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deadhumourist · 2 years ago

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I posted 1,186 times in 2022

That's 892 more posts than 2021!

82 posts created (7%)

1,104 posts reblogged (93%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@oonajaeadira

@sirowsky

@just-here-for-the-moment

@katareyoudrilling

@quica-quica-quica

I tagged 1,055 of my posts in 2022

Only 11% of my posts had no tags

#comment reblog - 109 posts

#pedro pascal fanfiction - 96 posts

#pedro pascal - 78 posts

#dieter bravo - 65 posts

#frankie morales x reader - 49 posts

#din djarin x reader - 46 posts

#din djarin - 46 posts

#frankie morales x f!reader - 42 posts

#pedro pascal fics - 40 posts

#dieter bravo x reader - 35 posts

Longest Tag: 110 characters

#also for some reason her looking down and seeing the closeness of their shoes waa weirdly intimate and how idk

My Top Posts in 2022:

Mistletoe and Beskar

Pairing: Modern!Din Djarin x F!Reader. Mechanic AU.

Rating: M for the series, minors shoo.

Warnings: Female reader, use of “she” pronoun. Reader has no physical description, but general mention of “curves.” We're here for a good time, not a canon-compliant time - watch me take massive liberties with Mandalorian lore. Well-worn and loved tropes ahoy. Helmet off.

A/N: This was a Christmas drabble I reworked into a proper story. A big thank you to my darling @just-here-for-the-moment for reading it over and shouting at me.

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Din sat in the waiting room of the specialist auto repair shop, mindlessly scrolling his phone. Every article was Christmas this, Christmas that. If it hadn’t been for the kid, he would have just stayed at home and never paid attention to any of it. A little smile crept up his face at the thought of his son, who was visiting Aunt Peli for a few days before Christmas.

A few minutes into his scrolling, Greef Karga's face popped up on his screen, a FaceTime call ringing loudly in the quiet room. His heart sank as he realised that he knew what this was about.

He swiped and instantly the screen animated. “Mando! You’re a difficult man to track down.”

Din winced. He had not-so-subtly been avoiding this phone call, but he had to get it out of the way one way or another.

“I keep busy with the kid and catching up with other things.”

Greef chuckled. His booming voice seemed much louder than it needed to be in the quiet of the workshop.

“You haven’t RSVP’d to my invitation, my friend. You skipped last year’s function, I hope it’s not what you’re planning to do again.”

“You know why I skipped last year, Karga.”

There was a long beat before he spoke again.

“Is she going to be there?”

“Of course she is, she’s an old friend. If I had to uninvite every person who bats their eyelashes at a Mandalorian, my guest list would be empty."

Laughter thundered through the phone, Greef very amused with himself.

Din sighed.

“Alright. Let's get it over with. But I’m not staying late at the Christmas ball. Not my scene.”

“None of this is your scene, which is the point, my friend. I await your arrival with optimism.” And with that the call ended.

Din stared morosely into the middle distance. He needed to get out of this somehow.

He trundled into the workshop to see how far you were with the Razor Crest. He only trusted one person with his gunmetal grey Jaguar E-type and she was currently on her back underneath its chassis.

Your denim-clad legs stuck out underneath the car and as he stared at the shoelaces on your trainers, a thought subtly drifted into his mind like the snow outside. If he had someone there she would leave him alone. Even if it only discouraged her from sticking around too long, it would be worth it.

You were…nice. You talked to him sometimes. Despite only seeing you when the Crest was in need of some attention, he liked being around you.

There was a quiet, unassuming comfort about you that didn't require effort on his part. You didn’t fawn over him or expect anything of him, you were just you. Unbothered with his title, reputation or what you thought you knew about him.

He leaned against the front fender, crossing his arms across his broad frame.

You heard the warm baritone, revealing little emotion as usual, bouncing off the cold concrete.

“How long?”

The mechanics creeper shot out from under the car and your face came into view, a firm scowl in place. Clever hands with grime stuck in the cuticles came up to cup the air, and an uneven oil dab was streaked across your cheek, making you look grubbier than usual.

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119 notes - Posted August 2, 2022

Rescue

Summary: Oberyn brings back what belongs to him. Little comfort ficlet.

Pairing: Oberyn Martell X GN!Reader

Warnings: Mention of violence and discomfort, use of "little one" as nickname, no pronouns used, no physical description of reader.

A/N: This is a little dip into writing a new character so it won't be perfect. Oberyn is almost always associated with seggsy times so I thought it could be interesting to put him in a protector role. Microficlet - around 650 words . Thank you @just-here-for-the-moment for the read.

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You wake up. The ground is hard and compacted and it takes time to get upright, your elbows digging without much give into the soil below. A chill has sunk deep into your flesh, many hours of exposure making you icy to the touch.

Grey light floods straight down like a dull halo on a dirty, fallen deity. It burns your newly opened eyes anyway. Vision suddenly swimming again, you lie back down and get folded into the darkness.

Until a warm hand grips your wrist and you feel your body lift.

When you wake up again, the first sensation that drags through the thick cloud of your mind is softness. Warm, brushed fleece against your skin and the comforting weight of arms wrapped firmly around you. You’re securely nestled against a broad chest when your eyes flicker open, the muted yellow silk almost covering your field of vision. Worry makes the brown eyes looking down at you inky.

He sees you draw breath to speak and he reaches down and gently cups your cheek.

“Quiet, little one. You are safe.”

And then, looking up, the words seething from his lips like smoke as he focuses on the middle distance.

“They can never hurt you again.”

You’re too tired to ask, but your eyebrows lift to him.

He looks down at you like he’s considering staying silent.

“A poison-laced dagger has pierced each hand that was laid upon you. Nailed to the trees they will wait for death - I am not merciful to those who take from me.”

You shudder in his arms. His eyes soften as they meet yours again.

“I wish you were not a witness to the cruelty of this world, my love.”

He presses you closer to him, feeling a sense of peace for the first time in the week since you disappeared.

"We are a day away from Dorne, and I will make sure that pleasure and comfort wipes away every trace of fear once we are back. That is a promise."

You drift away to the feeling of the slow rise and fall of Oberyn's chest under your cheek. You're safe.

163 notes - Posted December 4, 2022

Real Sugar

A/N: So this one has been stewing for a while. It's completely self-indulgent and built around things I love irl. A huge thank you to @just-here-for-the-moment who kindly read a first draft of this - without her encouragement I probably wouldn't have worked on it again. Not beta'd mistakes are mine.

Rating: M - brief mention of smut in this but will get much spicier in subsequent parts.

Characters: Frankie Morales x f!reader - Chef AU

Warnings (let me know if I missed any): In-depth descriptions of food, cooking and feeding. Cursing, some flirting, R-rated things. Mention of receiving a noogie and reader not wanting their hair messed up.

You smoothed your Henley down and peered out of your kitchen window. It really was a perfect day to make something different. Not a cloud in sight, and sunlight was streaming in the large bay windows, bathing the counter in a soft glow.

