#over both Maul and Tom

[the-chains-are-the-easy-part]

Ok so I got carried away with my idea of Tom Hiddleston as fancasting for Clone Wars Maul so I just HAD TO put Maul’s tattoos on Tom’s face, I just had to. He turned out younger than I intended, looks much more like pre TPM Maul tbh lol

(This is just a manip, I don’t dare to paint Tom’s beautiful face but someday I probably should)

@lune-de-miel-au-paradis I know you can understand.

This is the original pic I used, which is already a Star Wars manip hail to the genius who made this

[bonefall]

I wanted to ask something queer because it’s pride month but I can’t think of anything… do you have any queer bb rewrite stuff to talk about?

HERE, have a queer jumble of a bunch of the gay changes in BB;

As far back as DOTC, Thunder Storm was transmasc. His childhood best friend is also his lover; Lightning Cry.

There is a third gender in Clan Culture; Meewa. Gray Wing was Meewa and to this day, the role is associated with parenthood and wisdom.

Bumble and Turtle Heart were mates.

The Clanmew parental terms are decoupled from gender; the Mi is the primary parent, a Ba is a secondary.

For an example; Breezepelt is the Mi of his litters, Harestar and Heathertail were both Ba.

In Clanmew, Harestar had so many Ys in his warrior name (Yywayayiaoyyr) that Breezepelt got the kits to call him Yya.

Bluestar was queer. She had strange relationships with almost everything personal, but the only thing that matters is how much she LOVED her friends and how far she would go for them

The entire Forget-me-not friend group was queer in some ways.

And Bluestar’s friend Rosetail, turns out she's aromantic!

She loves romance, matchmaking, but eventually realized she doesn't like being in one. She just likes the idea a lot.

So of course Thistleclaw was PISSED when his sister claimed Queen’s Rights and adamantly refused to name a father.

She matched up her son Redtail with Runningwind, I like to think she was a very "when am i getting grandkits" kind of mom

Redtail was trans, but also gave birth to his children. That was Sandstorm and Longtail.

Redtail's transness was why Bluestar gave Dustpaw to him, she could see that Dust was working something out and hoped that Red would help

Dustpelt is genderqueer! He doesn't conform to the expectations of toms for his society; construction is largely a molly activity.

One-eye was a legendary builder in her time. It was a high honor when she came out of retirement to mentor him, when she was nearly 20 years old no less!

Cinderpelt was a lesbian, but there wasn't really anyone in the Clan she was interested in. Meh.

I do want to write a little scene where she goes to BloodClan to learn about mobility devices to help Wildfur, and has an AWOOGA moment at Cody

Leafpool and Mothwing are in love with each other, and look forward to every meeting. But they serve their Clans above all. The yearning.

I am very partial to Daisy x Squirrelflight, loooong in the future, after Squirrelflight has found fulfillment in her family and mentorships.

Conversely the untapped potential of Spiderleg x Bramblestar is unmatched. Nightmare husbands, this is the funniest thing I've ever heard of

Heartbreaking! the worst people you know have gotten gay married

Brokenstar and Runningnose were so gay I don't even have words for it, there's homosexual and then there's whatever the hell is going on over there

"My childhood best friend is a manifested curse and I would do anything for him, so I dedicated my whole life to becoming a more ruthless and brutal asset to serve his wants and desires, rejecting the stars and walking into the netherworld with glee, and only finding that it is hell because he isn't there. When you look between us, it's impossible to tell which of us was the monster, and which was the man, and yet I have never made a choice that I wouldn't make again."

Blackstar was aromantic! Russetfur was his lifelong best friend and partner, her death devastated him

He had flings and friends with benefits, though. Specifically, he's homosexual/aromantic.

Russetfur was gay too, I'm not sure if she ever had a wife though

I haven't drawn her yet but I see her as butch. Also she had large eyebrows.

