you two had

Now you have lots of true friends and a great bf

[lovemeafterhrs]

boys (that i dated in highschool) | k. akaashi

chapter 3: things that i miss

fun fact: mc is resident heartbreaker, and kuroo has a running conspiracy that she kills all of her boyfriends as inspiration when writing her novels. bokuto is quick to point out that all of her exes are still living, but his point stands nonetheless.

~~~~

something about bokuto’s house parties had never quite sat right with her, especially after witnessing many years of chaos that his mother had to endure every time they left him alone for the weekend.

being bokuto koutarou’s next door neighbor all her life had prepared her for the moment she walked inside the designated apartment and realized the bright lights and balloons were definitely his doing.

it was a welcome surprise to hear the loud, cheerful remarks of her ex-captain as he moved to pull her into a tight, slightly suffocating hug.

“dude, i didn’t realize you still lived in tokyo! your mom still sends me cookies.” the gleeful smile that graced over his features sent a giggle down her throat that she effectively pushed down as she grinned at him.

“the lemon cookies? she doesn’t even bring me those anymore!” she stated with a pout, and before bokuto could reply, he was interrupted by the introduction of a very loud, very drunk kuroo tetsurou.

“YOU ACTUALLY CAME!!” he’d yelled much too loud for comfort, and she shushed him lightly as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

“i wanted to see kenma actually, do you know where he is?” she teased, and he hit her arm playfully as he chose to hand her a glass instead. “kuroo.. i don’t think i want to know what’s in this.”

“you can see kenma if you drink with me!” he stated triumphantly, and she was whisked away as soon as she’d agreed.

the kitchen is surprisingly calm, and the music across the hall vibrated against the tile floor.

“kuroo, i’m not taking shots with you.”

“you have to! it’s your first college party!” he pouted, visibly wobbling as he poured two shots of cheap vodka.

to be honest, it tasted more like rubbing alcohol than anything. “who said this was my first college party?” his jaw slacked open at the comment, and pushed another shot in her direction.

“keep talking, dollface. i was going easy on you, but there’s worse shit in the fridge.” opening the fridge, she was brought face to face with a comically large bottle of kool aid flavored titos, a staple of bokuto’s house parties that was mutually hated by all.

“never again. i will never ever ever-“

spoiler alert, she did. all it had taken was one glimpse of dark hair from the corner of her eye to have her downing every shot kuroo handed out, and bokuto quickly joined the party.

all of a sudden, the last one was one drink too many as she stumbled her way into the nearest bathroom.

what she didn’t expect to be greeted by was an equally drunk akaashi sprawled out in the bathtub. when he noticed her, he immediately shot up and tried to gather his usually stoic demeanor.

to be completely truthful, he was a mess. after a failed drinking game with bokuto, he’d brought up the topic he’d been dreading.

of course that topic would find herself in the bathroom he’d been wallowing in.

instead of stating the obvious, she pushed lightly against his knees in an effort to get him to scoot over. when he did, she sunk down against the white marble of the bathtub next to him.

the first few minutes were surrounded in silence, and the music from outside echoed against the walls as she pulled a cigarette out of her pocket.

they sat there, passing it back and forth as they let the nicotine calm the nerves that had been inflamed by the tequila that had been provided prior.

“do you miss how it used to be?” he’d asked suddenly, and he cursed himself internally as he noticed the sadness that painted over her features at his statement.

“sometimes. do you miss it?”

“i miss how effortless everything was. it all just made sense, until suddenly it didn’t.” the atmosphere in the bathroom had shifted entirely, and tension began to build as she flicked the cigarette butt out the window.

“i don’t think anything has really made sense since.” she laughed, but it didn’t quite meet her eyes as she shifted her focus to the tiled floor.

“bokuto hasn’t stopped asking about you for years, and i don’t know how to break it to him that it won’t happen no matter how much he tries.” a part of him died as soon as the words left his mouth, and she tried her best to choke down the tears that were starting to form under her now closed eyelids.

“my sister doesn’t believe it either. i guess a year did more damage than we thought it would.”

“you don’t regret it, do you?” akaashi had tried his best to keep his voice consistent in an attempt to further disguise the conflicting feelings that bubbled against his esophagus.

“i don’t regret a lot of things, keiji. i learned a lot from our time together, i just wish we could’ve salvaged our friendship afterwards.” she shrugged, and he nearly crumbled as he remembered the reason he avoided her like the plague.

maybe it was jealousy, maybe it was fear. but he knew it was something he didn’t want to deal with anymore.

“it’s not too late, right?” he asked hopefully, before quickly backing down. “i mean.. if you don’t want to-“

“akaashi, it’s never too late. you still mean a lot to me and i-“ she was interrupted by an obnoxious ringtone, and akaashi sighed as he answered bokuto’s call. he mouthed a quick ‘i’m sorry’ as he tried to calm bokuto down while scrambling out of the bathtub.

all too quickly, the bathroom was once again swallowed by the silence from before. getting up from the tub, she came to face the mirror as her hands clung to the marble countertop.

“he really loved you.. and now what do you have?” she questioned the tearful soul in the mirror, grasping onto the marble counter as emotions began to overwhelm her senses.

this was not how that night was supposed to go.

instead of wallowing in the bathroom, she took the time to gather herself as the reflection in the mirror stared her down.

“it’s in the past. let it stay in the past.” she stated, dragging her fingers through her dark hair. “you’re going to go out there and forget about akaashi keiji. you’re here for you, not for him.”

with that, she was off. back into the frenzy of bodies and empty beer bottles she went, determined to find kuroo and possibly kill him (after making him get a beer.)

instead, she ended up tripping on the shoes of a certain grey haired volleyball player, and threatened to break his kneecaps for doing so.

or well, that’s what would’ve happened if she didn’t think he was the hottest thing she’d ever seen.

“oh shit,” he said, reaching down to help her up. “sorry, i didn’t see you coming. you kinda looked like you were on a mission or something.”

“oh, i kinda was.” she laughed, and he smiled down at her as soon as she was back on her feet. “i have a certain rooster head to kill, but i can always save some time for you.”

“is that so?”

kuroo tetsurou officially had a new score to keep, and his ‘true crime’ conspiracies were piling with new evidence.

COLLEGE PARTY VICTIM #1

masterlist:

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[miss-spooky-eyes]

intersection (a belated OC Kiss Week fic) part II

In which the adventures of Teo and Dev, teenage dumbasses, continue. Part I here. 

Author Notes/What to Know:

This is a fic about the (near) kisses of my IA/Cipher Nine, Devinahl, and @sunsetofdoom's Smuggler Teo. I encourage absolutely anybody & everybody to read what she's written about Teo, which you can find the most important & glorious pieces of here, here and here.

'Karia Madeesh' is the alias used by the future Cipher Nine during her adolescence as a schoolgirl spy tasked with befriending the children of important Republic figures. I think that's all you need to know, but Dev's backstory fic Riddle goes into much more detail.

Warnings: Um ... nudity? Mentions of vomiting? Extreme teenage dumbness?

Part Two

New Baxeid, 3651 BBY/2 ATC

Teonine couldn’t believe he’d been stupid enough to end up here.

His feet pounded the ferracrete as he sprinted up the street, trying to keep to the shadows nearer the buildings and storefronts without tripping over the crates of recyclables left out to be picked up by New Baxeid municipal sanitation in the morning. He could hear shouts and more running feet behind him, but he didn’t dare turn and look back.

With the clarity that came to those who were about to be hunted down and arrested, if they didn’t die of twin heart attacks first, he focused on Karia’s back, the studs on her jacket flashing prismatically every time she passed through the pool of light under a streetlamp. In the almost two full terms since they’d met, her hair had gone from blood-orange to silver to magenta, and she’d started dressing nouveau-bashcore, but some things hadn’t changed at all; she still called him ‘little fish’, she was still determined to be his friend and Teonine still had no idea why.

He’d let her act like she was his friend, since it seemed so important to her. It wasn’t all bad; she might have a complex about her military parents, but when she wasn’t complaining about them and not-so-subtly expecting Teonine to reciprocate with his own tales of woe (as if he even knew where Colonel Lunulata was stationed these days), she was actually pretty good company. Which to Teonine meant that she could hold her booze, and was almost as good at being silent as he was.

Teonine liked her best like that, after lights out when she would sneak into his room and they would sit side by side on his windowsill, not touching except to pass the bottle back and forth.

That had been his plan for tonight: Drinking himself to sleep in silence with Karia beside him. Instead -

Teonine skidded round a corner so fast he almost collided with a bollard, the soles of his shoes squealing loudly on the ferracrete. A pair of flashlight beams ignited down the street ahead of them, and Karia swerved and yelled, ‘This way!’

Following her through the covered arcade to their right, sprinting past shopfronts shuttered for the night and chairs and tables piled outside closed cafes, Teonine tried to figure out what the fuck he’d been thinking. She’d caught him off guard, that was it, just when he thought he could trust her. All her seemingly desultory chatter, all her teasing and subtle prodding and little jibes about aquarium fish while they drank their way through his latest batch. Then, at the exact moment when he was at his warmest and weakest, she had produced the security pass nobody except senior teachers were supposed to have and said, So I heard there’s this party …

They burst out of the arcade into an intersection, one of the settlement’s busiest by day and fairly crowded on this particular night as well, because station security were already struggling with one knot of party-goers as another tore through and on down the street, patrol in hot pursuit.

Teonine and Karia slalomed frantically between the bodies and ducked into a side street, too busy trying to put distance between them and the chaos behind them to register its familiarity until they burst out into a sudden wide open space.

‘Oh, skrag,’ Karia panted.

They’d come out into the main square in the commercial district of New Baxeid. To their right, the governor’s mansion, which doubled as the courthouse and main municipal seat of business, squatted unimpressively along one entire side of the square; ahead of them, the fountain with its deep pool churned within its well lined with faux-marble. And the square itself, which would during daylight hours have been busy with people buying kaf from the kiosks or simply cutting across it, stretched away empty and shadowed to their left.

They had to keep going if they had any hope of getting back to the atmo-speeder they’d stolen from the school (‘borrowed, little fish, borrowed’), but there were flashlights across the square, and voices behind them, and Karia grabbed his arm and yanked him into the shadow of a nearby kiosk.

Teonine crouched down beside her; the kiosk was close enough to the building behind them that the pool of shadow was deep, but if the patrol behind them came right up the street … ‘Did they see us?’ he breathed.

Karia had her eyes narrowed, listening intently. ‘I don’t think so. But -’ She broke off, listening, then swore again. ‘It sounds like they’re going to patrol that street. We can’t go back that way.’

‘Well, we can’t go that way,’ Teonine hissed, nodding towards the wide street that led off the opposite side of the square. ‘So what the fuck are we going to do?’

Karia shrugged. ‘Got me.’ She caught his eye, and smiled wickedly. ‘Good party, though.’

Teonine wasn’t about to rise to that; they had been there for precisely twenty minutes, nineteen of which he had spent awkwardly standing around while Karia flirted with some guy who looked like a spice dealer. And almost certainly was a spice dealer, if the fact that the party had been heavily raided by station security was anything to go by. ‘I’m serious, what are we going to do?’

‘We could make out.’

‘What?’

‘They’re going to catch us, and we can at least have some fun until they do, since we’ll probably be sent to different schools after this.’

‘Will you be serious?’ Teonine hissed.

‘I am. We can’t go back the way we came, and if we try to go forward, we’ll be caught.’ She shrugged. ‘We’re boxed in, little fish. We lose.’

Teonine stared at her, hearts thudding with a new and entirely different kind of panic. ‘What happened to “I get my friends in trouble, but I always get them out of it”?’

In the dim glow from the streetlights, he thought she looked guilty for a second, but then her face hardened. ‘Yeah, well, you hate this school anyway, I’m getting you out of it. Problem solved.’

Teonine couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He hadn’t even wanted to sneak out of school tonight, and now she was telling him that she didn’t have a plan? That he was, essentially, on his own?

She glanced round the edge of the kiosk, then turned towards him. ‘Look, I didn’t want this to happen, OK? It won’t be that bad. You can blame it all on me and they probably won’t even expel you.’

Teonine gave a hollow laugh, his hands gripping on to the kiosk counter so tightly he thought his knuckles might snap.

‘So your mom finds out that you’re not always her good little boy.’ There was exasperation in Karia’s tone. ‘It’s not the end of the world.’

No, Teonine thought distantly. It was much, much worse than that.

And it could not happen.

The thought was like a bolt of white-hot adrenaline forking down his spine. It could not happen. It had to not happen. That was all there was to it.

Suddenly, he felt suffused with a new and icy clarity. ‘That patrol behind us. How far down the street are they?’

Karia eyed him curiously, then cautiously craned her neck to peer back behind them. ‘Um - forty feet, maybe?’

Teonine nodded, while his mind threw up parabolas, lines of sight, angles. ‘OK.’ He crawled to the other end of the kiosk, then reached back to hook an arm around Karia’s shoulders, urging her forward so that she was crouched at his side. ‘Can you tell how many patrols are over there?’

‘Teonine, what the fuck -’

‘Just listen,’ he cut her off. ‘And tell me. Please.’

She breathed a huffy little sigh, but he watched her eyes narrow, and after perhaps thirty seconds, she shook her head and said: ‘It’s definitely two patrols. But I can’t hear what they’re saying.’

‘That’s all I needed to know.’

Teonine peered around the edge of the kiosk, watching the bobbing beams of the flashlights carried by the security patrol, while in his mind's eye the map of New Baxeid's commercial heart unrolled. He knew these streets, he'd spent enough bored hours wandering them. The wide street that led off the square curved to the left after fifty feet or so, but Teonine had no intention of trying to go that way.

