#my beloved fuchs

[meister-s]

I love embarrassing my cute little Fuchs.

[meister-s]

@ren-pilled 💚💚

[phoneycam]

Codywan but Hanahaki disease

I just remembered that i challenged myself to write shit and the randomiser just made me angstie with this one.

Y’all know how the disease work right? If not, here is the fanlore page to explain a little.

Resume: Obi-Wan is painfully remainded that he loves too much... in multiple ocasions.

1. Quinlan Vos

2. Satine

3. Cody

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So!

There is this disease that is just kinda normalized by the galaxie. It’s normal to fall in love with someone you shouldn’t, everyone is beautiful and gorgeous in their own way you know? So there are clinics, doctors, specialized post-surgery treatments and things like that.

But for the Jedi it’s a delicate topic. For a jedi to have the hanahaki disease is rare and not always well recived. It’s a bit of a taboo subject let’s say. 

A good amount of people think that they are incapable of getting this disease. Those who know are divided. Some think it shouldn’t be treated any different than any other medical condition, other that it’s a test from the force to prove padawans or to redirect them to the light side, and the most extreme think it’s a sign of the force that they are not destined to be part of the order. 

So imagine the shitshow that unfolded when Obi-Wan, not even a padawan yet, was rushed to the healing halls after spitting a flower mide training.

This unruly and loud 11 year old youngling was having a harsh time with some rather rude bullies when he got to know a chaotic young padawan that kicked their asses. Quinlan Vos was with who he would get like house on fire. It didn’t took long for both of them to become an inseparable and terrifying duo. 

Obi-Wan was a goner before even knowing what that meant. So after some time, Quinlan is gone on a mission with his master and Obi is missing him crazy while trying to train (and failing) and in one of his moments of like, recalibrating his breathing he hears some classmate.

“Surely he’s missing his boyfriend” 

And it is like a whiplash of emotion just colliding. The frustration from the failing training session, shock from realizing something he didn’t wanted, shame and the rage directed to the other younglings, homesickness from Quinlans absense and just plain and suffocating fear. 

He felt horrible, like he’d being punched in the stomach multiple times... 

He wanted to vomit...

and he did.

It would take time for everything to go back to normal. After the surgery, Obi-Wan would start being more quiet and fearful, but when everybody kept avoiding him and yet the looks and whispers still followed him, that fearfullness became anger. Anger he would lash out at anyone who was close enough to make him snap and then escape. 

He wouldn’t even get close to Quinlan for years. Only when he was back from certain kriffed up planet overbeaten by a useless civil-war did he brakedown to finally get a hug from a friend. 

((I will explain Qui-Gon later if someone is interested ùwu7))

The second time it happens he was 16 and in another war infested planet. 

Satine was insufferable. After getting separeted from his master, Obi-Wan was condemned to protect this blonde girl that seemed to enjoy getting in his nerves at any given moment, even when they were on a clear danger scene, calling him by several... innovative names, laughing when he tripped or just hitting him when she thought he said or did something stupid.

He was honestly starting to question if this misssion was worth his sanity when a bad encounter gets them to bond while hiding. They where both badly hurt and without any other option, were forced to truly depend on each other.

Over the rest of the year it would grow to become something more, but it wasn’t the time nor the place to let it flourish.

They had become important for the other in that certain way that would meet the needs of both of them at the moment. But they never got to become friends in the first place. So when the moment to split came, they both knew it wasn’t meant no matter how much it hurt. And it hurt.

Qui-Gon was silent during all the farewell. He wasn’t stupid, he knew something was up as soon as they had been reunited, so he wasn’t too surprised when the flowers came. They had barely left land when the cough started and by the time they where hitting lightspeed, Obi-Wan got send to the back of the ship where his master performed a highly clandestine surgery with the help of the medical droid.

When he wakes up after the surgery, Obi-Wan proceeds to pass the 5 stages of grief. Qui-Gon is nothing but patient through the hole process. 

When his padawan tries to play dumb to himself, he just remaind him of the flowers. When he gets defensive, he just projects calm and serenity through the force. When the anxiety grows to much to the point to ask to please not to tell to the counsil about it, Qui-Gon promises to never tell a soul and when the inevitable brakedown comes in, he comms Quinlan to wait for them in the landing pad.

the fifth stage would take a long time to come. In fact, Qui-Gon wouldn’t even be alive to see it happen. It would be almost two decades and it would come in the form of a person. 

