#like no kidding she’s this desperate for love

[eternal-watcher]

Yeah, I figured as much

But she was the one I could think of besides one of the bat kids. And as much as I love the bats I wanted to use someone else cause they are kind of overused in these prompts.

…though it would be kind of funny if Bruce is desperately trying to figure out why Phantom and Captain Marvel hate each other only for Tim to look over his shoulder at what he’s doing and say “it’s cause they’re siblings duh”

Bruce who knows both of their identities “what”

Dick from the background “yeah we thought it was obvious”

Damian “father did you really not realize this?”

Bruce “but they aren’t related”

Jason “did YOU of all people forget about adoption?!”

Bruce “neither boy is adopted though, neither officially or unofficially”

Steph “I don’t know what to tell you B but they are definitely siblings”

Cass “Siblings”

Anyway I when should Danny and/or Billy figure out they consider the other their sibling? Danny might figure it out first cause he already has Jazz and Dani but the denial will be real.

I have several ideas for how/when they admit it ranging from angsty like one is taken down in a fight pushing the other into a rage to fluffy like one bringing the other a blanket on a cold night. Or a middle ground where one of them is being picked on and the other steps in to help

Inspiration: this post

But they actually fight.

Captain Marvel recognizes the energy signature: "Ah," looks Phantom up and down with a raised eyebrow, "so you're the new hire?"

Phantom also recognizes the energy signature: "I could say the same thing," looks Captain Marvel up and down.

There was a moment of silence before the JL started feeling a buzz in the air.

Lighting sparks appear around Captain Marvel and start spreading throughout his body. The JL feels a little buzz on their skin, intensifying as the lighting spreads throughout Captain Marvel's body. Most of the JL almost kneel down while the others are already on the ground. And they know that the only reason the rest aren't on the ground is because Captain Marvel remembers that they're there.

A part of space belongs in the Realms. Green sparks appear floating around Phantom. The JL feels an enormous amount of pressure on them making the ones previously standing fall straight to the ground.

Only for the pressure that the both of them were emitting to disappear all of a sudden.

What looks like a void appears wrapped around Phantom but the JL could only feel air leaving their lungs as something squeezes their throats.

They feel the buzz again making them look over at Captain Marvel.

Captain Marvel and Phantom walk toward each other with their fist drawn back. As their fists collided with one another face, they both got flanged to the opposite wall. They both laughed and got up to meet one another in the middle with a handshake.

Captain Marvel through gritted teeth: It's soo nice to meet you again.

Phantom's eye twitches: Likewise.

Earlier that week

Billy holds up a bagel: Finally!!

Recently homeless Danny: Yoink! *snatches the bagel out of Billy's hands*

Billy: Hey!!

Danny runs off: Finder's keepers LOSER!!

Later

Danny just stole a man's wallet: Haha!

Billy bumps into him: Sorry man! *Waves two wallets and runs off*

Danny:

Danny searches his pockets:

Danny: *Offended gasp*

And ever since then, they had beef with each other.

[kismetlotts]

Omg omg hii I have this super request of Price slipping into his beautiful neighbour’s house, (just the way the man was so good at staying in the shadows when he entered Shepherd’s pffice) slipping something funny into the water she’s supposed to drink after a workout... She passes out in a matter of minutes after sitting down and by the time she wakes up, she’s so sore and sticky yet can’t even seem to remember why... or falling asleep at all!

Fucking love this idea! Got a little carried away though and made Price a bit of a stalker- but I hope you don’t mind!

cw: noncon, rape, use of drugs (spiking), Price is a little bit of a stalker, mentions of hand jobs, fingering, self tasting, oral sex on fem, being ejaculated on, watching through window, mentions of stealing panties, Price has a little obsession with the reader, mentions of spit, a lot of sweat, use of degrading name e.g 'bitch', Price can't see what he is doing is wrong, mentions of exercise, rough sex, a lot of manhandling, neighbour next door trope

"Need any help with those?" Was what started it all off. Price was in the midst of bringing in groceries after being away for so long due to work in the military. The boot of his car raised as bags of necessities- food, beer, what not- were pretty much trickling out and onto the pavement.

He lived in a local quiet area of town, houses decently sized and kept tidy. Lawns frequently mowed, flowers always grown and planted- such a shame how little sunshine England got because it would look like something out of a movie. John was also acquainted well with a lot of the elderly folk around there, most of them having lived their way before he even moved in.

It was perfect for him, given he was usually a bit of a grumpy bastard, living alone in a neighbourhood like that was a breath of fresh air. His neighbours understood him and kept to themselves but not in the distance unwelcoming way, the respecting kid of way. It made him feel secure- snug like a childhood blanket; warm, safe and familiar.

So it’s not difficult to envision the look on his face when he turned around, catching you exiting the house next door. Body in them tight gym shorts and shirt to match as you practically ran over to him. Fucking hell, what had he missed? He had to blink twice; once to register was going on and a second time to look away because your body was enchanting. Forcefully having to drag his eyes away from the plump curves of your ass- the shape of your thighs- your breasts.

Passing you one of the bags from the car, carrying three himself because- of course he had to show off his own strength and muscle to you. A jolt of arousal electrocuting his body from your skin brushing his hand; cock swelling up erratically and his eyebrows furrowed. Johns head immediately leaping to imagine scenarios with them soft fingers of yours.

Finger tips only just touching as your hand spread around the base of his girthy cock, stroking him slowly, looking into his eyes as you bite your lip nervously, wondering if you were doing a good enough job- if you were pleasing him right. He cleared his throat, swallowing thickly as the pulse in his cock died down. He couldn't let himself get distracted so easily, come on John, what has gotten into you?

As you helped him unload, you explained how you'd moved in next door a couple months ago, not realising anyone actually lived in his house. Rambling on about how nice all the neighbours seem and how easy it was to settle down. How safe this side of town was but honestly, John didn't care one bit.

He wasn't listening to the words despite him deceiving you with his humming and nodding. He was listening to the sound of your voice instead. The sickeningly sweet tone chirping into his ear so delicately it made his hands tremble. Fingers desperate to reach out and touch you like a child with fire.

He knows it will burn, he knows he cant but its just so pretty- he was losing fucking control, who the hell were you?

He'd imagine all the noises you'd make with him above you, finger fucking you until your words were all broken and tearful. Ripping out of your cunt harshly before forcing the fingers into your mouth. Shuddering at the feel of your tongue tracing laps around them, tasting yourself, doing exactly what he guides you to do.

"Do you taste good?" He'd ask you slowly, breath hitting your face from how close the distance between you is. Voice thick with husk and lust because he couldn't let you realise the power you have over him. How weak you get him at the knees- you could have him a begging mess if you asked.