Rowanclaw, honor sired for Newtspeck, was transtom

His apprentice, Talonclaw, survived the mauling because Smokefall did not die in the mountain this time around! They had a summer wedding

Irony struck when Rowan's kid Tigerheart also ended up being trans, but transmolly

Funny coincidence that everyone around Rowan ends up being queer

Tigerheart, who later becomes Heartstar, was in love with Dovewing from the moment they were apprentices on the Beaver Quest, before she even hatched

Dovewing dated Bumblestripe, even choosing him and ThunderClan over the instability of running off with Tigerheart

But when she got pregnant she SKEDADDLED

Lightleap and Shadowsight are biologically Bumble's, but Heartstar adopted them immediately

Heartstar is incredibly smug about this. "My wife. My kids. Cry about it"

Ivypool went through something similar, in a pretty bad relationship with Blossomfall and eventually getting with Fernsong

Only Fernsong is NOT smug, he's an ex-kittypet who joined during ThunderClan's Tempest and BOY HOWDY did he not want to make waves

But now he's dating the deputy's grandchild (thru Lionblaze), has an angry Blossomfall on his ass, and.... it's worth it lmao, have you seen his wife? Marvelous

He is the Mi of the children, this is the life for him

Thriftear and Plumstone are gay

Over in RiverClan, Hawkfrost and Reedwhisker were an item and were going to get serious... but then, well. Hawkfrost went through TNP and ended up dead.

In SkyClan, Violetshine, Dragonfly, and Tree are a polycule

I'm not quite sure what's going on with Echosong, Leafstar, and Billystorm. But Leaf and Billy are together, and I think Leaf has a thing with Echo. But Echo and Billy are not together, and Echo isn't involved with the kittens.

This isn't a queer thing but Sharptooth's wife Cherrytail was spayed. I think Hawkwing and co were surrogated by Echosong, but I'm not sure yet

But I do know that Cherry did not birth those kittens

Over in WindClan, I combined Jake and Sparrow into one character. Tallstar’s Collapse is reworked into Talltail traveling around with him and his group, until ultimately, he realizes it's not that easy to leave his Clan behind

I want to approach it as a tragedy, that he couldn't stay somewhere he was truly loved and happy

He was raising kids with Jake, two orphans they found. One of them followed him, even though he tried to tell him to stay with Jake and his sibling

That kid becomes Flytail, and then Flylight as an honor title

Sunstrike and Furzepelt are gay, and Furze is going to be an AVOS save thanks to Brushblaze, Breezepelt, Harestar, Heathertail, Crowfeather, and two more cats I haven't picked yet

Speaking of Brushblaze, Leo is an ex-BloodClan trader who joined WindClan to be with Onewhisker

It fell apart and he's been bitter about it ever since

Onestar is a disaaaaaaaster

He had a fling with Firestar before Fire realized he was aromantic, and it never would have worked anyway since Firestar was leading a clan

He always had an excuse for why he wasn't doing PDA with Brush, but while he was going through apprenticeship (despite being a qualified adult cat, very frustrating) Onewhisker was seeing Smoke

I kinda just want to remove Onewhisker having Whitetail as a mate entirely, I already fixed the apprenticeship thing but I kinda just like him having someone honor dam for him and he raised Heathertail alone

And lastly, Firestar

Firestar is totally aromantic.

He honor sired Sandstorm's kittens and raised them with her, because she is a deeply reliable friend and ally. They're in a QPR!

There's definitely a couple I missed (toadnettlepool, Sedgecreek x Greenflower) but that's enough for now

[zeroducks-2]

I’m on tiktok and everyone is blowing up over the leaks for Tom Taylor’s last issue of Nightwing bc everyone is 90% sure that Bruce is playing Nightwing while Dick’s off in the wild trying to find himself again and his love of heights (don’t talk to me about this I FUCKING HATE these plot lines and Taylor’s whole run of Nightwing).

And everyone in the comments are roasting the hell out of Bruce bc he’s a) not an acrobat and can’t do what Dick does as Nightwing in that department. b) this defeats Nightwing’s purpose and reason to begin with as Nightwing as a hero and concept is supposed to be better than Batman and Bruce, so Bruce taking over as Nightwing for Dick makes NO SENSE. And c) everyone’s saying that Bruce is gonna pop a hip out and he’s too old to be flipping around Blud 😭

It’s funny. But also someone mentioned how Tom Taylor should have written a Batman comic and not a Nightwing comic bc he keeps on stripping Dick back as a character and using old Batman plot lines for Dick…and Dick is missing so much nuance and soul. I honestly believe that Taylor’s Nightwing run is a blood sacrifice for Tom’s obsession and love of Batman.

Tom Taylor is not a good writer. He maybe wrote a good passage here and there, but when it comes to character arcs and unfolding storylines he is unable to do anything decent whatsoever.

