#i saw a post about making fandom aus for this and then i rotated it in my brain for two years until finally drawing it

[ellie-tarts]

The gift of a nutcracker, or maybe more?

[lunarmoves]

Hello its me again and once more I hope you're having a wonderful day/night!

I was wondering if you could give us some DCA fanfic recommendations! I'm very new to ao3 so finding good ones are hard for me :(

- (^⁠_⁠^) anon

nonnie i would LOVE to!! /cracks knuckles/ i have a hoard of them bookmarked in ao3 and im always sniffing for more! since you're new to ao3, ill tell you that when i go hunting for a fic, i usually type something like "dca/reader" in the little search bar and then click the "Daycare Attendant (FNAF)/Reader" tag on the first fic i see. then i go to filters and change the "date updated" to "word count" to sort it. i prefer long fics above all else haha

ANYWAYS. fic rec list under the cut! (all of these are dca/reader btw)

any of bamsara's DCA fics, including Celestial Omens (that really like Fishsticks) (mer au), Solar Lunacy and its affiliated one shots. probably The DCA Fic of All Time for me. it was my introduction to the fandom and i have not been the same since, esp with all the author's art!!

An Eye for an Eye by icedmetaltea. probably discontinued but i saw amazing art for this fic and consumed all 20k of it! definitely worth the read (aquarium/mer eclipse au btw!) also Occupational Hazards is an scp one shot that was v v good and I Watched You Become a Stranger (another mer one shot)

Coiled Around the Fine Line Between Love and Fear by crazedauthor. naga sun and moon! very very very good fic, probably my fav naga au on ao3! it begins on such a good hook and keeps you enthralled!

anything by muzzlemouths! i particularly loveee dreameater moon (we dance in synchronous rotation). all their one shots are SOOO goood and fluffy (mostly. im still hurt by a few of them </3)

Pisces Caelestis by S_V. SUCH a good mer au!! juicy cultural miscommunications and i just lovee moon in this LMAOO. sun is also a ball of sunshine!

Fish Out of Water by imagine_darksiders. a leviathan au that changed everything for me, i think. it was the first fic i read that had masssiveee mer sunmoon and i ate it up!

also literally anything by naffeclipse LMFAOO like, she has 42 fics on ao3, trust me when i say they are all bangers. the first fic i read was In Deep Dreams Between the Waves (leviathan eclipse) and i remember losing it over a certain scene at 4am shdkfsdf. Cryptid Sightings is also an absolute fav. id link more fics but it would be all 42 lmao

copper cogs rusted through by borashore. a post-fire au that i consumed in one sitting a long time ago. i dont remember much, but i know moon made me want to throttle him then hug him LMAO

Dealer's Choice by certified_handler. a club au fic that hooked me in from the START!! i love sun in this, he is written sooooo well and there's a lot of murdery business goin on >:) iirc the sequel is out and posting but im not caught up yet LOL

Weal and Woe by pure_plum. a fantasy/dnd kind of au with amazing descriptions!!! such a gorgeously written fic and sun/moon/eclipse are all sooooo touch starved <3 i need to know what eclipse's deal is!!

Celestial Sundown by pillowspace. THE god au of all time oh my god i cant express how obsessed i am with this fic!! and the art from the author?? phewww i think about sun so often, the designs are lush

The Hermit's Guide to Merfolk by esuerc. another mer fic, ofc, that i dont remember much of bc it's been a minute, but i remember one scene with eclipse that was so vividly described that it took my breath away!! also Supernova which i also dont remember much of, but i know sun was very unhinged in it!

My Baby by xmimi89er. an alien au where sun and moon are literally sooo adorable and angsty and they make u want to wrap them in bubble wrap and protect them forever. good fic for when you want to be the one protecting them. also the author's art is SOOO pretty

Ghost in the Machine by qwille. a multiverse type of fic with numerous versions of the dca! so very well written with good plot, lore, and characters. i'm sure you've probably seen character art drifting around on tumblr, either by the author or from fans. very very good designs, im partial to sol myself

(love is) a seed that grows by starboundpix, a farmer help au that's sooo cute!! very stardew vibes!! i always think about the descriptor that sun and moon have little flower/vine designs on their arms!! it's not too long, but def worth the read!

(In Their) Astral Orbit by rinzydings. my god this is SUCHHHH a good fic like!! it definitely deserves way more kudos than it currently has!! i could gush on and on about this fic, sun and moon are characterized so well and it's literally everything i have wanted in a dca fic

There Are Many Benefits (To Rethinking This Career Path) by moonliched (mer au). the worldbuilding in this is so good and the plot is LUSH!! love the dynamics between sun moon and reader!! constantly thinking about this fic ngl

Star-Crossed by cytokiine. a fae au that honestly had me hooked right from the start! there are a couple of plot twists in here that i truly did not expect. truly i hated moon at first, then i grew to love him within like, one chapter lmao

He's a Little Confused but he's got the Spirit by midnight_mourning. my god i think this fic actually gave me a conniption /pos. sun is written soooo well he is such a conniving little shit!! obsessed with him and it's really interesting seeing engineering details in the fic!

Love, Death and Rollerskates by spadillelicious, an 80s roller rink au with a sun and moon who are so very unhinged!! the interactions with them and reader are very very good. lots of tense moments, sun is definitely scary as hell sometimes LMFAO. lots of fanart floating around for it + drawings from the author, the designs are top tier!

Pluck my Heartstrings by pluck-heartstrings. a medieval times au post pizzaplex that honestly has a dynamic im so obsessed with?? there is so much miscommunication and sun is definitely a teeny tiny bit insane, i love him and moon <3 lots of art from the author!

As long as we are loved by shiracheshire. a living doll au that i just recently caught up on and it is sooo beautifully written! very heartbreaking at times, but i loved reading the progression of sun and moon's relationship with reader!

and that's all i've got so far lmao. i'll probably come back and update this as i read more fic, but!! hopefully this is a good start!

[evesaintyves]

so in the allegedly non-homophobic spirit of this cursed genre of post (which, props to this one for at least saying the quiet part loud: that these criticisms are exclusively directed toward queer pairings), and inspired by a prompt of sorts from fandom gem @saintsenara -

i wrote some platonic jily and i completely agree, they're better as friends.

never mind the prosecco, here's the potter-malfoy-potter-blacks

Rated M | Jily, Narlily, Jegulus, Drarry | AU - everyone lives and it's like 2010 | tw choking, pussy juice, eggs

Three things occurred to Lily, leaning back on the island of cool italian marble in the fuck-off big kitchen of this ridiculous house: one, that she had no idea where all this was coming from, as James had never given a single fuck in his life about womens' Quidditch; two, that even three decades after they'd split up he was still obviously desperate for her to think he was cool; and three, that he was burning Regulus's eggs.

"So what the Harpies have done," he patiently explained as if she was listening, "is create a turn-based system for rotating positions—so every player has experience with beating, seeking, and so on—that way everyone's aware of the weak points—" he seemed to catch on that she wasn't making eye-contact, and tossed his mop of silvering hair. "The Weasley girl was on the Wireless about it this morning. Really inspiring."

He turned back to the crispy eggs and stirred them vigourously. They made a sort of crackling noise.

"I guess I'm just not sure why you're telling me," Lily said, taking the moment to finally do what she'd come to the kitchen for: grabbing a fresh bottle of prosecco from the fridge.

"Well, it's incredible what these girls are coming up with. 'The future is female,' I saw that on someone's shirt the other day."

He glanced eagerly at her over his shoulder.

"Cool," she said.

"Never mind the prosecco," Narcissa drawled, sweeping into the kitchen in her marabou-feather gown. "Draco's popped a button on his robes, so he'll be calling any moment."

"Do you mend buttons?" James asked with genuine interest.

Narcissa made an appalled face and gathered the lapels of her robe together.

"Have you not finished?" Regulus said sourly, coming down the stairs. Looking directly at Lily, he added, "This kitchen has smelled like a crematorium ever since you let Boopsy go."

Lily - still on the defensive after all these years! - crossed her arms and replied, "I didn't 'let her go,' she was legally emancipated and got a job at Pret a Manger."

Regulus waved a hand in the air, making the slight haze of egg-smoke swirl prettily in the light. "It's political correctness gone mad," he muttered.

Inexplicably, James got one of his big simpy grins, beckoned Regulus over, and smacked a kiss on his pale brow.

Draco apparated into their midst with a pop and instantly recoiled at the sight of them.

"Potters," he spat, by way of greeting. "Er—" he nodded to Regulus, whose name he could never seem to remember. Narcissa glided over and took his face in her hands.

"Oh, darling, come here, I've been waiting all morning to see you."

Lily, concerned she might not be effectively controlling her facial expression, turned to slot the prosecco bottle back into the fridge. Narcissa had actually spent most of the morning sprawled on her back with her thighs squishing the sides of Lily's face.

Draco squirmed slightly under his mother's hands. "It's all the buttons under the third one," he said gruffly, thrusting an armful of jacquard robes at Narcissa.

"Sweet boy," Narcissa cooed, "I'll send it out to the tailor immediately. How ever did you manage to break them?"

With another pop, Harry apparated into the room.

"Hi Mum," he said. "Dad. Hi Cissa and Reg."

James disentangled his arms from Regulus's and clapped Harry on the back. "Wha gwan, son?" he roared happily, and even with his back turned Lily could see Harry's shoulders cringe.

"I told you—" Draco began through his teeth.

"You were taking forever," Harry shrugged.

"I'm glad you're here," James said, very serious furrows appearing in his brow. "I was just listening to that bird you used to go out with on the wireless—"

"Oh!" Narcissa exclaimed, still petting Draco's face. "Darling, will you show everyone the trick you taught me last week?" To the room: "You'll all want to see this, it's marvellous. Draco's enchanted a mirror to do something incredible."

Draco sighed defeatedly. To Harry, he said, "Let me see your phone."

Harry pulled a slim black piece of glass out of his pocket, and, with a sideways glance at Lily, tapped and swiped at it with his fingers a few times before handing it to Draco.

"This mirror," Narcissa was saying, "quite remarkable, really—all you do is push a button on it, and a horrible little muggle comes to your door and brings you a prawn fettucine. Draco, please—" she scrabbled at the glass in his hand. "—will you push the fettucine button for mummy?"

