#ocs? canon characters? both? i’ll eat them all

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i love when people make silly relationship diagrams for their ocs/fandom ocs/self-inserts. it’s so fun

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I thought It Was Normal

Percy Jackson character x male!reader (gods x reader) (platonic all)

╰･ﾟ✧☽ reader: like klaus from TUA. reader is a little oc in this, but i couldn’t help it. I needed this because I got a funny idea.

╰･ﾟ✧☽ warnings: short , me having little knowledge of what’s to come in the books, not canon just a silly idea

Camp got new campers every year so it wasn’t like they thought anything of you. The only thing is, you looked too confused to be there, everything Chiron said you would would give him the strangest look. Percy happened to be passing by, you got a tour of camp just like he did. And you were a bit to loud with your words- and let’s face it. He’s a little nosy.

“So you’re saying all the gods just drop their kids off here- or, don’t give them attention until they do something they deem worthy?” You ask like you had no care.

“Really a great idea. Half gods with daddy and mommy issues running around in the same place. Doesn’t sound dangerous at all.” You comment and continued walking with a eye roll.

Percy was interested in you right after that. You made him laugh and shared his views when he first came here, and he still thought them. He didn’t have to wait long to introduce himself since you left Hermes cabin in a rush to get away from people.

You didn’t want to talk to him at first. He tried to introduce himself but you brushed him off and said you weren’t willing to speak.

“I know it’s a lot to take in, but I’m sure you’re parent will claim you.”

You stopped in your tracks and turn around and started to flail your arms. “I am human! I have no godly parent, not like you-. Honestly I wish I was because I would be less concerned about my future.”

“That’s new.” A girl’s voice popped up from behind you and out of no where. A girl with a cap in her hands yanked down from her head, she looked intimidating to you.

“Can you all do that? Just appear out of no where?” You asked slightly scared but amazed.

“Let’s go back to the part where you’re human,” Percy stepped forward like you were a bomb of some sort ready to explode. “Why are you here?” You scuffed and shrugged your shoulders.

“So, i happened to eat a crystal I found in the woods behind my house. It was weird and it had me hypnotized, surprised I didn’t break any teeth, and the next minute I know I’m seeing the dead. And these voices are talking to me, then I’m moved off to this camp.”

“Wait the dead?”

“The gods say I need training before I came to them. Which is weird because you think they would train me themselves…do you guys know what I should do? I have no clue why they want me.” You look at both of them for help but Percy is just staring with his mouth open and shocked. Annabeth looks annoyed and looking you up and down.

“Don’t piss them off.”  she was going to be great help.

Months go by and you grow closer to the trio. it was strange how you seemed to have more strength then a human, and could kept up in training with them. not once did you ever get claimed and it still surprised them to this day how you just become something out of the blue. They tried so hard to get their parents attention but you just- stumped upon something and had the gods interests?

yes, you were human. but no longer a human boy, but a god in training.

“did it have to be him? he’s more chaotic then your son Poseidon.” zues rubbed his temple as the gods watch down on you.

“fate is a funny thing brother.“

“I for one love the kid.” ares smirks as you trip percy and let out a vicious scream. nothing evil or mean behind it, just a adrenaline rush. but ares didn’t take it that why, you were going to be a monster.

“I’ll bless him soon, he should stay in my cabin.” Aphrodite smiles and played with her hair. 

“We all know he’s basically my child, the dead thing? Yeah, he’ll be staying with me in the underworld when it’s time.” Hades smirks at all of them.

and just like that the gods are starting a war all over again.

Reader: stumbles upon a crystal

the voices: eat me!!

Reader: No!! Let me go!!

Reader then becomes a god.

[babyaiker]

Mutuals come get y’all juice! I’m finally posting about the big man Xavier!

Anyway ya! Red dead insert oc. I’ve lived 10 years of my life convincing myself self-inserts and fandom ocs were cringe, I’m healing I’m thriving let me be

I plan to post more about him in the future so I at least gotta give a general overview (under the cut teehee)

(Bonus appearance from @meeks-just-wants-to-scroll ‘s oc Malt in the first image)

Info!

Full name is Xavier Holden

Son of the real background character Judge Meredith Holden

Has multiple pen names/nicknames such as “Gorrister” and “Lorenzo”

Born in Rhodes, Lemoyne 1867, Currently 32 (1899)

Around 6ft ish, mmmmmm big boy

Outlaw traveling with the Van Der Linde gang since 1895

Prefers to paint and hunt rather than kill and rob though

Primarily uses a Springfield Rifle, with only a Cattleman for protection

Better at fighting hand-to-hand in a self-defense situation

Owns a gelding horse named Saffron

Dark Bay Shire, Gentle giant, likes eating random herbs

Symbolic animals are an octopus (high honor) or squid (low honor)

Xavier’s weirdly calm and diplomatic for an outlaw. He’s pretty closed off, but is more than happy to listen to whatever you have to say. He’s much more skilled with providing stability and comfort for others rather than fighting. Others either regard him as a trusted confidant, or a nosy gossiper who has dirt on just about everyone (both are true).

Trivia!

Is absolutely sweet on Kieran, canon can eat my entire ass those two are getting a happy ending because I said so

You may not see me post too much about them as an item on here. It’s not because I’m embarrassed, but because it’s just personal to me, that’s all. I’ll still joke/reference it though and post some of the art I do!

Lip-scar is maybe canon? It’s more so a reference to my bestie’s possible rdr2 oc, tho it’s not official (she stabbed him in the face a lil but it’s okie)

Absolutely abides by rdr2’s rule of “overweight equals high health and low stamina”. Throw this guy off a cliff and he’d probably be fine.

The fact he’s an artist is very important for like his entire character/backstory don’t forget that bit

Half original character half self insert. I project a lot of my flaws, beliefs, and gender identity onto him, but our personalities are fairly different. Plus we share just enough physical characteristics that I could cosplay him with the help of a wig and fake beard.

[yanderepuck]

Salai-Chapter 12

WELCOME TO SALAI'S ROUTE. This is a FAN MADE route of my oc, Salai. This means this route contains my headcanons for the characters and in no way is suppose to represent the canon story. This is just a fun little time because I know many of you enjoy Salai. Feel free to engage, talk theories, send asks (even to @ask-salai ).

DISCLAIMER: His route his not canon to his character. Also, all of his lore in not in the route for simplicity reasons plus please feel free to ask about him.

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After some time you went to find Theo, wanting to ask him if there was any update on the conversation in the back room.  When you went to check on them the two of them were gone.

Theo: Huh?  Where did they go?

You push open the door and look around the room and there is no one inside.

Mitsuki: There is no one in here

There is no trace of them either.

Mitsuki: Maybe they went for a walk?  We would have heard them if there was any sort of argument.

Theo sighed.  It is not like the gallery is going badly, but this definitely wasn’t something he expected.  

Theo: If that is Salai, Leonardo is going to have some explaining to do.

He turns on his heels and goes back out.  He has enough to keep track of that he doesn’t need this getting in his way.

Mitsuki:  Leonardo turned him. . . then left him?

That made no sense. Something had to have happened to-

Arthur: What are you and Theo up to, luv?

Mitsuki: eek!  Arthur!

You turn around to see him walking in.

Arthur: The two of you keep sneaking around without inviting me~

You roll your eyes, knowing what Arthur is hinting at.

Arthur:  Something has been bothering you since I saw you earlier, what is it?

Of course you can’t hide anything from Arthur.  There is no point in trying.  You might as well come out and say it before he starts going all detective on you.

Mitsuki: It’s Andrea.  He has been-

Arthur: I knew he was trouble

Arthur puts an arm around you, pulling you close.

Arthur: Looks like I still have a chance after all~

The smirk on his face quickly disappeared when you didn’t go to push him away.

Arthur: What happened, Mitsuki?  Where is he?

Mitsuki: He left…

You took a little too long of a pause and Arthur butted in again.

Arthur:  Is that man a fopdoodle?

Mitsuki: A wha- never mind.

That caught you off guard that you almost forgot what you were going to say.

Mitsuki: He left with Leonardo.

Arthur: So he is a bedswerver.

You look at him, very confused and take a step away from him.

Mitsuki: Now you are sounding like Shakespeare.

Arthur:  Ow, hard move.  I spent a little too much time with him yesterday.  Now what is going on with Andrea?  I’ll beat him up for you.

Mitsuki: No no nothing like that.  He, um, I think he is one of Leonardo’s old apprentices, and he’s back as a vampire.

Arthur was quiet for a moment, looking at you with a serious, puzzling look before breaking out into laughter.

Arthur: haha, good one luv!

Mitsuki: I’m being serious!

He wipes a tear from the corner of his eye

Arthur: That was over 400 years ago, and who would bring him back?  Comte and Vlad haven’t been able to use the door, nor has Vlad mentioned bringing back someone else.  How could he have-

Mitsuki:  Leonardo turned him

Silence.  You thought Arthur was going to laugh again.  You know he was getting to the point about how Leonardo couldn’t have been the one to bring him back.

Arthur: You’re joking?

Mitsuki: Then give me another outcome, Mr. Holmes.

Arthur frowned as you glared at him.  He gave you nothing.

Mitsuki: That’s what I thought.

Arthur: So that is what you meant when you said they know each other.

Arthur sighs. And walks you out of the back room.

Arthur: I’m sure everything is fine.  If that is all true then Leonardo must have taken him to the mansion to talk.

You nod your head, following beside him

~~

Leonardo and Salai are sitting outside at a cafe not far from the gallery.  Leonardo got them both coffee and insisted on Salai getting something to eat.  Salai is holding the cup in his hands, still having a hard time looking up at him.  Leonardo sits back in his chair, not taking his eyes off of him.

Leonardo: How did you find me, bambino?

Salai: Your notebooks.  I kept going through all of them, hoping you mentioned someone I would be able to find.

He anxiously sips the coffee. 

Leonardo: You still have my notebooks?

Salai nodded, looking up at Leonardo for a moment before looking back down.

Salai: I kept everything of yours that I could.  I didn’t want to lose any of it.  One was misplaced and I finally found it a few years ago.  It had St. Germaine’s name in it and I vaguely remember him when I was younger.  I found out he was in Paris and I got here as quickly as I could.

Leonardo was surprised at how much work he was putting into finding him.  He never doubted that Salai wasn’t smart, but after what happened he thought he would move on.

Salai: I heard a few things about him but no one seemed to know exactly where he lived, and since I needed to pay rent I was painting in the city hoping I would see either him or you.

Leonardo: Bambino… I’m sorry.

Salai: Y-you didn’t come back. I-I needed you

Just as he seemed like he was starting to calm down, tears began to form in his eyes.  Leonardo leans forward and puts his hand over one of his.

Leonardo: I know, I know.  I shouldn’t have.  Or at the least went looking for you.

Salai finally looks up at him, trying so hard not to let the tears fall.

Leonardo: When we’re done why don’t you take me to where you’ve been staying?  We’ll move your things to the mansion.

Salai: Really?