It would be the start of the second year of war. Obi-Wan was putting an unhealthy amount of sugar on a cup of caff when he stopped himself at a realization. He didn’t like sugar on his caff, hell, he didn’t even licked caff! So why in the name of the force did he had it in his personal space??

“General?”

His commanders voice startles him. He turns around to be comfronted with a familiar sight. Cody was only using the bottom part of his armor, one hand resting on the bed he was currently sitting on and the other holding the datapad he was previusly compiling. A worried look acompagning his slowly not so relaxed position.

“Is everything ok sir?”

Oh.

Oh dear...

The realization would come... peacefully. Of course it would be Cody. His wonderfull commander had crowled into his heart slowly and deliberately without knowing. With the reasuring presence, strategic mind and dry humor, it was just logical that Obi-Wan would fall for him... Also because he couldn’t do anything about it. They are at war, he is his superior and he had a duty to fulfil.

The jedi took a deep breath when the familiar sensation starts to fill in, only this time, he doesn’t panic and run to the madical hall. No, this time is different. This time he isn’t overcome with anything if not acceptance. 

This is his commander, who he loves dearly and can’t do anything about it.

So, with a reassuring tone and adoring smile, he responds.

“It’s nothing my dear, just questioning myself about the amount of sugar I see you consume”

Cody watches him closely for a couple seconds before smirking. They both know he is lying but this is not the time to talk about it.

“Sure sir, don’t you worry about it. It’s what keeps my sweet personality alive, other wise it would be crush by tha amount of useless paperwork we are given”

Obi-Wan just chuckles covering a discrete cough and turns to finish their drinks. 

[scintillatingshortgirl19]

Barry's little wave is everything to me

[spiritpraiseandbeautifulhumanity]

Not sure if I’ll even really use this account anymore but just wanted to say no one can have what me and my beloved have and they can never be us :)

[closetdbisexual]

if fuches isnt in this one ill blow up this entire building

[goldenguillotines]

mmmm.. poptart..

[cosmic-navel-gazin]

How about MacReady for the blorbo bingo?

" Stupid sexy 1980's Kurt Russell !!! "

🤠❄️🥶🥃♞🧨🔥 🩸

The FREE SPACE is for his stupid comically large cowboy hat (affectionate)!

He has it all:

I love his floofy hair, the beard, I love his drunk ass, I love the weary tired eyes! I understand The Thing's gender envy, I wanna be him too! would assimilate if given the chance

I love his beloved J&B bottle, it's what keeping him from going mad

I love that he's kinda an unusual hero, he's a bit of a cold bastard and how ironically that's great for the situation they're all in! If they need someone to quickly, no hesitations, just burn a former friend and colleague for everyone's safety, he's the guy for it^^ (Look at his exchange with Gary about Bennings, Gary is struck with horror and grief for the loss of a good friend and MacReady is like: "brb Gary, gotta go burn the rest of him"). I wish I could make rapid tough decisions like him, if it were me in Antarctica I would've been a complete utter nervous wreck of a person like, a mix between Gary, Blair and Fuchs, even if I miraculously survived the whole ordeal I would've never been able to sleep again

he look great in freezing temperatures and bi lighting

I love you "Then Clark was human, huh? Which makes you a murderer"

The way Mac grabs Windows by the scruff like a cat

I love you "First goddamn week of winter." can't get shit in Antarctica, he's just so done and tired you really get the sense that shit was bad enough without an alien life form to deal with

I love you "Nobody trusts anybody now. And we're all very tired" - UNDERSTATEMENT OF THE FUCKING CENTURY, he's such a sad dog here

I love you "Windows! Blast him!"-face

I love the way he clutches his lil dynamite sticks

I love his plastic left hand responsible for the blood test jumpscare (I wonder if it's the same plastic hand in John Carpenter's Starman (1984) ). *rant on jumpscares ensues* The Thing has a couple of jumpscares that are well used, scarce and spread throughout (another thing that makes them great is that they're not cheap, they're not just there to shake you up for no reason and then movies continues as normal (maybe not the one with Fuchs but I forgive the movie this one because it's a good fucking movie)). But almost all of them are the beginning of something horrible about to happen, they signal that SHIT'S ABOUT TO HIT THE FAN SON! The Blood Test jumpscare is an example:

I love how he's responsible for the first kill in the movie and not the titular Thing? Love it. RIP Chess Wizard, gone but never forgotten.