He watched as the patrol trudged back from the corner, down the street and back into the square; two members of the station’s security force, each carrying a flashlight, and it was easy to tell from their body language that nobody trying to escape the raid on the party had come this way yet. Teonine counted the seconds as the security patrol made their way from the corner, into the square and over to the fountain.

They paused for a second, idly playing the beams of their flashlights around, then turned and began making their way back up the street. Teonine grabbed Karia’s hand again. ‘Get ready,’ he hissed.

‘What are you doing?’ she whispered back.

‘Getting us out of this.’ As the patrol made it perhaps halfway up the street, Teonine broke cover, pulling Karia with him, running in a wide curve to make sure to stay out of sight of the guards stationed in the street behind them.

As the guards reached the corner, Teonine and Karia made it to the opposite side of the fountain. He pulled her down into the shadow of the waist-high lip of the basin, both of them crouching low enough to be hidden.

It wasn’t really a fountain, more a sort of hydraulic relic of the only attempt New Baxeid had ever made to pretend it was more than an administration centre for the mines scattered throughout the system. An over-ambitious governor had the regrettable idea of turning the settlement’s water supply into something decorative as well as utilitarian, and had designed the fountain himself; a basin only twenty feet square but a good thirty feet deep, to generate the requisite water pressure for the jets that leapt into the air. At least that was the plan; these days the jets were mainly broken, and the fountain was just an odd, slightly underwhelming water feature.

During the day, people sat or leaned on the wide faux-marble lip to drink their kaf or eat lunch; Teonine had spent more than a few hours there himself, blankly staring into the churning, constantly recycled water. It was about to pay off.

Slowly, he wriggled his feet out of his shoes, trying to conceal his movements so that Karia didn’t notice what he was doing; he was fairly sure she wasn’t going to like this plan, and he didn’t want to have to deal with any objections until it was a done deal. He counted off each second in his head, visualising the position of the patrol; now they would be entering the square - now they would be coming up to the fountain - they’d take a few seconds to sweep their flashlights around the square - now they would be turning back up the street -

His heart hammering, Teonine counted down to zero, then stood up, pulling Karia with him. A hasty glance told him that the patrol were indeed halfway back to the corner, but there was no more time to look; yanking off his sweatshirt and dropping it on the ground, he turned to Karia. ‘Take a deep breath.’

He saw her eyes flick to the water, then slam back to him as she inhaled sharply, mouth opening -  

There was no time. Teonine wrapped one arm around her waist, planted the other hand on the back of her head, clamped his mouth to hers and rolled backwards into the water.

With his senses heightened by adrenaline, the cold, clean shock of the water was like a surge of electricity through his veins. It was always a sensation he struggled to put into words, that moment when he felt his gills open and the burden of uprightness slip from his shoulders as easily as discarding a robe. With Karia held to him, there was no way they hadn’t made a splash as they entered the water and the patrol would be coming to look, but that was OK, he had a plan for that …

Teonine dived, kicking to propel them down towards the bottom of the basin. He’d expected this to be hard, maybe impossible, and nothing but desperation would have compelled him to try it. But even without being able to use his arms for anything other than keeping Karia held against him, it felt easy, even effortless, to let the circuit of the water propel them around the basin while he corkscrewed from one layer of the current to another.

After her first, reflexive struggle, Karia had stopped fighting; he felt her fingers digging into his shoulders as she let him take them deeper. As long as the water kept moving against his gills, the oxygen his well-adapted body took in would be enough for both of them, but not much more than enough; if she didn’t fight him, that would give them more time. He hoped.

He had to fight against the current that wanted to force them upwards as they neared the bottom of the basin, and the reason was obvious; the input pipe, half a metre across. Still, even where the bulk of the water was moving one way, there was water going the other, and Teonine barely had to try to find the path of least resistance. Two powerful kicks brought him to within reach of the mouth of the pipe; he let go of Karia’s waist, grasped the pipe with one hand and with a single sinuous heave managed to propel both of them inside just as flashlight beams dimly pierced the surface of the water above.

There was about a metre and a half of pipe before the fan that helped to force the water into the basin, and Teonine used his legs and one hand to wedge them in, keeping them still while the water pummeled them mercilessly. He craned his neck to see back out of the pipe. The flashlights were sweeping and spiralling through the water as the patrol searched for the source of the splash they would have heard, but there was no way they could see the two teenagers inside the mouth of the pipe, and confronted with an apparently empty basin, they would have to conclude that they’d made a mistake. Of course, Teonine’s sweatshirt and sneakers and Karia’s abandoned shoes would give the game away, but the patrol weren’t likely to spot them on the other side of the fountain. At least, not until Teonine and Karia were long gone.

He could feel Karia starting to make little convulsive movements against his chest as her body reacted to the slow depletion of oxygen, but Teonine held position, watching as the flashlight beams made one last circle through the basin before they blinked off.

He waited a little longer just in case the patrol decided to turn back, then relaxed his limbs and let the pressure propel them out of the mouth of the pipe. This time, he worked his way up, sliding elegantly between layers of the current as the circling water again carried them almost the whole way round the basin - right towards the output pipe near the surface of the water.

Ignoring Karia’s increasingly frantic struggles, Teonine jacknifed to plant both feet on the side of the basin, then pushed off, his body aimed unerringly at the mouth of the pipe.

They shot like an arrow through the pipe and into inky darkness. Even for Teo, there was no light to see with, but he could sense the walls around them constraining the water. New Baxeid’s underground reservoir.

He didn’t know whether Karia knew that there was no surface to come up to any more or whether she was just blindly panicking, but she was properly struggling now, kicking and writhing against him, her head trying to turn and break the seal of their mouths, fingers clawing at his shoulders, his face. But Teonine knew that if he let go of her now, she would drown, and he was surprised to find that he could hold her with no difficulty at all.

He wished he could tell her that he knew what he was doing, that they were almost through, but instead he concentrated on knifing through the dark water. He was shamefully conscious of a feeling of exhilaration, too, something that went deeper than just the basic biological thrill of being in the water; he’d always believed he was a weak swimmer, but it had been almost … easy. He kicked harder to send them through the water even faster, and was astounded to find that he could.

Karia had gone limp by the time Teonine saw the dim glow ahead, and he put on one last burst of speed, spiralling through another pipe with ease. The ceiling opened up above them, and he kicked up to the surface, finally releasing his iron grip on Karia’s head to let her take a gasp of air.

She sucked in an immense, relieved breath, choked and began to cough and splutter. Teonine steered her gently towards the metal ladder, not unlike the ones that the other kids used in the pool at school. In fact, apart from being underground, this chamber was not unlike a swimming pool, with metal walkways surrounding a decent-sized, uncovered tank. There were instruments mounted on the wall, and another ladder leading up to a heavy hatch in the ceiling.

He boosted the shaking, coughing Karia up the ladder until she collapsed face-first on the walkway, then climbed up himself. Teonine bent to check on Karia, but she shoved him away violently, and he stepped back to give her her space.

He couldn’t believe it. They’d done it. They’d got away. He’d done it.

‘You s-s-s-son of a b-b-b-bitch.’ Karia had finally stopped spitting up water, and she was levering herself up to her hands and knees, shaking violently. ‘You ab-ab-absolut-t-t-te f-f-f-fucking b-b-b-bastard. I’m g-g-going to k-k-kill you.’

Teonine instinctively opened his mouth to apologise and found himself saying instead: ‘You’re welcome.’

Karia pushed wet hair out of her eyes as she sat back on her haunches. ‘W-what did you s-s-say to me?’

‘I said you’re welcome.’ An unfamiliar warmth was spreading through Teonine’s veins. ‘You got us into trouble, I got us out of it.’

‘You n-nearly drowned me!’

‘You weren’t going to drown. You weren’t even close to drowning. Your body just made you think you were.’

She ignored him, pushing herself shakily to her feet; as Teonine reached forward to help her, she waved him off. ‘Don’t touch me! You nearly drowned me! And I’m not going to die on this miserable fucking rock for some s-s-’ She bit the word off, turned it into a gasp for breath, then a spluttering cough. ‘For some stupid kid.’

When she’d first got out of the water, she’d been shaking with rage, hissing and spitting like a furious cat dunked in a barrel. Now all of a sudden, she looked small, and frightened.

‘I didn’t mean to scare you,’ he muttered, feeling a familiar reversion to guilt, but before he got through the sentence she had flared up again.

‘Oh, you didn’t? Well, that makes everything OK, doesn’t it? You drag me into the water, you nearly get us stuck in a pipe … Did you even know where that output pipe led? Did you even know there was somewhere with air down here?’

‘Yes,’ Teonine said. ‘I did. It’s the monitoring pool for the New Baxeid underground reservoir. We came on a field trip here two years ago.’

She glared at him, momentarily stymied, but made a quick recovery. ‘And what if they’d changed the layout in the past two years? Put in a gate or a filter? Did you even think about that?’

‘Did you even think about how we’d get back to school if something went wrong at your party?’ Teonine shot back. ‘Or did you just decide that since you didn’t care about getting kicked out, it was fine to ruin my life, as well?’

She blinked, looking taken aback; not by the accusation itself, but by the fact that it was Teonine who was the one levelling it.

Teonine felt the same way. After all, the voices of fifteen years of habit were telling him urgently that he should be asking for forgiveness, that he must be in the wrong for her to be angry with him. But louder than it all was the heady sensation pumping through his veins, telling him that he’d just done something he didn’t need to apologise for. Something daring. Something creative. Something pretty fucking cool.

‘And how are we supposed to get out of here?’ Karia demanded, making a recovery from her state of surprise at Teonine’s unaccustomed display of defiance. She waved a hand at the hatch in the ceiling. ‘What are we going to do, wait for the next time someone comes to monitor the chemical levels?’

‘Actually, the hatch is designated one of the vital entry points for the whole of New Baxeid in case of emergency,’ Teonine pointed out mildly. ‘Which means that the security pass you’re carrying should open it.’

She glared at him, fuming. ‘Fine.’ She strode over to the foot of the ladder. ‘But after you and I get back to school, we’re done. If you ever touch me again, I’ll kill you, Teonine Lunulata. Do you understand me?’

‘Yes.’

If anything, his mild agreement seemed to infuriate her more. ‘Is that it? Is that all you have to say to me? You don’t want to say anything else?’

Teonine considered the question. He knew what she wanted; he could see how little it would take to defuse the situation.

It was just that, for perhaps the first time in his life, he didn’t feel like apologising.

‘Not bad for a little fish?’ he suggested.

The look she gave him at that removed any doubt about whether or not he’d just lost his only sort-of friend, and that was bad. But as he climbed up the ladder behind her, Teonine had the distinct sense that he’d gained something much more important.

Nar Shaddaa, 3643 BBY/10 ATC

Club Ufora on a Saturday night was not where Teo wanted to be.

To be fair, he didn’t much want to be anywhere right now except Open Ocean, newly re-christened, newly his, running his hands over her controls and revelling in ownership. But off-planet jobs like the ones he craved needed crews, and they certainly needed fuel, and for that he needed credits.

It wasn’t like Teo didn’t have some credits, of course, more than enough to fuel Open Ocean in a pinch. But the thought of digging into his emergency fund made him feel like his skin was too tight. So did the thought of risking more than a little delicate fleecing at the sabacc tables, especially on Nar Shaddaa, where getting through a hand without vibroknives being pulled was a rarity even when nobody was cheating.

Teo had only just got his ship all to himself. He wasn’t going to put himself in a position to have her yanked out from under him.

So here he was, doing the kind of planet-bound petty crime he really wanted to leave behind. If it had been anyone other than Tommie who had proposed the job, Teo would have nixed it at the outset, but Tommie was cautious and smart and Teo had gone over all her data-gathering thoroughly.

All of that didn’t mean that he liked Club Ufora. It was just far enough from the Promenade that crews on leave could kid themselves they were seeing the ‘real’ Nar Shaddaa, but it was a tourist trap for all that, all coloured lights and slot machines that made happy noises. Even the vice was calculated to be inoffensive; the female dancers were little and buxom, the males muscle-bound and gleaming, and all of them covered in sequins and sparkles. It was bachelor-party sexuality and excess, nicely calibrated to empty the pockets of the spacers enjoying their night of R&R and send them back to their ships stinking of booze, covered in glitter and happily convinced they’d participated in something really wild.

Teo found it all unspeakably depressing.

He’d arrived at Ufora about ninety minutes ago, spent some time playing the slots, chatted up a couple of ‘Pub medics on leave from their ship at the bar, watched the dancers, all of it designed to make him appear like any other low-level Nar Shaddaa grifter on the hunt for a mark (an impression which would be subtly reinforced by his suit, which was flashily expensive enough to assert wealth, but poorly-tailored enough to remove any intimation of class). Now he was ready to get on with the job.

Teo strolled across the casino floor, weaving in between knots of patrons, towards the bank of elevators, each flanked by a pair of hulking bouncers. He nodded at the nearest, a human with tattoos crawling over his shaved scalp who was stuffed into the regulation bad suit, and held up a small triangular chit between two fingers.

The human grunted, taking the chit and slotting it into the top of his handheld scanner with the air of one who’d done this fifty times tonight already. The scanner lit up as the infrared beam ran over the surface of the chit, logging the ident of the dancer who’d given it to him (in theory, anyway; Teo had actually purloined it from a Rattataki spacer who was way too drunk to notice), then beeped twice, its light turning green. The bouncer pressed the scanner to the elevator’s control panel; there was another beep, and the doors pulled smoothly open. The bouncer stepped aside to allow Teo to enter. ‘Enjoy, sir.’

Teo winked and flipped another chit, credits this time, to the man as he stepped into the elevator.