He uses the cuff of his sleeve to wipe his eyes.  Leonardo smiles and nods at him then sits back in his chair.

~~~

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Those of you who have been to my main blog in the past year or so might recognize these familiar faces. The little girl is Karin Fjellvik, a character from the game “My Child Lebensborn” (I call it “MCL” for short), and the woman is Karita Omdahl, my MCL fan character/self-insert and Karin’s adoptive mother. I’ve made a few posts about them both on my main blog as well as my sideblog which specifically focuses on my OC x canon relationships, so take a gander if you’d like to read more about them! 

I’ll probably mention a bit of the game as I talk about them in this post, so minor spoilers ahead!! Also, fair warning if you do decide to check out the actual game for yourself: it’s based on real historical events (specifically having to do with the end of World War 2) and involves prejudice/racism and violence towards a child (among other things). Needless to say, it’s quite emotional, and let’s just say that by the end of my play-through, I wanted to punt quite a few people into the shadow realm because of what they did to my poor daughter. 😭

While MCL was originally set during the aftermath of World War 2, I imagine my sims counterparts live in the modern day. Funnily enough, the developers of MCL are currently working on a sequel which will take place in a more modern setting! I would think the sims versions of Karin and Karita moved to this new place in Willow Creek after they’d gone through similar events that happened in the original game. All they wanted to do was to just... get away from their old town, from Karin’s old school, from everything their cruel neighbors had done to them.

Karin and Karita would start their new lives in this modest but pretty one-story home with a small outdoor area for the two to sit and for Karin to play. In the game, you happen to make contact with Karin (or her male counterpart Klaus)’s biological father, who wires you money to help you move out of town. I imagine Karita used much of that money to pay off this new house. They started with only $200 in simoleons, which was a nod to how you would start off with 200 coins (? - dollars? Or whatever they used in Norway during that time? I don’t think the game actually specified what that actual currency was lmao) in the original game.

As money is tight in their household, Karita knows they’ll need it only for the most important items, and she’s made sure Karin knows that. There are times where Karin wishes she had the newest toys or clothes like the other kids have, and she’ll get upset when she can’t have them. Karita promises she’ll buy them one day for her, just not today. After all, it’s better to be selfless than selfish. Karin recently received a whole mini art studio set for her birthday, and she LOVES it! She plans to create lots of artwork to display in her room, and she even uses it occasionally in the middle of the night when she can’t sleep. She even says she hopes to help her mother earn money by selling her best artwork. 🥰

On certain days of the week, Karita works as a manual laborer as a way to bring in some stable income (I thought this was the closest to some kind of factory work, which is your/the parent’s job in MCL). The catch to this, though, is that she currently works during the weekend, which means Karin is left at home alone in the morning. :( Karita knows how much her daughter hates being by herself, so once she returns home from work, she makes sure they spend plenty of quality of time together. Their favorite activities include fishing (they can catch something to eat or Karin asks to keep one as a little pet), reading books, drawing pictures, cooking, and watching television.

See the little fish next to the television? Karin caught it and wanted to save it from being eaten!

Other than Karin’s idea to sell some of her artwork in the future, the two also already have creative ways to earn extra money on the side (or when they really need money fast). For one, Karita happens to enjoy gardening and has made a habit of exploring her neighborhood and harvesting wild plants to grow around their home. She may keep some to use as fresh ingredients/food, but most of the time, she’ll sell them when they’re fully grown.

Being experienced in manual labor, Karita isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty by digging for things as well. She’ll sell the majority of her finds along with things she catches through fishing.

Karin is also a keen explorer and likes to look for frogs. She’ll keep them as pets, too, but once she catches a new one, she knows she’ll have to sell the old one since multiple frogs is... kind of a lot to deal with in such a small home, lol.

This is her latest find, a spotted leaf frog!

So that’s basically how a typical day would go for Karin and Karita! Karin goes to school during the week, of course, and since Karita doesn’t work on weekdays, she’ll usually spend those days building her skills and doing the many things she’s already come up with to earn extra money.

Currently, Karita is hoping to save up for some renovations, including expanding the interior of their home so she will able to build a little writing studio! She wishes to write about her and Karin’s experiences and to send a message to the world to be kind to each other - something among those lines.

I like playing wholesome families like this, and I think the added challenge of reduced funds not only ties into the original game where the characters came from, but it also makes playing this household a lot more fun and interesting.

Oh, I forgot to mention, guess who came by their household while I was taking screenshots of them for this post?

a wild rose appears lmao

also i just realized you can spy one of dina caliente’s sons in the background

[sweetandglovelyart]

I like your OCs quite a bit. So here's a few questions for you. Go crazy.

🤝🗣️⭐️🛒🏠Gem 🤝🍱🍎🗡️🪄 Cintia

🤝🤫🥺🎮🏠Trixie

*The 🤝 emoji is mostly for elaboration, i'm aware they all have connections to canon characters. I'd like to hear more.

They might be too many, so pick and choose which ones you feel like answering!

Thank you very much for the ask! Don’t worry about sending too many, I’ll answer all of them!

For Gem:

🤝: Does your OC have any important connections to any canon characters?

Gem is Daroach’s ex-girlfriend/first love, and she was also good friends with Spinni and Storo. She viewed Doc as a father figure since he was always very kind and fatherly to her and her own father wasn’t a very good dad. Gem hasn’t seen any of the Squeaks since she and Daroach split up, but they may all be reuniting very soon… 👀

🗣️: If you could cast a voice actor to voice your OC who would you choose?

I would pick Sarah Stiles to voice her. I made a little OC voice headcanon video a while back where I used some clips of Sarah Stiles voicing Spinel from Steven Universe for Gem’s section, Gem’s homeworld is based off of New York City so I see her as having a little bit of a New York/Brooklyn accent like Spinel, and Gem performs as a singer when she’s not doing mob activities so I felt like it would make sense to pick a voice actress for her who’s also a singer.

⭐️: If your OC got their own spinoff game what would it be about and what would the gameplay be like?

Since Gem is a mobster, I could see it being a mafia-themed mystery visual novel type of thing.

🛒: If your OC owned a shop, what would they sell?

It’s not exactly a shop, but Gem does own a restaurant/club that’s a front for her mob activities. She performs there as a singer and sells really delicious Italian food lmao

🏠: Where does your OC live?

Gem lives on a planet called Muridia, which is the Squeaks’ homeworld in my AU. It’s based very heavily off of New York City. The name Muridia comes from Muridae/Murids, the family that mice and rats are members of. Since they’re all little mouse people I thought this would be a fitting name for their homeworld.

For Cintia:

🤝: Does your OC have any important connections to any canon characters?

Cindee is Meta Knight and Dedede’s daughter, and Kirby views her sort of like his little sister. After they saw Taranza and Susie with Clover, Meta Knight and Dedede decided that they wanted to have a child together as well, so they visited the aliens that cloned Clover and asked them to clone a child for them, and that’s how they got Cindee.

🍱: If your OC had a dish themed around them at the Kirby Cafe, what would it be?

I could see it being some sort of chocolate dessert or a fancy little drink. The dessert or drink could also maybe have a moon motif since Cindee’s signature symbol is a crescent moon. For a drink, maybe it could be something like a blueberry soda or blue butterfly pea flower bubble tea and it could have a crescent moon or bat wings as a garnish.

🍎: What are some foods that your OC enjoys eating?

I could see her really enjoying chocolatey desserts/enjoying sweets in general like Meta Knight.

🗡️: What is your OC’s weapon of choice?

Meta Knight is training her to use a sword and Dedede is training her to use a hammer. I could see her using both in combat, maybe she’d have a sword in one hand and a hammer in the other when fighting and she’d find a way to combine attacks using both weapons.

🪄: Does your OC use magic? If they do, how did they gain their magical abilities?

I actually haven’t thought about whether or not she can use magic. I forget if Dedede and Meta Knight are able to use any magical attacks, I’ll have to look into that/remind myself of what they can do and then get back to you. It would make sense for Cindee to inherit a little bit of magic if her parents can use it.

For Trixie:

🤝: Does your OC have any important connections to any canon characters?

Trixie is Susie’s mother and is Max’s ex-wife. After Susie disappeared Trixie and Max eventually divorced since they were dealing with their grief in different ways/were arguing more and finding it hard to support each other in their grief, and they eventually cut contact with each other after the divorce. When Susie eventually returned and reunited with her dad, she got the impression that her mother had died while she was gone, so she isn’t aware that her mother is still alive and Trixie isn’t aware that Susie is still alive. Not yet, at least… 👀

🤫: Does your OC have any secrets?

I wouldn’t say that they’re secrets, but there are a few things that have happened to Trixie/things that have gone on in her life following Susie’s disappearance that Susie isn’t yet aware of. I’d elaborate on this, but if I do it’ll spoil some of what I have planned for my AU.

🥺: What is your OC’s biggest regret?

Trixie’s biggest regret is not going in to work with Max and Susie on the day that Susie disappeared. Normally they would all go as a family and Susie would do her own thing while her parents were working, but on the day Susie disappeared Trixie was feeling sick and decided to stay home so Max and Susie went by themselves. Trixie regrets not being able to spend those last few moments with her daughter before her disappearance, and she wonders if she could have done something to prevent it from happening if she had been there.

🎮: What Kirby game or what point in the Kirby series timeline would your OC first appear?

She first appears after Star Allies but before Kirby Fighters 2. I can’t really elaborate on how Susie and the other characters encounter her because it’s a bit of a spoiler for what I have planned, but Trixie and Susie reunite at this point in the timeline.

🏠: Where does your OC live?

Trixie lives on her and Susie’s homeworld, M’Jael. I’ll elaborate on this some more when I get to the Susie redemption arc comic that I’m planning to start posting next year, because I plan to show their homeworld in it, but M’Jael is a planet that I’m basing heavily off of the USA. Speaking as an American myself, I figured that it would make sense for Trixie, Max, and Susie to be from a world that’s essentially the USA lmao, it would explain the capitalism and the colonizing of other people’s planets. M’Jael has several colony planets that some members of Susie’s species live on, but Trixie, Max, and Susie are from M’Jael itself and not one of its colonies. The name M’Jael is an anagram of Majel. I named the planet after the actress Majel Barrett-Roddenberry, she played several important characters in Star Trek and voiced most of the ship computers in various Star Trek shows, so I thought it’d be a nice homage to name a planet of alien-robot people after an actress who’s played an alien and a robot lmao, I’m a big Star Trek fan and I see a lot of parallels between Star Trek and Kirby, so I like slipping little Star Trek references into my Kirby stuff. It’s pretty easy to reference Star Trek in anything having to do with Susie because of Star Trek being set in the future/having a lot of futuristic technology.

[fareehaandspaniards]

Hi Fareeha! I was wondering, about your bloodborne ships what was your first impressions of them?

What intrigued you and what happen that made you like them that much now? Or did it just came naturally? ;)

I am sorry it took so long! It's 1 PM right now, I managed to GOT up somehow lol... Don't even remember how fell asleep yesterday. Also was occupied with fanfic, trying my best, etc... But to the topic:

Since my first ship was gehrmaria, I’ll start with it.

Romance, sadness, age difference... An old hunter grieving for his beloved who has passed away. All this reminded me of old european ballads that I was reading in my 16... A very beautiful story, unexpectedly romantic for Bloodborne (although it can be interpreted in different ways, not only romantically, but still it is fascinating). Let me add that they both look aesthetically stunning! They are classical, they are tragical, they are... perfection.

First impression for all other ships was: "How do you guys know anything about them?? There is nothing in game about them!!! How can you ship Caryll, mf is not even NPC?? Where do you get an information?? Who tf is Edgar? Oh, I killed him?..."

I swear I was shocked, when learned that fandom has CRAZY amount of ships. First Playtrough I barely got who is Laurence lmao, what IS Healing Church and so on... I can say sincerely - I started to Really understand, why is Valtr insane, why Laurence is VICAR, not bishop, why Annalise's hair are white and not brown, who tf can be siblings in a damned Research Hall and etc ONLY because of @katyahina timeline. My brain can't contain SO MANY info I swear, but I am trying, getting Insight every time I read this (in a good way ofc, I want to see Amygdalas in my sweet Yharnam-like city!)

So. Ships with Micolash. At first I brought him together with my hunter, Guillermo, and was pleased with myself - my story for them sounded convincing, thoughtful and hot xdd Guillermo - a madly in love hunter who, for seeing a drop of light in Micolash (in his past) and hearing Kos's whispers, is ready to die a hundred times, endure literally everything... Poor man! xD And Micolash who is insane enough to feel neverending cycle of NewGames, I mean, that he may even remember that he died already from hunter's hand, that hunter killed him 4 different ways, and I think Micolash would be frightened and lost? He genuinely thought that Nightmare is a perfect realm, HIS realm, but it turns out that someone else is good as Micolash himself to eat cords and ascend but succesfully. Oooof. I like that, Love and Despair, Love/Hate and etc. Oc x canon is really fine, when there are FEELINGS and TENSION between your char and canonical char.

After some time I got to know that silly guy with glasses on from a bridge is somehow really interesting deep character! xD And he's a cutie himself! (I mean look at him. My sweet accountant, my beloved nerd, and it's not a sarcasm!! He looks exquisite) I really like Edgar x Micolash for my beloved love/hate theme, slight toxicity and Edgar’s unspoken dependence on his enemy (Micolash is often made too “submissive” in their pairing. He may be and even must be bottom, but he is too much dominant as a person to be so naive and crying because Edgar-senpai is ignoring him). Edgar is a choir boy, soft, afraid of Micolash, is angry with him, but inside he cannot live without his attention. And Micolash - I think he liked Edgar as something unusual, fresh in his life (or death), something absolutely different from everything he had seen. Moreover, a spy. Moreover, he is so confident in the Church. But can change his opinion and most likely will. A perfect object of entertainment and moral debate. You can break him and win him over to your side. Nice pairing. I'm still in love.

Laurence x Micolash - kjdsflak;sdjfwernmfklaaaawoooooo!!!11!1! This ship is driving me crazy, I can't!! xD They look great together, they are similar, they are two brilliant minds seeking for knowledge, two scientists, two rivals, two assholes. But it seems to me that they would definitely have separated, because such similar people are unlikely to be together for a long time. I mean, they both need primacy too much. And it would destroy them. I also don't like Laurence, I can't help it. Maybe because I still don't fully understand his character?.. Maybe.

Damian x Micolash - amazing! I am now captivated by this pairing and am writing a story based on it. They are beautiful combination of an adult, serious Damian and an energetic, hot-tempered Micolash, as a couple they are divine. Damian... still waters run deep and all that. He is strong, thoughtful, cold, he can knock out any threat to his loved one. As a former Tomb Prospector and a Mensis Scholar, a byrgerkinght student, he must be really educated and smart, but also well-built and powerful, graceful and deadly. Micolash is his master and also a little boy. I headcanon that Damian is like 15 years older than him? And that's great. Wonderful, soft ship with a deep conflict of Damian's humanity and Micolash's curiosity and confidence.

Am I shipping anything else? With such passion - no. But in general, I like Laurence/Ludwig, Caryll/Rom, recently one nice person helped me realize the potential of Micolash/Adeline and I am kinda hmmmmm interested? XD I need more time to think of it. I met this pairing earlier but was like "pppft they couldn't even met!", don't blame me :'D

I respect all pairings, if they have something like plot in them. It’s especially nice to see when an artist or writer is truly devoted to his favorite couple and describes it with soul, it just makes you look at the couple from a different angle and start scrutiny.

[adminbryantsaki]

Chapter 20: Final Exams.

(This Au will follow the main events of the canon. In this AU, the tropes of fantasy and Omegaverse apply. The dynamics that can apply to people are Alpha, Luna, Beta, and Omega. The main ship is Erasermic x oc. I do not own the characters of My Hero Academia. Horikoshi Kōhei does. I also don’t own any of the fast-food franchises or any of the other references to other super hero movies or groups.  I own Bryant Saki. Here is her info Please do not steal.)

(These are the Headcanons. Please read these before the fic.)

WC: 9,534

Tw: Omegaverse Shenanigans, polygamy, PTSD, Breeding kink, Breeding, trauma, fear, ED (eating disorder),PTSD flashback, slight cutting, bugs, blood, weight gain, stuffing, body shaming, and feeding.)

Prologue Chapter Nineteen ~ Chapter Twenty-One

We arrived in front of the viewing room where the other teachers along with Class 1-A was waiting to begin the physical side of their final exams for the semester. Shouta stood in front of the group and explained the situation to his class. “Today’s part of the exams with be a two-on-one battle between two students and one teacher. Each of us will be wearing sets of compressed weights that equal to half our body weight to give you students an equal opportunity to either place a set of special cuffs on us or get you and your teammate past the gate in the arena you will be fighting in. Now, I am sure all of you are eager to find out who you are paired up with. That’s right, you don’t get to pick your partner since that task has already been done for you. I will list them off in order. Rikido Sato and Eijiro Kirishima against Cementoss, Tsuyu Asui and Fumikage Tokoyami against Ectoplasm, Tenya Iida and Mashirao Ojiro against Power Loader, Shoto Todoroki and Momo Yaoyorozu against myself, Ochaco Uraraka and Yuga Aoyama against Thirteen, Mina Ashido and Denki Kaminari against Principal Nezu, Koji Koda and Kyoka Jiro against Present Mic, Toru Hagakure and Mezo Shoji against Snipe, Hitoshi Shinso and Hanta Sero against Midnight, leaving Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugo against All Might. Is that understood? We didn’t pair you up based on compatibility of quirks but also how well you work with others in a relationship. Everyone needs to change into their hero uniforms and everyone who isn’t going up first can head inside to the viewing room to watch your classmates and take notes. Keep in mind that these battles will make up most of your final grade for this semester and if you don’t pass, those who fail will be staying behind when we go to summer camp.” He explained and turned to go inside. Midoriya raised his hand and Shouta called on him.

“Yes?” “Would it be possible to battle against one of the Admins? We’ve heard so much about them and we would like to have that experience.” Izuku asked. Shouta looked to me with an eyebrow raised. I shrugged and looked at him.

“If they want the experience, then I’ll give it to them. I’m not that special though, I’m just like any other Pro hero.” I spoke, looking to the students. “Who cares? I’ve been wanting to take one down since we saw an Admin in Hosu.” Bakugo shouted and I rolled my eyes. “Well, you won’t be taking any Admin down today. You and Midoriya still are going up against All Might. Admin Bryant will be swapping out with Midnight. Is that alright with you?” Shouta asked and looked over to his friend who agreed.

“I think she will do great. I appreciate the break.” Midnight spoke and walked off since she wasn’t involved in the exams anymore. “Alright, since that is settled, Sato and Kirishima, both of you head to your designated battleground. Rest of you head inside.” He spoke and waited for everyone to head inside.

When everyone had gone inside, except for Shouta and I, he looked to me. “Are you sure you should fight? Do you think you can handle them?” He asked. “They will be easy. I might lose some of the weight I gained, but I’m sure you and Mic will take care of that tonight.” I told him and walked inside with him. I saw some of the students standing in front of the screen as Rikido Sato and Eijiro Kirishima were beginning their fight against Cementoss, as others were at different tables or even sitting on the floor making strategies against the teacher they were going to fight. As Shouta and I were walking past the students to go to the room where we would wait for our matches to come up, I heard Sero and Shinso planning out a strategy against me. “Well, do you know anything of Admin Bryant’s powers?” “Um, I know she can heal and uhm, she can make portals… But I don’t know how that’s going to help.” Shinso spoke. “She could trap one of us or even both of us in a kind of infinite falling loop like you see in cartoons. She could do that until the timer runs out which wouldn’t be good. But how would she heal people?” Sero thought out loud. I walked out of earshot by then and followed Shouta into one of the teacher waiting rooms.

“Is it alright if I wait with you? I wouldn’t know what to do except for eat a bit more before the battle.” I asked. “Sure. I’m going to take a nap.” Shouta spoke and somehow had his infamous yellow sleeping bag in the hallway already. “How did…” I asked and gestured to his sleeping bag. “I asked Midnight to bring it here since we had to oversee the rooms being installed to our house.” He spoke and I nodded, understanding what had happened. I followed him into the room and sat at the table as he laid on the floor in his sleeping bag. I opened a portal to grab a container of mac and cheese with chicken tenders and bell peppers from the fridge in my locker’s kitchen and begin to eat my food. As I ate, I looked up any kind of report or source that said of an Admin seen at the Hosu incident that had happened a few weeks ago. I found some zoomed out photos of Kurogiri and Shigaraki on  the top of a water tower and a new figure alongside them. It was a young woman with platinum blonde hair, red eyes, and a pale complexion. I frowned and zoomed in on her face and running a facial recognition check on her as I waited for my match to come up. I finished my food by the time the facial check was done. I looked at my tablet in horror as I found out that this was one of the few Admins that had chosen the villains as their characters to cover. This Admin was Kumicho Toga. Sister to one of the villains themselves. I was alerted that this Admin was dangerous and to be arrested on sight or killed on sight. I rubbed my temples as Shouta got up and looked at me. “Are you alright?” He asked as he got out of his sleeping bag and set it next to me.

“I found out who the Admin was that Bakugo was talking about. They are dangerous and already have an arrest warrant and a death penalty on them.” I told him and showed him the photo of the person. “Alright. I’ll keep an eye out for her when I go on patrol tonight. I need to head out into my match. You get rest. Feel free to watch with the other teachers, alright? There is another viewing room just down the hall that is separate from the students so we didn’t hear their strategies.” Shouta told me and kissed my head. “Okay, I’ll do that. I’ll keep your sleeping bag in my locker so it isn’t forgotten here.” I spoke and put his sleeping bag through a portal in my locker. I stood up to follow Shouta out of the room and go into the teacher’s viewing room. I found Present Mic and sat down next to him.

“Hey, looks like Eraser is up next. Are you excited to fight against the students?” He asked. “I am, But I also want them to succeed too. They’ve worked so hard this semester. I believe that all the students deserve to go to the summer camp.” I told him. “What do you mean? All the students will be going to the training camp. Eraserhead only said that as a tactic to get everyone to do their best.” I heard Principal Nezu say. I sighed and leaned against my seat as I watched the matches play out. I was surprised to see Midnight there observing the matches even though I had taken her place. I let the thought go and kept watching the matches, keeping the thought of the dangerous Admin on the loose and running around with the League of Villains in my mind. Midnight touched my arm gently since I had stared off into space. “It’s almost your time to fight, honey. Are you alright? You weren’t aware when Mic left the room. Is there something on your mind?” She asked as she knelt to my level.

“There is something. I found out who the Admin was that Bakugo mentioned was at the Hosu incident. She is very dangerous and already has an arrest warrant and a death penalty against her. Her name is Kumicho Toga. I already told Eraser. Be careful when you patrol.” I told her as I stood up and tucked my tablet away. “Alright, thank you for telling me. I’ll show you to the training ground where you need to be for the exam.” She spoke and guided me to a rocky terrain and left me be to plan out what I wanted to do. I wanted to wait until the students arrived to act out my plan.

~~~~~

It wasn’t long before Sero and Hitoshi arrived at the entrance to the arena. “Alright, let’s get this over with.” I spoke and the buzzer sounded. I remained hidden in the rocks with the escape gate behind me. “Don’t be shy, you two, come at me with all you got!” I called out. Sero looked to Hitoshi and nodded. They couldn’t see me as they were hidden behind some rocky pillars and waiting for the right time to strike. I walked closer with water formed around my arms, in the shapes of long blades, ready to strike. Sero made the mistake of looking out from his hiding spot and I attacked his position. I had been told to take on the role as a villain. I took this literally and I added black face paint around my eyes like a mask and I was attacking the students left and right. I looked to Hitoshi and lunged at him.

“Why are you fighting us?” He asked. I knew better than to answer Hitoshi since I knew about his brainwashing quirk from the Sports Festival. I dodged his attacks and managed to open a set of portals below and above Hitoshi, throwing him into an infinite falling loop. I turned to Sero who was nervous now. “What is this little hero going to do now? Your teammate is stuck in an infinite loop. Are you going to save them, fight me, or sacrifice your teammate and save yourself?” I asked. Sero looked to his teammate, then to me, then to the gate. “Clock’s ticking, kid. I don’t have time to wait around.” I spoke and swung a hammer made of water down onto Sero, forming it into ice as I attacked. He shot tape out of his elbow to a rock closer to Hitoshi to dodge my attack. I copied him and shot a pillar of water from my arm to the heroes, planning to freeze them there and wait out the clock. Sero managed to push Hitoshi out of the way and still get frozen in place, shooting out a long strand of his tape for his teammate to use since he was now unable to exit. “Take her down!” He called out before he was entirely frozen. Hitoshi grabbed the tape and fastened it to the handcuffs, booking it to the exit. I opened a portal and appeared in front of him. “You aren’t getting away that easily.” I told him and shot more water at him.

He dodged out of the way and began to speak, I managed to ignore him again and make a telepathic link to him, blasting the music I was listening to into his mind, taking him off guard. “You didn’t expect that, now did you? I can control minds as well.” I told him and let the music play. “MAKE IT STOP!” Hitoshi yelled. “Now why would I do that when I was just beginning to have fun.” I spoke. It was too late before I realized what I had done, I felt my mind cloud over and go blank. I began to panic as it was something too familiar from my past. I managed to snap myself out of the brainwashing by cutting my arm gently against one of the rocks. It was too late though and I was gasping for air. Hitoshi had managed to get the cuff links over my wrists. I was on my hands and knees. The buzzer at the gate went off, signaling that the match was over and the students had won… well, Hitoshi had won. Sero had been taken down and frozen by my ice before the match was over. I panted and stood up when Hitoshi was looking down at me with concern.

“Admin? Are you alright?” He asked. “I’ll be fine. Let’s get your teammate unfrozen and get the two of you back so you can watch your classmates go up against All Might.” I spoke and melted the ice around Sero. I walked back to the viewing area with them and went to the teacher’s side once they were situated with their classmates. Shouta saw me and walked over to me. “Are you alright? You seemed off after you broke out of Shinso’s brainwashing. Also your arm is still bleeding, I’ll take you to the old lady to get patched up. I already had to do that with Mic today.” He spoke and walked with me to Recovery Girl’s office where Mic was sitting in a chair with his head in his hands. “Oh my, What are you in for, Miss Bryant?” Recovery Girl asked. “I have a minor cut from my match. Otherwise, I’m fine.” I told her and she had me sit down. Shouta stayed with me and rubbed my back. “I think there’s more than just the cut. I think she had a trigger flashback.” He told Recovery Girl and I looked up to him. “Is that so? Do you know what triggered your flashback?” She asked as she wrapped up my arm. I held my arm for her to keep wrapping my injury and I pulled my knees to my chest since my stomach had deflated from using my quirk in battle. I hesitated and took some deep breaths before speaking. “My flashback was triggered by being brainwashed. I didn’t like it. It was a bad feeling. I only cut my arm to break out of the brainwashing. I saw Midoriya give himself a minor injury during his match with Shinso at the Sports festival, so I thought that I’d do the same.” I spoke out loud and I saw Hizashi look over at us. “Bryant’s injured? Is she okay?” He asked and walked over to where Shouta was and sat next to him.

“I’m fine, Hizashi. Just a small cut on my arm from one of the rocks. What are you in here for? Shouta told me that he had to bring you in here earlier.” “Koji used his quirk to control bugs and they swarmed me so they could get out… I don’t like bugs.” He told me and shuddered. “Will you be, okay?” I asked. “Yes, I will be. I’m worried about you though, sweetheart. Judging by how Shouta is looking at you, it was more than just an arm cut that brought you in.” He spoke. “Trauma trigger to being brainwashed.” I spoke and looked down to the bed that I was sitting on. “That’s horrible. What do you need?” He asked. “I think some food and watching Midoriya and Bakugo’s match will help.” I spoke. Recovery Girl finished wrapping up my arm and gave me a blue lollipop for being such a good patient and telling me to take it easy. She also told Shouta and Hizashi to stick with me and help me through any other flashbacks if I get them throughout the day.

We arrived safely back at the viewing area and took our seats as I pulled out some food to eat. I pulled out another container of mac and cheese with chicken nuggets this time and I watched the screen. Bakugo was all over the place blowing everything up and wanting to take down All Might on his own, without Midoriya’s help. I rolled my eyes and kept eating, passing chicken nuggets to Mic as we watched the match play out as if it were a daytime tv drama. By the time Bakugo realized he needed to allow Midoriya to help him, I was on my second helping of chicken nuggets and watching the screen intently, even though I knew how it was going to end. All Might didn’t make it easy for either of them to escape from him and win that easily, but the pair managed to passs through the gate and win the match. I exhaled in relief as I was waiting with baited breath. I just hoped what was supposed to happen at the training camp regarding the two students wouldn’t happen at all. Once the match was over, the students were carted off to Recovery Girl and the final scores needed to be tallied up. All the teachers gathered together and talked over how their matches played out from their point of view to assess how well the students participated in their exams. When the conversation came around to me, I told them how Sero seemed to freeze before he acted to save Hitoshi and sacrificed himself so his teammate would win the match for them both. I figured that both students did well enough to pass.

