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cravingsfromatwistedone · 8 months ago

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Hi, there! :D 🌼

First of all I must say that your blog was one of the first blogs that I discovered and read when I just entered the TWST fandom and I must say that I thought your fics and drawings were great. So seeing that this blog was taking requests again made me excited as you have no ideas. So I won't waste my shot, I'll try to make a request here (I hope I do it right)

Reader: Female. Type: Headcanon or Fic (Romantic). Scenary: Inspired by the fic of the first year boys simping the reader. In this scenario, a boy from another class slowly becomes so close to the reader that he decides to ask her out. She innocently accepted without knowing that the boy wanted to steal a kiss from her on that date. But the first-year boys won't stand by, they'll spy on her date.

I think it would be good angst and comedy material. xD But well that would be my request, if my request does not convince you you can discard it without problems but if not take your time and without pressure. Thank you so much💐💕

LET'S GET SUPER MEAN ! [ HEADCANONS / FLUFF ]

AUTHOR'S NOTE: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING DARLING! THE WAY YOU REQUESTED IS CORRECT SO NO NEED TO FRET! IT'S SUPER SPECIFIC SO IT HELPS WITH MY WRITING! HOPEFULLY, THIS COMES OUT JUST AS HOW YOU WANTED IT! ENJOY READING, DARLING! TW: NONE! NRC FRESHMEN X FEM! READER

╭───────────────── ╰──➤(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ FLUFF ♥

┊❥ First things first, they, the five of them, are a literal mess. The first person to spread the news to the other four was Ace. The redhead caught a glimpse of you talking to another student who seemed way too giddy for his own. Of course, he had to stay and listen in to the conversation; who knows what trouble you've dug yourself into

┊❥ Ace's jaws turned slack right at the moment you happily accept the date, the other student gleefully thanking you before walking off. Did he heard that right? You're going on a date? With some rando that he or the others didn't even know about? 'This won't do, this can't happen!' is what runs in Ace's head as he scampers back to tell the others

┊❥ The redhead is out of breath the moment he arrives at the designated spot after having call the others on his phone while running. The moment they picked up the phone, he just shouts 'NO TIME TO EXPLAIN! JUST COME OVER! IT'S AN EMERGENCY!!' and hangs up. The desperation and urgency present in his voice is what convinced the others to get moving to the regular hangout

┊❥ Once the five of them had gathered, Jack and Epel had to repeatedly ask Ace to slow down because of how fast he was trying to explain the situation of you going on a date with some guy; the redhead choking on his own spit and breath from watching the incident unfold an hour ago

┊❥ It was only after that Ace (finally taking the time to explain word by word) explained, the other four faces' were drained of colour. Deuce is panicking, Epel is furious, Jack is in denial and Sebek has half the mind to scare off the other guy (or more like, lecture the guy's ears off until he decides to leave you hanging on the said date)

┊❥ They settled on the idea of spying on your date is much more preferable than having to maul the guy alive (there's a chance that you might be upset at them for interfering with your romantic life) so with courage and jealousy in hand, the five of them sought out to set the plan in motion

┊❥ Your date with the close classmate of yours was in the greenhouse, right after the bell for lunch had rung too. The bastard really had to pick such a time because he knew that there weren't that much students hanging around outside of campus in fear of food running out. Luckily, the gang waited and hid among the plants, their eyes following your every move as the both you chat up a storm

┊❥ Sure, they agreed on not interfering with your date but they didn't say anything about one of them sabotaging just a little bit (newsflash, they all lent a hand in sabotaging the date without realizing. Dumbasses.) When the guy wasn't looking, Ace would purposely stick out his feet so the guy would fall head first on to the soil-oh wait, he didn't fell into soil, he fell face first into chicken fertilizer!

┊❥ The male student wretched in disgust when bits of it accumulated in his mouth, feeling embarrassed under your apologetic gaze as you offered up your hand for him. If you listened closely enough, you can hear Epel snickering in one of the bushes nearby. Hoo boy, it gets even worse from there. Jack would make you split up with guy just so Sebek could turn on a dirty water tank on the student, the brown stained water coating him from head to toe

┊❥ The final nail on the coffin was when Deuce made one of the pots break directly on the guy's head (No life threatening injuries, don't worry!), leaving a painful bruise appearing on the centre of his hair. After having to fall flat and even tasting chicken fertilizer, his pristine uniform stained with smelly water and a lump forming on his skull, the male student just had enough; abruptly telling you that he's had enough of the date and storming off without even batting an eye to your confused state

┊❥ Looks like they scored this one, fellas! Don't worry, they'll slip away from the greenhouse and act too smug for their own good while simultaneously trying to play off that they're oblivious to what transpired during the date ! The five of them are likely to do jabs at the poor sod aloud from time to time in the next classes they're in

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bethdutten · 2 years ago

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the ending i learned to love

summary: One of these days, he’ll get it right and he’ll see it through, one way or the other.

warnings: suicidal thoughts, self-harm, angst but with a happy ending!

a/n: this had no business being this depressing im sorry

Bucky survived everything, more than anyone should conceivably be forced to survive, but he wasn’t sure if he could survive himself.

He wished he could stop punishing himself. Could feel like it was enough. Sometimes he thinks he should stop calling himself a survivor; because, did he? Did he survive, if he still feels like this?

It was a regular November night when he met you. It also happened to be the night he had decided to finally commit to either living or dying. He couldn’t keep existing in this in-between place-- feeling like a man who should be dead, living anyway without actually wanting to.

He told Steve he was going for a walk, headed out towards Central Park, which was exactly the same and completely different than he remembered. He walked with his hands in his pockets, head down, going over the pros and cons of killing himself like he did every night, when a loud bark pulled him out of his thoughts.

It was the only warning he got before a large mass of fur knocked into him, jumping right up on his chest before he had a chance to dodge out of the way. He swore, right hand stuck in his pocket as he struggled to catch his fall. There was a thin layer of ice on the ground from an early rain that froze in the cold November temperature, and he just barely managed to get his left hand out to brace his fall, completely forgetting he’d forgotten his gloves.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”

A voice called out from in front of him, a figure in a black coat holding a leash grabbing on to the dog before it could lunge at Bucky again. Bucky grimaced, clenching his fist against the ground, ready to snap at the irresponsible owner of the dog as he looked up and--

You held out your hand, eyes full of worry. “Are you okay? She never does this, I don’t know what got into her.”

Bucky blinked, watching your gaze flicker down to his metal hand when he hesitated. But you didn’t pull your own hand away, and he carefully took it, mindful not to grasp too tightly as he pulled himself up.

Your hand lingered in his for a second too long, sliding up his wrist to squeeze his forearm. “Sure you’re okay?”

He didn’t know what the hell was going on. He can’t remember the last time someone treated him like he was... normal. Before the war, at least. If it wasn’t the obvious aversion to his arm, it was his murderous facial expressions that tended to scare people off. He cleared his throat, shaking his head.”Um. Yeah. Uh-- I’m fine.”

You gave him a tentative smile, hand dropping from his arm. “She always walks right beside me without a leash, I don’t know why she jumped on you. You don’t happen to be carrying any dog treats on you?”

Bucky felt himself softly smiling back. “No, more of a cat person.”

“You seem like it.”

He tucked his hands back in his pockets, shrugging. “Are you saying I seem unnecessarily cruel and independent unless hungry?”

You laughed, and the sound made Bucky’s cheeks warm. It was a sound he instantly wanted to hear more of. “A bit? Is this your way of fishing for a dinner date?”

“Oh, uh, no. No, I just--” Bucky looked down, flustered and cursing himself for how lame he sounded. He used to be good at this-- but that was a different lifetime.

But you just knocked your shoulder against his, putting him at ease, again treating his left arm like it was no different from his flesh and blood arm. You grinned. “I’m kidding. Although, my dog did just maul you to the ground, the least I could do was buy you some food. Or a coffee?”

Bucky looked up, your cute head tilt and slight blush confirming that you were, in fact, asking him out.

Just a minute ago, he was contemplating whether Christmas was a pro or a con to be alive for, and here he had a gorgeous girl holding his metal hand like it was nothing and asking him for coffee. Later, he would tell you how close he was to picking death, and how you literally saved his life. Now, he just gave you a smile, a real smile, one he hadn’t had a reason to use in years, and said,

“I’d love that.”

---

That was two years ago. Now, Bucky lived in Brooklyn with you and your dog and Alpine (who reluctantly shared her home with you both if only to appease the man who fed her). And he still wasn’t quite sure if he was strong enough to survive himself.

Because he had everything, he had you. And he was still sitting on the bathroom floor, blood dripping down his shoulder from where he was clawing at where metal met flesh, and wished he no longer existed. Bucky thought of all the violence he has inflicted in his life, none has been as violent as what he has done to himself. Because it had to be, right? How else could it make up for all he did?

You came home from work, letting the dog out and feeding Alpine, going through your usual routine. Bucky had been on an assignment with Natasha and Steve all week, and he usually called before he came home. You were just about to text him and ask how it was going when you noticed the light coming from under the bathroom door.

“Buck? Are you home? Why didn’t you--” you pushed open the door, freezing as you took in the sight beside you. Bucky looked up at you with fear in his eyes, red-rimmed and wet with tears, his right hand shooting up to cover his shoulder. But the blood had trinkled down his chest and caked in his nails-- you knew immediately what he'd been doing.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, dropping to your knees and grabbing his hand, pulling it away from his shoulder to see the damage. It was bad, but at least he didn’t take a knife to it like that time a year ago. You met his eyes, sighing. “Baby, why didn’t you call me?”

“Don’t, please,” he choked out, watching you lean over to grab the first aid kit under the sink and rifling through it for the bandages and antiseptic.

You ignored him, pouring the liquid over his shoulder to get a better look at the injuries without all the blood. There were a few gouges that were still bleeding, but most of it was surface damage. You pulled off your shirt, shaking your head when Bucky whined as you struggled to pull him up.

“Come on, in the shower.”

“No, just leave me--”

“I’m never leaving you!” you snapped, looking him dead in the eye and steeling yourself for a fight. Sometimes it was like this-- arguing over whether to let him suffer alone or let you help, like you could ever just leave him like this. Like you ever stopped thinking about him, could stop loving him. Like you could live without him.

Bucky gave a huff of defeat, letting you pull him to his feet and undressing him the rest of the way, carefully leading him into the shower before following him in. You ran the water as hot as you both could handle, standing under the spray as it washed the blood down his chest and circled pink around the drain.

You wrapped your arms around him, letting him tuck his face into your neck and cry, and stood there until the water ran cold.

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Afterwards, once you’d washed his hair, bandaged up his shoulder and set him up in bed with a movie, you cuddled up against his left side, pressing soft kisses to the skin above the bandage.

“I wish I could have met you when I was whole.”

Bucky said it so softly, so broken, you squeezed your eyes shut to hold back the flood of pain that brought tears to your eyes. You wished you could take all his hurt into you.

“Bucky,” you hushed, leaning up to meet his eyes, resting your hand on his face to make sure he was paying attention. “You have always been whole to me. And I love you.”

It wasn’t the first time you’d said it, but he still acted like it was. He stared back at you, frowning as he searched your face for a lie, and found none. “Really?”

You nodded, kissing him softly. “I love you.” You pulled back and smiled against his lips. “I love you.” Kissing him again, you whispered, “I love you—“ yelping when he swiftly rolled you onto your back and hovered above you, laughing. You grinned at the beautiful smile on his face; he was incredible, unbelievable. You didn’t understand how you got so lucky.

“I love you.” Bucky kissed you slowly, metal arm holding himself above you as his other hand trailed down your body, hips grinding down against yours. You moaned, back arching to press as much skin to his as possible.

