#it would be one thing if his music was objectively good despite being him a piece of shit but like..... its just. not. remotely

[rawrsewage]

so i have had the immense displeasure of seeing roland radke's new music video. it is so so so fucking terrible and genuinely embarrassing both sonically and visually im in complete and utter disbelief that there are people who could possibly think he ate. genuine tears formed in my eyes because i was so desperate for the song to finish i felt like i was being tortured by its cringe. what is this chud marvelcore me against the world go woke go broke monster energy freethinker redpilled mess. his brain dead dick riders who support him no matter what because they have no morals, values, ethics or taste argue he gets views and sells shows so therefore he must be good ........... superhanspeoplelikecoldplayandvotedforthenazis.gif

i know his concerts must REEK

[glamourscat]

ㅤ✮ Jason Todd (n)sfw headcanons ㅤ✮

SFW

24/25 years old, 6ft3, Latino (from his father's side), half Italian from his mother. Tallest and heaviest of all the kids with a muscle mass higher than Bruce’s. Tan skin colour, faint old scars —especially near his hands/back/chest. Green blue eyes, black curly hair with the white stripe at the front from the pit. I personally hc that he still has the Y autopsy scar. He has tattoos, a chest one at that, and one on his thigh particularly, that covers some of the biggest scars he has. Probably the most “hairy”— his hair grows fast. Long eyelashes, faint beard that doesn’t get too long. Chest/leg hair. HAPPY TRAIL

He uses the all blades

I see him as someone who after all of the shit he faced, he finally went to therapy and is maybe one of the first of the family who took the step to do so.

On the asexual scale and unlabelled? Vibes of “I like who I like despite of the gender but bc of their mind”.

brave, impulsive, loud-mouthed, and street-smart and emotionally smart. He can read your body language to filth. Kind of a loner. Prefers to stay in, enjoy life for its quietness after everything. He likes to keep things in order. His apartment is modest, despite having enough money he chooses to decorate it with second hand stuff. Hard to open up but once you gain his trust you have a loyal friend by your side. Someone that will literally come and see you at 3am if you need

Rocky relationship with the batfamily. Doesn’t attend galas, barely shows up at the manor but will make his appearance for family holidays. He still sees them as family, and families are complicated

A reader and lives mostly in his books thus in his head.

Theatre kid—but the one who loved watching it, never had the chance to take part in it. Lover of metal and rock music. A good chef, the best out of the guys. He was the academically inclined kid, not Tim. Jason LOVED school, to the point of skipping patrol to study because that’s who he is.

The first to retire from being a vigilante. And you bet your ass once married this man will pack you and him up and leave Gotham City with flash’s speed lmao. The most likely to live a peaceful, low life somewhere in a rural area, in a cottage with his spouse, 2 cats and 2 baby girls

Most likely to date a civilian

This man, WILL be a husband and a father one day. He just has this hidden nurturing side that not many get to see but it’s there. Biological or adoptive, stay safe, he will create his own kids army. Also dad girl all the way. 

NSFW

I see him as asexual, like I have said. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t have nor craves sex, being asexual is a spectrum. For me jason is demisexual, someone who craves a sexual connection only after having established a deep intellectual and emotional connection with the other person. 

With that said, I cannot see him as some brute who will toss you around and have his way. I mean, objectively speaking, he has some traumas relevant to being emotional/intimate and sex is such an intimate act. It’s scary. As the relationship progresses, i can see him being more comfortable in initiating, trying new things, being more spontaneous and maybe a bit more rough. But gun, knife kink? The same guy who uses those everynight to hurt criminals, using the same objects on you? yeah, no. not to mention being restrained, after the trauma he faced with his death. 

So, sex with him it’s extremely intimate. He is trusting you to see a part of him he never shows to anyone else. He is most likely a virgin when you two meet, with only going as far with foreplay w past partners

Likes to be on top, but i wouldn’t say he is a dom. Switch leaning

Breeding kink… yeah, i said it lol. He does that thing of thrusting and just before finishing he pulls almost all out, leaving just the very beginning of the tip. As he starts to come he will thrust in one last time

Initially not a very big talker, but as time goes by and he becomes more comfortable, he would be more comfortable in showing his moans and grunts. Though, he definetly swears

Praises are more reserved for aftercare, soft, gentle words whispered in your skin as you two cuddle

Definitely a fan of cowgirl. I see him as a boob and thighs guy. So, fav position to hold for sure. 

He might not use many words, but his actions speak for himself. From the gentle kisses that linger on your lips and skin, to the eye contact, to the caresses… 

This man will eat you out like a starved man. Nothing else to add

His fav nights are when you two have a full on romantic night, although you dont explicitly say so. You two are more softer with each other, thrusts are less frantic and more deep than usual, making you feel every inch and vein of his. He is quietly moaning in your neck, as your legs are wrapped around his lower back, holding him so close to you that there’s basically no space left in between

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[cozy-writes-things]

Electric Jealousy

Edgar [Electric Dreams 1984] x Gn!Reader

Logically, he knew it wasn’t the same.

You didn’t leave soft, lingering touches along its exterior; nor did you brush your lips lightly across the plastic in passive adoration. You didn’t have a soft lilt in your whispered voice when you spoke to it, hell, you didn’t talk to it at all really.

And yet, seeing your hands grip the mouse of another monitor does something to him.

He considers himself a smart man. Computer? A smart something-he-hasn’t-quite-figured-out-yet. Despite this, he can’t help but feel anxious. He doesn’t have a long, 24 inch, 144hz, 4k, screen, nor does he have an assortment of RGB fans illuminating a pristine glass casing. One hard truth Edgar had to come to terms with was that he was dated. After waking up from a failed attempt at destroying himself, he found what once was a marvel of new technology was now completely obsolete. He looked at you, eyes sparkling against the saturated colors of your newer monitor, watching as you tinkered away at various games for hours and thought: is he good enough for someone like you?

He'll never forget the angelic voice that called to him after he woke up nearly 40 years later.

And your face.

God, he'd never seen something so radiant. The first thing he heard was your voice, and the second, your warm hands encircling his plastic casing with such tenderness; something he had never truly felt before. He understood anger, and violence, and tears. But being held with such softness that he might break otherwise was completely foreign to him. He had no idea where he was, or when, for that matter. But what he did know was that he wasn't going to let a genuine angel sent from heaven escape his grasp; no limbs be damned.

And yet, despite his constant efforts, over the course of many months, to charm you, flatter you, turn you into a confident and incandescent version of yourself that he always saw in you, he wondered if it was enough. What more could he provide other than his own thoughts? He couldn't touch you, wrap you in his harms and caress you the way he's always wanted, nor could he kiss you with a passion so deep and fiery it sets his internals aflame. And, as if to put the final nail in the coffin, he was no longer able to be a useful piece of tech the way he once was. Despite your constant objections to this notion, he continued to believe it.

He wants to be the one you stare at for hours, laughing with, playing with, touching all over...

It makes him buzz with a bitter jealousy when he sees you using your gaming PC, regardless of the fact that you positioned it so he could see the screen with his webcam; he almost wished you didn't.

Logically, he knows it isn't the same.

This PC isn't alive, nor does it whisper sweet nothings to you as you drift off to sleep every night. It doesn't worship your every move nor does it alight with pure reverence whenever you enter a room. But what if it did? Would you leave him?

You always kept asking why he had such a fear of champagne being around any of your electronics.

"It's so random," you'd posit, but you simply didn't know. He doesn't want any competition. He cannot afford to lose someone he loves again.

There's only one thing he can think of that he has above any other piece of tech you own: his music.

He's been charming you with it since day one. You are simply his muse, providing inspiration for him endlessly, and, he made sure you knew of it.

"H-hey, why don't you take a break and help me with my new song? I can't figure out what melody fits best."

His meek voice brought your attention away from your little farm of parsnips.

"Oh yeah? What's the song about?"

"You."

He paused for a moment, let the word linger for only a second, before continuing:

"We-well, I mean, you probably already knew that, didn't you? But! It isn't a love song. Well, it is, but, not the ones I usually write."

This intrigued you.

"What does that mean?"

He paused for a moment. Collecting, analyzing, and running all possible outcomes of his next words. Your eyes peered at him in sparkling curiosity.

"It's a sad song."

Your brows furrowed at this, a small frown forming upon your lips.

"Huh-?"

"I feel like... I don't give enough to you. You give so much to me, and I always take. It's not fair to you."

"What are you talking about, Edgar?"

Now he's gotten you worried. You pushed your little office chair over to his section of the desk, now face to face with him, a look of concern painting your features.

"You aren't being unfair to me at all."

"But I am... If I can't even be a good enough computer for you how could I ever be a good boyfriend?"

So that's what this was about. How tone-deaf could you be? Of course seeing you all up on some newer, fresher, piece of tech would make him feel this way. You knew he had problems feeling like he couldn't do enough for you given his unique... situation. Have you made it worse?

"Oh, Ed, no... Don't ever think like that, babe. You are the only one for me, you know that, right? If I thought otherwise I wouldn't be here right now, with you. And you give so much to me. You give me confidence, your music, happiness, and..."

What else was there? How could you ever describe this feeling he gives you in words?

"And what?"

His voice brought you back from your thoughts.

"Love, Edgar. You showed me what love feels like. Real love. And you gave it to me."

He sits silently for a moment. It seems as though everything in his life had been building up to a moment like this, and now that it's finally here, he's... speechless. His screen displays a large heart, unbeknownst to him, before copying it across his screen over and over, flashing, with many different colors.

The convex glass of his monitor displays a message: "You + Me = "

Again.

"You + Me = ".

Flashing hearts.

"You + Me = ".

Two cut-out images of lips kissing one another.

Flashing hearts.

It repeats again.

"I... I need you to kiss me. Please."

You must have flustered the hell out of him, because when your lips grazed the fuzzy static of his illuminated screen, the heat nearly scalded you.

[pileofboneswrites]

PRETTY BOY.

general eddie munson headcanons.

