#i know you 'verse

[ramblingsofafanatic]

I Want You - Part 1

Please see the series Masterlist for more details!

Chapter Word Count: 1,221

"Zeffo?" Hera asks.

"I thought that place was abandoned?" Kallus asks, he read about it once in a file back when he was still ISB, but hadn't expected to hear about it again.

"Yes, the Empire went hoping to find powerful Zeffo artifacts, there's a temple there, but they have since largely abandoned it. There's only a skeleton crew left to protect the Empire's technology." Rieekan replies.

"Should be easy pickings then." Zeb says, with a grin. Kallus sends him a warning glare.

"Let's not get too cocky," Kanan says and Kallus relaxes a bit. At least someone has some common sense around here. Rieekan takes this as his queue to call the official meeting to an end and leaves with a passing call of 'good luck'. Kallus doesn't blame him for not wanting to stick around, the Ghost crew's idea of planning finer details involves more bickering than actual planning.

"Kallus, you'll be joining us?" Hera asks.

"Yes,"

"What?" Zeb says, ear flattening a bit. Kallus rolls his eyes, he told Zeb this morning, but apparently he wasn't listening.

"I'll be heading to the main control room to gather data as the rest of you load the Ghost with supplies." Kallus explains.

"And the temple, the artifacts?" Ezra asks hopefully.

"Kanan isn't joining us on this one, he's on Jacen duty. So we are not doing any Jedi stuff." Hera says, and Ezra pouts. 

"We can always go again later if it proves to be as deserted as advertised" Hera amends, but it doesn't seem to improve Ezra's mood too much.

After ironing out a few more details they're dismissed to go get ready for the mission.

"Why didn't you tell me you were on this mission before the briefing?" Zeb asks as they split off from the rest of the group to head to their room to pack.

"I did." Kallus replies.

"What? When?" Zeb asks.

"This morning, after breakfast." Kallus reminds him.

"That's not fair, I was distracted." Zeb grumbles.

"I noticed. You were trying to get me distracted as well." Kallus says as he tosses Zeb a smile over his shoulder before punching in the code to their room.

"Well I can't be held accountable for my actions when you tasted like the syrup you stole from my plate."

"Yes, you can."

"Yea? You gonna hold me accountable?" Zeb says with a grin as the door closes behind them. Kallus rolls his eyes and makes his way to his crate in their room, intending to pull his grab bag out. Zeb grabs him from behind before he can get there though and pulls him down onto the bed. Kallus falls on top of the lasat, facing up at the ceiling and sighs.

"This is counterproductive to what we're supposed to be doing." Kallus points out, although he knows it's futile.

"We're already packed," Zeb says as he manhandles Kallus to turn him around.

"And I'd like to double check that everything we need is still packed." Kallus says as he comes face to face with Zeb.

"In a minute," Zeb says before pulling Kallus down into a kiss. He keeps it chaste at least, a quick peck before pulling back to rub their cheeks together, purring slightly.

They stay like that for a minute or two before their comms ping. It's Hera telling them that the Ghost should be ready for take off in an hour and for them to be ready to leave at the same time. They respond saying they'll be there and Zeb finally lets Kallus get up and double check their bags. 

"I'll go grab more ration bars, your packs getting low, almost as if someone keeps forgetting that they're not meant for meal substitutes when they're on base." 

"I thought we agreed a ration bar is better than nothing." Kallus says. 

"Yea, but better doesn't mean good." Zeb argues back before heading out. Kallus doesn't bother with a response. They both know Zeb's vigorous goodbyes have been the reason Kallus couldn't walk down to the mess for a meal on numerous occasions. Not that Kallus is complaining.

-

Zeb however, has found quite a bit to complain about as they make their way to Zeffo.

"Ezra you will go with Kallus to collect the data, Zeb and Sabine you'll be with me collecting supplies, Chopper, you watch the ship and be prepared to run interference or a distraction if needed." Hera explains as they're looking at a projected map of the Zeffo tunnel systems. It's many years out of date, but should be accurate enough for their purposes.

Zeb wants to argue, to say that he'll go with Kal to the control room, but he also knows it'd be unnecessary. So he bites his tongue and reminds himself that Kallus is more than competent enough to do this whole mission alone. Plus Kal won't even be going alone, Ezra will have his back. 