“Bucky,” you panted, raking your nails down his back, avoiding his shoulder. “Need you.”

“My turn to make you feel better.”

—-

It was his birthday. Every year was a reminder of how he wasn’t supposed to be here. A bonus year, he called it. Usually hoping it would be his last.

This one was different. This year, he started to plan for the future; something he never really did until he met you. You asked him what he wanted to do for his birthday, and he said he wanted something lowkey. Just his closest friends, the ones who were like family, and you.

You said you’d book a table at your favorite rooftop bar in Manhattan, just a casual thing.

Bucky should have known you’d invite half of the city, instead.

He feigned a smile and tried not to flinch when they jumped out in surprise, Steve at least having the sense to look guilty.

“She planned it, man. Didn’t want you to think we didn’t all love you.”

Bucky just rolled his eyes and slung his arm around your shoulder, already resigned to the night being ruined. But he kissed you sweetly and murmured, “Thank you, babe. I love it.”

“Everyone here is so happy they get you in their life,” you whispered back, resting your forehead against his as you sighed. “Especially me. I can’t wait to celebrate a million more of these.”

Bucky laughed, shaking his head. “God, this serum might just make that possible.”

“If only I’d be so lucky,” you grinned, dragging him along to a table near the edge of the rooftop. “Come here, I have someone I want you to meet.”

“Oh?” There was a group of people gathered away from the crowd, a man at the center of it laughing. Bucky froze, yanking you back by the hand. “Wait. Is that… you didn’t.”

You shrugged, biting back a smirk. “I did.”

A cousin’s friend’s friend happened to know the publicist for Keith Richards, who was in the city with the Stones for a show later that week. They were Bucky’s favorite band, and he was convinced Keith must have gotten some version of the serum to survive the 80s.

He snapped out of it, turning to you with a huge smile on his face. “I love you.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Go on, fangirl with your favorite person. Happy birthday, baby.”

Bucky shook his head, cupping your face and kissing you hard. You licked into his mouth, moaning softly before remembering where you were, pulling away and feeling yourself blush.

He grinned, kissing you again quickly. “You’re my favorite person. Best gift ever.” He turned and headed towards the group surrounding the rock star, and you made sure no one bothered them for the rest of the night. And you were only slightly jealous.

You didn’t get back home until after 3AM, Bucky going on and on about his conversation with Keith in the cab. You grinned, sitting down on the bed as you slipped off your jacket and dress, leaving them in a pile on the floor to deal with tomorrow.

“So the night was good?”

Bucky sighed, collapsing down beside you. “No, actually. You kinda ruined my birthday.”

You frowned, leaning over and brushing a piece of hair from his temple. “I know you wanted something small, but I thought inviting Keith Richards would be more special—“

“But it was supposed to be just you, me, and our close friends where we went on our first date, so I could ask you something I’ve been preparing for for months,” he explained nonchalantly, reaching into the pocket of his jeans and pulling out a ring.

You felt your heart drop, staring at the diamond ring in his hand as Bucky slowly slid off the bed and onto one knee, taking your hand. “And now you’re making me do this at 3AM the morning after my birthday, in my stupid bedroom, nothing special at all—“

“James Buchanan Barnes, shut the fuck up,” your whispered, hands shaking as Bucky gave them a squeeze and smiled softly at you, holding up the ring.

“Fine, but one more thing. Will you marry me?”

You felt your vision get blurry, every moment in your relationship replaying in your mind— the first day your met, when he’d been walking in the park deciding whether he should live or die; every night you woke up from his nightmares, holding him until he could breathe again; all the times he tried to hurt himself, all the nights you whispered how much you cared about each other, every time he made you laugh until it hurt and he made love to you like he was worshipping you.

But he was still healing. Every day was a fight against himself. And someday you feared you wouldn’t be there in time. You couldn’t lose him, not as a best friend, not as a boyfriend, not as a husband. “Buck,” you started, voice cracking with emotion. “Promise me. This is for forever, right?”

There was a look in his eye like he knew exactly what you were thinking; and he probably did. He was so good at reading you. It’s why he never doubted your love for him, even if he doubted how much he deserved it every day. But he didn’t take this lightly— truth be told, he’d thought about this from the first month he met you. And he wouldn’t have asked you if he didn’t know it was more than a marriage proposal.

It was him finally deciding once and for all, to live.

“Listen. I love you now. I’m with you now. I’ll do my best, moment to moment, to be here now. That’s all I can promise. That’s all I have.”

You let out a watery laugh, smiling. “That’s all I ever wanted.”

Bucky held out the ring again, a worried smile of his own on his face. “So, will you be my wife?”

And despite giving him the best birthday and the worst proposal, he wouldn’t have changed a single thing when you said yes.

#bucky #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes imagine #bucky fic #bucky x you #james bucky barnes #bucky fanfic

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fraudulent-cheese · 6 months ago

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Do you think they made Dave a bit of a straw man near the end of Pahkitew? Like it always felt to me they needed someone to use as a hate buffer you know since they couldn't use any of the antagonists they had already made. And this is coming from someone who likes Dave. He was just a pathetic guy who had some charm to him if explored and used them correctly but in the end he was... Mauled by a robotic bear? The punish may fit the crime, the culprit sure doesn't.

-Pahkitew anon

Total Drama in general has a problem with over punishing it's antagonistic characters in general. I mean, Heather's head getting shaved off is fine imo? It's harsh, but also a punishment in line with her character; if her hair's the hottest thing about her, taking it is a fitting punishment (again. Really fucking harsh). Same with Justin's downfall, caused by him actually liking a girl instead of just charming one. I haven't watched the ending of Action so i can't say anything for how Courtney's elimination is treated.

However, as the series went on, the antagonist punishments started going... way too far. I think the writers just thought that making Ezekiel a weird creature was funny and the volcano erupting would've made for a dramatic finale, but making Alejandro both get burnt alive by it and then stuffing him in a robot suit for over a year is just overboard. Same thing with Scott in ROTI; the trauma chair's implications just get worse the more you think about it - at least Alejandro could speak in the machine at first!

I won't cover the Reboot in this context, but i will cover PI: mostly because this season seemingly has 2-3 antagonists, and most don't carry the plot. Scarlett's an actual antagonistic force for a single episode and doesn't get any punishment on screen outside of elimination (and being sent with Max). Sugar is who im pretty sure the writters wanted to treat as an antagonist? But she doesn't feel like an overarching vilain since she's mostly just doing her own thing all season and the show's just... really mean to her? The narrative repeatedly treats her as unattractive, annoying and dismisses her abilities (specifically in singing) when she's like. Fine. in those aspects. She's also not the smartest, but knows how to use the rules to her advantage (see Ella's elimination, probably the worst thing she does all season)

Getting to the actual topic of your ask now, Dave's heel turn to murder just... feels a little off. Oh sure if the writing insisted on the conditions on the island wearing him down and having Sky be the only positive connection he had (especially considering his attitude towards relationships), having it torn down like this could make it work? At least a little better? But by the episode he's eliminated in he seems to be doing ok.

In general the finale just seems to exacerbate Dave's worst traits for either comedy reasons or plot reasons (pre and post Sky-has-a-boyfriend reveal), but i could personally excuse it if his reaction was more akin to one he'd have before. He would not have reacted well to the reveal, hell him trying to stop Sky from winning could've worked but like??? Not like this man! Im not asking the Total Drama teenager to have a reasonnable reaction, im asking the Total Drama Writters to stick with the character they wrote, and frankly it would be funnier if he failed miserably in trying to get back at Sky or something. Out of all the seasons i feel like either TDAS or TDPI should've ended with the contestants fighting back against Chris instead of the actual endings we got.

Also, as a final clarification: Dave wasn't mauled by a bear (onscreen), Scuba bear was just standing behind him as the entire season ended. I guess my big problem is that he gets consequences for his actions during a single episode and not actions from over the course of the entire season; frankly Sky rejecting him is enough consequences, the dude's pathetic and didn't listen to her 'but', multiple times.

#Mozzaskrella #cheese posting #pahkitew anon #tdpi #td dave #td sugar #td scarlett #tagging characters in order of relevance to this post #td heather #td alejandro #td ezekiel #cheese opinions

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transitranger327 · 3 months ago

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Sundari Twilight, Chapter 2: The Eminent Ones

Day 7: What If?

Barriss’s quest to help the Galaxy outside the war lead her to discover Duchess Satine Kryze’s desperate transmission. Ahsoka decides to use her history with Mandalore to help out. They journey there with an Obi-Wan who is not in his usual state of mind.

Notes: This chapter specifically was written for @sapphicahsokatanoweek 2024, but the whole fic really does fit “What if…Ahsoka and Barriss went with Obi-Wan to Mandalore?” If anyone wants to make fanart of the outfits I describe, please tag me when you post it! This is sort of a mirror version of “Kenobi’s Shadow” by Greg van Eekhout (Obi-Wan’s pov during “The Lawless”) More notes can be found at the end, below the cut

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“Brother, how can you be sure?” Savage had never found the same deep connection to the Force that his brother had. “The galaxy is filled with quadrillions of beings making choices that affect the future.”

“No, no, no, there are very few beings alive that can affect my old master’s grand design.” He had never felt a disturbance like this before. The visions Maul had were now playing out differently than before. “We must be cautious, my apprentice. Our plans with Death Watch and the Crime Families are under a new threat.”

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Two girls were basking in each other’s warmth. One, newly knighted and unsure of her future in the Jedi Order. She was curled up on a bed, resting her head on the chest of the other, a padawan who hasn’t felt unsure of anything since she was resurrected by an avatar of the Force. But they were united in a shared love for doing good in a galaxy that detested it.

The padawan inhaled the sweet scent of her partner’s hair, a mix of fragrant oils and sweat, with the faintest hint of salt from their previous activities. “Did I ever tell you that your hair is beautiful?”

“Only three times every day, Ahsoka.” The knight had thoroughly enjoyed her time with her beloved, and was somewhat saddened knowing the war would conspire to separate them again. “But it makes up for the days I never get to hear it.” She got many compliments from others about her choices in hoods and scarves, but very few people got to see what was underneath.

A computer’s chime pierced the tranquility of their room. Barriss’s slicing program had discovered a new request for aid that could go unnoticed. She kissed Ahsoka’s breast before sliding off of her and into a chair in front of her computer. Ahsoka turned on her side and watched her lover fiddle with the device. “What did you find?”

“A transmission sent the Jedi council, personally. From…Mandalore?” “That’s a bit strange,” Barriss thought, “Why is Mandalore contacting us directly? Surely they could reach out thru the Senate.”

“Put it thru.” It hadn’t been all that long since Ahsoka had last interacted with Mandalorians, so she was curious what was going on.

A blue hologram of the Duchess of Mandalore, on one knee, erupted from the computer’s small holo-projector. “This message is for Obi-Wan Kenobi. I’ve lost Mandalore. My people have been massacred, and Almec is the Prime Minister. There’s no time to explain everything now, but Almec has the support of the crime families”—she looked over her shoulder before continuing—“Obi-Wan, I need your help.” A Death Watch commando with a horned helmet approached her from behind as the transmission ended.

Ahsoka’s resolve steeled. “We’re doing this, we’re going to help Obi-Wan.”

“What do you mean?” Barriss wasn’t quite sure how to follow her partner’s logic.

“I thought it was obvious. The situation on Mandalore is obviously bad. Almec used to be the prime minister before he was the center of a corruption scandal and stripped of his power—a scandal some of my students there exposed.” A small smile crept onto her face, remembering Korkie, Lagos, Soniee, and Amis. “If crime families have aligned with Death Watch to put him back in power, something went very wrong.”