The doors closed, and the elevator began to ascend without Teo having to press any buttons; it would deliver him directly to the suite where the dancer who he’d paid for a private performance would be waiting, a pretty common and relatively efficient system used in clubs and casinos across the galaxy to control patrons’ access to the dancers (and make sure that the dancers weren’t entertaining customers without the owners getting their cut, of course).

Teo counted off ten seconds, then squeezed the small cylinder in his pocket.

Before the elevator had fully shuddered to a halt, he was moving, reaching up to the security cam above his head even as it clicked and whirred in response to the pulse. It was a make and model he’d dealt with plenty of times before, and he knew just where to apply pressure to pop the casing. Swiftly, he disconnected the input and slid the micro-card Tommie had given him into the memory slot before reconnecting the input and holding down the necessary buttons to trigger a hard reset. Now when the cam turned back on, it would run the footage Tommie had mocked up of Teo exiting the elevator on his assigned floor and the empty elevator returning.

Teo wasted no time in moving to the control panel; the display, scrambled by the pulse, showed a garbled mixture of aurebesh characters and Huttese glyphs. For any graduate of Pantomathia (although technically, of course, Teo had not graduated), it was the work of moments to slave the elevator controls to the pocket datapad he palmed. Nor was it difficult to reinitialise the controls in a different mode. Now, instead of only going between the main casino floor and the entertainment suites, the elevator could be commanded to access any of Club Ufora’s levels.

Like, for example, the topmost levels out of bounds to anybody except the club’s owners and their guests.

Teo’s destination wasn’t the penthouse where the owner, a Twi’lek named Jep’temok, lived with his personal slaves, but the level two floors down on which Jep’temok’s eldest son and majordomo had his office and suites. Uat’jamok was off-planet right now, and had been for three months - some said he was in Hutt space trying to swing some kind of deal, although Teo had also heard a rumour he’d been snatched by the Imps. Wherever he was, he’d left behind a safe with a few hundred million credits his closest associates could access in a crisis. Small change for an aspiring Nar Shaddaa crimelord; precious, precious fuel for a starship captain. They were, essentially, robbing Uat’jamok’s petty cash box.

Teo didn’t like how many times he was having to use the word petty in relation to this particular job.

He told himself again that it was a stepping-stone to better and less planet-bound things, and set about the tricky part.

This was the bit that neither Teo’s formal nor informal educations had prepared him for. But Tommie had walked him through it several times, and then Teo had practiced it several hundred more times. The programme was hidden on his datapad under a skin mocked up to look like an innocuous gambling game. Teo opened it, input the code commands he’d memorised, then re-initialised the elevator and held his breath.

The elevator hummed smoothly into motion again; it would take eleven point three seconds to reach Uat’jamok’s floor, and Tommie’s programme should have run its course in no more than nine point nine. All Teo had to do was count down the seconds and then -

Ding.

Teo’s thumb stabbed down on the datapad.

It worked just like it was supposed to. The overload cascade that Tommie had set up took just milliseconds to kick in; the datapad crackled and jolted in his hand, sparks flew from the elevator’s control panel, and the lights snapped off, plunging the elevator into darkness.

Not a problem for a Nautolan, of course, and now every light, every terminal, every security system that wasn’t on its own separate circuit would be out on Uat’jamok’s floor. And that wasn’t even the clever part.

Now all Teo had to do was walk on to Uat’jamok’s floor, slice the safe in the reception room and be back in the elevator within the four-minute window that Tommie’s clever little programme had bought him - four minutes in which Club Ufora’s security mainframe, not to mention the additional monitoring programmes that Jep’temok had as a matter of course installed to spy on his son, would be blind to what happened up here.

The elevator doors had just begun to part when Teo had triggered the cascade. He slid his fingertips into the gap, pulled the doors apart in one fluid motion, and strolled out into the darkened, empty room, adjusting his tie.

At least, that’s what was supposed to happen.

What actually happened was that Teo confidently pulled the doors apart to reveal a fully-lit reception room and two people pointing blasters directly at his chest.

‘Hands up,’ said one of them, a stocky middle-aged woman with a crewcut and a livid red scar running down the side of her neck and disappearing beneath the collar of her jacket.

Teo obeyed slowly, the pleasant, slightly giddy hum of adrenaline in his veins replaced in an instant with frozen shock.

‘Out,’ said the other, a skinny, nondescript-looking man with a cheap-looking phobium earring in the shape of a Togruta-style stylised fang dangling from his right ear.

Teo’s higher brain was still offline, but his primitive survival centers were working just fine, and they dropped a simple message into his consciousness: If he stepped out of this elevator, he would die.

‘Wrong floor?’ he suggested weakly.

They ignored his attempt to engage them, not even bothering to snort away the feeble excuse. Instead, the man said again: ‘Out.’

Teo considered his options, which didn’t take long. Even if he could get a hand to the elevator controls before the pair unloaded blaster bolts into his chest, he’d shorted out the power in the thing and it would take long, agonising seconds for it to re-initialise. He wasn’t carrying a weapon, because the effort it would have taken to get round Club Ufora’s body-scanners wouldn’t have been worth it, not when the kind of trouble he could potentially get into if the job went wrong was anything that one blaster was going to get him out of. Even the little datapad had gone into his pocket once its part had been played, besides which it was now a flimsy, useless square of plastic and dead circuits; he couldn’t even use it to challenge one of them to a game of online pazaak.

Just as well, because this wasn’t his lucky night.

‘Last warning,’ the man said, eyes narrowing to cold slits.

Teo stepped out of the elevator.

Whatever was going on up here, it wasn’t the deserted floor it was supposed to be. Not only were there two people pointing blasters at him, he was sure there were more up here; he saw lights blinking on access panels, signals that the rooms which opened off the reception room were occupied.

And people weren’t the only thing where there should be none. Teo could see security cams at the edge of his vision, vibrating in that almost imperceptible way that said they were on and scanning - and although he didn’t dare turn his head for a proper look, these didn’t appear to be the same cheap functional models that surveilled the elevators, or the main casino floors. The power and environmental and security systems that all Tommie’s research had said were operating on this floor should have been shorted out by the overload he’d triggered.

The only explanation was that someone had taken over this particular floor and equipped it with its own set of self-contained systems, independent of the rest of the club. A black site, squatting quietly in the midst of one of Nar Shaddaa’s busiest, tackiest casinos.

And whoever they were, they weren’t gangsters. Oh, they were dressed like the euphemistically-termed ‘private security’ that were five for a credit on the Smugglers’ Moon. But their stances weren’t just textbook, they were identical. So were their gleaming weapons, and so were their cold, blank expressions.

Tommie hadn’t double-crossed him, and she hadn’t slipped up. She’d just sent Teo walking into something way, way above either of their pay grades.

The only reason Teo could think of that they hadn’t already shot him was that they wanted to know what the fuck he was doing there.

Teo could think of ten different stories just off the top of his head, but not one of them was going to save him, because if he’d come to this floor knowing that they were there then he was a threat and they were going to kill him. And if he’d done it without knowing they were there, he’d now found out, which meant he was a threat, which meant they were going to kill him.

He was going to be executed in a Nar Shaddaa club he wouldn’t be seen dead in. Tommie wasn’t going to know what had happened, only that he went in and didn’t come out. Nobody was ever going to know what happened to him, and Open Ocean would sit rusting in her hangar until the docking fees ran out and some spaceport bureaucrat reclaimed her and sold her at auction and Teo was never going to get the chance to stock her and crew her and fly her like she deserved.

This was what he got for thinking he was clever, being stupid enough to believe that he knew what he was doing, strutting through Nar Shaddaa casinos like he belonged, like he wasn’t alone and helpless and going to die.

Then a door towards the back of the reception area opened and a woman in a black dress walked through it. She was looking down at a datapad in her hands as she crossed the floor towards a door on the other side, but Teo saw her lift her eyes to take an instinctive survey of her surroundings. As she did, the light struck one of her implants and the shape struck a familiar chord deep in Teo’s memory.

He still might not have recognised her, but with the heightened awareness of those very much about to die, he registered the sudden flare of shock in her eyes as they passed over him and he knew he was looking at Karia Madeesh.

Teo might have cried out to her if she’d kept walking, but shock kept his tongue tied and then he saw her smoothly alter her course to head towards the little group by the elevator.

She was older, of course, and a little taller, and she was filling out the clingy dress she wore in a way that had nothing to do with the skinny teenager he remembered; her hair was ashen-blonde and rippled glossily past her shoulders and down her back; her makeup was the finest in Nar Shaddaa chic, all scarlet lips and iridescent colour on cheekbones and eyelids; and after that first flicker of recognition her face wore the same studied blankness as the two currently training their blasters on Teo. But all the same, it was her. Karia.

Teo half-opened his mouth, caught between conflicting impulses - should he call to her to help him? Warn her to keep away? - but as she walked towards them he saw her lift her hand to sweep a wave of pale hair back over her shoulder and, as her chin tilted, the tiniest, tiniest shake of her head, barely more than a tremble, but aimed at him.

He closed his mouth again as she stopped a few paces behind the two - guards? - and said, ‘Situation?’

Fuck, even her voice was different.

The two with their blasters trained on Teo were too well-trained to look away, but Teo saw both their heads lift slightly. ‘Contained,’ the woman responded.

Karia’s eyes flicked over Teo, cool, assessing, this time without the faintest hint of recognition. ‘Negligible,’ she said dismissively.

‘Still assessing,’ the short-haired woman disagreed, and this time Teo almost heard the bitten-off ‘sir’ at the end of the sentence.

Karia’s eyes narrowed, just a little, and Teo could see the girl who’d once pointed her finger at him and picked him out of a crowd as she said: ‘A moment, please.’

The short-haired woman glanced at her partner, then carefully retreated a pace or two as he shifted his position to cover Teo alone. The woman lowered her blaster, but kept it held ready in front of her, weight on her back foot and ready to spring, as she inclined her head to listen to Karia murmuring in her ear.

Teo couldn’t make out what Karia was saying, but the short-haired woman clearly disagreed with it; she was shaking her head, arguing back. Karia’s response was short and, despite the low tone in which she was speaking, had the unmistakable ring of finality to it.

The short-haired woman frowned, but did not reply.

Then for the second time in his life, Teo found himself rooted to the spot while Karia Madesh approached him with a calculating look in her eyes and a lipstick in her hand. Brushing aside the man with the earring and his still-levelled blaster, she stepped right up to Teo, looked him in the eye and began to apply a fresh coat of scarlet on her already-reddened lips.

Then she snapped the lipstick closed again, replaced it in whatever concealed pocket she’d removed it from, reached up to take Teo’s face in her hands in a no-nonsense fashion, tugged his head down and kissed him.

As methods of execution went, it had a lot to recommend it.

As kisses went, it had a certain cold-blooded brutality to it, but it got the job done. Teo went from being too startled to respond to kissing her back before he’d even begun to process what was happening. Her thumbs were stroking teasingly against his cheeks, her tongue was slipping into his mouth; the soft sensuality of it, with his hands still raised above his head as if bound and the blasters trained on him, was making his head swim with the rush of sensation. He was showing Karia Madeesh that he’d come a long way since that airlock.

Except …

Except he was also going to faint again.

Teo opened his eyes as Karia pulled away from him, or maybe he pulled away from her, because all at once the room was spinning alarmingly. He inhaled sharply, but all he could taste was the sudden thickness of her perfume. This couldn’t be happening to him again, he thought dizzily, but his heartbeat was throbbing in his temples like it used to when he was a scrawny teenager who never swam, and Karia was watching him with a look that meant trouble, and they had to get back to school or else they were going to get sucked out into space, and if the room kept tilting back like that he was going to fall off, and then -

*

‘Teo! Teo!’

‘Sorry,’ Teo mumbled. His mouth was full of dirt. ‘I’m up.’

‘Teo, come on! Wake up, man, come on!’

‘I’m up,’ Teo repeated louder. He opened his eyes, and discovered that the reason his mouth felt like it was full of dirt was because he was lying face down on an extremely dirty pavement.

His head felt like it was three times its usual size, there was something poking into his belly and someone kept prodding him with something sharp.

‘It hurts,’ he said, not sure whether he was talking about his head or his side.

There was another strained giggle that seemed very familiar. ‘Yeah, well, it’s going to hurt worse in a minute if you don’t get the fuck up.’

Teo pushed himself up on one elbow, squinting through the sickening lurch inside his skull as he moved to see - ‘Tommie?’

‘Yeah, it’s me, whatever. What the fuck happened, Teo?’

Teo scrubbed one hand across his eyes and looked around him. He was lying, or now half-sitting, in what looked like - and definitely smelled like - one of Nar Shaddaa’s patented dark alleyways, in the shadow of an immense dumpster. Big as it was, it still couldn’t contain the garbage that was spilling out of it and on to the ground - garbage that contained a lot of edible material, or material that had once been edible, at any rate. The lights from the street turned the alley merely shadowy, rather than pitch-black, and the flashing neon signs on the building opposite the mouth of the alleyway were reflected on the viscous surface of the … something … pooling on the floor, and faintly on the skin of the exposed arms of Tommie, who was crouching by his side, clutching a jacket and looking considerably more skittish than normal.

‘Karia,’ he mumbled.

‘What? What did you say?’ Tommie’s voice was verging on the hysterical.

Teo pushed himself up further, and made another unwelcome discovery: He was completely naked. ‘Nothing. I mean -’ He clutched one hand to his head as it throbbed again. ‘What happened?’

‘You’re asking me?’ Tommie’s tattoos were standing out vividly in the darkness, always a sign that she was on the verge of panic. ‘I was monitoring the cams remotely like we said, I saw you go into the elevator, picked up the power surge, everything on schedule - then you didn’t come out. I waited and I waited and then the next thing I know, you’re spamming my comm with calls but whenever I try to answer, nothing. So I tracked the signal and here you are, butt-naked in an alleyway like some rube who got Narsha Necked.’