Zeb knows he's just being over protective. However, knowing that doesn't stop him from having a bad feeling about all of this. It also doesn't stop him from pulling Kallus to their bunk and scenting him thoroughly after Hera dismisses them and heads back to the cockpit.

-

Kallus knows something is wrong as soon as Ezra pauses and stiffens slightly as they make their way down a darkened tunnel. Would one mission going to plan really be too much to ask for?

"Bridger?" Kallus asks slowly, as the kid closes his eyes. 

"I sense the temple, it's like it's calling to me" Ezra explains after a second. 

"And you wanna go check it out?" Kallus sighs, he doesn't know how any of this force stuff works, so he can never tell what's actually true and what Ezra's making up to get away with chasing his own curiosity. However, he does know that the kid won't drop it anytime soon.

"Well yea, but-."

"Fine, go." 

"Really? But, Hera-" Ezra perks up. 

"Like you guys ever listen to each other, just don't get killed." Kallus says. Kallus can handle the one or two troopers he may encounter between here and the control room if Ezra wants to go explore some Jedi thing. It actually may be nicer to complete his tasks in silence instead of listening to the kid complain of boredom.

"Sweet, meet you back at the ship." Ezra says with a grin, before running off. Kallus sighs and continues onwards. 

Kallus makes it to the control room with no issues. He transfers the files onto the datastick with no issues. The lack of issues is starting to put him on edge. He knows that Ezra going off on his own wasn't an actual Spectre level plan-deviation, and he can't help but feel like he's waiting for the other shoe to drop.

I was right to feel that way, he thinks as a patrol of stormtroopers find him on his way out. He manages to take them all down, and he thinks that will be the end of it. Except, of course, for the creature that decides to jump out of a hole at that exact moment and knock Kallus off the short hill and onto what appears to be an ice slope. 

Kallus doesn't remember much after that as he hits his head on the way down and loses consciousness.

[cqcophobiq]

alright listen spiderverse fandom. love hobie’s design, but why’s he’s always in his work outfit in group art or fics even when the others are in casual clothes? punk fashion is so cool. look!! look at the things he’d be wearing when he’s clocked out

[zaahvi]

dark grows the sun, and in summer soon come mighty storms...

[xxplastic-cubexx]

this_is_stupid.mp4

[aesthetic-uni]

Miles “Who’s Morales” vs Gwen “Gwwwwanda” vs Pavtir “You seem like a nice young woman I do not know” FIGHT

[cherrywhite]

every single time (template from @mhuyo)

[technically-human]

Part two of the reverse verse is here! The reverse boys meet the original boys. They're not really getting along as well as I had hoped...

Again, this was a commission for @i-am-as-normal-as-you-are and they asked for angst/funny vibes... I think it's mostly just angst though. Oh, well...

Part one

[bayeis]

I haven't watched this show a day in my life

[pandadrake]

Protector of the Arachno-Humanoid Poly-Multiverse vs. the Daddest Dad to ever Dad. (Having one meaningful conversation with Jeff would probably kill him irl.)

[livwritesstuff]

Honestly, Eddie doesn’t know why it had taken so long for him to realize his and Steve’s children could understand the shit that came out of his mouth.

(It took an embarrassingly long amount of time).

Even when Moe’s third or fourth word was fuck, he didn’t realize it (and she was using it mostly correctly too, which should have been a serious flag, but nope).

What made him realize it was when they started repeating the shit that came out of his mouth. 

To strangers.

In public.

The first time Eddie had been really caught off guard by something one of his daughters said was when Moe, who was three at the time, had proudly announced to an unsuspecting grocery store cashier, “Daddy says my Papa’s a DILF!”

And, like, Eddie had just heard the term for the first time, and obviously he was goddamn delighted by it because…duh. Steve. 

It just hadn’t occurred to him that his toddler might have caught it too, but little pitchers have big ears, or so the proverb suggests, and Eddie had taken it as a wake-up call that Moe isn’t a baby anymore (tragic as it may be).

He’s not the only problem though – Steve is just as bad, (if not worse, because he really doesn’t bother to check where their kids are before he starts running his mouth).

One particularly damning incident was at a restaurant, which is something they don’t even do all that often because, seriously, going to a restaurant with very young kids should be an Olympic event or something.

(The last time they all went out to eat, Nancy and Robin had made a drinking game out of all the times Steve and Eddie had to take a child to the bathroom and ended up so far gone that Eddie had needed to drive them home).