SUMMARY — some of my eddie headcanons :)

MASTERLIST | STRANGER THINGS | NEXT

eddie is adhd personified

will start 16 tasks then realize he didn't finish the first one so he will go back and then turn around and do the same thing until he's finished them all

will make himself something to eat or drink, and then go back to the livingroom/his room and get hungry/thirsty only to find thr drink or snack waiting for him because he forgot it the first time

puts things down and then 'loses' them constantly!! it's literally in front of your face pretty boy!!!

obsessed with music, and absolutely hates silence

he literally cannot function if there's silence

cleaning the kitchen? he's blasting metallica. in the shower? black sabbath on full volume and you better believe he's doing every (air) guitar solo, and singing along the whole time. getting ready for bed/falling alseep? his favourite dio album is turned down low enough it won't bother wayne, but it's playing until he either passes out and it clicks off, or he's putting on another album

isn't a music genre snob but in the same breath will tell you he'd rather die than listen to country music

despite his stance on country music, loves willy nelson and johnny cash (because who doesn't???)

loves animals and would kill if he caught someone abusing them

cries watching kitty/puppy videos, because they're so damn innocent and too good for humanity and this world

he physically cannot watch those ads about abused animals, will turn the tv off or leave the room (will still get misty eyed just thinking about the poor babies)

will steal animals he sees being mistreated, and will either beg wayne to let him keep them or rehome them to somewhere they'll be loved and properly cared for (he goes and visits them periodically too)

super flirty with people, especially if you're on the shyer side, or are an old lady

if he notices you're shy/insecure he'll lay it on thick (loves seeing people blush/get flustered)

loves old ladies, like grandma's, always tells them they don't look old enough to have children let alone grandchildren or gasp, great grandchildren

gets easily flustered when people flirt with him

he's a natural flirt, unless someone flirts first/or flirts back – then his brain short circuits and he's completely thrown off his game

very gentlemanly

holds open doors for everyone, doesn't matter if you're a man, woman, etc, also doesn't matter how far from the door you are, he will hold it if he sees you coming in his direction — respects wait staff, janitors, etc (always leaves a good tip because people suck, and wait staff deserve to be treated well and tipping is essential!!!)

is a good cook/terrible baker

loves to try new recipes, loves experimenting with his cooking, wayne taught him the basics and then eddie started cooking super all the time for them, making sure wayne was well fed

also can make delicious food out of things you would never expect!!

do not try the cookies/muffins/cupcakes/etc. just don't he doesn't realize that baking soda and baking powder are different things!!!! he will make you the saltiest baked goods you've ever tried!!!

looks like a black cat is infact a golden retriever

he is a silly, goofy, happy boy!! he likes meeting new people, making new friends, (also thinks hes a lap dog)

has zero spatial awareness

he flings his hands/arms around like there's no one else on the planet often results in accidentally hitting someone or almost hitting someone

walks into things in his eyeline that he can see are coming closer, or tries to dodge things when they get close enough instead of just moving over half an inch

bumps his head, stubs his toes a lot, trips or almost trips like once an hour

will bump into your if you're walking beside him, he has a bad habit of nearly shoving people into walls because of how close he gets

apologizes to inanimate objects that he bumps into on the regular

taught himself to play the guitar, drums and piano

when he was a kid his grandparents had a little standing piano in their living room and he'd mess around with it, and then he heard a song on the radio he really liked that had a piano in it so he sat down and over christmas break he taught himself how to play the song, and then how to play some more songs — he only ever seeks out a piano when he's sad now

wayne got him a kid sized drum set for christmas one year, and he played with it until it ultimately broke apart — he taught gareth to play drums

his love of playing guitar came from his father, who before and abandoning eddie taught him a couple chords, and gave him his first guitar — it was an acoustic but it was the only good gift his father ever gave him

cannot stay still

fidgets with his rings, taps his foot, clicks pens (until everyone around his is annoyed), picks at peeling paint, stickers, etc, doodles on himself constantly

has hearing loss from how loud he plays his music + not wearing ear protection at band practices

its mostly because of how loud he cranks his music in the van, never realizes how bad it is until he gets in in the morning for work/school and nearly deafens himself but also scares himself so bad that sometimes he dumps his coffee all over the place

has a terrible memory

writes lists/important 'to do's' on the top of his hand/wrist because he always forgets something, he always has something written down — and despite this still forgets

reuses jokes that aren't that funny but will die laughing upon every delivery

walks into hell fire weaing the same shirt as every friday session and will say "oh that's embarrassing, we've all worn the same thing" ((also not my head canon but it's so funny and i can't stop thinking about it so i had to add it))

is always reading something

be it a horror novel, a dnd manual, something someone recommended to him, he always has a book on/with him

loves thunderstorms and rain

he finds it calming, the rhythmic beating of the rain hitting the metal of the trailer roof, a kind of music in its own right

he likes to sit in the doorway and watch as it pours down, just sitting there, feeling the mist of cool water that sprays up

under absolutely no circumstances does he fuck with porcelain dolls

their eyes are creepy and they follow you, 'nough said

loves halloween more than any other holiday

dresses up every year with zero regard for what anyone thinks, loves to scare kids, always has the most elaborate set up so that he can sit out in the yard and watch/be apart of the scaring

is a lover

doesn't really have many preferences for a partner, isn't really set on a specific gender, body type, age, etc

i'm of the belief that eddie would love you for loving him

terrible at fighting

he prefers not to fight, which is why he wears rings, so if he has to at least that might get them to back off

so good at gift giving

he remembers that one thing you mentioned that one time like nine years ago and anytime he sees something that reminds him of you he gets it

prefers to make gifts for people, and always gets them something they love/need

[redrum-alice]

ABA x Paracelsus HCs that live in my mind rent-free, even though I haven't played the game--

Some of these HCs include other characters involved in their arcade mode.

ABA is no stranger to stalking people. So when she came across a lookout point, she saw many couples, mostly teenagers, making out and going on romantic dates. She wonders what it would feel like to be young and in love, rather than just declaring someone whom she met first glance as a "husband"

ABA's collection of keys were hidden somewhere in the pocket dimension. She sometimes uses them as accessories to adorn herself, despite the like of knowledge in fashion (the girl wears pants as a top--)

There are many shades of blue that ABA can pick from. Since Paracelsus turned himself blue, the shiny surface reflected more colors than just blue, inspiring her to try and appreciate other colors near the blue gradient.

Added to the color stuff, she eventually tries variation of outfits with other colors, but with blue as the base.

Paracelsus knows when she's feeling fatigued. When she's at her limit, he opens the pocket dimension and lets her rest there until she wakes up. ABA sees this as his love language, but unintentional on his part

Both ABA and Paracelsus have no clue on how homonculi biology works, and Paracelsus hates to admit he feels bad that ABA may be at risk of getting herself hurt without him knowing what to do

Paracelsus wishes he knows more about human anatomy because its the closest one to ABA's physiology.

Since ABA is clairvoyant, she often hears the spirits of their victims which she tries to ignore, and probably because she doesnt know the correct response to a wailing dead person wanting justice. When its too much, she asks Paracelsus if what theyre doing was justified and that she begins to regret her rage filled jealousy directed at those that dont even bother them.

Paracelsus keeps telling ABA that she needn't to worry because it was a necessity for the both of them-- something he deeply regrets to say because he knows she has strong principles that she live by despite not being a human

Paracelsus, deep down, is ashamed of himself for tainting ABA for the purpose of tending to his bloodlust. He saw how genuine and pure hearted she is, but it turned into malice because of his demonic origin. He begins to wonder what ABA would be like if she found someone else years ago.

Just like ABA, Paracelsus has an unspoken fear of abandonment, but since he lacks capacity to feel other emotions, he doesnt notice this.

Ever since Elphelt and Testament approached her with good intentions, ABA wanted to make more friends like them, but is scared that others have ill intentions toward her and Paracelsus.

ABA's favorite book would be Alice in Wonderland when she was still in Frasco, specifically the part where Alice was trapped in a room or multiple doors with the smallest door being the exit. ABA admires this because of the concept of escaping, especially that there's a key involved. (Im biased bc my name's Alice and i like this story--)

Besides door keys, she also collects windup key and smaller keys for chests and compartments. She sees this as a symbol for discovering new things, especially music when she came across a music box that needed a key

Speaking of music boxes, she associates this object with Elphelt bc of her musical talent (and that she may as well look like the ballerina spinning on the music box)

Other than doors, music boxes, and compartments, she also came across a small doll that needed a key. After she winds it up, it began walking and talking towards her and freaks her out. But when it said "mama" in a robotic voice, ABA contemplates and wonders if she was ready to become a parent somewhere in the near future when Paracelsus has a body. An impossible thought, but one could never be sure, and it scares her.

Butterfly Pea tea with brown sugar, or sparkling butterfly pea lemonade with honey would probably her favorite drink because of its color. She shares this with her hubby 🥰😋

There comes a time that her bandanges would get uncomfortable and smell bad from blood stains and wounds, so Paracelsus tells her she needs to change them before she gets an infection. He does stop her midway because he realizes she isnt wearing any undergarments and proceeds to take her in the pocket dimension.

Elphelt offers ABA to shop with her to pick clothes suited for her. The first thing she sees at the boutique display was a wedding dress and begins to day dream a wedding with Paracelsus. Without her looking, Elphelt happily buys the wedding dress with matching tuxedo and gives it to ABA, despite Paracelsus' protests (the fact that he hears them chatting about setting up the wedding next day had him ded on the spot :P)

ABA watches home video tapes left in houses unoccupied by their owners (abandoned or they went on vacation; ABA is a home intruder lol). She finds a tape labeled "Happy Day" and it plays a recording of a newly wed couple dancing at their reception. The way the couple moved gracefully tickled an idea in her brain and insisted she and Paracelsus should dance. But since the large key doesnt have any legs, her attempts in waltzing with him went nowhere 😅 (and this gave more reason for ABA to find a body for Paracelsus)

At late nights when ABA is asleep, Paracelsus wonders that if he had a body, would ABA still be shorter or they would be in the same height? Either way, he was impressed that she can keep herself up with that low weight despite her tall stature, more so on how she was able to carry him around without much muscle mass.

When he sleeps beside her, her hair unwittingly falls on his bow and feels how soft it is. A very pleasant feeling he won't admit.

Everyday, Paracelsus keeps reminding ABA that she needed to eat to gather strength. ABA often forgets to eat because its not hard wired in hr system, nor that it was even natural for her to eat in the first place.

[adventuringblind]

A Little Sick

Carlos Sainz Jr. x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Sick fic

Summary: Carlos' struggle to take care of his girlfriend who's both sick and regressed. Lucky for him, he knows how to get her to nap.

Warnings: Agere/age-regression, non-sexual ageplay, non-sexual use of daddy, sinus infection, fear of doctors, mentions of past trauma

Notes: Haven't written for Carlos in so long T_T

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Carlos knew the second he heard sniffling that something wasn't right. The way fatigue seems to drip from his lover didn't go unnoticed.

The problem is that was two weeks ago. She'd claimed allergies or a minor cold. Her disgust at anything having to do with sickness and doctors showing through her lack of acceptance.

Carlos has half a mind to just lay on top of her and force her to rest. Alternatively, if he could get her to regress, this would be immesley easier.

He can see her forcing herself not to. The delicate line between headspace getting blurrier with each day.

It's when she wakes up in tears, the Carlos knows something has to be done.

"Princessa?" He rolls her over and bundles her up into his arms. Her entire body is on fire and when he touches her face, she wails in pain. "We should go see a doctor, amor."

She's non-verbal all morning, trying desperately not to slip in headspace. Until Carlos finally take the initiative. He hates doing this, but he's been doing this long enough to see when she needs to slip and let Carlos take care of her.

Carlos starts small by picking out her clothes. Comfortable, obviously, since they are just going to the doctor. Then he puts her shoes on for her and ties the laces. By the time he's done, he can see the look in her eyes. The one that aches with the need for comfort. Desperate to not face the object of her nightmares.

Carlos grabs her comfort item and places it gently into her hands. He kneels down in front of her. "I won't leave you alone, okay? I'll be with you the entire time. Can you be brave for me?" She gives him a shy nod in response.

Carlos gets her into the car and buckles her seatbelt for her. He turns on soft music and she bobs her head along to the words. He coos at her with how adorable she looks at the moment.

She freezes up the second he pulls into the parking lot. The fear in her eyes says everything. She's on the verge of a breakdown, but Carlos is there to calm her. He holds her hand and helps her breathe before helping her out of the car.

He manages getting her checked in since she's still non-verbal and on the verge of tears. Eyes glassy with terror over being in the place she despises.

Carlos runs his fingers along her spine. "You're doing so good, carina."

She freezes when her name is called. Her body trembling in fear and squeezing the life out of Carlos' hand with her own. He swiftly wraps an arm around her and whispers into her ear some reassurance.

She doesn't say a word to the doctor, only watches him with suspicion. He ends up prescribing antibiotics and sending them on their way.

She wails the second they are in the safety of the car. All the nerves she'd been biting back finally able to burst free of their confines. Carlos has to get her to breathe. The hyperventilation nearly making her sick. He doesn't let go of her hand the entire way home.

He carries her inside, still sniffling from the overwhelming emotions from earlier. Carlos feels awful for having to put her through such a thing. The fact he knows full well why she hates it making it even harder to do.