Even though you were excited to get started, you carefully placed all your utensils out one by one, a ritual you learnt in culinary school that just became habit. Only once you had your own kitchen, your items became a little less..utilitarian. Your pastel green mixing bowl and measuring spoons stood to the side, and you ticked off the necessary items in a neat little mise en place.

You reveled in the quiet moments before you started a new dish. Taking a deep breath. It was a quiet moment with a blank canvas before it exploded in colour, and this anticipation before letting go was cathartic in a way.

You were not an expert baker, preferring to spend your time on the savoury side of the spectrum. Now that you had everything set up, you were missing one more thing.

Ah, yes.

You reached over and turned up your stereo. When you were used to the chaos and cacophony of a professional kitchen the quiet was disquieting in its own way. With this in the background, you could avoid thinking and just focus on what was in front of you.

I know you wanted me to stay

But I can't ignore the crazy visions of me in LA

And I heard that there's a special place

Where boys and girls can all be queens every single day

I'm having wicked dreams

Of leaving Tennessee

Oh, Santa Monica

I swear it's calling me

As you got into the song and your stand mixer whirred to life, you spun in the kitchen, holding the wooden spoon up like a mic, singing along loudly and tunelessly.

I'm gonna keep on dancing at the

Pink Pony Club

I'm gonna keep on dancing down in

West Hollywood

For a brief second you considered whether to take your pants off and attempt a slide into the kitchen like Tom Cruise in Risky Business. You decided against it as you heard the oven ding.

It pulled you back into your kitchen and the deliciously sweet mixture waiting to be baked.

You were excited as the cake came together bit by bit. Your best friend Hannah was celebrating her birthday so you were heading over to her house later. She was hosting what sounded like the party of the century and you volunteered to bring something sweet. You slipped the cake into the oven and turned back to the counter. Eyeing the box in the corner, you couldn’t help but feel a little smug.

A Captain Crunch cake for your friend’s 30th was going to be a hit.

At 5pm you knocked.

“Baby Cakes! You missed the unicorn tequila shot round! ” Hannah squealed as she opened the door further and grabbed your arm to reel you in.

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169 notes - Posted February 27, 2022

Bravo Juliett

A/N: Since the trailer for The Bubble dropped, we've been reduced to thirsty (gender-neutral) bitches, and there are some good fics out. Dfinitely check out Please by @ezrasbirdie , Extra Whipped Cream by @pettyprocrastination and Stay by @honestly-shite. And like clowns we're all using the same fucking gifs because this character ain't even on screen yet. All three fics are brilliant, please go read and shout at them about how good it is.

This fic definitely borders on a crack fic, he’s not a fully rounded character and the action is smutty and with tongue very firmly in cheek. And other places. It’s satire if you squint. I am both amused and deeply ashamed. If I’m going to horny jail, I’m taking you with me. Not beta’d, mistakes mine.

Rating: 18+, no minors

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader (fuck, I know ok. I KNOW)

If you want more ficlets in this universe please come shout at me. This was so much fun to write.

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You're one person in a long line of interviewers. They're ushering you into the hotel like cattle, but honestly, you would gladly queue for days to meet him. You spent way too many hours engrossed in Dieter's work, rewatching scenes. You can quote most of his iconic lines. You didn't even have to do research prior to this interview. Dieter. Mentally you’re on a first name basis with him. You have lost yourself in his work, and you want him to know that.

The hotel lounge is a large, airy space, the Rococo decor offering glints of gold as it catches the morning sunlight. Most interviewers are sprawled across couches and chairs, with one pacing nervously and reviewing his notes, repeating it back to himself.

You know your shit, so you opt to spend your time doom-scrolling through Tumblr looking for Dieter fics. Commented on two; reblogged one that was particularly hot. What you wouldn’t give for him to go down on you like that, worship your body for hours and call you his sweet girl.

It feels like the day is dragging interminably, when a PR assistant beckons you. You have 10 minutes.

By this time the sun is dipping low on the horizon and it’s many many hours into his media schedule.

You make your way to the veranda and as you sit down, you can see the day wearing on him. Even though he’s incredibly handsome, he looks every inch the middle aged, harried acting veteran tolerating yet another interview by some clueless twit asking irrelevant questions.

He looks bored. Irritated. His eyes screaming “A moment of respite please.” as you smile at him in greeting.

"So Dieter, tell me a bit about your character in Cliff Beasts 6"

He rubs his neck and sighs deeply, mustering the energy from somewhere to give a terribly rote description of the character.

You listen intently, waiting for the right time to drop your bombshell.

"You have an unrivaled command of physicality, seen in so few actors. You manage to convey the entire character's personality without a single line of dialogue, like in Death Games. Will we see more of that in this movie?"

Dieter sits up, attention suddenly focused on you. You can see that you’ve surprised him, and you're silently reveling in that he might start to enjoy this interview. He rolls his tongue in his cheek, like he's contemplating something.

“You did your research.”

His full eyebrows quirk upwards, almost as if impressed.

“ With Death Games, the director, Joel, trusted me to go beyond the page and really create Jackson from the ground up and make him real. This….”

He breaks your gaze to look over the horizon, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

…is not that kind of movie."

The PR assistant on the side motions for you to wrap it up, your slot is almost done. As you thank him for his time, he leans over and whispers in his assistant's ear, winking at you. You can't make out what he's saying but you feel a blush creeping up your neck at the brazen gesture. He’s doing this in front of everyone.

You shake his hand. A warm, large palm that almost completely envelops yours. He has a firm grip and for a split second you imagine it wrapped around your throat, as he caresses you with just enough pressure to make your pussy clench and your breath hitch.

As you walk out of the room, his assistant pulls you to the side by your arm."Mr Bravo wants you to wait in the lounge area."

You swallow nervously at the strange request."Uhm, okay…how long?"

"Until he's done with interviews"

You nod slowly, not sure if you understand, but make your way to the plush lounge at the centre of the hotel.

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188 notes - Posted March 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Emptiness

Summary: Soft Dom Dave spends a little time with you.

Pairing: Dave York X f!reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Dom/sub dynamics, established relationship, Soft!Dom, Sub reader, Smacking, PiV sex, anal toys, no physical description of reader.

A/N: This was a 250-word ficlet that ran away with me. Beta by the lovely @just-here-for-the-moment

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Dave’s voice lowers to barely a whisper, and he slowly strolls towards the desk, shoulders squared like a predator whose prey has given up the chase.

He trails a cold hand along the inside of your thigh, raising goosebumps in its wake. Long, clever fingers tap the heel of the anal plug and you jump from the sudden touch. The blindfold digs into the corner of your eyes as you wince.

“This stays in, hmm. You’re going to be my good girl.”

A sharp thrill chases down your spine, straight and tense on the desk. Waiting. You feel those same fingers close to your pulsing heat.

Then his flat palm thwacks down on your pussy, a sharp twinge of pleasure pulls a whimper from you. The obscene, wet slap sounds loud in the quiet of the room and you hear the smile in Dave’s gravelly voice.

“Can’t wait, can you? So needy.”

The last syllable is punctuated with another sharp slap, followed by a soft, luxurious rub of his open palm on your heated sex. You feel your folds glide against his large hand, and you squirm at the temperature difference and obscenity of it as his hand leaves again.