"It's called Seamless, Mother," Draco mumbled, and just as he did Narcissa pulled a face and slid her finger round the collar of her son's shirt.

"Draco," she said, with a kind of horror rising in her voice, "What's happened to your neck? Is it dirt—?"

A flush instantly came to Draco's face and Harry twisted round from his one-sided conversation with James to give Draco a rather pointed look.

"Mother, stop, it's nothing," he said, pulling away. And on Harry's face was a look Lily had seen on James a thousand times, back in their day: like he was trying, but not particularly hard, not to look smug.

James's eyes shifted between Harry and Draco and he seemed, bless him, to finally clock what was going on. He pulled Harry by the shoulder to the other side of the kitchen and began to speak to him in hushed tones.

"You want to put all the pressure on the sides, not the front," he was saying.

Regulus went and scraped his ruined eggs into the bin, obviously eavesdropping, then put the pan back on the stove without shutting off the flame. The tang of hot metal began to compete with the crematorium smell and Lily wondered if anyone would notice if she got the prosecco back out and necked it.

"Regulus," she sighed. "Anything new with you?"

Regulus looked startled to be spoken to.

"Not really," he said, eyes shifting round the room. "I don't actually have all that much going on, canonically."

"Can—what?"

"Do you know how to make eggs?" he said hopefully.

"I think I've a salve for that," Narcissa was telling Draco, leading him by the hand into the suite she shared with Lily. "Well, it's more of an eye cream, but it's done absolute wonders for me—"

"You can do real damage to the trachea that way," James was explaining to Harry, demonstrating with a cupped hand to his neck.

"I work in Magical Law Enforcement," Harry deadpanned. "I think I know how to fucking choke someone."

Regulus emitted the strangely high-pitched giggle Lily was always hearing from inside the cup-strewn, bleach-smelling lair he shared with James.

"Why does it smell like—" Draco stopped in Lily and Narcissa's doorway. With narrowed eyes, he hissed to his mother, "I thought you were all in some sort of... like, queerplatonic... situation...?"

James's brow got those furrows again.

"What's queerplatonic?" he whispered to Lily.

"It means nobody fucks," she whispered back.

James squared his shoulders and took a step forward as if he might try to fight Draco.

---

"We raised a good kid," James would tell Lily later, after they'd put out the fire on the stove, slightly misty-eyed with nostalgia and the acrid smoke. "All of us," he'd add, with a nod toward Lily and Narcissa's side of the house, which was now perfumed rather pleasantly with a melange of prosecco, wet pussy and prawn fettucine.

"Yeah," Lily would say wistfully. "Shit taste in men, though."

"Well, it runs in the family." James would ruffle his hair, the way he tended to. After a pause, he'd venture: "And I daresay you and I had a pretty good run, didn't we?"

Lily would tip the bottle up and drain the last of the prosecco at that. James would hold out his hand, and she'd pass him the empty bottle. He'd try to take a drink, then bin it with a disgruntled look.

"It was all right," she'd say.

[stusbunker]

Spotless: Pizzicato

Chapter Nineteen

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela, Dean/Cas (unrequited)

Other characters: Miriam Talbot (OFC Bela's mother)

Word Count: 2567

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, putting out other people's fires, and old baggage, unbeta'd

A/N: Castiel and Trouble's friendship is something I didn't realize she had been missing until he was in front of her. There are a couple of big truth bombs in this chapter and I hope I handled them respectfully. This is an AU and it is not indicative of this author's feelings on canon or any other fandom shipping practices.

Series Masterlist

Posting on Dean’s instagram account was par for the course as the band’s publicist. You bothered to know what a hashtag was, for one. For another it also allowed you to check traffic on posts and actively moderate things to help the comment section look best for Dean’s image. Afterall, Dean trusted you, you weren’t going to leak anything or make him look like an idiot.

You were a goddamn professional and this wasn’t the hardest thing you’d done in the last year, but Jesus fuck were you pissed.

Dean hated tattoos. Really, he hated needles. He was black out drunk when he and Sam got their matching flaming pentagrams. He actually had a panic attack the next morning after realizing he let someone “sew ink” into his skin. By sheer force of will and through the bond of shared grief, you got him to go with you for Jo’s memorial tattoo on the tenth anniversary of her death. It was in your all-time top five ultimate Dean-Y/N memories.

And now it meant jack shit.

You edited and cropped the photos, sent two back to Bela to post on her account and then posted the lion’s share onto Dean’s, making him look like the diligent boyfriend while Bela was busy in the chair. You thanked Billie for taking care of “his girl” and made sure the shop was the location and tagged. You wanted to punch something, it looked so good. Then you sat back and let the interwebs do its job.

Okay, in actuality, you emailed about twenty different people, had a conference call with the tour management marketing team, scheduled radio station drop ins and followed up with Meg on the expected release of Dean’s photoshoot and interview. These days it may just end up online, but you hoped she was able to score him real physical print space.

It was just as you were winding down for the night, when your phone rang. It was past any reasonable business hours and you were already done with your skin care routine, but then you saw the caller id.

“Miriam! Hi!” You tried to sound pleasantly surprised.

“Don’t Miriam me, young lady. What is going on out there? Is it drugs? I thought we missed this stage when she quit acting for college. You’d tell me if this hoodlum was pressuring her into risky behavior wouldn’t you?”

Which was a lot to unpack right off the bat like that, luckily you had experience dealing with Bela’s mother.

“It’s just a tattoo. She’s not on drugs, I promise.”

“And what about this Dean? I knew they were seeing each other, but this seemed a bit more intimate— not exactly in the public eye.”

Oh, she was good.

“He’s not on drugs either. And—- he actually isn’t thrilled with tattoos. This might be all Bela, if I’m being honest.”

“Have you seen the things they’re saying? The things they’re calling her, Y/N?”

You rolled your eyes and heaved yourself out of bed, you needed your laptop if you were going to continue this conversation rationally. 

“Let me look into it— what site were you on?”

“Oh, I’m not sure. Olivette, one of the boardmember’s wives, told me she read about it online during dinner.”

You inhaled deeply and started your usual rotation of sites, you’d have to add some new tags to follow Bela’s buzz more closely going forward. 

“And you’re sure this wasn’t just bad blood from Olivia? I’m not finding much besides general surprise.”

“It’s Olivette. And yes, I’m certain. She wouldn’t make me worry without a reason.”

And then you realized what you were missing, it wasn’t just People or TMZ you had to worry about. You went to Hello!’s twitter and you found what had Miriam Talbot’s friend in a huff. 

You started scanning the comments, gathering the most common complaints and judging their amount of influence via cursory glances. You did not know a lot of the news personalities or celebrity bloggers in the UK. You were going to have to meet with Bela and figure out a better approach going forward.

“Okay, Miriam, it’s almost eleven here. I know you probably called me as soon as you woke up, but consider me on the case. Alright? Bela’s fine and this is just a minor hiccup.”

“If you’re sure, Y/N, dear.”

You sighed. “Of course. I would warn you if there was anything to worry about. But please just let this run its course. You know how the tabloids are.”

“Unfortunately I do, that’s why I called. Please keep me updated if anything else comes up?”

“Will do. You have a good ni-day!”

“Goodnight dear— and thank you.”

You smiled at your lap. “Anytime.”

You let her hang up. Then you promptly pulled up your contacts list and warned Bela that her mother was sniffing about online and to call her at a decent hour. And finally, you spent the next four hours (or so) online until you had swam to the bottom of the cesspool and decided it wasn’t worth your time. At least not right then, not so exhausted.

Three days passed since the snobby UK gossip rags’ judgment rained down and, as expected, it had already just about fizzled out. You sat in a cafe with a quad shot flat white, waiting for your lunch date to arrive. Not truly a date, though it wasn’t a meeting either.

It was a diplomatic mission.

Then you spotted him and your stomach swooped, feeling the loss of his presence in your life all over again.

“Hey, Cas.” You stood and held your arms open for a hug, which he accepted with a timid smile.

“It’s good to see you, Trouble,” his gravelly voice murmured in your ear. He still smelled the same.

You pulled back and looked him in the eye, searching for anything but the sincere blue reality in front of you. He held no grudges, not with you, without even discussing it you knew he was still your friend. 

You then punched him squarely in the shoulder. “That’s for ghosting us all for the last nine months, assbutt!”

He grunted, and rolled his eyes. “I can accept that.”

“Good. Because I missed you. We all miss you.”

He tilted his head and raised his eyebrows in challenge.

“So— heard you have a kid, huh. That’s —- weird.”

Castiel exhaled and shook his head. “Who told you?”

“What? Nobody. I have eyes. And spend enough time online to draw some conclusions.”

“Kelly told you.”

“She didn’t have to. She’s amazing by the way— are you a thing now, now that you know he exists?”

Castiel looked affronted. “Me and Kelly? Oh, no. That was a teenage mistake. We were young. And we’ve both matured into vastly different people. But I respect her and I think— I hope I’ve earned her trust.”

“Tell me about him—- he’s what? Twenty-twenty one?”

“He’s twenty three and very talented. Kind, impossibly optimistic even.”

“Yikes, tough combo out here.”

“Tell me about it.”

You shared a look and he smiled at you like he knew what you were thinking about. Like you were reliving the same joke.

You blinked away the sting in your eyes.

“Go get your dark roast and get back over here, we’ve got things to discuss.”

His eyes softened, but Cas didn’t argue with you.

You sipped your drink and tried not to let all of the questions that had been building for months run away from you. He was back both too quickly and too slowly. You cleared your throat, the awkwardness you had been fighting back rushed to the surface.

“So— I presume there is more to you calling to get lunch. Not just asking about Jack and goading me about my latest tattoo?” Cas wasn’t one for small talk.

You nodded and swallowed around another perfect mouthful of milk and espresso.

Castiel’s face went through a journey when you didn’t quickly reply. “He doesn’t want to see me—- he made that quite clear.”

“And what about since everything?”

“What do you mean?”

“I know Dean’s called you. He might not have been big enough to actually apologize in a voicemail, but I know he wants to fix things— he misses you as his friend, too.”

“Then he should be able to suck up his pride and make the effort,” Cas snipped, the first sign of the lingering anger from his and Dean’s fight.

“I haven’t exactly seen much of your effort. Do you not want to fix things?--- And I’m not talking about coming back to the band— that ship has sailed. I’m talking about twenty years of friendships you just walked out on.”