‘I called you?’ Teo’s hand dropped to the thing that had been prodding into his belly. His commlink, the one he’d had in his pocket in Club Ufora. The tiny light was blinking on and off, over and over.

‘She set it to signal my last contact,’ he said slowly.

‘She? She who? Teo, what the fuck happened in there?’

Teo tried to get his thoughts up to speed. Karia - or whoever she was - she’d kissed him with a knockout drug on her lips, spread over a seal; Narsha Necking, they called it here, where hapless johns drugged, robbed and stripped naked by the prostitutes they’d thought they were picking up were a common sight in the alleys. Those people - whoever they were - had wanted to shoot him; they could have done it, too, because dead bodies were even more common in Nar Shaddaa’s alleyways than unconscious ones. But Karia had knocked him out instead, then made sure someone found him.

He wondered how fast she’d had to talk to get them to agree to leave him alive, to trust the knockout drug to sufficiently scramble his memories of the moments before he’d passed out. What she’d had to do to talk those two killers round.

Because they had been killers. Highly-trained, and therefore highly-paid, killers.

Killers operating a black site which would have taken a stack of credits the size of a senator’s bribe to set up.

And Karia was with them? No, he thought, remembering the way that she’d overruled the short-haired woman. Karia was in charge of them.

‘Teo? Hey? Hello?’ Tommie waved a hand in front of Teo’s face. ‘Are you with me? Care to start filling me in any time soon?’

Teo blinked. The disturbing train of thought he’d been following had left him with one thing: A sense of urgency much more pressing than his headache. He refocused on Tommie, grabbed for her arm to support him as he struggled to get to his feet. ‘Things went bad. We gotta go.’

‘Well, I didn’t think they went to plan,’ Tommie said with another one of her nervous giggles, trying to help haul Teo upright. ‘What happened?’

‘It was - I can’t explain.’ They hadn’t been gangsters, that was for sure, which only really left some galactic-level corporation like Czerka … or military intelligence. And the club was frequented by Republic spacers. ‘Something bad’s going on at Club Ufora. Something really bad. I walked right into it.’

‘And you walked out?’

‘Not exactly walked.’ Teo’s head swum as he finally managed to get to his feet, but he stayed upright, gripping tightly on to Tommie’s arm and shoulder. ‘Look, I got lucky, but this is serious.’

Her gold-flecked eyes darted up and down the alleyway. ‘How serious?’

‘Get-off-Nar-Shaddaa-tonight serious. I’ve got to get back to the ship.’

‘What about the credits?’

‘I’ll work something out.’ Fuelling Open Ocean would just about wipe out his savings; looked like he’d have to take that Ord Mantell run after all. ‘What about you? Can you get off-planet?’

Too late, he remembered Tommie’s chronic phobia of space travel as the Zabrak waved her hands. ‘No, no, I don’t do off-planet, remember? I don’t care how bad you say it is.’

‘Then go to ground. Go stay with someone, or - Just stay out of sight for a bit, OK? Don’t do anything to draw attention to yourself.’

‘You’re one to talk right now.’

Teo looked down; he’d almost forgotten he was completely naked. ‘Fair.’

‘Here.’ Tommie held out the jacket she’d taken off; fortunately she was almost as broad across the shoulders as Teo.

��This is the best you can do?’

‘Well, I wasn’t exactly planning on - hey, what’s that?’ Tommie grabbed for his arm as Teo lifted it to shrug the jacket on. ‘Did - did someone draw on you? In blood?’

Teo craned his neck to see. There, just below his armpit, where it might be missed by a casual observer: Two curved lines, meeting at one end, diverging at the other, the dark red standing out on his skin.

‘It’s lipstick,’ he said distantly. He could almost hear Karia’s voice: We’re even now, little fish.

‘Someone drew a fish on you in lipstick? What the fuck does that mean?’ Tommie asked, peering at it.

It meant if I see you again, you die.

Teo dragged his fingers across the drawing, smearing until it looked like a bruise. ‘It means not to go poking around where you don’t belong. Come on. We’ve got to go.’

Odessen, 3630 BBY/23 ATC

Teo knew she was there the second that she walked in.

He raised his drink to his mouth and took a swallow to cover up any giveaway changes in his expression, leaning one elbow on the bar with a casualness he was far from feeling as he listened to Hylo’s story. His heartbeats picked up speed as he watched her over the Mirialan’s shoulder, sauntering through the cantina, pausing at the jukebox to scroll through songs. He should have known, if reliable rumour had her away on Dromund Kaas, that there would be every chance she’d actually be on Odessen.

But Visz had wanted a face-to-face meeting with him for months now, and Corso had been desperate to visit Odessen Base since they’d started making runs for the Alliance, and Teo had been running very short on excuses he hadn’t already offered them both. And when Corso had heard that his old slicer buddy Jettison had washed up on Odessen working for the Alliance and insisted on heading there as soon as they were free, Teo hadn’t known how to tell him no. Not without telling him a story that Teo himself didn’t quite understand, or believe, anyway.

Teo tried not to let his eyes stray to the booth where Corso was sitting with Jettison and Bowdaar and a couple of other old buddies; it was stupid, really, but he didn’t want to draw any attention to Corso, not with her in the room. On the face of it, there was no real reason why she should care that Teo was on Odessen, but Teo still remembered the ambiguous message of that fish scrawled in scarlet on his skin, and who knew how she would react to seeing him again?

‘- So the damn things actually seem to be interbreeding with the Shade Stalkers, which means they’ve started to develop this weird camouflage reflex and their scales have started to bend light so we can’t see them in the trees until they drop - Hey, Commander!’ Hylo broke off her story in mid-sentence as she glanced around. ‘Don’t often see you in here.’

She looked over her shoulder and smiled exactly as if she’d just noticed them. ‘Some of us work for a living, you know.’ It was surprising how jarring it was to hear that clipped Kaasian accent clothing the tones he remembered.

‘And here I thought you just lounged around in your quarters all day with handsome men bringing you bon-bons and kneeling at your feet,’ Hylo retorted.

‘I leave that sort of thing to my head logistics expert.’ She turned away from the jukebox and strolled over to them. Her hair was raven-black now, scraped tightly back into a polished bun; her makeup was discreet and cleverly applied enough to look almost like no makeup at all; she wore a form-fitting black speedsuit, trimmed in red, as if ready to flow smoothly into combat mode at a moment’s notice. It was all very familiar from the holos, but it was still a shock to see her, the woman he still somehow thought of as Karia, sauntering up to him. Even her walk was different now, relaxed yet alert, carrying a subtle suggestion of a predator on home turf. ‘Who you’ll notice I’m not surprised to find in the cantina.’

She softened the barb with a teasing half-smile, and Hylo grinned back. ‘Hey, someone’s got to sample the latest shipment of vuul-nut wine, make sure it’s fit for your troops.’ The Mirialan motioned the bar-droid for another glass and poured a measure.

‘I’ve always commended your attention to detail.’ She took the glass Hylo held out to her and sipped, then licked her lips and smiled. ‘Delicious.’

‘Courtesy of the captain here.’ Hylo gestured to Teo. ‘Commander, meet Teo Lunulata. He’s the one who’s been doing such good work for us on the Commenor and Ison Runs. Captain, this is - well, you know who she is.’

Teo tensed, not quite certain how to play this, but she held out her hand to him without a flicker of recognition. ‘Captain.’

He grasped her hand, following her lead with slight relief. ‘An honour, Commander.’

‘First time on Odessen?’ she asked politely.

‘That’s right.’ Teo resisted the urge to look over at Corso, who he knew would be wide-eyed and starstruck in his booth; he was going to catch it later for not introducing him.

‘I was just telling the captain here about some of the new wildlife out in the woods,’ Hylo said.

‘Oh yes, the released specimens.’ She added with seeming casualness, ‘Amazing what can survive in the wild.’

Just like that, Teo was fifteen again, knees hugged to his chest and the sour taste of home-brewed wine on the breath that was fogging up the plexiglass, obscuring the stars. ‘Amazing,’ he answered quietly.

A new song came on the jukebox, some imitation Ithorian ballad Teo vaguely remembered being popular a decade or so ago, and she tilted her head to one side as if listening. ‘I wonder …’ She held out her hand to him. ‘Would you like to dance, Captain?’

Ignoring Hylo’s startled look, and Corso’s wide eyes in his peripheral vision, Teo took her hand. ‘I’d like that, Commander.’

She tugged him gently over to what probably passed for the cantina’s dancefloor of an evening, but which for now was just an empty space in the middle of the floor near the jukebox. Teo was conscious that everybody in the place was staring at them, but she fitted herself against him with such quiet assurance that it was the easiest thing in the world to wrap one arm around her waist and hold her hand with the other.

They danced like that for a few moments in silence, and then she tilted her head back to look up at him and said, ‘So. You finally made it to Odessen.’

‘It’s quite a place.’

‘I can’t take credit for it, believe me.’ There was an edge of bitterness in her tone that made Teo look down at her, and she shook her head slightly and gave him a small smile as if to say that it wasn’t anything to do with him. ‘I saw your name on Hylo’s very first list of operators to contact, but I didn’t know if you’d ever come here.’

Teo debated how to answer that non-question. ‘I didn’t know if you’d feel comfortable with that.’ He didn’t add, Or how quickly you’d have me killed if you weren’t.

The former Cipher Nine raised her eyebrows. ‘What are you going to do, tell people I sometimes pretend to be someone I’m not?’

Teo couldn’t help but smile at the exaggeratedly scandalised tone she used. ‘I suppose that secret’s out.’

‘Still, people close to me tend to become targets.’ Her gaze was direct. ‘You don’t want anyone thinking you’re one of them.’

‘I’ll keep my distance.’

‘Good.’ She cast a sidelong glance back towards the bar. ‘Who’s the boy with the arms?’

Teo resisted the urge to roll his eyes; apparently, people were never going to stop referring to Corso as a boy despite the lines at the corner of his eyes that deepened when he smiled and the touches of grey creeping into his hair at the temples. ‘That’s Corso Riggs.’ She would never have asked if she didn’t already know, so he added: ‘My husband.’

She gave another look at Corso from underneath her eyelashes. ‘He looks too good for you.’

‘He is.’

She smiled a little at the absolute conviction in his tone. ‘And here I thought you only liked things that were bad for you.’

‘You weren’t bad for me. I mean, Karia wasn’t. I mean -’ Teo abandoned his attempt at precision. ‘I guess I still think of her as … real.’

‘She’s at least as real as I am. Maybe more.’ She looked a little rueful. ‘I think I’ve buried her, and then you walk in. I suppose it’s harder than it should be, to let go of the people you were when you were young.’

‘Worth making the effort, though.’

‘Maybe.’ She cocked her head on one side. ‘How are you going to explain this to your husband?’

‘How are you going to explain dancing with a random freighter captain in the middle of the day?’ Teo shot back.

‘I like a challenge.’ She settled herself a little closer to him as the ballad continued, seemingly oblivious of all the watching eyes. ‘Besides, it helps to do something unexpected every so often. Otherwise my people might stop thinking of me as deeply enigmatic, and that would never do.’

Teo had occasionally whiled away long, slow nights in the cockpit over the past few years by idly putting together everything he knew or guessed about the woman now in his arms. But it struck him then that he’d never really thought about how hard it must be, for someone whose entire existence was predicated on disappearing, to find herself wearing the most famous face in the galaxy.

She must have seen the change in his face, because she said with an air of slight resignation, ‘Go on, say it.’

‘What?’

She rolled her eyes. ‘Standing at the bar, you were burning with something to say, so say it now. Ask your questions. You won’t get another chance.’

‘Well, I do have questions,’ Teo said slowly. ‘I can live without the answers, though. But there is one thing I wanted to say to Karia Madesh, if I ever saw her again.’

‘And what’s that?’

‘Thank you.’

She smiled, looking away. ‘Couldn’t let you die because you got out of the wrong elevator.’

‘I didn’t mean Nar Shaddaa.’

Her eyes flew back to his face, but all she said was ‘Oh.’

‘She was the first friend I ever had.’ Teo hated how that sounded - like he was asking for, like he thought he deserved, sympathy - but this was the only time and place he was ever going to get the chance to try to say this. ‘She - the things she said - she helped me. Even if that wasn’t what she was trying to do.’

‘She wanted to,’ she said slowly. ‘She cared about you. Well, you pissed her off.’ Teo smiled at the way she said it, like those two things were synonymous. ‘You had everything, all around you, and you couldn’t see it. Everything she -’ She broke off, stared past him blankly for a moment and then gave a tiny shake of her head. ‘Anyway.’ She refocused on Teo and smiled up at him. ‘She’d have been glad to see you thriving … little fish.’

Teo groaned. ‘Please don’t let my crew hear you call me that.’

‘Oh, I’ll do better than that.’ She slid her hand around the back of his neck and leaned in closer to him. ‘How about I get you in trouble one last time? For old times’ sake?’

Teo considered. ‘But will you get me out of it?’

‘You’ll just have to take your chances.’

The kiss was long, and sweet, and almost torturously slow, neither of them wanting to be the first one to pull away. It had been a long time since Teo had kissed a woman, or anyone apart from Corso, and he had almost forgotten what it was like - the softness, the urge to drop his hands and pull her up onto her tiptoes and against him. The curious stares he could feel upon them, the knowledge of something illicit and never-to-be-repeated, even the fact that he knew Corso was watching, it all added up to something tormentingly delicious, until Teo’s head swam when he finally, reluctantly broke the kiss.

‘What do you know,’ he said absently, lost in staring down at her, ‘I stayed upright this time.’ He took a breath and then released it, long and slow. ‘So is that what I missed out on in the airlock?’

She smirked, gently disengaging his arm from around her waist as the song came to an end. ‘Trust me when I say that you have no idea what you missed out on in the airlock.’