A scarred yet smooth large hand grabbing you by the cheeks, squishing your adorable face so hard your lips shine with spit. Holding you like that and watching your skin pale when he lets go. Not bothering to actually hear your reply before going down and tasting you for himself.

From such short little interaction, a sick fascination had blossomed inside him. Wrapped in his head, tied in his chest and sunken deep in his stomach- it was more an obsession than a little crush. He'd watch you through his window as you pottered around in your kitchen oblivious to his gaze- it wasn't stalking to watch you all the time, he was just watching your back.

If being in the military taught him one thing it was to be cautious of your surroundings, because you never know what might happen - who could be lurking over you. So all he was doing was looking after you, really.

He knew your routine off by heart, when you would shower, when you would sleep, eat- work: He knew it better than you did yourself. He also knew things about you that you didn't even know. Like how many pairs of underwear you go through in a week.

His large muscular arm counting them as he shuffled through your wash basket being sure to snatch one for himself later, as you hummed innocently in the shower: unaware to his presence. And why your phone kept unplugging during the night when you slept, watching your angry face through the glass as you wake up and curse yourself out because you swore you plugged it in and now you have to wait an extra 20 minutes for your phone to charge up before going for your morning jog.

An extra 20 minutes of pacing in front of your window in your tight gym clothes, getting a few more stretches in because why not- you have the time.

Oh and you definitely didn't know about the faulty lock on your back door, and how when you jiggle it a bit the fucker just opens up with ease. How little effort it was to slip inside and glide around your home, the smell of you saturated into the sofa, the bed, the walls, precum dribbling into the fabric of his boxers. Your house really was yours, everything down to the last detail was just you.

He felt like he couldn't breathe yet breathing heavily was all he could bring himself to do. Lingering in the shadows as his fingers trailed along the kitchen counters, fist wrapping around the pink plastic of your water bottle. Silly silly little girl, you shouldn't have left it home because now he can’t stop himself.

Stood behind your front door, black hoodie blending him in as you stepped inside, panting like a dog- a bitch- from your run. Hair drenched in sweat that trickled down your forehead and neck making your skin look aureate- glowing.

He bit back the moan watching how carelessly and greedily you guzzled down your bottle of water. Oblivious to the fact that your friendly neighbour John had tampered with it, oblivious to the fact he was right fucking there, waiting patiently for the side effects to kick in.

Your back hitting the sofa as your panting settled down, eyes drooping a little and without your knowledge or realisation you were out cold. Knocked out- head flopping back and eyes rolled. Price chuckled, walking to the back of the couch, hand hitting your head before shoving your limp body hard, forward and onto the glass coffee table.

"Bless you, love. Didn't even know I was here, did ya?" He asked you loudly, he wanted to scream it at you and if he didn't care so much about the neighbours hearing him shout, he would've. Sadly he had to be cautious.

He had to make sure that you were fully unaware of everything he was going to do to you, before and after and he wasn't going to risk it- someone was bound to check up on you after hearing shouting even if it’s just a quick question while taking the rubbish out.

His fingers entwined in your hair as he slowly crouched down beside you. Yanking you back up, flipping and positioning your body over on the table like a mannequin. The zipper of his hoodie echoing in the silence of the house and fuck, he was desperate for you.

Undressing his top half and throwing the clothes on the settee before spreading your legs wide open. Wasting no time as he ripped a fat hole in your leggings, pushing your panties to the side through the broken fabric.

Johns mouth watered as his eyes locked on your pussy, so hot and steaming with sweat but he couldn't care less- he had been wanting you for the past month despite it feeling an eternity. He really couldn't give a shit if you were clean or sweaty- shaved or not he was fucking having you right here, and right now.

His blue eyes indulged in your peaceful expression, eyelashes pressed against your puffy cheeks while his tongue licked a long aching strip up from your entrance. Throat closed dry with thirst and his body was shaking with adrenaline, holding back and restraining himself from making a mess of your pussy. Letting himself sink into you and your flavour instead; not like it was going to last long or anything.

Less than one minute in and he was eating you, spitting on you, slapping your tiny sensitive clit. Sucking on you, biting you and getting your juices all caught inside his beard, he swore blind days went by with how long he was down there. Taking his precious time and allowing himself to relax and enjoy your taste but being cautious with his actions because he didn’t want to hurt you.

He didn't want you to feel as if you'd been raped or something horrible. He didn't want you to wake up and feel so sore and achy that you panic someone came in and fucked with you. John wasn't like that- no! He just needed a favour from you and went by it in a way that doesn't cause such a hassle. Saving himself from potential rejection and awkwardness between you too, it was beneficial. He was just borrowing you.

That was neighbours do, yeah? They help each other.

His cock would ram in you so deep his eyes stung from the pleasure he felt. So wet and tight and just for him. Slowly losing touch with the sensible side of him as he picked the pace up. He shouldn't be going that hard, you were definitely going to feel something is off. Going to feel how deep he was inside you when you wake up all lost and confused.

Your clit was going to throb and sting with how much Johns tongue had flicked, sucked and bit it. The more his brain let him know of his mistakes the more he thought, 'fuck it' and let himself be rough. Dragging and moving you around like his personal little sex doll- exactly what you fucking were.

Holding your legs up in the air then switching to your body pressed against his chest, hands squeezing your hips as he pretends your riding him.

"Oh fuck, honey just look at the sight of you. Why don't you come live with me? Why don't you come stay with me next door and I’ll do all this every night." Teeth sinking into your earlobe as his question was left unanswered- he wasn't expecting a response at all but it was an excuse to fuck you harder.

An excuse to rip off your shirt and play with your breasts because you weren’t replying or him and instead was making him angry. Leaving him with no choice but to tease your nipples until he’s about to cum.

Slamming you back down on the table before fisting his cock towering above you. The swollen and desperate tip so red and dripping with precum until finally he grunted and shut his eyes. Showering you in his hot semen watching how the white spurts out and paints your body like his personal canvas.

Palms eagerly massaging the warm cum into your flesh- your stomach, your chest, up on and over neck while he regains his breath and strength. Scooping you up into his arms to carry you up your stairs and into bed, removing everything and tucking you into the sheets- naked. His heart exploded seeing how solemn and innocent you looked all cuddles up, bending down over you to kiss your forehead before leaving.

Discarding the clothes and grabbing his hoodie, making sure to wipe and clean up any juices or evidence of the two of you before leaving out the back and returning home to rest. Missing your soft little murmur as you stirred awake in your bed, confused on how you'd gotten there and where your clothes had disappeared too.

Wincing from the sores on your legs and body and the sticky feeling everywhere as you sat up in bed. A yawn falling from your lips but- oh well.

Must've been from working out earlier.

[lalchimiedecupid]

i want to know YOUR lilia hc

Lilia Headcanons:

Lilia is generally a very affectionate and described as gentle and sweet by almost everyone around her. Though a pissed off Lilia is not a Lilia you want to mess with.