Like sure maybe the plotlines will be coherent (even if the bar is low compared to people like Zdarsky) but it will be absolutely fucking stupid and very, very boring. Bruce being Nightwing undermines both Bruce and Dick and the meaning behind the Nightwing mantle, it's true, but I don't think Mr Taylor cares. To name one, he openly said that the whole thing with the spores changing people into furries was cooked up and done to appeal to the fandom, not because it made any sense or it was thought to go anywhere in regards of overarching plot or character development. Just because so people would go UwU catboy Damian!

I don't know if the Nightwing run is a blood sacrifice for his obsession for Batman but I really don't care much if I'm being honest. This man can't write a decent story to save his life. I do not believe he would do even marginally better with any other character (but sure as hell I'd love if he stopped mauling Dick and dissacrating his corpse).

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Training and Simple Plant (short story)

Myrtlewing woke to the feeling of being poked with a claw on his nose. He flinched back. “Ow!”

Aldereyes stood over him, because of course it was him. “Get up. You're coming with me to train.”

Myrtlewing shifted to a sitting position and yawned. “You do realize that I’m a medicine cat, right?”

“Of course I remember. It’s the only position you could have where no one would judge you for fleeing in a battle. No one’s sick,” Aldereyes added. “The Clan should learn how to fight against bigger enemies.” He said that looking briefly to the ground. 

Fleetsong had died three days ago. Myrtlewing had initially planned to sneak back through the dirtplace, but because Fleetsong ended up being mauled by a dog, he didn’t have to pretend. He told them the truth, or part of it–that Fleetsong offered to help him gather herbs while he was still awake, and they were attacked by a dog. Myrtlewing managed to climb up a tree in time, but Fleetsong wasn’t so lucky.

He forced himself to frown in spite of the very different emotion he felt. Fleetsong hadn’t died right away. The dog was chased off by a dawn patrol–another blessing for Myrtlewing, because it meant that he might have been caught if not for the beast. Fleetsong was then brought back to camp, where Myrtlewing would heal him. Poor tom was so terrified, knowing the truth but unable to tell it. Myrtlewing gave him some special herbs, and that was it. He had hung his head after that, telling Stormstar that their Clanmate was already too far gone.

“I’m a medicine cat,” Myrtlewing repeated, “I don’t need to fight.”

“I can tell that by looking at you. But you almost died.” Was that a shimmer  in his eyes? “And as useless as you are at everything you do, you’re the Clan’s only medicine cat and we cannot afford for something to happen to you.”

Right. Myrtlewing smirked. That’s why.

He followed Aldereyes out of the den and to one of the training clearings, making sure to tell Mossflake where he would be and to fetch him if anyone needed him. 

The training had already begun by the time they arrived. Molespots and Pricklepelt were circling each other, while Hootpetal and Cedarsky wrestled on the ground. Upon seeing Aldereyes, they straightened and watched him, waiting for instruction. Myrtlewing couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of pride at the respect their Clanmates held in his friend. Aldereyes wasn’t even deputy, and he was younger than Molespots and Pricklepelt by many moons, yet they still looked to him for guidance. 

He kept mostly on the sidelines, but listened intently as Aldereyes gave instructions, explaining to his Clanmates how to fight a bigger predator in contrast to another warrior, and when he asked Molespots and Pricklepelt to share any knowledge they had on the topic. After all, he may need to use this information one day, whether as prey or predator. 

“The best element of all,” Aldereyes was saying, “is surprise.” With that, he whipped around and tackled Myrtlewing, who was behind him, without warning, grabbing him by the shoulder and flinging him to the ground. Myrtlewing only blinked in startlement as Aldereyes pretended to bite his throat. 

He felt it was all so funny. Only three days prior, he had done the same thing to Fleetsong, only much harsher, shoving the tom onto the forest floor and slitting his throat with his claws. Aldereyes would make an amazing killer. 

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After the training was over, the group parted. Aldereyes took Pricklepelt and Hootpetal to hunt, only after hinting to Myrtlewing that maybe he wouldn’t have been so easy to tackle if he had some muscle–which Myrtlewing most definitely did. 

Myrtlewing told them that since he was out, he would gather some herbs, and passed up the offer of traveling with a warrior. The dog had been chased back to its Twoleg, and both were long gone by now. Plus, there was the most obvious reason: he was hoping to meet with Nightfly, and didn’t want anybody to see him.

Arriving at the border, he was pleasantly surprised to see the dark grey tom already pacing back and forth along the scent line. 

“Hello,” he called.