Minutes tick by.

Loudly.

Slowly.

His large, blunt cock head slides from your clit down to your entrance and up again, the slow drag of the hot flesh against yours delicious but not enough. He does it again. You feel him twitch against you.

“Does my good girl need me to empty her head?”

You nod into the darkness. Agreement and submission bob your head of their own accord.

The next moment, Dave sinks into you in one smooth thrust, his large hands curled around your hips to make sure he fills you completely. Without warning, your pussy convulses around him, the sudden thrust and the plug lighting your nerve endings like fire. He wraps your legs around him, enveloping himself into you.

You cry out helplessly. Dave reaches forward and gently cradles the back of your neck in his hand as he thrusts, working you through your first orgasm. As it subsides, he starts thrusting in earnest, the hand that was on your hip migrating to your clit.

He always knows how to work you just right.

In the dark behind your eyelids you thrash as the sensation starts becoming overwhelming.

“Let me have it. I want it.” he commands.

The hand that gently held your neck slides to the front and his fingers close around your throat. Gentle pressure makes your head swim pleasantly.

Your breath stutters. Your mind is empty and the only thing you know in the darkness is Dave’s cock driving into over and over and over.

When he knows you’re close, he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your sternum.

“Give it to me, my good girl.”

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228 notes - Posted November 30, 2022

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absurdthirst · 3 years ago

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Heyy! I just saw your post about “how the guys would feel about buying tampons/pads” and it got me thinking...

How would they react to seeing the side-effect list on your birth control?

Idk if you’ve already done this and I forgot😅but I thought it could be a funny one to explore

Reading the Side-Effects of Your Birth Control:

Javier: He had picked up your birth control from the pharmacy for you. Taking out the packet of paper and frowning at it. Opening it up because he will read practically anything at least once. Besides, he’s always been curious to know what exactly is in the magic little pill that lets him not wear a condom. “Stroke? Death????” He is not a happy camper and encourages you to go off that shit. He can wear a condom.

Ezra: I refuse to believe that we have advanced in technology to where we can live and travel in space and yet our birth control is not better than it currently is. Refuse. However, Ezra is better versed in your potential side effects of birth control than you are. He has already urged you to discontinue it and let him take care of the problem. Children are not an option with the lives you lead.

Mando: He has the implant. He knows the side effects. You don’t have to get it if you don’t want to.

Catfish: Immediately tells you that he can get snipped. If you want. Or you can switch to condoms. He worries about what could happen to you and he already has kids, so if you don’t want any, he can make sure you don’t have to be on it. He’s never really paid attention to that kind of thing but it’s horrifying.

Pero Tovar: What is birth control? Pulling out? You don’t actually trust the tea you got from that witch, do you?

Agent Whiskey: Actually calls Ginger to schedule having that shit taken out of you. He was fixed when he became a Statesman agent. You don’t have to be on birth control and deal with those potential side affects unless there is a reason you want to stay on it.

Marcus Pike: He trusts you and your doctor to make the right decision for you. But he also goes on a mini rant about how there should be better funding for research for male birth control to ease some of the burden that is put on women when it comes to that. He feels that both parties should bear the responsibility of being protected and it would lessen teen pregnancies if there was a male oral/implant option. After all a woman can only be pregnant once in nine months where a man can impregnate multiple women.

Max Phillips: Why do you need birth control? You are going to be a vamp just a soon as he fucks the life out of you. And his swimmers are cold, just like his non-beating heart.

Dave York: He’s aware, he’s been married before. He honestly doesn’t know if it’s a big deal, to be honest. He’s had so many things put into his body by the military and he just assumes that it’s kind of normal. However, he will tell you that if you want, you can go off the birth control. There are alternatives and if you don’t want kids with him, he’ll get a vasectomy.

Oberyn Martell: Smirks and reminds you that he has eight daughters. He has no clue what birth control means.

Max Lord: He doesn’t read it. He meant to, but then Raquel gave him another report and he had a business meeting with a potential client. This investor can make Black Gold a success!

Marcus Moreno: Marcus starts researching a different alternative and suggests that you ask your doctor about a non hormonal IUD. Or just go off of it. Condoms are a thing and he’s been hit in the nuts so many times on missions, he has to be sterile by now. He’ll get his swimmers tested.

Zach Wellison: Zach starts to look into alternative methods of birth control, something that won’t have so many scary side effects. Sitting down and talking to you about it and wanting to know what you want to do.

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jebiknights · 2 years ago

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Star Wars but Shmi was a Mandalorian, put into slavery later than in canon (? Idk if there is a canon age where she was became a slave, but I keep seeing that it was when she was 6? Correct me if I’m wrong) and she’s gotten time to have her armor and such. So she then teaches Anakin all this Mando stuff, which could affect his training - it probably would affect his training - but the fun part is when the war starts. And then the war starts, and he’s like “Okay well surely this is a valid reason to get armor finally” so boom armor! I think he at first just paints it kinda like how his mom described her armor, but that as he gets closer and closer to the 501st he starts incorporating his own colors and their colors. Also he was so excited when he heard they knew Mando’a, because Obi-wan is great and all, but man was it boring just having one person to speak Mando’a with.

He also definitely had a lecture with Ashoka about what she was wearing, because omg has anyone heard of battle appropriate clothes? Or maybe, idk, armor??? She absolutely complains, until she gets her first piece of armor

AHHH I AM ALWAYS DOWN FOR MANDO ANAKIN PLEASE (in all honesty I think the supercommando codex would be a good code for him to follow, gives him structure and direction and with the right mentor it would overall I think be very positive for him - granted he isnt under palps thumb).

ANYWAY Mando Shmi is a very interesting concept *eyes*, though I'm ngl, surprised there's no bitterness from Anakin that none of the Mandalorians came to rescue Shmi considering she was a lost child from their clan? Like I don't think Shmi would hold bitterness but idk, I think Anakin might at some point.

I also think the Jedi would probably let Anakin wear armor if he wanted to even before the clones come around but dfijgsifj love him getting excited to don armor and to possibly/probably be matching with his men! Honestly I think the clones would also be very excited at least one of their Jedi is all in on wearing armor whenever he can. There's also something sweet about say, Anakin trying to remember how his mother described their clan's/house's sigil, so he can paint it onto his armor opposite the Jedi Order symbol. All in 501st blue, a representation of all of his families!

If Anakin has Mando heritage (and is like, chill with it), it's probably the most sure fire way for Obi-Wan to get him to pay attention to his politics lectures too. Anakin would be the type to fixate on something like that, so they'd probably have so many conversations about Mandalorian history, the language, the current culture and political arena, what it means to reconcile both his Mandalorian and Jedi heritage as historical enemies. It's definitely a very fun lens to position an au around!!

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undercat-overdog · 2 years ago

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So that conversation between Gandalf and Celebrimbor in ‘Bones’ is one of my favorite scenes in the story - I remember being amused at Gandalf’s clear surprise that Sauron had asked Celebrimbor to marry him. Did Gandalf believe up to that point that there was no way that S’s feelings for C had been real and that it had just been a deception? And I think you said that G was something of a romantic (maybe in a previous ask?) What does he think of S having had genuine feelings for C?