“But why won’t the Republic assist them? Weren’t Death Watch working with the Separatists?”

“Death Watch and Dooku are no longer friendly. The Senate isn’t even helping Republic worlds, let alone a neutral system like Mandalore.” Then Ahsoka began laying out her plan. “The Council is going to show this to Obi-Wan, but they’re not going to be able to help him without Senate authorization. But Obi-Wan’s still going to help, because Satine is personal to him.” She let the unspoken “Like we are to each other” hang in the air. “I’m guessing he’s gonna borrow the Twilight to try and sneak onto Mandalore.”

“I take it that’s where we come in to help?” Barriss was grinning, she was starting to see the pieces fall into place.

“Exactly. We ride along with him to Mandalore. This is a covert mission, but I have contacts there that he doesn’t. We can’t be wearing anything Jedi-related, or anything that looks like what we normally wear.”

“Should we still bring our lightsabers?”

Ahsoka thought for a few beats. “On one hand, they are Jedi items. If we’re caught with them, whatever crime families are running the place will know what’s happening. But, if Death Watch are involved, their leader has a Darksaber, and it would be a bad idea to encounter him without one.”

“Perhaps we carry them inside our disguises. We don’t show them off, but we can still access them if we have to.”

“I love that idea.” She draped her arms over Barriss’s shoulders. “Plan for the best…”

“…Prepare for the worst.” It was a little catchphrase they had developed, their two signature styles. The knight had always favored making plans, while the padawan was ready to change things when circumstances worsened.

The knight leaned in for a kiss from her lover, who always obliged.

—

Obi-Wan Kenobi hated flying. He even considered taking Anakin up on his offer, to come along and fly the Twilight for him. But he couldn’t bring anyone else. Two Jedi would attract too much attention. This was personal. This was something he had to do alone. ”For Satine,” he thought.

As he entered what could generously be described as a bridge, he almost missed R7-A7. Barely registering it, only as a friendly droid. “R7, set the stealthiest course you can out of here.” A few cheerful beeps later, a flight plan popped up on his screen. A low flight to the pass under the flight restrictions, the public airways to blend in on active scans, and a “malfunctioning” transponder to avoid passive detection. None of the Republic Military patrols (which he outranked, ironically) were going to stop him. The sublight engines quietly roared to life, and soon enough he was en route.

After an uneventful hyperspace jump, a distant feeling of dread crept over him. Like the mission was going to fall apart. Quiet doubts began murmuring if he was even doing the right thing. He was experienced enough with his own emotions to not be consumed be them, but the edge he felt while packing was now blunt.

A familiar voice snapped Obi-Wan out of his malaise. “Wow, you really must be preoccupied with Satine.” A Togrutan the same size and build as his student’s student, wearing greasy blue coveralls, had taken the co-pilot’s seat next to him. It took him an embarrassingly long time to realize that, yes, that really is Ahsoka. “R7, did he make any comment about you being here?” A few negative beeps followed, with a bit of what sounded like laughter.

“On the solo mission,” he thought, “that’s why her droid was here.” He slowly put his face into his palm, “Ahsoka, I just told Anakin he couldn’t come with me. And now you show up?”

“Barriss owes me ten credits,” she smirked, “I bet her you wouldn’t notice anything was up until after we left. I knew you would be too focused on your mission.” As she was talking, Barriss Offee—in a white headscarf and a dark purple cloak—approached the co-pilot’s chair and handed her a credit chip.

“You just keep inviting yourself on missions, don’t you.” Obi-Wan recalled the stunt she pulled at the citadel.

“Master, you’re the one who invited yourself on this mission without any official approval,” Ahsoka retorted.

Barriss continued in a Consular voice, “We’re just here to support you in whatever way we can.”

“You wouldn’t understand, this is…deeply personal”

“Wouldn’t we?” Ahsoka’s smirk had softened to genuine care. Obi-Wan looked at the two women in front of him. They had the same look of concern as when Anakin offered to help, trying to understand his personal agenda with his own.

“It’s not just who I would be help, it’s who I’d be fighting. Death Watch…”

“Has affected more than just you!” Righteous anger flashed behind Ahsoka’s eyes; Obi-Wan almost missed it. “You are not the only one of us to be hurt by them. You are not alone, Master!”

With this plea, Obi-Wan relented. “I’m sorry, Ahsoka. I didn’t realize this was personal for you too. I just know they bring out the worst in me and I didn’t want anyone else to be hurt.”

Ahsoka took his hands, which had started trembling with anxiety. “You’re never alone, Obi-Wan.” It was the first time she had used his real name in a long time.

“There are so many people who care for you,” added Barriss, smiling. “Let them help you when you need it.”

After a tender silence, Ahsoka asked, “So Master, what was your plan?”

“I was planning on breaking into whatever prison they’re holding her in, then escaping with her.”

“A simple extraction mission? That could work.”

In contrast to Barriss, Ahsoka had a lot more questions. “How are you planning on landing there? The docks are the only way in or out, and they would be under tight security now.”

“Well, I did bring a Disguise.” Obi-Wan opened his bag and pulled out the helmet of Rako Hardeen. Ahsoka flinched as she remembered when he faked his death.

“And if they ask for a landing permit?”

A smile—“I’ll try the old ‘I left it on the ship’ trick.”

The two younger Jedi started giggling. “Anakin would call that a good trick,” Ahsoka laughed, “but I’m surprised you would call it a plan.”

“I suppose he does have an influence on me. What would you suggest?”

“You know I taught at the Royal Academy,” Ahsoka started revealing her plan. “I still have contacts, and Barriss and I can convincingly fake the landing paperwork.”

“And your disguises?”

“You’re looking at them.” Barriss was now sitting at a computer console. “It’s pretty easy to not be recognized when you’re famous for one outfit.”

—

After a landing that was rougher than expected (Ahsoka had rewire a power junction in-flight), the three Jedi descended the Twilight’s landing ramp. Obi-Wan and Barriss led the way, as Ahsoka wanted to reduce her chances of being recognized from her last encounter. A Death Watch trooper approached them. “State your business.”

“We’re here to purchase merchandise for export.” Barriss handed over a datapad with forged permit, “Electronics, mostly.”

“Our vendor wishes to remain anonymous,” added Kenobi’s filtered and modified voice.

After a brief look-over, the Mandalorian gave his approval. “Well, it looks like you’re authorized. Please, enjoy our city.”

When the three managed to exit earshot and enter the tunnel, Ahsoka commenced attempts to contact any possible allies. Written messages, voice messages, browsing local holo boards. Within a few minutes, she began receiving a transmission.

“Ahsoka, am I glad to hear from you.”

Despite the anonymous transmission, she recognized the voice. “Soniee, is it? We heard the Duchess’s call and are here to help.”

“Good. We can’t keep this line open, just meet us at these coordinates.” A location popped up on Ahsoka’s comlink before the transmission ended.

She turned to her companions, “Shall we?”

—

When the three disguised Jedi reached the agreed-upon destination, a Mandalorian in familiar armor was waiting for them. She was a mystery to two of them, but for Ahsoka, it had only been a few months.

Simultaneously, they asked, “What are you doing here?”

—

Notes: “Merchandise for export” is definitely a euphemism for black-market goods. I actually don’t remember how often Ahsoka says “Obi-Wan” in TCW, but I’m reasonably certain she never says it to his face.

#sapphicahsokatanoweek #ahsoka tano #barriss offee #barrissoka #darth maul #savage opress #obi wan kenobi #star wars fanfiction #sapphic star wars #ao3 #the clone wars

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reds-skull · 1 year ago

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Not Alive, Nor Dead

[PREV PART] [AO3]

I'm going back to my parent's house for the holidays, so I'm probably gonna post less in the next couple of days...

Soap’s eyes dart between the 3 revenants in the room, wide and fearful.

Ghost watches how he turns it into rage.

“I’m not a ‘revenant killer’, whatever the fuck they call it.” Soap snarls, glaring at the screen as if he’s looking at Laswell, “I wasn’t killed by a revenant.”

Laswell exhales, Ghost can imagine the smoke streaming from her mouth, “a revenant killer is a revenant that is made to combat other revenants. You were created to defeat whoever killed your squad - to kill Konchar.”

Johnny’s revenge… the reason they’re both stronger than they truly had to be. And yet, they’re different, Ghost muses.

Soap wanted retribution for his dead mates. Ghost? He wanted payback for his own.

Johnny clutches at his hair, hands burning bright, fire crackling dangerously. Ghost takes hold of his left hand, gently pulling it away from his warhawk.

“Johnny.” Soap glares at him.

“So much fuckin’ evil comes out because I lived that day, Simon. Sometimes I’m real feckin’ sick of it.”

Soap tries to fight his hold, but Ghost pulls him closer, towering over him, “then do something about it. The past is unchangeable, you’re already alive. What are you gonna do about it.”

Ghost squints, his voice lowers, “you wanted revenge? Let’s fucking get it, Sergeant.”

Flames dance in blue skies, anger and rage that knows no bounds, uncontrollable forest fire decimating everything in its path.

Johnny nods, determination fueling his flames.

Laswell was the last break they needed before they could truly form a rescue operation. She informs them of Graves’ power limits, his priorities, the reason he captured a platoon’s worth of revenants.

He aims for Soap. One giant bait the American knows Johnny would never ignore. If they could get their hands on the original revenant killer, they hope to be able to replicate his “success”. Create a pipeline of vengeful not-dead.

Gaz will cover the skies, radio in locations of shadows, suspicious movements, and if he can, the locations of their teammates.

Ghost, Soap and Rudy will take to the underground, tunneling under the prison and freeing Alejandro. From then on, it’s a race against time, Gaz and Alejandro using their abilities to find everyone, and Rudy and Soap clearing the Shadows from their paths.

Once everyone is outside his range, Ghost will use Limbo to annihilate any remaining Shadows. Before that, Ghost’s main objective is keeping Johnny safe. Limbo’s new docile state brings with it the long-lost control he had on the realm, the ability to create only a small circle of void around him, one that Ghost thought he’ll never have again. That means, if any Shadows try to grab at Johnny, Ghost will simply let his victims rip them apart.

They don’t have the element of surprise in that Graves is waiting for them, but what the Shadow Company revenant doesn’t know is how much they understand his limitations, as well as Ghost and Soap’s changed powers.

Laswell has to leave soon after they finish planning, Shepherd breathing down her neck. She promises to do anything that might help them, but their group is operating outside any government jurisdiction as of now.

Meaning, if they were to fail, no one will come to save them.

They have one shot. Ghost prays the Reapers that’s all they’ll need.

Johnny drags him to the back of the safe house right before they’re supposed to gear up, ignoring Ghost’s questioning hum.

He slams him against the wall, fingers digging into his shoulders, nostrils flaring with barely restrained anger.

“Let me get the kill on Graves, LT.” Soap says through clenched teeth, “this entire thing is my fault - I can fix this.”

Ghost tilts his head, mauling it over, “if the opportunity arises-”

“No.” flames grow in his peripheral, and Soap lets his hands fall away, “I need to kill him, I need-”

“Revenge?”

Ghost can see how Soap’s heart stops beating. How he stills. Ghost risks a hand, bringing it up to brush Johnny’s hair, wild and unruly from the previous days’ events. “I understand. But remember your first priority, Sergeant.”

Johnny closes his eyes, pushing lightly against Ghost’s hand, “get the others out alive.”

“The others and yourself, Johnny. Graves has his sights on you.” his hand travels down to Soap’s neck, pulling him closer, “if he catches you…”

Johnny nudges his head under Ghost’s. “I’m not easy to hold, Simon. Was made to destroy.”

Simon wraps his arms around Johnny, taking deep breaths of his smell, burning fireplace and safety.