‘You’re not going to walk me back to my friends?’ Teo objected as she stepped back. ‘That’s no way to treat a respectable boy.’

She spread her hands in a theatrical shrug. ‘Don’t you know by now I’m a bad girl?’

‘Maybe not as bad as all that,’ Teo said gently. Then he winked. ‘But they won’t hear it from me.’

She smiled and sketched a cross over her heart, then turned to walk away.

As she did so, Teo glimpsed the expression that she’d worn to look at him wiped from her face in an instant, the warmth and life gone in a second to be replaced with stone.

He had the feeling she’d wanted him to see that, just as she’d once left a message on his skin for him to find; her own protective colouration, a signal from one predator to another, or just another way of hiding in plain sight? He wasn’t entirely sure she didn’t want him to try to find out.

But if there was one thing he still owed Karia Madeesh, it was distance. So he went back over to the booth, to Corso and Bowdaar and the others, and told them to prepare the ship for departure.

It was time to be somewhere else.

[stclla]

hello loves! my name is bri and i’m so excited to get the chance to write with all of your beautiful muses ♡ i just turned 24 (ew), my pronouns are she/her, and my timezone is est (luckily i live about an hour outside of nyc, and plan to move there permanently in 2021 yay !!!) 

tbh it’s been at least a year since my last rp group and i’m a little rusty, so pls feel free to share your tips and lmk how i’m doing :) my writing style is pretty flexible and i match length, pov, etc. and now !! a little bit of info about my beautiful chaotic bby stella:

ABOUT.

estelle “stella” celestine evans was spotted in the fashion district adorning gucci ankle boots , with some airpod pros on . they’re most likely listening to heat waves by glass animals . you may know them as @stella or as that sydney sweeney lookalike . their twenty-second birthday just passed . while living in the upper east side , they’ve gained a bit of a reputation . they’re known to be reckless but on the other hand warmhearted . wonder if they’ll be the next person to hit the headlines .

BASIC INFO.

Full Name: Estelle Celestine Evans

Nickname(s): Stella

Age: 22

Date of Birth: August 4, 1998

Sun Sign: Leo

Moon Sign: Cancer

Rising Sign: Scorpio

Hometown: Beverly Hills, CA

Current Location: Upper East Side, NY

Gender: Cis female

Pronouns: She/her

Orientation: Pansexual

Political Affiliation: Liberal

Occupation: Supermodel, socialite, influencer

Career Highlights: Victoria’s Secret Angel, high fashion runways, print & editorial work, music video appearances, photography, art direction

Goals/Passions: Photography, art direction, fashion design, makeup, social media

Career Claim: Gigi Hadid

BIOGRAPHY.

When your mom’s a legendary supermodel and your dad is a smooth talking Hollywood talent agent, it’s safe to say that you were probably born with a silver spoon in your mouth. But don’t you dare say that shit to Stella Evans. Although she definitely enjoyed the finer things in life growing up and was practically gifted a spot in wealthy elite by her parents, Stella likes to believe that she did it all herself. And underneath it all - the glitz and the glam and the money and the flashing lights - maybe she actually did.

While this blonde haired, blue eyed beauty might be the spitting image of her mother with a few (okay, a lot) more extra curves, Stella tries to distance herself from her family heritage as much as possible. It started in kindergarten when she renamed herself. After all, being named after the notorious Estelle Evans doesn’t make you a lot of friends when you’re five. It makes you the subject of ridicule from your peers, and makes your teachers treat you as if you were the one posing topless in Italian Vogue. And when your mother made you model for a big Baby Guess modeling campaign at the age of 2, kids tended to talk. So she became Stella. Just Stella.

From then on, she did everything she could to separate herself from her parents. If her parents said to stay in, she went out. If they told her to get good grades, she failed her classes in retaliation. Their attention was all consuming, especially her mother’s. After the once popular cover girl had retired, she turned all of her attention to her daughter. Stella’s modeling work had been paused at the suggestion of her talent agent father, Arthur Evans. He wanted her to focus on school and get an education so she could take over the talent agency one day. But when Estelle and Arthur divorced when Stella was 10 years old, all bets were off.

Her mother hopped from loveless marriage to loveless marriage, dragging Stella along for the ride. Her father moved to the Upper East Side, vowing to see her at Christmas each year, while Stella jetted around the world against her will. 6th and 7th grade in Sweden, 8th grade in London, 9th and 10th grade in Paris. It was a long and lonely adolescence, but Stella filled it with booze, bars, and boys and girls to keep her company. Partying was her only escape. And she was damn good at escaping.

She had her first real relationship when she was 16. He was an older French financier who was content to spoil her rotten and show her a good time. Perhaps too good a time. Stella was introduced to the things that would become her vices - namely, drugs and alcohol. Her mother proved to be overbearing but oblivious. She would do things like criticize her daughter’s makeup, clothing, and body, but be completely unaware that Stella was doing things like snorting coke to get thinner. She’d call her trashy for going out to clubs, then look the other way when Stella would wear a short mini skirt when leaving for “study sessions” at the library. With Stella’s clever wit and electric charisma, it really was too easy. The drugs combined with the alcohol made her feel better because she didn’t really feel anything at all. Plus, if her parents hated partying, then Stella would learn to love it.

Shit hit the fan when Stella was arrested in France. Something about being an accomplice to international drug smuggling and being under the influence of a controlled substance - whatever. 16 year old Stella got off with a slap on the wrist due to her connections, promising to move back to New York with her dad until she was 18 and legal. The Upper East Side was her new home, and weirdly enough, she actually kind of liked it. It was easier to start over in New York, where no one cared about her washed up mother. But they did care about money, wealth, and excess, which Stella was more than an expert in, whether she liked it or not. This made her presence in the New York social scene almost magnetic. People would flock to her, drawn in by her ethereal beauty, effortless charm, and “fuck it all” party girl attitude.

Attention was a dangerous drug for a girl like Stella, who had spent her whole life freeing herself from her mother’s tarnished legacy. And when she had finally done it, had finally succeeded in making people call her “Stella Evans” instead of “Baby Estelle”, it made her wild with reckless abandon. All her new friends and lovers wanted to buy her shots and make her feel good any way she wanted, and it was only polite for Stella to let them do it.

The next few years were filled with exclusive clubs, raucous spring breaks, glamorous yacht parties, champagne kisses with boys and girls, social media notoriety, and juicy headlines that cemented her status as an it-girl. Her modeling career resumed with a promise to her father that she would go to college at the same time. Armed with a golden reputation, endless connections, and natural charisma and talent, Stella began to walk all the major runways and was in talks to appear in Sports Illustrated and Victoria’s Secret. Unlike her mother, she proved that she had both high fashion attitude and sex appeal. Stella was unstoppable.

Until she wasn’t. After a night of drinking and an ill-timed bet that she could parallel park her date’s Range Rover (despite the fact that Stella didn’t have a license to speak of), the police charged her with a DUI. This time, she didn’t get off so easy. Her father pulled as many strings as possible to keep her image clean in the press, but word got out anyway. Fucking instagram.

Faced with the threat of losing her big modeling campaigns, Stella agreed to clean up her image. Think rehab, charity work, inspirational interviews. The whole shebang. And it worked - kind of. It’s hard to navigate a world filled with temptation, but Stella doesn’t know how to survive without the glitz and glamour of the wealthy world. She dropped out of college against her dad’s wishes, officially surrendering herself to the New York social scene. Rich girls have more fun, anyway. But sometimes she hates it and wants to be “normal”. Even so, she knows that she never will be and embraces the beautiful chaos that her life of excess brings to her.

As far as rich kids go, Stella is almost down-to-earth. Kind of. She likes to think that she is, but she’s also the kind of girl who would never be caught dead on the subway. Or a taxi. Black cars and private jets only, please. Underneath it all, Stella wants (and frankly, needs) real connections in her life. People who genuinely care about her and have her best interests at heart are extremely rare, so when Stella lets someone get close to her, they’re with her for life. Her reckless, carefree attitude can definitely get her into trouble, so she can be a handful.

But one of her shining traits is that she doesn’t judge, at least not as openly and viciously as her peers. Stella’s life of wealth and status is definitely ingrained in her, but she is also openminded and accepting. Her friends don’t need to be old money. They just need to be real. You can catch her being the talk of the town in her native Upper East Side, but also vibing with the up and comers in Tribeca. Below the layers of superficiality and obsession with the finer things in life, this supermodel has a heart of gold. But don’t fuck with her. Stella is dangerous and defiant when she wants to be, and nothing can get in the way of her getting what she wants. Even if what she wants could destroy her one day.

*** her bio is still a wip and i’m working on some inspo for wanted connections, but definitely lmk if you have any questions or think stella would be a good fit for connections with your muses ! 

[marvelsdc22]

Is She Replacing Me?

Intro: Hello, lovelies!! I hope you guys are having a good day/night!! This was requested by an anon, I hope you enjoy it, bby!! :)

Note: Slightly angst but otherwise fluffy. Also, I’m lowkey struggling with writing lately, but I’m slowly getting back into the flow ^.^

Word Count: 1406

Young teen little luthor (Lena’s her guardian) is worried when Lena starts dating Kara she’ll forget all about her. Lena and Kara both talk about how she’s such an important part of both their lives.

You had moved in with Lena after Lillian had died which you weren’t complaining about since you hated living with your mom, at least your sister seemed to care about you “Hey, Le?” You called from your room, you having been looking for your math homework that you swore you left on your desk “What’s up?” Lena asked, poking her head into your bedroom and looking at you “Did you see where I put my homework? It was on my desk last night” you said, looking at her and watching her nod “Yeah, I slipped it into your bag after I came to tell you goodnight” she said, her having come in when you had already fallen asleep “Oh… Thanks” you said, breathing out a sigh of relief.

“Can we talk?” Lena asked, sitting down next to you on the bed after you collapsed down onto it “Sure” you said, looking at her and watching as she took your hand gently “So… Kara and I are going on a date tomorrow” she said, knowing that you’d only met Kara a handful of times but she figured you liked her “Oh… That’s great, Le” you said, putting a fake smile on your face; you liked Kara, don’t get me wrong, but you were afraid of being replaced in Lena’s world and sometimes it felt like Kara was on the verge of doing just that, but you forced yourself to be happy for your sister since she seemed happy.

The next day, you were working on some homework in the living room while Lena got ready for the date, looking up when there was a knock on the door and setting your stuff to the side before you went and opened the door “Hey Kara” you said, giving her a smile before she scooped you into a hug, her seeing you as a little sister and smiling as you laughed “You act like you haven’t seen me in weeks” you giggled, managing to escape her death grip on you and watching as she pouted “Maybe cause I haven’t, squirt” she said, gently ruffling your hair before you let her in.

“Where’s your sister?” Kara asked as you returned to your spot on the couch “Getting ready, she should be almost done” you said, pulling the notebook and textbook back onto your lap and watching as she nodded before you focused on your homework once more “25” Lena said, causing you to jump since you hadn’t heard her walk into the room, let alone towards you and looking up, seeing her fixing an earring as she looked at your math homework “Thanks” you said, giving her a small smile before you wrote that down, looking over at Kara whose mouth was practically on the full “You’ll catch flies, darling” Lena said, walking over to Kara and using her finger to close her mouth “Do you need anything before I head out, sweetheart?” She asked, looking at you and looking nervous to which you gave her a reassuring smile “I’ll be okay, you two have fun” you said, watching her nod before the two of them headed out, you letting out a sigh as you became lost in your thoughts.

As time went on, Kara and Lena were hanging out more and more, to the point whenever Lena was home so was Kara, you having tried to not let it get to you but it honestly felt like Lena was replacing you due to the fact she spent less and less time with you and when she did spend time with you, Kara was around; one day, you had had a bad day at school and some bullying ensued, so you had a nice black eye to show for it, you were now sitting with the bully in question in the principles office and waiting for Lena to get there as you gave your side of the story since you had fought back that time.

When Lena finally showed up, you looked at the door but quickly looked away when you saw Kara there “What happened?” Lena asked, her having only heard that you had gotten into a fight, coming over to you and resting a gentle hand on your back “She hit me!” The kid beside you exclaimed, hearing you scoff and you feeling Lena’s intense gaze on you “I only hit you because you hit me first” you said, shaking your head and keeping your eyes on your feet as the principal, Lena, and the other kids parents discussed everything.

Once you were done, you stayed silent the whole ride back home while Kara and Lena tried to discuss everything with you, you making a quick escape once Lena parked the car, slamming the car door shut before you ran inside, Lena watching you with a worried look before she looked at Kara who held the same worried look before they headed inside.

“Y/N?” Lena asked, knocking on your bedroom door and trying the doorknob only for it to be locked “Sweetheart, please let me in” Lena said, resting her head on the door as she tried to listen for you “Honey, please” she begged, standing there for a bit and waving Kara away when she came over to check before she heard you unlock the door, she opened the door and rested against the door frame for a moment, seeing you sitting on your bed and staring down at your hands “Do you want to tell me what’s going on?” She asked, looking at you and watching as you just shrugged.

Walking over to you she gently ran her fingers through your hair once she got close enough to you before sitting down next to you on the bed “That fight wasn’t my fault” you said, your voice cracking and feeling her wrap an arm around you  “I know, sweetheart” she said, knowing that you wouldn’t hurt a fly unless necessary “Now, what’s been having you so quiet lately, hm?” She asked, pulling you into her side which you allowed, resting your head on her shoulder.

“Is Kara replacing me?” You asked softly after a beat of silence, not seeing the shock on her face at your words before she shook her head and maneuvered so she could cup your face gently “Sweetheart, no… Kara could never replace you” she said, looking at you and hating that you were feeling that way “Why do you think that?” She asked, looking at you and gently wiping some tears from your good eye “She’s just here all the time and we barely spend time together anymore” you said, glancing up when you caught movement in your peripheral vision, seeing Kara looking upset but also worried as she leaned against the doorframe.