Cas stared at his coffee, his eyebrow ring arched with his bitchy expression. He hated being corrected, you knew that. But this had gone on long enough.

“I’ve spoken with everyone but Dean,” Cas explained. “It’s not perfect, but it’s progress.”

“You never spoke to me,” you spat.

Cas’ eyes softened again. “I always knew where your loyalties lie, you took your time, too.”

“Wait— even SAM?!”

“Sam and I haven’t lost contact this whole time.”

You sucked in air. “Oh, he is so dead.”

“Y/N. It wasn’t like we were plotting or anything. He was worried about me, I was worried about Dean.”

“Yeah, but if Dean knew—”

“Ask Sam, but I don’t think he could hide anything from Dean if he wanted to.”

You knew he was right. Ever since Sam got sober, transparency had been something Sam put into his closest relationships anyway. Beside Dean being ruthless and stubborn, well, you supposed Cas was right. 

“Why do I feel like this band just doesn’t want me to be able to do my job?”

“Your position as group therapist is fairly tenuous. Especially with Pamela involved.”

“I meant my real job. If I had known you were on decent terms with, well, everyone but Dean, it would have made things a lot easier, young man.” You couldn’t help but smile now. Sure you were hurt, but the eggshells you had been stepping over for so long really only took up a single corner of the floor.

It was freeing.

“I never meant to cause you any distress.”

“That doesn’t make it go away, Cas.”

He bowed his head, but popped back up to meet your gaze. “I know. I apologize. I didn’t want you to think that I was done— with any of you.”

You pinched your eyes closed quickly and then reached over the table to squeeze his forearm. “Okay. So— you’ll come to Dean’s birthday party, then?”

Cas patted your hand with his left and sat back, breaking the contact and sat with the invitation for a heavy moment.

“What makes you think he’d want me there?”

You glared at him, all tattooed and handsome and absolutely clueless about how much his absence has affected Dean. Sure, Dean got to keep the band, but it wasn’t the same without Cas. Cas has had to start over entirely, become a dad and rebuild his career all without any of the support Dean has had around him through his own troubles.

“Look— I know you’re Mister Independent and I don’t want to set back any of the progress you’ve made without him needing you around. But he still looks for you whenever we all go out. And hanging out with Kevin, made it abundantly clear to him that you were available— you just weren’t interested.”

“Why do you always make it sound like we were an item?”

You rolled your eyes. “Look, we all know Dean has attachment issues. I’m not saying anything was kinky between you guys— that’s not my business. But, as friends, you guys deserve to at least get some answers— closure or forgiveness can come later, if you get there.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Really? You’re not just saying that to get me off your case?”

“Yes, really.”

You smirked and Cas’ smiled with his eyes, fidgeting his lip ring with his tongue.

Cas cleared his throat and took a sip of his coffee before changing gears. “So, your friend Bela and, uh, Dean?”

You groaned and hid your eyes in your hand. When you looked up he was laughing at you.

“What?!”

“Stop— we both know what it’s all about.”

“Kevin seems to think Dean’s whipped.” Mischief continued to dance in Cas’ eyes.

“Well, it’s about time.”

“I told him, the only one who has had Dean whipped in over a decade is you.”

You choked on your spit, sputtering at Cas’ bluntness.

“They don’t know it’s for show do they?”

You inhaled deeply. “Sam knows. Dean and Bela have their own private agreement about it all. But, uh, yeah, you pretty much guessed right.”

Cas watched you thoughtfully, futzing with his lip ring with his top teeth now. 

“How are you holding up?”

“Me? I’m fine, why?”

Cas nudged your ankle under the table with his combat boot.

“As someone who was definitely in love with him for most of my life— I know the symptoms.”

You sighed and shivered at being seen and having your long held suspicions confirmed. You rubbed your upper arm, trying to fight the goosebumps. “I’m fine. Nothing has changed. He’s just been working on himself and that is— distracting.”

Cas hummed, head cocking to the side as if looking at you with a different angle would give him more insight.

“I mean it. He’s in therapy and everything. Sam and him are working out. He’s been insanely focused on the latest album—”

“He’s doing penance.”

“Maybe. But he wants to be better. It’s not just guilt. I don’t know how to explain it. But, you’ll see what I mean.”

Cas eyebrow popped up again.

“You will,” you insisted.

“You always were able to read me weren’t you?”

You chuckled at the back of your mouth, short and knowing. “Guess it comes with being stuck with each other for so long.”

“Shared trauma response,” Cas teased.

“Or that.”

You finished the last of your drink and looked around the cafe.

“So, where we going to eat? I think we’ve had enough heavy— sushi?”

“You buying?”

“Phantom Traveler is covering this as a business lunch.”

Cas stood and pushed in his chair. “Okay, well then, bring on the seafood.”

You stood and let Cas walk you outside, his hand on the small of your back until he could offer you his elbow on the sidewalk. You smiled up at him and pulled him tight to your side.

“I’m glad you’re back, Cas.”

“Well, we’ll see if everyone agrees with you, won’t we?”

The afternoon passed quickly, catching up and sharing memories that were now tinted with the grief of the last lost year. Things made more sense the longer you thought about how the band had been acting, especially way back at the Animal Shelter where Cas’ niece had been more than willing to put in her two cents. You texted Sam while you waited for your meals, warning him where you were and what you knew.

‘Have fun.’

His only response. Asshole.

But everything kept from you, kept from Dean, wouldn’t last forever. It couldn’t. Now you at least could control the narrative a bit more by being in on it all. Or most of it at least.

Tagging:

@deans-spinster-witch

@mrswhozeewhatsis

@cosicas-cuquis

@fics-pics-andotherthings-i-like

@suckitands33

@ladysparkles78

@deans-baby-momma

@stoneyggirl2

@sassy-pelican

@leigh70

@globetrotter28

@winharry

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Chapter Twenty: Arpeggio

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anyway you seem cool it's nice to meet you!

YOURE SO REAL OH MY GOD........... the obsession goes crazy. ive been in deep with spies for months now its truly concerning. anyways, you should totally check out the artist who made the header!!! @ricky-mortis' work is absolutely PHENOMENAL, their spies pieces regularly make me lose my shit, please please please give them a follow if you're looking for spies are forever/starcanwreckedpulp blogs !!!

anyways. not to give unsolicited advice but also since i love talking about how cool everyone in this fandom is, so if youre looking for other neat spies blogs to follow, @szollibisz, @toringo, and @sunnifer make absolutely INCREDIBLE STUNNING PHENOMENAL ART for curtwen that will forever rotate in my mind forever, @smytherines has the best analysis posts in the entire world (seriously, she gets them like no one else, scroll through her "spies are forever" tag. the posts are long, but theyre WORTH IT. ALSO!! IF YOURE INTO FANFICTION SHE HAS A TON OF INCREDIBLE FICS UNDER THE SAME USERNAME) @kairithemang0, the loveliest shitposter in the entire world, is probably single handedly keeping this fandom alive.... he has a ton of funky content for them from fanfiction to aus to straight up just memes that you'll enjoy !!! ive linked the discord server for spies if you want to join too :3 there are so many amazing people in this fandom i just cant i know there are others i havent mentioned but I JUST DO NOT HAVE THE TIME TO LIST ALL OF YOU LITERALLY JUST GO THROUGH MY FOLLOWING LIST !!!!!

[ohnoitsjetster]

jesse!!! hi!! i have one very important question for you: ARE‼️YOU 🫵🏼 DAN🧍‍♂️REYNOLDS🎤⁉️

(okay now for my real question, what’s your fav hatchetfield installment?? it could be a musical or nightmare time ep or even workin’ boys if you’ve seen it :] i’m curious!! oh also if you want you can tell me about orin, i’m vaguely familiar with lsoh but it’s been a while!! so yea, free pass to talk about your lil gay sadist of a dentist <3 this was just an excuse to give you an ask so yk you can really just talk about whatever)

SOL! Hi hi hi hi !! (Sorry for the late response)

OHOHO! A dual fandom ask !! This means another long rambling post for my four most dedicated followers to read!!!! Im sorry in advance!!! this will probably be boring to everyone but me!!!!

I think my favorite might be NPMD. That one changed my brain chemistry for sure. But so did TGWDLM, I really believe that watching Show Stopping Number at the tender age of, like 11… well it just explains a lot about how i turned out ([obligatory “fuck Robert manion”]). I also frequently shake Time Bastard, Killer Track, and Abstinence Camp around in my teeth like a dog like HAUUFHGIGJHJGKKGKFGKRGJ RFRRRGJGG RRHHRHHRHH HREHHEGEGHGRGHRHHHHFFNFHFGGHF like that. But yeah at the present moment I'm being insane about NPMD. The songs are all bangers (Yes all of them) and I am in love with every character (Yes every character). High School is Killing Me is kind of my anthem right now. For no. Particular reason. Also, your honor those three nerds are all literally me and also i am in love with them and also im that fucked up dead bully but in a totally normal way.

So. Speaking of fucked up dead bullies… ‘,:]

Orin Scrivello, DDS <3 my beautiful bbg who has never done anything wrong in his life except for literally everything he did. Worst guy ever. But hey, you can’t choose who you rotate around in your brain, or how many Pinterest boards you make about it. Another instance of “he’s literally me but obviously not actually at all but I think he’s silly so that’s basically the same thing.” A tale as old as time. I don’t know how many queer awakenings one person can have but I was definitely already trans and bi when I saw Orin for the first(?*) time last year, and now, well now im the same but im more pretentious about it and I own a leather jacket. (*I actually saw LSOH a long time ago when i was way younger, but I didn’t remember it almost at all and I’d thought “The Dentist” was like this mad scientist type character, which, not exactly wrong ig, so anyway he’s been swimmin around in my brain making me silly for who knows how long, but yeah probably just since last year). I swear to cope with hyperfixating on such a fucked up character I’ve literally been making au’s in my brain where he’s morally ambiguous, or gets a redemption arc (he does not fucking deserve a redemption arc he deserves to be chopped up and fed to a bitchy gay plant), or where he’s literally just a nice guy. Yeah I’ll sometimes just remove the character from this character to appease the brain demons. But the cool thing about the Not an Asshole™️ AUs is that, in the og, the whole story basically goes south when Seymour justifies killing to feed the plant cause he can kill that jerk Orin, so if he’s not a jerk maybe they all survive?? Idk i just like thinkin. Also… ALSO!.. I made a post a while ago that I might someday make Orin textpost memes using pictures from my actual stage production, and well, that day has come! or, will come, soon. I’ve made the pictures I just have to make the post. It was very fun Im excited to share em. Okay thats all TYSM for the ask bestie!!!