Now that they practically disobeyed their Reapers, he’s not sure anymore that his Reaper’s prophecy isn’t null and void. If Johnny is still destined to kill him first. Simon’s mind conjures a million images, scenes of Johnny laying dead, body broken beyond repair, eyes vacant staring at the sky, never to meet Simon’s again.

“I’m going to be alright. I just told you I’m too strong for anyone’s good.” Johnny tries to joke under him, sensing his sudden tension.

Simon pulls him closer yet, “you’re still mortal, last I checked.”

A huff of breath tickles his neck, where the mask rucked up in light of Johnny’s wiggling. Simon brushes another hand over dark strands, ungloved hand tingling with the sensation, and he gets the urge to bury his face in it.

Simon is used to living in regret, in ‘what would’ve’s and ‘I should’ve’.

He doesn’t want Johnny to become another memory to fuel his aches.

Simon reaches above Johnny’s head, taking hold of the skull mask. With a deep breath, he slides it off his head.

“What are ye-” Johnny looks up in confusion, before his eyes soften, creases smooth over.

Blue eyes dart over his features, mapping the newfound grounds, tilling paths in their wakes. Simon can almost feel their weight, the burn, as they follow scars to landmarks.

A hand, white flames curling around it, raises slowly to brush over his skin, hot and cold, gentle yet firm. Simon feels tears gather in his eyes, and he lets his lids shut, head bowing to rest in calloused hands.

Johnny’s breath fans over his cheek, making him shudder, “didn’t know you had face markings.”

Simon opens his eyes, brows furrowing a little, “I don’t.”

Mirthful eyes follow a track down his cheek, “ye do… right here.” a thumb brushes from Simon’s lower eyelid, to his jaw. “They’re white, reminds me of yer eyes in Limbo…”

Tear tracks.

“They’re new…” Simon relaxes a little when he understands, “when you entered Limbo, I… my tears must’ve left them.”

“Fuck…” Johnny purrs, “You’re breathtaking, Simon.” he lifts Simon’s head when he tries to back away, “beautiful. Knew yer bonnie under that mask of yers.”

“Fuck off…” he turns away.

Johnny laughs, “I’m serious. Let me look at ye, please?”

Simon glares at him before relenting, Johnny resuming his examination, eyes and hands caressing him.

“Thank ye…” Johnny breathes, “thank ye fer… fer existing. Without ye, or Gaz, or Price… I wouldn’t have so many reasons to live.”

Simon inhales shakily, Johnny whispering now, “I couldn’t imagine wanting something more than repent before I met ye.”

“And now?”

He hears the small smile in Johnny’s voice, “now I want to be with ye, fer as long as I can. Fer as long as the Reapers will let me.”

Simon covers the hand on his face with his, “we don’t need permission from them. I’ll be here as long as you’ll have me.”

Johnny gives him that crooked grin Simon had come to love so much, “I’m afraid that will be quite a while, m'eudail.”

The dirt in Las Almas doesn’t smell too different from his grave’s, Ghost decides. The mask is the only thing protecting his mouth from its taste, and even that feels too thin.

There’s no place for panic on the field, no space for the soldier inside Ghost to raise his head and shout “I’m scared.”

Soap’s controlled explosions burn that smell, transform it into something more familiar.

Fuck, he could kiss Johnny’s insane exploding hands right now.

Their comms crackle to life, “Shadows didn’t notice you yet, clear to continue pushing.” Garrick’s voice barely sounds over the explosions.

“WHAT?!” Soap yells up front.

Rudy cups his hands to shout back, “keep going, hermano! We’re in the clear!”

“COPY!”

Ghost waits for Rudy, walking beside him to check the map, “how close are we to cellar level?”

Rudy taps a pen over a point, “this is our target…” the pen moves down, stopping about 2 inches away from the cellar, “and this is where we should be, according to my calculations.”

Another explosion shakes their tunnel, Soap rushing back to burn off oncoming debris from the ceiling, “we need teh move faster than this! Tunnel’s not gonna hold!”

Ghost nods, clicking his comms, “Gaz, we’re going to start running, be prepared.”

“Copy, good luck down there.”

Rudy mutters under his breath in Spanish, “may the Reapers keep us alive.”

Soap looks back, “on the count of three!” his body tenses in preparation.

Two…

One…

“NOW!” Johnny lets go of the ceiling, sprinting ahead and practically melting his way, Ghost and Rudy running right behind him as the tunnel collapses.

The three revenants continue running, Gaz informing them the Shadows have started suspecting something’s afoot, until Rudy rushes ahead to grab Soap’s shoulder and shout in his ear, “stop! Alejandro should be right here!”

His Sergeant instantly lifts his hands above him to hold the ceiling. Ghost notes they’re now surrounded by concrete rather than dry earth.

Rudy adjusts the light attached to his tac vest, trying to calculate where Alejandro is exactly.

Ghost instantly aims at the left wall when something goes through it.

Alejandro appears, Rudy and Soap gaping at him, before the Colonel grabs Rudy into a hug. The Sergeant Major returns it after a second of stunned silence, and Alejandro starts mumbling something in Spanish, before he lifts his head and notices Soap.

“You bunch of pandejos! What is he doing here?!” he points at Johnny.

Soap grunts, “can we get to the accusations later?? I’m still holding the steamin’ ceiling!”

Ghost shoves the two Vaqueros out of the way, and Soap stretches a hand to explode the wall to Alejandro’s cell. They all rush inside with Soap behind them.

“Ghost.” Alejandro nods to Soap, “you are aware Graves is after him, right?”

“Affirm. We got intel from Laswell.”

The Vaquero scoffs, “and you still brought him here?!”

Johnny walks around Ghost to confront Alejandro, “I’m here on my own volition. Unless you wanted Rudy and Ghost to walk through the front gates.” he casts a challenging stare at the man.

Rudy lifts his hands like he’s trying to calm an angry beast, “Soap knows the risks. We needed to save you. Do you know where Graves holds the rest of them?”

Alejandro’s face relaxes when he looks at Rudy, “probably on the top floor of the prison. I didn’t see anyone since we got caught.”

“Shadows are moving on your location, Bravo!” Garrick shouts through the comms, “strongly suggest you start moving, now!”

Ghost searches the cell for an exit, spotting a trap door on the high ceiling, “you’re not hiding a ladder anywhere here, do you Alejandro?”

The Colonel shakes his head as Soap follows Ghost’s gaze, noticing the door.

“I’ll get it, stand back.” Johnny’s eyes are locked on the ceiling as he positions himself under the door.

Ghost’s brow furrow, “what are you planning, Sergeant?”

Soap smirks in a way that brings only trouble, and turns on his comms, “gonna use the rocket technique.”

Ghost has to shove the bloody thing away when Gaz shrieks, “without me?! Oh, I’m gonna get you back for this, MacTavish.”

“Sorry mate, maybe next time.” Johnny snickers.

“Fuckin’ hell…” Ghost grabs the two extremely confused Vaqueros, dragging them back, Rudy muttering “rocket?” and sighs heavily, “get on with it, Sergeant.”

Soap smiles at him before looking back up, “with pleasure, LT.”

His Sergeant drops to a crouch, placing his hands on the ground, and inhales. The cell is too damn small for this “technique”, and Ghost has to cover his face with a forearm when Soap explodes up.

Ghost lets his arm fall when he hears a comically loud THUNK when Soap hits his head on the door, watching the Sergeant scramble to hold the edges. Johnny twists his body in a remarkable feat of agility, and kicks the door open before swinging out.

A moment later, a ladder drops down, Johnny popping his head out of the door, “all clear!”

When they climb up, Ghost notices blood trickling down Soap’s temple, and he calls, “Johnny, how copy? Solid?”

The Scot lets out a frankly concerning laugh, “aye, think Ah got a wee concussion, bu’ it’ll heal in no time.”

“It fucking better, Sergeant.”

Soap offers a hand and helps Ghost up, “of course, sir.” he has a dopey smile when Ghost lets go of his arm, “have I ever told you how beautiful yer eyes are, LT?”

Ghost grabs the back of his neck and shoves him forward, ignoring the giggling Vaqueros behind him.

He’s going to smack Garrick for putting this idea in Johnny’s mind next time he sees him, fucking hell…

You guys don't know how long I've been waiting to put the rocket technique in a mission

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bruhhhh-huhhhhh · 2 years ago

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“I’ll protect you, always”

Alcina Dimitrescu x gn!Reader

IT'S SO SHORT I'M SORRY

Angsty anon, this is the one you requested but tumblr ate it when I saved it to my drafts :(

It was a warm summer night. You were having trouble sleeping, so you decided to go for a quick walk around the courtyard. What’s the harm, right? It’s not like anything could hurt you.

Or so you thought.

As you went about your walk, you had an increasing feeling of dread. Like you were being watched. You brushed it off as just being paranoid, and continued walking. As you made what you decided was your final lap, a Lycan jumped from atop the room and landed directly on you, forcing you to the ground.

It started to bite your arm, the teeth piercing your flesh as your blood spills. You scream, in immense pain, as loud as you can. You kick and kick at the Lycan as it continues to maul your arm. Eventually, after what feels like hours, the Lycan moves onto your other arm, deciding that it mauled the first one enough. You keep screaming and kicking, but you’re feeling light headed from blood loss. “So this is how I die,” you think to yourself as the Lycan continues too munch on your arm. Alone in the courtyard of you and your beloveds castle. The final thing you’ll have seen of your girls is them baking cookies with flour all over their cloaks, all while your wife was sitting with you, laughing and sipping on wine. You can live with that. Seeing them happy is what you want to remember before you die.

Suddenly, the Lycan is torn away from you. You see the shadowy figure of your beloved Alcina holding the beast by its neck, choking it. Cassandra, Bela, and Daniela all rush over to you, still in their pajamas, and bombard you with a million questions as they try and help you stand up.

“Are you okay?”

“What happened?”

“Why are you out here so late?”

And so on. All of the questions are cut off by one bone chilling, “ENOUGH!” and the girls back off. Alcina looks at her daughters and tells them, “I want this stupid thing decimated. Deliver it to Heisenberg’s door step in the morning with a note. I want him to have to clean it up for weeks, understood?”

All of the girls respond with, “Yes, mother,” and they take out their sickles, piercing them through the creature's legs. Alcina walks over to you with concern written all over her face, and scoops you up into her arms. “Draga mea, are you okay?”

You simply shake your head, and she starts to walk inside. She snaps at a maid to get the first aid supplies and bring them to your room. She walks up the stairs, ducking through the doorways, and telling you that you’re going to be okay. You can tell that she’s holding back tears, but choose to ignore it. As you reach the doorway to your room, you feel yourself starting to nod off. Alcina shakes you slightly, and you jolt awake. “Don’t pass out on me, okay?”

“I won’t…just…” You trail off, “Just tired.”

“You can sleep when your arms are bandaged up,” is all she says as she sets you down on the bed.

You sit there for a little while as she bandages your arms and gives you some pain medication. Alcina makes sure that you stay awake as she finishes up putting on the last bit of ointment and putting the bandage over it. You both look at each other, and she grabs your hands. For a while, you stay like that. Holding each other and refusing to let go.

“I thought I was going to die, you know. I thought I was going to die and all I could think of was you and the girls,” you said, breaking the silence. Those two sentences seemed to break whatever trance she was in, as she scooped you up off the bed and laid you down onto her chest. Alcina was careful to not move your arms too hard or too fast as she cradled you. It lulled you into a sort of sleep where you could still hear the things closest to you (like your girlfriends heartbeat) but still had that just fell asleep daze.