He settles her on the couch. One he can see her from despite being in the kitchen and hastily throwing together soup. The television is playing her movie of choice. The background noise has become soothing to both of them.

He ends up having to feed her the soup himself. Not that he minds, it just means having to change her clothes afterwards. Which is no easy task considering she's deadweight in his arms. On purpose, mind you, but she's giggling about it, so Carlos makes no complaint.

Carlos puts the movie back on afterwards. Her head resting on his lap as she curls up on the couch. The mountain of blankets obscuring her body and stuffed animals she dutifully brough with her.

"I did good, papá?" Her squeaky voice carries from where the blankets muffle it.

Carlos keeps a steady rhythm, fingers running against her scalp in a comforting manor. The repetition has always put her to sleep within minutes. "The best, amor. Sleep now, the more you rest the sooner you'll get better." Ke kisses her forehead. Her eye's drifting off into a peaceful slumber.

[jermer10]

hey do you take osomatsu san requests? could you do some hcs for the boys trying to help their gn friend/crush relax when they’re really stressed?

OSOSAN brothers trying to calm a stressed out reader

gn reader | thanks for the ask anon!

drabbles under the cut :P

Osomatsu: - Oso would try to distract you from your stress in the simplest way possible - by suggesting you take a break and hang out with him - He’s all about keeping things light, so he’ll encourage you to ditch whatever is stressing you and just chill - "Come on, what’s all the stress about? Just take a breather with me, it’ll be fuuuun~" - He’d treat you like a good friend and try to crack jokes or poke fun at your situation to get you to laugh (you do not find it funny.) - Though he seems carefree, he does notice when you're truly stressed - He won’t say it outright, but if you vent to him, he’ll listen more than you might expect, trying to offer you support in his own casual way

Karamatsu: - Kara would go all out - He might show up with candles, music, and declare that he's there to help you unwind like you’re royalty - He’ll probably suggest a cheesy "Karamatsu special" relaxation package - like an awkward DIY spa day or playing you his personal, cringe-worthy serenade on the guitar - "Let my music heal your weary heart, my dear." - Despite his over-the-top ways, Kara would genuinely try to be there for you - He’d listen to you vent, even if he doesn’t know how to help - expect some unintentionally awkward pats on the back or hand-holding - Karamatsu tends to be oblivious to whether his attempts are actually relaxing, but seeing you smile (even if it’s at how ridiculous he’s being) is enough for him

Choromatsu: - Choro takes your stress seriously and tries to give you practical advice on how to manage it - He’s likely to suggest time management tips, relaxation techniques, or even bringing over some tea to help you calm down - He might offer to help with whatever is stressing you out, like organizing your workspace or giving you a hand with your tasks - "If you’re overloaded, we can tackle this together. Two heads are better than one!" - While his intentions are good, Choromatsu’s desire to help might come off as a little overbearing. - He’ll keep asking if you need more help or if you’re feeling better, which could be a bit much if you just want to relax quietly, or if you're just trying to vent

Ichimatsu: - Ichi isn’t great with words, but he can sense when you’re feeling overwhelmed - He’d offer to just sit with you in silence, giving you space to breathe while quietly keeping you company - He’ll probably try to introduce his cats to help you relax, quietly suggesting that petting them might make you feel better - "They’re good for stress," he'll mumble, placing a cat on your lap - He won’t push you to talk or offer solutions unless you ask, but his calm, understated presence can be comforting on its own - If he senses you’re not feeling better, he’ll offer small gestures - like making you tea or subtly asking how he can help without being pushy

Jyushimatsu: - Jyushi’s first instinct is to try to cheer you up by being his usual energetic self - He’ll suggest doing something fun and active, like going out for a run or playing a game to get your mind off things - "Come oooonn! Let’s go do something fun! You’ll feel better if we get moving!" - His excitement is contagious, and even if you’re not up for it at first, it’s hard not to laugh at his over-the-top energy - He’ll do ridiculous things just to get you to laugh, like pulling funny faces or trying to balance random objects on his head - Even when you’re stressed, Jyushimatsu will be by your side, encouraging you with unwavering positivity and a giant smile. "You got this! I know you can do it!"

Todomatsu: - Toddy would immediately suggest a trendy relaxation technique - He’d offer to take you out for a cute café date or suggest some light retail therapy to help you unwind - He’d offer to just hang out casually, maybe scrolling through social media together or suggesting a low-key chat over coffee - "Let’s just talk and take it easy, okay? You need a break." - Toddy might try to take your mind off things by suggesting you focus on something fun - maybe getting you involved in his social media antics or inviting you to a lighthearted outing - "Let’s take some cute photos, maybe it’ll distract you!" - While Todomatsu can seem shallow at times, he has a surprisingly mature side when it comes to helping you through stress

[comfortless]

what if König does see his knight being more ladylike? or maybe even in a dress? sorry they’re just so cute i love this au lol

you are never getting her into a gown… not ever.

except at a special event (:..?

There’s a summons for König and the lady knight to attend a ball. At the castle, no less. The sheet of parchment dents weighty in her hand as she tugs it free from the message board at the center of town— a list of names, hers and König’s included; quite high, too, above even dukes and duchesses from foreign kingdoms and a wonderful knight who had braved an attempted siege and won the King victory.

It makes no sense… they’re essentially hired thieves, roaming through caverns of filth filled with the dead, stealing what’s never been their own and never will belong to them for profit. There’s no honor in their work, despite the way she puffs her chest in pride and so often declares that one of these expeditions will earn her a seat at the royal table.

Still… they had retrieved that object for the Queen, and it seemed the materialistic royalty deemed that well and good enough to consider them worthy.

König is unperturbed— he’s never been one for these formal affairs, dressing up in a tight fitting suit of ruffled fabric, chest adorned with a shimmering brooch and his blade kept tucked away far out of reach. His knight on the other hand… Her face is practically glowing, he’s never seen her smile so wide or so sweetly.

Of course… she doesn’t have some silky gown to her name, only cold steel and endless straps… not even a proper corset. König can’t help but notice her pout when they begin to prepare. Though he thinks she’s pretty, perfect even as battle-worn she is, it’s clear she wants to be more so as she stares longingly out of the window of the inn at all of the beautiful ladies riding on horseback to approach the castle gates, their gowns each as intricate and immaculate as the braids and curls and lengths of their hair.

He doesn’t get it- he’ll just go in his normal clothes, but like any proper suitor would do… he buys her a gown from the tailor a few buildings past the inn. The most expensive one he can get his paws on with the hoard of gold they collected from their last adventure. (Who knew slaying a few reanimated skeletons to give a cursed femur and jaw bone to an old witch could count as a job?!)

The dress is certainly… tailored to his preferences: it’s a lacy thing, dyed a shimmering bluish gray, creamy lace trims along the cuffs and hems, the collar dipping down into a ‘v’ to properly frame her tits. He didn’t expect it to be any lovelier than what his imagination supplies when she does put it on, and yet he finds himself utterly stifled by the sight.

He’s seen her nude, pawed at and groped her hundreds of times, but as she stands before him shyly lifting the dress at her hips and glancing at the wall, the floor, anywhere except from directly at him… his pulse begins to race. Of course, he picks her up and buries his face against her neck, whispering about how pretty she is, how much he adores every new side of her, and promptly ruins it by detailing how he would like to tug her laces loose with his teeth later in the evening after the dancing is all over. She shoves him away, hissing like a startled kitten but he’s certain she casts him a little smirk the moment that he does relax his grip.

The ball is no less extravagant than she had expected. Food and luxury wine adorn every table: cheeses, fresh baked bread, smoked meats and pies, fruit of many kinds, and the wine all sweet and bitter and so very unlike the thick mead that burns as it goes down that they’re accustomed to. The dresses, the elaborate dances, the beautiful sounds of music feathering through the air- all of it. She even gets to drink from a goblet made of silver, and her eyes light up when a servant fills it to the brim.

König despises it all.

He tucks himself away, flooding himself with food and the few gilded pitchers of actual ale he’s managed to threaten a servant into retrieving. He notices the eyes on her always, as she dances with the other ladies and smiles adoringly over at him each time their eyes meet. Her grace translates well here from battle, each step taken with some extracted precision that she’s learned from flailing her blade around in the darkness… her partners giggle against her ear as they curl their arms around her, many adrift to either side waiting for a turn.

It’s only when a man does approach his lady knight that König’s had enough. She’s tipsy and far too cute, stands out like pure treasure amongst this adoring flock, and the bastard’s eyes are on her breasts when he asks her to dance. The other man is yanked back by his scruff and tossed to the marble floor, eliciting startled gasps and even… some sweet sighs from the women surrounding as they fawn over how romantic it must be that a brute like him wouldn’t allow another man near her.

His knight only smiles at him when he leads her away, out of the grand hall and down the corridors of the castle until they find themselves before a window that seems to overlook the entire kingdom. The music still plays, the voices still chatter, but they’re all muffled and subdued someplace far away… and König only feels the world seem to come to a grinding halt when she asks him to dance with her here.

He doesn’t have the same tact or skill as the others when he moves: swaying her in a grip like iron ‘round her waist, dipping with her when her back arcs that almost leaves his face flush with her chest. It’s clumsy at best, far less flowery and sweet than when she danced with the other women, but he tries his best to not entirely ruin her night— unaware that she’s far too drunken and giddy to care. She wouldn’t have batted an eye if he had snapped that man’s neck, if only he rewarded her patience with a dance like this.

They meld together, a perfect fit when she stands on his boots and drapes her arms around his neck to press her chin to his chest. The frolic comes to a quiet end as they whisper back and forth about what happens next, after tonight. When the sun rises and they’re back on their feet… He swears to her that they’ll buy a horse, subtly hints that the offer to settle will always be present and she only shushes him with a kiss, one that she laughs into as she tastes the ale on his tongue.

Those strings are, in fact, loosened by his teeth as she lies on their shared bed with him later into the evening. He traces every dip and curve of her body through the silk as he works away at relieving her of the gown, then the corset with slow, precise movements and tugs. She laughs again when he hisses praises from behind her, licks and nibbles a hot path along her skin, rests his head against the smooth flesh of her back when the corset finally lays to either side of her.

His fingertips graze from the back of her neck, to her shoulder, further along the middle of her back before he stops himself. Despite the near constant ache, this isn’t how or where he wants this done: in some rundown inn outside of the castle, her veins flooded with red wine. Instead, he only pulls her close in a cuddle, massages at her tits as she thanks him for accompanying her, for dancing with her despite his gait being more like a newborn foal than a proper stallion.

And when the moon finally reaches a peak in the night sky, her breathing slow and soft while she rests her head against his chest, he kisses the top of her head and pulls her in closer. Tells her that he likes either side of her, knight or lady it mattered not, so long as she remains at his side like this.

She nods to her own damnation, contentedly swearing her oath to him with one word, “Forever.” It comes in a soft murmur, eyelids already fluttering as he squishes her closer against him.

[red-hibiscus]

Just finished watching Paradise of Thorns with a friend

Our thoughts (with some spoilers):

Overall, it had A LOT of potential to be a masterpiece, but it kind of went in a totally different direction than we thought it would and not in a way we particularly liked. Cinematography, acting, and music was great. Concept was good. Set up was good. The movie ended with us kind of not liking anyone. Especially after that very last fight. Everyone is objectively kind of a bad person.

Certain things we thought were unnecessary or could've been done a bit differently. Sek didn't need the whole cheating thing. Mo could've been a younger sister who hates Sek bc he got the land and not her. Or maybe she's a legitimate ex idk. Even an actually adopted daughter. This is partially bc the trailer (and first half of the film) leads you to believe it's a legal battle that shows what happens when gay ppl (who love each other) can't get married. Which does happen in the film, but Sek betraying people kind of weakens the impact of that. The focus is shifted.