Actually that moment is great not only as early characterization for him (a bit of a bastard who does not take well to losing), but also as great foreshadowing. MacReady thinks he has everything figured out and is going to win against the Chess Wizard, only to just say basically fuck it and destroy it when the computer calls checkmate... it's the exact same response he has during his big showdown with Thing at the end, he thinks he's got the upper hand, Thing pulls a fast one on him, he says : "Yeah fuck you too!" and blows everything up. Things didn't go my way? I'm blowing it up then, I love it. And I just love how the Thing and MacReady are playing this little chess game with each other, both willing to discard pieces (the lads of outpost 31) to get the other.

Love how in spite of MacReady being "THE FLAMETHROWER GUY" of the group he's not just that, under all that amazing hair there's a huge beautiful brain! He's actually the one who comes up with the incredible Blood Test and I love him for that it's and incredible scene!

I'm sure I could go on and on, I just love him

[meister-s]

@ren-pilled 💚💚💚💚💚

[meister-s]

I love my beloved little Fuchs, but i do miss holding him. It's like he was made for me with the way he perfectly fit in my arms. The way his head rested comfortably on my chest or in between my legs was wonderful.

I will forever miss the way his wrists felt in my hands, how soft his tail was when wrapped around my leg, quivering.

I very much crave the sound of his shakey voice when he asks me what i'm doing when i tower over him, knife in hand.

I know you're going to read this, Ren. I want to hear you scream.

@ren-pilled 💚

[naughtydogg]

for the send me a character thing - you know i gotta do barry berkman 😌

barry my beloved (he can do a little murder ✨as a treat✨) so real for sending this

favorite thing about them

how desperately he wants to keep sally safe (toxic situations set aside) “you feel safe with me? is that what you said? sally that’s beautiful” 🥺🥺 also his love for acting really is just adorable

least favorite thing about them

man’s knack for hurting hank’s feelings (especially the last season) 😔😡

favorite canon relationship

like I said, he and sally make me 🥰

favorite non-canon relationship

it’s canon as far as like, platonic relationship but fuches and barry’s dynamic drive me WILD like !!! I could talk about the two of them for hours

what I’d do if I could spend the day with them

honestly? food + video games + alcohol in any order

random fact about them I like

ok not a random fact about barry (more a fact about the barry writing/filming process) but bill said a writer/director for GOT sat in and was so shocked by one of the murder scenes and bill was like “😏😏 when u scare game of thrones writers you know you’re winning” or something to that affect lmfao

[lina-loves-chocolate]

Barry finale predictions (just random thoughts no Emmy winning writing here):

- there will be a showdown between Hank and Barry but Fuches will show up and take over

- Hank gets murdered by Sally

- Little John survives (I think this one is a given cause there is no way Bill Hader will kill a child on TV)

- Barry will 10000% die

- little John will continue the circle of violence as he grows older as he will never get over his beloved and idolized father's death

- I give Sally a 50% survival chance... maybe she will get murdered or she will walk out with little John... either way... it will be a sad ending for her (I lover her with all my heart tho)

- Fuches... idk... if Sally dies he will take John with him, if Sally survives he has to die I think

- Gene will survive and make a podcast about everything

[sometimes-petty]

"Herr Fuchs is a firm believer in the moral necessity of revenge"

Felix, my beloved

[imscaredofart]

Also! Little bit of fanart for scorpion hill! Fuchs and Pick Jr. my absolute beloveds 🦂

[apinchofm]

All Souls AU - Benjamin succeeds in kidnapping Phoebe.

Book of Life spoilers!

Warnings - Angst and Benjamin Fox.

Phoebe couldn't see where she was as she sat up. She had a headache, an awful headache.

The room was dark, damp. The floor was clean, at least. The last thing she noticed was a young brunette with bright green eyes looking over her.

"You're human." The pregnant girl said. She couldn't be more than eighteen Phoebe estimated. Her hands glowed all slightly, the nerves coming off her in waves.

"You're a witch." She nodded.

"Where is this?"

They heard approaching footsteps coming from behind the wooden doors.

"Don't upset him." The witch whispered worriedly before scurrying back to where she was sitting.

In walked a well dressed man. Young, handsome but Phoebe had only seen him in a portrait.

He led her to a large room, with two expensive armchairs near the front of the room. A stark contrast to the decrepit science lab that was the theme of the rest of the room. He sat her in one chair and he took a seat across from her.

"Do you know who I am?" Phoebe shook her head.

"I'm afraid I don't, I do apologise." She replied politely.

He smiled ruefully, "That's alright. I blame my father for that. He didn't tell my dear little brother about me, so he couldn't tell you. Father loves his secrets."

"Your brother? You mean Marcus?" Phoebe asked and he nodded.