“I’ll never let that happen, draga mea. For as long as I am alive, nothing will ever harm you again. I swear it,” she tells you just as the tendrils of sleep finally take you.

#alcina dimitrescu #alcina demitriscu #lady demitrescu x you #lady demitrescu x reader #lady demitrescu #angsty anon #bean writes

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chocobothis · 2 years ago

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I think one of the major villains of this season of The Mandalorian is going to, in fact, be The Armorer. There’s a lot of different things she’s said or even how her armor looks that makes things questionable, even more so with knowing what we know with Moff Gideon.

This is built entirely from my rambling so please picture the Charlie Day with String Meme. I’ve not reread this and likely want. I just wanna share my believed theories with everyone else because it’s fun. Could I be proven dead wrong? Totally! This is my theories written entirely from what I’ve picked up and how I would write things with The Mandalorian

Let’s start with the one thing that’s been visible every single season: her armor, specifically her helmet. It’s a more subtle style but it is one we’ve seen before with Darth Maul’s Super Commandos. They all wore red armor with the horn pattern on their helmets. We’ve already been given context clues that she’s older than Din because she saw Mandalore before it fell.

We get it from her discussing having seen the Great Forge on Mandalore a light with a hundred smiths. I’m willing to argue that means she saw it before The New Mandalorians took power. We also have what I have listed in the point below.

Second comes from when she was talking to Bo-Katan about the mythosaur. She mentioned that she thought it was just a myth. That’s not something we’ve seen with the ones who grew up within the Children of the Watch. But! It is something Bo-Katan professed before that it’s just myth. So, that implies that she also was a different type of Mandalorian before becoming The Armorer.

A subpoint to the above is that in previous seasons she’s leaned into the myths with the Watch members. It was something she privately thought false but proclaimed true. After all, she said Mandalore was Destroyed and Cursed. She also used improperly gaining the Darksaber as why Bo-Katan was doomed to fail.

Third we have to talk about Moff Gideon’s escape. The transport he was in was attacked and he was extracted, presumably alive, with some beskar left behind. I personally find it weird that there’s a sliver of it left behind because this armor can take blows from lightsabers and blasters. Why in the stars could they have on a prison transport that would shatter a piece of armor and not leave body? It’s also specifically silver beskar.

I’ve seen someone point out this could be Din being sat up because he’s the only one with unpainted beskar armor that is Notable. Which I easily see because there’s politics at play here too.

This is also something the Armorer would have access to considering she runs the forge.

All of this comes together for me to believe the Armorer is setting Bo-Katan up to clash with Din. Being older she knew of Bo’s want to lead Mandalore and her ambition has always been a defining trait. She’s Bo-Katan Kryze of Clan Kryze, House Kryze. She was second-in-command of Death Watch, when people chose to follow Maul she fought (with Ahsoka) to take back Mandalore, and more. It’s easy to assume that what’s currently happening is a minor setback and fiery, ambitious, cutthroat Bo-Katan will reappear. Someone who she can turn toward Din to take back the Darksaber. From there she can dispose of Bo-Katan, if she’s not a good “face”, and have rule of a united Mandalore.

I do think Bo-Katan’s aware that there’s several thing at play with the Armorer’s interest in her. She wasn’t born yesterday, has lived through so many wars, and was raised in a political family. Nothing is ever at face value with leaders.

It’s also what makes her a good counter to Din who is a novice with politics and is blind to the Armorer’s possible actions. Because he’s got a blind spot for her as the leader of his Covert.

My reasoning for her disliking Din comes from how he conducts himself. Why did he break the Creed? It was entirely to save Grogu and nothing more or less. We saw Paz talk about giving up on Ragnar; that’s something Din wouldn’t do. Instead of accepting that he was forever an Apostate because the Living Waters were “destroyed” he proved otherwise. It shows he’s willing to question her authority. Having the Darksaber means it would be easy for him to get followers if he really wanted to. Instead, he’s done the opposite while actively trying to get rid of the damn thing. He also easily gains allies as shown throughout the seasons. A leader who makes easy allies while not seeking power is a dangerous leader because that can’t be bought with more power.

Moff Gideon comes into the this because of his connection to the Empire, Mandalore, and Din. Because going back to the Super Commandos, a group I believe the Armorer was part of initially, who did they follow after Darth Maul? The Empire. His connection to Mandalore comes from his destruction of it and possession of the Darksaber. Who is a sort of Public Enemy Number 1 for Mandalorians? The Moff himself. Finally, and most important, there’s the connection to Din. They clashed on Nevarro, he captured Grogu, and served as a prime antagonist for Din because of who he’s threatened.

How the Moff’s part is going to play out is something I’m still working on. Taking him from the shuttle and killing the crew makes this a New Republic Problem. They have the manpower to hunt down a war criminal to save face. Now, either Din’s potentially being framed as rescuing him for pay (he was a bounty hunter and he is publicly connected to Boba Fett) or he’s being framed as potentially springing him to personally kill him. However, I think the actual plan is to use him for power and a spectacle. Either the Armorer is going to cut a deal with him again because the Super Commandos were never picky about how they got Power as long as they go it. Her Mandalore gets favorable treatment from the Empire Remnants and he gets free. The other option is she cuts a deal, backstabs him later on, and makes his execution (however it happens) into a massive spectacle. Because now the man who caused The Night of a Thousand Tears is dead by a Mandalorian’s hand.

There’s less of a place to tuck this in but I do believe her main plan is to unite Mandalore under “The Mandalorian Creed” that the Children of the Watch follows. Because she told Bo as much when they had the meeting on Nevarro. Instead, what I think it going to happen with a United Mandalore is Din and Bo will end up making some version of the Resol’nare from Legends. It’s six tenants that all Mandalorians follow but it’s less strict that the Creed we’ve been shown. Because if this is going to be a new age for Mandalore it makes sense it would be heralded by Bo and Din (who technically was seen by the Mythosaur even if he was a little unconscious) that unites their principles and love for their people.

I’ll end this with my less serious, cracky theory that the Armorer is a member of Clan Saxon. This is built entirely from how I view her connection to Moff Gideon/the Empire and how in Rebels both Saxons were pains in the ass who partnered up with the Empire. It’s also a potentially neat way to bring in Thrawn because Thrawn was in contact with Tiber Saxon.

#star wars #the mandalorian #mandalorian spoilers #the mandalorian spoilers #mandalorian season 3 #star wars meta #din dijarn #bo katan kryze #the armorer #moff gideon #honestly this is me having a fun time and wanting to see some fun politics back in mandalorian #making my darlings complicated

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novelconcepts · 1 year ago

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hi novel! do you have any meta / thoughts on taissa’s relationships with simone and sammy? I really want them to go into that more, similar to the shauna-jeff-callie storyline in s2

Simone and Sammy are what should have been. The life Taissa would have led if they’d never crashed. Even if it wasn’t Simone, even if it was Van, the idea of the perfect happy family is what matters. I think it matters that she’s the only one we see have a warm moment with her parents before the crash; that would shape her whole outlook. Grow up, go to good schools, get a great job, marry a beautiful woman, build a life that makes sense. And we know from Tai telling Shauna about her dream life: this is exactly the path she takes. Shauna’s dreams change utterly as soon as they crash; Tai, the bastion of repression, doesn’t change hers at all. She comes home, and she’s different, she’s traumatized, she has lost and hurt and has all these horrible dark secrets—but she believes if she just works hard enough, she can overwrite the shadows with the light of a life she’s wanted all along.

The problem with this as it applies to Simone and Sammy is they’re not plans, they’re not dreams, they’re people—and to have the meaningful, wonderful relationships that make that Perfect Life, she needs to be able to communicate with them as such. And she doesn’t. She doesn’t let herself. She won’t explain anything of what she went through to her wife; even when push comes to panicked shove, she just demands Simone leave her alone. She doesn’t even feel that “it” factor when it comes to Simone, because she can’t let herself. She’s forever tied intensity of feeling to a loss of control, a loss of who she was “meant to be” before the accident.

Her family, her job, all of it is emblematic of Before Tai. The Tai who didn’t have a sleepwalking problem, who never watched her girlfriend get nearly mauled to death, who never ate her friends to stay alive, who never gave into the hunt. It can’t ever be healthy, for her or for Simone and Sammy, until she accepts that Before Tai is gone. She’s been stitched together with the Taissa who survived the wilderness. And accepting that runs contrary to the perfect life she’s tried so hard to create. She can fall back into old habits with her old friends and old love, but the new version of her? That Taissa isn’t allowed those behavior patterns.

It’s really interesting looking at her family vs Shauna’s, because 1) they’re the only two of the core six to build a traditional family post-rescue, and 2) Shauna tries to play the same game—except the “dream life” she’s living isn’t Shauna’s at all. It’s Jackie’s. Or what she feels she stole from Jackie. And because of that, because Jeff and Callie were never Shauna’s dream, I think it makes it a little easier to let them into the darkness. Tai won’t let herself do that, because it’d be admitting a kind of defeat, and that really isn’t Tai’s style.

#ask #yellowjacket spoilers #yj meta #taissa turner #I very much look at Simone and Sammy and want better for them #not because Tai isn’t great; she’s easily my second fave in the whole show #but because from the very inception of that family she’d already decided to shut them out #she cares for them and she cares for what they represent #but she’s boxed up so much of herself before even meeting her wife that like. how could that ever be a fulfilling relationship?#it’s such a degree of trauma that her id feels the need to take control #and she can’t and won’t share it #it bugged me so much on first watch that Simone’s reaction was to just leave with Sammy #instead of fighting to communicate and get Tai help #but then I realized: she’s probably been trying for years to no avail #so when it comes down to seeing the shrine she just gives up what little hope she has and pivots to taking care of her child #and that makes absolute sense but it’s also so sad. that inherent lack of trust because the woman she married has never let her in

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My birthday hasn't exactly been the most exciting one, so I decided to watch one of the horror films I've been looking forward to the most. When Evil Lurks, a film with such great technical merits that it completely swept the last Dead Meat Horror Awards in every category it was nominated for. I've avoided seeing as much as I could, as difficult as that's been. What I know ahead of time is that it's about a demonic possession virus running rampant in a small Argentinian town and the most iconic kill is a child getting mauled by a dog. I've heard comparisons to Aterrados/Terrified, and I really enjoyed that one. I was originally saving this for October- like, possibly even Halloween itself- so here's hoping Longlegs gets its digital release before then.

The way everyone describes Uriel's...condition...it's clear this is something that's happened before and it's a known phenomenon. But by and large, whatever lore or history that's present is a mystery to be unraveled by the viewer. All we know is what we see; this man is so bloated with pus that he's bedridden, killing him will "release" something, and the "cleaner" that was sent to deal with him properly was found murdered on the way to the house.

Good lord, out of nowhere. That was basically a jumpscare. I knew it was coming, but it still got me. Just like Charlie's decapitation in Hereditary, this is terrifying to watch because it's a real thing that can and does happen. Supernatural influence notwithstanding. And you know the kicker? The only witness was another child who had to interrupt his parents arguing. Do you want to know what that reminds me of? When my family was on vacation when I was a small child and I had to get my dad's attention that my mom fell down a hill and broke her leg. It's like, no, you don't understand! This is not a 'child urgent' thing! This is a 'real urgent' thing! But yeah, killing a child is fairly taboo and that's a big reason why this is the film's signature scene. Pet Sematary 2019 turned the notion into a goofy action movie stunt to lessen the impact (pun not intended), but not here, that dog just suddenly turns on her as she's petting it and you see it shaking her around like a ragdoll and then it fucking runs off dragging her by the neck. You hate seeing it.

Wait...she's still alive? But I thought....oh. I guess we're playing by Evil Dead rules.