Thank you very much!

Yeah, Gandalf thought that Sauron - the Deceiver - was faking it, or at least not approaching Celebrimbor's level of attachment and feeling. But marriage (and the consequent soulbond) is very extreme for one of the Ainur; it’s similar to the initial choice to enter Arda, and just as the Ainur took on a certain level of incarnateness in doing that, marrying a creature of Arda brings an additional level of incarnateness. In my mind the only previous Maia/Incarnate romantic relationship was Melian/Thingol. And that marriage did come at great cost for Melian: bound to her body (though that was probably from conceiving Luthien, it may have been from the marriage itself) and then unable to continue her life as it was after Thingol died: she herself dies to the world? Sauron knows all that and, being Sauron, considers the latter in particular a great weakness. And for him to be willing to risk being bound to a form and unable to shapeshift (which S both has a talent for and uses for his plans) as well as, idk, give his enemies a kill-button (killing Celebrimbor would defeat Sauron, more or less. Though Sauron’s reaction to that would be different to Melian’s!)

So in proposing, Sauron is showing that he’s willing to become closer to being incarnate and take on the weaknesses of that: he’s not gaining anything in that - except the actual marriage part; why would he thus propose for any other reason than that he actually loves Celebrimbor and wants to be with him forever? Gandalf, who understands Sauron quite well, knows that and thus realizes that Sauron was entirely sincere. (Incidentally, Sauron in the present timeline is also very struck by his past self’s desire for the same reason.) Plus Gandalf understands the significance on an Ainu level, being the same species as Sauron. So Gandalf goes pretty instantly from “Celebrimbor’s feelings are real but Sauron was faking it” to “oh shit, Sauron was in love too.” Which then caused his tentative plans for how he would meddle to shift.

(He was always going to meddle of course lol. Possibly he was originally planning to go to Avathar himself if he confirmed that Sauron was actually back. Which wouldn’t have gone well, not least because S and C would mostly ignore him in favor of fight-flirting with each other and he would get miffed.)

I totally think Gandalf is totally a closet romantic! He seems the type to me. Some of his interior is a bit gooey and he's very much the meddler, so I could absolutely see him doing a bit of matchmaking in his travels. He's probably officiated a number of weddings (Belladonna and Bungo’s maybe?)

For him and silvergifting... so it’s not like anyone but Sauron and Celebrimbor are in favor of it. And there’s a number of reasons why Gandalf tacitly blesses Celebrimbor’s choice to find Sauron, many of which they explicitly talk about (and which I’ve talked about before), and most of them are not because Gandalf engages in some reluctant shipping (most of them are because Gandalf is the anti-Mandos). (Note that up until about chapter 6, Bones could easily have had a non-romantic ending in which Celebrimbor makes peace with what happened, genuinely puts it behind him, and gone on to live a Sauron-free (if slightly less happy) life.)

But yeah, a little love conquers all? Gandalf might have a bit of a weakness for that.

(That said, will love conquer all? I give away part of the ending in A Long-Expected Climax (very E-rated! and also I’m very proud of the fic lol), but despite the happiness there, there will be consequences and they won’t spend forever doing fun experiments and having excellent sex. I didn’t realize it when I was writing the dialogue between Celebrían and Celebrimbor in the first chapter, but let’s just say that Celebrían’s mention of Arwen might be applicable and that Celebrimbor will come to understand her Choice far better than he does now.)

#ask #anonymous #shall these bones live #(you have no idea how much i appreciate these asks - *thank you*)#(both for the engagement and being invited to ramble about something i've put a lot of heart into)#meta #gandalf

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yukipri · 3 years ago

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Thoughts on the Book of Boba Fett, Ep 3

Spoilers below:

So, it wasn't my favorite episode, and I think a lot of people share that sentiment.

But for me at least, it was also an episode that made me go ah, I see where this will probably go.

As hugely disappointed as I am by the death of some of the Tuskens, I do feel like there's a major point in that it's clearly only *some,* and two Tuskens who had notably more screen time than the chief (the warrior & the kid) were conspicuously missing from the bodies.

That's absolutely intentional. If they were dead, the grief would definitely focus on them, rather than the Chief, who Boba did share a few meaningful moments with, but as a character mostly just observed from afar. That's also the reason why the scene was so brief: the only point of that scene was to show how much of a threat the gang is to the Tuskens by showing some deaths including that of a character we recognize but are not close to, which shows why the gang must be dealt with. I have a very strong hunch we'll be seeing the Warrior and Kid along with the rest of the surviving Tuskens again in significant ways.

Does that justify the tragedy? Not at all, and I sincerely wished they (the writers) had gone about the story another way.

But I do think this part of the flashbacks is clearly setting up why Boba even wants the throne in the first place, and for who. The current buildup wouldn't make any sense if all the Tuskens in the tribe that adopted Boba are dead.

From what we've seen so far, Boba doesn't seem like the kind of guy who'd even want the throne, and until this episode, the story's provided little motive for why Boba even decided to kill Bib Fortuna (after five years too!) to take the title for himself. He's clearly unprepared for it and wants to be Daimyo but hasn't thought it through at all.

My theory is that he spends 5 years trying to go after various factions for the Tuskens, and ultimately decides that he needs to go top down for any real changes to happen.

And in order to put himself in that dangerous position, he knows he needs his armor. Which, unlucky for him, some random Mando has just taken from Cobb Vanth and has now taken off world, so Boba needs to take a lil trip. Boba did just get a really badass partner in crime while stalking said Mando though, so it's working out.

I can sorta imagine the writers going: ok, so we wanna make Boba be the new crime lord on Tatooine. Why does he want to be the new crime lord? For power and prestige sounds kinda boring. What if he did it for a far more selfless reason, for someone? For who? Who could really use some change on Tatooine? Well what about the Tuskens? We need to develop Boba's connection to them first. We can incorporate some obvious analogies about how indigenous peoples are treated in general. That'll make him a good guy.

And like in general, I don't think this is the worst direction for this show, assuming we see the Warrior and other Tuskens survive and benefit from what Boba's doing. It's not remotely what I expected, and I'm interested in seeing where it goes.

It definitely coulda been a lot worse, with heartless flat Boba just beating people up, the way a lot of dudebros seem to prefer to seeing him ^ ^;

But at the same time, idk. If Boba's primary motive for his actions is to help the Tuskens, that's cool, and I don't at all mean that I don't like the Tuskens bc I've been loving them so far...but I do sorta wish that was a separate story, with a Tusken protagonist. And I know this is heavily biased by my own interests, but while I think it's awesome that Tem's been able to incorporate parts of his own Maori culture, I also...sorta wish that that had been through Boba's own culture, rather than the Tuskens. Like actor's background aside, Boba the character is always going to be an outsider to the Tuskens. I was really hoping to see Tem push cultural influences, but I hoped it'd be shown on screen as what Boba learned from Jango, and was part of True Mandalorian culture, making it a part of Boba's own culture. Like I'm glad it's included at all, and Boba learning from the Tuskens is again much better than it not being included. But, idk.