She used to have a red fox as a familiar. Her name was Lubella and she used to love tummy rubs, but unfortunately she died during the witch hunt.

You know I love Angst. So Lilia was a victim of the witch hunt. She does not talk about. No one knew until Billy was helping her clean her stuff from her old house when she was moving in with Agatha. He discovered a small journal where everything was written in sicilian so he had Agatha help him decipher it. Unfortunately, the details that Agatha discovered were so gruesome she banned Billy from reading the book.

The scar from the vampire is not the only scar she has. She has whipping scars all over her back and one on the back of her beck shaped like a lightning because she was zapped by a witch once. (It was Agatha, she was sheltering her long before the birth of Nicky and so on).

She's a really good healer.

She hates modern music (fan of very few songs)

Lilia speaks fluent french and her favorite artist is Aznavour, infact, she knew him before his fame when he was selling art and singing in small bistros back when "Montmartre" was at it's prime.

She used to be Catholic, or well, grew up Catholic, realized the church will never accept her witch kin and developed a huge religious guilt.

She loves Greek food.

She has beef with Madonna and the Kardashians.

Her spice tolerance is insanely good. As well as pain tolerance???

She's the type of person that takes care of everyone but when she's sick and tired and needs someone to take care of her, she does NOT let anyone find out about it and instead prefers to nurse herself back to health.

Contrary to popular beliefs, Lilia is a small spoon.

She's touch starved too but in a..I want to be touched but I refuse to loom desperate and be called clingy. But Rio throws herself at her any chance she gets, so she gets what she wants at the end of the day.

Agatha is surprisingly gentle to her. Much more gentle than she is with Rio, but in bed...it gets rough every once in a while (Agatha likes watching her ride) .

She is obsessed with old skincare and haircare products. She makes them herself and usually does everyone's hair, especially Agatha because my girl's hair looks TIRED.

She taught Billy how to be more of a Diva.

They watch RuPaul's drag race together and Billy tells her the lore behind every single drag Queen.

She flips off every Trump poster and sends a hex to burn them.

She hates Halloween but when a small kid came knocking at her door for treats, her heart melted and she gifted her an authentic Ostrich egg decorated in velvet and gems. One she had when she was having an affair with a Russian Princess , it made her heart go Kabbout and now she tolerates the holiday

They all agreed that Lilia is one hell of a woman and she has the best boobs out of them all.

Agatha loves Lilia a bit too much sometimes she gets aggressive when someone hits on her inappropriately in public

Jennifer did end up giving Lilia a chemical peel. Lilia complained at first but them shut up when Jen snapped at her. Jennifer later on took Lilia to a spa day as a form of apology because one look into those sad bambi eyes and her heart explodes

NO ONE MAKES LILIA SAD. AND NO ONE TOLERATES A SAD LILIA. BECAUSE A SAD LILIA MEANS NO SINGING, NO MUSIC, NO FUN COOKING, NO JOKES, NO NOTHING.

That's all i can think of cousin 😞

[osmanthus-wine-addiction]

h-hey.. s-senpai.. so i-i r-really l-love angst, a-and i-i was w-wondering i-if y-you can m-make z-zhongli x hanahaki disease r-reader.. 🥺 skibidi

Zhongli x Reader / SFW / angst / Hanahaki Disease trope / love triangle / reader is Guizhong and Morax's close friend / mutual pining / misunderstandings / canon was hijacked for trope purposes / inspired by Zhongli's violetgrass voiceline / btw quick trivia: violetgrass is called 琉璃袋 (glaze/glass pouch) in chinese, which shares the same two characters as glaze lilies 琉璃百合 / Zhongli is called Morax in here / takes place during the archon war and a few decades after he becomes Archon

The glaze pouch, often referred to by its more common name violetgrass, is not to be confused with a flower with a more whimsical reputation; the glaze lily. It's rumored that those beautiful flowers with glasslike petals once covered the Guili Plains, but now has become a rare sight in the wild. What little is left of them can now only be found in remote villages deep in the mountains and in Liyue Harbor, where they had been painstakingly planted, but could hardly be considered thriving from the faintness of their fragrance.

Violetgrass on the other hand, thrives all over Liyue, clinging stubbornly to rocky cliffs, swaying in the breeze. The moisture in the morning air often turns the petals translucent, thus earning it the name glaze pouch. The bell-like flowers retain their fragrance year round and only requires the occasional rain to continuously blossom. It is believed that the flower's downward droop keeps its sweet scent from dissipating, like a drawn pouch.

The glaze lily was her favorite flower. She often wore it in her hair and had it embroidered to her robes. Morax also shared a fondness for the curious flowers, fascinated by how it seemed to be able to sense when there was happiness or sadness in the air. Whenever he was around, the flowers always seemed to blossom more vibrantly, letting their fragrance permeate through the plains. What nobody ever tells him was that whenever he rushes off to fight whatever gods happened to be terrorizing the region at the time, the flowers in her immediate vicinity closed up, reflective of her sadness and worry.

All of this fell into your eyes, including that one time you found her coughing up glaze lilies. You initially thought she had just knocked over a vase of them, because there were porcelain shards on the ground and blood staining those pale petals. When it finally dawned on you what was actually happening, your chest constricted helplessly. Your friend was in love with him.

Just as you were.

You wished you didn't understand what she was going through in such a visceral way. When she gripped your arm for support, bent over the pile of damp lilies, shaking from the coughs raking her body, you wondered just how long she had kept this a secret from you, from him. The flowers must've been strangling her from the inside out for years, piercing through her insides, draining her strength and will to live. Tears welled in your eyes as you watched her struggle to get up. How could she possibly protect the Guili Assembly in this state?

"Did you tell him?" You asked her.

She shook her head, meeting your eyes with desperation. "Don't... please. He can't know."

"He has to know! You're supposed to be the level-headed one. How can you be so foolish?" You shook her, attempting to wake her sleeping sense. "Maybe...maybe he'll come around..."

Who were you kidding? This was Morax you were talking about.

The only reason you stopped coughing up the damn flowers was because you made your peace with it long ago. You put him down, along with all your unanswered feelings and unrealistic expectations. He was a wonderful friend and a valuable ally in this grueling war. You'd never regret meeting him, but you wished you never loved him. Perhaps you still did, a little bit, reminded by the occasional petal that you would sometimes cough up, but at this very moment, you couldn't help but resent him with every fiber of your being. Your friend's body was unbearably light and frail as you clutched her against your chest. How much longer would she live?

You were about to lose one of your closest friends to these damned flowers, all because Morax wasn't capable of reciprocating her. For the first time in your life, you prayed to Celestia. You'd gladly pray to anyone who would listen, even the Abyss, if it'd save your friend. Deep down though, both you and her knew that the only one who could do anything to reverse this impending tragedy was Morax. If only he could love her, your heart wouldn't have to break a second time.