Should I be offended that this autistic person is borderline catatonic, constantly makes moaning noises, and poops his pants?

And there's another mutilated child, albeit a blink-and-you-miss it moment. Another gruesomely memorable scene.

Oh Pedro, you stupid hijo de puta...

Okay, yeah, I think I'm going to need to read some analyses on this one.

#horror #when evil lurks

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jedi-princess-kestis · 7 months ago

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Shadows of the Force

Chapter 5: Two Sides of the Same Coin

Summery: Captain Rex is planning a mission to find out if Echo is indeed still alive, while the twins find it hard to separate sentiment from logic and bring up old feelings from their pasts.

Warnings: swearing, star wars violence, angst (sorry not sorry), slight talk of past trauma, some fluff if you look. Sibling fighting.

Word Count: 3.4K

Since TBB has ended and there is no Bad Batch Wednesday this week, I decided to post this chapter to help with the blow.

Previous chapter

Rex was on edge.

Anyone could see it, but his anxiety was giving Shadow a migraine. Her heightened senses could pick up on every tremble of his body and it was driving her nuts. She knew how much this meant to him, to find one of his brothers and bring him home, to bring him back. But he really needed to calm down. Dragging a tired hand down her face she leaned against the holotable as Rex looked over plans yet again.

"If you stare at that thing anymore it will combust into flames, Captain." Her voice broke him out of his deep thoughts. With a heavy look in his eyes Rex shut down the holomap with a frustrated sigh. Digging the heels of his hands into his eyes to wipe away the tiredness he glanced up at the Mandalorian woman. He gave her a tired look, before sinking into the chair that had somehow appeared behind him. Shadow watched the Captain with a careful eye. She knew he was dealing with an internal war. They sat there in silence for a few minutes, the sounds of soldiers moving about in the hangar bay the only sound that filled the room. The study sound of his heartbeat filled her ears, gunships taking off and trunks of ammo being stacked onto carts became background noise to her. She watched as his chest rose and fell as he stared at the blank holotable.

"Am I wrong to hope or even believe it's him on the other end?" Rex spoke, breaking the silence. He glanced up into the gray eyes of the Mandalorian. Shadow leaned her hip against the table and crossed her arms across her chest. She looked to the ground as she mauled her answer around in her mind for a moment before speaking.

"Do I believe the chances of this Echo truly being alive are low? Yes." She saw his shoulders fall slightly as she spoke but she wasn't finished. "But if I heard Scarlett's voice on the other end of the line, knowing that there was even the smallest chance that she was alive…. I'd put my life on the line to try and bring her home." She saw his eyes snapped up to meet hers as she finished talking. There was a hope, a burning anxiety, like a plea for her to mean what she said.

"So you will join me in finding him if Skywalker can get the approval?"

Reaching out her hand Shadow clasped into his arm and pulled him up from his chair, looking him dead in the eyes. "My sister and I will join you in this fight, Captain." She heard his heart race as he nodded his head with his gratitude. Now for Anakin to pull through and get the go ahead for this rescue mission. With a silent nod the two parted ways as Shadow picked up her helmet where she had sat it down and walked towards the stairs that lead to the lower room and hanger bay of the base. Tucking the helmet under her arm she made her way through the troopers that moved about the base. Her black armor, though scratched up and worn, still shined in the light that creeped in from the open hanger door. It was a powerful sight among the armor of white, commanding attention and respect. Her long braid fell over her left shoulder, a few wisps of shorter hair falling from the braid to frame her face. Her kama swirled around her legs as she walked towards the open bay door, her eyes staying forward. Once she reached the door and the sunlight bit down at her, she pulled on her helmet to help block some of the harsh light. She blinked three times and the HUD came to life. To the right of her screen comm chatter and reports of the war scrolled upwards as it filtered in. To the bottom left was her vitals and life support readings. To the top left information regarding what the HUD was seeing through her one-way lens with each turn of her head. Other functions could be acceptable depending on how she blinked her eyes. Different patterns of blinking as well as using her cufflink help her navigate the HUD within her helmet. Her HUD was a lifeline, even outside of the Mandalorian belief of their helmets. With a blink of an eye or a tap on her wrist her HUD could access, transmit, display or transfer just about any information or language needed to help her get through her missions. It was a high quality upgrade that her sister and herself spent many many credits on once they joined the Republic to upgrade the data framework of their helmets. Still made of solid beskar and still barring all their proud Mandalorian history, their armor now stood for more than just "this is the way".

Looking to the top right corner of her HUD, she blinked fast 5 times and her commlink popped up for her sister. Typing out a quick message on her cuff she told her to meet with her near their ship, the Wayfinder. Their ship had been their Father's before he passed away when they were still young. Their mother, Seren, gave them the ship to learn to fly and use after his passing. Shutting down her comm she walked ahead, the sunlight making her black armor glow. Her kama swirled around her hips and knees as she moved, the snake embroidered on it looking as though it was moving across the black fabric. Making her way across the open hangar bay, Shadow saw the black and silver ship they have called home for the past two years up ahead, next to the Marauder. The door to the Wayfinder was already down, meaning Scarlett was already inside. Moving silently she soon came to the steps of the ship. Shadow glanced up at the open bay door. Hunching her shoulders she rolled her head and then stepped into the dimly lit ship. Pulling her helmet off her head she sat it down on a crate by the door and looked towards the front of the ship for Scarlett. She saw a pair of boots on the dash, the co pilot seat tilted back a bit. With a sigh and a shake of her head, Shadow moved forward. Slapping the back of the chair before she took the pilot seat, she saw Scarlett jump a bit as she was launched forward, scowling at her twin in return.

"Take your feet off the dash."

"You are so bossy."

The twins glared at each other for a moment before smiling at each other relaxing back into their seats. Shadow watched the Troopers out the viewport, moving around the base with crates and equipment, working on ships and talking to fellow clones. Scarlett glanced to the left and watched her twin for a moment before speaking up, breaking the silence between them.

"What's got you all broody?" Turning her chair to face the older twin, Scarlett leaned forward a bit so her elbows rested on her armor clad knees. Shadow watched for a moment more before tearing her eyes away from the viewport.

"This mission. It seems so far fetched, this trooper being alive. I read the Citadel report. He was blown up in an explosion. They couldn't retrieve the body. I understand Rex has a lot of regrets over that mission, leaving his brother behind. I understand his need for hope." She paused for a second, trying to find words for the thoughts in her mind.

"But?"

Running a hand over her eyes she then looked her twin in the eyes with a somber look. "But, I still don't know if Echo could really be alive. Yet at the same time I know if I was in his shoes, and there was even the slightest chance I could save someone I cared so deeply for…. I'd want everyone to be on my side backing me up on it."

Scarlett leaned back into her chair, processing Shadow's words. After a moment or two of silence that seemed to last longer than it did, only the sound of their breathing and the beeping of equipment in the ship filling the air around them did she answer.

"You know I'll follow you till my end days, but helping the Captain find answers that he may not like isn't going to change what happened on Mandalore for us, Shadow."

Shadow let out a puff of air in a half hearted sigh. Slumping back into her seat she gave Scarlett a hard look. "I never said it would Scar. But if we had the chance like this to save Mom, or put to bed the guilt by having the final answer, then I'd want that. No matter what I found at the end, I'd tug on that string."

"And what happens when he does tug on that string and doesn't find what he's looking for?"

"Then at least he can stop chasing ghosts and possibly put an end to a Separate base. Either way, Rex is going to get closure and have his family help him through it." Staring right into Scarlett's eyes, Shadow drove her point home. "That's more than we got when it all went to hell on Mandalore." The twins stared at each other hard for a moment, the air thick around them. It had become an unspoken rule between them not to bring up what has happened on Mandalore anymore, the memories too painful. Too much betrayal and tragedy clouded their past.

"What happened then is done and in the past. No answers to be found. You know that Shadow. Helping the Captain won't change our past. It won't make your guilt go away. It won't bring her back." Scarlett's voice got louder as she spoke, the anger evident as she tried to keep from lashing out. "Stop chasing ghosts. I have."

Shadow felt her blood turn hot, the pounding of her heart in her ears as she gripped the armrest of the pilot seat tight with her slim fingers. "You may want to forget where we came from but I don't." She spoke through clenched teeth.

"I haven't forgotten, but I've left my past behind with Mother in her grave. Where you should have left yours."

Bam!

Slamming her fist down onto the control dash, Shadow sent Scarlett's helmet clattering to the flood. A wild look filled her eyes and she stood up and learned over her twin. "Be ready when Rex says it's time to go." She growled before whipped around and swiftly moved towards the hatch of the Wayfinder. "One way or another, Rex gets his answers. I'm making sure of it." Was the last thing she said before snatching her helmet from the crate by the door, slamming it onto her head and walking out into the harsh light of the sun. She took a deep breath when she reached the end of the ramp and felt the pain in her hand from when she slammed it into the dash. Cursing under her breath and rubbing her left hand she shook her head. Her shoulders dropped as she sighed. That didn't go the way she wanted it to. The twins couldn't be anymore different. They may have had the same donor, but they had such different looks on life. Shadow held onto her emotions more, not afraid to be sentimental, to hold onto the past while looking ahead to the future. She was a born leader that felt for the people around her. Scarlett was colder, pushing her emotions aside to look straight ahead. She was a born war chief, not afraid to push sentiment away if it meant winning the fight. Two sides of the same coin, balancing each other where one may lack, but it didn't mean they didn't push each other to the breaking point either. They both were their Mother, split down the middle of everything she had been. Born to be perfect Mandalorian warriors and leaders. But all that went into flames. One small tear slipped down her cheek under her helmet, disappearing into the padding.

"That sounded tense."

Whipping out her WESTAR-34 she aimed for the voice that came from behind her. Seeing the tall black and red armor clad Hunter leaning against the haul of his ship made her drop her blaster to her side with a shaken sigh. "Kirffen hells Hunter, I could have shot you!" She snapped as she holstered her blaster.

"Not with that shaky hand you wouldn't have." He snapped back as he pushed off the ship and walked towards the Mandalorian. He kept his steps slow and light, as though she was a frightened animal he was trying to not spook. She watched his steps through her HUD as she tried to calm her nerves down. "Is everything okay?"

Shadow reached up and pulled her helmet off, now realizing he had his off. Letting the air hit her face she closed her eyes a second to block out the harsh sunlight. "It will be fine. Nothing a little time apart to cool off won't fix." She said with a wave of her hand. Hunter tilted his head, watching her as he thought about his next step.

"Is it about the mission?"

"Don't play, Hunter. It's not a good look on you."

He huffed out a chuckle, hanging his head slightly as it bobbed with his laugh. "True as that maybe, I still find it better for the other to explain on their own terms." He took another slow step closer to Shadow, reaching out his hand as though she'd hand the answers he wanted into his waiting palm. "So do you want to explain what that yelling was about?"

"We didn't yell."

"To me you did. Enhanced hearing, remember?" Hunter waved a finger around his ear with his right hand. Rolling her eyes Shadow rolled her shoulders and cocked her head downwards a bit, glaring up at him through her eyelashes. She blew out a puff of air, letting it whistle slightly through her teeth.

"About the mission, about her and I. It all twisted together I guess." She leaned back against a stack of crates near the ships, letting her helmet sit on top. She pushed her black to white ombre braid over her shoulder, feeling it thunk against her armor. "We both have different points of view when it comes to sentiment…. Or logic."

Hunter watched her for a moment, his honey eyes never leaving her face as she looked at the ground, the way her shoulders hunched as she talked, or that her hand played with a frayed string on her kama. He heard her heartbeat beating faster than normal. The way her breath hitched in her throat as she spoke. He felt her conflict rolling off of her in waves.