Again, all of this stuff about my theories for the storyline are theories only, and may very well be disproven next week! We'll see!

(Although, I'm also getting more and more hopeful that we'll get to see Tem reprise Jango in a flashback. The young!Boba Kamino flashbacks are getting longer and longer every episode. Given the amount of time spent developing the Tuskens, I kinda feel like there might not be enough time in the season to really bring in the True Mandos and Jaster etc, which is a bummer, but eh. I will be happy with a Jango or other clones cameo ^ ^;)

There are other things that I liked and didn't like about the episode. I loved the Rancor, definitely made me think of Omega, and I'm sure we'll get to see Boba ride it by the end and won't that be a sight.

There's something about the naked Boba getting beaten up by Krrsantan scenes that really made me cringe, like it looked so painful and "oh he should be dead or have severe injuries" that was so visceral and not really my cuppa.

I am not a fan of the kids biker gang or their designs, though i'm glad it's not just the one Very White Girl but a whole group. I hope those bikes get dusty and grunged up soon. I get and respect what the designers did, but they're still jarring. The chase also felt weirdly slow?

In general I'm deeply concerned about Boba's palace security, how quickly he trusts people, and how some random guy just said "these people takin' me water" and he just goes, personally. I like how Boba's portrayed at the personal level, I love his humanity and Tem's acting, but I do wish the show gave them all a bit more general common sense and competence...

Loved the live action meilooruns tho. Hope they'll sell them at the Mouse Park soon ahahaha

Anyway, just wanted to ramble! Overall I am definitely really enjoying the show, flaws and all, and am interested in seeing where it goes. If you read this till the end, thanks for your time!

Post written: 01/12/2022

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darthmaulification · 3 years ago

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(Idk why I thought this but I think it’s funny) Imagine din and reader going back to visit Karga for a job and reader is a apparent heart throb to most of the villagers (not that she knows) and like “hi mrs. Parker” Friday style, these women are see them walking by going “hi Reader~” with cara teasing of reader the whole time having to tell the ladies that reader is already taken with din.

A/N: you are my very first request, so i decided to do a full, bonifide one shot! thank you so very much!! 🥰💕💕

oddly enough, din doesn’t show his bucket in this until the very end. 💀 it became really cara-centric for some reason. hope that’s okay! 😖

also, the trope of “everyone collectively loves person, but person is so utterly oblivious to it” is, without fail, one of the funniest bits any piece of media can pull lmao.

hope you enjoy! 💗

content: references of sex (kinda), saucy language, gender neutral!reader (my first time writing a gn reader 😲), reader being completely “no thoughts head empty” type of oblivious, cara just brutally teasing reader, soft!din makes an appearance!, cara is also kinda a bisexual icon???

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“... What do you mean?”

Cara looks at you strange. She searches your face for a few seconds longer, eyebrows furrowed, trying to see if you’re serious.

“Are you fucking with me?” She deadpans evenly, and you tilt your head slightly, blinking. You slowly shake your head, raising an eyebrow.

“No...?” You drag out the word and Cara barks a sudden, loud laugh at your genuine confusion, tossing back her head as she does. She straightens up in her seat, still chuckling lightly, and picks up her glass of spotchka. Cara leans against the backrest, draping her free arm over it.

“You’re really not fucking with me, huh?” She mutters with a grin, bringing the glass to her lips and taking a low, long sip, her eyes not leaving yours. You frown, puzzled.

“Cara, I have no ide—"

“Everyone wants to fuck you.” Cara interrupts and it takes a moment for the blunt, vulgar words to register, but when they do you feel heat rise in your cheeks. You visibly recoil, sputtering out an answer.

“I— What are— There's no—” All Cara does as you fumble over your words, getting more and more red in the face, is shrug, an easy grin on her face.

“Yeah, everyone wants to get in your pants, can’t say I blame ‘em.” Her grin turns downright predatory and it gives you the final push to spit out a reply.

“WHAT?” The word comes out incredulous and far louder that you had meant, causing you to cringe at the sound of your voice reverberating in the cantina. People glance over at you and you give the crowd a sheepish, nervous smile. Thankfully, everyone turns back to whatever they were doing, no questions asked. Then your head whips back to Cara, whose all smug-looking, to shoot her a glare. Your face is positively burning, and you just know she can see it.

“Are you fucking with me?” You throw her own question back at her, but it falls flat because all it does is grow the shit-eating grin that’s plastered on Cara’s face. She shrugs, gesturing around lazily to the room at large.

“Jax, the Rodian over there, gives you puppy dog eyes, Kol and Zaltor— the Trandoshans, not the Togrutas, by the way— look at your ass every time they get, that pink Twi’lek gal over there practically fawns over you— think her names’ Numa or Nima or something, the Duros over there...”

Cara continues listing off more and more names, and with each one (some who you know and have spoken to) you feel yourself getting more and more flustered. You sink low in your chair, staring wide eyed into your spotchka, hands on your temples.

“Good Maker.” You groan, placing your hands over your face and slumping onto the table. Cara (finally) stops listing literally the entire population of the village and gazes at you quizzically. She tilts her head.

“Don’t like being the sex idol of the town?” She teases and you groan again, louder this time. You glare up at her through your fingers, still furiously blushing. Oh, how you wish Din was here to beat the snot out of Miss Dune...

“No. This is a nightmare.” You growl out, going back to digging your face into the table, hoping the sandstone would just swallow you whole. Before Cara can reply, a new voice sounds up.

“U-Um, hi.” You stiffen and turn your head to the side to see two Twi’leks, one taller than the other, standing next to the table. They seem a bit nervous, fidgeting with their lekku and rocking on their feet, but something tells you they’re here for... something. The moment you meet Cara’s gaze, your face blanches.

“Kill me now.”

“Hey, pretty ladies.”

You groan and Cara flirts at the exact same time, Cara’s strong voice unfortunately gaining the upper hand. Both Twi’lek giggle, and the taller of the two, the lavender skinned one, flutters her eyelashes. Even more unfortunately, you make eye contact with her. She flushes when you meet her gaze.

“O-Oh my— Stars, um hi!” She and her companion devolve into giggles again and you force yourself to sit up. Giving them a forced smile, you rest your hands under your chin and elbows on the table.

“Hello. What can I do for you?” You ask through gritted teeth, attempting to keep your strained voice relatively nice, while also fighting back both the blush that’s still on your cheeks and the urge to shoot Cara with your blaster. Thankfully, the Twi’leks have gotten over the apparent “meeting their idol” giggles, because now the shorter one places a dusty tan hand on the table and leans in. A bright, stunning smile spreads across her face, but something flirty burns in her eyes.

“Mm. Me and my sister here have just been seeing you around so often.” She says, voice a obviously practiced mix of playfully coy and feigning ignorance. You glance from her, to her lavender sister, then to Cara. And your luck must really be in the gutters, or maybe Cara just wants to torture you—or both— but the mercenary only offers you a grin, lifts her spotchka to her lips, and sips. Your hands curl into fists.