Oh and to address your first question…

I 🧑🏻 AM 💥 DAN🧍‍♂️REYNOLDS 🎤 ✅

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For the fanfic ask game: 4, 7, 8, 13, 27!

Thank you for the ask, friend! I am very excited to answer now that I am feeling better!💜💜 (from this post)

4. a story idea you haven’t written yet

I have...SO MANY. You have no idea. I even cleaned up my folders, and somehow I ended up with MOre??? I'm truly hopeless. This brain doesn't rest. So, I think I'll indulge myself and talk about more than just one :)

Rin is Human: a Blue Exorcist au where Rin is the only human in a school of monsters (I am a sucker for this kind of plot/setting)

Four Brothers: I want to write a really serious Blue Exorcist fic in an AU where none of them are demons or exorcists, where an overworked Mephisto and a heartbroken Amaimon have to suddenly raise their 16 year old brothers Rin and Yukio after Shiro's untimely death. It will be an angsty feast (but I promise no one aside from Shiro dies).

Teach Me to Play: Twisted Wonderland Kalim/Idia fic where Kalim stumbles across the board game club meeting one day and becomes enamored by how expressive Idia is when playing; and subsequently begs Idia to teach him video games and board games so that he can continue seeing those expressions.

Octavinelle wants Trey's baking: for this one I am going to share the notes I have thus far because I feel you'll appreciate them. This is based on one of our many many conversations:

Azul wants Trey’s cooking in his kitchen; he keeps trying to get Trey over there working for him. Trey is confused and also a little nervous that Octavinelle has such an interest in him. Riddle wants to know why the fuck the Octotrio are trying to steal his vice housewarden. Cater is ugly-crying in the corner and eating ice cream straight from the tub because he thinks his boyfriend is gonna get eaten by the fish mafia. Ace and Deuce make Cater’s crying worse.

7. your preferred writing fonts

Times New Roman. Why? Because it's what I'm used to. Yeah, now the default font in Word is calibri and I've gotten used to it, but a long time ago it was Times New Roman and let me tell you, I used to write so much on my family's computer that it became a comfort for me to see (my sister and I both used to take turns writing and we would write for hours and hours; and my mother never denied us our writing time as long as chores and homework were done because she was happy we were being creative and also not getting into trouble). It's a bit nostalgic and it looks right to me. Though, Calibri has grown on me and if I had to choose a second, I would choose that one.

8. if you had to write a sequel to a fic, you’d write one for…

This is so hard. Honestly, if I'm going to write a sequel I usually have it planned before the first fic is done. So, unless it's for one of our ongoing aus (Bar and Saw) or a fic that I've already started writing a sequel for, I don't think that I really would...

But in the spirit of the question, if I *had* to choose, I might write a sequel to If I Lay Here, my Haikyuu!! Shizumo/Yachi fic for whumptober 2023. In the fic, I left off with the girls deciding to run away after Yachi's mother disapproved of their relationship. If I were to do a sequel, it would probably be a snapshot of their time finding themselves and setting themselves up in their new life together.

13. a fandom you’re thinking about writing for

I, too, am thinking of writing for Link Click. Honestly, it's so good. I don't know if I'll wait for Season 3 before I start, it depends on what I want to write and how Season 2 goes (I'll probably decide once I finish watching S2, honestly, but since I do a lotta writing in AUs, I could easily see myself writing for the fandom before S3). I also am sorely tempted to write for Hakata Tonkotsu Ramens, but I'm less confident in that my grasp of the characters in that one, so it might be a while before I venture there.

27. your favorite part of the writing process

I have many favourite parts! One of them is the planning process! I love thinking about an idea and rotating it in my mind until I have a shiny little plot outline :D

[romanromulus]

I'm back again! I'm just going to keep popping in your inbox every so often whenever I have a thought related to your meta tbh, because I keep finding myself coming back to it when I write for Strahm and Hoffman without even realizing it. Like tonight, I've been writing a longer rp thread with a friend to kinda flesh out how I want to write some stuff for my current fic for the Jigsquad au, and I ended up writing this bit for said thread (majorly out of context but tldr they're having breakfast together):

And as I was back reading it, I realized that I had actually taken some of your meta from Strahm Dies and just like, the interpretation of Saw V that you left on my one post before into mind. For Jigsquad specifically, Hoffman ends up retaining a bit more of his humanity, and so it actually makes sense here for him to be the one making the move to reach out in his and Strahm's relationship. But in general, I think you had the right idea in pointing out how he's just naturally the one who's going to do it anyways. Strahm's too stubborn to do it himself, and often too stubborn to give in and take the hand offered depending on the situation too. He can't do it in Strahm Dies because of how deeply he's dug himself a hole/how caged in he is, both literally and metaphorically. He has a hard time doing it here too because of things I'll eventually elaborate on in said fic as well. But just...it's something I keep thinking about! I think it's something you portrayed really well in Strahm Dies, and it's something I ended up picking up as I've been writing for these two as well because it just makes sense for them. Sorry if this sounds disconnected, but it was on my mind and I wanted to let you know. Once again your meta is something I rotate in my brain a lot and something I come back to frequently~

hey hey! i love when you pop in! okay hoffman meta let’s go! I love the little breakfast scene you included (can’t wait to read more) and lemme just say, I think you nailed Hoffman there. like you said, i do think he’s a guy who wants to reach out (even in canon he’s visibly disappointed in rigg for failing his test, he shows up in strahm’s hospital room, he repeatedly asks Strahm to trust him) but the other thing I love about your scene is the way he just watches Strahm shoot himself in the foot. that’s how I characterize him too—as a guy who will sit back and watch until he feels he has to get involved. I don’t think Hoffman gets enough credit in fandom for how intelligent he actually is, like he absorbs kramers methods and lessons and then applies them. he beats Strahm because he understands him and thus understands how to lay the perfect trap, like that’s what Saw V is about!!! In the last couple films he’s flaming out spectacularly but I think that’s because he’s lost himself to madness/violence/isolation, not because he’s inherently stupid.

I really can’t wait to read your jigsquad stuff because Hoffman is honestly one of my favorite characters in the series. He has so much untapped potential and I think he’s a really tragic character. Like, he’s the one apprentice that I do think things could have turned out differently for because he’s the only one who didn’t freely (arguable) choose to join up. he was literally blackmailed into it. of course he killed Amanda and Perez and those things are unforgivable but i just think if one person had reached out to Hoffman in return, he could have pulled himself back from the brink. anyway thanks for making me think about this odious little guy who I love so much!!!

[the-storming-sea]

this is the third(?) intro post ive made to my own blog

Hi im Sea. this is the fandom blog where i reblog funny things and occasionally make opinions. sometimes with math

Talk to me about:

Sandman (Netflix)

BNHA (if you haven’t realized that I’m an all might fan) (edit: YES I still am an All Might fan I just subconsciously turn off the bnha switch in my brain whenever hes not in the story)

Ace Attorney (edit: or specifically my personal version of AA that I rotate in my head on a daily basis)

Pirates of the Caribbean.

How fucking cool the ocean is

The Owl House

Kingdom Hearts, tho ask me those questions on my kh blog (@iloveluxu). I don’t do much on it, but if you send me KH asks on there I will talk about it for hours and you will be forced to listen

Batman (2022). No I don't know anything else abt the DC universe other than what's been given to me via mutuals

Welcome To Nightvale

I also really like Everything Everywhere All At Once and Knives Out but I'm not in the fandom or anything I just think they're some of the best movies to ever exist and I rotate them and their hole shaped pastries in my brain constantly

Or if you’re feeling quirky and want to start ~controversy~ (please seriously for real don’t start controversy) ask me my opinions on asian media and representation. This is /gen. I may not be right sometimes, but I am insufferable, and I have opinions

and now. the special™ and sort of long posts.

Why the All Might Quirkless Reveal scene characterizes Yagi and his thinking process the best

All Might and Aizawa AO3 statistics – aka proof that Dadzawa and All Might Bashing go hand in unlovable hand

The Aizawa Critical post where I hand in unlovable hand his actions in-series – but respectfully

Edit: I had an idea abt a quirkless au once, I'm not too into BNHA anymore but I still have thoughts. If u wanna ask

Edit: If ur here from the recent sexyman polls and saw my WTNV post, that was made long before polls were a thing and was made for me myself and I lmao. I like WTNV, not really in the 'fandom' anymore though.

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Misconceptions, Miscommunication, and Misinformation Pt83

Inspired by @ozmav Maribat AU

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“So, you want us to let you move into a mansion with Damian and absolutely no adult supervision?” Marinette blinked at her mother for a moment before frowning. There had to be someone coming to make everything look legit from Damian’s side right? Even if her parents would act as though they lived there Bruce Wayne would surely insist on an adult presence for appearances sake, right?

“I think someone from Damian’s family will be coming. Tim’s the CEO so he can’t stay indefinitely, but I believe someone should be coming to replace him.” She’d have to talk to Damian about that. It’s not like he had a shortage of siblings so they might rotate for all she knew. “Besides, the Kwami will all be there.”

Sabine gave her a flat look before running her eyes over the beings in question. Digg was trying to put the kitchen in order while Tom explained that everything was exactly where he wanted it, no matter how much the Kwami claimed things should be arranged by height, color, even weight at one point. Her father looked to be nearing the end of his rope. Primm was watching the light filter through the window, occasionally forcing it to refract as if through a prism and giggling to themself. Jett was watching and Marinette caught the Kwami of Darkness shatter the effect more than once and smirking when Primm pouted. Lyccen was… wait where was Lyccen? Before Marinette could get too concerned Lyccen stormed into the bakery from the apartment with a bag of chips in hand looking furious.

“Who even does this?” They held up the bag of chips and Marinette saw it was something Sabine’s side of the family sent them as a joke. Baked bacon cheese with seaweed flavor. “I’m the Kwami of Anarchy for crying out loud and I still would never do something like this!” Sabine just raised an eyebrow at Marinette.