"If every squad, or family, agreed with one idea of logic, then we wouldn't really have any personality or differences would we?" He finally spoke, cocking his head to the side. Shadow looked up at him, taking his words in. She studied the hardened Sergeant as she listened to him speak. His face tattoo made him seem dark, broody, borderline mean. His smokey voice, deep and raspy made him sound older than he really was. Everything he looked to be was only the surface of who he truly was, that she could feel in her own soul. Sunlight danced off his worn armor, making the red brighter, the gray softer. It made his hair shine with small flecks of blue hues woven into the thick locks that threatened to curl in the heated air.

Crossing her arms across her chest, Shadow leaned against the crates, her right foot bent up and back onto them. She tilted her head to the side and a small smile pulled at her lips. "Who knew you to be so sentimental, Sergeant?" She teased lightly. His lips curled into a crooked smile, his eyes giving a bit of a mischievous glint to them. Before either one could say anything else, their comms started beeping. Shadow glanced down at her wrist and saw a message from Captain Rex, signaling the Batch, Scarlett and herself to meet up at the Havoc Marauder. Glancing up as she felt the presence of another being approaching, she saw Scarlett stepping off the ramp of their ship, helmet on. She saw Hunter shift his feet, glancing between the twins before stepping a bit closer to Shadow. Picking up her helmet and standing up straight, she watched as Scarlett walked past them, not even playing there way as she made her way to the hatch of the Marauder where Tech was currently standing in the doorway, datapad in hand as he ran last minute tests to make sure the ship was ready to go.

Shadow hung her head and glanced down at the helmet clenched in her right hand. Even their helmets were different. Shadow had an Warden shaped helmet, its T shaped visor being the same width across the eyes and down the front instead of widening or narrowing down the front. It domed a bit more at the top, and the check plates looked more pushed in then they were, making the helmet look bigger and deeper set with the dark paint. Scarlett kept their traditional clan Rook helmet, which had more of a goggle-like visor with a bridge over the nose, separating the eye piece from the nose part of the visor. It also had more detail on the check plates.

Both women had yellow around the visors and purple on top of the helmet in small shapes or lines, making a pattern that matches their kamas. That was the only similarities in their armors. Much like the women that wore them, their armor stood for what they believed in, on their training and their own personalities. Glancing down into the dark gray visor, Shadow saw her reflection, but inside of her place gray eyes she saw her sister's hazel looking back at her.

Two sides of the same coin.

"You ready?"

Hunter's voice snapped her out of her thoughts as she jerked her attention away from her helmet and glanced up at the Clone. His eyes held questions he knew better than to ask and she was grateful for that. With a nod of her head she gripped the lip of her helmet a bit tighter in her hand and followed him to the ramp where her sister had already disappeared into. It was going to be a long and quiet ride between the twins, of that Shadow had no doubt. She walked up into the ship and found Scarlett sitting in the back near Crosshair, helmet still on. Her legs were stretched out and crossed at the ankles, her hands resting in her lap as she watched the sniper pull out his rifle from its case and begin to check its scope. Shadow sighed and moved towards the front of the ship where Tech was sitting and found the co pilot seat. Just as she sat down Rex and Anakin walked into the ship, the latter pressing the latch button for the ramp to close. The low hum of the engine starting up got her attention as Tech began to fire off commands at her, letting her help him pilot his ship. Once they got off the ground and into the air, Shadow glanced over her shoulder to find Anakin looking over Crosshair's rifle, the sniper with a hint of a smile on his lips as the Jedi praised the upgrades. Letting her eyes drift farther back into the ship she found her sister's already staring her down. Hazel eyes found pale gray ones and the message was clear: they didn't agree with each others point of view on this mission, but they would still stand by each other in the fight.

Two sides of the same coin.

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Ahsoka Episode 4 Spoilers/Thoughts

This was...a big one, to say the least.

Also note to self do NOT open tumblr while in the middle of watching an episode or you will be spoiled for that epic ending *sobs* oh well...

SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

2/2 Star Wars characters repairing ship wiring on their back...v nice

Sabine, you realize none of you would be in this position if you hadn't squirreled away with the map in your tower...jus sayin...

"Can I count on you?" Yeah I'm gonna say that's a no...

Sabine loading her blasters is super cool but also giving me flashbacks to trying to reload staple gun or nail gun cartridges and hoping you don't launch them into your face in the process

Natasha plays Sabine's nervous energy very well and Rosario is showing Ahsoka's own unease, reserve, but also very caring concern, extremely well. I really wish we could see the history between these two--animated in between series anyone??

I wonder why Dave doesn't bring up the fact that Ahsoka owes Ezra her life. It's only focused on what Ezra means to Sabine, but he means a lot to Ahsoka too.

Huyang's lil hands on hips...you can tell he's a full practical build here.

Speaking of...I REALLY want to know if the practical robot was used for this fight scene, or if they switched to someone in a costume/CGI. It seems like the HK droids are people/CGI but I could be wrong about that. Either way, go Huyang go!

It's always a treat to see Mandos and Jedi fighting styles together. And Sabine's Wonder Woman vambrace block was great.

Ahsoka's white lightsabers are so stunning in live action.

"May I make one request of you both?" LISTEN TO HUYANG. HE KNOWS WHAT'S UP. "Stay together." And WHAT ARE THEY NOT GONNA DO SMH

"Mom, how come I have to do what I'm told and you don't" lmao

Jacen is so spunky and I'm so glad Dave is having him be a full part of the series.

Carson Teva my man! And Brendan!

BUT WHERE ARE ZEB AND KALLUS. WHERE ARE OUR MARRIED BOIS

"Faith? I lost that a long time ago" Baylon's backstory pleaseeeee. Who was his master. How far did he get in training. Was he knighted? Did he have a padawan pre-order 66? Where was he during the war? Where was he during Order 66? When did he walk away, and what did he walk away to? What are his goals now? How did he find Shin/why did he want to train her? We desperately need a comic or a book here Lucasfilm

The graphics for the countdown clock (and the droids manning them) are super cool

Shin dear lord can you be any more dramatic

Sabine and Shin running off like rabid wolves while Ahsoka is just like, oh please, do I really have to deal with this right now

Ahsoka > any inquisitor, dead or alive, magic or real, anytime, any place, any age LOL

Ugh the parallels to Obi-Wan and Maul are impeccable.

So I totally knew Marrok would be a nobody/throwaway character but a nightsister necromancer ghost??? Did not see that coming at all. Eerie

Shin seems honestly disturbed by seeing Marrok fall. I wonder if the body that was used was someone she knew or had a connection to.

The lightsaber usage in this show is so interesting and such a unique blend of samurai techniques, OT trilogy techniques, and more realistic stabbing and swiping and slicing motions. I love the choreography and cinematography of Shin and Sabine going at it as well as how the trees and landscape are used in their fight.

Looks like Shin got her dramatics from her master. Sitting there with his hood up for effect lol

Definitely getting flashbacks to Ahsoka's sass in her fight with Maul in TCW.

Baylon's textured armor is so incredible. I want to see him leading a 13th century cavalcade

Can he read people's minds? Or does he do in depth research like Thrawn does so he knows the weak points of his opponents?

“One must destroy in order to create.” No. You are incorrect sir. One must die. One must morph, must change, in order to create. But that is different than destroying.

Again with the one saber. It's such an odd choice for Ahsoka to do that, and it honestly feels like an excuse for Baylon to be able to overpower her later. I don't quite like it.

It is very interesting how Baylon views Ahsoka, and tells her that her legacy is death and broken promises. What exactly does he think her legacy is? Because that is Anakin's legacy, not hers (at least through Rebels). What has happened since then?

He looks so sad, honestly.

There's way too much leaving oneself open to attack in this episode.

The fight scene definitely looks slowed down a little, and it's a little clunky, but man Baylon is brutal with his saber. Again why is Ahsoka not using both of hers to combat is strength??

Either there's a trailer shot that never made it into this fight, or Baylon and Ahsoka fight again. I'm missing where she kicks back against one of those tall rocks and flips over. That was such a cool shot.

I honestly can't believe Shin was able to block the whistling birds lol. That would be an intense hit to the face. Also I love how much of the shots and sparks in these shows are practical. It makes it feel so much more real.

The map burning Ahsoka is wild. It makes sense but very unfortunate.

Hot damn Ahsoka! She definitely was tapping into some anger there. In real life that hit to the back of the head should have seriously injured Shin. Filoni is really being gritty and brutal with the fights in this show, they're raw and dirty in ways that the trilogies were not.

Aaaaaand while I know Ahsoka isn't dead yet (there's no way Filoni would kill off the title character halfway through a first season) holy cow that was heartwrenching

Baylon is a master manipulator. He makes Maul look like a babbling teenager. And yet he doesn't seem to derive any twisted pleasure from it. He just is doing what he thinks he needs to do.

I'm sorry Ahsoka had WHAT to do with Sabine's family dying???? In the Purge??? Ugh geez that's awful.

Gah DAMN it Sabine!! C'mon girl!! Bad decision, bad decision!

WHAT IS THIS GREATER GOOD BAYLON

I would have loved to see Obi-Wan face off against Baylon. The quiet patience and calm strength...too much for one room

He is just not done digging at Ahsoka is he. Again, master manipulator, but why?

Huyang's little magnifying glass!

Dave definitely nailed the lighting in this show. Even if the volume is still apparent in some shots, the lighting is finally dialed in and soft and realistic and atmospheric. That shot of Baylon after decimating the map is epic.

Yeahhh, Hera, ya'll might want to skedaddle right quick before you get....oh, too late....

"Mom? I've got a bad feeling." Me too kid, me too.

"Lady Wren, Lady Tano" *sobbing* Hera make sure Huyang makes it back pls

This transition.

Oh boy

I know what's coming bc I got on tumblr too early but OH MAN

ahhhh it's so gorgeous

it's here, it's finally here and it's BEAUTIFUL (The World Between Worlds, who did you think I was talking about, Anakin? ;)

I'm KIDDING ANAKIN IS BEAUTIFUL TOO OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE MY EYES

"Hello Snips" I can't I truly can't

"I didn't expect to see you so soon" so is she dead? Dying? Disassociating while drowning? Dave if you kill Ahsoka off in this show I will never forgive you

She is in shock omg look at him she is reunited with her brother, her master, her friend!!

We think--DAVE WHAT DOES VADER THEME MEAN. DAVE, SIR, HOW DARE YOU KNOW HOW TO LEAVE US ON SUCH A CLIFFHANGER IT IS UNFAIR.

Welp I have no idea what to do with myself until next week and we find out what's going on here. I swear if that's not the real Anakin I will be beside myself.

Let's get ready for flashbacks folks. What an episode.

#ahsoka #ahsoka tano #ahsoka show #ahsoka series #ahsoka spoilers #ahsoka series spoilers #ahsoka show spoilers #huyang #sabine #sabine wren #baylon skoll #shin hati #morgan elsbeth #hera syndulla #jacen syndulla #carson teva #some light ramblings #somelightramblings

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thefamilyeldritchabomination · 1 year ago

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Chapter Eighteen: Forever Autumn Pt. 6

“Well you heard Freddy, he’s our human sacrifice in recovering Envy. We just need to watch the papers and let Dolly rest up. Once we get Envy, then we can have our counter attack against Dante, finally.” Lust decided it was best to conclude this entire trainwreck of a plan before it derailed even more with Ernest’s need to maul the Face Fur.