“I know you’d want both students to pass but only Shinso will pass. Hanta was knocked out before he either assisted Shinso with putting the cuffs on you or crossed the gate with Shinso and therefore didn’t qualify to pass the physical part of the exam.” Shouta told me as he was looking over the footage. I nodded and we went on through the other exams and how the students faired through their exams. After the assessments were over, the grades would be put out on the screen for both the teachers and the students could see. All the teachers were interested on seeing how well the students did and all but five of the students managed to pass. Those four students were Rikido Sato, Eijiro Kirishima, Mina Ashido, and Hanta Sero managed to fail the exams. Shouta told his students that because of two teams and Sero managing to fail, they would all be going since those students needed the summer camp the most and that they would be getting extra lessons that would be harder than lessons received during summer school. At this, Principal Nezu announced that the End of Term Test was over and that everyone did a great job.

~~~~~ Meanwhile, out where the League of Villains is hiding, Tomura Shigaraki is glaring down a photograph of Izuku Midoriya in his hand. He growls and disintegrates the photo as Kumicho brings in two visitors along with a black-market broker that can provide them with support items. They all have interest in joining the League of Villains. These two visitors meet with Tomura face to face, even though Tomura isn’t pleased with his guests since they seem to be types he hates the most and he orders Kurogiri to send them away. Kumicho frowns. “You don’t get it! These two will help us out, I swear it!” She cries out.

“I helped Miss Kumicho here gather these quality villains to join your little group here. At least let them have a chance to introduce themselves.” The broker spoke. “Tomura, let our guests have a chance to introduce themselves.” Kurogiri spoke. “Fine. Make it quick. I’m already irritated.” He spoke and looked over to the young woman standing next to Kumicho and the young man with patches of burned skin attached to his flesh with silver staples. “This girl here is my older sister, Himiko Toga, She’s already a suspect on the run for draining the blood from people multiple times. I helped her with a couple of them.” Kumicho spoke and her sister smiled and took over from her introduction there. “I just want the world to be an easier place to live in. I want to be like Mr. Stain. Please let me join!” She pleaded excitedly. Tomura in unimpressed but lets her stay. He turns to the boy and the broker known as Giran introduces him.

“He hasn’t done anything too exciting except for some arson and burning around thirty people alive. He also believes in Stain’s ideals.” Giran spoke. Tomura was growing even more irritated at this point since he was getting tired of hearing Stain’s name instead of his since his Nomu cause so much destruction that night and yet Stain’s name covered every headline that he saw. “What’s your name?” He asked in an irritated voice. “Is this League of Villains even following a cause? Seems like a lost cause to me.” He spoke. “How rude. Just answer the question.” “I go by Dabi.” “Tell me your real name.”

“I’ll reveal my real name when I need to. I’ll be the one to fulfill Stain’s ideals.” Dabi told him. Tomura grows even more agitated at hearing Himiko and Dabi constantly talking about the Hero Killer. He finds them to be of no use to him and prepares to attack them. Kumicho reacts to this by pulling her sister away and letting Dabi lunge at Tomura in a preparation to defend himself. As the two clash, Kurogiri uses his msit to warp Dabi and Tomura’s attacks away from each other, stopping a potential fight and the destruction of their base. “Tomura Shigaraki, please calm down. We need to expand our group to accomplish your goals. Now that the spotlight is on us, it wouldn’t be wise to reject these two villains and the help they can provide. If you don’t make use of the help that is offered from our Admin, everything that belongs to us will disappear entirely.” Kurogiri persuades Tomura. Understanding his companion, Tomura storms out of the room, not saying a word, and shutting a door behind him.

“That kid is too young to be running something like this.” “Giran, please wait a few days for our reply regarding Dabi and Himiko’s approval to join this alliance. Tomura Shigaraki knows what needs to be done and with time, he will accept them.” Kurogiri says. Kumicho walks her sister, Dabi, and Giran out of the room before looking to the No Video screen of the TV against the far wall of the room. “What do you think of them, Master? Did you like my sister?” Kumicho asks. “They both seemed interesting. I will leave the choice to Tomura though. Thank you for bringing them here, Admin Kumicho.” Master says. ~~~~~ As the three of us were heading to the main building, I felt my stomach growl. “You’re still hungry after all of that? What do you want to eat?” Shouta asked as he looked to me. “I’ve been wanting to try a buffet in town. I saw an advertisement for the restaurant the other day when Hizashi and I were at the radio station.” I spoke and stretched my arms. “Sounds good to me, we have a couple things to wrap up at the office then we can head out. What kind of food were you thinking of getting?” Hizashi asked.

“More pasta and noodles. That fight took it out of me.” I spoke as my stomach growled more. “Looks like you’re hungry now. Do you still have some of those leftovers in your lunch bag, Mic?” Shouta asked. “Yup, I’ll get that for Bryant as you wait for the students to get changed and you tell them what’s going on.” Hizashi spoke and we went our separate ways in the school. I went to the teacher’s locker room and got changed into a spare black t-shirt and dark jeans that I had thrown into my gym bag the night before and I cleaned the paint off my face. I grabbed my clothes bag and walked outside the locker room to see Hizashi waiting for me with a lunch box filled with some leftovers from lunch. “How are you feeling?” He asked. “Tired, But I’ll be okay, I’ll eat this while we wait for Shouta to wrap things up with his class.

“Sounds like a plan. I’m going to get changed too. Do you want to wait here for me or head up to Shouta’s classroom?” He asked. “I can wait here.” I spoke and sat on the floor to eat my food while I waited for Hizashi to change and come out of the locker room. He was wearing a red t-shirt and jeans with his hair down in a half bun like he usually wore and walked with me to Shouta’s classroom. We sat outside the room for a little while, listening to him tell his students about the Summer Camp and that all of them were going even though five students didn’t pass the physical exam. After the students had been dismissed and filed out of the room, Shouta grabbed his briefcase, and walked out of the classroom to join us. “Are you ready to get eating? We only have a few weeks before the camp and I don’t think you’ve gotten big enough yet.” Shouta told me as we walked out of the school building and headed down to Hizashi’s car. I gave Hizashi the address to the buffet and we drove to the restaurant. I leaned back and let my eyes close shut for the drive, opening my eyes when we had parked. We got out and walked inside. Hizashi held my waist as we entered the restaurant. I felt my face heat up a little when I felt his hand on my waist. “Does my waist feel good under your hand?” I asked Hizashi telepathically. I felt his hand grip my waist gently as we were told to seat ourselves.

” Yes, it does. Let’s find a seat.” He responded. I led them to a quieter part of the restaurant that was closer to the buffet line and picked a booth that we wanted to sit at and placed a marker to signal that this table was occupied before the three of us walked through the buffet line. I saw all the wonderful food and I made sure to load up my plate, still aware of people looking at me as I overfilled my plate with food. Shouta leaned into my ear and spoke. “Ignore them, get what you want and head back to the table to eat.” He told me and I kept going, carrying up to two plates heavily filled with food and walked back to the table carefully, making sure not to spill anything. I sat down at the table and pulled my plates closer to me as Hizashi and Shouta arrived at the table with their own plates of food. Before we ate, I had something on my mind that I wanted to tell them. “I have an idea. Since both of you walked with me through the line, you know what I liked and didn’t like. Then to save calories once I’m done with these plates, one of you could get food while the other stays to assist with my eating, even if I say to stop, help me eat. I need to eat a lot to try and get ahead for the summer camp.” I spoke and pulled the waistband of my jeans up a bit to completely cover my stomach.

“Sounds like a good idea. We have about two hours before we outstay our welcome. Let’s see how much you can hold, alright? I’ll stay with you while Hizashi does food runs. We can alternate too.” Shouta spoke and began to eat. I began to eat too and worked at one of the plates, eating all the food I had piled onto the plate before drinking some water and moving onto the second plate, groaning when I felt my pants dig into my bloating stomach. Hizashi put his hand on my thigh and kissed my cheek. “Slow down a bit. You can eat as much as you want and no one is going to take it from you.” He told me. I nodded and rested my hands on my stomach. Shouta stacked them before getting up and taking them to a plate. Returning them and going to get me some more food. “I feel like I’m going to be judged for having so much food. Didn’t you see those people looking at me as we were going through the line?” I asked. “I did, but you shouldn’t worry about them. You should worry about how much you can eat right now and get bigger. You still need to get big enough to hold one of my clutches, remember?” He reminded me and finished off his own plate as Shouta came back with a couple plates of different kinds of pasta dishes that I had picked out earlier and slid them in front of me and also slid a giant bowl of traditional ramen in front of me.

“Eat up, honey. I know you can fit all of this in you.” He spoke and sat down across from me and ate his own food. Hizashi stood up and went to get more food for himself. I ate my food and was beginning to look pregnant with a food baby again. I saw an older couple walk over to our table out of the corner of my eye and I got worried, I was hoping they wouldn’t say anything but I was wrong. The older lady smiled at me and spoke up. “Well, aren’t you a pretty young thing? How far along are you?” The lady asked. I grew flustered as I wasn’t  pregnant, just overweight and full of food. “I’m not pregnant, ma’am. Just full of food.” I told her and she frowned. “Don’t be such a greedy pig. Eat less, it will help your figure to fit into smaller clothing.” The lady spoke with a huff and stood there, not leaving until I gave up eating. I felt my heart sink as Hizashi came back and looked at the older couple. “Hello, how may I help you?” He asked as he set his plate down and turned his back to me and blocked the old lady’s view of me. “That young woman is a pig and should stop eating so she might loose some weight!” the lady spoke as restaurant staff were ready to kick her out.

“Not everyone likes a skinny body, ma’am. She’s perfect just the way she is. She also needs to eat a lot of food to make sure her quirk is fueled properly or she will harm herself otherwise.” He told her. Shouta nodded and backed him up. “It’s also none of your business how much she eats or not.” He told the lady and held my hand, rubbing his thumb across the back of my hand. I picked at the large salad Shouta had brought me and looked over the lady that was trying to see me past Hizashi and Shouta who had managed to create a wall between the lady and myself. “What she is doing is unhealthy and should stop!” The lady protested. Her husband had enough of her antics and pulled her out of the store as she was still ranting and raving that overeating is very unhealthy and no one should ever do it no matter if their quirk needs it or not. Once the lady was far away from the restaurant and waiting in their car, her husband came inside and walked over to us as Hizashi was rubbing my back to help me calm down. “I am sorry about my wife. She is a nutritionist at a local hospital. Please forgive her. Your wife however is lovely and good for her for knowing what she needs for her quirk. Keep it up, kiddo.” The old man spoke before leaving. I relaxed and finished off the two plates before staring down the bowl of ramen.

“Do you think you can finish all of it?” Shouta asked as he pushed the bowl towards me. “Yeah, just a moment. Will it be bad if I undo my pants button and belt?” I asked. “Not at all, honey, go right ahead. You can wear one of our coats out of the restaurant if you need to.” Shouta told me and I undid my belt and pants button, letting out a sigh of relief as my stomach pushed my zipper down and expanded outwards a little. “So big already. I can’t want so see how big you are after the ramen is in you, love.” Hizashi spoke and rubbed gentle circles on my stomach, making me blush more before I ate. I finished the ramen after a few minutes. I looked even more bloated than before and I felt heavy enough that I couldn’t move. I looked over to the front door and saw a group of students from Class 1-A walk in. “Looks like some of your students had the same idea, Shouta.” I told him and gestured to the group of four boys and two girls that seemed to be Bakugo’s group of friends along with himself. Shouta looked over and nodded.

“Looks like Bakugo’s group of friends. Looks like the two girls are coming over here since they saw us. Its Jiro and Ashido. I wonder if they have a question for you.” Shouta spoke as he went back to his meal. I looked over at the two girls as they approached. “Do you think it will be rude to ask?” Mina whispered. “I don’t know. Never hurts to ask anyways.” Jiro responded and gave her friend a gentle push towards the table. “Hello Miss Ashido. Do you have a question for me?” I asked.  

“I do. I was wondering why you looked so big at the exams and you eat so much at lunch time. I don’t mean to be rude, I was just curious.” Mina asked sheepishly. “Oh, its for two reasons: one, I need to refuel my quirk after a long fight, like Fatgum does. Two, I need to put on a certain amount of weight before I can get pregnant. That’s why I eat so much. Does that make sense?” I explained. Mina nodded.

“Are you going to have a baby with Mr. Aizawa and Mr. Yamada?” She asked excitedly. I laughed and smiled. “That’s the plan, but don’t spread it around the school. We want to keep things quiet for the time being as we’re just bond-mates right now.” I told her. Mina agreed to keep quiet for now and walked off with Jiro excited for what’s to come. I leaned back and rubbed my stomach to digest some of the food before asking for more. “I’m hungry again, can I get some more food please?” I asked. “Of course, anything you’d specifically like?” “More of the pasta dishes please, specifically the mac and cheese, its wonderful.” I requested. “Alright. I’ll be right back.” Hizashi spoke and returned my dirty dishes to the bin and went to the line. Shouta looked to me and saw my empty cup. “Want more water or something else?” He asked. “Water is okay. Thank you for asking.” I told him and he got up too, going to get me some more water. He came back and set the water in front of me before Hizashi came back with multiple plates of pasta dishes and set them in front of me

“Thank you, Hizashi.” I spoke and kept one hand on my stomach as I kept on eating. I finished plate after plate and groaned as I felt my stomach growing bigger and rounder. I paused when I had bowl that was rounded over with mac and cheese and I stared it down. “Do you think you can eat it on your own?” Hizashi asked. “I don’t know, I’m already so big and heavy. But I have a feeling that if I finish this bowl, I’ll have reached my goal before camp and I can slow down on gaining so much.” I told him. “Why don’t we box this up and take it home so we can finish it there? Or you can try to turn and face me so I can feed the rest to you.” Hizashi offered as he put his arm around me. “You’re lucky we’re in a quieter part of the restaurant or I’ll have you pack that up and get more from the line so the two of you can really stuff me good.” I told him before I hefted my large, round stomach over and swiveled in the seat to face him. “You know that I’ll be pretty much stuck here, right?” I spoke and rubbed my belly as Hizashi formed a bite. “Oh, I know it. Just open up and eat. You need to keep eating.” He told me and fed me bite after bite until all the mac and cheese was gone and I looked like I had swallowed a large watermelon whole. I smiled and looked at my stomach, rubbing circles over the surface and panting as it was hard to breathe. “I don’t think I’ll be able to move. But we should get going.” I spoke. “We can take it slow. I’m so proud of you for eating so much. How are you feeling, honey?” Shouta asked as he was looking over the table to see my large stomach. “Full and big as a whale.”

“I bet you do. I’m glad you reached your goal.” He spoke and cleared the last of the plates away. Hizashi got out of the booth and helped me squeeze out of the booth and get to my feet. “You look amazing, princess. Let’s get you home so you can digest all that wonderful food you’ve consumed.” He spoke and put his hand on my lower back to help support my weight as I walked slowly out of the restaurant. I leaned into him gently as we made it out to the car, with Shouta carrying our things behind us. “I can’t wait to hold eggs with our babies in them.” I told him mentally as I was breathing shallowly as  we made it to the car and Hizashi helped me into the rear passenger seat. “And I can’t wait to see you full and heavy with eggs, baby.” He spoke and kissed my head. “Have you and Shouta been gaining more too?” I asked as I put my hand on his stomach. “Yes, we have. We can all weigh in when we get home to see how much we’ve put on.” He spoke and kissed my head again before going to the driver’s seat.

I climbed into the car and held my stomach as we drove back to the house. Once we arrived home, I got out of the vehicle with Shouta’s help

Hizashi grabbed our bags and carried them inside while Shouta walked with me inside the house, wrapping an arm around my waist and resting his hand on my side, letting it sink in a little as I had been getting fatter. He rubbed my side as he left me in the bedroom to get changed into something loose and comfortable. “Are you excited to finally be in here with us, baby?” He asked as he leaned on the door framed and watched me pull my shorts up over my hips and rest the waist band of the garment on the upper side of my belly, just under my bra band. I turned to face him and he smiled when he saw me. “I am. There’s a lot of things I’d like to try soon. Either tonight or after I’ve gotten settled in here.” I said as I looked to their bed and noticed how their headboard was made so someone could be tied to the bed. “Is that so? Do you want to tell us or are you going to keep those thoughts to yourself?” Shouta asked as his face grew a faint shade of pink. Hizashi walked into the room and changed out of his shirt and jeans and into his pjs.

“What do you have on your mind, princess?” He asked. I sat down on the foot of the bed and sent images of the pair helping me through my heat again and the experience of how I felt when I received Hizashi’s clutch. I also thought of the two of them making out while I watched through our telepathic link. I watched as both men looked at me with reddening blushes across their faces. I smiled and sent more images of me being stuffed full of food and eggs to them, making Hizashi walk over to me and kiss me deeply, searching for Enhancium which I didn’t have at the time. “I don’t have Enhancium right now. I’m sorry.” I told him. He pulled away and began to leave the room to go into the kitchen. “There’s only a little bit of Enhancium left in the fridge. Don’t worry. I’ll do my best to make more before camp.” I said with a chuckle. Hizashi pouted and walked back to me. “I can’t wait for that. You were right when you said it was addictive.” He told me as he sat behind me and held my stomach, rubbing circles on my skin. “Are you hungry again, honey?” Shouta asked as he walked over to me and knelt to my stomach. “I’m still super stuffed from the buffet. I don’t know if I should eat anymore.” I told him.

“That’s alright. Maybe we can do something to work up an appetite.” He spoke and placed a gentle kiss on my stomach which I thought was a little odd but I went with it. “Let’s get my things moved in here. Then once I’m settled, I wouldn’t mind taking another clutch if you have some eggs ready.” I told Hizashi. He kissed my neck and rubbed my stomach. “I think I have a few that have grown a bit since last time. I’ll gladly give you more since you want them.” He spoke. “Not quite yet. I want to move my things in here first.” I told him and moved to sit up with their help and waddled into my room and sat on my bed to begin moving my things with my telekinesis into their room and setting them in the places that Hizashi and Shouta had made for me to hold my things. I was able to move my nest into a far corner of their bedroom and not be in the way. I felt nice to finally be in here with them and I wanted to rearrange my nest.  I did so and laid out in my nest, rubbing circles on my stomach as it had shrunken down a little with the usage of my telekinesis. Hizashi and Shouta found me once they had carried my pillows and blankets that I sleep with and put them on the bed before climbing into the nest with me and cuddling with me. “What are the two of you most excited about now that I’m moved in here with you?” I asked as Shouta played with my hair. “I’m excited to give you more eggs.” Hizashi spoke. “I’m anticipating how much you’ll grow over the next few weeks with all the food and whatever clutches you bear.” Shouta spoke and rubbed my stomach.

“I’m excited to finally be happy and build a family of my own. One that is supportive and stable.” I told them. Hizashi hugged me from behind and slid his hand to the underside of my stomach to stimulate my Enhancium gland. I caught him and held his hand. “Someone’s eager to get their clutch in me.” I spoke and he laughed, nuzzling into my neck. “I am. I want to see you even bigger with my clutch. You lost a little weight with moving your things in here. Let me help you before you receive this clutch.” He spoke and kissed my neck again. “Sure. This weight isn’t going to gain itself.” I told him and he rose up out of the nest and helped me to my feet before leading me to the kitchen with Shouta right behind us. He had me sit down in one of the chairs at the dining table before going to the fridge and pulling out ingredients to make what looked to be garlic shrimp and soba noodles. He made an extra-large portion of the noodles and shrimp before setting the bowl in front of me and telling me to eat up. He went back to the stove to cook off more food and I felt bad for not helping him. “Are you sure I can’t help?” I asked between bites. “You’re fine, just eat up. You need the strength and energy when we mate at the camp. You’ll also need the space in the belly of yours for a viable clutch as the eggs can be a bit bigger than what I’m going to give you tonight.” He told me as I finished off the soba noodles and shrimp and he replaced the empty bowl with a fresh bowl filled to the brim with fried rice. He rubbed my stomach and kissed my cheek.

“Keep going, I know just how much you can hold in that tummy of yours.” He whispered into my ear and gave my taut belly a pat before working on a dessert. Shouta sat across from me to watch me eat the large portions of food that Hizashi was giving me. I finished the fried rice and leaned back in the chair, rubbing my massive stomach, and looking over to Hizashi who was scooping ice cream into a medium sized bowl and put chocolate syrup and plenty of whipped cream on top before he placed the bowl in front of me. “This is the last thing I want you to eat. Then we can split that last bottle of Enhancium in the fridge.” He told me and I took a deep breath and ate the ice cream before rubbing my tight stomach. It was full and round and very heavy by now. Hizashi took my bowl away since it was empty and went to the fridge, reaching to the back to get the last and oldest bottle that had been stored and set it on the table with three glasses of the same size. He took the cap off the bottle and poured some of the thick syrup into the cups and passed them around. I chugged mine down and groaned as I felt my stomach bloat out to the size of a medium beach ball before it stopped growing. I panted as it was hard to breathe with this weight and I rubbed my tight stomach. I watched as Shouta and Hizashi drank their Enhancium down as well. I blushed hard as I watched them bloat out a bit and their shirts ride up because of bloating. “How are you two feeling?” I asked as Hizashi held my hand and kissed the back of it. “I feel nice, like a warm and tingly sensation is spreading throughout my body.” Shouta spoke and reached out to grab my other hand.