The incident started with the waitress asking, “Can I get you started with anything to drink?”

And it had ended with four-year-old Moe confidently announcing, “My Papa needs a fucking margarita.”

Thank god, the waitress had been a twenty-something college student and thought it was hilarious, but Steve had still been completely mortified.

[b6d11f]

at my best, I'm a sacrificial lamb at my best, I am something you could handle

[ramblingsofafanatic]

I Want You - Part 2

Please see the series Masterlist for more details!

Chapter Word Count: 946

Zeb is pacing at the bottom of the ramp, they finished loading the supplies into the cargo bay and are now just waiting on Kallus and Ezra. But, it's taking longer than it was supposed to for them to return and neither are replying to any comms.

Zeb pauses his pacing as he sees Ezra running towards the ship, relief only lasting a second before he realizes that Kal is not with him.

"Where's Kal?" Zeb asks immediately. 

"Huh? Did he not make it back yet?" 

"You're supposed to be with him!!!" Zeb exclaims. 

"I'm sure he's fine." Ezra says. 

"You better hope he's fine or I swear I'm-" Zeb starts, taking steps towards Ezra but he's cut off by Hera and Sabine coming out to see what the commotion is all about.

"Where's Kallus?" Hera asks as she steps off the ramp.

"Yea, Ezra where is he?" Zeb asks angrily.

"I don't know! We separated, the temple was calling to me!! I had to go look. Kallus said it was okay!" Ezra defends.

"You were explicitly told not to separate, there's more danger on this planet than a couple stormtroopers." Hera says, tired and more than ready to go home to her husband and baby. 

"I'm sure he's fine! Plus, I got a lot of good information at the temple!" Ezra says.

"That information's gonna be useless to you if Kal's hurt." Zeb threatens.

"Hey calm it, we'll wait a bit longer, it's not out of the realm of possibility for him to still be sorting through and transferring data." Hera says.

Zeb doesn't like the idea of waiting. If Kal is injured they need to start looking for him now. Zeb resumes his pacing, and it only takes another half hour before Hera gets fed up with Zeb’s pacing decides that okay yea let's go look for him. 

Zeb huffs and heads up the ship’s ramp to grab his gear. Finally; I'm coming Kal.

"You better hope we find him alive, or Zeb will tear you a new one" Zeb hears Sabine tell Ezra, and he can smell the apprehension and fear start to come off the kid as he reaches the top of the ramp. Good, serves him right for abandoning Kal like that. 

Zeb knows that Kal probably did tell the kid it was okay and that he could go. But Ezra should have known better than to actually go off on his own and leave Kal to navigate the dark winding tunnels and sudden sheer cliffs on his own. That's not even mentioning the fauna or the (admittedly sparse) stormtrooper patrols still here.

Zeb hopes to the Ashla that wherever Kal is, he's okay.

-

Kallus’ first thought is that it’s cold, his second thought is that he hurts. Not too bad, nothing’s broken but he is sore. From the feel of it he's landed on his bo-rifle and it's digging into his back. He opens his eyes before closing them right after, the light is not helping his headache. He manages to open his eyes and get up enough to squint at his surroundings. The light either means he was out for a short time or a very long time, and based on his smashed comm lying next to his blaster on the ground a short bit away, it doesn't look like he's gonna get that answer soon. 

He struggles to his feet and double checks that all his muscles and joints are working as they should be before taking a better look at the cave he's found himself in. The first priority will be to see if there's an easy way out of here. He rules out climbing back up the ice covered slope he fell in on - that's just not something he's capable of without good climbing equipment. His next bet is the short stints of tunnels that branch off from this cave but they're all dead ends that don’t lead anywhere nor, thankfully, to anything.

He's stuck. It reminds him of being trapped on Bahryn and that doesn't make him feel any better about his situation. However, having been stuck on Bahryn, he must admit it could be worse, it could be much colder, he could be sharing the cave with something trying to kill him, he could be injured with more than a couple bruises and scrapes, and at least the data spikes he filled with imperial intel is still intact so it hasn't all been in vain.

He does absolutely hate being helpless though. And knowing it could be worse doesn't help when he also knows it could be much better. He could have Zeb, he could have a way out of here, he could have a working comm.