Lena shook her head and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead “I’m so sorry I made you think that way… I thought you liked Kara and didn’t mind her being here, I’m so sorry for not taking your feelings into consideration” she said, knowing that she always tried to get your input on things since they affected you too but she neglected to do that this time “I like Kara, but I don’t like not being able to spend time with you like we used to” you said, looking at her and not minding her being there but you wanted your sister time “I promise we will spend more time together and that we will actually talk” Lena said, looking at you and watching as you cracked a smile before you looked over Lena’s shoulder.

“You don’t have to hide, you know” you told Kara who jumped at the fact she was caught “I’m sorry, Y/N… You and Lena are so important to me, I didn’t think I was giving a little too much” Kara apologized, making her way over to you two and you shook your head “You don’t have to apologize, I like you here” you said, giving her a small smile and watching as she returned it before you stood up and hugged her, her smiling a bit before she wrapped her arms securely around you “I love you, Kara” you said, looking up at her and watching her smile before you looked at Lena “I love you too, Lena” you said, smiling at her and watching her stand up before she pulled both of you into a hug “We love you too, sweetheart”.

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[istanhooman]

I'm going to be making head canons and the like on these characters by @yesimahooman

Totallyahooman, the owner of these characters, said I should make a post about her characters so you all know what you're getting into hehe. They're all cats btw, and I'm on my phone so there's going to be mistakes. Most likely.

Apparently these characters are called the "meme team" because Totally made four of them (Toby, Oliver, Gingerale, and Milo) for an animation meme and fell in love. They didn't even have names until like a month later ig lmao

Toby: He's really friendly, but unlike Two-Tone understands boundaries - even if he's a little hyper and annoying. Toby will happily drop anything for his friends. Basically the generic "good guy" Character (But Totally says he had an edgy phase in a cat's version of teen years). He has three little sisters, who always insisted on playing with him, which didn't work well with his edgy phase. Totally told me he doesn't have a father, but he has a mother that looks a lot like him and she's the sweetest darling ever. Toby's the peach-ish, brown and white one.

Two-Tone: Speaking of Two-Tone, the wittle baby man omg I love him. Totally said he was originally made for the weird animation memes, because she had the nice one, the anxious one, the dad-friend, the angry one and the murderer. And yeah, you can use an edgy killer for weird/edgy memes, but she wanted WEIRD. And so Two-tone was made. But he apparently evolved into a really sweet cat who just doesn't understand how to communicate with people. He's been friends with Toby since childhood (kittenhood?) and seemingly came from nowhere. No parents at all. Toby's family basically adopted him (though I kinda ship them???)

Oliver: Anxious boyo. He's the blue one with big worried eyes. I also love him, he's so adorable. Anyway- Oliver's worrying about everything, constantly. He's also really easy to pick on because he'd be too scared to defend himself. Actually, Cinder tries killing him the most out of the team, which forces Gingerale to protect the bb. Totally told me that when she draws the two, she can't help but draw Oliver huddling behind Gingerale for protection and I live for that. She also said that he was an only child, so he learned how to be by himself and is still getting used to actually being around other cats. She said that Oliver's mom is also really sweet, but she was too soft and didn't force Oliver into anything he was uncomfy with (which were simple fears like the dark or strangers) and so he never got that exposure that's needed to NOT be a crying mess.

Gingerale: The ginger cat. He's a very grumpy boy and hates all things fun. Actually that's not true, but he's very tsundere. He'll bully his friends, but as soon as someone does it, he's going OFF on them. He somehow always catches Cinder when she's trying to kill the team, too which would he so much fun to see. Totally said Gingerale's used to being ignored because he was one of the middle kittens of TWELVE. YOU CAN'T MAKE THIS SHIT UP RNAKKD. kinda sad to imagine tho, poor bby.

Cinder: Finally, the one I kept mentioning. The gray and white gorl. To explain her murderous ways, Totally gave me a run down: As a kitten, Cinder was severely bullied by three older ones. Their mothers didn't do anything to stop it, and Cinder's own mother was too deep in self-pity due to her mate leaving her. All because he didn't want kittens :(. So, Cinder didn't get anyone to defend her from these bullies. One night, Cinder's mom stands up and straight up leaves. Totally gave a small, sad detail of "So, wondering where her mom was going, Cinder followed after her. But Cinder's mom turns only to push the kitten away, giving her an angry glare before leaving for good. Cinder's never seen her again." And i- that's so depressing. Anyway, Cinder finally snapped and killed one of the kittens bullying her. Finally the mothers cared, but only for their own. They exiled Cinder from the area, and Cinder complied. But she never forgot how nice it felt to finally have some power and since then, she's just kinda- killed cats. Totally finished it with "Cinder found the meme team and thought they'd be easy, but Gingerale's a good match against her. So... She's just for comedy's sake now I guess". That was long, sorry.

Milo: Big boi. Big soft boi. I really like him, but also I couldn't help but think about Milo from Pokemon Sword and Shield. I told Totally this and she went "Yeah, I made him before the game was officially out and before I played it. I had no idea" And I'll just accept her word. He's cute tho, the gray tabby. He's bigger than his friends and is super fatherly to them, even though he's around their age. Always making sure Oliver isn't so scared, Two-Tone and Toby are out of trouble, Gingerale actually socializes and the twins are recognized more. Very sweet.

Aidan: Speaking of the twins, they're the last two I need to tell you about! First is Aidan. He's the one with sunglasses. And also the spikier fur, and he's the boy. I like him because he thinks he's really cool and popular, but he's not. In fact Totally always forgets the twins exist. She's getting better at it, she says. She told me that Aidan is that one "I'm so cool" character who's calm and collected usually, but if a girl (or boy, she claims their sexualities are never specified and up to interpretations for the creativity) flirted with him, he'd DIE. I need to make hcs on this.

Nadia: The pretty girl. Basically it. She's really nice and understanding, but always finds a way to insult her brother casually. The twins have always been there for each other, but at the end of the day they're siblings. They're going to argue with each other. In fact, Totally said she likes to take a bit from her own siblings and say things like "Oh yeah, and Nadia one day would be all 'Aidan, brother, listen to me. I love you, but you're ugly. No girl would like you' And Aidan turns to his sister, slightly pulls down the sunglasses that somehow stay on his face and glances at her up and down before sighing, 'But Nadia, you're forgetting. You look just like me, but curly. You're just as ugly as I am, and you won't find love either.' Or smth like that. Just the casual insulting chaos that is siblings".

EDIT: Totally told me she updated character sheets and said I should replace the old ones! So most of these aren't old now

[surrealsunday]

GODDDD GET READY GIRL!! this is my favourite favourite chapter, i loved it more than 8 and yeahhh lets wait for epilogue BUT GOD!!THIS!!CHAP!! i am a fluff baby buuut the angst was de ouf! it hurt in all the right ways omg sooo FIRST OF ALL “Eliott would have heard him over a hundred people screaming. “ THIS LINE !!! i just loooved it so so much, the sheer romanticism🥺

“On your daily list of dramatic bitch ass interns you want to strangle, has Eliott ever made the top five?” Idriss leaves it at that” THIS LINE HAHA (1)

“On your daily list of dramatic bitch ass interns you want to strangle, has Eliott ever made the top five?” Idriss leaves it at that” THIS LINE HAHA

That anon who said that they imagined eliott jerking himself off to the sex tape while crying,,, was sooo on point hahaha although it broke my heartttt when he was imagining lucas and what’d lucas say and him imagining cuddling lucas,, aaahh poor bby😞😞 and the fact that eliott was HURTING AS HELL but he said these out loud to himself “I love you. I love you. Lucas, I love you.” (2)

“Call my mom later. Fret to her about it.”

“Seriously, Eliott?!” He can hear her sigh in frustration.” Ok i didn’t get that why was SHE being frustrated and why eliott apologised her later?? i pretty disliked this lucille talking to eliott’s mom about eliott like he is some idk a thing that has to be discussed?? it annoyed me really and the fact that LUCILLE WAS THE ONE being frustrated?? i dont get it

“Why are you being like this?” “You don’t. Why are you saying that? Why –” His voice cracks. “You don’t hate me.” OK THIS OH MY GOD i could just cry from these 3 lines,,, the hurt that is so visible oh goddddd. (3)

eliott’s conversation with manon!!! was THE BEST thing is2ggg!!! only if i could copy paste the whole convo but the thing that got me specifically was when manon asked him “Does this feel like Lucas to you? The Lucas you know?” and the whole thing eliott thought about how in love he is with lucas,,, BEST BEST 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

“Lucas can’t lose you, Eliott. He’s lost… so much in his life. He’s survived it but… it’s different with you. Please just… give him a chance.” BROKE MY FUCCCN HEART (4)

“Lucas pulls back, hands tight on Eliott’s face, thumbs pressed to his cheeks. There are tears on his own, spilling over onto his cheeks, and Eliott desperately wants to kiss them away “I fucking hate you,” Lucas says through a hiccuped sob. “I hate that I don’t hate you at all. I hate that I’m so fucking in love with you I can’t remember anything before you. But it remembers me.”” FUCK FUCK I GOT CHILLS WHEN I READ THIS SCENE FUCCCC

eliott threatening dr. piece of shit LOLLL my dramatic bbbyyyy (5)

“it’s not just him I’m worried about. I don’t want to see either of you get hurt.” okay this is pretty sweet how their bestfriends care for their partners

“You two are the dumbest gays –” hahahaha idriss stating facts! (6)

“Ok, he can be a bit dramatic. But he’s been dealt a really shitty hand. He’s just doing his best – doing what he thinks is best. And… I like it – love it. The way that he is.”

“Yeah. That’s pretty obvious, bro.”

“I wish he’d let me tell him,” Eliott laments.

“He will. But maybe dial back the drama and stop chasing him around the city.”

Eliott pouts, stubbornly turning his face away. “I don’t think I will.”

Idriss chuckles “Let’s get you home before you set your brain to any other dumbass ways to declare your undying love.”

“That’s not very supportive,” Eliott complains.”,,,, OK THIS CONVO IS SOOO CUTE AND I LOVE LOVE LOVE THE BROMANCE BW THEM!!💓💓💓 (7)

blink if eliott misses lucas and thinks about him in his bedroom and how the last time eliott got peaceful sleep was with lucas in his arms

eliott looking at lucas’ beautifulll smiling picturee was so cute 🧡 (8)

lucas showing up in the middle of night!! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I FELT THROUGH THIS SCENE aaahhh relief hurt love- everyyything!!! the hug🥺🥺🥺 why was lucas saying sorry tho? because he showed up in the middle of night or because of the way he broke off things with eliott??

i didn’t expect lucas saying ily once again and i DID NOT expect him being surprised when eliott said it back because when lucas broke off things,, eliott was clearly saying that they are together and he wants them to be together!!! (9)

“It’s not fair, I wasn’t supposed to meet you yet.” GOD THESE GAY SOULMATES 🥺🥺🥺🧡🧡

i liked them bringing old convos and references hahaha.

“Who taught you to kiss, average?” was he saying this in tease or in compliment?

“You said you thought I was the love of your life.”

“Yeah, well, two orgasms later and I’m sure.” AMAZING BANTER (10)

“Yeah.” Lucas laughs a little. “Turns out you’re my trigger – the one thing I couldn’t fake. And he said –” Lucas cuts himself off. “It doesn’t matter. I punched him.”

THIS WAS AMAZING but im curious what dr. piece of shit said about eli?

“Just for that I’m gonna mix bit of chocolate and fries into your salad when you’re not looking.” AMAZING!!! (11)

moreover i really loved how all of their friends are in secure relationships and still supportive and stuff!! we all need a idriss in our lives honestly 🥺🧡🧡 The last time i bombarded your asks this way when i read 6 and ugggh this chapter is my favourite although it has angst and i’m a fluff baby but STILL i just love it so so much!! i’m so sad about this fic being over but also happy because i’m going to reread it a million and one times. Ok thats all (+what do you say on epilogue a little earlier lol jk...unless??) well love you and your amazing fics xx. (12-end)

💜💜💜💜

YAYYYYYYY!!!! What fun reactions! It makes me sooooo happy it’s your fave chapter now! 

“That anon who said that they imagined eliott jerking himself off to the sex tape while crying” OH MY GOD I KNOW!!!! When that anon sent that ask I lol’ed so hard because it was like... how right you are and how well you know Eliott lmao. 

Oh so the Lucille and Eliott scene. Honestly it’s just an extension of how I saw their relationship in this one. I wanted it to be overall good, but still to have that friction that makes it clear why they didn’t and don’t work well together. Lucille thinks she’s doing what’s right and good for Eliott - talking to his mom, keeping her updated... essentially trying to control his life far too much and not actually allowing a lot of trust. Because they’re not in a relationship, her relationship with Eliott actually does benefit him. It keeps his mom from constantly hovering over him. But of course Eliott will harbour resentment too. So yeah, a tricky relationship. I never go into it fully but there is a lot subtly suggested. 

I love the elevator scene too! And Idriss and Eliott! 

I knew in this one I wanted Lucas to say the ‘I love you’ out loud first. It felt necessary when we’re in Eliott’s head, we know his feelings, and we see him constantly putting himself out there and fighting for Lucas. It’s essentially the narrative (and Lucas!) saying, ‘I’m in this too’. 

The ‘who taught you to kiss, average’ is fully Lucas giving Eliott shit because Eliott was being sloppy and enthusiastic and kissing like a total mess hahaha. 

I’ll answer the question re: what Moreau said in another ask - got a few people asking about it haha. 

I’m so glad you enjoyed the chapter. I loved seeing what stood out to you and all the little moments you enjoyed! 😊💕💕💕💕

[dickie-gayson]

Fun Young Justice Fact!!