“That’s good. You could have more, but you two have patrol tonight and it would be best that you have a clear mind for that. I also had a feeling that the two of you would be craving my Enhancium by now.” I told them and Shouta looked to me. “We can have more?” He asked and looked to the half-empty bottle of blue liquid. I nodded but pulled the bottle away from him. Hizashi had sat down next to me and was trying to get my Enhancium gland working before he pulled me into his den and stuffed me full of his clutch again. “Yes, but for now, I’d like for the two of you to be able to function in time for patrol. You’d be lucky to have the bloating go away before you must head out. You can have more tonight when you get back. Think of it as a reward for working so hard.” I spoke and kissed Hizashi gently. “Alright. You put the dangerous stuff away and I’ll be waiting for you in my den, okay?” He spoke and stood up, walking into the bedroom.

“Can I have my sleeping bag back please?” Shouta asked. I nodded and pulled it out of my locker and handed it to him. “As much as I’d love to watch Hizashi impregnate you again with his clutch, I’m going to sleep before patrol tonight and hopefully sleep off this bloating. It feels nice but I don’t need any odd comments from other pros I might interact with tonight.” He told me and kissed me on the mouth before going to the guest room and laying down for a nap. I stood up and put the Enhancium back in the fridge before going into the bedroom and finding Hizashi in his den that was sticking out of their closet. I heaved myself into his den and was immediately wrapped around Hizashi’s coils. I looked nine months pregnant with a giant food baby. I let the coils support my body and I relaxed, letting my weight sink into his coils and trust that he would fully support me.

“Where’s Shouta?” He asked as he wrapped his tail around my belly and hold it up so it wasn’t straining on my lower back. I let out a moan and rubbed the side of my stomach. “He wanted to take a nap before patrol tonight.” I told him. He hummed and laid down next to me. “That’s okay. I was thinking about your nest while I was waiting for you. It looks a bit small. You can make it bigger and I don’t mind if it touches mine. Then if we’re both in heat at the same time, we can be closer to each other. I want to see you nest a bit please.”  He told me and I got up and moved to adjust my nest. I pushed the walls out along the empty wall and made it touch his den. Hizashi moved the wall of his den around that touched my nest and put a pillow between his den and my nest, like a kind of gate between our places of sanctitude. I pulled a couple of spare chairs from the living room with my telekinesis since I was still entangled in Hizashi’s coils and he wasn’t going to let me go that easily.

I used the chairs to make a wall and drape a sheet over the chairs and pin them against the wall to make a tent over our nests. I then adjusted my nest to accommodate the chairs before I laid out in it and let him slither over and cuddle against my bloated form. ~~~~~ I woke up feeling a gentle stroking motion on my head. I opened my eyes and found Hizashi looking down at me, watching me sleep peacefully. The sun was going down by now and it was almost time for Shouta and Hizashi to go out on patrol. “Good evening, baby. Did you sleep well?” He asked quietly. I nodded yes in response and shifted to cuddle into him closer since I was too sleepy still and I didn’t want them to leave yet. I nuzzled into his neck and he rubbed my back gently. I heard the bedroom door creak open and felt Hizashi look up to see Shouta enter the bedroom and enter the nest with us. “Is she awake? I didn’t mean to disturb her.” He spoke and cuddled into me.

“She just woke up right before you came in. She had a decent night too.” Hizashi responded to his mate. “That’s good. Let her rest. She needs it before the camp.” Shouta spoke and kissed my head gently.  He let his hand wander down to the curve of my stomach and rested it there before kissing my neck gently. I looked down at my stomach and imagined how big it would be growing over the next few weeks via food and the pair making sure I ate well before we left for the camp. I looked up to Hizashi as he was dozing off a bit as it wasn’t quite time for them to leave on patrol just yet. “He will be out soon, don’t worry, he can get some rest while I hold you close.” Shouta spoke. I rolled over to face him and nuzzled into his neck. “How do you like the rooms?” He asked as he moved his hands to hold me close to him, rubbing circles on my back. “They are amazing. I’m excited to furnish them and decorate them appropriately.” I told him and smiled, leaning into him, and looking at how massive their master bedroom was compared to the guest room.

“Definitely more than enough space for all of us to grow and have a family together.” Shouta told me as he pushed a strand of hair out of my face. I felt my heart swell with excitement, a sense of calm, and anticipation to finally settle down and have a family. I cuddled into his chest and looked up to him. “What do you want to do after Hizashi gives me his clutch again?” I asked, feeling my face heat up as I thought of holding Hizashi’s clutch again. Shouta smiled as I blushed a deep shade of red and he held me close, moving me down under him as he got on top of me. I held onto him and let him kiss my head gently. I looked down to his stomach and rubbed it gently as I hid my face in his neck. He chuckled and kissed the top of my head to get me to look at him again. Before I pulled away fully, I kissed the small bit of his neck that was peeking out of his hero uniform and bit down softly, leaving a hickey that he could easily hide with his capture weapon. Shouta groaned in pleasure but kept it quiet so he didn’t wake Hizashi.  I bit down a little harder to make sure the mark would stick around for a little while.

“When you get back from patrol tonight, I’ll give you more Enhancium.” I told him telepathically and kissed him gently, holding his hand as I did. He nodded and kissed me back. “I should wake Hizashi up so he can get ready.” He spoke and kissed my cheek before he moved over to his mate and kissed him awake. “Don’t be too long, or I’ll transfer it into a bottle.” I teased and watched them get up and change back into their hero uniforms. “You don’t have to worry, we will be a few hours at least. You will have the house to yourself while we are gone. Be a good girl, okay?” He told me as he pulled his capture weapon over his head and kissed my cheek before he went to pull his boots on and head out of the cabin with Hizashi. I looked around the house once they were gone and went to the kitchen to get cooking.

[starlitfunkster]

Wrong Quotes featuring: Universe Observer (aka the Producer of Space), Clover, My HS Sona (Anna), and an OC named June

Universe Observer, about Anna: Apparently we’re getting someone new in the group. Clover: Are we stealing them? June: New or used? Universe Observer: Wonderful responses, both of you.

Universe Observer: There is no future. there is no past. do you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every facet. Anna: Clover: June: Everyone Else At Universe Observer’s Surprise Birthday Party: Anna: All I asked was if you wanted to cut your birthday cake first.

Clover: Why are Universe Observer and Anna sitting with their backs to each other? June: They had a fight. Clover: Then why are they holding hands? June: They get sad when they fight. (I find this one ironic, since UO and Anna would just cause rifts in the fabric of space to form because Anna is UO when she was human and dubbed a 'Heir of Space' by mistake in one timeline.)

Universe Observer: You know those things will kill you, right? Anna, pouring another glass of whiskey: That’s the point. Clover, smoking a cigarette: We’re trying to speed up the process. June: Nods while eating raw cookie dough

Universe Observer: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no clue what to put in them. Suggestions? Anna: Put spaghetti in it. Universe Observer: I'm currently taking suggestions from literally anyone but you. Clover: Put spaghetti in it. Universe Observer: I'm currently taking suggestions from anyone but you two. June: Put spaghetti in it. Universe Observer: I'm no longer taking suggestions.

Universe Observer: How did none of you hear what I just said? Anna: I’ve been zoned out for the past two and a half hours. Clover: I got distracted about halfway through. June: Ignoring you was a conscious decision. (Ironically, if you swap Clover and June's dialogue, it's basically 100% in character for all of them.)

Universe Observer: Everyone, synchronize your watches. Anna: I don’t know how to do that. Clover: I don’t wear a watch. June: Time is a construct.

Universe Observer: Trying to fill out legal paperwork stuff Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB? Anna: Bold of you to assume I was born at all. Clover: I personally was created in a lab. June: I just straight up spawned lol.

Universe Observer, setting down a card: Ace of spades Anna, pulling out an Uno card: +4 Clover, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you June, trembling: What are we playing

Universe Observer: Anna isn’t answering their phone Clover: I’ll call Universe Observer: June and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi- Anna: Hello? (And Clover's luck once again wins out.. or maybe Anna is trolling the others b/c that shouldn't have happened unless Anna WANTED to answer the call. Her negative luck is canonically higher than Clover's own luck.. so take of this as you will.)

Universe Observer: I think we're missing something. Anna: Teamwork? Clover: Cohesion? June: A general sense of what we’re doing?

Universe Observer: Hah! 69! You know what that means? Anna: What? Clover: That you're a child. June: HOW'D YOU GUESS MY IQ!?

Universe Observer: Why are your tongues purple? Clover: We had slushies. I had a blue one. June: I had a red one. Universe Observer: oh Universe Observer: Universe Observer: OH Anna: Anna: You drank each other's slushies?

Universe Observer: On the count of three, what's your favorite cake? One, two, three- Universe Observer and Anna, in unison: Chocolate cake peanut butter frosting with chocolate chunks! Clover: Our turn, June! One, two, three- vanilla! June, deadpan: I've never had cake, what is cake. (June is lying-)

Universe Observer: Screams Anna: Screams louder to establish dominance Clover: Should we do something? June: No, I want to see who wins.

Universe Observer: Gently taps table Anna: Taps back Clover: What are they doing? June: Morse code. Universe Observer: Aggressively taps table Anna: Slams hands down YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

Universe Observer: Yo is June sleeping or dead? Anna: Hopefully dead, I hated their guts. Clover: Yeah, so did I. June: Okay first of all, fuck you-

Universe Observer: I think June was right. Anna: I'm surprised they haven't marched in here to say 'I told you so.' Clover: They wouldn't do that. June: You're right, Clover. For once in your life, you're 100% right. I would never say that. June: turns around, the shirt they're wearing says 'June Told You So' on the back

[rocketjumpingfangs]

Rules

Basics:

Recap I RP about anything that could be brought up. From shitposting to full out violence, gore and so on. This is TF2 after all. Some more sensitive subjects might take place depending on the situation/plot, and so on. Lady is a wolf so she will be gross and eat raw meat.

If you are not sure about something just ask me, I hardly bite.

I will tag some things the best I can and some will be put under a readmore.

I love AUs and other things alike though if there are to be crossovers it will depend I am not too picky. Does not mean I don’t want to RP with you otherwise.

I am a ‘single’ ship blog. So when I say muse is taken, she’s taken.

Chemistry for either family, lovers or friends is a must.

When it comes to shipping I will not judge what and who you ship with. To each, their own just do not expect me to ship something you do and vice Versa.

I don’t always follow back everyone, so please take no offense I appreciate follows it just things clog my dash or your muse just might not be the type my muses would interact with but don’t feel too say to hit me up even if we are not mutuals.

As I have said I RP with just about anyone, these are multiverse muses, OCs are welcome obviously. Just please have a bit of a background history so I can understand what kind of characters they are.

I would be happy to interact with more than one version of Canon characters, Au or not and such.

I AM open to constructive criticism about my OC, I am always looking to improve and correct errors.

No nos:

Do not kill my muses without having talked about the situation, give a fair fight. You can fatally injure but NO KILLING unless there is an okay Please. It would be rather rude to flat out kill my character.

Having scuffles and fights can be spontaneous. If my character pisses yours off feel free to take a shot at them. Expect her to react the same way vice versa.

Don’t expect Lady to go down after one hit. She might be average size but she does have tricks up her sleeve.

No Godmodding or try to OP my muses right off the bat. Unless it is a thing your muse can do as a power just give a head’s up in the tags or PM.

Do not force my muses into a relationship unless both parties agree and there is chemistry. That means just because one ships it the other mun might not. Crushes and unrequited love are just as great.

I won’t RP mature situations with minor RPers and muses below the age of at least 18 so don’t ask. It does not mean i won’t RP with you otherwise.

New rule added that if we do not interact, IC or OOC anywhere from three weeks to a full month I will unfollow, simple as that. Unless said person disappears I’ll give it a while first before it seems they are not coming back then proceeded to do so.

About Mun:

Mun is a 25+ year old female. So in case of things needing to be “legal” there you go. But I wont RP smutty things with minors. So please don’t lie about your age.

New Note that I am uncomfortable with RPing with people younger than 18-20 as I feel like a total creep otherwise.

As far as I have been RPing at least 9 years by now but my writing can still get hazy due to dyslexia. so excuse any grammar mistakes as I will try to make sure they are correct. Though as of late my details have been lacking due to health issues so if I sound off or does not make sense let me know and I will try to clarify.

I DO RP in the PM box, so if things seem to skip that is why. If you prefer to use one of the alternatives to RP then that is fine.

I hope I do not appear intimidating as I am actually a nervous cluster of anxiety, so i am more likely to be shyer than you and hope to make friends.

Your length is my length so it can go from short to long and detailed as i can get. But something of substance is great. One liners are mostly for crack RPs.

Mun has NO triggers.

[just-a-little-silly]

PLEASE I completely get it!! I’m like that w/ a few of my ocs- especially their relationships w/ canon characters. I may or may not have a bad habit of ignoring the plot holes I sometimes create😅💀

Lmaoo Aidma coming after Zeus for the teasing real real- also abt Caesar, Zett and Viggo, I completely get that too. Don’t get me wrong I love Zejal they are my everything but there are times when I wish I could focus more on other character’s relationships (but who am I kidding Zejal has my entire soul and I’m quite happy w/ that)

I would definitely love to hear more about Aidma and her father- the idea of her being a clone of her father is amazing I’d love to see it fully developed and I’d also like to know abt the ideas you currently have for it as I’m pretty curious even if they’re not fully cemented or anything (ofc only if you’d be down to share that is).

I also have a few random questions I thought to ask bc they suddenly popped up if you don’t mind. What is Aidma’s greatest fear? Something she’s incredibly proud of? Her greatest regret?

I’d imagine that seeing Aidma get so severely messed up mentally and physically because of the battle with her father would be hard for Najlynn to witness, I wonder what her reaction to it all was? How did Najlynn feel about heading back when Aidma decides to take the clan and return, especially without telling anyone? Also since Najlynn is in the night class what’s her relationship with Hiro, Zeus, Lucious, Clive, Viggo, Gray and everyone else like? Also I’m not sure if you ever mentioned her year or age (sorry if I forgot) also what significant connections has she made in Gedonelune and how does she feel about leaving them?

Aww Zeus and Aidma, they sound amazing. You mentioned earlier that you could tell me a million things about that happened in their relationship :>…I wish to know many of these things (literally give me anything and i’ll absolutely eat it up).

As for morals theres so much- I’m still playing around with a lot of things. I might hold off on answering this fully just because I want to make sure I phrase it right also it might switch up 😅 I’ll get back to you w/ more on that for sure tho!! I can tell you a little more about their personalities/ symbolisms tho if you’d be interested :DD (Kajal’s symbolisms rly tie into her morals rn too so) Relating to this I have written down that Safiya believes strongly in honesty and integrity. Kajal, at the end of the day, is a very protective person and really believes in the idea of things coming full circle and that one should rly keep in mind the consequences of their actions. She also rly values loyalty. She thinks it’s just for her to go after those who cause the people she cares about pain and doesn’t hesitate to make people pay a steep price for crossing her or her loved ones. Again, still working on stuff- (I’ll have to think more about Lynn and Abena :3 tho Lynn and Kaju are very similar).

Ohh boy. Kajal and Zeus’s history is A LOT. Apologies in advance if this is a bit long…(also I too can’t say they’re healthy all the time😅)

Soo the ups are that Zeus and Kajal reallyyyy trust one another. They’d learned to communicate pretty well. They are each other’s comfort and safe space. With Zeus, Kajal feels that she can be vulnerable and he feels the same with her. They challenge each other to do and be better while simultaneously trying their hardest to support one another when things get rough. The downs are mainly dealing with the moments where one of them is struggling. While I said they both feel comfortable being vulnerable there are times when they’ll both try to deal with a lot individually instead of leaning on their partner for support and it seeps into their relationship bc the one going through stuff will try not to address it in worry that they’d be a bother or that it’s not as serious compared to the other issues around them. They ofc get through it but it can be a little clunky.

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Also you didn’t rly ask abt this next bit so feel free to skip it if u feel like I just felt like offering you some Zejal context TT:

Soo an idea I had for them was that Kajal and Zeus get together wayyy before the events of his route. I have it written down that Klaus, who happens to trust her, gives her the broach- not Liz. So…essentially, he steals the broach from Kajal and when his plan is revealed to the group (and Kaju)- She is evidently very shocked/hurt (she’s more so hurt that he went behind her back instead of talking to her about it as they’d always done thus far). After that whole thing she looses a significant amount of trust in him, so much so that she proposes they take a break from the relationship all together. Btw another reason the whole thing (like loosing trust) shook her so badly was that Kajal had told Zeus her real name. Since Kajal is fae I took a fun fact I found abt fae (the fact that if you know a fae’s real name you have control over them) and sort of applied it to her. Basically, since he knows her real name…if used properly with the right spells (that he is certainly smart enough to figure out)- he’d have a certain amt of control over her. Her telling him her real name was one of the hardest things she’d ever done- smthn that took a lot of trust…and then this happened. Anyways. Zeus ends up understanding she needs her time/space and lets her go- they do get back together ofc after…an incident… and they learn once more to trust in each other and with time eventually develop an even stronger bond.

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Okay back on track😂😅 Kajal once used Kannu’s ability bc she was insanely bored in class and wished to be somewhere else only find and end up listening/watching a group of girls shit talk Lynn- she did not let it slide. Kajal essentially uses Kannu’s ability to gather information that she can’t get to herself or information that people wouldn’t be willing to give her directly if that makes sense. Kannu is very good at slinking around unnoticed so it works out great. Also ur actually spot on bc Kannu actually does manage to share the spell w/ Zeus at one point👀…for Kannu and Piggy Caesar beef…in all honesty I just thought it’d be kinda funny-

I’d like to say that Kannu became attached to Zeus quite quickly bc she first off knew he’s a good guy and could immediately pick up on how much he loves Kajal. She knew right away that Zeus cared so genuinely for her- even during the events of his route when he steals the broach from her, he still loves her- it’s something that never goes away. Seeing how devoted he is to her, Kannu rly starts to appreciate him. I have it written down in my notes that apparently Khol didn’t like him bc the first time they met Khol stole Zeus’s necklace and Zeus didn’t let him keep it.

At the risk of making this whole thing longer than it is…I might change Lynn’s familiar to a brown bear- just bc one suits her personality better😅 as for Scarlett and Lynn…they rly just clashed horribly. Even during their (very short) relationship- things were always a little tense. I’ll have to get back to you on it- I haven’t developed their actual relationship as much as I have worked out the current hatred they feel for one another😭😭😭

notes on safiya (one of my WH / multifandom oc)!!

anywaysss im answering a few questions i got from @eye-cri (eeeee bc im so happy to :3)

okie so yes!! safiya is a prefect (she becomes one around the same time as liz (so, after rem) when her friends convince her to try for it. honestly, she kinda is like joel TT. safiya is so fun bc she says whats on her mind and will sometimes manage to do it in the most unbelievably tactless way possible but shes rarely ever intending to be flat out rude. like she just says things sometimes, its great. she, like liz, got an acceptance letter, started off as a provisional student and then got her place at the academy (she and liz pretty much have the same starting tbh, they’re both from villages tho safiya’s family is still very much alive). also she’s pretty good friends with joel, luca, amelia, scarlett and augustus- she and liz get along but they tend to argue from time to time.

also about the boots omg what was i thinking looking back at it, it rly is smthn but honestly its so very safiya in a way i can’t fully articulate rn TT

additionally, i’ve decided i may ship her w/ elias :DD idk just think that’d be a cute pairing-

(also note: some of my oc lore does change from time to time depending on the characters and whatnot tbh but usually it doesnt- unless i forget stuff HELP-💀)

[extremecuddlingdragon]

I’ve been obsessed with this lately, buuut how about Frye needing some comfort due to the public’s reaction to her debut. So, Shiver decides that comfort tums cuddles is the best way to remind her that she is loved

I’m absolutely obsessed with this idea! Sorry this fic took a bit. Wanted it to be as perfect as I could make it! Thanks for the ask! If you (or anyone) likes this fic, feel free to send in any prompts for me to write. I’ll do canon characters or my own ocs! (Also posted on AO3 -> link)

With a sigh, Frye looked down at her phone.

It had been a few days since the announcement of the first-ever Splatfest in Splatsville. The first time Deep Cut had debuted. The reactions to their debut were…mixed, to say the least. Everyone loved Big Man. The positivity overjoyed the manta ray. Shiver was also a fan favorite. She thrived from all the attention. Bragging about it all to everyone who listened. Frye though. It wasn’t all positive.

Sure some people liked her. Not many though. Most people mocked her. Saying that she was a worst version of Pearl. Her idol! The people saying that she was ugly, gross, and unattractive. It hurt.