The day she died, you sealed yourself away in that subspace Cloud Retainer secretly built for you on the cliffs overlooking the Guili Plains. Years turned into decades. The hilichurls down in the plains often witness a lone figure sitting along the edge of the cliffs, the tassels along your skirt swaying in the breeze like the flowers you so adored. Aside from the most determined of herbalists, few bothered to scale the rocky cliffs to pick violetgrass, ensuring its abundance. Despite all the regretful things that were sure to eventually find you at some point in such a long lifetime, at least you could always look forward to fresh blooms after a rainfall. That was when the little glaze pouches opened up and let out their subtle fragrance.

Morax had sent out the Millelith to scour Liyue for traces of you again, but you had disappeared like morning dew, just like all the previous times he caught wind of you. It must be frustrating trying to find someone who did not want to be found.

Did you still resent him?

You still thought about him sometimes, but you no longer blamed him like you did when you first retreated here. You heard from Cloud Retainer that he had not taken her death any lighter than you did. From her recounting, he had changed drastically ever since her death, sometimes even taking on a mortal appearance and walking among his people in the streets to learn more about them. Perhaps she did rub off on him. In that sense, she would always be alive in his heart. He did love her deeply, just not in the way she so desperately needed to be. If your friend had been able to look past those stubborn sentiments, perhaps her flowers wouldn't have bloomed as ferociously as they did. The dull ache that came with accepting that your love would go on unrequited would eventually go away. Even if you still occasionally coughed up a violet petal or two, it had already become such an afterthought that it barely disturbed your day.

Of all the things you pegged Morax to be, an idiot was never one of them. He was ruthless in battle, but not at the expense of his cunning. Although the Goddess of Dust was known for her brilliance, Morax was in no way lacking in it. As soon as you began spotting Millelith soldiers in the Guili Plains, overturning every bolder and scouting the vicinity around the entrance of your hidden domain, you knew that he had either managed to fish the location out of Cloud Retainer or he had actually managed to find you all on his own. Perhaps it was finally time to pay an overdue visit to your old friend Morax, or should you call him Rex Lapis now, like everyone else did?

A pair of stone doors appeared in the cliffs, opening to the now-desolate plains. It looked nothing like the Guili Plains that you remembered. The skies were shrouded in a thick veil, signifying a coming storm. Your gaze fell on a hooded figure standing beside one of the crumbling stone structures that littered the area. As if to confirm that you were indeed seeing the person in front of your eyes, your heart involuntarily skipped a beat.

"Morax." His name drifted from your lips.

How long had he been waiting here?

"You're finally willing to see me." He turned, making his way towards you. A tired smile clung to his lips as he approached.

"Say it took me long enough and you can go right back to Liyue Harbor." You crossed your arms.

Morax sighed, his steps slowing to a stop. "Indeed. It is not up to me how long it would take."

A drop of rain landed on your face, then another.

"Will you invite an old friend into your abode to escape the weather?" He asked softly. Uncertainty threaded his voice.

"It depends." You decided to observe him a bit before allowing him to get any closer.

You never minded rainy weather, enjoyed it even. There was just something calming about letting the tiny droplets run down your cheeks and soak into your clothing. The scent of petrichor gradually rose from the earth as it was quenched by the rain.

"You have not changed much." He noted, seeing you tilt your head towards the sky and inhaling deeply.

"The same can't be said about you. I heard you've taken up some new hobbies." You opened your eyes to glance his way.

"Oh. Is that so?" He sounded pleasantly surprised that you've heard anything about him at all. With the way you stormed off, he'd have thought you'd avoid all mention of him.

You nodded. "Heard you've been going incognito in the streets. Did you have fun?"

"Humans are always a joy to watch. They seem to have limitless motivation and creativity when it comes to overcoming life's obstacles."

"You're beginning to sound like her."

"Perhaps." He replied, glancing at you with a slight crease in his brows.

You fell silent after bringing her up. This wasn't a discussion you had expected to have so soon with him, but perhaps it was better had sooner than later.

"I don't hold it against you anymore." You folded your hands together inside your sleeves. "I never should've. It was unfair of me... I'm sorry."

The droplets were coming down a little harder now, but you didn't want to retreat just yet. Under the cloak of the rain, it was alright to let a bit of your sadness seep out.

"That is comforting to hear." He said gravely.

Although you had just given him the confirmation he had come all the way here for, it felt like there was still something heavy weighing down on his chest. It was an obscure and intangible sensation, a familiar ailment that plagued him ever since your disappearance. Everytime your tearful face surfaced in his mind, everytime news of your whereabouts ignited his false hopes, everytime he was reminded of how close she had been to you, a crippling sadness would wash over him. He set out looking for you like a madman, despite having no clue what he would say to you once he found you. Now, decades after that fateful parting, after he had inevitably come to terms with the possibility of forever being cut off from you, you were suddenly standing in front of him once again. He should be relieved. All these years, all he wanted was a chance to explain to you why he could not save her.

"You don't owe me anything, Morax." You continued. By now, the rain was pouring, drenching you from head to toe. Still, you refused to retreat. "Whatever happened in the past, just let it go. I'm sure that's what she would've wanted."

"I cannot say for certain what she would've wanted, but have you perhaps considered what I may have wanted?" He asked you.

You looked up, past the heavy curtain of rain, to find Morax's face hovering directly over yours. The droplets falling from the upper lip of his hood landed on your face, momentarily distracting you as he leaned in even closer.

A sudden fit of coughing came out of nowhere, forcing you to clutch your chest. Perhaps it was his sudden proximity, causing your heart rate to speed up. The dreaded flower petals rose up into your throat, blocking your airway. You had no choice but to push Morax away.

Pain that you hadn't felt for decades pierced your chest as you turned your back to him, coughing up those dreaded flowers that had vehemently returned to torment you. It was a mistake coming out to meet him. Perhaps even with a few more decades, you still wouldn't be ready to face him. You foolishly began sprinting towards the entrance of your domain, determined to leave him behind in your desperation. If you couldn't stop coughing up the flowers, at least you'd be able to salvage some of your dignity by not letting him see you in this pathetic state.

You would've made it, if not for his hand catching your wrist and tugging you back around to face him. Petals were still rising up in your throat and you were helpless to stop them. Tears sprung into your eyes as the vines constricted your lungs, choking you from the inside. You struggled against his grip, incoherent pleas lodged in your mouth as the violet flowers overcrowded your airway.

Morax grabbed you by the shoulders and pinned you against one of the stone doors. His lips crashed into yours, guided by a sense of urgency that defied his own comprehension. The sight of you coughing, of the petals spilling from between your lips, this was all eerily reminiscent of that one particular disease. He had witnessed it claim the life of someone close to him once already. Riveting fear shot up his spine.