“Yeah, I—”

“You’re talking to Mando’s squeeze, babes.” Cara interrupts yet again and all three sets of eyes land on her. Two of them moon-eyed and incredulous if not also disappointed, one of them so embarrassed that Carasynthia Dune, you are a dead woman—

“Really?” The lavender Twi'lek’s eyes are so blown wide you almost think they’d roll out of her head. Her sister looks just as awestruck, and both look a tad bit fearful. You go to speak, but Cara (you’re really starting to hate her) opens her mouth again and beats you to the cut.

“Mm hm. Y’all are hitting on the Mando’s sweetheart. Pretty bold, honestly, he’s real protective over this one.” The blush you put all your hard work into smothering returns full force at Cara’s words, and the Twi’leks start looking a bit flustered themselves, though for another reason.

“So sorry!” The lavender one breaks first and goes running off to a Rodian and Zabrak sitting at a far table. She leans in close, seeming to whisper something into their ears, and suddenly all three of them are looking at you with a strange mix of disappointment, lust, and fear. You hastily look away and hide your face behind your hand.

“Aw. Shame.” The tan Twi’lek purses her lips, pushing herself off the table, and you begrudgingly force yourself to look at her. She gives you that stunning smile again and winks.

“You know I’m here for you.” She says and sashays off to where her sister is. Across the room, she gives you another wink and flutters her fingers. Pretty sure that all your bloods’ in your face, you turn to Cara, slowly.

“Cara.” You say her name lowly, looking her dead in the eye. She’s grinning, and blows a lock of her hair out of her face. She feigns an unassuming, innocent look, but both you and her know better.

“Yeah?” She’s walking on thin ice and she knows it, but you also know she’s never been afraid of risk.

“I’m going to kill you.” You say, coming across as deadly serious as you possibly can. Cara’s grin widens, her eyes twinkling, and she downs the last of her spotchka.

“I know,” She starts and she shrugs, “But you know I couldn’t resist.”

You want to reach over and smack her a good one, but a voice alerts you to a certain someone at your side.

“Hey.” Din’s low, modulated voice gentle pulls your attention to him and you turn your head to look up at your silver-clad lover. Even with the dark T-visor, you know exactly where to look to find those soft, doe eyes beneath it. A small smile creeps across your face.

“Hey.” You reply and he offers a hand to you, which you gladly accept. Like always, his hand is large and warm and strong, and it makes you feel completely at peace. Din helps you up to your feet, settling you close, but not too close, to his side.

“I got the next few pucks, and the kid’s already in the Crest, so we’re ready to head out...” Din trails off and tilts his head, and you can feel his curious gaze roam your face.

“Your face is... pretty flushed. Are you feeling okay?” He asks it so gently and sweetly, his gloved hand still holding yours, that it’s almost enough to make you forget why your all disheveled in the first place. Letting out a forced, somewhat breathy laugh, you pull your hand away to cross your arms over your chest.

“Um, yeah, yeah— I’m good.” You assure him, but Din knows you so he turns his attention on Cara, whose sprawl in her seat, looking like a satisfied loth cat.

“What did you do?” He asks, keeping his voice neutral, but there’s a hint of that good ol’ Din Protectiveness seeping in too. Part of you celebrates that Din’s finally here to beat up Cara, but all the other parts of you just want to hop on back the Razor Crest and get the Hell out of here. Cara lazily raises her hands in mock surrender, tilting her head into her shoulder.

“Just playing, that’s all.” She replies, eying your spotchka from across the table. She and Din are in some type of staring match even as she reaches and snags your drink. You don’t care enough to protest. Din stares at Cara for a few seconds longer before he shifts on his feet and turns back to you.

“Ready to go, cyare?” His voice is like warm like sunshine, and it makes your entire being light up. You nod and smile, uncrossing your arms to grab his hand. His thick fingers close around yours, encasing your hand in his.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.” You reply as you both start walking, tethered to one another by the most sacred link you can while in public. Din and you walk side by side, a Mandalorian and his beloved, through the cantina and out the door.

Cara watches you leave, then looks around at all the inhabitants of the cantina who had also watched you and the Mando leave hand-in-hand. She nearly laughs at all the looks of disappointment. You really were the village heart throb.

And as Cara downs the last of her (your) spotchka, she ponders,

Dammit. Wish it was me instead of Mando.

#star wars #star wars din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #cara dune #anon #anon ask #request

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tanoraqui · 3 years ago

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assorted related Silmarillion interpretations/preferred headcanons:

on the Oath of Fëanor:

The language of Oath (per the Annals of Aman, which I'll treat as canon) does consign its swearers to Eternal Darkness if they fail to retrieve the Silmarils. However, the inclusion of "Day's ending" and "world's end" functionally gives them a deadline of Dagor Dagorath - which works well with the part of the prophecy that says the Silmarils shall be retrived at that time, and Feanor will give them up

(Will that consign him to Darkness, or will having all 3 in hand conclude the Oath? Could go either way!)

Neither Feanor nor his sons are likely to make any progress on this goal until Dagor Dagorath, because per the Doom of Mandos, once they die, they're going to be trapped in his Halls yearning for their bodies pretty much forever.

(Though there's also an argument to be made that "thou, Fëanor Finwë's son, by thine oath art exiled" trumps "your houseless spirits shall come then to Mandos. There long shall you abide and yearn for your bodies...", and while all his sons and followers will go to Mandos, Fëanor himself is cursed to wander Arda as a houseless spirit. This isn't necessarily my preferred take, but I would read fanfic of it if anyone has recs.)

The phrase "and Fëanor's kin" lightly bound every single blood relation and maybe those by marriage into the Oath as well, but not enough to doom them to Darkness - just enough to help drive them forward in Fëanor's wake until for various reasons they planted their feet and refused it, and the burning echoes died out without a fight. This might have applied to those born henceforth as well.

on the Doom of Mandos:

As stated, the (deceased) sons of Fëanor, and Fëanor himself, and almost certainly stuck in Mandos for near-eternity, mostly becasue nobody believes they won't make trouble if released

(They're probably right)

(They're definitely right about Fëanor himself)

When the Valar were pardoning people to return to Aman after the War of Wrath, the pardon applied to those already killed as well, and all those deemed suitably healed of their hurts and most vicious hatred were immediately and/or henceforth let out of Mandos.

The reason Finrod specifically is mentioned as reincarnating is that everyone who heard about the circumstances of his death was immediately worried that Gorthaur would trap his soul - Gorthaur who was later known as Sauron and "the Necromancer", y'know. (Sauron probably did, in the like 30 minutes before Luthien fucked him up. Potentially also see: @ceescedasticity's ongoing Orc Bank headcanons, which Idk if I accept fully into my own lore but I sure like them. But the point is that Finrod is fine.)

et cetera:

Dagor Dagorath is a valid prophecy

For every fic or headcanon about Elrond skirting all known rules to keep Maglor and/or Maedhros in his family, I'm legally required to get a fic or headcanon of equal weight about Elwing and Earendil skirting all known rules to look after their descendants despite the varied respective Dooms of all parties. If insufficient are made available to me, I'll start to make them myself. This is a threat.