Sighing, she laid down on the table she was at. One arm under her chin and another outstretched. Holding her phone. Behind her, her friends walked into the room. Both of them happily chatting away. Shiver saw her sadly looking at her phone. Whispering something to Big Man before approaching her.

“Hey, French Frye,” Shiver began. “How are you? You seem a bit down.”

“Oh, I’m okay,” Frye lied. “Just checking social media. Everyone seems hyped about our debut.”

Shiver grabbed the phone from Frye’s hand. A weak “hey!” left the inkling. The octoling was silent as she scrolled through Frye’s Twitter. Her expression slowly getting angrier and angrier. As angry as Shiver would show. She then snapped her fan open. Looking appalled at what she had seen.

“Frye, who…why…what! Why have these people, strangers, been saying these awful things about you?!”

Frye wanted to cry.

“I…I don’t know. Am I really that ugly?”

Shiver threw Frye’s phone towards Big Man. The manta caught it as he looked on. Worried.

“No! Hell no! You’re the most gorgeous person I’ve ever known!”

“Ay? Ay! (People are saying horrible things about Frye? Awful!)”

Shiver immediately hugged Frye. The poor inkling burying her face into Shiver.

“You two are too kind,” Frye said with a small sob. “I don’t deserve you both.”

“Don’t say that. Now, how to cheer you up? Hmmm…”

Shiver hummed. Trying to think of what to do. Her stomach then growled. Giving her an idea.

“You know what’s better than a hug like this? A hug from all around. In a slightly dark area where no one can judge you.”

Frye laughed.

“I know what you’re getting at. Fine, just eat me.”

“Oh, I hinted too hard huh? Now, squid form. Please.”

Big Man let out a chuckle before leaving. Placing Frye’s phone on a counter. The two cephalopods were left to their own devices.

With a sigh, Frye shifted into her squid form. Shiver still held her from their hug.

“You’re always adorable looking,” Shiver told Frye. “And tasty. How could anyone hate you?”

Frye laughed before patting Shiver’s hand.

“Says you. Now hurry up and eat me.”

Shiver smiled before bringing Frye to her mouth. The octoling opened it and brought Frye inside. With a gulp, the inkling made her way deeper inside her friend. A few more gulps followed and Frye was mostly inside Shiver’s throat. With a tilt back of her head, Shiver felt Frye slip down her throat. A gulp followed and the inkling began to make her way down to the octoling’s stomach.

It was slightly dark inside Shiver. The folds of flesh faintly glowing blue. Frye was soon dispensed into the octoling’s stomach. The organ clenched itself around Frye with a growl. It then relaxed. The only sound Frye could hear was gentle breathing and gurgles from the stomach. A faint beat of Shiver’s heart. Everything was slightly wet but the cool, blue glow was relaxing.

“Are you okay in there, French Frye?” Shiver asked her friend. “Hopefully it’s not too cramped in there.”

Frye shifted around a bit.

“I’m fine,” she responded. “It’s nice. Thank you by the way.”

Shiver chuckled warmly. Gently patting her slightly expanded stomach.

“Of course. Just let me know if you need anything. Hopefully, this is enough to show you how much we love and appreciate you.”

Frye smiled before relaxing against the walls of her best friend’s stomach. She sure felt very loved.

[stormkobra-5]

Star Wars: The Heir of Djarin

Episode 5: Chaos on Coruscant

Summary: After making a deal with Edda the Hutt, Poe and Laylah-- along with Grogu and BB-8-- must locate the crime lord Keru Lar in the lowest depths of Coruscant, where law fades away and the criminal underworld takes over. And that’s the easy part.

A/N: None

Notes: None

Warnings: This chapter is rated MATURE, for canon-typical action, violence, language, and themes of canon drug usage (spice), excessive alcohol consumption, and a club where adult entertainment is implied. Nothing explicit. The main character OC is recovering from a traumatic backstory for the plot, so there is mention of self-doubt, social anxiety, distrust, and emotional damage.

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    We’re woken up by Poe’s watch beeping obscenely loudly.     Which is really kriffing rude, because I was dreaming about the cheesecake covered in bluish blackberry-type stuff that the mess hall got that one time.     “What the kriff, Poe?” My voice is groggy and muffled my his jacket, so I wonder if he even hears me. Grogu turns with an angry little look on his face and I think he’s gonna use the Force to tear Poe’s watch off, but with a groan, the pilot reaches over and shuts it off before he can.     Both of us are stiff. The platform isn’t the best place to sleep, after all. Poe-- who had all of us on him-- seems to have the worst of it. He’s rolling his shoulders and shaking his arms, trying to get feeling back into them as Beebs and I slowly get off of him; my joints pop and crack. I’m sure my beskar wasn’t too comfortable poking into his side, either. He winces when he stretches his back with a horrible crunch that makes me flinch. Grogu, still on his lap, pokes at his chest curiously and asks something in a babbling little slur of half-formed Basic words. “I’m good, buddy.”      I shift to my knees after I’m done with stretching my own sore muscles. “What was your watch beeping for?”     He rubs his face, clearly still tired. “I set it for half a standard hour before we’re supposed to drop out of lightspeed.”     “We’ve got time, then. Let me see it.”     He furrows his brow as he looks up at me, flushing. “See what?”     My eyes roll seemingly of their own accord. “Your back, dumbass.”     “Oh.” He carefully sets Grogu onto the platform. I guide him to Poe’s bag, instructing him to eat actual food for once-- which takes several minutes of convincing.     “Grogu...” I wave the nutrition bar under his nose even as he turns away from it with a squint of distaste.    “Bah.”    “C’mon, Gizmo. Please? What would Dad say?” At this, his ears twitch, because if he doesn’t listen to me, he mostly listens to Din. Alright. Gotta do what I gotta do. “Gizmo. Buddy. Pal. Friend. I swear if you eat actual food on this journey instead of nothing but cookies, then I, personally, will go out and get you twenty frogs.” His big eyes light up eagerly. I raise my eyebrows and nod to show that I’m serious, though how the hell I’m supposed to get him twenty frogs at once is beyond me. “Twenty. That’s a mighty fine deal right there, my friend. And all you gotta do is eat.”    “Du.” He reluctantly takes the bar, squinting at me, and takes a slow, purposeful bite. Once I promise him again that I’ll get the frogs, he continues to eat the bar, albeit very hesitantly.     When I turn back, Poe’s shirt and jacket are laying beside him and he’s watching Grogu fondly. Kriffing kriff... I’ve never actually seen him shirtless until now (despite the fact that he has a whole open-collar thing that makes pretty much everybody on base go crazy for him behind his back), and by the Maker I’m not disappointed. A combination of working out and pulling Gs has him extremely fit, and the chain around his neck that holds his mother’s wedding ring just sets off the whole look. The stubbled jawline and messy black curls does nothing to help. For a brief second, I freeze up, flushing up to my ears and hairline. Poe pretends not to notice, but I see him smirking. Thankfully he doesn’t say anything. Yet.    I clear my throat and come forward with the pack, leaving Grogu to be encouraged by BB-8. Professional. I’m a professional. “Nice... Um... You’re in good shape.” My voice is an octave higher than usual and hoarse, giving me away; Poe smiles, biting his lip to try and keep from saying anything. He only nods as I crouch behind him.     “Thanks, Bez.”     My fluster leaves completely when I see the state his back is in. I know he doesn’t have any cracked bones, but he’d landed pretty hard on that duracrete, and his back is a black-and-blue mess because of it. “Kriffing hell, Poe-- hold still, dummy.”    As I rummage through my bag, now he starts talking. “It’s funny, really. You’re this badass Mandalorian, but all I have to do is take my shirt off to stun you. Paralyze you.” I flush. Sometimes he does catch me staring at him, and sometimes he does tease me; I don’t blame him. I act like a kriffing idiot. “But as soon as you see a wound, the effect wears o-- Maker, what the hell?!”    I effectively stem his mocking into a high-pitched yelp as I place the ice-cold bacta pack on the worst part of his back, a little smugly. Seconds after his exclamation, he relaxes with an “Ahhhh,” leaning into the pack instead of arching away from it. “I don’t know what you’re doing, but damn, it feels good.”     I take on an all-important tone. “An ice-cold bacta pack, my flyboy friend. I am now going to bandage it to your back. Hold still.” It takes me only a few minutes to wrap the bandages around his torso, under his arm and over his shoulder. I pat his shoulders when I’m done, and he moves to put his shirt back on as I stand. “We should eat. I dunno about you, but I haven’t eaten since breakfast. And on D’Qar, it would be...?”     “Late evening,” He replies immediately; I discovered a long time ago that he’s a math genius, so the fact that he answers so quickly doesn’t surprise me. I mean really, he once tried to explain to me how lightspeed-skipping works, and I just. I seriously cannot understand what the hell he’s talking about.    We each take a nutrition bar, agreeing to get more food on Coruscant before hunting down Keru Lar-- can’t exactly get the shards of Palpatine’s lightsaber if we starve, right? Not soon after we finish do we drop out of lightspeed. I’m piloting, since Coruscant has a fairly temperate climate even if their skies are full of traffic.    When Poe told me that, I looked at him like he was crazy. Now I realize it was absolutely stupid of me to doubt him. At first, I think it’s just dark on this side of the planet, and that there are a lot of cities. But not even a whole planet can be covered in cities, right? The whole planet is a city. The entire thing. It’s like a giant city has been rolled up into a ball, and various sizes of ships come and go in the general space.     Compared to the Dyson sphere, though, this is nothing. Although I immediately hate it. Where the kriff is the nature? I feel like Katniss Everdeen when she first arrived in the Capitol. Do these people not go for walks? Do they even know what trees and grass look like? The metropolis makes me feel edgy and trapped before we’ve even entered the atmosphere.       That doesn’t stop me from giggling to myself, because it bears striking resemblance to a certain place in a certain movie franchise directed by Michael Bay. “Heh. Looks like Cybertron.”     Poe seems genuinely curious, scanning the view outside the window; probably looking for threats. “I wonder if there’s an Earth reference for every planet.” We both look around, I even perform a scan, but there aren’t any First Order ships in the area that we can tell.     The comlink crackles to life. “Firespray 31-class, please identify yourself.”     The voice on the other end sounds like a droid, but in either case, I slowly turn in my seat so that I’m facing Poe. “I am so kriffing tired of hearing that.”     Poe sniggers to himself as he leans over to press the button. “Better get used to it, Bez.” Into the comlink, he says, “Just travelers stopping for a break.”    After a momentary pause, the droid responds, “May I suggest a list of hotels?”    Poe’s response surprises me. “Yes please.”    “What? Hotels? What’re you planning, Poe?”    He shoots me a look. “Think it’s not gonna look suspicious if travelers don’t request a list of hotels?”    Ah. “Excellent point. Do we have enough credits?” I always keep about 100 on me, as a general rule of thumb. You never know when you might need it.   For a second, Poe scans the contents of the list that pops up on one of the screens, then turns his attention back to the window. “The hotels they’ve listed are cheap enough. I’m sure we can get something small. We’re only gonna use it to eat, anyway.”   I start to follow the coordinates given, edgy at the thought of flying in such close proximity to freighters and transports. “Coruscant hotel food any good?”   He makes a face. “It’s okay. Not the best stuff in the galaxy, but not as bad as rations.” We both shudder involuntarily. Rations are just little airtight packages of synthesized nutrition. You drop it in water for a few minutes to make something like a loaf of stale bread filled of protein, vitamins, and nutrients. It can fill somebody up for awhile, but it tastes kriffing awful. Since the First Order started cutting off our supplies, there’s been a lot less food like corn or beans or gruel, since we’re trying to stretch what we have, so rations are served most of the week now. That kriffing cheesecake I was dreaming about earlier I’ve only tasted once.   The cookies? The stash of candy? Those are there for a reason. I specifically hoarded cookies away for the sole reason that Grogu kriffing loves them, and so do I; I have like, one cookie every two weeks and I randomly appear with a pack for Grogu every so often. I have the hard space-butterscotch that he can’t have, after all-- although it seems I might have to share with Poe.   Poe raps his knuckles on my beskar pauldron rapidly to get my attention. “You’ll have to take off your beskar, Bez.”   I balk. “I am a Mandalorian--”   “Yeah, and try explaining that to the group of stormtroopers that’s gonna greet us when we land,” He counters swiftly, “Mandalorian armor is automatically associated with bounty hunters. Even if they let us go-- with all our weapons stripped, mind you-- they’re gonna keep a close eye on us. Getting down to Keru Lar is gonna be pretty damn hard when we’ve got ’troopers breathin’ down our necks.”   A heavy, drawn-out sigh escapes me. I made a promise to Din that I’d wear my armor off-world no matter what. I’ve already stunned him and kidnapped his kid. Do I really have to break my promise to him, too?   Poe tries to act nonchalant, but his sympathetic glances let me know that he understands the fact that I detest this idea. “Your clothes will look fine without it. Normal. We’ve gotta blend in.”   Oi. Damn him and his good thinking. I reluctantly put the ship on autopilot and unbuckle, mumbling to myself in Mando’a, which I don’t speak often. “You’d better pilot, then.” I huffily wave my arm at the seat as I head to the platform behind him, but he’s already slipping into the straps and half-buckling them.    I strip off my beskar in record time, leaving me in only my leathers, belts, and undersuit. I’m done before the Slave even pitches into a landing, so I can hold onto Grogu as the ship goes horizontal for a landing. As the ship is powering down, Poe meets me nearer to the exit ramp as I’m undoing my braid, letting my hair down completely. I hear him stop abruptly, but don’t think much of it until I turn to find him just staring.    Like the reverse, sometimes I catch him staring, which is unusual for him. For something to have his attention so fully and completely, it usually either has to be a mission, BB-8, or his X-wing, so I’m immediately flustered and frozen most of the time. I take a second, then decide to be a little bold. I’ve never teased him.    “What, my hair the equivalent of you taking your shirt off?” That snaps him out of it. He flushes and blinks rapidly, which is a first, and clears his throat, jerking his chin toward me.    His voice is low and deep when he asks, “What are you doing?”    I point at the long mane of fluffy, static-enlarged hair rolling from my head and down to my knees. “They see this, they know I’m not gonna want a fight. Would you wanna start a fight without this properly braided? Though I’ve got a perfect idea to keep the beskar close: I’ll just say it’s my aunt’s, that we’re going to drop it off at my mom’s and I wanna keep it near me.”     Poe is nodding, but he’s not listening. He’s still staring, and I can’t think of anymore mocking comebacks. “Sentiment... A good ploy, but it doesn’t always work. They might confiscate it.”    At this, I can’t help but laugh. “They might kill us. They might take the ship. We might die. There’s a lot of mights here, Poe. But I’m going with the fact that I’m gonna try my hardest not to go into those lowest depths filled of mobsters without my beskar.”     He’s still not really listening to me. He’s in some kind of trance as he watches me with a distant smile on his face. Suddenly he reaches over, running his fingers through my hair. “I’ve never seen you with it down before.” He sounds awed.     Swallowing hard, I try to keep the flush down and my voice steady. Neither happens. “’C-cause it gets in my way. I told you about my Cherokee heritage, right? My people keep it long because it keeps us more in touch with our surroundings.”    His next words make my heart ready to burst out of my chest. It doesn’t help that he’s still kriffing stroking it.    “It’s beautiful.”    Friggin-- yeek-- kriff-- guh--    I avert my gaze, trying to hide the effect his words have on me. I’m blushing and beaming in a not-at-all Mandalorian fashion. He’s my best friend, so I don’t want him to think I have feelings for him-- I mean, maybe I do, but what does that matter? He’s probably not really interested, right? He’s this nice to all his friends, isn’t he? Right? I just don’t want to risk losing him. I can’t imagine my life without him now. Poe shrugs his jacket off and puts it on my shoulders, surprising me even further. “Wear this.”     Thankfully, though, I can at least look at him now. “Why?”     “It’s chilly here. And...” He nods in approval once I’ve slipped my arms into the sleeves. I’m swimming in his jacket. I mean, I could curl up and fit completely inside with room to spare. Although... I’m not complaining. It’s warm and comforting and it smells like him. A part of me wants to ask to keep it. “Just like I thought. Makes you look smaller, less dangerous.” His hands slip behind my neck and pull my hair out of the jacket; his hands on the back of my neck make me blush, which I try to hide by biting my lip. He even zips it up most of the way, pausing when he’s finished to inspect how it looks, but... His smile doesn’t reach his eyes at all; he’s worried.     I grab his arm, making him look at me. “What is it?”     He hesitates; but I’m not going to let him just walk away without telling me what it is that’s bothering him, and he knows this. Finally, Poe sighs and gives in. “The ’troopers might recognize me. It might be dark, but the city lights give more than enough light to see by.”     Oh. Yeah, that is bad. He doesn’t exactly have the luck of being a lesser-known Resistance member, he’s practically their poster-boy. I mean the words Resistance’s Best Pilot might as well be written in bright neon yellow on his forehead. Stormtroopers recognizing him is a very real and stressful possibility, but I have to make him feel better about this. If he goes out there looking nervous, they might take a closer look at him. Pointedly, I gesture to his stubble. “Can’t you just grow a beard real quick?”     He snorts with amusement, demeanor lightening. He rolls his eyes. “Me. With a beard. Yeah, that’ll happen.”     Poe helps me stuff my beskar into one of the spare equipment bags before strapping on Grogu’s satchel. Grogu babbles something that may or may not be offensive and then hurls the wrapper of his nutrition bar at me. He retains his stance of dignified anger as he glares at me from his place on the seat, even as the wrapper flutters harmlessly to the ground in front of him. Poe stifles a laugh as he picks him up to put him in the bag. “Don’t throw things at your big sister, Grogu. It’s not nice.”   “Don’t litter in the Slave, Grogu,” I mock Poe’s tone as I pick up the wrapper, turning to stuff it in the designated trash pocket of our food bag. “It’s not nice.”    BB-8 whirls questioningly at Poe as we make our way to the ramp. “Yeah, Beebs, you can come on this one. We’ll be way too far from the ship to make a quick getaway, and we’ll probably need you.”     He pushes the button and the ramp lowers. Just like he’d predicted, four ’troopers are waiting for us, though they seem bored and relaxed. Like they couldn’t possibly be bothered to chase us down even if we ran by them screaming “Resistance forever!” The poor guys look ready to go to bed, honestly. If we could see their faces, I’m sure they’d be yawning.     We’re searched thoroughly, patted down from head-to-toe, and even scanned to make sure we haven’t swallowed any bombs for concealment. They check our weapons and have to approve them, which they do, after a moment; even travelers need a form of self-defense, and what good are a couple of blasters going to do against fully-armored stormtroopers? A lot, I think to myself, but these ’troopers are too tired to care.    “Wanna tell us why your ship isn’t registered?” One asks, and it sounds like she stifles a yawn.    “Our ship’s engine fried over Jakku,” Poe answers smoothly, “We had to settle for an old piece of junk replacement.” I have to keep from spouting off, piece of junk my ass you kriffing love that ship how dare you but I just nod along with him. “We’re gonna get this registered as soon as we get home.”     “Make sure that you do,” The stormtrooper says; they’re too tired to even bother with the paperwork of issuing us a ticket.     Of course, they notice Grogu, who has poked his head out of the bag to observe our surroundings; I realize the last time he was on Coruscant, he witnessed Anakin Skywalker turn to a Sith. The poor guy’s probably having flashbacks. Nobody grabs him, but a stormtrooper gestures to him vaguely before returning his hands to rest on his blaster. “What’s this?”     “Family pet,” Poe replies immediately. Damn, I am so tired of having to refer to my baby brother as a pet.     “And this?” Asks the stormtrooper that opens the bag filled of my beskar. He rummages through it a bit, checking for extra weapons.     I play on the tears the wind is making in my eyes and sniffle a little. Act like you’re upset. “That belonged to my aunt. We’re bringing it to my mother on Tatooine-- her final wishes.”     “That’s very unfortunate,” Says the ’trooper blandly. Good, they don’t care at all. He passes his bag back to me. I’m zipping it up and hoisting it up onto my shoulder when Poe’s asked, “Your names?” by the ’trooper who had asked him about our registration.     He hesitates for a split second, just a split second, so I say in a cheery, smiley manner, “Isaac and Kara Hérnandez.” Kriff. Now we’re posing as a married couple. Why did I do that?    Poe glances at me briefly, then regards the ’trooper as she marks our aliases in her datapad; he looks completely relaxed, casual-- there’s something slightly off, but that could be the fact that he’s supposedly a husband escorting his mourning wife to her mother. Son-in-laws aren’t supposed to like mother-in-laws, right? Yeah, that’s it.           The stormtrooper takes a minute, then says, “Alright, you’re free to go.”     Thank the Maker. Grogu babbles and tucks himself back into the bag. BB-8 rolls along with us, as Poe takes my bag for me and offers me his elbow with a cocky grin on his face. We make our way off the platform and into the lobby, where we gather into an elevator. Luckily, there’s nobody in here, but you can never be too careful of cameras. He leans down to whisper in my ear. “So we’re married now, huh?”     I smack at his chest, making him laugh and pull away. He turns his eyes to the lights at the top, counting the floors rushing by. “Hush.”    He leans down again, undeterred. “This means I can kiss you, right?”    Blushing furiously, I push him away again. “Hush up... Isaac.”    He comes to whisper in my ear a third time, and I expect him to keep teasing, but then he’s trying not to laugh. “Don’t look now, but there’s a camera in the upper left corner of the ceiling.” I bite my lip to stifle a smile, but it doesn’t work. I see where he’s going with this. “We look like a couple of newlyweds, you know that, right?”    Oh. Huh. We do, huh? Whispering and snickering? Yeah, that sounds like newlyweds. The thought that the guy behind the camera believes that we’re innocently flirting instead of Resistance members trying to find the shards of Palpatine’s lightsaber for medicine-- it’s so ridiculous I start sniggering along with him.     “Let’s give ’em a show, huh?”     At first I’m terrified of what he might mean-- Grogu is to, from the way he mutters and buries himself back into the bag, and BB-8 does the WALL-E wow-- but he only puts an arm around my waist and pulls me close, kissing my cheek, then my temple; he’s showering the side of my face in kisses and all I can do is stand there and gush with heart eyes. This is nice. I like this.     The elevator ride his over too soon. He pulls away with a smile, and I frown. Oof. Just ask me out? Maybe? You can fly headlong toward a Star Destroyer’s cannons but you can’t ask me out? Like??? The kriff kind of sense does that make???     