Nightfly leaped into the air, landing semi-gracefully. When he saw Myrtlewing, he practically ran over. “Hi!” he called back, hardly able to contain his smile. “I wasn’t sure if, you know, I was supposed to come here. Was I? You’re not just here for an unrelated reason? I’m sorry if you are–”

Myrtlewing gave him a reassuring smile back. “I’m here for you.” 

“Oh!” Nightfly somehow seemed to both stiffen and melt. He looked around, as if distracting himself from the mixing feelings, and his eyes landed on the crumpled patch of flowers. “Good thing you gathered them when you did,” he said jokingly.

“Yeah,” Myrtlewing mumbled. Should he still use the flowers to cheer Aldereyes up, as he had planned? It had been a while since Stormstar–or Maplefall–had gotten on the golden tom’s nerves. There was still the flower that Nightfly had picked for him, laying on the ground apart from the others. It was in much better condition than its counterparts, since it had no longer been part of the bush when Myrtlewing clawed it apart in frustration. 

“Speaking of….” Nightfly’s voice began to trail away, and he forced it back up. “I…I spotted another flower on the border here. It wasn’t part of the ground or anything, and there was nothing like it around, so I was wondering if maybe that meant that it was left. Or maybe the wind just blew it,” he added quickly. 

“I was hoping you would find it,” Myrtlewing told him. He had taken Molespots’s advice. When the older tom had suggested flowers after Myrtlewing said that he wanted to show someone he cares, it gave him an idea. Of course, he didn’t mean it romantically, but he could certainly trick Nightfly into thinking that’s what simple plants means. The fool was already quivering any time Myrtlewing looked at him. 

He went with hyacinth, hoping its bright colours would make it stand out against the yellow-green moor. “We can’t talk long,” he went on, “patrols will be coming by.”

“Right!” Nightfly’s tail fell. 

“This was great, though,” Myrtlewing went on. “I like seeing you.” He wanted to vomit at his own words, but Nightfly brightened once again. “We should do it again. Perhaps at the next Gathering?” 

“Sure!” Nightfly’s eyes practically flooded with affection. Then his attention flicked to something behind Myrtlewing. “Itwasgreatseeingyoutoobye!” and he was off, leaping back over the hill. Myrtlewing glanced behind him and saw a Shadowclan patrol approach. 

“Who was that?” they asked.

“Just a Windclan warrior,” Myrtlewing answered. 

“Okay, well we’re heading back to camp after this,” Briartalon, who was leading, spoke. “Do you want to come back with us?”

“Sure,” Myrtlewing responded. His eyes drifted to the dark petals at the bottom of the hill. Padding over, he picked the flower up in his jaws, and followed his Clanmates back to the camp.

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--Myrtle likely got the flower from a Twoleg garden

--Finally getting to the ‘Alder thinking Myrtle likes him’ part!

--His Clanmates likely won’t use the ‘how to fight a big predator’ moves on him if he tried to kill them, but best to listen just in case they tried to.

--Hyacinth means play/game, symbolizing that that’s all his and Nightfly’s relationship is to him.

[warriors-rewritten-chaos]

Random Warriors AU: Good! ScourgeTigerBroken

This is an AU I’ve been brainrotting over for a while now and I wanted to write it down.

So the events go as follows:

In ShadowClan, as in canon, Brokenkit is raised by Lizardstripe alongside her own kits. He is picked on constantly and has no friends besides the clan’s Medicine Cat, Yellowfang. He wants more than anything to become a Medicine Cat Apprentice when he comes of age. That way, he can spend all day with the only cat besides his father who likes him and maybe his clanmates will like him then too. Except Raggedstar disagrees. He wants his son to be a Warrior and believes that Yellowfang is trying to steal their son back from him. He threatens to banish her if she makes Brokenpaw her Apprentice, and she reluctantly chooses Cloudypaw (Runningpaw) instead. Brokenpaw and his father get into a fight over it and Raggedstar slashes his son across the face in a fit of anger, partially blinding him.

The injured Brokenpaw runs away from ShadowClan and finds himself in ThunderClan territory, where he begs Sunstar to let him stay. Brokenpaw is quickly drawn to the Medicine Den and impresses Featherwhisker with his knowledge of herbs and he is allowed to become his apprentice. He also befriends Tigerkit, with them both bonding over their not-great dads. Sunstar makes Tigerpaw’s mentor Thrushpelt instead of Thistleclaw, having his suspicions that something is wrong with Thistleclaw. One day, a small kittypet is found wandering the border. Thistleclaw viciously mauls the poor kit, almost killing him if Tigerpaw hadn’t stepped in.