He couldn't afford to lose you to it too. His heart clenched in excruciating pain at the thought of holding your lifeless body in his arms. He hadn't searched tirelessly for all these years just to see you wither away. If this was the consequence of his actions, he should be the one to bear it, not you. He was the one who had complicated things, the one who had trouble putting things down, forgetting, staying away.

"I love you." He uttered against your lips, hands buried in your hair as he trapped your body against the stone door. "Please... I love you."

Morax kissed you with increasing fervor, possessed by something that transcended his own understanding. He had never kissed anyone, much less with this sort of intensity. The way his lips moved against yours was crude and unrestrained. He needed no guidance. It was simply an unleashing of raw emotion.

You tasted saltiness on your lips.

"Morax..." You gasped.

He finally pulled away, movements sluggish from the onslaught of emotions that had just battered his mind. His ragged breaths fanned over your face. A steady warmth bled through the damp fabric clinging to your trembling frame. His rigid body surrounded yours like amber encasing a flower.

"I love you." He repeated breathlessly.

You swallowed harshly. The flowers had disintegrated as soon as you heard those words, but your throat was still sore from all the coughing.

"I heard you the first time." You managed to say.

"I love you." Morax panted as he closed his eyes, letting his forehead fall against yours in exhaustion and relief.

"Is that all you can say now?" You laughed.

"Perhaps you should repeat it back to me. I deserve to hear it for all these years of searching for you, do I not?" He chuckled.

His arms still trapped you against the door of your domain. The protruding entryway created a shallow alcove that sheltered you against the pelting rain but left Morax exposed to the elements. His hood had fallen to his shoulders and he had not pulled it back up. The discomfort brought on by the rain soaking into his robes was the least of his concerns. You even found the sight of him drenched and in disarray comforting in a strange, indulgent way. Just moments ago, he had also seen you in your most vulnerable state.

"Petty." You crinkled your nose. "I love you."

There was no point denying it. The flowers had already confessed for you. He could see with his own eyes how hopelessly in love with him you were.

"How long had you been stricken with that curse?" He asked, his tone authoritative as if he were interrogating you.

"What do you mean how long?" You scowled. It was wasn't enough for this pompous bastard to know that you loved him. He also had to know how long you had been pining over him? "You're pushing it, Morax."

"Am I?" He raised a brow.

A smile spread over his lips as he raked his own memories for evidence of when his own feelings of fondness had emerged. He traced the side of your face with a wet fingertip.

"I have desired you for quite some time, my dear, although I may not have been fully aware of what that desire entailed."

Your cheeks burned at his choice of words. "Desire and love are two different things, Morax."

"I beg to differ." He leaned in again, lips ghosting over yours briefly. "Love may come in many forms, but there is only one sort that would compell me to kiss you."

"Fine." You turned your head, deliberately avoiding his lips. "But you probably don't even remember when we first met."

"You know very well that of all the things to accuse me of, forgetting should be the last."

You crossed your arms, an expectant look on your face.

"It was raining heavily that day, much like today." He began.

His gaze followed a raindrop that had slid along your jaw, falling from your chin and disappearing into your soaked clothes. Suddenly a strange expression rippled across his face, followed by a faint blush. He averted his eyes, looking anywhere but your chest.

"Perhaps you could use a change of dry clothes." He suggested after swallowing the sudden lump in this throat.

You looked down and realized what Morax was so flustered over. The doors opened behind you as you dragged him into your domain.

"We'll continue this conversation later." You muttered under your breath.

As soon as you closed the door to your bedchamber, you pressed your back against it. For the first time, the rapid beating of your heart did not come with the painful constriction of vines and the coughing up of flowers. The joy blooming in your chest filled you with hope. These newfound sensations were accompanied by exhilaration, weightlessness, and relief. It was sunlight finally peeking through the clouds after a long rainfall. Your love was no longer a burden but a sweet scent that you could now release without any shame or guilt. Your heart was now as transparent as the petals on those little violet bells, with no secrets to hide.

[icarusredwings]

It gets to the point where they start argueing about this and Wade is so angry and so upset that through grit teeth and hot tears

"Well, no one came to rescue ME!.... and I'll be damned if they ever feel abandoned like that."

And it's a big therapy moment. A massive "oh.... ouch... yeah that makes sense.." moment.

"But baby you dont even give me time to try. I-... I dont know.. how to do this I.. im learning."

And so, still full of anger and paternal rage he bites he starts biting his tounge. Coming and just.. standing there. Sometimes he's glaring simply because this type of crying just dosn't sit well with his Ptsd and immediately wants to put a stop to it and give the child justice. But he waits. He waits and watches as Logan fixes it.

Once the crying stops it kind of deactivates that little soilder inside of him that so desperately wants to keep his kids safe.

"I'm their father-"

"And that didn't fucking stop mine! Now, did it?"

"But Wade, I'm not him. I'll never be him."

"My mother stood there and watched it all without a word Logan. I won't-..." He's choking on his tears. "I- REFUSE.. to be like that."

"I get that, but you have to understand that you are not her. And I am not him. I would never hit them"

"Yeah because if you did I'd fucking kill you! Like actually find a way to kill you. I would put you under, drag your ass to the middle of the fucking ocean, and watch you drown! And when they ask where you wen-"

"Wade... Wade! Stop. Breathe. I know that you're scared and I know.. that.. your brain dosn't want to trust me. That you will never be able to trust anyone 100% with them. Ever... but please. I need you to trust me at least 90. Can you give me 90?" He asks, hands on his shoulder as he can already see his husband dry heaving, tears running down his face as hes already about to slip back into that state of protective violence.

"....you get 5 minutes." He states, walking away before he ends up saying or doing something he will regret.

So he starts getting 5 minutes to fix it.

5 minutes to make it all better.

5 minutes for his actions to prove to Wade that he can be trusted. That he doesn't have to go all winter soilder on his ass the moment he hears one of the kids crying.

"Kids cry wade. Its what they do."

"Youre their father. Youre not supposed to make them cry..."

But now things are better.

Now his head will snap the other way, and watch. Staring in that direction rather if someone is talking to him or not.

"Hush."

"Excus-"

"SHUT UP... one of my babies is crying...." so he stares. Watching as Logan comes to scoop up the little tyke that skinned their knee at the park and give them kisses. The crying still happens because obviously theyre spooked and probably hurt a wee bit, but seeing him fully take care of it switches off that instant rage and he turns back like "what were you saying?"

He just can't silence that scream in his head, telling him that Logan (or someone else) is hurting them, so it needs proof that he isn't (as bad as that sounds)

Hurting his poor little babies.

Esspecially if it IS a baby. Wade would be extremely over possesive over a baby. The older the kid gets (and if they have healing factors or not) the more chilled out Wade gets. At this point he expects Laura or Gabby to say something back so when one of them run off crying without a remark it really throws him back into that "What the fuck did you do!? You have 60 seconds to explain- Go." Mode.