But he keeps his arm around my waist all the way to the hotel. He only lets go when we check into a hotel under our aliases, but then once he hefts my bag back up onto his shoulder, he hands me the keycard and actually holds my free hand. Fingers entwined and everything. And gives me another kiss on the cheek. Kriffing... GUH... By the time we make it up to our little room it’s a miracle I haven’t fainted yet.     Once we close the door, Poe drops the bag at the foot of the bed, only then letting go of me. I snort with amusement. “You seem to be enjoying this, Poe.”     He takes that to mean he can give me another kiss on the cheek, which, I’m not complaining. He shoots me a cocky grin as he takes Grogu’s bag off and starts helping him out of it. “It was fun, though, wasn’t it?”     I can’t help it or hide it: I’m beaming, because yes, that was fun. “Yeah. It was.”    Poe flushes a little, his grin turning to a warm smile; after a second of waiting for him to say something, BB-8 rolls up and zaps him in the calf with a series of beeps that sounds like make your move, idiot. Though the zap makes Poe jump and slam his shins into the base of the bed. He turns to glare at the little droid. “OW! Beebs! What the hell?!”     A scoff escapes my throat. “Sounds like he’s trying to be your wingman, flyboy.”    Poe huffs, leaning down to rub his shins. “Yeah, well, this isn’t exactly the most romantic place to ask you out.”    Well, that’s not a no... I start to braid my hair back. “So? What’s the plan?”     “We eat,” Poe lifts Grogu out of the bag and sets him on the bed. The little guy squeals and starts bouncing when he realizes how soft and fluffy it is, so Poe stands by, ready to catch. “We’ve got some credits on us, and we can’t exactly do this on an empty stomach. Especially Grogu. He needs to eat like what, twelve times a day?”     “Not that many,” I chuckle and sit on the other side of the bed as I wrap my hair around my head in the crown braid. Grogu mutters a stream of half-formed words as he tries to show us how squishy the bed is; Poe leans with both hands on the bed beside him and helps him bounce, making the little guy laugh. “Just... a lot. Dad feeds him like six times a day, with snacks between...”    I’ve never seen Poe look so panicked. “Hell, Bez, he’s probably starving!” He tickles Grogu’s stomach. Grogu keels over in a fit of giggles. “Yeah? You hungry, buddy? Your idiot babysitters didn’t pack enough food for you, did we? We’ll get you some food, don’t worry.”     I pick up the holozine on the bedside table and flick it on. The Aurebesh I can read completely, though I’m still not used to seeing it instead of the English alphabet-- sometimes I even still revert to it. The format, though, is all messy and confusing. It’s like when you accidentally click on a link to a Japanese website and you’re left staring at it wondering what the kriff you’re looking at. “How much do you think we should get?”    “Just enough,” Poe answers, climbing over the bed to look at the holozine over my shoulder; he absentmindedly keeps a leg stretched out across the bed to ensure that Grogu doesn’t fall off. “After leaving Coruscant, we should swing through a cantina on our way to... wherever it is we’re going. Fill a pack with food and water. I stand by my earlier statement: his dumbass babysitters should’ve packed more.”    I think it’s funny that he’s worrying so much about whether or not Grogu’s eating enough. It’s one thing for me, his big sister, but for Poe? It’s just sweet. “Thank the Maker for space-McDonald’s.”    Poe raises an eyebrow, confused. “For space what?”    “It’s a fast-food place on Earth. You can swing through the drive-thru on a roadtrip or whatever to get something to eat.” He reaches over when he sees I’m struggling with trying to figure out format, pushing a few buttons hidden in the bright neon reddish-pink sidebar. I raise an eyebrow at him as he navigates the site, having an idea for later. “I should seriously make you a cheeseburger. Although I’d have to use bantha meat instead of cow... But I’ve tasted cheese that’s like cheddar, and there’s stuff like lettuce and tomatoes and onions... Ketchup and mustard, too... Pickles... But would it be the same...?”    “You just gonna sit there and fantasize about food?” He somehow keeps a straight face, though he slowly starts smirking.    I pretend to think about that for a second. “...Yeah, actually.”    “Just checking.” His face lights up when he finds the menu. “Ah-hah. Grogu, c’mere. Pick something.” He turns and picks up Grogu, bringing him up onto his lap. I turn so they can both see the holozine. I see something BB-8 can use and immediately perk up, glad he’s not going to be left out, “Oh look, Beebs-- a portable charging dock!” He gives a little whir of excitement, bumping against my leg since he’s unable to climb up onto the bed. I reach down and pat his head as Grogu excitedly taps on what might be broth.   We don’t have to wait long. Soon enough somebody knocks on the door, and Poe and I launch ourselves across the room to hide Grogu and Beebs on the other side of the bed with my bag of beskar. I stand guard, pretending to scan the holozine, while Poe answers the door, retrieves the tray, and brings it in. “Maybe you should’ve answered the door,” He makes a face as he sets the tray down on the bed. “That guy was doing double-takes. Somebody’s gonna recognize me.”    Both of us freeze as, without any warning at all, Grogu floats from the floor up onto the bed. Then Beebs-- entirely surprised himself and emitting a series of beeps and whistles-- is lifted up right behind him. Grogu takes his broth, waddles over to the pillows, and settles down to eat, totally ignoring our reactions. Beebs whistles in the droid equivalent of a shrug, sticking his robot arm out to grab his charging pod before rolling over to sit by Grogu, nestling himself beside him.    Poe-- still mid-passing out the forks-- glances to me with only his wide eyes. “He do that a lot?”    “I’ve seen him do some crazy things; like lifting logs with his mind. But that was expected.” I grab my fork from him without taking my eyes off Grogu for a second, then lean over to grab my own bowl. “Guess he was hungry.”

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   The streets of Coruscant are busy, bustling with people even this late at night-- they’re all partying on this level, the level where you can see the sky, apparently making money off of businesses down below in lower levels with workers paid low wages that work deep into the night. I hate it here-- rich people living off of others reminds me of Earth.    Traffic is thick in the sky, echoing with honks and engines, and music blares from every street corner. Each level down feels less carefree and like its own little world, and each level down is farther from the sky. I start to feel claustrophobic. The farther down we go, the grimier it gets. We pause three levels down, where we find an abandoned alleyway for me to put my beskar on. Poe and BB-8 stand guard, and Grogu keeps his head covered in the bag at Poe’s waist.    When I’m done, I come up beside Poe and pass his jacket to him. “Thanks.” He hands me Grogu, then addresses all three of us with his commander voice. “Alright, listen up: we’re about to enter a really dangerous place-- not as bad as Tiersa, but still dangerous. Keep an eye out for threats and stay close. Got it?”    “Got it.”    “Badu.”     BB-8 beeps in acknowledgement. Poe leads us onward to the next level down. BB-8 sticks close to his heels on his left, so I flank his right, keeping Grogu on my left hip and a hand on him at all times. My helmet’s systems are activated, and we go alert. Any noise or movement catches our eye, and I make a point to keep watch for people overhead.     Down two more levels, and the trash-filled streets are full of groups of ruffians that eye us, looking to see if they can get away with mugging us. I’ve taken up the same mindset I had on Tiersa, but now I also have to keep an eye on BB-8, who would make a nice pile of well-kept parts for somebody to sell at a scrap market. The thought makes me shudder. Grogu, sensing we’re in a bad area, curls up and goes quiet.     “You know where the old podracing arenas are, right?” I keep my voice extremely low. We’re passing by a group of guys wielding crowbars and pieces of old metal strapped to handles to make crude knives, trying to decide whether or not they should take on a group with a Mandalorian in their midst.     “I was here once before, but it was a different gang leader,” Poe explains, eyes flicking to the same thugs I’m watching, “And for a wholly different kind of mission. One that was authorized. I had a guide then.” Lucky for us, Poe has a memory like an elephant when it involves maps and cities, even apparently the criminal underworld of Coruscant. He seems to take us right to them, determinedly striding forward without pause.     The entrance to the old podracing rings is just an arch of old duracrete, unimpressive. There are two burly alien guards blocking the grimy archway from which distant music beats and thuds out into the polluted night air, muffled.    Poe approaches them confidently, apparently unconcerned that they’re seven feet tall, covered in rippling muscle, and each bears a huge knife that could slice even a wookie right in half. “We’re here to do business with Keru Lar on behalf of Edda Hutt.”    The guards sneer at each other before one of them leans down to snarl at Poe; my systems register him tensing, ready to draw his blaster. I’m prepared to spring forward at a second’s notice and trigger my flamethrower. The alien looming over Poe says, “I think Lar would’ve told us to expect somebody. Nice try.”    Poe is completely unfazed. After a good five-second count, he nods in understanding. “Okay. You really wanna be the one to tell your boss you botched up a deal with Edda? Alright-- your funeral.” Poe turns and dips his head to me quickly, indicating that I should turn around and head the other way. You better have a pretty good feeling they’re not gonna attack us, flyboy. I do what he tells me to, reluctantly. Putting my back to these guys makes me uneasy. Din’s voice clearly echoes in my mind saying “Never turn your back on an enemy.”    “Wait--” Says the other guard, and we turn just in time to see him hit the other guy so hard upside the head that he knocks him out cold. The guard steps aside, gesturing for us to go in with a sweeping of his arms. “Wouldn’t want to mess up a deal for the boss.”    “I’ll put in a good word for you,” Poe says drily, but the guard inclines his head in appreciation. Dumbass really thinks we’re gonna do that for him, huh? He doesn’t even check us. Once we’re in the vacant tunnel and the party music is louder, I say to Poe, “Does anyone on Coruscant have even half a brain?”    He keeps his eyes on the bright, neon lights of the party at the end of the corridor; a very different kind of the light at the end of the tunnel. “Depends. Today, we got lucky. So far. Keep an eye on Grogu. Stay close, Beebs.” He grabs my arm as the droid beeps in response. “Whatever I do or say, play along. Just like on Tiersa. Do not attack anyone unless you have to, Bez.” I nod, refusing to have a repeat of reckless, dangerous events. Only if necessary.    Another guard stops us just before the party-- an extravagant explosion of yellows, reds, pinks, and oranges, the whole place is illuminated with neon lights lining the ceiling and floors. And now I really feel like Katniss-- the people down here have the craziest outfits I’ve ever seen, in the brightest colors imaginable. Hot pink, cherry reds, cobalt blues, and bright greens are accented by clashing hairdos of equally bright colors, styled slicked-back, afros, or any other kind of style one can think of. Their dresses are angular, their tuxes sharp-shouldered like Cruella DeVil, and their shoes look more like weapons than a clothing item. The aliens seem to at least have some taste, but the humans have painted their faces white, adding makeup in golds, reds, or pinks to their eyes and lips. They’d make Effie Trinket look normal.    Not to mention, the air smells distinctly of alcohol and spice. Their music, while on-tempo, is overly-loud. Their singer is more screaming than singing, and she’s also slurring her words. Some sections are more dim than others, and on tables people gather to watch holoprojections of suggestive dancers.    Yikes.    “Isaac?” I say, since the guard is standing right there, “Are all men-- and some women, I see-- pigs? Like, throughout all space and time?”    “Pretty much,” He replies with a half-shrug. To the guard, who’s mumbling something in such a deep voice I can’t understand what he’s saying, Poe says, “We’re here to do business with Keru Lar.”    The guard hesitates, then turns to mumble into an comlink in his ear. After a second, the guard nods and beckons another guy to take his place. We’re led through the party, which calms a bit to stare and gawk at the two very out-of-place characters that have just entered their little celebration. “Hey,” I whisper to Poe, who turns his head to let me know that he can hear me, “If I dressed up like a clown and you dressed in drag, we’d fit right in.”   He scoffs. “Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had to go that deep into disguise.”   That takes a second to hit me, and I can’t tell if he’s being a smartass or if he’s serious. Suddenly I forget where we are and feel like I have to demand to know the rest of that story. “Wait what--”   “I’ll tell you later,” He promises.   “That’s two stories you owe me, Dameron.”   The guard pulls aside a curtain of beads. Up here, in this little room, the music is quieter. Inside reeks of cigarette smoke and spice, and clouds of it make Poe sputter for a second before he’s able to stifle it. Windows, kept very clean but steamy, overlook the party, filtering an eerie twilight glow into the room. Cushy sofas and loveseats made of velvet are positioned around a rug. A little weirdly-shaped table of glass sits in the center of it, piled with fruits and half-empty wine glasses.   Behind the main couch are three wookie bodyguards that look ready to rip our arms off if we so much as breathe wrong. Scattered about the room are women of all races, some quite near human, in immodest outfits of shimmery curtain and lace, all glitter-and-glamour. The center of attention is Keru Lar himself, who appears human at first glance.    Extravagantly dressed in a silver tuxedo, his dark hair is braided in rows on his head and then rejoined together at the base of his skull to be draped over his right shoulder. His dark skin is decorated with gold geometric tattoos, and he seriously reminds me of Snoop Dogg for a second.    Until I realize his arms and legs are far too long, that he’s easily ten feet tall, and his tattoos are pulsing with his blood. His hair moves with a life of its own. He pulls his glareshades down with a four-fingered hand to reveal gray reptilian eyes that blink sideways. His fanged teeth are golden when he smiles.     “You’re Keru Lar?” Poe asks.     “I am,” He smokes from a long green-shafted cigarette, pushing his glareshades back up. His voice is gravelly and far too deep, like it doesn’t belong to him at all and is being masked. Honestly, it kind of freaks me out. “Welcome, welcome! Make yourself at home!”   Keru Lar snaps his fingers, and a couple girls stand up, immediately making their way to Poe. Oh hell no. I don’t know why I feel so protective: I want to jump in front of him like I did on Tiersa, but I take a deep breath and act calm. I casually step in front of Poe, stopping the girls. They share a terrified, uncertain glance, so I say with a dip of my head, “Sorry, ladies. Business only for now. Gotta keep the boss focused on behalf of the higher-up.” Their faces soften and their stances ease. “Maybe next time,” I add, and they both nod in understanding and return to their original places.     I step backward into my own place behind Poe. I catch his eye and see a spark of approval as he inclines his head.    “No entertainment?” Keru Lar asks in disbelief, and briefly I wonder if I made a mistake and should’ve just let them do what they wanted, which is a thought that infuriates me; but then I see that Lar is grinning, amused, and I ease a bit. “This must be a very big deal indeed! Tell me, who are you, and what can I do for you?”    “I’m P--” He corrects himself so quickly I hardly catch it. It just sounds like he coughs on some of the smoke. “I’m Isaac Hérnandez. I’m here to make a deal with you on behalf of Edda Hutt.”    “Edda!” Lar leans forward with interest; he’s so large that the movements he’s making look unnatural and unfriendly. “How is he? It’s been so long.”    “He’s looking for a trade,” Poe replies.    “Oh? Is he? What can I offer the old slug?” He gestures to me vaguely with his cigarette, smiling greedily. “Does your bounty hunter there have what Edda wants to trade in that bag?”    I tighten my grip on the strap; Grogu shifts worriedly. Poe takes a subtle step in my direction, warning me not to do anything rash. “No, that’s her pet. For good luck.”    Lar makes a show of pouting. “Ah. A real shame.”    Poe continues. “Edda wants a particular map in your possession. In return he’s--”    “You mean the map to Palpatine’s lightsaber,” Lar drawls out knowingly, “Did he tell you that none but a Jedi can read it?”   Oh kriff.    “It’s not my business to ask questions.” Judging by the tone of Poe’s voice, he’s thinking the same thing I am: there are no Jedi left save for Luke, if that. Leia never used the Force, and we can’t have her read it anyway without giving up on the mission entirely. Sure, there are rumors, but we don’t have time to hunt for an elusive space-wizard. That leaves us only Grogu, who’s a baby. The map is useless. It’s all been for nothing.    “Edda wants the map,” Poe continues unwaveringly, and I wonder why we’re still here, “But what do you want in return?”    “Look around you, Hérnandez,” Lar spreads his arms. “What can Edda possibly give me that I don’t already have?” He takes a whiff of his cigarette and bares his teeth in a wicked grin. “Oh, but there is something. See, I’ve been a bit bored recently. I started up podracing again down here! But, unfortunately, my last driver had a bit of an... accident. He ended up only a black mark on the pavement.” Oh kriffing... I can see where he’s going with this. And from the way Poe stiffens, so does he. Lar leans forward. “If I win, none would dare to question my power here. If you win for me... then I’ll give you the map.”    Despite the fact that we’re supposed to be in character, Poe turns to give me an entirely unimpressed glare. I’m half tempted to lift up my hand in silent demand of him paying up on his ten-credit bet against Lar making us race him, but I’m too worried. Lar’s little area is open to the podracing ring on our right, and even with my helmet enhancing the dim track below, it’s extremely ill-lit. It’s old. And podracers are built by their pilots, so if Lar’s last driver got killed, then Lar’s probably bought an old, beaten-up racer from before the Battle of Yavin.    “I’m going,” I say before Poe can, but he shakes his head and lifts a hand for emphasis as he leans close.    “You ever fly a racer, Bez?”    “I’ve gotten the Slave to recover from a crash. I think I’m good.”    Poe puts his hands on his hips. “A racer’s a lot different from the Slave, even an X-wing. Nothing like a speederbike. You do this, you crash--”    “I’ll survive. I’ve got my beskar.”    “...Sure, whatever. And then how are we gonna get the map? You’ll survive a crash, but I’m the one that’ll win the race.” Poe ignores my protests and even those of BB-8 as he turns back to Lar. “I’ll do it. You got a racer?”    Lar’s grin makes me want to let my flamethrower loose on his face. “That I do.”

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   “This is a piece of junk,” I kick the engine of the racer, and a whole panel comes off. Eesh... Beebs rolls out of the way just in time to avoid getting scraped up, beeping up at me in alarm. Poe comes around from the other side, picks up the panel, and starts reattaching it. He’s had me hold his jacket, and his sleeves are rolled up; he’s covered in oil and grease, even on his face. His hair’s a mess. It’s a good look, but the situation has me wanting to knock him out cold and drag him to safety.    “Hey. Have faith in my--” the panel falls back off, and he hurriedly picks it up and starts repairing it again.    “...You were saying?”    Poe hardly glances at me. “Have faith in my repair skills.”    I cross my arms. His jacket, tied around my waist, makes me feel awkward and off-balance. “I have complete faith in your repair skills. But this pile of scrap metal is beyond even your help.” BB-8 gives a series of whistles and beeps that indicates he’s agreeing with me. “See?”     Poe switches a mock-glare between me and BB-8, but says nothing. Maybe because he knows we’re right.    The racer has to be been one of the first ones ever built. Rusted all to hell, it’s a dingy green-and-blue color, paint worn well away. The power couplings connecting the repulsor engines to the cockpit had been matted thick with dust before Poe had went about dusting it all off with an old rag to reveal cracking rubbers and eroded plugs. It won’t start without a shudder, smoke, and a horrible rattling sound in the left engine.     “You’re gonna get yourself killed. Let me drive. Can’t be much different than a car.” Of course, on Earth, I hadn’t gotten my license yet, but if I can fly the Slave, then I can drive a car.    Poe shakes his head, finally just grabbing a blowtorch and welding the loose panel into place. “No.” With a sigh, he turns the blowtorch off and turns to face me, lowering his voice. “You ever drive a podracer?”    “No, but--”    “You ever drive a speederbike?”    I’m shaking my head. His reasoning, of course, is flawless, except for the whole risking-his-life bit. “Poe--”    “Then no.” He interrupts sternly, “If you drive, you’ll only crash and kill yourself. For nothing. If I drive, I might not crash, and then we’ll have the map.”    “Going on this mission was my--”    “Our.”    “--idea, and you’re doing all the work! I’m literally just standing by as your bodyguard!” It’s infuriating. The only thing I’ve done to contributing to this mission is occasionally fly the Slave and occasionally almost get everybody killed. I need to do something, or else this mission is basically just Poe sticking his neck out without any help.    “Alright, alright...” He puts his hands on my shoulders, looking into my eyes meaningfully. “On the next step, wherever, whatever it is, you can pull the next death-defying stunt, okay?” With the deep, over-loud thrum of repulsor engines, the other five racers are pulling up adjacent to Poe’s considerably-smaller, definitely lesser podracer. If he dies here...    Without thinking, I wrestle my bear-claw amulet out from under my leathers, my undersuit, and the breastplate. It’s a long cord, but it’s still difficult to pull up-and-over my helmet. Thankfully, Poe holds still, only looking on in confusion-- he knows that I’ve never taken it off since the day my grandfather gave it to me. He knows how important it is to me. I swing the cord over his head and let the claw fall to his chest. “For good luck,” I say, but the meaning goes deeper than that and he knows it.     He regards me carefully, like he wants to say something. “Bez--”     “To your places, pilots! The race will begin in five minutes!”     “Badu,” Grogu sticks his hand out of the bag, holding the little old orb of metal. Poe hesitates for a second, then takes it with a fond smile, reaching in to ruffle Grogu’s ears.    “Thanks, buddy. I’ll bring it back to you.” He crouches to give BB-8 belly scratches. “Take care of ’em, bud.” When he stands and meets my eyes again, his dark eyes hold an emotion I can’t place. “Watch my back, Bez.”    “Always,” I reply immediately.    He doesn’t dare give me a hug-- not in this place, where weaknesses and vulnerabilities could be preyed upon. Me giving him the pendant was risky enough. He nods instead, delivering an assuring squeeze to my shoulder. Neither of us say anything more. Poe clambers up into the rickety cockpit, and I pass him the ill-fitting, old helmet with a cracked visor. It’s like Lar is trying to get him killed, which is probably the sole purpose of the race.     If he dies, I’m gonna set the whole place on fire.     All the pit crews-- myself and BB-8 included-- climb back onto the viewing platforms, where a fence is raised. I take in the crowd, trying to see anything amiss; so far I see nothing out of the ordinary, but that could change at any given moment. The podracers start their engines; four out of six of them have trouble. The other two sputter, but at least start. I keep a hand on Grogu and an eye on Beebs, who whistles in concern at my feet, wobbling uncertainly. I can’t bring myself to tell him not to worry, that it’ll be okay, because I’m absolutely terrified of Poe crashing into a wall or another podracer.     My hands are shaking, so I grip the rail tightly with one of them and the buckle of Grogu’s bag with the other. I position myself against the wall, where I can see the podracers to my right but also see the whole of the hideout to my left. The announcer begins spouting off names, models of the racers, whatever. I’m not paying attention. My attention is on potential dangers and Poe, who is checking his systems and bracing himself for one hell of a ride.     “Three... Two... One... RACE!”     The podracers shoot off down the track. Poe’s is slower than most of them, which is good, because the bulkiest one rams one of the others into a wall, causing an explosion that incinerates both that racer and another. Already the race is down to four racers, and they’re not even out of sight yet.     There are four laps. On the first, Poe is still behind. On the second, an explosion in the distant end of the loop has me anxious with worry until the three remaining pods shoot by with Poe gaining ground.     On the third, Grogu-- who had poked his head out to watch, against my protests because if something does happen, he doesn’t need to see it-- suddenly squeaks in alarm and ducks his head back into the bag. Shortly thereafter, I feel what he does: an awful, dark foreboding that something is about to go horribly wrong. Out of the corner of my left eye, I see them just before the crowd goes silent.     Stormtroopers. There are at least twelve of them. In the lead is a gigantic ’trooper wearing armor such a bright sheen of silver I wonder if it’s beskar. A black cape of rank hangs from her shoulders, nearly reaching the ground. I know who she is from stories of the other Resistance members, from Poe himself.      Captain Phasma.      The fact that she’s here worries me. She’s usually seen around General Hux or Kylo Ren, which means there’s a Star Destroyer nearby, potentially with either of them on it. Someone must have recognized Poe, or maybe Kylo Ren found a way to hunt me using the Force. Either one is very, very bad.      “This is an illegal gathering,” Captain Phasma announces in a cold, commanding voice. “If anyone attempts to leave without permission, they will be shot.” Three of the stormtroopers haul a huge piece of machinery toward the fence. They kick a piece of the railing down and start building their weapon. Is that a gun?      I’m panicking. What can I do against twelve stormtroopers and Captain Phasma? I’d have no help if I attacked. My whistling birds can take care of the troopers, but what about Phasma, who I’m certain has far more ’troopers waiting outside? Maybe some in any back entrances? Blocking the exits? I’m outnumbered and have no way to warn Poe, who is stuck on a racer speeding around a dim track.     Lar comes to greet her with a smile. “Why, my lady! Welcome! I’m sure you’ll find plenty of--!” There’s the sound of blasterfire and his chest is smoking, charred and blackened and bleeding. People scream as he collapses, dead, and the ’troopers aim their weapons at the crowd and order them to shut up and keep hands where they can be seen.     Captain Phasma continues unwaveringly despite the fact that her blaster is still smoking. “The First Order has reason to believe that an important member of the Resistance is currently among you.”     Poe. My eyes flick to the ’troopers building the gun, set up right on the racer track. They’ve finished, and the hum of the approaching podracers is growing ever closer. What are they doing?     “You are to comply with questioning. You are all currently under arrest for involvement in illegal actions.”     Poe. My only concern is how to warn him of the gun. How to stop his racer. If I shot my whistling birds down the tunnel and targeted his power couplings, would that disable his podracer? Or only blow it up? I don’t have any more time to worry, though, because the gun is fired, and I realize it’s not a gun at all.     It’s a cable.     It buries itself into the duracrete on the other side, and I realize its purpose seconds too late.     The podracers collide full-force with the cable, turning them to nothing but metal wreckage and fire as they’re thrown into the ceiling of the tunnel before skidding for several hundred yards.      I’m moving before the explosion is even over, shrapnel imbedding itself in my leather and bouncing off my beskar. Grogu, I keep safe by keeping a hand on the bag. BB-8 races alongside me, emitting a scream of worry. Everything is silent, like in those movies where somebody loses someone they care for and it all just stops. I see flashes of red as the stormtroopers open fire on the crowd, and I feel two blasts bounce of my beskar. I’m running for the wreckage. I think I’m screaming Poe’s name, but I can’t hear.     It should’ve been me. It should’ve been me. I see remains of cockpits and engines, hardly recognizable. I see the charred body of the alien pilot from one of the other podracers. I’m lifting things I shouldn’t be able to, huge panels of metal and wiring and I’m walking through fire, ignoring the heat. It should’ve been me. I find the dying pilot of the only other podracer, but he dies before I can even do much more than acknowledge his pleas for help.     And then I see him.     Thrown from the wreckage and on his side, back facing us. His clothes are charred in places and smoldering in others, and he lays just shy of a barrier of fire. BB-8 screeches a string of high-pitched machinery noises, rolling faster than I’ve ever seen him. I’m right behind him, calling Poe’s name, but he’s not moving. When I reach him, skidding to my knees, I hesitate in rolling him over, scared he’ll be like the other pilot.     But he’s not. The side of his face is covered in blood and there’s a nasty lump on his head, concealed mostly by his hair. I try to assess his condition, but I’m stopped short by the shrapnel in his thigh and the fact that he doesn’t have a pulse. Grogu immediately tries to reach forward and Force-heal him. “NO, Grogu!” I know that if he does that, he’ll forfeit his own life. I swing Grogu behind me and lay Poe flat, immediately starting chest compressions.    That’s carelessness. Din’s words come back to haunt me.    Nothing’s happening, and I’m starting to panic-- I can’t call it, I won’t. I’m so sorry, Poe...    BB-8 whirs and reaches over, stabbing Poe with a different robot arm right near my hands after nudging me back. It works like defibrillator. He zaps Poe with a jolt of electricity that makes his whole body arch, then he comes back to life with a yelp and a gasp.      “Poe!”      He coughs, wheezes, eyes wide as he blinks trying to clear them. His ears are bleeding, chest heaving, and he’s clearly in pain. He holds his wrist at a weird angle, and the shard of metal in his leg must go down to bone. But he’s alive.      “W-what--” His voice cracks painfully, and he winces.      I think I’m crying, but I don’t care. He’s okay. He’s okay. “D-don’t try to talk. Can you hear me?”      “I-I can’t hear you...” Poe vaguely gestures to his head and tries to move his other shoulder, but it takes effort. He’s severely injured.     “We need to get you back home...” I can’t carry him. I’m not strong enough. I try, but it only causes him more pain and I can hardly move. I order BB-8 and Grogu to stay with him as I scour for a piece of metal large enough to drag him on, trying to ignore the chaos of what’s happening close by. None of the stormtroopers have noticed yet that I’m missing, if they even saw me in the first place. There’s still blasterfire and people screaming, trying to escape. A couple people jump into the ring, only to be shot dead. The stormtroopers are merciless.     I find a relatively intact piece of metal sheeting and start to pull it toward Poe when I hear him call me in a panic. “Bez!” I whip around just in time to see him grasping at Grogu, who’s falling over into the bag with a squeak. Poe’s arm is no longer bent weird, the shrapnel is out of his thigh, and he’s sitting up, alert.    Oh no...     When I reach them, Grogu’s fine, but exhausted. He’s in a deep sleep, curled up in the bottom of the bag. Poe looks up at me in terror. “I-I didn’t do--”     “He Force-healed you,” It’s both an explanation and a comment. I check Grogu over and ensure that’s all he did, then loop the strap back over my head. “Gizmo, buddy...”        I check Poe. His shoulder is still dislocated, so I have to help him pop it back into place, and we have to tear off a piece of his shirt to bandage his thigh-- the wound isn’t as deep, but it’s still bleeding. His once-broken wrist is perfectly functional, and from what I can tell he seems perfectly fine otherwise; his hearing has returned fully, leading me to believe Grogu focused on internal injuries that could prove deadly before we reach D’Qar.     “What happened?” Poe manages, taking in the scene around him.     “Captain Phasma,” I answer curtly, and then I do risk hugging him, tightly, careful of my helmet hurting his face. “...You almost died.”     Poe may not be as badly injured now, but he’s still hurt. He holds me back as tightly as he can manage. “But I didn’t. I’m fine, Bez.” He pulls pack, rapping his knuckles on the forehead of my helmet with an exhausted smile. “Now tell me what happened.”      As quickly as possible, I explain everything while Poe silently assures BB-8 that he’s fine; he keeps an arm around the droid and keeps him very close, while BB-8 keeps inputting beeps to ask him if he’s okay.     When I’m done, Poe glances toward the calming firefight of the nearby hub. “So... We’ve still gotta get the map.”     I sit back on my heels, amazed. “The kriff-- Poe, this mission’s a bust!”     Poe is pissed. I’ve never seen him look so angry and determined all at once. “Not until I say it is. We’ve come this far.” He reaches for me. “Help me stand up.” I help Poe to his feet and we half-sneak, half-limp back to the platform, staying just out of sight. Even from here we can see dead bodies hanging half over the edge or in the ring, moaning injured, and smell burnt flesh.     “Does anyone else wish to object?” I hear Captain Phasma challenge. Poe and I freeze, listening closely. He focuses on the ground, trying to come up with a plan; I already have, and it’s probably stupid, but what else can we do?     I pull Poe down to my level so that I can whisper, “Stay here and play along.” I climb back up onto the platform before he can stop me and then quite suddenly I have every blaster in the complex trained on me. I keep my hands up where they can see them, and play the same confident, cocky role that Poe keeps assuming. “Easy, boys.” I point to Phasma without lowering my hands. “You. Shiny. Yeah. You went and shot up my bounty. Now, see, that’s a problem.”     Phasma lifts her chin a little. “Are you speaking of the crime lord?”     “Yeah. Blew a hole right in his kriffing chest. Lucky for you, my boss wants him dead or alive, but he wants proof. SO. If you’d just ever-so-kindly let me take his over-dressed corpse off your hands, I’ll be outta your hair. If you have any. Kind of hard to tell under that whole fake-beskar shebang.” With one hand, I vaguely indicate her head.    “Search her, and search the tunnels.” Captain Phasma orders. I stick my arms out casually, though inside I’m freaking out over how Poe and Beebs are gonna hide. Two ’troopers come pat me down and scan me, and I cooperate. The other goes to check the tunnels.     “What’s this?” One of the stormtroopers reaches for Grogu’s pack, but I shift him out of range.    “Easy, easy-- it’s my good-luck charm. A pet, y’see.”     One of the ’troopers turns to his silver-clad leader. “Nothing out of the ordinary, ma’am. Just the standard arsenal of weapons. Should we confiscate them?”    “Who are you?” Captain Phasma demands, ignoring her ’trooper, who stands beside me nervously awaiting orders. I feel bad for the poor guy.    “The name’s Bond. Jay Bond.” It’s the single worst line I’ve ever uttered in my life, but it’s all I can think of on short notice. “Burgeoning bounty hunter from the Mid Rim. And you are?”    “My name does not concern you,” Captain Phasma counters. “All that concerns you is that if your story does not satisfy me, you are under arrest.”    I take a couple of arrogant strides forward, stopping when the stormtroopers lift their blasters. “Ah. Gotcha. Whaddya wanna know?”    “She’s lying!” Shouts a Rodian, and I try to act very, very calm. “She was with him! The one you’re looking for! He said she was his bodyguard!”    “Cuff her,” Phasma orders, but the stormtroopers falter when I start laughing. Poe? Nah, go all Deadpool on her ass.    “Wow, ain’t even gonna hear my side, huh? Yeah I was with him-- this Dameron, the cocky bastard-- but not of my own accord, I assure you.”    “Go on,” Phasma urges slowly, though I can tell she’s itching to put me in stuncuffs.    You’ve seen Burn Notice. Just chill and naturally step into this false persona like that guy. Just like acting. “See, I was here to find Keru Lar, yeah? You already know that much. Been casin’ the joint for weeks. Then comes along that pilot from the Resistance. Struck up a deal with him-- I don’t care who I get credits from so long as I get ’em, and doubling is never a problem. He wanted something from Lar, some kind of chip, didn’t really care. So long as I helped him get it, I got to take Lar in. Alive, was the deal, ’cause he’s worth more that way. Thanks for that. Now I’m comin’ outta this with a quarter of what I woulda made.”     Captain Phasma takes a couple of menacing steps forward. I’m short anyway, only 5’ 4", so this stormtrooper commander has to be at least 6’ 4". I hardly come up to her elbow. “Then why were you coming from the tunnel Dameron crashed in?”    Kriff. Say something, anything! “Wouldn’t you dive into hellfire to get the key to a stuncuff? Rather, stuncollar. Hidden right under my leathers, tight around my throat. I said I wasn’t in this of my own free will, yeah? Bastard put a stuncollar on me to keep me in check. Keep me from bringing him in-- the bounty on him woulda set me up for life! Had to get the key. Didn’t wanna deal with a stuncollar for an undisclosed period of time. That thing was kriffing uncomfortable.”    Phasma’s head tilts. “You took the key off of his dead body?” She sounds hopeful. Of course. If they can confirm the death of Commander Poe Dameron, that’d be one hell of a de-moralizer for the Resistance.    I choke out what I hope sounds like a cruel laugh. “What was left of it. I’m surprised the key even still worked.”    Captain Phasma looms over me menacingly. “And where is your stuncollar, Bond?”    Okay. That was... kinda cool. I talk like she’s four. “Uh... I trashed it. You gonna keep your restraints? Don’t think so. Can I take the body now?”    Phasma jerks her head to the stormtroopers beside me. They grab Lar’s body and drag it over to me, as if it’s incredibly light. I lower my hands, mock-saluting at her. “Thanks, Shiny.”     “We want no business with the bounty hunter guilds. Take your quarry and be done with it.” I start dragging Lar’s body toward the tunnels, piquing her interest. “Where are you going, Bond?”     “A bounty hunter never reveals their secrets.” I roll Lar’s body off the edge carelessly-- he actually is surprisingly light. “Bye.” I chirp, then hop off myself, finding no sign of Poe or Beebs. I can’t exactly call for them, so I drag Lar’s body in the direction of the place they’d last been standing. I pull the body far past the wreckage and am starting to get concerned when I hear “Psst.”    I glance over my shoulder first, scanning for life signs, but the heat from the fires are messing with my sensors. I’m pretty sure I’m not being followed, so I turn to find a grate as the source of the voice. “Poe?”    “Yeah. Hurry!” The grate lifts and I see Poe, but no sign of BB-8. He answers my question before I can ask it. “I sent Beebs back to the Slave. We’re gonna need a quick getaway.”     I pull Lar into the vent. The vent is spacious, but also filled with years of grime and old skeletons that imply we’re not the only ones that have done this.    It also explains why Poe looks like he’s gonna be sick.    I reach forward to steady him. “You okay?”    “I’m good.” He coughs and puts his back to the bones, managing a smile. “Didn’t expect that little performance. You’re a natural, Bez.”    I beam, not only from the praise, but also because I was certain my idea was stupid. “On Earth I was considering being an actor as a hobby. Guess I would’ve been a good one.”    We start searching Lar’s body, each taking a side. “How do you come up with names so fast?”    “Well, Bond? From my world he’s the star of a famous series of spy movies going back to like the ’60s-- er, decades before my mom was born. It’s cliché, but it worked, and, honestly? It felt really cool.”    Poe glances up at me with a smirk. “I bet. Y’know we gotta start looking to see if any of the movies you’re talking about’ve been turned into holovids.” He seems to find something, tearing off Lar’s expensive silver shoes and dumping them to find both a handful of credits and what’s distinctly a keycard.     “Jackpot!” I point to the keycard triumphantly, giving a little clap. “Key to his apartment?!”     “Key to his apartment,” Poe confirms with a grin. I stuff the credits into one of the pockets of Grogu’s bag, then we make our way through the vent, which leads into the grimy streets. Careful of stormtroopers, we take back alleys only as we make our way up a few levels, to a nicer, richer, but more corrupted portion of the city-planet. No one pays us any mind as we ascend the floors of a massive apartment complex via the stairs instead of the more public elevator, or when two people who are clearly out of place hurriedly enter Lar’s apartment.     Lar’s former home is richly furnished, overly-decorated, and filled with all the latest tech. There’s a pool table, a bar, gambling tables-- hell, it looks like he lives in a mini-casino. One wall is entirely glass, looking out over the city. The congested scene of city lights and traffic makes me shudder. “Nice view,” I say sarcastically as we start searching.     Poe locks the door and starts up a casual conversation as we begin to sweep his apartment. “You don’t like the city, Bez?”     I start opening cabinets, running my hands along the edges to check for hidden swtiches and panels. “I prefer the woods.”     “You should see Yavin. You’d love it there.” Poe-- without much effort-- turns a couch over. I tear the cushions off, shaking them out and opening them with my knife. What he’s implying, though, makes me jittery.    “You inviting me to your homeworld, Dameron?”     He starts running his hands along the walls while I focus on the furniture. “Maybe...” He briefly turns to see my face-- or rather, stance, since I still have my helmet on-- then flushes and clears his throat, changing the subject abruptly. “You know what we’re looking for, right?” When I shake my head, he continues with, “Most maps are stored on little silver drives. It could be an old format, though, so just... point out anything unusual.”     Unusual... Hm... I wonder... I press a button on the outside of my helmet. My surroundings go blue and yellow. Footprints-- up to five days old-- are in red. “Poe. Chill for a second. Stop moving.”     He freezes, throwing his hands up as if I’m gonna say that somebody has blasters pointed at us. “Uh... Why?”     “Watch and learn, my non-Mandalorian friend.” I gesture around at the floor in my general area. “Okay, so, this cluster-kriff is our mess. So... These enormous footprints over here are Lars’. Looks like he’s had some guests over.”     “Wait-- are you... Are you tracking?” Poe looks around in astonishment. He knows how to track just as well as I do, but that’s without a Mandalorian helmet. “...Inside?”    I tap my helmet in answer. “This thing works wonders.”    Poe comes up behind me, trying to lessen the effect we have on the place by following me around. “Huh... Maybe I will take the Creed... Then I’d repaint Fett’s armor to match Black One.”    “Not a chance,” I kneel to closer inspect the footprints far larger than a humans’, humming with thought as I watch them circle around the room as he entertained his guests. I follow them around his house for fifteen minutes before I find something out of the ordinary. Poe jumps when I laugh. “Looks like you were onto somethin’, Poe. These footprints go right into the wall.”     Positioned right next to the glass window-wall, it looks like it couldn’t possibly contain anything behind it. Poe and I start inspecting the edges, tapping and listening for hollow spots-- then Poe reaches over and pulls a knife out of my belt. With all the strength he can muster, he stabs into the wall and cuts out a piece of drywall hiding a control panel. I’m nodding with appreciation as I take the dagger back. “Nice. Now what?”     He messes with the panel for a second. “It needs a code.”     “But we don’t have a--”     He steps back, draws his blaster, and shoots it open. We high-five as the wall pops open with a hiss, though it’s heavy-- it takes both of us to swing it open. Inside is what looks like a giant fridge, glowing with blue lights and glass shelves, each of which contains half a dozen items or more. Neither of us have any idea what half of them are; it’s a collection of weird and strange artifacts from across the galaxy, some ancient, some new... Of course, since Lar’s apartment is built for a giant, the higher shelves require us to climb, carefully using the glass shelves as a ladder. We each take a side and start searching.     Not long after we start, halfway toward the top, I chirp, “Ooh. What have we here?”     “Find it?” Poe doesn’t stop his own careful search to turn and look at me as I reach for the device.     “I thi--” I don’t get to finish my sentence, because as soon as I touch it, I’m given a surge of energy much like the one I’d felt when I’d first touched Grogu-- a burst of Force. An image flashes before my eyes of a young tree on a grassy hill, and I hear a woman’s voice say my name very clearly, as if she’s standing right beside me.      “Follow your instincts...” She adds, and then I’m back in reality. With a shout of alarm, I yank my hand away from the map and fall backward, landing hard on my back.     “Laylah!”      That was much more intense than what had happened with Grogu. This was... powerful. Terrifying. Rising up in me is this want to use this power, the Force, and I push it away. I will not be a Sith.     I’m out of breath, but I scramble to my feet anyway and hold my arm to my chest, taking several steps backward, away from that damned chip. Poe’s in front of me, grabbing my shoulders, the map forgotten. “What is it? What happened?”     I point to where the map is on its shelf, but I don’t look at it. I refuse to. “That one’s it. Has to be. But I’m not touching it again.”     “Wha--”     “I’m not touching it, Poe!”     My bag moves, and with a yawn, Grogu pops his head out, babbling softly. Poe slowly nods when he realizes that I’m shaking. “It’s okay. I’ll get it.” He’s back down with it in a second, holding it like it’s made of glass and staring in awe. He’s Force-sensitive, just like us, so he can probably feel its importance; if he sees anything, he shows only astonishment. Grogu fixes his gaze on it with a strange intelligence and familiarity. I take several steps back, away from it.     Poe’s eyes flick to my face. “...What’d you see, Bez?”     I shake my head, trying to get rid of the memories. “A... A tree. I heard a woman’s voice.”     “What’d she say?”     “...To follow my instincts,” I admit, albeit reluctantly.     Poe hands the map to Grogu, who very carefully takes it before disappearing into the bag with it. “That doesn’t sound so bad.”     “...I felt the Force,” I whisper, “Like when I first touched Grogu. That woman that spoke to me... she was one of them... A Jedi.” I knew she couldn’t have been a Sith. The presence I felt was good, not evil, even comforting and welcoming. The fact that I’d felt her at all is what scares me. If she can contact me, why not a Sith? I close my eyes, letting my head fall forward a bit. “Every day it gets harder and harder. To block the Force. To keep it away from me.”    Poe is sympathetic as he regards me. His voice is barely audible. “Then why don’t you stop fighting it?”    Because if I let the Force in, that might let my control over my anger out. If that happens... “Because if I do, it’s over. I don’t want to end up like Kylo Ren.”    He sighs, shaking his head in disapproval. “Why are you so convinced that you’ll become a Sith?”    Of course, he already knows all my reasons. Somehow, he still thinks that if I stop ignoring the Force and start using it, I’d be just like Grogu. If I were ever trained, he’s absolutely certain that I would be a Jedi. But even a Jedi is the last thing I want.     I don’t get to say anything in response though, because suddenly he’s throwing me to the floor. The kriff--     Blasterfire obliterates the secret storage, and we’re covered in a shower of glass shards. With a horrible crash, the window is fractured before it turns to dust, bursting out into open air. Wind and city noise overwhelms us, and even the blasterfire ceases momentarily as everybody tries to reorient themselves. Poe pulls me to the makeshift shelter of a bar counter, the now-open window to our backs. We’re twenty-one stories up, so if we fall or are pushed, we’re done for.      