Tigerpaw gets his nose scar (and several others) as a result of trying to fight a grown cat. Bluefrost shows up along with Sunstar, who is pissed. Thistleclaw is banished on the spot and Tigerpaw and the kit are rushed to the Medicine Den. Thankfully the kit, who is named Tiny, survives the ordeal. He decides to stay in ThunderClan because he still thinks that he’s going to be drowned by his Twolegs (thanks Ruby and Socks). He is renamed to Icekit and is fostered by the ThunderClan monarchs. Since Thistleclaw is gone, Spottedpaw debates whether or not she still wants to be a Warrior now that her “love” (*cough* abuser) is gone. She decides to become a Medicine Cat and joins Brokenpaw and Featherwhisker in the Medicine Den.

Snowflower still gets hit by the car but survives and eventually becomes mates with Thrushpelt. They have one litter together, both toms: Starlingclaw and Stormeyes. Whitestorm is the best big brother to his little sibs.

Since Thistleclaw is gone and there's no competition for Deputy or threat to her kits, Bluefrost keeps their three kits in ThunderClan and all three grow up to be great Warriors. Flurrykit (Mosskit) becomes Flurryfeather, Moonkit (Stonekit) becomes Moonfur, and Sunnykit (Mistykit) becomes Sunnybranch. They suspect that their father is from another Clan but don’t know who exactly he is.

Also down the line, Brokenpaw and Spottedpaw get their Medicine Cat names: Brokenheart and Spottedleaf. Tigerpaw becomes Tigerfoot (after his mama Leopardfoot). Icekit becomes Icepaw and is mentored by Bluefrost. He soon passes his Warrior Exam and becomes Icefang. Tigerfoot and Goldenflower fall in love and have their first kit together- a tomkit named Leopardkit (Longtail). Icefang becomes part of the relationship later, with the three being a triad. Goldenflower’s next litter is Icefang’s: Swiftkit and Quincekit (Lynxkit). The third litter is still Tiger’s and their names are the same as canon.

When Firepaw joins the Clan, he and Icefang talk because they’re both former kittypets and it’s like “Hey how���re my old housefolk? What’s changed over there?” And Firepaw casually mentions his dad and Icefang is like “wait your dad is who” and that’s how they find out they’re related.

As for plot, I don’t really know the finer details. Thistleclaw pulls a canon!Tigerstar and just steals ShadowClan after Raggedstar finally dies. Ruby and Socks (now Ruckus and Shatter) become BloodClan’s leaders after being abandoned by their housefolk and partner with Thistlestar to try to take over the forest. Yellowfang is still exiled because Raggedstar is a bitter asshole and joins ThunderClan after meeting Firepaw. She and Brokenheart are overjoyed to see each other again. She eventually tells him that she’s his bio mom and there’s a Thing there for a little bit. Bluestar’s kits also probably learn who their father is after one kills him in a battle because the angst potential on that is amazing.

[plusanimablog]

Chapter 18: Maggie Coliseum Part 4

Nana's reaction to last chapter's revelations?

Though, to Magdra's credit, Nana ponders if it wasn't for her +Anima status as well as her relationship with the others, would she had been able to leave so easily?

Anyway, Magdra goes to her mother Maggie for bedtime. Maggie asks if she made Cooro and Husky her new bodyguards which Magdra responds to in the affirmative. Out of seemingly nowhere, Maggie warns Magdra that everything must be done in moderation and Magdra must realize her own strength or she'll never be a great Maggie. Magdra tells her not to worry and kisses her good night. Maggie wonders if she was that confident when she was Magdra's age...

The dickhead researchers finally notice Pinion is missing when they convene together to discuss Senri snatching him. Having watched the exits, they know they're not out yet. They wonder if Maggie had Senri snatch Pinion when they realized what he can do before giving the order to get him, no matter what. Meanwhile, Pinion is resting with Senri somewhere in the coliseum, Senri's rumbling tummy making them search for food. They're quickly caught by the cook and, despite Senri to pay, the cook sends the guards after them, saying they're robbers.