“Well they’re not wrong. You can’t tell me you haven’t wondered about the sanity of some of the people coming up with different combinations of flavoring for things.” Okay, so the Kwami might be more like babysitting little kids, but it would still keep her out of trouble.

“Marinette, you may be the Guardian of these beings but I am still your mother and you’re still a minor. I’m not going to let you stay in a house with only other teenagers, gods that act like teenagers, and some unknown adult that may only be a few years from being a teenager themself. If Tom and I are the only adults who can be there because of your responsibilities we’ll make a schedule and hire help if we need to so one of us can be there.” Marinette frowned at the thought. She didn’t want to upend their lives and business because she suddenly couldn’t get around her home.

“Let’s talk to Damian and see what his family plans to do first. He and Tim should be here soon anyway to look over and set up the chair.” They’d had to go back to the apartment for some reason, but said they’d be along shortly. She hadn’t had a chance to ask what they were comfortable sharing with her parents. Given her mother’s hang up on age she wasn’t sure it would help her knowing they were also vigilantes.

“That’s it! Get out of my kitchen.” Marinette started at her father’s bellow. The man was normally a huge teddy bear but he did have his limit. Watching him shove Digg out of the kitchen was amusing by itself, but the Kwami’s confused expression made it hilarious.

“I was just trying to help, nothing in there makes sense.” Digg sounded moderately offended, but Lyccen laughed at him from across the room.

“Get off your high horse. Some artists need chaos to thrive and others just have a process that looks like chaos to those not in their head. I promise that kitchen is in perfect order, you just don’t understand how.” Digg frowned at them.

“That doesn’t make any sense if there is order, I would know.” Primm was the one who giggled this time.

“No you wouldn’t. You’re too much like Jett. Neither of you is interested in the world except for your function in it and you refuse to acknowledge that your effects might take shapes you didn’t intend. Humans constantly form chaos into order and turn order to chaos in new and interesting ways. You simply believe that since you are order personified you understand everything about it when in fact you have tunnel vision.”

Digg and Jett both glared at the Kwami of Light but they had already gone back to playing with the light coming through the window. Yeah, this was definitely going to be like looking after little kids. What exactly had Tikki been thinking? The Kwami she could renounce caused enough trouble but these four she was going to have to watch constantly. Her mother looked like she was about to burst into laughter

“Perhaps you don’t need to have an adult presence since you’ll have to be one. That won’t leave you much time to get into normal trouble. Unfortunately someone does need to watch them while you’re in school.” Marinette just wrinkled her nose in annoyance. She had a successful business and as soon as a couple contracts went through she’d be set for life monetarily unless she started being really reckless. Yet her parents still insisted she finish school.

“Well I could just transfer to homeschooling to be able to keep an eye on them.” Sabine rolled her eyes.

“If we let you home school you would just work on commissions non stop. You need to develop the ability to have a proper work life balance and allowing you to not surface from your work for weeks or months at a time won’t help that.” Marinette shared a look with Chloe and could see her thoughts mirrored on the other girls face. Chloe would never say it out loud because she didn’t want to anger the woman. Marinette had no such filter.

“This from a woman who lives in her business and has no social life outside of customers and one or two friends she hardly ever sees.” She knew as the words were coming out that she should just shut up but couldn’t make herself do it. The look on her father’s face was sheer terror and even the Kwami were looking at her like she’d completely lost it. She was starting to wonder if being crippled had destroyed her self preservation instincts. Maybe it was a form of depression? No. As she looked at her mother’s frighteningly blank face she knew exactly what had happened. All kids pressed their parent’s buttons to test limits and see how far they could go. She didn’t do it often but every time she did she overshot the line by a few meters at least. This would probably go down as one of her worst decisions ever.

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[theleakypen]

first lines: fic-writers meme

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favourite authors!

I was tagged by @la-muerta! I've mostly been archiving my kissing fics on AO3 lately, so that's what these will be, probably. I'm going to skip the ones where the first line was given to me by another person, since those are not illustrative. I am also skipping my filks. XD

1. Terms of Care - in answer to the prompt: "wei wuxian & wen ning + forehead kisses"

“Ah, Wen Ning, come join me!” Wei Wuxian exclaimed, waving Wen Ning over to his spot in the bunny clearing.

2. Not To Be Alone - in answer to the prompt: "jiang cheng/song lan - hating separation"

“I was in shock still, and I said such awful things… So I’m looking for him now, to apologise. To say: traveling with you is better than traveling without you.”

3. This One's Spicy - in answer to the prompt: "lan jingyi/lan sizhui - yi city"

Lan Jingyi was still making elaborate disgusted faces, scraping his teeth over his tongue and the like.

4. fell through the cracks, but we're okay - in answer to the prompt: "oyzz/a-qing, au where they meet when they're both alive"

“Excuse me, are there any powerful people around here? Powerful people who cultivate?”

5. All This Burning Sexual Tension - in answer to the prompt: "wei wuxian/wen qing + laughter"

“Qing jiějiě!” Wei Wuxian shouts, bursting into the mess. “Jiang Cheng has brought it to my attention that we need to work out the unbearable sexual tension between us.”

6. In the Officers' Baths - in answer to the prompt: "mu nihuang/xia dong - something fun and not sad"

“Jùnzhǔ!”

7. in this great golden tower - in answer to the prompt: "qin su/wen qing, koi tower"

Qin Su has never asked xiǎo-Qing about her past.

8. sharp words, soft hands - in answer to the prompt: "chengxuan after like a big battle or something and one of them is hurt and the other one is worried and expressing it through getting snappy?"

Jin Zixuan opens his mouth to speak when Jiang Wanyin strides into his tent, but before he can say anything, the Jiang sect leader snaps, “Don’t bother. I saw exactly how it happened. You’d think someone raised in the great Lanling Jin sect would have learned a modicum of tactics.”

9. corpse kiss - in answer to the prompt: "how about wn/jzx with the prompt “qiongqi path”" (content warning: this one is noncon)

There was no longer a flute playing, but Wen Ning was still rushing toward Jin Zixuan like a hurricane in human form.

10. Closed Fist, Warm Mouth - in answer to the prompt: "xianxuan, in the middle of an argument"

It was lucky that Jin Zixuan had stomped away from his entourage as well as from the Jiang contingent, because it meant that there was no one to stop Wei Wuxian from throwing a punch this time.

11. Growing Things - in answer to the prompt: "lan sizhui & ouyang zizhen (my underappreciated boi!), growing things"

The Baling gardens were one of Lan Sizhui’s favorite places.

12. what's left when revenge is over - in answer to the prompt: "Sisi/Nie Huaisang post Guanyin temple"

“It’s done, then,” Sisi says, standing behind Nie Huaisang and beginning to take his hair down.

13. a good bruise - in answer to the prompt: "chengqing, jiang-furen wen qing. after training disciples"

They have been married for just over a year, but it still somehow seems scandalous to Wen Qing that she gets to be here, in Sect Master Jiang’s own personal quarters, as he gets ready for his post-training bath; that she gets to pull at the ties on his outer robes, skim her fingers along his collarbones to feel him shiver, help him shrug off each successive layer of clothes until all that’s left between her and his sweat-slick skin are her own clothes.

14. why the hell not - in answer to the prompt: "wwx/nhs, burial mounds. why the hell not"

“Nie xiong, what the hell are you doing here?”

15. Rivers and Lakes, Towns and Cities - a prequel of my Songxiao Middle Earth AU, where the Elf Xiao Xingchen meets the Human Song Lan after leaving Baoshan Sanren's mountain (which is, like, an Asian equivalent of Rivendell)

Baoshan Sanren always said that the world west of the Mountain was full of corruption and iniquity, that the Western Elves were liars to a one, and that the gods they called the Valar were betrayers.

16. A Hundred Beautiful Things - The Untamed (TV) fandom, Jiang Yanli/Nie Huaisang political marriage set after the Qishan indoctrination arc.

It was an adjustment, to be sure.

17. Taste You In My Core - 魔道祖师/Mo Dao Zu Shi novel fandom, Nie Huaisang/Xiao Xingchen monster4monster porn with Eldritch Xiao Xingchen and Beast Nie Huaisang.

“Are you all right, gōngzǐ?" the young man asks, and Nie Huaisang does his best not to laugh.

18. A Fruitful Correspondence - The Untamed (TV) fandom, Lan Wangji is forcibly befriended by Jiang Yanli (and by extension Jin Zixuan and Jiang Cheng) during the time that Wei Wuxian and the Wens are holed up in the Burial Mounds.

Lan Wangji’s plan upon attending the wedding between Jin Zixuan and Jiang Yanli is to put in the bare minimum of appearances and then go home at the earliest opportunity.

19. Bored - Leverage (!!) fandom, in Season 2, Episode 1, Parker mentioned stealing the Hope Diamond and then putting it back. This is the story of that heist.

Planning the heist still carries the same thrill as it always does: scoping out guard rotations, evaluating the schematics for their new security system (laughable, even with the increased bandwidth to support a greater number of security cameras), visiting the museum as a paying guest… Parker loves this part, and it’s good to stretch her muscles in this way, relying on no one but herself.

20. Best Friends for Best Friends - The Untamed/MDZS fandom (could go with either canon) fic for Jin Ling's birthday featuring the Juniors quartet and a whole litter of puppies - this is an archived threadfic that was cleaned up and then thrown on AO3.

Jin Ling totally forgot about the "no pets at Cloud Recesses" rule, okay?

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I've noticed that I tend to like to start with some kind of dialogue most frequently; otherwise, something to establish the POV character's interiority. The big exception is the Middle Earth fic where I was emulating Tolkien's narrator, somewhat.

I think of these twenty, my favorite opening line is probably either 7 or 16. They're so sparse, but still set up a lot.

Tagging @hunxi-guilai, @iamwestiec, @bladedweaponsandswishycoats, @shadaras, @withbroombefore, @vyther15, @vivisextion if y'all wanna play! If not, no worries ofc :3

[she-talks-to-ang3ls]

Holonet Exposure

Set in a post TLJ AU where the bond stays open and Rey and Ben have a secret relationship. Everything is going well as it can be during a galactic war, but Rey and Ben were not so careful during their last secret meet up. What happens when some interesting news reaches the resistance?

A/N: I tried writing fic a few years back and decided it wasn’t for me. But then Reylo came along and I was suddenly inspired. This is my first fic in a fandom this huge and I wrote this on my phone at 2 am so please excuse any mistakes.