I twist around and pop over the counter, higher than Poe can, managing to get three ’troopers in the chest and see a glimpse of Captain Phasma entering the doorway before blasterfire becomes too intense. Poe and I duck back down behind the bar. “Three already!”     Poe is appalled that I’m counting. “This isn’t a competition, Bez!”     “You’re just saying that ’cause you only got two.”     “Poe Dameron,” Says Captain Phasma, all high-and-mighty.      Poe goes snark mode. “Phasma! It’s been awhile. How’s the arm?” He quips, then to me mouths, “I shot her,” and I give a gesture of appreciation as if we’re just casually talking bad about someone behind their back.     She ignores him. “We understand that you have found something of the utmost importance to Lord Kylo Ren.” Poe mimes a gag. “Despite your innumerable crimes to the First Order, we are prepared to let you go if you would just give us the map.     “As for you, Bond--” I giggle at the use of the name, finding it ridiculously hilarious now, “--you are now wanted for deceiving a First Order officer.”    “You’re just mad ’cause you were outsmarted,” I call over the wind, “Not that it’s hard.”    I can feel her clenching her fists around her gun. Still perfectly calm, she adds, “If you both would turn over the map, we will let you go.” We’re shaking our heads at each other, unimpressed.    We both know they’ve got us surrounded and will shoot us to hell as soon as we offer it to them. We both know that if they don’t shoot us, they’ve got a Star Destroyer in orbit to take us to. “Just a sec, lemme think,” Poe says to her.    “Y’know those holovids where the guy grabs the girl and swings her to safety with a rope or something?” I whisper excitedly as I indicate the open air just a couple of feet away.    Poe looks at me like I’m crazy. “I don’t have a grappling hook! I left it on the Slave!”    Pointedly, I hold up a vambrace. “I do. We’re goin’ reverse here. Gonna jump right out the window.”    “It’s a crazy, deadly idea,” A wild grin spreads across his face and sparks dance in his eyes. “I like it. Let’s go.”     Hurriedly, I explain as I holster my blasters. “I’m gonna stand up and use my flamethrower. It’ll blind ’em, mostly. We’ll back up, and you hang onto me while we repel down.”    Poe nods eagerly. “On three?”    We count down as Phasma begins issuing orders to surround us and take the map by force. Just as the stormtroopers begin to move, I stand up, immediately triggering my flamethrower and waving it back and forth in front of me. Oh, they’re shooting, but their aim sucks anyway. Grogu is swung behind me to keep him safe from stray blasterfire, just as Poe stays behind me as shoots at stray ’troopers. We back up to the edge of the window as Phasma is shouting to her ’troopers to get down to the ground level; but they’re too late, they’ll never make it in time. Poe wraps his arms around my torso, and we jump-- I don’t trigger my grappling hook immediately. Instead, we plummet.     “Bez!” Poe warns, while Grogu is laughing and cheering loudly; once I have a clear shot for a window ledge where the ’troopers won’t be able to reach it, I fire-- there’s a few-second delay, but then we’re yanked to a stop. Poe lets out a breath of relief and rests his forehead against my shoulder as I start repelling us to the ground, which is dangerously close.     “This was fun. We should do this again.”     “We are never doing that again.” Poe tells me breathlessly, then Grogu babbles excitedly. “I said never.”     Once we’re on the ground, I disconnect the wire-- I can get a new one later. The stormtroopers are trying to fire at us from the window, so Poe and I take off as fast as we can for the nearest ride to the next level-- we have a head start, but the stormtroopers seem to always be right behind us. Crammed full of people leaving for the day, Poe and I slide in amongst the crowd and blend in, completely ignored by the platoon of stormtroopers guarding it. Idiots.     We get all the way back to the landing platform without Phasma’s ’troopers catching up, even with Poe’s injured leg. We’re just about to exit onto the landing platform when we’re cut off by BB-8, beeping wildly in a panic. We skid to a halt, which is difficult on such a smooth floor. “What?” Poe demands, then turns to me in a mix of exasperation and helplessness. “’Troopers are guarding the Slave-- they’re guarding all the ships that have landed recently. A dozen of them-- Bez!”     I’m running past him, shoving Grogu in his arms. No better place to use the whistling birds. I race out onto the platform headlong and am greeted with every blaster facing in my direction. “Hey! Stop!”     I obey immediately, but only because my whistling birds need to lock on. A five-second count is all they need, and I bring my arm down to push the pressure switch on the vambrace. Blasterfire gets me in the shoulder, but my beskar keeps me from the worst of it; I’ll probably have a pretty nasty bruise.     The whistling birds stream from my vambrace. The stormtroopers cry out as the tiny missiles find their necks, the soft parts of their armor, or blast them clear off the platform. “Poe!” I cry over my shoulder, but him and BB-8 are already hurrying up. On the other platforms, the ’troopers seem to have realized what’s happening and start firing at us. I draw my blasters and jog a few steps back to open the ramp, providing cover for Poe, Beebs, and Grogu as they bolt into the ship. I’m right behind them, flying for the cockpit. “Strap yourselves in-- it’s gonna be one hell of a ride.”     I can hear the stormtroopers opening fire on the ship as I’m getting into the cockpit, powering up the systems. I’m not even done buckling when I push the Slave into takeoff. The radar starts sounding off an alarm-- six TIEs are screaming after us from a patrol grid they’d been working nearby. “Kriffing unfair.” Unsure what else to do, I send the Slave straight up and at full speed. The TIEs lock on and open fire-- the whole ship lurches when they land a hit.      “Bez, what’s happening up there?” Poe calls from behind me, but I can hardly hear him over the alarms of one of the TIEs locking on for a missile-- or the fact that I see a Star Destroyer in orbit.     “Kriffing hell--” I stall out on purpose, flipping the Slave until I’m falling toward the TIEs. The turrets thunder out a round of bright red, catching two of them-- the rest break free.      Something on the back of the seat makes me jump-- it’s just Poe. He’s clipped a harness to himself and latched himself to the arm of my seat by a caribeener. “What’re you doing?”     “What am I doing? What are you doing? You need to be strapped in! How the hell--”     “On your right!” I dive just in time to avoid the TIEs stream of green blasts. “You ever been in a dogfight with TIEs?”     “No!” I pitch the Slave up again-- like I’d hoped, the TIEs give chase. Without hesitation I drop a seismic charge; they don’t dodge, they don’t have time. The charge detonates, sending a shockwave of blue energy outward. The TIEs are incinerated on impact.    “They’re launching more TIEs,” Poe warns as we exit the atmosphere, I hit the lightspeed, and in a couple minutes we’re over whatever planet I randomly inputted; I have no idea where we are-- five TIEs managed to follow us. I swing the Slave up and around, straight for them. The unexpected assault makes two of them scatter, but the other three open fire as I do-- two of them combust and spiral into the third.    “Behind you,” Poe says calmly.    “Stop backseat driving! I know! I can see all the systems, Poe!” I spot canyons and dive in. The TIEs give pursuit. “I was never good at games like this!” The red-orange stone threatens to clip us and I feel like I take each turn too slowly. One wrong move and we’re dead. One of the TIEs shoots into the rock, causing an avalanche that nearly squashes us all. The edge clips us, rocks and debris clanking of the transparisteel and the hull. “Real smart, nerf-herder.”    Finally, I find an advantage: a natural bridge. I swoop under and over, firing on the TIEs upside-down. I snag one, but the other evades me, follows me. We’re right-side-up again and still being pursued. “Got a plan, Bez?” Poe questions casually.    “Maybe.” I push the Slave into full-speed and do my best to fly through the canyon without crashing until I find what I’m looking for: a sharp turn. “Bingo.”    “...That sounds stupid.”    “It’s an Earth word.”    “Yeah, I got that. But that sounds like a name. A stupid name.”    “You’re just mad ’cause I called you a backseat driver.”    We sweep around the corner, but we don’t keep going. Instead, I tuck the Slave into a cleft, and we wait for the TIE to speed by. Please work, please work; don’t slam into us. But it does work. The TIE flies by without even realizing what’s happened. The Slave blasts off after it. My turrets lock on just as the TIE starts to swerve in an attempt to fly up and away. I open fire, and the TIE is obliterated in a burst of smoke and fire.     Poe forgets that he’s supposed to be pouting and cheers, clapping me on the shoulder. “You sure you wanna be a doctor, Bez? Maybe you could be a pilot part-time? I’d let you join Black Squadron!”     “The offer’s tempting, Poe,” I answer as we leave the canyon behind. He hasn’t noticed the way my hands are shaking, and I’m glad I have the helmet on or he’d see how clammy and queasy I feel. “But... no. I didn’t like it.”    “You didn’t like kicking ass?”    “I didn’t like shooting them down,” I specify, “Or killing the stormtroopers. I didn’t like it, and I don’t ever want to do it again.”     Poe reaches down to squeeze my shoulder reassuringly. “Well I don’t like it either, Bez. None of us do.”     “I know.” We exit the atmosphere, and for a second we’re just floating in empty space. I expect the Star Destroyer to appear, but when it doesn’t, I realize the TIEs must not have transmitted our location. “...You’re stronger than I am. You, and all the other pilots. I can’t do what you do. I wish I could.”     Poe’s silent for a second. He reaches around me to input coordinates into the navicomputer, and we’re jumping to Tatooine. “It never gets any easier. But with every ’trooper or TIE you take down, you save a life. Think of it that way. I’m sure there’s good people in there somewhere, but the problem is finding them-- or giving them the courage to come out.”     My voice is small and meek when I say, “...Dad worries about me being a First Order traitor.”     Poe turns to look at me; I see disbelief, astonishment, but not understanding. “Wait, what?”     I flip on autopilot and talk as I’m going around to the platform behind the cockpit. Poe follows close behind. “I told you about my life on Earth, right? Well Dad worries that I’m not really actually from Earth. He worries that I betrayed the First Order somehow and they released me with memory implants in the hopes that I’d go crazy.”     “Joke’s on them,” Poe scoffs, putting his hands on his hips; then he seems to realize something and he reaches over to grab my arm. “Wait, is that why you’re so worried about becoming a Sith?”    I shrug; the thought had crossed my mind many times. “Sometimes I wonder if Dad’s right, and I was being trained to be a Sith. So I worry that if it is true, then if Kylo Ren finds me, he’ll finish whatever was started.”    “It’s impossible,” Poe sounds completely confident as he comes closer, tapping me on the helmet. “Hey. Look at me, buckethead.”    “That’s owl-buckethead, to you.”    “That’s impossible,” He says again once I’m looking at him, “You know why? Leia-- no, not just Leia, every extremely-Force-sensitive person in the galaxy-- wouldn’t have seen you if that was true. And even if it were, then what’s that say? You were being trained to be a Sith and did something they didn’t like, and they pretty much accept all forms of evil, so you probably did something good. Now look at you. You don’t have it in you to be a Sith, Bez. You don’t even like killing stormtroopers.”     The warmth in his eyes is calming, reassuring. For some reason Poe’s reasoning puts me at ease a bit, though I’m also just crushing all the fears into a little manageable ball that I refuse to think about. I manage to smile. “...Thanks, Poe.” A tap on my leg makes me look down to see Grogu-- but I skitter back from him when I see that he’s trying to hand me the map. “Uh-uh, Gizmo. You read it.”    “Badu,” He says insistently, and starts chasing me around the platform. He’s not very fast and he’s easy to avoid, but the platform is small and he’s a persistent little guy.    “I don’t think he wants to read it.” Poe points out, having watched for about five minutes in full seriousness.    “Well, I’m not reading it!”    “You’re the only one who can,” Poe gestures to himself and BB-8 as he continues, “I can’t read it, Beebs can’t read it, and Grogu won’t read it. That leaves you, unless you wanna turn around and have Leia read it.”     We stare each other down for a few seconds, and for a moment I seriously contemplate what it would take to convince Leia to read a map leading to the shards of Palpatine’s lightsaber. Probably nothing-- and then this whole thing really will have been for nothing. I flex my hands, nervous, thinking, but I can’t see any other alternative. Reluctantly, I kneel down and reach for the map tentatively. Nothing happens-- no vision of a tree and no voices. I’m still in the Slave.      “Bah,” Grogu says, and toddles over to Poe’s bag to rummage for something to eat.     I stand as I address Poe, sighing with relief. “Why are we going to Tatooine?”     Poe stands beside me with his hands on his hips, watching as BB-8 helps Grogu unwrap a nutrition bar. “We’re going to that space-McDonald’s you mentioned. Oh, and we need a safe-ish place to read that map.” He claps me on the back and moves to help Beebs when Grogu tries to fight him with his food. “Guys-- no, Grogu, do not stick that in BB-8’s compartment-- Beebs, stop it, be nice-- guys--”     My eyes trail down to the map drive, resting in my palm, heavy with importance. I wonder who the woman I heard is-- is she still alive, or is she a ghost? Are there ghosts in space? I’m sure there’s no reason for them not to exist in the vast cosmos. I turn it over and over, but can find no buttons or switches or anything to indicate where I can activate it. So, what am I supposed to do? Meditate?     Guess I’ll figure it out, somehow.

    “Bez, you gonna give me a hand or not?”

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I’m gonna rant cuz I wanna

I was gonna wait to post this till I had a few drawings to go w this rant but wah- forget it-

So here’s a draft that I am going to finish post at 3:15am because it’s ramble time baby

So this is technically an AU- but just for myself - cuz none of y’all would understand the differences being made

Until I explain it to you lalalalaaa so here we go-

everyone has thier own versions of sun & moon and Y/N wether it be in personality or design or both

I just wanna explain how I picture my universe of sillies ig- I always wanted to go on a rant about it but I would always shut myself down- being afraid that I would come off as more annoying than I already am ndndksbsj- Idk- nevertheless it’s fun to info dump- wether or not people actually read it- I don’t mind at this point- so I’m just gonna go for it man

So basically I have this OC world I call Zermerands-(don’t hurt yourself trying to pronounce it) - which is a planet full of my original species and a very messy plot point- I think I mentioned this planet maybe once before-? Don’t quote me on that- but that’s besides the point

The point is that in this world- magic,psychic abilities,elementsl powers, advanced technology, and all that yadda yadda is the norm- so a pizza plex existing here would be considered kinda a basic kids establishment- but it’s still very much a popular place to kill time with the kiddos- and the daycare in this case is the backbone of the company-

ok so each species has their own districts- and usually all the crazy outstanding and very risky establishments are built in the Feindly district- I’ll one day go into depth with all the species but rn I’m too lazy and I wanna try to keep this as short as my rambling self possibly can B)

In the canon story I have an OC named Jackie that owns an establishment similar to the pizza plex- so basically- the AU is that Jackie’s Place is replaced with the pizza plex - tadaa

As of right now - Zermerands doesn’t have any robot inhabitants- so ig in a way the animatronics are a somewhat fascinating feat- however most people are so use to the diversity of the population that they may just assume the robots are actual citizens just working there to provide for thier robot families

Which is not the case given that they were accidentally given sentience-

But ya- so- ya

In the Feindly district - murder isn’t illegal- however most stores/households/establishments have installed an T.T.M.S.S (acronym for “Thing That Makes Stuff Stop”,, people here don’t know how to name their gadgets) which is basically an,,, idk a word for it,,? Anesthetic?? Ig?? - it works at a kinda mist that they put In the air so that basically it makes people incapable of using their special abilities-

like- for example - if a dragon person waltzed into the pizza plex- they wouldn’t have ability to breathe fire - and they would be in a relaxed state to where they would be for the most park physically and emotionally incapable of causing any problems- but the effectiveness of this must varies from creature to creature-

This doesn’t affect the animatronics tho- cuz - they don’t have lungs-

they don’t have any special abilities outside of the canon game but they would technically be stronger than all the costumers

Which is why moon has been shamelessly eating trespassers

Even tho murder isn’t illegal- people are still pretty civil and respectful- and they would expect nothing less from the animatronics

Murder is a controversial topic in the Feindly district- some consider it incredibly idiotic that it’s not illegal- some say “Ya don’t like it? Move to another district!” And then most of which are indifferent- most are pretty chill they really don’t care- but it causes them to be fairly callused- given that any day at anytime- they- or a loved one could be gonzo within seconds

Ok back to talking about the plex-

All the glam characters are basically the same in personality-

Moon is more feral and only speaks fluent sentences if he feels you’re worth his time- if not he’ll talk with very few words

For example

I kinda respect you, moon: “You can leave now. Your shift ended half an hour ago.”

I playfully disrespect you, moon: “You. Gone.”

That kinda thing

Sun is very calm and sarcastic

Absolutely panicking and questioning his life 24/7 on the inside-

He’ll only let his panic shine through if he feels threatened or has a suspicion that he’s being replaced

But ofc he hides it very very well with being chill and silly silly

He only raises his voice when he absolutely positively needs to

Otherwise he prefers to solve conflicts in a fashion that causes less stress in everyone involved

He kinda had to take on both roles of being fun and upbeat- yet calm and relaxed at the same time

Sun was the one who ratted Moon out tho-

After being addressed for his behavior- management figured it would be safer if Moon was just strictly a security guard and never was allowed to interact with the kids

He acted pretty indifferent to the whole thing- but he does kinda miss the kids-

A lot-

Sun loves his job- but he felt if Moon wasn’t so morally STUPID that it would be a lot easier to manage

Also yes they both reside in the same body

So he is very well capable of speaking with moon he just prefers not to most of the time

They don’t hate eachother- they just rather not associate- they view eachother as mere business partners rather than brothers

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Writing process ask: 9 and 19

9. what's your writing process like?

Uhhh….sit down and start writing.

That’s literally it, I’m sorry to say. 🤣 but I do think it’s important to justify that by saying that I do think a lot about ideas before I do that, mostly to make sure it sticks with me for long enough so I don’t end up writing something I won’t want to finish. I’ll do that anywhere - in the shower, while cooking, at work, you name it. But my most dedicated time to think about my ideas and flesh them out is while I’m running. I run five or six days a week, so that’s 40-45 good minutes of time to think about literally nothing but writing - very helpful! It’s not anything structured, formal, or even planned, but it’s critical to my writing process. Cardio sucks but it makes me a better writer. 🤣

19. If you could write an ideal fic, what would it include?

I think I’d write a ship fic with an ensemble cast that was centered on an individual character and do a lot of complex digging into that one character’s psychology. Plus, fleshing out of friendship dynamics that aren’t touched on enough for my taste or even at all in canon - that’s one of the things I like most about fanfic. It would have action scenes that didn’t suck (which is how we know this is a hypothetical :p); it would be both hilarious and emotionally damaging at turns; romance would not be the focus but every time it was included it would be appropriate to the plot, non-distracting, and make people want to eat a ream of printer paper like a deranged suburbanite beaver. The central character would kick butt and take names in between moments of emotional vulnerability and/or relational development of some kind. There would probably be OCs, because it’s me. Also, quotable lines. It would build off of canon in a realistic way but kill the author when I wanted it to. Someone would end up married by the end. Maybe multiple somebodies.

I just think it’s neat. :p

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !

NAME: Shi

PRONOUNS:  she / her / they / them 

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: IMs usually! Discord is fine too especially for plotting and general chitchat since that IM box is tiny as hell. But it tends to definitely be easier to catch me on here since for some reason, my discord doesn’t always alert me to people talking and left messages kfjsdfhdsfs. Me checking discord to see someone talked to me hours ago -- me sweating wondering if they think I ignored them while I was posting on tumblr. 

NAME OF MUSE(S): Ozymandias

RP EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): Like...over 15 years? I have, quite literally, seen and experienced everything at this point. That’s why my rules probably sound so strict because I am just a tired woman who feels like I aged to 80 sometimes. I don’t play when it comes to my boundaries anymore like when I was younger and allowed things I shouldn’t have allowed for the sake of keeping the peace and being liked. I have been so much happier putting my foot down.

BEST EXPERIENCE: Meeting really great people and continuing to meet great people! Idk I’ve met so many who have inspired me to keep writing and just enjoying this little hobby of mine. Even now I just finger gun at all those individuals and really great mutuals that make my time here on tumblr A+.

RP PET PEEVES/DEALBREAKERS: Getting me excited for stuff and then ghosting me. Then coming to me, getting me excited again, ghosting me again -- rinse repeat like that’s a normal way to communicate with someone. Like I’m not here for that. I’ll softblock or hardblock you in a heartbeat and move on.

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: I like all three honestly, but angst??? Emotional stuff? GAWD DO I EAT THAT UP. Especially for Ozy because he’s just -gestures at him- Sometimes I want him to really feel things which can be difficult. But the fact it’s difficult is what makes me love it even more.

PLOTS OR MEMES: I don’t mind both since we can basic plot something like oh how they’d meet? Are they friends? Do they hate one another?? That kind of stuff can make interaction so much easier. But memes are certainly the best way to come at me and continue things from there since I don’t do starters. 

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: Long replies! But short is nice when your brain is tired and after staring at a computer for eight hours and working HR, my brain is often very tired during the weekdays. So a nice balance of both!

BEST TIME TO WRITE: Normally in the evening. My writing just feels like it flows better for some reason.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): Not even REMOTELY jkfhdskfdkfsd

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Crossover ships and OC x Canon ships save lives.

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sa vc teehee

     HE DOES NOT PERCEIVE. 

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#2

If you’re a lot younger than Ozy, chances are he will:

a.) Adopt you as his child

b.) Adopt you as his younger sibling

These are just the rules I don’t make them.

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My #1 post of 2022

[Glowing beans. D.o not r.eblog.]

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