Edit: almost forgot! AUs are fun but true ending for Maglor through at least the Fourth Age is sadly wandering up and down the western shore of Middle Earth; fading slowly but too regretful, stubborn, and reflexively competent to die; walking through memory as much as the present day; singing songs of loss, yearning, remorse, and most of all the history of his house: some of the good, but mostly the bad and the ugly. No one ever sees him up close, just hears his songs. His burnt hand will never heal until he is forgiven, but others and by himself. Man, Tolkien really understood my needs in a cryptid.

#the silmarillion #damn now i wanna write a fic about the point at which all of feanor's extended relatives (his sons didn't have a choice) consciously #said 'here and no further'#and how much further they did or did not go and how they did or did not miss the spark of it #headcanon i thought of while writing this and skimming hte book for reference which i'm not committed to yet but i do like:#it says morgoth's 'feet were hewn from under him and he was hurled upon his face' but not who did hte hewing and hurling #and you know what maybe finarfin gets this one. like i said: ticking clock in each son #i think for the hewing of the feet he must've hit the same spot that fingolfin did a century ago that left morgoth limping #and this time sliced his leg clean through

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fangirl-erdariel · 1 year ago

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Quote time!

'Cake is eternal'

'Was it just the dreaming of my heart?'

'Dress me all in flowers white, so no mortal eye can see'

'Sing with me a tiny autumn song, with the melodies of the days gone by'

'Call my name from the heart'

'Forgotten phrases, tender and sweet'

'Clinging to affection, we somehow do learn to live'

'Running and reaching for the light'

'And I'll show you who I am, if you come where I go'

'In blinded night we are singing a glorious cry for freedom'

Okay let's see... :D This got unreasonably long so i'm putting it under a cut, sorry!

"Cake is eternal" - this is absolutely a crack fic. Maybe a bakery AU of some kind? I just can't decide what fandom or characters

"Was it just the dreaming of my heart?" - ok so for some reason what my brain went to was Beren and Lúthien fic, centering on Beren as he is dead, clinging onto the world, somewhere in Mandos, even though he's feeling the almost irresistible pull on his mortal soul to leave the world, because he can't leave yet because she asked him to wait and she promised to come and say goodbye right?? he can't leave until he sees her one last time, but at the same time he's dead and death does things to you so he's no longer really that certain of how much of what he remembers from life was true

"Dress me all in flowers white, so no mortal eye can see" - okay i know you've asked this before and fuck if i remember what I replied then. But right now I'm thinking immortal Merlin fic, with him through the years, through the changing tides of the mortal kingdoms and societies, slipping through it all almost unnoticed (and possibly going slightly mad with loneliness)

"Sing with me a tiny autumn song, with the melodies of the days gone by" - oohhh, this has a Tolkien vibe somehow. Maybe Aragorn and Arwen, long after LOTR, looking back on their lives?

"Call my name from the heart" - hmm... I have no idea why but I'm kinda thinking some kind of Garashir slowburn? idk anything else tho

"Forgotten phrases, tender and sweet" - again no idea where this came from, but maybe some kind of Glorestor fic? Like starting when Glorfindel's still newly come to Middle-Earth, and maybe he didn't have too much time to adjust to the whole "after thousands of years I'm alive again" thing, and he definitely hasn't had the time to process the fact that living comes with constant new feelings, new experiences, not just slowly sorting through and making peace with all the feelings and experiences from before you died, so he's still kind of reeling a bit and figuring things out again... and then, because Glorfindel was never one to do anything little by little or halfway, he goes and falls head over heels for Erestor and has to try and figure how love (and specifically communicating that love) works again

"Clinging to affection, we somehow learn to live" - so I don't really go for that very often, but somehow I'm thinking of Maedhros and Maglor with little Elrond and Elros? Maedhros and Maglor are all kind of worn down and burdened with like, everything, and Elrond and Elros are small children just torn from their home and family and friends, and it's all kind of a mess... but there's a bit of affection, a spark of something, some care for the twins, from Maglor, and maybe if they all hold onto it they can figure something out, maybe two kinslayers half-mad from their trauma and the Oath can live for a little rather than stumble forward after a terrible and seemingly unattainable goal, maybe two kids torn from everything they've ever known can learn to live, can grow up to make something of themselves, if they all just care for each other a bit and find a little affection for each other?

"Running and reaching for the light" - somehow (probably because i've already gotten myself into a tolkien mood and there's that whole metaphor about moths and candles in Athrabeth, lol), I'm thinking of an Andreth/Aegnor fic where Andreth doesn't submit so easily to the fact that Aegnor rejects her despite loving her, and maybe Aegnor isn't all that convinced about their love being impossible either, and Andreth goes after him, to stay at his side, reaching for his flame... and I don't know if that saves him, or if it ends in tragedy anyway (maybe she just dies at his side, when Dagor Bragollach comes. Or maybe she outlives him despite everything), but at least they have a while together, at least they get to love each other, whether or not it's enough to change their fates

"And I'll show you who I am, if you come where I'll go" - tbh no idea and my brain is out of idea making juice now, sorry ':D

"In blinded night we are singing a glorious cry for freedom" - I'm absolutely sure you've sent this to me before and I'm not sure what I replied then but right now what I'm vibing with is a Merlin AU where for whatever reason Merlin doesn't end up in Camelot (or at the very least doesn't end up as Gaius' apprentice, and doesn't end up really being involved with the court) and ends up sticking together with druids or just with other people who have magic instead, all keeping their heads low and fearing being exposed, but hoping for and working towards some kind of change nonetheless

Thanks for these, this was fun!

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nibeul · 4 years ago

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Please I want to know more about your clones 🤔🤔

I am so late to responding to this but GLADLY!! I love gushing about them though I have so many (like 50 I think) so I will try to stick to my main group ahh :)

Cross (he/him): Cross was my first clone OC ever, so he holds a very special place in my heart even if I do not draw him often enough. He’s a commander (CC-0044) and was present on Geonosis, though later returned to Kamino to help Alpha with the CC training program.

He got his scar in 21BBY and it’s actually not from the battlefield (none of his scars are actually from the battlefield). The scar comes from being whipped by a lightsaber hilt, which sounds funny out of context, but it wasn’t an accident.

He’s batchmates with @katanrocksketches ‘s OC Asch! The two were pretty close when they were in training, and Cross got his name before leaving Kamino. It was given to him because of his kind of uhhh, “cross nature” or disposition pfft. He softens up a bit between 22BBY-20BBY though the walls go up again after that :’)

Coming off Kamino, he was a stickler for rules and was not a big fan of clones tattooing themselves/dying their hair and whatnot (he didn’t even like having a name at first though his batchmates used it enough that it begrudgingly stuck). After meeting Sunny though, he lets him do one tattoo and ends up getting his number underneath his left eye. It is like, staying to how he believes they should be while also accepting that it’s ok to be individual.

Cross’s favorite color is red because for him, red represents Ando (my Padawan OC) and they are very close (NOT IN A ROMANTIC WAY. He sees Ando as his little brother or kih’vod to protect).