Hope you like this silly little piece. Let me know if you enjoy it! Hopefully I’ll be inspired to write more fic. Link to Ao3.

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“Rey, the meeting is about to start!” Finn called to her.

Rey rolled herself out from underneath the Falcon, wiping the sweat of her face. She rolled her eyes. Another meeting. Rey was all for fighting the good fight but when she joined the resistance she didn’t think she would spend a good portion of her time sitting in the command center listening to people argue.

Oh, so you only like arguing when it’s with me, sweetheart? A voice said in her head.

Well you just make it so much more fun. She responded. Now leave me, I’m sure the Supreme Leader has better things to do.

She could feel him chuckle through the bond. Ah, darling, I’m beginning to think you’re avoiding me. My feelings are hurt.

Rey rolled her eyes again. Come see me tonight, Ben. She told him before cutting off the bond.

Rey honestly was not avoiding Ben, they had both just been busy. They had not been able to have a full length conversation since seeing each other the week before when she managed to sneak away to Chandrila.

“Rey!” Finn called again, “You coming?”

“Yeah, be right there!”

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“And that’s all from the supply inventory” Poe announced to the room, “That’s it everyone. Unless anyone else has something to say?”

Rose stood up next to Rey. “Actually, Commander Dameron, I have something I think might be of interest to everyone here. Has anyone seen the latest news on The Daily Holo?”

There were a few groans throughout the room. “Rose, The Daily Holo is a simple gossip site. What possible relevance could it have to us?” General Leia asked.

“Trust me, General. You’re going to want to see this.” Rose went to the holo in the table in the middle of the commander center and pulled up an article.

The room gasped but Rey was frozen in fear. The rotating headline read “Supreme Leader in love?” with a photo of Ben, without a mask and clearly identifiable, kissing a woman passionately. Kissing Rey passionately.

Rey felt like she couldn’t breathe. She waited for what seemed like years for someone to respond. For Finn to look at her with hurt on his face. For Poe to yell at her. For Leia to ask what hell was going on.

“Who is that?” Poe exclaimed.

Rey looked at the photo again. She had been wearing a grey cloak with a hood that Ben had given her upon her arrival to conceal her identity. She had argued that it was dumb, but she was glad she agreed now. The hood covered her hair and half her face. Ben’s face covered the rest. The only part of her skin showing was her hands in Ben’s hair.

“When was this taken?” Finn asked.

“The woman isn’t identified but this was taken last week on Chandrila.” Rose answered.

Chatter exploded in the room, everyone in shock. They only knew the Supreme Leader as a monster. They couldn’t picture him in love.

“Crazy, right? Rose asked looking down at Rey.

Rey cleared her throat, “Umm yeah, crazy.”

General Leia stood, “Okay everyone! Settle down!” The room quieted, “Thank you for bringing this to our attention, Captain Tico, but I fail to see how exactly this is useful to our cause.”

“Well, General, if I may,” Lieutenant Connix began, “perhaps we can use this to our advantage.”

“Yeah! If we can find this girl then maybe we can get some inside information on Ren,” Poe exclaimed. There were mummers of agreement around the room.

“I don’t know, buddy,” Finn said, “I’m not so sure she’d be on our side if we found her. I mean if she’s actually with him.”

“You’re right, Finn. Anyone who would fall in love with Ren is probably as messed up and evil as he is,” Poe laughed.

Rey felt her heart break. They didn’t know it, but these were her friends talking about her and the man she loved. They had been so stupid, thinking they could be together and pretend they weren’t on opposite sides of a war.

Rey, what’s wrong, sweetheart? You seem really upset. Ben spoke through the bond.

Not now, Ben. Rey said as she put her shields up.

“Well, at least we know he has a weak spot! Maybe if we find the girl we can use her as bait,” Poe suggested, “Rose, are there anymore photos? Ones where we can see her face?”

Rose shook her head, “No, this is the only one.”

“Well, Rose, keep an eye on the holonet and give us updates if you have them,” General Organa said, “Now you are all dismissed, back to work.”

Rey couldn’t get away fast enough. She shot out of her seat but not before she heard Snap tell someone, “Bait would only work if Ren actually cared about the girl. Knowing him, she’s probably just some—“

“—Rey.”

Rey turned to find General Organa had caught up to her in the hall.

“Walk with me to my quarters?”

Rey nodded. They walked in silence. It wasn’t unusual for Leia to ask to speak to Rey in private. They often talked about Jedi training or Leia would tell Rey stories, the General even once braided Rey’s hair. The two women had developed a strong bond. Once they reached Leia’s quarters the General started preparing tea as Rey sat at the table in the middle of the room.

“So, what did you think of all that?” Leia asked.

Rey took a breath, “It was...um, interesting.”

Leia hummed. She sat across Rey as she served their tea.

“You know,” Leia mused, “When Ben was just a baby, Han and I used to imagine what his life would be like as an adult.”

Rey smiled. Leia rarely told stories about Ben, but those were the ones Rey cherished the most.

Leia continued, “Ben was such a soft child. I always thought he’d be content to live a simple life. He’d probably settle down early with some demure daughter of a diplomat or something or other. Han laughed at me and told me I was crazy if I thought any son of ours was going to wind up with someone who wasn’t as stubborn and strong-headed as the rest of his family.”

Rey swallowed her tea nervously. She wasn’t sure she wanted to hear Leia’s thoughts of her son’s affair, especially when the woman in question was herself.

“Of course, Han was right. I’m sure he’d be so smug if he knew Ben fell for a stubborn Jedi who’s kicked his ass on multiple occasions.”

Rey choked on her tea. Oh no.

“General—“

“Please, Rey. I’m not an idiot. I knew something was going on. There was no way you had that many ‘visions’ that told you that you needed to spend a week on some planet or another. Not to mention that you never came back from these solo missions with anything except a glowing smile.”

Rey blushed.

“So how long has this been going on?”

Rey started playing with her arm wraps nervously as she answered the General’s questions.

“Since about 3 months after Crait.”

“And how do you communicate? Does the First Order know our location?”

“No!” Rey explained the Force bond to Leia. How they had been able to talk since a few days after Starkiller. She also told her about facing Snoke and who really killed the former Supreme Leader. She told her about Ben’s offer and Rey’s rejection. About how they ignored the bond until Ben had gotten hurt and Rey was worried. About how they healed old wounds and moved from enemies to something more.

“And now,” Rey said with tears in her eyes, “Now, I know how stupid we were. You heard what everyone was saying in there. When they find out that I’m the one with Ben—“

Rey cut herself off.

Leia moved to Rey, hugging her.

“I didn’t mean to lie to you, Leia. Everything got so complicated and we thought we could ignore it. And I thought maybe he would change his mind, but he hasn’t!” Rey looked at Leia as the tears started falling from her eyes, “I love him! I love him and he knows that so why won’t he come home?”

Leia shushed Rey, holding her close. The General has asked the same question about her son many times.

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Rey was back in her quarters. After crying to Leia she decided to go back to her room and skip dinner. News of Kylo Ren’s lover would have spread by now and she didn’t want to hear anymore. Suddenly, Rey felt a pulse in the Force. She turned over and saw Ben on her bed with her, smiling sadly.

“I’m guessing you saw the photo?” Ben asked. She nodded in response. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart, we should have been more careful. I’m trying to track down who took the photo.”

Rey huddled further into his embrace. She looked up at him and asked, “How did the First Order react?”

Ben laughed, “Hux went absolutely mental. He demanded to know who the girl was. I almost wanted to tell him just to see his head explode.” Rey slapped his chest playfully. “I told all my officers that my personal life was not their business until I made it their business.”

Rey scrunched her eyebrows together, “What does that mean?”

“Well,” Ben started, “it will be their business when I introduce them to their future empress.”

“Ben,” Rey sighed.

“I know, sweetheart, I know. But you can’t blame a man for dreaming.”

Rey sat up in the bed and looked down at her bondmate, “Ben, what are we doing? Where is this going to end? Because judging by the way people reacted to a photo of you kissing someone — just a person, not even me — I don’t see this ending the way either of us want.”

Ben pulled Rey back down to his chest. “I don’t know, darling, I really don’t know,” he said as he stroked her hair, “I know that I’m happy with you, though. I know that I love you. I know that I never want to be away from you.”

“Come home, Ben. Please.” Rey pleases as she began to cry.

“Shhh, Rey. Not yet. One day, but not yet. Will you wait for me, darling?”

Rey nodded, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Rey. Now rest.”

Rey relaxed. It wasn’t an answer, it didn’t solve their problems and she was sure they’d have this conversation many more times before everything was settled. But it was enough for now. Rey could feel Ben drifting to sleep, and she realized she forgot to tell him something else important.

“Ben, there was something else I needed to tell you”

“Hmm”

“Your mother knows about us.”

“WHAT?”

[self-proclaimed-chaotic-good]

No Tree Survives Alone | Cassian Andor x Bodhi Rook (Oneshot)

Word Prompt: Hope

Words: 3170

Fandom: The OA AU!Rogue One

Summary: Five prisoners who have only each other bond and learn to band together to escape their situation. Despite a wall separating them, Cassian and Bodhi grow to care deeply for each other. After being thrown from the frying pan into the fire, something awakens within Bodhi that changes how he sees himself.

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“I am the pilot. I am the pilot. I am the pilot.”

Bodhi chanted these words over and over as he curled up on that dusty stone cold floor, his sweat and tears caking his body with dirt. He had hoped that he could make a difference, that this one good deed could turn a small spark into a flame and make things better. But carrying out such a dangerous mission wasn’t as glorious as it panned out to be and that there are many do-gooders that risk their lives to help others, only to have bad things happen to them. Why did Galen Erso give him the message when he was only a simple cargo pilot?

When Bodhi became a pilot, he dreamed that he would be able to be free from the Empire. Every mission, he took the time to appreciate the stars, the planets, moons, and just everything away from this taint that the Empire had spread. He dreamed that he could take him and his family away from it all. He thought he could once he turned his back on the Empire, once he escaped to deliver the message, but now that he was in this cell, it was becoming a foolish dream.

He heard an exasperated sigh from the other cell. “We get it. You’re the pilot. An Imperial pilot, might I add,” the voice boomed out. Bodhi shivered. He was born and raised in Jedha. He had no say when the Empire occupied the planet.