"I'm Benjamin Fuchs, but I think you realised that when you saw me." He said, "I've watched you, you're very intelligent. I can see why my family like you."

Phoebe tried not to tremble as he came closer to her, but she couldn't. 

"Relax. You are shaking like a leaf." Benjamin smirked.

"Where am I?" She demanded.

Benjamin tutted, "That would take the fun out of it. You are a historian, yes?" He gestured around, "Evaluate."

Phoebe evaluated her surroundings. Buildings weren't her strong suit, but looking around it was a makeshift lab? Morgue? But the building was old, despite the new equipment. The walls were peeling, exposed brick and pipes.

This was his hideout. That girl, one of his many victims.

"Marcus, he only creates those with blood rage, doesn't he? Do you know what it is?" He asked. Phoebe swallowed.

"Blood rage is a disease-"

"Bloodrage isn't a disease." Benjamin growled, but then smiled, "Its a gift. We can topple countries. Reproduce. Do you think your love's siblings are a disease?" 

"I think you enjoy using your.. gift to hurt people." Phoebe replied.

Benjamin smirked, "I do. And yet, you still aren't scared. Baldwin - that's what he calls himself now, yes? He must have a lot of fun with you. But you see, the benefits of bloodrage, whether you carry it or embrace it are that we can sense everything so much more than the ordinary vampire."

"For example..." He sniffed against her neck, "You have the most intoxicating scent. You are beautiful, delicious perhaps. I'm surprised Matthew can even stand to be around you. Or does my brother keep him away?"

Phoebe's eyes remained on him as he spoke "Has Marcus had a taste yet? Or is he too honorable? I see no bite marks on the neck. He used to do that in some of the feeding clubs in the 1800s, such a card."

"Well, I don't go to feeding clubs, I wouldn't know." Phoebe replied.

He unbuttoned the top of Phoebe's blouse and she froze. He looked at her collarbone, "Is he waiting until marriage, I wonder?"

"No, no bite marks." Benjamin leaned back and observed her and laughed, "You are just the perfect gift! I don't know what to do! I mean, the Grandmaster's beloved? My dear sister in law? Matthew's daughter. And not a single bite mark."

Phoebe's gaze was steely as he continued, "I could bite you, have a peek into your memories. Let you go. Or I could keep you. My own personal blood bag. You would keep me going for a while," He brushed a curl out of her face and Phoebe flinched as his cold hand ran down her cheek, "Or you could have a purpose as one of my experiments. And then let you go if nothing comes to fruitation. But would they still have you, I wonder. The de Clermonts are a harsh family, believe me I know, and they aren't a fan of...used goods." 

He nudged the side of her face as he spoke, breathing her in. Her fear, anxiety. But Phoebe could tell what he was trying to do. Trying to tear her down, perhaps turn her against the family.

"You are ridiculous, aren't you?" Phoebe said after a while. He tilted his head at her, slightly amused.

"How so?"

"You've spent centuries trying to topple the de Clermonts and where has that gotten you?" Phoebe scoffed, "You are hiding in a basement that I would estimate hasn't had a good clean in, five, maybe ten years. Most vampires move on from their daddy issues, I thought at least."

"Excuse me-"

"All because you're insane? Definitely. Jealous? I would say so. I mean most egomaniacs go into politics but you've chosen centuries of failure. It's pathetic." 

Benjamin suddenly pushed her against a wall.

"You can kill me. You can. But then you'll have to contend with the entire family going after you as well as the Knights, and from what I've been told, you aren't too keen to see Baldwin or Matthew again." Phoebe continued, meeting his gaze.

Benjamin punched the wall behind her, covering Phoebe in brick dust.

He breathed in harshly, angrily "You do like to make your life a lot more difficult, don't you?"

She didn't remember what happened next. But it hurt. A lot.

.....

When Phoebe woke up, a light shone in her eyes. This time she was lying on something really soft. A bed.

"Phoebe? Phoebe can you hear me?" It was Matthew. She opened her eyes fully to see she was in a bedroom and Marcus was sitting to her right, holding her hand and Matthew to her left, stethoscope wrapped around his neck.

"Easy, easy." The old vampire said, helping her sit up, "There you are."

"Thirsty." She croaked out and Marcus instantly poured her a glass of water, helping her sip it.

"Phoebe, what do you remember?" Marcus asked worriedly.

All she did was wrap her arms around Marcus who hugged her tightly and kissed the top of her head, murmuring words of comfort.

Nobody said anything yet about the large bandage on her neck.