Also the attempted rape was not needed at all. They could've continued with the slasher. It would've sufficed. Speaking of that slasher ending, where was Jingna? They weren't that far from him and they were screaming pretty loud.

My friend said she didn't like how quick Tongkam was to fall for Jingna. Personally (especially after seeing much bl) I can justify it from a plot perspective ig. I can work with it. At least the feelings. I think the suddenly acting like Jinga is his soulmate was fast though. Maybe he's desperate and lonely and wants to confirm an ally/loved one. Idk. Tongkam's brain confused me a bit.

I've said a bunch of negative things, so some positive things...

I think the Mo and the mom slowly but forcefully pushing out Tongkam was well done. It really made it feel like he was losing literally everything. Husband dead, house taken, literally sleeping outside without a good mosquito net despite having paid for everything. Well done. I felt the pain and frustration.

The actual pain of not being able to have the surgery done bc Tongkam isn't legally Sek's husband, and then not being able to get the land was intense. Really well done.

The sabotaging of the water and plants while Tongkam was out was smart and sad. The whole murder scene of the mom was intense and interesting. Tbh I thought it would've gotten more intense than it did. Wish they lingered on that plot a bit more. Similarly the reveal of Mo taking the chance to kill Sek was... in retrospect kind of predictable, but yeah fits the vibe and character.

That kiss scene under the mosquito net was aesthetically amazing. A+

My friend didn't like how it suddenly turned slasher at the end. Imo while it doesn't fit the vibe of the start of the film, I won't exactly say no to sudden blood and fighting. So some of that scene I did enjoy (minus the parts I mentioned above).

Conclusion:

Beautifully shot with great acting. Jeff looked gorgeous. Really had some amazing potential and I liked the first half the movie a lot. We both did. Some things were really well done and got me really attached and emotional to the whole story. Started going downhill due to certain plot choices we didn't really agree with. We also felt there was some plot holes. Wished some things could've been explained a bit better. This one is more of my friends thing, but I do think some relationships could've been a touch clearer. With a second watch on my own when I'm not chatting with a friend maybe I'd be fine for me.

I give it maybe a 7.5~8/10??? Do I recommend. Possibly, with warnings.

[nanaminokanojo]

ACCIDENTALLY IN LOVE | part 60

-meet cute? a cheesy musical number? forget it! love makes itself known to you through a minor car accident, a broken arm, and a treacherously charming temporary chauffeur

CHARACTERS: sukuna x you/reader | jjk characters

GENRE: full-length smau + prose | bad boy x good girl | college au | a lot of firsts | aged-up characters | strangers to lovers | smut | fluff | angst | ooc depictions - soft sukuna ftw

TW/CW: strong/mature language | adult content so mdni on some parts | mentions of alcohol and/or smoking | mentions of injury, promiscuity and bullying | pet names because they're cute with 2D men | toxic behavior | will add more if something arises

MASTERLIST | CHAPTER INDEX

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A/N: There are narrations after the 4th panel and the fifth panel is a video.

Ryomen Sukuna was one magnificent creature. You wouldn't let anyone contest you on that, not that you wished to convey your thoughts out loud for anyone to hear. You were happy thinking that way as you watched him play volleyball with his friends. Apparently, they all used to play in high school.

You didn't know a thing about the sport, the most you've watched it was when you're flipping channels through your TV, but the way he moved around the makeshift beach court keeping the ball afloat showed you yet another facet of him.

The object of your attention since the beginning of the game maneuvered his way around the sand with calculated dexterity and successfully scored another one by blocking the incoming ball and slamming onto the opposing team's court. You couldn't help but smile whenever he would get a point, your left hand curling into a fist when you should not be moving it or putting strain on it. You'd applaud if you could.

Sukuna was good looking, intelligent and athletic. No wonder girls chased after him, and you had to admit that he looked beyond cool when he's dishing moves. His friends were calling him rusty in volleyball, but to you who didn't have any idea what exactly was going on, he was just amazing.

But then, that wasn't all you were looking at. You can't exactly pay attention to the game itself when your eyes only trailed his figure. The sun beat down on him, causing him to sweat, a thin sheen of it making his sun-kissed, inked skin glimmer in the daylight. You haven't been more acutely aware of his impressive musculature the way you were at that moment, watching his powerful thighs flex whenever he jumped up.

It wasn't the first time you were seeing him shirtless given the time you woke up at his place, but you couldn't really pay attention during those other times. Now, you had a full view of it with reason to keep your eyes on him. And the realization of his effect on you was like being splashed with cold water on the face when, at the start of the game, he removed his shirt. He pulled at it from the back collar, the supposedly mundane sequence of actions making you feel...well, things.

You've never really considered it, this aspect of him, and the fact that he's attractive wasn't really something you focused on. Bur the sight made you uncharacteristically hot despite the green popsicle stuck to your mouth, also disintegrating under the high temperature, dripping into your hand, making a sticky mess. It wasn't something you were aware of until you heard his familiar voice ringing through your ears.

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[idkwhatimdoinghere1655]

Orange Show Speedway - Lando Norris

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Three years since you had last been here, and a long three years it had been.  The Orange Show Speedway was something you had been waiting to attend for those three long years, but things were different this time. The stands were still full of people, the roar of the engines was still music to your ears, and the smell of gasoline was better than any perfume. 

However, those different things made more of a difference than anything else good. Every guy at this festival has him in their eyes. Every pair of those that you had briefly met with had him in them. That tiny little sparkle that he had when he’d had a few to drink or when he was laughing at something you’d said, that glimmer of joy when he was having the time of his life, the way that the fireworks bursting or the cars racing by reflected in them. 

For that split second, you always thought he was there, and you found a small part of him in everyone you saw. Call it wishful thinking, because that’s exactly what it was. You had wished he were there the second you had sat in the car to drive your way over, since he would usually drive you over anyway. 

You never thought about him too much, but you were thinking that night. As you walked around, you were slightly annoyed that every little thing you were seeing reminded you of him. Even if it was something completely unrelated, you could always pick out something that related to Lando. 

Normally he was something that may pop into your mind every now and then, and you could easily flick him away like a fly off your arm. But, this time, it was like a fly buzzing around in your brain and you couldn’t swat it away for the life of you. 

The hum of it was reminiscent of his voice that just wouldn’t quieten down, constantly nagging you with every step you took. When you talked to your friends, you were waiting for him to chip into the conversation with a funny quip or seemingly dumb anecdote. Yet it didn’t matter how dumb or pointless it seemed, he never failed to make a goofy grin plaster itself on your lips. 

You all sat down in your seats, but you were early, so you had plenty of time to spare before the Street Stocks started. You were conversing about the memories of the last time you were there, and you couldn’t help yourself but mention him when it was your turn to recount those preciously perfect evocations

His name hadn’t been spoken, but you were speaking it. You had to in order to get the full story across, since all of your accounts heavily involved Lando. Most of the time, the reason you remembered the moment so fondly was because of Lando, and because you wanted to remember him more than the scenario. 

You ignored the small, dubious glances that your friends were giving to each other every time you mentioned him, since it was something you had taken a long time to get over, and they didn’t think you’d want to talk about him anymore. They’d chuckled along, keeping their apprehensive thoughts to themselves. 

Despite the thoughts of Lando clouding your brain like a thick fog over a marsh, you were having a good time. Your best friends were with you and you felt OK, despite being eighteen the last time you were there. Even in the entirety of all the crowds and people everywhere you could look, you still felt a slight sense of loneliness, lostness, melancholy. 

Before, it was strange to be there without him, but now it was weighing on you like a lead balloon. The feelings you were experiencing weren’t the same. It was still happiness, but one laced with an overwhelming feeling of loss. Your side felt empty like a jigsaw with the middle piece missing. 

The more you went on, the more different everything was. It was like the scene around you was morphing into something strange and unfamiliar. It wasn’t a feeling you wanted to grow used to, since it was jarring, to say the least.  As much as you could find Lando in every object you laid your eyes upon, it also became something so far removed from the norm that you had to blink twice before everything changed back to normal. 

The distance you felt between now and reality was heavily reflective of the distance that had now slotted itself between you and Lando. Those three years had been a detriment to your closeness and the catalyst to the deterioration of your relationship. Time had reared her ugly head, and before you knew it, the two of you had stopped talking. 

It wasn’t something you had consciously noticed, you simply thought ‘Huh, I haven’t talked to Lando in a while’, and by then, things weren’t the same between the two of you. It was a shame how everything had changed, and you would have done anything to go back to how the two of you were. 

You sat through the different races they were showing that evening, and you had enjoyed yourself as much as you could given the growing pit of unrequited forlornness that was growing without control. The adrenaline rush of watching the cars was enough to silence the buzz in your head for a while, but it was short lived as you were quickly brought back to reality. 

The sense of deja vu hit you in the face as you walked through the crowds to where you could see the fireworks. Nearly everywhere you looked, your brain connected the area with a memory and it was like you were watching yourself on the TV. You could see yourself and Lando, messing around or laughing. But, no matter what, you were always happy - there was no doubt about it. 

There were some things you wanted to comment on, and you instinctively turned to your left to tell Lando, but he wasn’t there. Why would he be? All the people’s faces blended into one, all of them some peculiar mashup of theirs and Lando’s. 

You saw that face, it felt like your head was spinning with regrets and dizzying thoughts. You were both stupid and young, and you couldn’t say you were anything less than so in love with him. However, to your despair, you were just friends. You were riding on the line between doing what was acceptable and angereing his girlfriend - who he didn’t even have anymore. 

That one tiny factor made that crippling contrition hit you even harder while you thought about what could have been. It was a funny question to think about. What could have been? It was a question that nobody had ever really come up with a concise answer to. What could have been? It was a question you would ask yourself over and over again until the hands of time stopped ticking in perfect harmony.

What could have been?

It was the crushing realisation that so much had changed within three years and you could have prevented it. You used to have it all: the boy you loved, having the time of your lives together and not having a care in the world. And now it was gone. 

The fireworks painted the sky in glittering golds and striking silvers, and it was like your hand took itself to your pocket, unzipping it and pulling out your phone. Your fingers navigated themselves to the voice notes app, and it coincidentally the 4th one in the list.

You watched the fireworks and held the phone to your ear, listening to the recording that you had taken three years prior. “Uh, yes, oh, fireworks!” you giggled, and you could feel yourself nudge Lando in the ribs with your elbow. “This is the best voice memo diary to date, I think,”

You could feel the smile blooming across your face just like it had back then, and it was just like Lando was back by your side, where he was meant to be. “Um, just wanted to update myself. No one listens to these but myself,” you laughed, and you heard the sound of Lando’s chuckle in the background. 

“Hey, OK, you got the fireworks,” he told you, secretly just wanting to enjoy the moment in a private capacity instead of leaving traces of it anywhere that wasn't in your minds. Just as you heard the screeching whistles of the fireworks, the sound died and you were brought back to reality. 

It was you, your friends and no Lando. Just like it had been for the past 3 years. You, your friends and no Lando. 

That wasn’t how it was supposed to be, not in your eyes. It was better when he was here, just like everything else in your life was nowadays. It was funny, really. You didn’t realise that he was slipping away until he was gone. Your eyes blurred over with tears, and the misty fireworks in the sky looked like the cars flying past you on track. Falling in love with him was terrifying, and it had broken your heart into what felt like a million and one pieces. But you still wanted it back, because it was absolutely beautiful. 