He sighs and grabs his comm, deciding to take a closer look at it. Worse case, he doesn't fix it and he dies down here. Best case, he fixes it and gets out a message. Most realistic case, it keeps him occupied until someone finds him. He makes a mental note to add a small electronic repair kit to his mission pack, something he curses himself for not thinking of before. He's supposed to be prepared for anything.

As a bit more time passes and the cold starts to seep into his bones he finds himself happy that Zeb forced him to submit to medical after Thrawn’s torture. His leg is starting to smart from the improperly healed fracture from Bahryn, and he can perfectly imagine what it'd be like if Thrawn's additional injuries were treated the same way.

Hopefully, he'll be found soon. Hope, all this rebel business must be starting to rub off on him.

[lunacias]

(Silence. CARPENTER tries to rally HAYWARD's spirits. She's afraid she's going to lose him.)

"All three of us - we can all go on living, Hayward. Just like you said."

[respondedinkind]

Plotted starter for @mehrere-musen | MCU Verse

When Ka'anh awakes, the first thing he sees is a planet, filled with blue and greens and browns, clouds scattered along the surface. He also realizes that the whole of his shuttle seems to be offline; No lights are on besides the dull red hue of what indicates an emergency situation. He hurts, badly so, and groans out in pain as he tries to get back onto his feet, tries to---

The shuttle's pulled toward the planet, he realizes, just as he tries to reach a few buttons with his bloody fingers. He can't even stand, he just lies there, with his upper half resting against the seat, arm outstretched in an attempt to fix what could be broken. Ka'anh hisses, bares his teeth, grunts as another wave of pain pushes through him while he tries to stand again - but then the shuttle shakes; Gravitation has finally wrapped itself around his vessel in full, and now the descent upon the foreign planet is sped up with each second that passes.

This will become a hell of a ride, he knows. There's nothing he can do besides holding onto something, pushing himself against a nearby wall, away from anything that could fall down onto him as the shuttle proceeds to fly through the thick atmosphere. It's probably getting too hot as well, with all the shields being offline, unable to protect the shell from the rough treatment of the sudden friction it receives.

The fall itself sends a stomach tumbling and Ka'anh grits his teeth, squeezes his eyes shut, hoping that it will soon be over and that he will survive the impact thats about to come.

He doesn't want to die like this. Not after having managed to flee from his own planet, then getting sucked into what had looked like an opening within the Universe itself, just to be thrown down onto another world he's unfamilair with---

He's afraid, that's the last thing he feels before everything becomes dark and his senses vanish from existence, together with his consciousness.

...

When he awakes again, he's unsure if he's even alive, still.

He's lying on his stomach, outside of his shuttle, with his face buried in dry soil; With every intake of air he inhales some of it, which causes Ka'anh to cough and gasp for oxygen, so he does, almost dry-heaving from the pain it causes him.

He blinks, lifts his head somewhat and looks at a blurry picture in front of him - a mass of gray, perhaps it's his shuttle, parts of it burning and smoke rising into the air. He cannot see clearly, he doesn't hear much, and the pain he's in is excruciating. He's surely broken his right leg, his hip even, because he cannot feel it - his rattling breath tells him at least one broken rip has broken the tissue of his lung, and judged by how dizzy he feels, he must be suffering from what could be a rather serious brain-injury.

But, Ka'anh's alive. he's still here, even though he's just crashed down onto this foreign planet.

A grunt leaves him and he closes his eyes, then inhales as much as he can before he tries to push himself up onto all-fours. There's blood soaked into the dirt beneath him and one of his arms is definitely broken, next to the right leg that won't cooperate... but somehow he keeps himself in this all-fours-position, swallowing down the taste of copper and nausea he feels.

Fuck. Fuck - he needs to get to his shuttle, find the medkit in there---...

[xxplastic-cubexx]

GORGEOUS DRAWING OMG YOU'RE SO TALENTED MATE!!!

We need more Magneto protecting his Charles with all his will>>>>>

thank you much my friend !!!!!!!!! might i offer you a small gift..

and a bonus. if you will.

[spielzeugkaiser]

[MASTERPOST] - [prev] I just want you to imagine Jaskier, very early post trial, mostly nonverbal, not in control of his strength yet being just such a creepy kid sometimes. (His parents still love him obviously.) I also have a feeling that Jaskier is subconsciously 100% stressed at all times and wants to do his absolute best to please his parents and make zero mistakes so that they won't send him away again. (They didn't and he knows that, but he is just a traumatized child.)