“He is stuck here like the rest of us,” a calm voice interjected, “there is no point in holding that against him.”

“Chirrut is right,” another voice, much rougher and authoritative, said, “We need to focus on figuring out how to get out of here and find Jyn. Pilot, what is your name? How did you end up here?”

“I… I am… my name is Bodhi Rook. I am the pilot sent by Galen Erso to deliver a message to Saw Gererra. I… he didn’t believe me,” Bodhi said, his voice quivering from the crying he had done. The memory of his interrogation with Gererra and being tied down and subjected to the violation of Bor Gullet still fresh in his mind. He didn’t even realized that he was crying again until the voice began shushing him.

“Message?” the man whispered under his breath, then turned back to Bodhi in a hushed voice, “Enough of that. Listen, Bodhi, I need you to calm down. If you want to escape, you’re going to have to pull yourself together.”

“I can’t,” Bodhi whimpered, his voice muffled by his arm that felt like lead.

“Yes, you can,” the man said firmly. “Get up!”

“I…” Bodhi shifted around until his weight was on his hands and knees, his body shaking from the memory of Bor Gullet wrapping its tentacles around his limbs, trapping him. “I can’t.”

A sigh could be heard from the cell with the man that spoke first. Another voice tutted him. “Please, Baze, be patient with him,” Chirrut said, “we don’t know what that man did to him.”

“What makes you think that this Imperial pilot won’t rat us out once we escape, Cassian?” Baze asked.

“We’re just going to hope that he doesn’t,” the man, Cassian, replied, “that’s all we can do. Bodhi! You can get up. You have to. Get. Up.”

Bodhi sniffed, his limbs shaking as he crawled towards the wall for support. He slowly lifted himself up, leaning against the cold wall and slowly raised his head to look at Cassian through the metal bars. From his voice, Bodhi assumed that he would be a young man, perhaps around his age. Maybe he was, but Bodhi knew that he was looking straight at a man who had seen death enough times to call them his old friend.

“Bodhi, are you with me?” Cassian pressed.

“I… I don’t think I’m much use. I’m just a cargo pilot,” Bodhi said, shaking his head.

“I don’t care if you’re just a cargo pilot. I’ve worked with boys who only knew how to handle farming tools. But you… Galen Erso trusted you with an important message. What is it?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t see it, but Saw Gurrerra has it, though.”

Cassian exhaled slowly, taking a moment to run scenarios through his head. “If Jyn isn’t here in the cells, she’d most likely be with Saw Gerrerra. He trusts her more. We would just have to see if she finds the message,” he said then grabbed onto the metal bars separating the two cells, “Bodhi, when we do escape, we’re going to need your help in flying off of this planet. Can you do that for us?”

Bodhi met Cassian’s brown eyes that oozed out confidence, as if he was so sure that they will get out of those cells and escape. The longer he stared into his eyes, the more he started to believe that it was possible.

Bodhi took in a deep breath and nodded. “I can fly. I can fly us out,” he said, trying to stand up straighter

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The next day, the guards struggled to drag in a woman into the empty cell on the other side of Cassian. They had enough of her behavior and slammed the butt of their gun to her forehead, knocking her out.

“Jyn!” Cassian shouted, rushing over to the window bars.

The guards whipped around to Cassian, but he didn’t waiver. In fact, he dared them to try and do anything to him. They spat on the ground and went back to their post, not wanting to waste their time teaching him a lesson.

Cassian saw Jyn stir, a groan escaping her lips. “Jyn,” he called out again, pressing his face against the bars. “Jyn!”

Jyn shuffled around, struggling to sit up on her own. She shifted until she was leaning against the wall opposite of Cassian, her fingers gently touching the area where she got hit. She pulled her hand back and grimaced at the blood. She looked up at Cassian’s hopeful eyes and sighed.

“Well?” he asked.

“I saw the message right before he took it away,” Jyn said.

“And?”

“And, Cassian, it’s too late. Someone must have tipped the Empire off because they got word of stormtroopers in the area.” 

Cassian cursed, pacing around in his cell with a frown. Bodhi’s eyes widened at her words, his heart racing at the idea of being trapped there when the Empire storms through Gerrera’s hideout. Would they kill them on sight? Take them as prisoners and torture them?

“Hey, Bodhi,” Cassian said softly.

Bodhi looked up from his curled position on the floor. He blinked at him with his round eyes, feeling hope seep away from him as the ruckus outside began. They weren’t prepared and they tried everything to break the bars open. They were stuck until the stormtroopers find them.

“We can still make it out of here,” Cassian said.

Bodhi shook his head. “I don’t know anymore…”

“All is as the force wills it,” Chirrut assured them calmly.

“Enough with that force talk, Chirrut, we have to do something,” Baze snapped.

They guards began to yell, blasters going wild in the other rooms. Heavy footsteps made their rounds in each room of the hideout, until two stormtroopers made their way into the cell area. They looked at each other and nodded, taking out a metal rod each and turned them on, electric sparks flying off of them.

“You stay away!” Baze shouted as a stormtrooper approached.

Three more stormtroopers came in, taking a prisoner each. Bodhi watched helplessly as they began to tase Baze, then Chirrut, then Jyn, and then, as Cassian met his eyes, he was dragged out of his cell and tased as well.

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Bodhi woke up in yet another cell. It was disorienting. The first few days of captivity, Bodhi foolishly believed that he was free, that that dirt and metal cell was all a dream, only to wake up and face reality. This time was different. It looked different, it felt different, and even smelled different, but it was still captivity. At least they had beds, but this time, they were in glass cells where they could see each other, their cells forming an octagon shape.

“Where are we?” Bodhi moaned, swinging his legs off of the stiff bed.

He lifted his head and saw the other captives. Cassian was sitting on his bed, his head hanging low while Jyn was restlessly pacing around. Chirrut was sitting cross-legged on his bed with his eyes closed as Baze sat on the floor looking at everyone.

“We’re in an Imperial ship,” Cassian said, running a hand through his hair. “How are you feeling?”

“Terrified? Sore? Hopeless?” Bodhi listed off.

“No, never give up hope,” Cassian began before Jyn cut him off.

“Enough with that, Cassian,” she snapped, “Does your precious rebellion know how to find us? Did they teach you how to break out of highly secured prisons? No, right?”

“The rebellion is built on hope. Without it, we’re lost.”

“And that’s what we are. Lost. Trapped.” Jyn walked over to the glass wall that separated her and Cassian and hissed, “Hopeless.”

Bodhi shook his head, unable to look beyond the bright lights held above their cells, darkness surrounding them both literally and figuratively. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to see what was there. There was something in him that sensed this void of… something. Light. And it’s trying to pull him in, let him succumb to his fears. It was a horrible feeling. Here they were, trapped in glass cages, yet exposed for everyone else to see. Like animals.

“Why glass cages, though?” Bodhi asked, turning around to face Cassian. “Surely, we would be put in a proper prison hold or interrogation room.”

“Don’t give them ideas,” Baze said gruffly.

“Bodhi’s right,” Cassian said, standing up to analyze the room, “There must be something that they want.”

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Days passed and still nothing. Stormtroopers would rotate, leaving water and some kind of dry food for the five of them, before leaving straight away. When one of them had to relieve themselves, two stormtroopers would follow them to the fresher, making sure they don’t see anything crucial on the way back and forth from the cages.

With nothing to do, the five of them talked, being careful of being too specific, telling each other about themselves. They sat in the corner of their cells so they could face each other. Chirrut and Baze were guardians of a monastery that were in ruins when the Empire took over Jedha. Jyn was the daughter of Galen Erso, the man that created the Deathstar and sent Bodhi on the mission to deliver the message. Cassian was a captain that specialized in espionage in the rebellion, often accompanied by a reprogrammed Imperial droid who he lost contact with when he got captured.

“And what about you, Bodhi?” Jyn asked.

“Nothing much to say,” he said, ducking his head. He automatically reached for his goggles as his usual nervous habit, but he remembered that they took that away from him. “I became a cargo pilot for the Empire to support my family and see the stars… I really miss the stars right now. Anyways, Galen, your father, helped me defect, giving me a message to deliver and help the Rebel Alliance. I don’t know if that will happen now… Sorry for bringing the mood down.”

“There is no need to apologize, Bodhi. The force has plans for you. I can feel it,” Chirrut said with a small smile. From then on, a camaraderie was formed.

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A few days later, the large door hissed open, a heavy presence entering the room. The others stiffened, slowly parting away. Bodhi shivered, feeling this weight pressing down on his body. Heavy breathing through a voice modifier could be heard circling the cells along with his heavy boots. It was unmistakably and horrifyingly Darth Vader.  

“One of you,” Darth Vader rumbled, “holds promise of wielding the force. I intend to find out.”

“That’s why you have us in here?” Jyn spoke up, raising her chin. “Because you can’t tell who’s a Jedi?”

Darth Vader walked over to her cell. Even Jyn couldn’t help but take a step back. “Foolish girl, you don’t need to be a Jedi to be force sensitive. All of you radiate the force within you, but one of you is the strongest. When I find out who, I intend to teach them the way the force should be wielded using the dark side.”

He circled the cells again, then stopped in front of Bodhi’s cell. Bodhi stumbled back, his hands reaching out behind him to steady himself against the glass wall.

“It’s okay. Stay calm,” Cassian whispered behind him.

Bodhi turned his head, seeing Cassian’s face only centimeters away. If the glass was gone, he would be able to feel the heat radiating off of him, his breath against his face, and he would be able to grab his hand for support. For now, all he could do was press his palm against the glass and look into his eyes. Cassian tried to maintain a calm demeanor, pressing his own palm over Bodhi’s on the other side of the glass.

“If you come willingly, your friends will not be harmed,” Darth Vader bargained, a gloved hand held out, lowering the wall that caged Bodhi in using the force.

Bodhi shook in fear, pressing his palms so hard against the glass that he thought the wall was breaking under his touch. He didn’t know why the Sith Lord thought that it was him that had the force. Not once did he used it, or at least he thinks he hadn’t used it.

He heard Cassian gasped. “Bodhi,” he whispered.

“What?”

“You stay away from him!” Jyn shouted at Darth Vader.

He raised a hand and force-choked her. “Silence, girl.”