With the conversation concluded and needing to lay down to rest, Dolly carefully got up from the table, excusing herself for the evening. Dorian and Ernest quickly decided to follow Dolly up to the bedroom since she was the reason for them being alive in the first place. Guilt ate at the eldritch being, not being able to save Envy from before and now this current predicament. All Dolly truly could do at the moment was to wait for her power levels to restore itself and be able to pinpoint where the most likely very draconic, very feral, VERY hungry Envy might be lurking about. Upon reaching what was Dolly’s designated bedroom, she promptly flopped into her bed, the autumn pattern quilt releasing the fragrance of lavender and pumpkin spice upon impact. It was a relief to Dolly that the family knew all too well that was her favorite calming fragrance as Ernest and Dorian climbed up onto the bed as emotional support abominations.

“It's going to be alright, we’ll find Envy and they’re gonna be just fine.” Ernest started, finally getting to have a word with his blood donor.

“Especially after eating, they seem calmer once there’s something on their stomach.” Dorian added before getting a bit of an elbow to the chest by Ernest.

“I dunno you guys, Envy’s mother hurt them before and damn it she’s done it once again..” Dolly glanced at the clay abominations created from her blood.

“Well that’s the good thing about it, you now have motivation to hunt this asshole down once Envy is safe. She is afterall originally descended from a prey species, made even easier as this bitch has completely deluded herself into thinking herself as untouchable.” Ernest's attempt to comfort turned into one of encouraging predation on the horrible human hermit crab.

“That’s right, this Dante monster will likely not expect to be hunted down by an apex predator at all, she’s definitely thinking you’d be an easy target to capture given how she just sent Sloth to pick you up. Yah got this one for sure.” Ernest joined in on the encouragement of hunting Dante down like the deer Dolly normally would hunt.

“You understand that when I hunt, I hunt to eat, right? I don’t think I’d like eating something that’s rotting horrifically like that woman.” Dolly made a face of disgust, less about having to hunt a person and more about the idea of tasting something rotting to make Dolly gag a bit.

“It’d be a mercy killing with terrorizing the daylights out of this terrible person, it evens out.” Ernest reasoned, mainly because he wasn’t picky about the state of his meat.

“I suppose I could pierce her skull, that should make the death quick and painless.” Dolly thought about it for a little bit.

“No, no, you should draw it out a bit and enjoy the playtime before making the kill.” Ernest’s advice was rather terrible, made even worse with Dorian’s support about prolonging the death.

“Dear gods, you both sound like Envy right about now…” Dolly came to the realization that the two little clay monsters were starting to say things Envy would say.

“That’s because Envy has pretty good ideas when not being used to torment the general public, I prefer focusing my wrath on the government and corrupt officials in general which Dante clearly deserves at this point.” Ernest shrugged a bit, clearly he was going to uphold the family matra of being hostile towards government officials in general.

“Well that’s a good thing to know you have some sort of moral compass there..” Dolly was relieved that Ernest wasn’t a murder hobo like Envy in that regard.

“We both have a moral compass, sure I don’t eat people, mainly because they’re kinda gross from the start, but when I see assholes, I like to torment them.” Dorian clarified on his own behalf, especially after the yellowjacket incident.

“The best I can sum this up is that bad people don’t deserve swift deaths, they deserve to suffer horribly and be made to beg for the sweet embrace of death.” Ernest shrugged as if that was a very reasonable course of action.

“I guess we should be glad Freddy isn’t upstairs to hear all that…” Dolly came to accept that Ernest was indeed more chaotic good rather and there was nothing to be done about it.

“Well Face Fur isn’t up here right now, so let’s not bring that dumpster fire into the conversation.” Dorian pouted a bit that Freddy was being brought back up once more.

“Exactly! Let's just focus on how to torment that hideously old lady from hell and then we can move on with our existence with those donut gardens to harvest fresh donuts daily from.” Ernest gave a wide smile upon thinking about those fanciful thoughts of growing donuts from the earth itself.

“Dude, seriously, donuts are baked, not grown..” Dorian gave his brother a disbelieving look that Ernest was still holding fast to the donuts being plants theory.

“A guy can dream can’t he? Plus they’re clearly a plant because of all the different cultivars out there for the donut.” Ernest was fully offended that no one seemed to realize that donuts were in fact a plant to be harvested rather than the falsehood of it being baked.

“Oh no, Dorian’s right, donuts are made not grown…how about I bake some donuts later and show you, okay?” Dolly calmly offered as she made a mental note to privately give Ernest some science lessons once this mess was done and over with.

“Wait..you can make them yourself?” Ernest looked at Dolly in awe upon hearing that being offered to him. “Well yeah, there are some flavors I like that are hard to get at times, so I learned how to make those instead at home.” Dolly said softly as she started to relax a little bit with talks of baking instead of hunting down a horrible person to torture to death.

“I’ll take you up on that offer, if you make donuts then I’ll believe you that they’re made. However, will you hunt down the wretched creature?” Ernest brought back the original point of the topic, hoping the bloody torture route would be taken. “How about we leave that offer to Envy once we find them? I think it’d be more than fair to let Envy pick out what they want to do about that deplorable monster of a mother.” Dolly compromised as to end the persuasion to torture from a Mister Ernest the Tormentor.

“Good point, Envy should get a say on what should be done about their disgraceful mother. Envy can be pretty creative with how to execute a person too given that they made that rather delightful skull mug not too long ago.” Ernest conceded to the fact it was more than fair to let Envy have that choice seeing as they were the victim in all of this.

“Provided they allow actual team work for a change rather than going about this alone once more..” Dolly said as the waves of regret filled her on not pressing the importance of teamwork onto Envy during the dinner meeting.

“Dolly you know Envy well enough by now like I have, they’re gonna go for that kill and relish it on their own terms.” Dorian had to gently point out to Dolly that this was Envy they were talking about and how notoriously stubborn the homunculus was.

“Okay that’s pretty fair too…Envy has a pretty thick skull when it comes to doing things solo…” Dolly resigned that Envy was a stubborn fool at times that did more harm than good to themself.

“Ultimately that would be as you said Envy’s choice, so who knows, they could’ve learned a lesson why teamwork is important after this incident.” Ernest decided to at least give Dolly a little optimist thought that maybe, just maybe Envy actually learned something from this stunt.

“Hopefully they did, but I am worried, how is Envy going to react if either the Elrics or Freddy attempt to reverse the hijacking? They were pretty hostile towards both parties beforehand.” Dolly said in a softer than normal voice, her body getting ready to start the sleeping process a lot sooner than normal.

“That one I’m not entirely sure about, but if it does come to that, you can handle Envy pretty well since no offense, they’ve taken to you as an emotional support creature like us.” Dorian started to cuddle up sensing it’s about time to go asleep even if the turd did have a train bed of his own.

“Yeah, like Dorian said.” Ernest agreed with the statement, they were all designated support creatures for Envy’s own emotional wellbeing.

With that Dolly’s eyes finally closed for the day, her body screaming for the rest that it desired after the massive teleportation that had been performed. Ernest and Dorian too followed Dolly’s lead into resting as this had been a day too for them finally being reunited as well as getting chased down by a deranged, angry homunculus. The night was silent as if it knew all too well a storm was coming and it was going to come a lot faster than planned. Dolly’s dreams were filled with nightmares of someone crying out for help, anyones’ help even if they had hated them beforehand. There was a feeling of being powerless to even do anything about the situation as the cries continued in a chorus of chaos before a morbid silence surrounded the entire scene. The silence was soon broken by deranged growls and roars, thrashing as though whatever this thing was, it was clearly trying to break loose. As strong as Dolly was, there was just nothing, absolutely nothing she could do about it as the sound of slithering could be heard breaking through whatever barrier was set up to contain the creature and into the outside world.

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allforafro · 1 year ago

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I don't even know what it is or allforafro reads people's theories after chapter 236 of jujutsu kaisen

Ok, I don't even know where to start because these are some random chaotic thoughts that came to my mind after reading some theories about how Gojo didn't really die.

Sorry for all the mistakes but this is crazy

After reading the first volume, which ends with Yuji's death at the end, there is a scene (to paraphrase) of Itadori telling Fushiguro to live on. I thought the manga would end with the only one of the main trio to survive being Megumi. It would be along the lines that Yuji cursed Megumi to live on or something like that. However, when Gege made Sukuna possess Fushiguro I wasn't so sure anymore. To be honest, I still don't fully understand how all these techniques, curses and other jujutsu things work. But I think there is a chance that Fushiguro will break free from under Sukuna's influence. From what I remember Sukuna still, hasn't consumed all of his fingers, which may mean that he may not be able to fully control Fushiguro, whose ten shadow technique allows for some pretty amazing things (seriously I've never been able to fathom why this technique could be that good).

Now I will discuss the part of the theory that all Gojo fans are waiting for. As a big fan of Gojo I seriously love this guy it's for him that I started reading jujutsu kaisen, I was surprised at how easily I came to terms with his death, even though before his fight with Sukuna I vowed that I would hate Gege and stop reading jujutsu. I've seen a lot of theories from people talking about how it could be that Gojo would survive being cut in half after all (Darth Maul style lol). Someone in one of their theories (I don't remember who in which one) mentioned Toji, the fact that even though he died he was suddenly restored in Shibuya and it dawned on me. Gojo's outfit in the fight with Sukuna resembles the one Toji was in when he fought Gojo and died. This old grandmother (I can't remember her name) summoned Toji's soul in her grandson's body but Toji was too strong and got out of her control. What if something like this can happen in Gojo's case? I doubt that any of those watching the Gojo vs Sukuna bout would be crazy enough to do it but what if someone from the Gojo clan does it, it would be an interesting introduction of other members of his clan.

Imagine Gojo dies reconciled to his failure, he leaves without regrets (the scene where he talks to Yaga about the fact that according to Yaga theory no sorcerer leaves without regrets is good. Well but seriously Gojo has come to terms with the fact that he has to kill Geto and let his soul go and now he dies without regret, is Gojo some kind of Buddhist saint or what they are referred to in that religion [sorry but I don't know about Japanese beliefs]) and here he suddenly wakes up and finds out that his family has raised him from the dead.

I don't know if this could happen and if Gojo could somehow return, but I wouldn't be mad at Gege for definitely killing Gojo.

Now let's get to the craziest part of the deliberations, which is that I am a delulu who believes that Nobara is still alive.

The old rule of fiction says we haven't seen the body means the person may be alive.

We saw Nobara get hit by Mahito and lying on the ground unconscious. And that was the end of showing anything of Kugisaki. The next piece of information we have about her is when much later after Shibuya Itadori asks Fushiguro what about Kugisaki. Nothing got said directly then Itadori assumed Nobara was dead. Well good only why would Megumi hide from Yuji the fact that Kugisaki is alive? In one of my theories I wrote about how Kugisaki's cursed technique might prove to be the best weapon to fight Kenjaku.

(ok theoretically I didn't write it in this theory but I had it in mind. or maybe I wrote about it in another theory or I read someone writing about it, but I don't remember it. I'm sorry, but I haven't been interested in jujutsu for a long time to remember things that happened a long time ago)

So what if Nobara is alive but this fact got concealed from most people precisely because Kugisaki may prove crucial in defeating Kenjaku. Only a narrow circle of the most trusted people know that girl is in fact alive. But why can't Itadori know that? What if Fushiguro doesn't know about it either? Or maybe none of the students know about it but Shoko and Utahime, and the situation with Kugisaki may be similar to Itadori's when Gojo hid that he was alive. I think Utahime may think that someone else is working with Kenjaku, and therefore to avoid leaking information she is hiding the fact that Nobara is alive.

Or maybe I think this way because I really want Nobara to still be alive. So I can well understand people's desire for Gojo to still be alive. However, Gege has surprised me many times so one has to wait to see what will happen.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk 236 #jujutsu kaisen theory #jjk theory #gojo satoru #nobara kugisaki #gojo satoru is a baby

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