Cross actually does not know a lot of Mando’a because of his belief that they should not try to be seen as individuals. He distanced himself from anything that he considered “individualization”, and Mando’a was included in that. Sunny teaches him a little bit later down the line, and Ando also teaches him and Ten (another clone OC of mine) some Togruti, too

Part of Cross’s strict disposition comes from being subject to Priest’s death circles on more than one occasion (I might retcon that to Adral—a mando OC of mine—because I hate KT Ugh).

By the end of the war, he carries a lot of guilt. He loses a lot of the people he’s closest to because of his actions/orders, and he uh. Doesn’t live past O66 :’) he does get a very quick.. redemption.. arc.. kinda..

Sunny (he/him): Sunny was my second clone OC made around the same time as Cross, and he also holds a very special place in my heart :) I really love clone medics, there is just something about them that makes my brain go brrrr. I also think the irony of his name is great

Sunny’s name was originally Sers, but after writing him for a few weeks, I changed it because I thought Sunny fit better. His name was given to him by his batchmate, Aran, and while he vehemently protested against it, the name ended up sticking. He won’t admit that he actually likes it (though the tattoo and painting of his armor say otherwise anyway)

Sunny is the CMO of the 409th Corps (my OC military group basically). He’s a Lieutenant (or at a rank around there, definitely a CO at the least) and he does not back down. Ever. Even the people who outrank him will fall into line if he tells them to, Jedi included. He is not afraid to pull rank as a Medic, and his resting bitch face can be very scary

On the same line of thought as the rbf, he is basically perpetually scowling. He does not look approachable at all

Sunny loses the entirety of his batch on Geonosis, including Aran who he holds onto while he is dying. The Jedi leading Sunny’s company was.. not accustomed to war and failed to adapt when it was needed. Because of this, Sunny doesn’t necessarily harbor a dislike of Jedi, though he does not really trust many of them in leading positions. He also does not like that there are kids being put in the role of commander, he does see many Padawan deaths (he later comforts a dying Padawan that he was close to, I think I wrote part of that scene for myself and it was kinda upsetting oof) —> he gets his tattoo/paints his armor in order to honor his dead batchmates

Throughout the war, Sunny gets seriously injured only once after going down in an LAAT (where he nearly ends up dying too). Boost finds him, though he’s kinda accepted that he’s not gonna make it (I mean he does but it doesn’t look like he will for a bit). After Flip (younger clone OC) dies, he doesn’t really care if he kicks the bucket either :’)

Sunny is the only one out of my main gang to make it past O66. His chip doesn’t work at all, though he has to fight through his brothers (aha, the only ones who are still alive that he is close with) in order to save a Jedi youngling that was in the medbay at the time. After that, he goes on the run with the kid (clone dad clone dad) and offers his services as a doctor in the outer rim in order to keep them afloat

Boost (he/him) (she/her) [either or, there is no real preference]: Boost has gone through a lot of changes design wise. He started out as Dax, but then Dax became another OC, then she was Boost, though she had kinda short hair that was pushed back by a headband, then his hair was buzzed, and now we are finally at long hair Boost. Idk how to describe, but she is very shaped I think

Boost for his nickname from bear hugging his batchmates and lifting them off the ground when doing so. Also from fucking around in training where he threw another one of his batchmates in order to get from one ledge to another. All around just a name with silly origins that she liked and decided to keep

Boost and Sol are batchmates!

Boost is very tactically intelligent. She’s good at thinking on her feet, sees the bigger picture before focusing on details, good problem solver, etc. He is an ARC after all, there is good reason for his status and rank as a Lieutenant. That being said, he can also be very very stupid in the sense that off the battlefield, he’s oblivious. He does enjoy being the jokester of the group, and he sometimes plays up his dumbassery for jest, though yeah, a lot of people assume that he is not smart because of his demeanor which is very wrong

Boost is terrible. Terrible at braiding her hair. Sol is the best at braiding it, though she would never admit that even if everyone knows it. He started growing his hair out once they were off Kamino and hasn’t stopped since despite the fact that is technically not within regulations. Cross turns a blind eye and Ko (Jedi General) could not care less for inconsequential regulations like that

Boost is really good with kids, but good in the way a uhh.. chaotic uncle/auntie is. He’s a lot of fun to be around with, and being around kids makes him even more rambunctious than usual. He can be what is considered “childish”, pulling pranks and everything but like, he is very emotionally mature and knows when to be serious. Again, a lot of people kinda just boil her down to “dumb” which is really wrong, though it doesn’t bug him a lot.

Boost has a big sweet tooth!! He loves getting sweets when they’re on Coruscant, which they actually tend to visit frequently enough because of Ko’s status as a Sentinel (and also because Ko benefits what the Republic sees as the “propaganda machine” as a prominent General with a good track record).

Boost is romantically involved with @buttsalsa ‘s civilian OC Esta. I reblogged some art of them the other day, they are very cute :D

Boost doesn’t make it to Order 66 :’) I actually wrote out his death and cried after going back to read it LMAO It was rough

Sol (he/him): Sol was made as a package deal with Boost, and I feel bad because I think he gets overshadowed a lot but he is kinda like the rock for the group. When he dies, things really start to crumble but uh!! That is a sad thought for another time. Anyways, like I said, he is basically the rock and also a voice of reason for Boost’s shenanigans

Sol got his nickname after reading through some flimsi that their trainer had given him. He didn’t know if it had any meaning, but he liked the way it sounded and immediately began using it. Boost quickly picked up on it and the rest of their batch was very supportive

Sol loves reading. He specifically likes reading history, and Ando slips him what he can (fun fact, when Sol dies, Boost returns to their bunk to find a couple of holobooks that Ando had left and breaks down aha.. pain). Whenever he doesn’t feel like keeping Boost from causing trouble, he just sits in a quiet corner and reads his books while everything erupts in chaos around him

Sol’s favorite beverage is tea which Ko introduced him to. He has a few boxes he keeps with him when he can, and he shares them with Boost sometimes though he has to add a lot of sugar/honey in order to do that. If he could drink tea all the time, he could. On the flipside, he absolutely loathes coffee and doesn’t understand how Sunny can drink multiple cups on a day

Sol is kinda like the person that everyone is friends with even if they don’t realize it. He’s like.. the perfect emotional pillar, kinda the therapist friend in a group that desperately needs therapy. He’s more of a listener than a talker which is why it’s easy to overlook him, but he insists that he doesn’t mind much. That being said, it’s only once he’s gone that people start to realize just how much he did (aside from Boost who already thought the world of him)

Sol is also an ARC trooper, having gone through the training program together with Boost. He doesn’t have the same tactical knowledge that Boost does, but he’s good at mediating, long range combat, and also working through plans (he’s pretty meticulous). He and Boost balance each other out well, since he is like the “slow and steady” one out of them.

Sol is the first to go out of the main four (second out of my bigger group of six). He and his entire platoon are wiped out in a massacre as a result of false intel.. man :’)

Anyways, thank you for enabling to ramble about my ocs ToT I honestly just needed to infodump shdjf

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