Bodhi’s eyes darted between Darth Vader and Jyn as she struggled to breathe, her hands clawing at nothing at her throat. His heartbeat was thrumming in his ears, blocking out the sound of cracking behind him.

“Let her go!” Baze began to shout, pounding on the wall.

“Come with me, Bodhi Rook, and I will let your friends go,” Darth Vader repeated, extending his other hand out towards him. “Or I shall grab you by force and execute your friends.”

Cassian backed away slowly, watching Bodhi as he shook until his hands tightened into fists. “Let them go!” Bodhi yelled, louder than anything the others had heard from him, the glass walls shuttering from an unknown force.

“Bodhi?” Cassian called out, sensing a brewing energy around him.

“I will not go with you!”

The glass shattered around them, a force sending Darth Vader back. Bodhi stumbled from the sudden outburst as he tried to catch his breath. Baze quickly grabbed Chirrut and guided him away while Cassian rushed to check on Jyn as she collapsed to the floor. She took a moment to regain her breath before shouting, “Let’s go!”

“We don’t know the ship’s layout,” Cassian reminded her, fearing they won’t reach the ship in time.

“I thought rebellions were built on hope. Just use the force,” Jyn said, using Cassian to lift herself up.

“I don’t think the force works like that. Bodhi, let’s go!”

“Right,” Bodhi said, snapping out of his daze.

They rushed out of the room and was met by endless identical corridors. They tried to use logic, thinking of where the cargo hold would be on a ship like this. Stormtroopers would come out from around the corner, but with Bodhi’s newly discovered powers, they were force-pushed away.

From sheer luck, they were able to find the cargo hold, making a beeline towards a cargo ship left from a recent shipment. Bodhi let his friends go ahead first, his new power giving him strength and confidence that he never knew he had, as he turned to face the incoming swarm of stormtroopers.

They loaded onto the cargo ship and got the engines running. Cassian rushed out, looking for Bodhi with wide eyes. “Bodhi, let’s go!” he shouted.

“Go ahead, I’ll hold them off,” Bodhi said, pushing a group back.

“Are you kiffin’ crazy?”

“Please, Cassian, go.”

Cassian growled, hitting the side of the ship before taking over the controls. He lifted the ramp and readied for flight, his mind kept going back to Bodhi. The pilot had been this scared and timid man that didn’t believe he was of any value to the rebellion. To Cassian, there was no such thing of no value as long as they dedicate themselves to the cause. Bodhi was a kind man that worked with the Empire to survive. To think he had this much power dormant within him. But no matter how powerful Bodhi may be, Cassian still wants to protect him.

“Cassian, what are you doing? Bodhi’s back there,” Jyn said.

“I know, Jyn! Don’t you think I want to be down there with him?” Cassian snapped, glaring at her. Jyn pursed her lips, knowing he wasn’t angry at her, but the situation. Cassian sighed. “He wanted us to go ahead. I’m sure he’ll catch up soon.”

The team managed to gain a good distance between them and the main ship when TIE-fighters appeared behind them. Cassian cursed, speeding up the ship and finding a way to lose them. If the TIE-fighters were after them, then what happened to Bodhi? The ship rattled, the TIE-fighters gradually gaining up on them as the cargo ship took another hit.

-

Bodhi managed to break away from the stormtroopers and steal one of their ships, taking the TIE-fighters down as he went. From the condition of the cargo ship, he knew they would have to land somewhere to make it. With more stormtroopers honing in, Bodhi could not follow, only hold the TIE-fighters off until they were at a safe distance.

Flying a TIE-fighter came almost naturally to Bodhi, making him wonder if he would be better in an X-Wing. He fought until they stopped coming, the main ship giving up, not wanting to waste any more time. Bodhi knew it was just the beginning.

-

“This is why I need you guys,” Bodhi said, standing in front of a group of rebels, safe at a rebel base, “I need you guys to help me get back to them.”

Princess Leia looked over at her brother and her friends, then nodded. “You brought us the message that could help take down the Deathstar. It’s the least we could do in return,” she said.

“Draven doesn’t want us to be going on these kinds of missions,” Shara reminded her.

“Then we’ll go rogue,” she said with a shrug.

“Well, that’s more of my language,” Han said, smirking.

“We’re not using the pile of garbage.”

“Whoa, wait-”

“Alright then. Rogue One it is,” Bodhi said, adjusting his new goggles on top of his head.

[awkwardpines-a]

Hey all.

It’s that time of year again, where everyone scrambles to squeeze every last bit of sentimentality out of an otherwise cosmically insignificant completion of the terrestrial rotation cycle. Still, in my thirst for attention and loneliness, I figured I’d be remiss were I not to join in on the festivities myself, especially considering my recent participation in the very same thing on another account. So, in the spirit of celebrating the constant rotation of our planet around the sun, here’s a list of people whose presence I tolerate more than others’ on this website, organized alphabetically for your convenience!

@captivatinginnocence​ - It seems fitting that you’re the first on the list, since you were the first person I talked to about RPing, the person who inspired me to make this blog, and the one who continues to motivate me to this day with her dedication and fascinatingly accurate portrayal of Mabel, as well as consistently entertaining and intriguing conversations OOC. I owe so, so much to you, Diana, and can confidently say I wouldn’t be here without you or your blog. Thank you.

@dexendens​ - There seems to be a trend developing in this list. You, too, were among the very first RPers that I talked to, and you helped me set up my blog, as well as teaching me the basics of Tumblr etiquette and courtesy. Clearly, those paid off, and here we are, both equally questionably active! In the process, though, I made an awesome and interesting friend, and met a writer who I’d gladly recommend to anyone looking for a Pacifica. Thank you, too.

@flannelandchill​ - Ah yes, finally, a (relatively) fresh face! With the sad lack of people RPing everyone’s favorite ginger lumberjack, it was such a surprise - and delight - to see you pop up some seven months ago! Ever since then, I’ve admired your take on Wendy,your dedication to her character and family (Manly Dan’s my favorite), as well as enjoyed the conversations we have, rare as they may be. Clearly, you’re a wonderful writer and friend, and I hope we get to talk more soon.

@goldendorito - It’s weird to think that I’ve known you for years, when in reality, it’s been less than one, but that’s just how it is with you, I guess. We talk nearly every day, and discuss everything from gender politics to the quality of Steven Universe memes, and your constant presence has made a tremendous difference in my life - and I can only hope I’ve done the same for you. Of course, none of this would’ve happened had I not adored your writing too. Honestly, you’re such a role model for me.

@grunkle-stud​ - There has never been someone to so accurately capture the essence of Stanley Pines as Bonesy - both IC and OOC. On multiple occasions, I’ve legitimately seen a post on their blog, and thought to myself, “this is a canon quote, right?” only to find that it was not. From the angsty AF AUs to just general Stan assholery hiding a heart of gold, I can’t express how on-point your Stan is. You’ve taught me so much, and I’m proud to be a part of the Peach Wrangler’s big happy family.

@llamanorthwest - Tots, you’re one of the few blogs on this list that’s younger than I am, and I have to say that it’s been a pleasure to watch you grow, learn, and improve as a writer, and, more recently, as a person. From the group chat to the dash, it’s been a constant pleasure to see you around, whether you’re being sweet as sugar or salty as the ocean. It’s a real shame that we haven’t been able to interact as much as I’d like yet (it’s my fault), and I hope to remedy that in the near future.

@pine-dexter​ - Ah yes, Jenn: another very close friend, who has represented so many things at different points in my RP career. From an idol, to a mentor, to a shoulder to cry on, to equals and sharers in everything from memes to salt. I’d compare our relationship to Dipper and Ford’s from our personal headcanons, especially considering how our conversations tend to seamlessly shift from IC to OOC on the regular,  but that feels a bit on the nose. Regardless, you’re the best.

@pirelien - When first making my blog, my original goal was not to become shipping trash. Sure, I would be open to ideas and exploring relationships if they came up naturally, but it wasn’t my prime directive. Then I met this Pacifica blog and that all changed. For some reason, our muses really clicked for me, and I was filled with the urge to make our muses kiss, to which you happily obliged. In doing so, though, I met a delightful, friendly person, and I’ll never regret sending that first meme. 

@rethink-everything - And here we have the other person who successfully dragged right down into the depths of ship hell. I didn’t even mean to do so, at first. I just wanted to interact with a cool as hell Wendy. But then, things just... developed, and I found my muse’s feelings for Wendy bubbling up again, and I knew it had to be done. Months later, and here we still are, obsessing over our two eggs ‘til the very end. It was a pleasure to meet you, and I look forward to making an omelet soon ;)

@starrypsychic - Andy, or Lando, you’re quite honestly one of the sweetest people I’ve ever met, and I think you have a real talent for building characters. What I mean by that is that you somehow managed to take a widely popular character among the fandom, whose portrayal I tend not to find too interesting in the first place, and make him your own. You made him funny and depressing and realistic and relatable*, and in the process made me fall in love with him (and you).

@sparklesandstarsandstuff​ - My twin! We might as well be family, we’ve been close friends for so long, and I’ve loved every second of it. From unconditional love and support, to fun times memeing and watching shows together, you’re honestly everything I’d hope for in a sibling. I know we sometimes fall out of contact for a while, and that’s entirely my fault, but you’re always right there when I come back, ready to love me with open arms. Can’t express how thankful I am for you, twin.

@wetheremnants​ - I know you from your original Bill blog, and then followed you to your Bucky, and then was elated when I saw that you were remaking Bill not too long ago. I did notice, though, that a couple of things have remained consistent across all three blogs - your excellent writing, and of course, the generous, amazing mun. You’re someone I look up to and admire, and it always disheartens me to see you down on yourself, since your writing possesses quality I can attest to.

@widdleolgideongleeful​ - To round off the list for the year, we’ve got yet another familiar face, someone I looked up to before my RP days, and someone who’s taught me a lot about how to create and write interesting, good characters.This person’s dedication to their character was an inspiration, and contributed a lot to how I write my own Dipper. A hilarious, intelligent, and supportive friend, Booboo is someone I owe a lot of who I am today, at least in the context of Tumblr, to.

And with that, we should be just about wrapping things up! Thanks for sticking with me through my inactivity, y’all! As a resolution, I’ve decided to really motivate myself to come on here more and give people the attention they deserve. I hope you all have a prosperous year moving on, and considering how absolutely 2016 was overall for most of us, it shouldn’t be too hard a record to beat.