I straight up c r i e d during the S1 episode Coldhearted but not for the reason yall think. I've seen MANY discussions and reactions but not ONCE have I seen any love or recognition given to my boi in Coldhearted

THIS IMPORTANT DOCTOR MAN RIGHT HERE. U SEE HIM?? Y'ALL REMEMBER HIM? UR GONNA GET A LESSON ABOUT THIS LOVELY, BEAUTIFUL, INTELLIGENT DOCTOR RIGHT N O W

This doctor (he's the good one, not the goon) isn't named during the show iirc BUT his name is in the credits.

Pieter Cross.

Pieter Cross.

P I E T E R C R O S S

Y'all, Pieter Cross is another dc superhero - one of my favs.

This lovely accented doctor, Pieter Anton Cross, is none other than Doctor Mid-Nite (the second). here's some pics (the first is w his bffl/platonic life partner Michael Holt aka Mister Terrific)

Pieter graduated from Harvard Medical at 19. He's essentially the Hero Community's go-to doctor for everything.

"Doctor Mid-Nite is the world's most prominent superhero doctor. He is often called upon when an autopsy is needed, or when a hero needs major surgery."

Ye, he's had to autopsy his dead friends :( he also does casual checkups. Powergirl goes to him for her check ups and to keep an eye on her powers. He's done a bunch of life-saving surgeries on not only the heroes but ALSO their loved ones! He performed surgery on Lois Lane after she got shot. When Hush removed Catwoman's heart from her body, Doctor Mid-nite and Mister Terrific were able to successfully put it back in and save her.

You not only want him in ur corner when ur hurt, u need him. There's none better! Imagine the sheer amount of crazy powerful allies he has bcus he saves all sorts of heroes and their loved ones! U don't attack the healer unless u wanna get fucked up by the rest of the squad, right? U also don't piss the healer off unless u wanna suffer, right? Same energy, fam. It helps that he can perform surgery flawlessly in the fuckin pitch dark.

He's disabled! In fact, Doctor Mid-Nite is credited as the first disabled superhero in comics! They're talking about Charles McNider, his predecessor, but Pieter Cross is also disabled. He's blind. I won't go into his whole origin but suffice to say he was unwillingly drugged and it caused him to go totally blind except for in the absolute dark.

He can only see in the dark and/or with his specialized lenses iirc. He carries smoke grenades that cause absolute blackness (think vanta black bombs) bcus he can see just fine in it and others can't. Any attack that involves having to see the attack (think Medusa's gaze) doesn't work on him cus he's conventionally blind. HOWEVER when he can see, it's fuckin crazy. Eagles got nothing on how sharp his eyes are in the right setting. Like we're talking super vision.

Those funky lenses on his cowl? They're to let him see in the light. It's kinda like infrared goggles and can let him see ultrasonic as well. Without his tools, he can't see. He got his sight back once and hated it bcus he could no longer work the way he used to.

OTHER FUN FACTS ABOUT THE GREAT DOCTOR

Doctor Mid-Nite has his own website where he provides free medical advice to registered users.

He's Norwegian-born. (That's his accent in that YJ ep)

Him and Mister Terrific are the bestest of friends (I felt the need to reiterate bcus they're Besties for Life. Read 1 comic with them in it and you'll see what I mean)

HE HAS A PET OWL NAMED CHARLIE!! He named him Charlie after the first Doctor Mid-Nite, Charles McNider!! He's trained to aid Pieter in combat! Attack owl!!! Batman has his Robins, Mid-Nite has owl sidekicks!

Highly Skilled Escapologist

He briefly dated Black Canary

His general medical license has been revoked, not that it stops him from practicing and helping ppl. He gives zero fucks. He's here to help, not politick around when ppl are dying.

He never stopped being a doctor, even after becoming a superhero. HE'S A LOVELY, KIND, COMPASSIONATE MAN WHO JUST WANTS TO HELP PPL

He's vegetarian AND he does yoga (imma cry yall, he's so fuckin great)

S1 of Young Justice appears to take place before he gets his powers and becomes Doctor Mid-nite cus he's not wearing any type of glasses. Wally interacted w (imo) one of the greatest heroes and doesn't know it!

Mid-nite is the one everyone says Tim Drake copied with his one Red Robin uniform (it's true too. I wouldn't be surprised if Tim was a Mid-nite fan, they seem like they'd get along)

T H I C C T H I G H S!!! I know everyone talks about Jason's thighs but Pieter's thighs are next level!! I ain't playing! Look at these hams!!

When his mom was pregnant with him, she got attacked. The OG Doctor Mid-nite saved her. Then, when she went into labor, he delivered lil bby Pieter. What are the odds lmaoo

BDE through the roof, fight me. Massive Meat Energy and I won't apologize for saying it

Survived 'seeing' Johnny Sorrow's face even tho it kills legit anyone who looks bcus he's blind. Used the recording his goggles took of JS' face and played it back to Johnny and beat him lmaoo

As someone summarized nicely: 'Prior to him getting blind, Dr. Pieter was a very caring man.. He would take a walk in the evening every day and helps out poor people who live in the streets, especially to those who are addicted to drugs.. He would help out missionaries in donation to help the poor and the hungry.. A Poor People Savior you might say."

"Doctor Cross uses his medical expertise as a hand-to-hand weapon. Once, when challenged to arm wrestle, he won by triggering the proper nerves in his opponent's arm." Savage Nerd Alert. Can, has, and will continue to use his Galaxy Brain (and BDE) to beat ppl, dirty technique or not.

Geoff Johns on Doctor Mid-Nite: "Doctor Mid-Nite is a visionary, figuratively and literally. Blinded by an accident, he’s able to see on all spectrums through the filters on his goggles."

Here's some of him being the Super Doctor:

Helped Alan Scott to determine if he was composed of the Green flame of Starheart

Helped Power Girl to check and test her powers

Saved Hourman's life by performing an emergency surgery

Saved Oracle by removing the Brainiac virus which possessed her body

Saved Lois Lane's Life by removing a sniper bullet after she was shot

Helped Raven to drive the demonic possession that attacked her by using Hologram Tech

I love him and would die for more content about him

Srsly I'll cry if even one(1) person acknowledges him in a YJ fic (or any fic tbh)

APPRECIATE DOCTOR PIETER ANTON 'MID-NITE' CROSS OR P E R I S H

Also if ur writing a YJ fic and have need for a doctor, pls add him. He didn't graduate med school to be ignored, yall. Or add him in just bcus he's rad af. At least do it for Charlie the owl!!

[hudsonisms]

⌠ LOGAN SHROYER, 23, CIS MALE, HE/HIM ⌡ welcome to  gallagher academy, RICHARD HUDSON! originally hailing from JONESBOROUGH, TENNESSEE, they were exposed to too much during the protest, and the academy is now in charge of their safe care. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of (primped blonde hair, white converse, letterman jacket, a warm and genuine smile). when it’s the (libra)’s birthday on 10/11/1996, on the bad nights they request their FRIED CHICKEN from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re safe in witness protection. ⌿ deanna, 24, she/her, est ⍀

come welcome my new bby boy please and thank you !  ( also this got long I’M SORRY )

first and foremost, these are the names NOT to call him: richard, rich, richie, dick, or dickie  ( yikes ) .  somehow his parents thought it was a good idea to give their eldest son a nickname of DICKIE, which no matter how much he hated it stuck like glue, and the older he got the more jokes he heard about it. when he eventually left his small town to make his way in the world, he dropped the nickname and his first name all together and decided to just go by his last name: HUDSON.  so please, call him hudson kthx

hudson’s the oldest of three kids in a painfully middle class family. his dad’s a banker and his mom’s as a preschool teacher, high school sweethearts who have been in love with since they fifteen and continue to be in love and generally gross their youngest two kids out with their lovefest. 

but hudson found his parents absolutely charming, and kickstarted the romantic he’d one day become.

his parents had hudson when they were only nineteen, a fun little accident that stemmed a shotgun wedding. they wouldn’t have their other two kids  ( milo & cameron )  until much later, when they had more money and a house to themselves and all that jazz. by the time his little brother milo was born, hudson was fourteen years old, and when they had cami he was sixteen. 

he helped take care of them while he was still around to do so, and lowkey loves the kids like they’re his own. but hudson also can’t wait until they’re adults already and he can have normal sibling relationships with em. 

the town he grew up in was small and didn’t have a whole lot to do -- though it’s tennesee’s oldest town, a fact that has been shoved into his brain for as long as he could remember -- so it was a lot of running around outside and riding his bike with his friends and causing general little boy mischief. he was always a good kid though, even if he was pretty easy to peer pressure into doing less than noble things  ( teenagers, ya know ? )

hudson can’t remember when he started to feel like he wanted more than the small town life his parents had given him, but by high school he was already looking into colleges as far as possible, places that could help him one day CHANGE THE WORLD.

he had the grades for some of the best schools in the country, but he didn’t have the world experience they needed or he wanted. so he took a gap year after graduating high school to volunteer in third-world countries, building up his resume and college applications  ( but also genuinely looking to make a difference and learn about other cultures )  so he could apply for the next school year.

the one thing that surprised him the most about traveling that year was how HOMESICK he became. not for tennessee, but for his parents and his little siblings who were getting bitter and bigger every time they face timed. so when he got accepted into GEORGETOWN UNIVERSITY -- only a six hour drive home, much closer than the other schools he had been looking at.

now a senior at georgetown, hudson has been THRIVING there. he’s a peace & justice studies and political economy double major and co-president of the amnesty international club  ( along with his bff steph as president ) .  but that’s not all he does -- he’s in an honors fraternity, a part of two other clubs, and volunteers on the weekend at the nearby animal shelter. it sounds super Excessive, but hudson genuinely likes keeping busy :  he had been looking forward to going away to a great college for a long time, so he wanted to make the most of his time there.

he’s EXTREMELY likable, basically a golden retriever tbh. he’s no longer the pushover he once was and is very sure in his beliefs, but is always willing to hear someone else out and rarely starts fights  ( only  “ dialogues “ ) .  he’s charming but in a genuine way.

he’s literally that all american boy who played football in high school. troy bolton ain’t got nothing on him smh. 

he wants to work in the peace corps after college  ( we get it hudson, you’re a good person ) . before getting a job in the government. he loves washington dc and hopes to one day settle down there.

and by  “ settle down “   i’m talking this guy wants a wife, some kids, a white picket fence... not NOW because there’s still so much he wants to do, but back home nearly half his old high school classmates are engaged, married or with babies on the way, so he’s starting to feel that compulsion to find his PERSON.

he has a southern accent that’s super cute if i do say so myself.

uhh being at gallagher is super WEIRD for him because just twelve hours ago he was at a protest that he had a hand in starting and now classmates of his are dead and he’s in hiding at this weird school when he’s supposed to be starting his last semester at college and like??? will he graduate on time??? do his parents know where he is??? he has a lot of questions.

but since he’s in a leadership position in the club, he feels like he has to try the hardest to look Calm and Collected and not freak the absolute fuck out like he wants to.

if you got this far i appreciate you and slide into my discord if you wanna plot xoxo

[lokislittlemagpie]

ask 16 and 32 wuw

((WOAH OMG HI LMAO- I'll add a meme for them too just to show more of their personality-)

Lets start with Benny!

(THIS IS A 20 YEAR TIME SKIP TO THE CURRENT SERIES!!!)

32) (this actually helps with explaining him anyway-) Benny was designed after Brook the skeleton big time- He has darker skin and jade eyes like his mom (an undead demon 1800s girl i made a long while back-) Unlike both parents, he is fully living since he was created by CC! But he does have a veerry sensitive body (can get sick very easily or can very easily die by eating anything too spicy-) small heart issues, and is kinda thin- He is about 6 feet 7 inches and has dark black curly hair that he usually has inna tight pony tail! (kinda like Usopp but it drops down more, not as round rlly) He is 18!

16) Benny, as i said, is a lot like Brook but he is also incredibly inspired by Cyclonus too! He does have a love for old music and loves sword canes- But hes a huge chicken like Brook too- He loves Les Misrerables and he loves Hamilton- if you even get this man started, he will earrape One more Day and Satisfied until that's all you can hear in your worst nightmares-

32) Yunni is about 5 feet 6 inch of pure sass- He is blond with big green eyes that are quite beautiful actually- He loves pink booty shorts and crop tops with things that say the dumbest jokes like "kawaii on the streets" on the front and "Senpai in the sheets" on the back- He is a great cook and will gladly be your sassy prep boi- his hair is kinda a combo of Sanji and Italy from Hetalia- He has that one strand of curly hair like he does but theat medium hair that covers one eye like Sanji but it's longer on the left and curls at the tips! He is 24!

16) He is inspired by 4 characters! Sanji, Italy, Swerve, and Bumblebee- His personality is a mush of Swerves low self-esteem jokes, Bumblebee Bayverse sass, Italy's cuteness, and Sanjis slight anger problems and his cooking skills aren't as great but hes a great bar tender! He loves Jeff Dunham, Gordon Ramsay, and Kevin Hart and he references their jokes or threats on the daily-

32) Ruby is the daughter of two black magicians! Basil Hawkins and Dorothy Hopkins (whos next!) She has looong hair like her dad but is a slightly dark brown with black a the tips! She has his deep red eyes tho- Her face is more rounded like her mother's and she's only 5 foot 4- She's calm ajd quiet but can and will burn you not just literally but with just five words, your life is over- She always has a small smile on her face and always carries her book of spells! She has both her parents clothing sense wth dark clothes but she has to have her fathers old school frills and long black and red robes like her mother! She is 20!