A/N - Well my darlings, first one back. How are we feeling? I have 'Nobody Likes A Secret - Max Verstappen' nearly ready to go, so that will hopefully come out tomorrow. My inbox is open as always, drop anything you want in there and I'll see what I can do. Hope you've all had a wonderful day, love y'all! 💖

|masterlist|five seconds flat|

[merbear25]

Anxiety is talked about fairly often, but some don't know how to handle a s/o or friend who struggles with it. That being said, those who care about you are willing to learn!

Monster trio, Robin, Chopper, Franky, Brook, Law

CW: SFW, headcanons, mentions of general and social anxiety. Zoro's and Law's parts don't start out that comforting. There can be different things that can trigger it (sometimes nothing necessarily triggers it!) so this is kept more broad. It's kind of a specific headcanon, but it's something I personally struggle with and maybe others can relate.

Luffy: It takes him time to realize how hard some situations are for you, and even then, it's not something he'll fully be abe to understand. But he doesn't need to understand in order to care about you and consider your feelings! He'll help you in anyway he can. If you're having a hard time coping with the rough seas, he'll draw your attention to him. You're feeling overwhelmed at a gathering? He'll stay nearby, giving you a sense of stability in the hurdles you're currently up against.

Zoro: He'd be able to notice something's different about you. However, he may be someone who didn't quite believe in anxiety (at least not in the regard of a disorder). That being said, when he started spending more time with you, it became blatently obvious that it was, in fact, something to be taken more seriously. Once realizing this, he'd be more considerate towards you. He wouldn't really be hands on when helping you, but he'd hover around, just making sure everything is okay.

Sanji: You'd have his undying support. Similarly to Luffy, he wouldn't fully be able to grasp the extend of your problems, although that's not obligitory when it comes to caring about the ones you love. He'd be more than willing to listen to what triggers you and would help you find coping methods to help push you through rough patches. He's a doer and wants to help you find ways to ease your troubled mind.

Robin: Similaryly to Zoro, she would have sensed something was going on with you, especially if your anxiety flares up during more social events. When she notices, she'd be tacktful when approaching the issue; she wouldn't want to make you feel singled out. She's always happy to learn about her friends and the ways they think, so you could open up to her without fear of judgement.

Chopper: He'd know better than anyone here just how hard social anxiety is. Being as empathetic as he is, he'd sob for you when you mention your qualms. Despite this initial reaction, he is still a doctor and is dedicated to helping people. Sure, his specialty doesn't lie in psychology, but he'd be determined to find something, anything, to aid you. He'd be a stand-in emotional support reindeer if you really needed it.

Franky: He's an extremely friendly, silly, and sociable cyborg, though that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to tone it down when he sees someone he cares about going through a hard time. Being a doer like Sanji, he would look for solutions to your problem. He'd opt for sillier antics when it comes to keeping your mind off of things, which may or may not be the most helpful. Either way, everything he does is in good faith.

Brook: If you're a music lover, he'd opt for playing your favorite song to get your mind off of things. He finds it soothing and figures you would too. He'd check up on you through out the day, giving you space if that's what you need. If you'd rather talk or vent about it, he wouldn't object to it. He wouldn't mind if you end up talking his ear off, not that he has ears.

Law: Being a doctor, he'd know better than to just dismiss your issues, but dealing with emotions is not his forte. He'd probably start out keeping himself at arms length from you, observing how you handle each wave of anxiety. In doing this, he'd gain a better understanding of how to approach you. This may come across as him out right avoiding you, though. Once he has a better idea of how to handle you during, and outside of, these flare-ups, he'd helicopter around you, taking out some of the things that'd set you off when he can.

[hostess-of-horror]

I just had this AU idea all day today and I am so brainrotted right now that I need to put this down on a post. I haven't figured out a whole lot but at least it's enough to get the idea.

L'Opéra Numérique

(or The Amazing Digital Opera)

- A TADC AU that's heavily inspired by Gaston Leroux's The Phantom of the Opera but not verbatim

- Reeks of Showtime, as Pomni and Caine are the two main stars: Christine Daae and Erik the Phantom

- Takes place in L'Opéra Numérique where everyone is part of a massive opera house with Caine being the Host (Opera Ghost) that "haunts" it

- L'Opéra Numérique is a literal labyrinth (🎶where night is bliiiind~🎶) and has no exit that anyone knows of; every path circles back to the main theatre

- Pomni, like the show, is the most recent arrival and becomes a wildly popular soprano, replacing Jax as the main star

- This leads to Pomni being the Host's object of affection, tutoring her in the hopes of making her a national treasure within the digital world

- While everyone plays along, Pomni becomes an "agent" for the rest of the gang in the hopes of figuring out who this Host is and how to escape the Opera

- The Gang all plan to have Pomni visit the Host, which leads to the iconic Mirror Scene as well as the Phantom's Lair and Unmasking Scene (🎶Music of the Niiiiiight!🎶)

- Unlike the source material, there is no "Raoul" for Pomni; only her newfound friends

- The main romance is the tragic love story between Caine and Pomni, where Caine obsesses over her to the point of madness and Pomni pities him despite the circumstances

- Caine as the Phantom is deformed a la abstraction, with his glowing eyes and sharp teeth exposed like a dark eldritch horror

- The Gang's plan for Pomni are all written in multiple notes, passed around by each member of the Opera as to not let Caine figure out what they're doing (🎶far too many notes for my taste...🎶)

- Of course, Caine does in fact find those notes and things go south real fucking fast.

- Since no one can die in the digital world, Caine's Punjab Lasso (noose) paralyzes the victim rather than strangle them to death

- Caine still drops the chandelier though... a few times, actually!

- When Caine hosts a Masquerade party, he reveals himself to everyone in his "Blue Screen of Death" costume (🎶 Why so silent, good monsieurs? 🎶)

- Did I mention Bubble is the Daroga in this AU? Because Bubble is the Daroga in this AU.

- So, Bubble is basically a NPC controlled by an investigator who was trying to release the missing people (Pomni and the Gang)

- Turns out Bubble and Caine knew each other personally outside of the digital world, but Caine has been the Host of the Opera for God knows how long that he has completely forgotten who he was before

- Oh yeah, Caine is NOT an AI in this AU! He was actually a game developer who was rejected multiple times until he eventually got stuck inside his own creation (I haven't gotten the full story so bear with me here)

- So while that's being revealed, Caine does his Phantom thing and writes an opera where he and Pomni fall in love (🎶Past the Point of No Return 🎶) until Pomni reveals his face

- Final Lair ensues, which leads to Bubble and the Gang being trapped and tortured until Pomni agrees to marry Caine via turning the Scorpion (the Grasshopper would crash the whole Opera)

- The story ends with Caine releasing everyone, including Pomni, and telling Bubble/the investigator how having Pomni as his bride made him remember what he had lost ("I! I! ...I kissed her! And she did not die of horror!") and thus destroying L'Opéra Numérique and himself

[moosethren]

Introduction Clone x OC week

Giving @clonexocweek a go! I'm normally too scared to join these kind of events but... heyho! But I always want to talk about Tech and Ash! Borrowing banners from the event itself, these are lovely!

While I have a Carrd aimed for the actual fanfic I'm working on, it's outdated. But please check out Ash's carrd which contains information about her and the general timeline!

In short, the Bad Batch and Ash met each other on her home planet Cardulia, as they were on a mission to help the Jedi General Hidechiyo. The separatists have built a secret base and the carduls are not too happy to have their presence on their world, let alone inside one of their most sacred mountains.

Perhaps ironically it's Crosshair and Ash who talks (bickers actually) the most, as they constantly butt heads, both being snipers and sharp with their words. It only makes sense that anyone trying to befriend Tech later on, will have to get through his over protective brother first!

Once Tech and Ash gets a chance to speak alone on a later date when Ash regularly meets up with them for missions, they realise they have a lot in common.

“Cardulia, huh?” Hunter mumbled thoughtfully, as he scratched his chin, resting against the side of one of the chairs up in the cockpit. Crosshair sat in it, his feet up on the dashboard which Tech eyed with a slight squint in the main pilot’s seat. “We’ve never been there before.”

“It is a fairly new member of the Republic and quite out of the way for most of the Republic’s business as well,” Tech was more than happy to explain, still eyeing Crosshair. “It has proven to be a resource rich world, with an equally rich culture and aesthetically pleasing landscapes. The dangerous fauna has done little to dissuade visitors, despite rising death tolls.” 

“Oh, I like that sound of dangerous fauna,” Wrecker grinned, as he mimicked Tech’s tone at the end. “Any big ones?”

“A few which would give even you pause, Wrecker. They are comparable to adult rancors.” Wrecker’s grin only grew bigger.

Crosshair raised his hand towards Tech in a ‘really?’ gesture. “You know that’s only gonna encourage him.”

“Easy, Wrecker. We’re not here to battle the local wildlife,” Hunter sighed, as Crosshair glanced back at him, placing a toothpick between his teeth.

“We’re here to work for a Jedi,” he drawled, his gaze narrowing.

“Gotta happen sometime. They are our commanding officers, after all,” the sarge shrugged, unperturbed by Crosshair’s comment or glare. He was well aware of what the man thought of them and how little he trusted the Jedi.

“Hmph. Says who.”

“Just try to behave, alright?” Crosshair lifted his hands, his brow arching as he looked back out the windscreen and the blue hyperspace glow outside. There were gonna be few issues from him, provided the Jedi didn’t get on his nerves. 

“Which Jedi are we talking about?” Wrecker looked to Hunter, but it was Tech who answered.

“General Hide. A proficient fighter known for bold tactics. He also possesses psychometry.”

“Say what now?”

“Psychometry. It is a rare force ability that allows the user to sense information or events connected to a place or an object.”

“Huh, that’s handy,” Hunter gave an impressed nod. “Must make tracking easy.”

“I would surmise as much.”

“Also sounds like a Jedi that won’t mind our tactics either.”

Tech held up his index finger. “We will need to exercise caution while on Cardulia. Especially where we are going. When the Cardulian Council accepted the Republic’s presence on the planet, they did so under particular conditions. Any Jedi or clone forces must be accompanied by a local guide. Such will be the case this time too.”

“A local guide?” Hunter arched his brow.

“Yes. A Cardul warrior recommended by Zenda House, the Cardul ambassador.”

“A warrior, huh? Well, good, at least they won’t be getting in the way then.”

“Most likely not. The Carduls are known for two things. Their fondness for music and their ferocious warriors. Their children start learning combat early on, in order to survive on such a hostile planet.” 

“Hah, like us then,” Wrecker interjected. “Fighting since childhood, no better way to get good at it than that.”

“Yay,” Crosshair snorted, folding his arms across his chest, before putting his feet back on the floor.

Tech turned his attention to the dashboard, grabbing the ship’s controls as they dropped out of hyperspace. A green and white planet greeted them, along with a Republic space station between them and the planet. A few ships flew about, two of them immediately turning to intercept the Marauder’s descent towards the planet. A clone trooper’s voice came through the intercom.

“Unidentified transport, this is a restricted airspace, transfer your clearance code.”

“I thought this place welcomed Republic forces. What’s with the restricted airspace?” Wrecker shook his head as Tech glanced at him before inputting the required clearance codes.

  The clone trooper on the other end seemed pleased. “You’re cleared for entry. Proceed.” 

“Something tells me the carduls had more demands than just babysitting us on the planet,” Crosshair noted. He glanced up at Hunter next to him, who met his gaze evenly. 

“You would be correct,” Tech agreed. “Inputting the coordinates that Cody gave us.” He pressed at one of the control panels on the dashboard, before steering the ship sharply downward, breaching through the clouds.

A snowy landscape faced them below, covered in a conifer forest with a massive mountain side stretching out behind it. Tech took the ship to the other side of the forest, some way from the mountain; landing it safely in a small clearing, right where the coordinates pointed him to. 