He knows Ellie is a little more sensitive because of her truamas kids making fun of her for not being a mutant at a mutant school, but thats what chuck wanted. He wanted humans AND mutants to succeed in his school. Though sometimes Wades voices convince him that Logan loves Ellie less because shes not his "real daughter" and so they convience wade that logan is mean to her on purpose (this is a very VERY big effect on mental health type of HC)

With their other children, depending on how young, he can't help but have dreams of Logan killing them before their powers even come through or abandon them. Hes terrified of logan just deciding one day that he doesn't want to be their father anymore and just... dipping.

Traumatized🤝Not ideal parents 🤝 Traumatized

I can imagine something happening at the school and the MOMENT Logan hears about something happening instead of going to the kid he instantly has to track down his husband like Eliza Hamilton.

"I gotta go I gotta find Wade."

"Let him know we're on his side?"

"No- He'll consider this a personal slander, I gotta stop a homicide."

"OH-"

Thinking about how protective of his kids Wade would be. Like he does not give a fuck. Logan could be a little bit too harsh and make their child cry, and Wade would unload his gun plus an entire SECOND clip into his gut and then put his foot on his throat, lean in, and be like:

"Don't you EVER talk to my fucking kids like that ever again if you want to stay in this house. You're here because I let you be. I don't need you* I can just as easily replace you** and I sure as hell won't let you treat our children like how we were raised. Do I make myself clear?" And if Logan doesn't agree within a certian amount of time, Wade would just shoot him in the head and walk away.

"....Papa?"

"Yes sweetheart?"

"...what happened to daddy?"

"Daddys taking a nap honey. He'll be alright in a couple minutes don't worry baby. Hey are you okay? You know daddy doesn't mean the things he says, right?"

The child nods, wiping tears from their eyes as Wade hugs them and kisses their head. "Daddy wasn't hugged as a kid, that's all. Hey! We should order pizza! Would you like that?"

And they nod softely but are still concerned with the fact that they saw their dad (who by now is sitting up) bleeding out on the floor two seconds ago.

"Oooh, Heeeyyy. Well, mornin' sleepy head! How was your nap. I think you had something to say to you. Don't you, Wolvie?" 😃

"I... uhm... Sorry kiddo.. I- i didnt mean to yell at you like that.."

"Awww! Great! Now we can go to Vinnies as one big happy family! Yaaayy!" 😊

The moral of this story is- Wade Wilson don't play when it comes to his kids.

*lies.

**another lie.

[tofumilkbread]

idk i think he was pretty evil trying to kill his brother multiple times and not wanting him to exist, can't think of anything the kid did to deserve such hate from dabi but he got it anyway. at leaat with the other family members he loves them even enji but his other fellow victim tho? fuck him i guess, and he and showed no remorse either i dont undersrand him i guess sorry. I love how he loves everyone but shoto tho

I mean I get where you're coming from but like, Touya was a kid, the FAVOURITE kid. And suddenly he was not because of Shouto.

I'm not saying it was right or justified, it was more of misplaced anger and blame. Touya blamed everyone, Enji, shouto, even rei when she tried to stop him from going to the peak, and of course himself. He is a fucked up kid who have no idea where or how to let out his anger so he did one thing enji taught him, burn it all by his flames. Just like how Enji didn't care who got hurt In between him and achieving his goal, Dabi didn't either. Unfortunately he is just like Enji, mostly because Enji was one of the parent he looked up to and unconsciously absorbed that messed up mindset.

Because, that's what kids do.. and let's be honest dabi did not develop normally. He desperately needed help but didn't even know it.

[marcussour]

C3E115 random thoughts and bits

That stream with Matt, Liam, Iffy and Emily sounds really fun

Nice reminder that many of the ruidian population were on their way to the Bloody Bridge while Vox Machina and the rest of the exandrian armies were attacking it

Fjord's nipples, serious business

"Motherfucker, I don't even know you"

Love the change of disposition in Caduceus the moment the Hells told the Nein that some of the gods, including the Arch Heart, wanted to go away

"Do you want to fight a snowman?"

"Does it ever blow your mind that you're travelling with Chetney Pock O'pea?"

I sometimes wonder if the c-poppers and all of that always existed, or are a result of Nana Morri's intervention. Like, don't know if she can alter the past, but maybe her tinkering with the threads of fate made some kind of cascade effect.

Grappling Guns Assault!

"What's a jet, Jester?"

Stop eating the slime

Chisel on the flesh guy, tattoo equipment on the stone guy

"we were never meant to be important", oh Laudna, sweetie

Orym's pride in Imogen's growth was a nice thing to see

Yasha's marriage counceling hour was amazing

"Seeming, seeming everywhere"

"That's a good reason to adopt kids: the death of an old, rich, very powerful wizard"

CHAFFON

"When the moment comes, do what feels kind"

DORYM!

Oh no, Braius (also, God dammit Sam)

"I would do any fucking stupid thing you would ever be down for", see, that's love

Oh no, Braius (also, God dammit Sam) X2

Unwarranted was the right choice for words. That whole Liliana whiplash after the whole calm before the storm.

Also, motherfucking Ludinus man. He went right ahead and absorved Lilliana through the funnel. My best guess is that is a desperate attempt to get some Ruidusborn power or something in order for him to awaken and absorb Predathos.

Also going with the Mighty Nein after the break and leaving us hanging with whatever happened with Bells Hells. Devious.

As someone who hasn't watched C2 still (only 1 and 3 so far, plus the many EXU), but has gotten a somewhat pretty good picture of how the M9 operates -kinda impossible to not being spoiled and having like a general picture of what happened in the campaign-, I do have to say, I love being able to spend time with them through this, and also, never felt lost or anything regarding the events of C2 and how they've been operating in this stretch of the campaign. Looking forward to finally watch C2 eventually.

7 rounds to ascend the cable? damn

Sam doing shocking grasp on the cable just to fuck out with Marisha

They rolled really bad traversing through the cable

Hilarious that Laura wanted to say giant beetle, but instead said "Dire", and now I want to see what a dire beetle looks like. Also Caduceusbeetle.

I wish they had given Robbie a character to be with the Mighty Nein on the table

I love the subtitles team and the work they do, but they got the song wrong, it wasn't Dee-Lite's "Groove is in the Heart" that Travis and Sam were singing, it was Black Box's "Everybody Everybody"

"Looks like the world's kind on me today" - Gaz Tomo, the myth, the legend

[variousqueerthings]

watching this Paul Gross thing he did in the 80s (chasing rainbows) and ive been enjoying it despite the knowledge that there'd be some kind of a het love triangle thing going on and that the other two characters simply aren't that interesting, but. oh boy. is... is the woman in this constellation meant to be read as a villain???