16) She is inspired obviously from Hawkins- But she is very slightly tinted with Drift from Bayverse! She will tell dark dark poems at honestly the not so best of times- and she loves swords! She loves Adventure time and Steven Universe- Its the only light side to her just don't say that to her face-

32) Dorothy is a 5 foot 5 Long slightly curly black curly haired magician! She has a third eye that runs in her now extinct royal family. She is always gently smiling but will put you in your place- One cold stare and make you wanna regret being born- She keeps her third eye covered with her hair and has emerald green eyes- her third eye has a huge dry eye problem so its kinda lightly tinted yellow with red veins- but its still green! She loves her medical dark magic gowns and gear! She is more into demons and sacrifice while Ruby likes to summon little demons and do blood moon stuff! They both love crystals tho! Amythest and Quartz are a must-

16) She is inspired by only a two people- Loki from Marvel with her slight sense of humor and honestly her hair- And she is also like The Black Magician who is from Princess and the frog who I can't remember the name of- She becomes someone else if she uses dark magic too long at once! She loves soap operas and would die to see Phantom of the Opera live-

32) Lucas is a fun loving spider mink human hybrid! He is the son of Admiral Kizaru and My GFs OC Kasumi! He looks a lot like his dad but his personality is a little different! His hair is more curly and his a milk chocolate brown! He has four eyes but usually only uses the blue bottom eyes and keeps the red upper ones closed- He has elf like pointy ears and his dad's ridiculous lips- He has his eye brows too- But! he has his mom's fangs and eyes! He also has for slightly clawed arms and hands! He is just at perfect 6 feet! He uses swords and webs in battle that come from his hands like spiderman! He is calm but has many jokes and could be hiding anywhere- He is always smiling and tapping a foot to some song in his head- He loves his light peach orange uni pocket hoodie and his loose dark blue jeans with his converse-

16) Hes inspired by Kizaru of course and he is like a Rose Trantula kinda- More calm than most big spiders but still can and will fight you- He is also inspired clearly by spiderman! He also kinda reminds me of Whirl when he snaps- Or like IDW Drift when he gets Slicy dicey- He loves the old stuff like Ren and Stimpy and he still gets nightmare about "return the slaaaab" From Courts the cowardly dog-

32) Julie Ann is a pink haired girl with purple tips and is full of spunk and curse words- She has a thin mechanical arm after getting it blown of by her own inventions! She is smart and narcissistic but secretly fears being alone- She loves military boots and torn up rock shirts that are almost a little revealing thanks to the giant arm pit holes- she loves black leather pants and always has half her head shaved on the left while the right is just flying around! But she does have a piece perminantly braided in the front of her head on the right and it's a just a few inches passed her shoulders- She will fist fight god and walk backwards into hell with both birds up- she has sky blue eyes!

16) She is inspired By Julie Sue from the sonic comics! (The older stuff) and Eustass Kidd from one piece! She can be a lot like Braintsorm/ Whirl too- Shes a scary woman- Five Finger Death Punch and the all edgy verse of DC is her life-

32) Mel is A very shy GIANT Angler fish- I know in real life male anglers are tiny as hell but I really wanted a big shy man and Mel happened- Melvin is green with sea blue spike fins on his arms and back of his calfs! He has huge spike fin gills too but has learned to breath air over time- he has the little dangling trap from his forehead and has a combed over blue mohawk- He has big sharp teeth that poke out from his mouth in random places- his hands have blue webbing and so does his feet- His eyes are black and have gold squiggly irises- He is at a scary 7 feet 4 inches but he just wants hugs- This man cries when watching Endgame and Phantom of the Opera- He has a love for shirts that are just a little loose on him and loves jean shorts with sandles! He also loves crocs- Don't tease him he'll literally cry-

16) He is inspired actually by Ten from IDW and a bit of Endgame Hulk- He is also like inspired by Katakuri from One Piece! His sharp teeth from Kat and his body build is not quite as beefy as Hulk but he's kinda close honestly- He loves Steven Universe and the original Teen Titans! He squeals like a fan boy when ever he sees Beast boy-

32) Jake is happy smart mini Dobbie! He is the shortest standing at 4 feet 5 inches! He has a stub tail and a golden pirate ring piercing on his right ear! He has all the colors and looks of a dobbie he just smol- He loves to fix things and will growl if you poke to much fun at him- Ruby calls it 'Short man syndrom' and he hates it- He only wears blue torn up blue mean shorts- No shirt and no shoes- His eyes are bright bby boi sea blue! He loves head pats every now and then and loves bacon- You can kill this mans family and hell forgive you for 5 pounds of bacon- He blasts Wheezer and Gorillaz from his work shop at all times!

16) He is inspired by your typical tiny Dobbie! But he kinda looks like a mechanic version of Rewind- He is also inspired by an old friends dog who was named Jake! He doesn't watch much tv or movies but if he does its gotta Be Marvel- This man looks up to Tony Stark like a god and has an Iron man poster for modivation in his shop-

((I hope this isn't like too gross or annoying- Ive never mentioned any of my OCs- In fact i just forgot my main OC Lola- w o w- If you want stuff for her just let me know! I'll even try to find my old doodles and my gfs doodles if you want me to-))

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PRESENTING. RANDOM DEEP DIVE WITH INDIGO-MUN AT 2AM ;

FIRST NAME Good fucking question… It’s (sort-of) currently Dylann! I was Kieran before that, though; it’s still used as one of my first names and I’m not used to Dylann quite yet bc I’ve just started using it. 

Indigo is one of my middle names though, and I’ve used it as an online handle elsewhere forever so I use it here now!  [ Fun etymology facts: Dylan(n) is a mythology name generally meaning “born of the wave” (aspiring diver & a water witch at heart). Kieran means “little dark one” bc of my love for horror, && I chose Indigo bc as a kid to be it was neither boy (blue) or purple (girl) and was both and neither as well as my absolute favorite color as this vibrant ass mystical color. ]

STRANGE FACT ABOUT YOURSELF hmmmmm…. I’m a horror lover at heart, so as a child (I wanna say 12), I was walking through an antique store (I have a few cool finds, I considered putting my other one as the fact tbh) and I turned the corner and I saw these two dolls staring back at me at the foot of the stairs of this antique building. my blood froze, and i felt my stomach drop. i got actual, physical goosebumps stumbling across these two creepy dolls staring back at me in the corner, and i couldn’t leave the store without them. perhaps the little painted porcelain boy would be somewhat spooky by himself if it wasn’t for the terrifying lidded gaze of the porcelain girl with the hairline fractures and slightly open lips. i cant look at her. i dont really find dolls scary, I like to find the spookier ones ones, and she makes me paranoid as hell. i keep her face covered and her up in my closet except for when i bring her out to show her off proudly as the spookiest thing I have but……. i dont really collect dolls anymore.  even thinking about her brings a fearful tear to my eye.  i don’t like to think about her for very long, but that’s why I’m so fucking proud to own her. ( YES — I’m THAT white person in the horror film )

TOP THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE ON A PERSON hhhhh a beardy jawline, high cheekbones, crooked canine teeth >:3c

A FOOD YOU COULD EAT FOREVER AND NOT GET BORED OF b.l.t.’s with avocado. ahhhh. my mouth is watering just thinking about it, oh my god. just a bit of salt and pepper???

A FOOD YOU HATE barbecue anything, i hate the taste of bbq sauce, you keep your nasty black goo to yourselves at the grill. twice in my life i have presented with barbecue pizza and both times i cried literal tears. why would you do such a horrible thing to a person? what kind of a monster are you? how do you sleep at night?!

GUILTY PLEASURE the sims. constantly. always. i’ve sunk thousands of hours into my households. oh also uhhhhhh i run two 80s horror blogs, one being a shitpost blog with occasional art of mine and one gremlin fanfic ship blog for horrible, terrible self indulgent fanfics i’ll get the courage to finish writing & post so i can be cancelled on tumblr for at some point. NO, i won’t link them. as i pretend they’re even all that hard to find, within a day i was found on both by someone i admire here a lot :’) ilu bby thnk u eternally for supporting ur local horrifying dumbass wtf

WHAT DO YOU SLEEP IN the same clothes i’ve been wearing all day usually, my sweats & long sleeve raglans or my hoodies. i like being cozy day & and out. and ugh. efoort. just throw me in a blanket in a cool room and im out.

SERIOUS RELATIONSHIPS OR FLINGS serious relationships with some openness or poly. i wish i could fling! just not exactly easy for demisexual autistics lmao.

IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN THE PAST AND CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOUR LIFE, WOULD YOU AND WHAT WOULD IT BE I think I would be adopted by my grandma as a kid. It would save me some trauma but mostly I think it would get my autism diagnosed way earlier and save me angsting all these years of wondering why & thinking it’s my fault I’m struggling so much and so loud and affectionate and different in a world that i didnt fit in the same way. 

ARE YOU AN AFFECTIONATE PERSON when i get drunk i text people how much they mean to me in my life. does that answer your question? ahhh. i’m sometimes a cuddle monster with friends, i message people with long texts about how much they mean to me, but I sometimes really don’t like to be touched at all. 

A MOVIE YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN FLYPAPER.  F L Y P A P E R.  FLYPAPER.  FLY, and, I can’t stress this enough, fucking PAPER. ( Though also Whole Nine Yards and both Re-Animator & Bride ). I have watched Flypaper already like, 5 times this week and I’m still not done, and the other movies have been on repeat for days in this household within the last year. In the past it has also been Donnie Darko & the new Nightmare on Elm Street.  roast me.

FAVORITE BOOK White Fang by Jack London. Have I actually ever finished it? No. Do I still own a copy I’ve had since childhood thru multiple dogs eating it, taking it to and from school, and highlighting and circling all the best parts of chapter one ever since I was a kid and it was too hard of a book for me to read? You bet your ass. If I ever need inspiration I just reread chapter 1. Although one of my other favorites was Broken Monsters by Lauren Beukes. But White Fang is like, a weirdly personal text. We stan London’s writing in this household.

YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO KEEP ANY ANIMAL AS A PET, WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE FENNEC FOX!! I used to daydream about having my own named Shiloh when I was a lil kid. they’re adorable little things and i am obsessed. i mean, gimme any fox and im happy, marble foxes, red foxes… but I was obsessed with fennec foxes. Also tbh ferrets. I want a ferret.

TOP FIVE FICTIONAL SHIPS [IF YOU ARE AN RP BLOG, YOU CAN USE YOUR OWN SHIPS AS WELL] Rosa & @ninetyscnds‘s Luke, Rosa & @iimpulsivity is already screaming my name, Rosa & Constantine, Jesse & Andrea from Breaking Bad, and the joker and harley of 80s sci-fi Dan & Herbert from Re-Ani.  I am but a simple opossum. 

PIE OR CAKE Pie! I’ll take both pumpkin & melty apple over cake. also, cheesecake is more pie than cake soooo, pie wins.

FAVORITE SCENT my dogs / my blanket. :’)  It’s the most grounding smell in the world. 

CELEBRITY CRUSH oliver jackson-cohen, i’m fucking GAY and im angry about it. there i was, minding my own business, and i saw that asshole in a certain SHIRTLESS GIF and it AWOKE SOMETHING IN ME. dont talk to me about it, holy shit im obsessed with beardy men now god fuckkdafjaask i hate him why did he make me this gay i was perfectly fine being into girls but NOOOOOO him and his dumb hairy chest and sweet rugged face and I——  I also am obsessed with the archaeologist & television personality Josh Gates and may or may not be considering making a fan blog for him bc idk if my anthropology docuseries host is Dad or Daddy but i love him lots

IF YOU COULD TRAVEL ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO I would go on a dive with anthropologists and archaeologists doing fieldwork research in the ancient cenotes of the Yucatán Peninsula. My actual dream job, catch me crying & fantasizing about being underwater documenting Mayan skulls given as offerings. Fuckkkk, I love anthropology so much!!  take me anywhere in the world to immerse myself into culture & archaeology.

INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT Introvert. I have a real life friend I see roughly once a month, and that’s it. Plenty of online relationships, I’m chatty, message me all day every day. but i dont do people well.

DO YOU SCARE EASILY I used to! Really bad. I don’t as much anymore. I do get paranoia a lot still. Having therapists telling you that the FBI could be outside your house watching you through your windows will kind of nervous. ( no google results for: yes hello fbi i am a writer please dont put me on watchlists i just have research i need to do for this idea im working on, would you like to try again? ) I have nightmares nightly but not they never make me afraid, they just make me feel like crap. jumpscares and loud noises and seeing people reaching into their pockets dont set off as many brain alarms anymore tho!! progress haha.

IPHONE OR ANDROID I like my android better bc of capabilities but meh

DO YOU PLAY ANY VIDEO GAMES My mom, her husband & I play COD for family game night, and Silent Hill is my life’s blood. I’ve sunken hours into Sims & Skyrim, and Norman Jayden from Heavy Rain is my #1 fictional character in existence, why do i love the druggie babies

DREAM JOB Oh… You’re asking me to pick? I’d love to be an anthropologist doing work out in the field. Underwater archaeology is peak, but I’m also heavily considering being a body recovery diver or police diver. I’d love to see myself in uniform someday, if possible. Just the thought makes me teary eyed & proud.

WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A MILLION DOLLARS fund my person creative & educational endeavors. get myself a spooky ass abandoned house to make my own home to create in, and travel to the world’s best dive sites. just live a mild life of education, creation & exploration. that’s the dream TM.

FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU HATE dr. hill is a gross and whiny lil bitch this post brought to u by the miskatonic crew, how is everyone here an even worse bad guy than herbert west precious dan excluded talk shit get hit tho john winchester from spn and both walter white & todd from breaking bad are all in my crew of hated characters. i jusT…   the reani novel is difficult to read because i have to deal with this old sack of shit.

FANDOM THAT YOU WERE ONCE A PART OF BUT AREN’T ANY LONGER Supernatural :-)

… AND THIS CONCLUDES A DEEP DIVE WITH INDIGO!! //