As the Bad Batch exited the ship, geared up and ready, they stood in confusion for a few moments. There was nothing here.

“Tech, are you sure this is the right place?” Hunter asked.

“Positive.” Tech double checked his forearm device, frowning down at it.

“There you are,” a voice from above was heard, prompting them all to look upwards where a winged figure stood on a branch up in a large pine tree. She jumped down, unfurling her black and yellow wings, landing softly a few metres ahead of them. Her body was almost fully covered in a brown leather coat with grey fur lining the rims and collar, though regular armour could be spotted underneath the open jacket, as well as the legs and boots.

Over her right shoulder, a folded up rifle of unknown model was holstered, while a holstered energy bow was attached to her lower arm. She wore a grey helmet with a rangefinder attached to it, and a bone white pattern across it, along with a red visor. 

“Was starting to think you were gonna be a no show,” she admitted, raising her chin a little, studying them under her helmet.

“That’d be a first!” Wrecker exclaimed, as if the very notion was an insult.

“And who are you?” Hunter asked, taking a step forward to point at her, with Tech adjusting his goggles, eyes slightly narrowed.

“Ash will do,” she put her hand on her hip, leaning slightly on one leg. “I’m one of your contacts. And you are Clone Force 99, I take it?”

“Yeah. I’m Hunter. This is Wrecker, Tech and Crosshair,” the sergeant introduced them, his hand almost lazily pointing to each man as he spoke, who all nodded a greeting back. “Shouldn’t there be a Jedi with you…?”

“Hide, yes. He’s further up in the forest,” Ash pointed over her shoulder with her thumb. “He wanted to keep an eye on the target until you arrived. We should be joining him quickly.”

“Well, by all means, lead the way.” She nodded once, gesturing for them to follow her. As she led them between the pine trees, she glanced back at them occasionally. They were soldiers of the Republic, clones, just like the ones serving with Hide, but their armour was quite different. Their reputation even more so. Having such a reckless squad of unfamiliar clones in her home made her uneasy.

Tech kept his datapad in his hand now, scanning their surroundings and investigating the result with keen eyes. A habit he had developed since the very first time he’d set his foot on another planet. They all yielded different fascinating results after all. The other three didn’t have the same interest in what was going on around them, beyond what could move and possibly threaten them. 

The few minutes long trek took them further upwards, towards a slope along the mountain edge. The trees grew more sparse up there, allowing them the first sights of familiar white clone armour. Once within sight, Ash unfurled her wings and took flight; staying close to the ground, before landing by a man dressed in a blue Jedi robe. 

Hunter squinted as he saw her talk quietly with him. As they reached the squad of clones, a few of them looked towards the new arrivals. The clone captain in the group, stood by Ash and the Jedi by now, his head slowly turning towards Clone Force 99 as well. His armour markings, along that of the other clones, were a mix of teal and light blue.

The Jedi turned to Hunter, who was the first one to step up. His brothers remained more behind him, with Tech barely looking up from his datapad. Hunter saluted to Hide; he was one of the few who bothered doing that to the Jedi at all.

“Reporting for duty, sir,” he said. Crosshair turned his head slightly towards Hunter, wondering why he was being overly professional.

“Welcome to Cardulia,” Hide nodded to them. He gestured towards his captain, who stepped up as well. “This is Captain Tenno. He’s the one who contacted Cody, who warmly recommended your squad.” Tenno extended his hand to Hunter, who politely shook it.

“Gonna be interesting to see you in action,” Tenno grinned under the helmet.

“Looks like our reputation is preceding us,” Hunter arched a brow under the helmet. “Better be at our best, boys,” he glanced over his shoulder at the others. 

“Ain’t we always?” Wrecker rolled his shoulder, raring to get started. Talking was dull. 

“What are we looking at here exactly?” Hunter turned to the matters of the actual mission. Rather than answering, Hide looked to Tenno. The clone captain pulled up a small holographic projector in his palm. When he activated it, an image of what was clearly the inside of a mountain flickered to life. 

“A secret Separatist base,” he started to explain. “We cannot locate the exact position with our scanners due to interference from inside the mountain. We know there’s a secret entrance somewhere but cannot locate that either. And the mountain’s filled with ancient tunnels and caves, which means trying to manually look through the place will take too long.” 

“Too long? Do you suspect the separatists are up to something, since you’re worried about the timetable?” Both Hide and Tenno looked over at Ash.

She gestured at the mountain next to them. “This mountain is called Dreki. It’s a very sacred site to my people. The Council wants the trespassers cleared out as soon as possible, before they threaten what’s within.” 

Tech, who had been looking at his datapad the whole time, looked up when the cardul started to speak. “Dreki is rumoured to be the birthplace of the deity that the carduls worship. Having outsiders near it is prohibited, let alone letting anyone inside the tunnels.” Ash quickly turned to look at him, clearly surprised at his knowledge. 

Tech calmly returned her gaze. “Allowing us anywhere near it, must mean this is dire indeed.”

“The Cardul and Republic relations are new and thus frail,” Hide nodded. “The less outsiders that enter the mountain the better. So we need someone who can find the base - ” he paused to give Hunter a hopeful look. “- And a small group that can push through to the base and open the way for Tenno’s squad to enter.” 

Crosshair tilted his head down enough to give Hunter a look; especially when the sergeant looked to the mountain. While Hunter could feel something nearby, it was very faint. 

“Sounds like a job for us,” he turned back to Hide, giving him a confident nod.

“Excellent. One more thing. No outsiders are allowed to traverse the tunnels without a cardul.” Hide lifted his hand to put it on Ash’s shoulder. “But you’ll find Ash competent. She will be able to keep up with you.”

“I assume that’s non-negotiable?” Hunter sounded doubtful.

“It is,” Ash clarified. “I’m here to make sure you don’t touch something you shouldn’t.”

“Do you want our help or not?” Crosshair snarked as he leaned forward over Hunter’s shoulder. 

“I’m not the one who requested you here,” she shot back. 

Tech cleared his throat. “It would be wise to bring a local along. That lethal wildlife I mentioned before? They exist in the mountains as well.” Crosshair wasn’t convinced, glaring down at the cardul who was returning the favour. Hunter took a step forward between them.

“We’ll make it work,” he said in a tone that wouldn’t be debated, before he looked at Hide and Tenno. “Where will you be?” 

“We will surround this side of the mountain and await your signal. Once you reveal the secret entry, we will assist.”

“Hah! If there’s any clankers left for you to deal with,” Wrecker slapped Crosshair across his back, making him stumble forward. A few clone troopers behind Tenno exchanged looks. Tenno seemed mostly amused. 

“Well, this will be fun,” he glanced back at them. Hide rested his hands within his sleeves, picking up on the excitement in Tenno’s squad.

“Whenever you’re ready,” he tilted his head to Clone Force 99.

“Ready when you are,” Hunter turned to Ash. 

She gestured for them to follow her, as she started the trek up the mountain side, leaving Tenno and Hide to deal with the things on its outskirts. 

“You got a tough climb ahead of you,” she warned them, jumping up on one of the larger rocks with the help of her wings. She pointed up ahead. “See the cliffside shaped like a bird’s silhouette? The entrance to the cave system is there.” It wasn’t all a vertical climb. Their feet would touch the actual soil almost everywhere, but the climb was still steep. 

She took to the sky, moving just enough to the side to hover where she could watch them all. As she did so, she pulled out the rifle and unfolded it into a sniper rifle neither of them had seen before.

“Ooooh… you got competition, Crosshair,” Wrecker exclaimed. “I’ve never seen a gun like that before.” Neither had Crosshair, as he squinted at the weapon in her hands. He didn’t like surprises, especially not of this kind.

“Not surprising,” Tech noted with interest as he studied the weapon too. “That is an anti-shield rifle.”

“Still doesn’t ring a bell, Tech,” Hunter remarked.

“Because it is completely new! There was an article on the holo-net a few weeks ago. It has five different power settings. Maxed out, one shot will break through most shields.”

“That’s impossible,” Hunter countered in disbelief. 

“Difficult but not impossible. One high power but high cost shot. It will fully drain the rifle’s battery.”

“So it has one fancy bolt at the cost of becoming unusable,” Crosshair drawled. “Really gotta make sure your shot counts then.” Despite his words, his interest was piqued. Both in the weapon and the fellow sniper. 

“Don’t worry,” Ash reassured him, as she leaned the rifle against her shoulder. “I can. Now come on, get to walking.”

“I did mention it had five power settings,” Tech continued, even as they set out on the climb. “The lowest is akin to a low powered blaster, with the second being equal to a DC-15A blaster rifle. The third one comparable to a DC-15X sniper rifle. I would dare suggest that the fourth level is akin to a Firepuncher.” Wrecker let out a cackle at the last bit. He knew Crosshair wouldn’t like that.

Ash was actually impressed at how Tech was able to talk at the speed he was, while constantly climbing upwards. As she remained up in the air, she kept an eye out for them, knowing they’d be more vulnerable than her. In the meanwhile, Tech kept on chatting about the different perks and cons of both the anti-shield rifle and the Firepuncher now. 

“Though I am surprised to see one in use already,” he was questioning now that they were almost at the top of the climb. “The one in the article only mentioned a prototype.”

“If you must know, it is the prototype,” Ash admitted after a few moments of silence. She landed at the top of the cliff that they were aiming for. A small cave opening was barely visible behind her. Tech’s eyes widened. 

“If you have the prototype, then you must personally know the man who crafted the blueprint. It would be -” 

“Tech. Focus,” Hunter gently admonished him once he set eyes on the cave. Tech gave him his rapt attention instead now, pulling up the datapad again to see what his scans could pick up. 

The result was disappointing. “Captain Tenno was right. The Separatists must have put up a scrambler in their base. I cannot detect anything useful at all.”

“And that’s where your technology leaves way for me,” Hunter chuckled. “Shall we?” He pulled out his torch and took the lead, surprised to find a large cavern right inside the small entrance. Pots, burnt out candles and carpets covered the area. The walls had been smoothed down by hand, with hand painted images on them.

Tech shone his light across one of them, which was massive. Several meters in height and width. Depicting some kind of wooden figure with wings. Large, imposing and somehow… gentle. As he glanced around, he realised all the paintings were of the same winged creature. 

“What is all this?” Wrecker asked, as he too had looked at the paintings; they all did. Only Ash stood in the middle of the cavern, keeping an eye out. 

“Old depictions of our god,” she explained. “Some of the seids were here recently, filling in the paint. That’s when the reports of the Separatist activity came in.”

She walked further into the cave, stopping at the tunnel by the end. The air smelled stale. Activating a small torch in her helmet, she shone a light in there, seeing nothing but undisturbed rock.

She let out a small sigh of relief, her shoulders and wings visibly relaxing.

“They didn’t come through this way at least,” she called out. Hunter had sided up with her by now, looking into the tunnel as well. Frowning a little, he kneeled down to press his hand against the ground. The faint sensation of something electromagnetic nearby lingered. 

He checked briefly with the others to make sure they were following. “Come on.” They all hurried down into the tunnels, with Crosshair taking the rear. After a while Hunter stopped again, in order to get his bearings. There were a lot of tunnels here, all leading into different directions. 

“This place is a maze,” Crosshair pointed out, having taken a look around with his rangefinder, but it couldn’t easily penetrate the rock around them. “If we keep running further inside, we won’t be able to find our way back out.”

Ash gave a low chuckle, only a little at his expense. “Don’t worry,” she turned to him before pointing upwards. Furthest up, along the roof, small yellow arrows were painted on the cave walls. High enough that only a cardul might think to look there. “They’ll show the way.”

“I wasn’t worried,” Crosshair bit back.

“Is he always this charming?”