(ME DOING A BREAKDOWN ABOUT A SHOW NOBODY WATCHED AND NOBODY WILL WATCH ✌)

PG character -- a working class man who is fundamentally good to everyone in trouble he meets, to the detriment of himself more often than not, but scraping by until he gets his big break (which he also works very hard for) and becomes the owner of a relatively successful nightclub

other two characters -- come from rich backgrounds and sort of suck him into their lives by the coincidence of the two men having been at the front in WWI and PG saving the other guy's life and consistently don't realise he's got way more working against him than they do

the lady in this situation initially dumping said other guy "to find herself" when he comes back from the war, which, fair, it's 1919, she's going to college, she wants to be sure she can make informed choices, chill enough

said lady imprinting on our working class heroic character, because he's working class. i just. cannot read it any other way. she clocks him as such at a party (that he was invited to as a veteran) straight away, insults him, throws water in his face when he doesn't take it, but simultaneously is into the whole idk... rugged unpolished nature of him

discovers a diary written during the war with poetry in it that she presumes was written by him -- steals the book and reads it out loud to her college friends and is offended that he's not flattered by this

despite numerous protests that he didn't write the poetry (and he didn't, it was written by a kid he tried to save who was later shot in front of him for desertion), she just doesn't believe him, because she desperately wants him to have the "hidden depths of a poet" or some nonsense. never mind his actual good traits -- his kind-heartedness, his tenacity, his savvy, his sense of humour, nonono she wants a Poet

also, she is a failed playwright. she writes terrible plays about things she doesn't understand (including the war), asks his opinion and is offended when he (under duress) admits he doesn't think they're very good

and now she fucking... copied down the poems without his knowledge and published them under his name with an article she wrote about said hidden poetic depths!!!! gets incredibly offended when he is upset about this, first of all with a "I thought you'd be pleased" then with a "you should be happy for me for getting an article I wrote published in a major newspaper!" (because at the end of the day it's about her)

he initially -- not knowing how to handle the situation -- goes along with it, because what do you do now? go to the publishers and say it wasn't you? out yourself in the news?? I mean??? but pretty quickly re-emphasises He Did Not Write Those Poems!

the plot then mysteriously seems to pivot into saying it was his fault for "stringing her along" because the "hidden poet" bit was the only thing she really liked about him... and she vehemently denies this (but girl, tell me one other thing that draws you to him, and you can't say because he's pretty!) and says he's hurt/betrayed her by lying. i just... don't know... if the plot... is writing her like this because she's meant to be a self-absorbed college girl who has her working class dream-boat fantasy get broken, or if it's meant to be presented as him having betrayed her. it is. unclear

and now she's threatening to write a new article about how he's a fraud. im just. waiting for the plot to point out that she's done all of this herself and she also won't suffer for any of it in the way he will...

this boy can do better than these rich kid tourists 😔

[hyohaehyuk]

tvinsider - ‘Interview With the Vampire’ Stars Break Down That Bloody Finale

Jacob, in Daniel’s final monologue, he says Louis has a messed up idea of love. What is Louis’s idea of love to you?

Jacob Anderson: I think it’s a constantly moving, movable feast. I think it evolves in different ways, and I think we’ll continue to explore what his idea of love is. We know he wants it desperately. He wants to be accepted and to be understood. And I think that’s a big part of what love means to me. It’s about somebody else accepting you and you accepting them in all of their multitudes.

Maybe Louis didn’t exactly find that in Lestat, but that’s also kind of the premise upon which he first fell for him. This person said, “I see you.” And I think that’s a really important thing for Louis is being seen and understood. But I don’t know if he has particularly healthy ideas about love. As evidenced in the show and in the story. [Laughs]

Sam, same question for Lestat, who I imagine has a very different perspective on it.

Sam Reid: Look, Lestat, one of his whole M.O.s as a character is he falls in love first, and then deals with the repercussions of being a sociopathic monster. How do you interpret love through that lens? And this is the thing, particularly with Louis and Lestat and why they’re similar in a way (and Claudia and all the vampires, really) is that they have to exist in a human society to survive. And they deal with it in different ways.

They have to survive in a world where human convention needs to be followed to some degree, because they survive off eating human beings. Or they can follow an Armand path — you’ll find a bit more about his class of vampires in the books, which don’t necessarily integrate with society.

Louis, Claudia, and Lestat tried to integrate with society in that capacity, and therefore when you’re looking at yourself and “am I a lovable thing,” you’re actually always reflecting yourself against human beings, which are much less monstrous and psychotic. And so how can I ever be a lovable thing? I’m so terrifying. I think the issue they all sort of feel is that “I don’t feel worthy of love. I don’t feel like I can be properly loved for the monster that I am.” That’s the kind of question that particularly Lestat is always dealing with, and the way that he behaves is always a reaction against that. He knows he’s bad, he’s really good at being bad, he’s really good at being and playing a bad, evil vampire. But he wants to be loved, and he loves back. But sometimes if you’re not gonna get love, you may as well take the hate, because they’re pretty close.

The season is bookended by these epic bloody scenes where you go full operatic vampire mode. How fun was the Mardi Gras ball massacre to film, and what vampire traits did you have to figure out how to express for it?

Bailey Bass: I had to figure out was how Claudia acts when she’s in this frenzy and really, really wants to drink someone’s blood. I grew up being obsessed with Twilight. In the third movie, Bella cuts her arm, and then [the vampires] turn and look at her. I remember loving that scene as a kid, and it kind of inspired Claudia’s frenzy.

But then more than that, I don’t think people realize how technical it was. All those kills were in different sets throughout the house and on different places of the stage and it all needed to be blocked out. And on top of that, we’re feeling raging emotions. Frenzy is, for at least me playing Claudia, was similar to playing varied depression or playing anger or playing extreme joy. So it was very elevated.

Jacob Anderson: I wasn’t there for a lot of it. We started doing Dubai around the same time, so I actually missed a lot of that.

Sam Reid: It was broken up into lots of pieces, that whole sequence, so it was a weird thing to shoot. We shot it over a couple of weeks, and we’d shoot one little piece of each death and one murder. You finish drinking the blood at this point, then you walk up the stairs at a different point, or Louis jumps across the table at this point. It was sporadic and spread out, which kind of felt like we were always covered in blood.

For weeks I would go to work and I would just be covered in blood, sitting around drenched in the f***ing sh**. [Laughs] I became so attached to that costume, I took it home with me. We both have those bloody shirts that I die in.

Oh my gosh, I love that. Just have it framed on your wall.

Sam Reid: Well unfortunately, ’cause it’s all mouth blood, it doesn’t dry, so it’s just this constantly sticky garment.

The response to this show has been overwhelmingly positive. How does it feel to be part of one of the most beloved new shows of the year?