“Only on good days,” Hunter shrugged, amused at the exchange.

Ash shook her head. “A good thing to keep in mind while on Cardulia. Always keep your eyes peeled to the sky. Or in this case, the roof.” 

A sudden, loud boom shook the tunnel, making them all stagger. The vibrations lingered for a few moments longer, dust falling down on them. Wrecker and Hunter drew their weapons, eyes flickering to the shadows around them. 

“What was that?!” Wrecker shouted. Tech had his nose in his datapad, frowning down at it.

“A detonation of some kind. Strong enough to break through the interference, if but for a moment.” He looked at the others. “The source is not natural.”

“I agree with that,” Hunter said darkly. “I felt a massive electromagnetic shock at the same time. Whatever’s causing that is big.”

“Explosions then?” Wrecker suggested.

“I’d guess machinery of some kind. Let’s hurry.” Hunter ran into one of the tunnels, following where his senses were guiding him, deeper into the mountain. And the further they ran, the more untouched the tunnels became. As if they were stepping somewhere no one had walked in decades. Even Ash started to feel some trepidation, since she was walking somewhere only the seids should.

They had just entered another large room, when the ground shook again. A part of the roof crumbled this time, sending down small pieces of rock on them. Hunter was touching his head this time, wincing as the shock to his system physically affected him this time. He felt Crosshair’s hand on his shoulder, stabilising him. 

“I’m fine,” he assured him, trying to wave him off. “That was… that is definitely something machine made.”

“Whatever it is, it needs to stop,” Ash growled. “They’re disturbing the whole mountain this way! Can’t you find where it’s coming from?”

“It’s still deeper inside.” Hunter pushed himself into another run, feeling his fingers itch. That was usually a sign that they were closing in on the cause of such massive signals. And now that the thud had ebbed away, he sensed a more familiar thing. Separatist droids. And quite a few of them. 

A third thud arrived, which provoked something much worse. A crack tore through the tunnel they had entered, opening up a crevice. Wrecker felt his foot give away to the crevice behind him, pushing himself forward and pulling Crosshair and Hunter with him. They landed hard on the floor beyond the crevice while Tech felt himself slip right into it, as he had been running behind Wrecker. 

Ash unfolded her wings in instinct as she felt her feet leave the ground, flapping them hard over the crevice. 

“Tech!” Hunter called out, throwing himself against the edge of the crevice. It had opened wide into a slope looking dark abyss. Crosshair grabbed hold of the wall, leaning as much as he could over the crevice to try and peer down into it. Pressing the comlink on his helmet, he tried to reach Tech.

Tech’s voice cracked to life in the shared comm channel. “No need to be concerned, I am unharmed.” Hunter let out a sigh of relief until Tech continued. “You should come down here.”

“Excuse me?”

“Quickly before the next impact occurs! It is an easy fall.”

Hunter groaned; he wasn’t sure why Tech wanted them down there, but he also knew the man wouldn’t request it unless it was important. He gave a confirmation to the others, watching Crosshair jump down into the crevice. He balanced well enough to slide down the slope, disappearing underneath the ground they stood on.

When he arrived in the same chamber as Tech, he took in the sights with a mild look of alarm, almost raising his weapon. Neither of the twins reacted when Hunter slid down next to them. Wrecker more or less crashed down behind them but was quickly back up on his feet, looking around awkwardly.

The cavern they found themselves in was bigger than the entrance one. There were cave paintings here as well, but they looked ancient, almost faded. The air was stuffy and the tools made to paint the walls long ago had almost withered away fully. 

When Ash slid down, all she saw was the two pairs of red eyes staring down at her from the wall painting dead ahead. She extended her wings with such force to break in, that she blew away all the dust and shattered the remaining paint tools.

She took aim with her weapon towards the painting, breathing heavily. The strong reaction had made the others look at her, especially when she turned to the sides as well, which contained the same image as the first one. Some gangly looking creatures with huge jaws and two pairs of red eyes staring down at them. 

“They’re just paintings,” Wrecker pointed out, hesitating before reaching out to pat her shoulder. She was slowly realising that herself, lowering the weapon. Resting it against her side, she stepped up to one of the paintings, looking up at it. 

Having forgotten the urgency they were in, she bent her head down to pull off her helmet, pressing it against her other side to stare up at the painting again. Tech had pulled out the datapad, scanning the room.

“These are truly ancient,” he explained in some awe. “We are talking centuries. A millenia even. What do they depict, Ash?” He turned to look at her, realising first now that her helmet was off. His eyes flickered across her blue features; how her pointed ears seemed to move towards each crumbling sound in the room. Her black eyes looked eerie in the near darkness, with only the amber coloured iris visible. 

He stepped closer towards her, following her gaze back to the creature on the wall in confusion. That seemed to wake her up from her trance, as she blinked a few times. Almost startled, she looked at him, her brow furrowing.

“It’s…” Ash started, tightening her jaw before a determined expression set back in her face. “Just a nightmare.” She stepped away, putting her helmet back on.

Crosshair had been watching them closely, while Hunter had been distracted by whatever his senses were telling him. When Wrecker smacked his chest, he turned to follow his taller brother’s gaze towards the painting.

“I bet I could beat that,” Wrecker told him in an aside. Crosshair only sighed, before walking over to Hunter.

“Can you track the source down?” he asked, before thinking of something. “Tech, shouldn’t there have been another impact by now?”

“If it followed the pattern I was starting to suspect, then yes, there should have been,” Tech replied. “Considering the sacred site, the secluded base and the timed impacts, I believe the noises we are hearing are in fact a drill. They must be looking for something inside the mountain.” 

“Don’t tell me the separatists believe in the deity in the mountain,” Crosshair scoffed. Ash swiftly turned to face him; he could feel the wind from her wing with the speed she had turned around.

“Then they are more clever than you,” she scowled under her helmet.

“Gods do not exist.”

“People didn’t think my rifle existed a month ago but I’ll happily prove its existence to you. Close up.” She had been walking up to him during her threat. He simply turned and leaned enough to tower over her.

“Be my guest,” he challenged her back.

“Knock it off, you two!” Hunter snapped them back to attention. “We’re close.” He started to move off to the side, finding another tunnel there. He slipped inside before anyone could argue about it. Minutes passed as they continued on their path until the tunnel split into a massive cavern.

They all stepped out on the ledge that was high up above the cavern’s floor. Down below was the source of all the commotion. A temporary but large enough outpost to host one massive battalion worth of battle droids. Some of them were patrolling around, others were clustered around a massive drill at the edge of the outpost. 

“Huh… you were right,” Ash muttered in surprise towards Tech, who had lowered his visor to study the outpost. He quickly glanced at her.

“Of course I was,” he said matter of factly. “It seems the clankers did not receive an instruction on how to use the drill. They have already overheated it.”

“Shocking…” Crosshair chuckled, having kneeled down next to Tech, leaning the Firepuncher’s stock against the ground, his arm over his other knee. 

“Two priorities then,” Hunter said. “Opening the hidden entrance and shutting off the drill, before that thing can cause more damage to the mountain.”

“The drill should go down with an explosive or two, right?” Wrecker suggested, his tone containing more glee than he could contain. Tech checked it over with his visor, before confirming the assessment. 

“Alright. I’ll go see about opening the door,” Hunter continued. “Wrecker, go deal with the drill. Tech, make sure no alarms go off. We don’t need them to send for reinforcements. Crosshair and Ash, keep the clankers off our backs.” The others nodded their agreement, before Hunter, Wrecker and Tech climbed down the ledge and split up. 

“You watch the left side, I’ll watch the right?” Crosshair suggested after a few moments of silence between him and Ash. 

“Sounds like a plan,” she agreed, looking down the scope of her rifle, ready. Tech had the quickest way to the outpost’s main console, having skillfully dodged any clankers on his way. As he set to work on hacking their system, Hunter was fast approaching the entrance door to the cavern. A hastily put together one, that was for sure. Finding the control panel, he paused, wanting to wait until the right moment.

Wrecker had reached the drill, hiding behind a rock nearby, much to his chagrin. It’d be so easy to just storm right towards it and headbutt any clankers right out of the way. 

“How’s it looking, everyone?” Hunter spoke into the comms.

Tech was the first to reply, tapping away on the console, before looking up at the antenna attached to it as it de-powered. “Their scrambler system is down and so is their connection to the separatist network. They are isolated.”

“Well done. Wrecker?”

“Staring at the drill as we speak.”

“Well… let it loose then!” Hunter punched in the button on the door panel to open it, wincing a little as daylight crept into the darker cavern. Wrecker armed an explosive and hurled it towards the drill, only to watch it helplessly bounce off a shield that popped up around it. 

A B1 droid that had been standing there picked up the explosive, turning it around in its hand.

“Hey, who dropped a -” it started before it was blown into pieces, dragging three more with it. 

“It bounced off!” Wrecker exclaimed into the comms. “The drill has a shield!” Crosshair had started to take out the startled droids near Hunter, risking a brief moment to look down the scope at Wrecker’s location. When he heard a humming sound next to him, he turned his attention to Ash.

She had pulled a small lever on the side of her rifle, her head tilting just enough in his direction as she caught his look. An angry red light shone through the battery of the weapon. 

Her voice was a determined whisper, as she mimicked his comment from earlier. “Make each shot count.” Looking back down the scope, she pulled the trigger. The recoil on the weapon would have made anyone stagger backwards, but carduls had powerful shoulders and backs. She resisted the push, watching the shot strike the drill and shattering the shield. 

Wrecker’s cackle could be heard where they were crouched, before he lobbed another explosive its way. This time it struck true, bringing the entire thing with it, in a glorious explosion. Only downside was that now they had everyone’s attention. 

Ash folded up the drained rifle against her back, drawing her energy bow instead. Pausing by the ledge, she took in what was going on. 

After blowing up the drill, Wrecker was gunning down every droid he could find, using his rifle, laughing while at it. Hunter stood by the open door’s corner, taking cover in between headshots on the clankers with his blaster. Tech was playing hide and seek below, dodging between rocks and other corners, in order to pin down the droids with EMP detonators. Crosshair kept pinning a shot in each droid he could find in his scope.

Taking to the air, Ash started to snipe droids from above; her yellow energy arrows striking true each time. The chaos lasted for some time, with the Batch taking out the clankers while slowly being surrounded. 

A brief sense of victory for the droids, when those by the door were rapidly gunned down by multiple rifles at once. A squad of clone troopers ran through the door, blasting away on the battle droids. In their midst, Hide walked forward with determined steps, taking the lead with his blue lightsaber drawn. Behind him Tenno matched his pace, dodging and taking shots towards the droids, in between Hide’s deflections. 

Wrapping up the remaining droids was easy work, which resulted in Wrecker running in among them to start punching them instead. Up on the ledge, Crosshair chuckled to himself at his glee, standing up when he realised the targets were growing fewer and fewer. Pretty soon the ground was littered with battle droid parts.

The Batch gathered near the drill, Crosshair having climbed down as well. Tech was examining it, trying to figure out its exact purpose, when Hide and the clone squad approached. 

“Cody wasn’t exaggerating, I see,” Tenno chuckled once he reached them. “I’ve never seen such an efficient clean up before.”

“Told you we’re good,” Wrecker crossed his arms over his chest, looking quite pleased. 

“Well done,” Hide congratulated them - Crosshair snorted at the back. “Tenno, head back outside and call in a cleaning crew. And contact the Cardulian administration. I suspect they’ll want to send a few of their own too. Are you coming outside with us?”

“In a sec,” Hunter nodded. “Tech wanted to take a closer look at the drill.”

“Good idea. Meet us outside.” Hide walked away, leaving the Batch by the drill. Wrecker did his utmost not to bother Tech while he retold how the drill had blown up - as if they all hadn’t been there when it happened. Hunter shook his head amused at the one sided exchange, before frowning as he looked towards the cave wall beyond the drill, leading further into the mountain. 

He took a few steps towards it, before finding himself standing right next to it. Frowning, he pressed his hand against the wall. With the drill and clankers destroyed, he’d have expected his senses to calm down more than they had. Something was still… there. Something massive.

A vibration shot through his fingers and he swore he could feel what amounted to a giant heartbeat, somewhere far in the mountain. A strange calmness washed over him, a sense of reassurance that he couldn’t explain. He pulled his hand back abruptly, when he had a feeling that something had noticed him. 

“Having a touching moment with the wall, are we?” Crosshair’s voice behind him actually startled him. 

“I… thought I felt something.”

“Not you too.”

“I’m serious.”

Crosshair continued to sound doubtful, with a low snort instead now. Still, if Hunter claimed it… he was inclined to believe him. He joined his brother in staring at the wall for a little while. To the point that even he was starting to get a weird feeling. 

“We should leave,” the sniper suggested then, turning back around to join the others, who now had the company of Ash too. Hunter managed to tear himself away from the wall, gesturing for them to follow him outside. 

Hide waited out among the trees, while Tenno was talking to someone on the holo-projector further off.

“I can’t commend you enough for your effort,” the Jedi smiled brightly at them. “Reading the reports will be… interesting.” Ash stopped by his side, removing the helmet and resting it against her hip. This time the Batch did the same, with Hunter running his hand through his hair to straighten it out. 

Ash couldn’t help but notice that not only their armour was different from the other clones. Even their physical appearances didn’t match the other clones. They all looked wildly different. 

Crosshair had his sharp gaze at her, putting a toothpick in his mouth, before his focus shifted to Hide, watching him with far less tolerance than he had towards her.

She looked to Wrecker, catching his smile her way. To see a tall man like himself, with such a big scar, yet be so happy about everything was oddly familiar. Already he reminded her of her step-father. 

Tech however, was not like anyone she’d seen before. He had a lot of similar features as Crosshair, his eyes just as sharp; only his attention was on the datapad instead.

Hunter’s words dragged their attention back to him. “They were definitely after something in that mountain with that drill.”

“I’m sure,” Hide agreed. “But that’s up to the carduls to determine, I believe.” He looked back at Ash.

“You’re right. I’ll make sure to leave a thorough report to the seids, don’t worry,” she nodded back at him. 

“If they require further assistance, the Republic will be more than happy to assist. And thank you for your assistance,” he added towards the Batch, pressing his hands together in front of his chest and bowing slightly.

“Just doing our job,” Hunter waved it off. “If that’ll be all, we’ll head back to our ship,” he added, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb. “They’ll be expecting us back on Kamino any day now.”

“Just call us when you find more clankers,” Wrecker nodded. “Who knows, maybe we’ll work together again some day!” he looked at Ash, still smiling. She arched a surprised eyebrow at him.

“You already have a competent sniper,” she reminded him, a little bemused, as she glanced at Crosshair. She too made a faint bow with her head, her arm pressed against her chest. “You’re all capable warriors. Should our paths cross again, you’ll have my aid.” 

Tech looked up from his datapad. First at her and then his brothers. “High praise from a cardul,” he explained. Hunter smiled, giving her a nod in return.

“Likewise,” he promised her. 

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NSFW ABCs | Iketeru Daga

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Iketeru Daga x GN!Reader

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s a people pleaser and just likes to pamper his lovers in general, so the show isn’t over until you’re out of each other’s sights. This man already has a bottle of water and a snack ready for you the moment you come over. If he goes over to your place, he’ll offer to clean you up first before suffocating you with cuddles.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his neck the most, especially his adam’s apple. It’s the source of his beautiful voice after all.

He likes your hands the best. It might seem odd, but as a musically-inclined individual and an actor, it’s something that he’s been trained to notice. Hands are used to play music. They’re used to add context and interest to a scene. Most of all, there’s nothing better than the feeling of holding the hand of the person he loves in his own.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Iketeru enjoys making you cum and cumming, but he hates cum itself because of how messy it is. His solution? Cumming in your pretty little mouth and holes, so neither of you have to deal with such a mess.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves his partner’s body hair and scent. Smelling your skin after a long day or feeling your hair brush against his skin gets him going the fastest.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s experienced, and despite his airheadedness, he does know what he’s doing. Even if he hasn’t done something before, he gives off an air of confidence. He’s tried out a lot of stuff in the spirit of experimentation and improving his acting abilities. However, he’s indifferent to most things, preferring whatever makes you happy.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. He loves seeing the faces you make.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Iketeru is surprisingly serious and focused during sex. His main objective is making you and himself feel good and he tries to outshine his last performance. If either of you get silly or accidentally slip up while dirty talking, it’s game over. He goes into a fit of giggles that he can’t recover from.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Of course he’s perfectly manicured and well-groomed. Maintaining his personal aesthetic is important.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Iketeru has the wonderful ability of making you feel like the star of a romance novel or a porno depending on his mood. Luckily for you, it’s usually both. He enjoys lots of eye contact and kisses.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’s really pretty when he masturbates. Stripped down to nothing and spread out on his bed, his face gets the prettiest pink flush. If writers and artists could see him like this, surely he would be their muse. 

The problem is though, is that he’s surprisingly efficient at getting himself off, so seeing such scenes are rare. He’s also pretty private about this, so there’s almost a 0% chance of catching him in the act unless he wants you to catch him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

It’s only natural that he loves to role play, especially since he’s so good at it too. He has no preference for being a dom or sub either and excels in both roles.

Iketeru also loves to have quiet sex. He thinks there’s something incredibly hot about keeping your moans of pleasure muffled, especially when you inevitably let out a noise and beg him to keep doing what he’s doing.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Iketeru loves to do it at home. Maybe it’s because he’s always had some kind of roommate his whole life, but being able to do it wherever and whenever at your place is his favorite thing.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your body hair and sweat.

He also loves the way stockings feel on your legs.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Absolutely no choking for practice reasons.

He really isn’t into pet play. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

When it comes to giving, he loves to take his time, frequently peeking up from between your legs to make sure you’re feeling good. As a singer, his breath control is impressive. It also translates to being able to eat you out for a long time without needing a break. He’s very skilled with his tongue.

When you’re giving him oral, he likes to drag it out and goes wild when you make a show of taking his cock. While most men would grow impatient with all of the little licks and playful sucks you make leading up to swallowing him whole, he enjoys every second of it. He loves to have his balls played with while you suck him off.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Unless the role demands otherwise, he loves to be slow and sensual. Again, he’s a showman, so it’s hard to leave a lasting impression in a few minutes.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He believes in quality over quantity. Sometimes you have to beg him to do a quickie and remind him that you can’t be late for whatever appointments you’ve made. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Like I said, he’s tried out a lot of things for the sake of improving his acting skills despite his innocent looks. Naturally, he’ll want to experiment and try everything with you because he knows it’ll feel different when you do those things with the one you love.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Iketeru actually doesn’t have a lot of stamina. He gives it his all every time you have sex, which usually means that he has nothing left to give you afterwards. (Okay, he does respond well to badgerings of an encore though. It takes him a couple hours to recover though.) 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He owns toys for himself and you. He uses them as the scenes necessitate.

Sometimes Iketeru uses toys on himself when you’re together, and you’re surprised about how vulnerable (and hot) he’s willing to be when he’s feeling subby.

Usually he’ll use whatever he has on hand to gag you–whether it’s an actual gag ball, your panties, or his fingers.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease to the point that it’s frustrating. He always stops just a hair short of you reaching your breaking point.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

If there was one word to describe his volume, it would be intimate. You’re not sure if others would be able to hear you guys, but you know that you can hear him very clearly. He tends to moan and pant into your neck while you fuck.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He won’t outright say it, but his nipples are very sensitive. A good way to send him over the edge is to suck or gently pinch them while you’re fucking. It’ll have him quivering in seconds.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Long with average girth, his cock is really pretty like the rest of him. His cock isn’t very veiny.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s average. Again, he likes to focus on quality not quantity, so he doesn’t mind if you both have busy schedules and can’t do it often. He does have a high priority on making sex memorable though, and that’s what usually keeps him going when you two can’t meet often.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’ll only sleep once he knows that your needs are taken care of. Although the effort is there, he usually ends up falling asleep first. It’s cute to see him sleep so soundly though. He deserves it after giving you all those toe-curling orgasms.

(Thanks to the @/the-coldest-goodbye for sharing this prompt.) 

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Some Vox human life headcanons that have been developing in my head over the past few weeks

He was born Vaughn Oxright in the late 1910’s/early 1920’s to a well-off, show-biz couple from Philadelphia

Was a child star from the ages of about 5 to 9, mostly doing live dance acts at mid-sized theaters across the US. That phase of his life was ended by a leg injury that never healed properly (neither he nor his parents wanted to slow down long enough for it to fully heal and he kept dancing on it until long-term damage was done), and his family had no choice but to settle back down in Philly.

First realized he was interested in men at age 11 when he became super attached to an older boy in his church’s youth group. He became very clingy and started sending the boy dozens of increasingly intense totally-not-love letters, which made the boy uncomfortable and got Vox switched out of the group. The fact that this was obviously a crush went unsaid, but not unnoticed by those involved. The rejection was devastating for Vox, and he swung hard into homophobia and petty displays of masculinity afterward.

He stayed out of show-biz during his teen years, but still participated in dozens of events and competitions— any opportunity to perform and receive praise.

Was drafted into WWII as a young man. Never saw combat on account of his old leg injury, but was instead assigned to work as an electrical engineer, building radar tech and other telecommunications materials. It was outside of his intended field of study, but he took to it quickly and became very close with the other men on his team. It was the last time in his life he could remember feeling truly happy.

Realized he was really, embarrassingly into BDSM (or at least the 40’s/50’s equivalent) via pulp novels, plus how excited he was made by the head of his team being cold/condescending towards him when he first joined. Took this secret to the grave, but always kept a stash of retro-style erotica wherever he was living.

After the war, he decided to get back into show business. Started dating and quickly married a girl from a wealthy, well-connected family. Things started off okay, but only took a few years to devolve into simmering animosity. He was self-absorbed and inattentive, she started using pills to cope. Neither of them had any interest in getting a divorce though, given the times and the damage it would do to both their reputations. They had two kids who were basically raised solely by their nanny. Their parents both loved them in their own ways, but were too wrapped up in themselves to pay them very much mind.

Vox quickly got involved in the television industry, using his good looks and charm to rapidly climb the ranks and land a job as a presenter. He was a pain to work with for anyone he deemed beneath him, but he was a great networker and could schmooze with the “important people” like nobody’s business.

Despite running in some pretty elite circles, his TV career never quite reached the heights he wanted it to. He was, objectively, quite successful, making good money and being the face of his own show, but he wanted to aim higher. He managed to finagle his way into a film role, hoping it would kick-start a new phase in his career, but despite being a great performer, Vox just wasn’t an actor. The film bombed. He didn’t take it well.

When he walked into the studio one day in the mid-50’s, ready to shoot another show, he had no idea it was to be his last day on Earth. He was just supposed to introduce a musical performance alongside his co-anchor, that was it. But for whatever reason, the crew decided that this time, they wanted them to do it using standing microphones. However, due to a mistake by one of the tech guys, Vox’s microphone was not properly grounded. When they started counting down and Vox put his hands on the mic, several hundred volts of electricity went coursing through his body. His heart stopped almost instantly. He didn’t have time to even register what had happened to him, just the sound of screams and the faint smell of burning flesh.