Bailey Bass: It’s really exciting. I think I’m overwhelmed by how accepting people were of Claudia, even though we had some changes — you never know how the fans are gonna feel. I’m so happy that the Anne Rice essence of Claudia that was in the books is in the show. A fan made an edit of Claudia throughout the entire season, and I’ve watched it like eight times. I was tearing up because I’m so happy that they love her as much as I do.

Jacob Anderson: I was saying to Sam yesterday that it’s so amazing. You want to be a part of something that people feel strongly about, whatever those feelings are. Whether they’re feelings of disappointment in the characters or they’re just feelings of, I love these characters so much, whatever it is. Just some provoking, strong feeling is, for me anyway, what I want to be a part of in my life. We all love the show so much. We love working on it, and we are fans of the writing and the craft that goes into it outside of ourselves that it’s so great to see that people agree.

Sam Reid: Yeah, ’cause we really didn’t know what we were making. It was such a bizarre shooting experience. It was like we went into this bubble, this cocoon world, and it only feels like we just finished shooting it, really. Then we went straight into Comic-Con, then bits and pieces of it coming out online, and then the show coming out. It feels a little bit like we’re still very much there. It’s been amazing to put it out there and let it exist outside of us as well and just go like, “OK, well, here you go. It’s yours now.” And it’s nice that people like it.

[valentinos-corner]

OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY SO

I'm not sure how it started? Cheese would be the person to ask that

But it's basically this fanmade mafia in the Bungou Stray Dogs universe run by this guy named Shark (that isn't his real name, most of the adult characters here use nicknames/code names)

Shark joined specifically because at the time, it was run by the man he loved

...the man he loved is a bitch and ended up cheating on him. They are no longer together, thank god

But Shark is basically just the adopted dad of everyone there

and when I say this is basically just a found family, I mean it

there are multiple children

-A pair of cannibals with crippling abandonment issues (they are dating. Their names are Niku and Taberu (I play Taberu!) and I love them.) They're the oldest kids here I think

-this tiny walking flamethrower that started following one of the older members around and just got adopted kind of

-Maria. I don't know much about her but she's a little girlboss

-Charlie Rowan Barrie! Tiny adorable patchwork baby that escaped from a lab. Be warned they are very body horror flavored

-Angry rebellious girl that throws rocks at people. And also can bloodbend

-An alternate version of an already bitchy 14-year-old that is somehow even more bitchy! Affectionately referred to as feral!Oscar

-Silent Black gets an honorable mention because while he is technically in his twenties, he rarely acts like it and really desperately needs a hug and a cup of hot cocoa

The character masterlist is here!

I love how XY isn't even really a mafia it's just one huge somehow functioning found family that kills people and sells drugs on the side sometimes

@city-of-c0rpses @paintedgrilledcheese @myluckymoon @aredeemantagonist

[paperglader]

i watched that one scene in novitiate for the first time a few days ago and I’m pretty sure that my brain chemistry has been altered for good

[taxinealkaloids]

horrible children who are. so so mean to each other

[messangerforthestars]

“We need more morally gray characters” you guys can barely handle topaz and jade.

[corellianhounds]

The jetpack thing bugs me because they made it a point to have Fett tell him to take it off, but without even acknowledging it in that final sequence it feels like a story point that was introduced without being resolved, and if they hadn’t shown in the beginning of “The Passenger” that he was able to recall and control it when he wasn’t wearing it, I wouldn’t have any complaints. If they couldn’t afford to do another flying sequence (which to me is silly if Disney does use that justification, they have more money than they know what to do with and they storyboard the entire episode prior to filming and CGI half of it anyway) they should have had Din do some sick long range rifle trick shot or something in “The Passenger” so him not having it in “The Tragedy” didn’t feel like a loose thread

But also, if they HAD wanted Din to be panicking to the point he’s not thinking straight, they should have framed it that way and played it out. The scene that comes to mind that feels pretty similar is the one at the end of The Incredibles when Syndrome is flying away with the baby and Helen and Bob are on the ground panicking and trying to figure out what to do within the span of five seconds, and you really feel the desperation and fear in the characters’ actions and voices. I think if they’d been able to show more distinctly that Mando was too far away for the jetpack to even get to him in time, or if his vambrace had been damaged in the fight and it literally isn’t working so he CAN’T recall it anyway, that panic could have had a chance to really build, and we could have seen Fennec realizing just how bad things are before she’s comming Boba to go get the kid. As it is, Mando just sort of… watches, and the pitch in his voice isn’t all that different from how he normally sounds, and the showrunners have already shown that they’re capable of telling a good story through voice and body language with a main character whose face is entirely hidden

Anyway yeah, I do also agree that the script is a little clunky in regards to Boba verifying that it’s the Empire 😆 I don’t have any immediate suggestions for how to change it but the actual dialogue doesn’t quite fit. Though I love so many parts of the episode the last ten minutes don’t really do it for me

Though I love “The Tragedy” episode in Season 2 of The Mandalorian, one element that’s always bugged me is Mando not retrieving his jetpack and flying up after the Dark Troopers to save the kid

They establish in that season that Mando is able to control the jetpack from his vambrace and call it back to him, so even if he removed it in the standoff with Boba Fett, they’ve already set up his ability to retrieve it. Him not doing so makes it look like he didn’t do absolutely everything he could have to get the kid back, even though we as the audience know that’s what that character should/would do

Have Mando recall the jetpack to him and take a running leap off of the closest ledge, jetting up after the Dark Troopers as fast as he possibly can. We see him catch up to the droids before they get to the Star Destroyer, but then one of the Dark Troopers not holding the kid falls back to halt his ascent midair. The two of them start to fight, grappling with one another as the child sees Mando falling behind, desperately trying to fight this terrifying, impersonal machine in an effort to save him

And then the Dark Trooper grabs the Mandalorian by the throat with one hand and tears the jetpack off his back.

The next thing we see is the Mandalorian in free fall, looking upwards at the retreating figures of the Dark Troopers in silhouette against the Star Destroyer as he plummets towards the ground, the child he’s protected for so long in their grasp with him unable to do a single thing to save him

Though Boba Fett will manage to save the Mandalorian as he falls, either with his ship or with the use of his own jet pack, the child is still lost and those on Tython can see the clear evidence of the Empire’s continued existence hovering a mile above them, tangible and menacing. As the Mandalorians return to the surface, the Star Destroy shoots the Razor Crest, destroying it completely.

Mando has little to nothing of his own left that will help him save his child. This is the point where he should be at his absolute lowest because it’s that desperation that will force him to break a tenet of his own Creed just for the possibility of getting his child back.

[anna-scribbles]

once adrien and marinette figured out how to date each other they got too powerful and are now dating all their other friends one by one

[simplykorra]

ava + every episode - episode 2: "proverbs 31:25"