Senri casually fends off the guards as he flees with Pinion. We then cut to Nana who's looking for where Magdra put Cooro and Husky. However, she spots Rose sneaking into a room. When she talks to her, Rose reveals that researchers kidnapped Pinion because of his special ability: he has an eidetic (photographic) memory and the researchers are trying to harness it for military purposes, like sneaking him into castles to have him remember the layout for future invasions. While the researchers says that they're doing it for his benefit, Rose knows that if Pinion is caught, he'll be killed.

Nana gives Rose the low down on the other group members' situations, saying Senri is MIA while Cooro and Husky have been captured. We then see Magdra visiting a tired Cooro and Husky in their cell, asking if they feel like being her bodyguards now. She's been having boys dump water on their heads all night to keep them awake, drowsy and more suggestible. Turning to a still unconscious Shinon, Magdra asks for him to be taken out and treated, remembering what Maggie told her about force not being everything. Cooro offers to carry him, saying he's sick of being a prisoner and he'll work for food. He turns to Husky and convinces him to surrender too. Husky, figuring Cooro is trying to escape, agrees. They both carry Shinon out only for him to make a break for it. Magdra orders them to chase him and they do, right into the ears of Nana who hears them.

Cooro passes out mid-run as Shinon keeps running, darting into the open coliseum. That's when Magdra sics her beloved Tom and Elga, two giant battle cats who have a taste for CHILD FLESH. They swipe at him and Cooro points out to Magdra that they are going to kill him but Magdra insists they are just playing, saying they obey her orders. Magdra says she'll call them off if Shinon just returns to her playhouse but Shinon stays silent, allowing himself to get mauled. Shinon, while accepting his fate, sees birds fly in the sky. Reaching his hands out towards them, he grows wings and flies away, becoming a +Anima.

Chapter over.

ANIMA RATING:

Bird Anima: Lets you fly and escape death for not wanting to be a living doll. Some days, that's all you need. 7/10

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

Task Force 141 Mostly Random and Domestic Head Cannons

Here are few questionable head cannons of the boys that nobody asked for that I came up with on a whim cuz I can't sleep.

💰 Captain Price 💰

Price can play saxophone and trumpet. More towards the saxophone. He has a collection of Kenny G album vinnyl disks that he'd play in his house.

He has a calico cat named Greg.

Collects watches as a hobby, from the antiques to the modern ones.

Supports Liverpool and sometimes would catch their matches on TV. Not a crazy fan like Ghost and Gaz though.

King of Poker. Nobody in the task force can beat him.

🇬🇧 Kyle "Gaz" Garrick 🇬🇧

That one British dude who likes coffee more than tea.

Fan of Arsenal. Actual Gooner who has posters and mugs with Arsenal logo printed on them.

Earlier of his teenage days, Gaz randomly wanted to learn beatbox. He got good at it and would often show it off to his friends. Over time, he lost interest in it and forgot about it. If you ask him to do some beatboxing he can still do it, but you gotta wait for it for the muscle memory to come back.

Arguably the most fashionable man in 141. When off-duty he'd show up with drip. His effortless swag goes along with any clothes.

🧼 Soap 🧼

Learned music theory and actually was a member of his high school vocal group and church choir, Soap has a beautiful barritone voice that can belt out "Why Do The Nations So Furiously Rage" by Handel and "My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose."

INVESTED in Eurovision. Would watch every country's song and critiques each one. Could go MAD about it.

Definitely the dude who sings in showers.

Fan of Take That. He dreamed of singing Million Love Songs to his one true love.

Idk why but I feel like Soap is that guy who can solve rubik's cube.

💀 Ghost 💀

Actual fan of Machester City. Would fight other clubs' fans if they're losing on TV and would 100% stomp on them.

Proficient bass guitar player. Can definitely slap.

Ghost can sew. In fact, he costumizes all his skeleton attributes himself. From numbers of masks to gloves, he made it all himself.

Watches Anime. He watches the classic shounen animes like Naruto, One Piece, and Dragon Ball. He likes the actions and the thrill of it.

CLEAN FREAK. Contrary to his rugged look and personality he always keep his belongings clean and neat.

🦵 Alex Echo 3-1 🦿

Another one of idk why but I feel like Alex's real name is Alexander Hamilton. His parents were either a historian or a musical enthusiast, no in between.

Watches NFL. Idolizes Tom Brady as the god-quarterback. In fact he ALMOST got drafted into NFL but got into the millitary instead.

Plays Tekken on a daily basis and unexpectedly mains Yoshimitsu for his eccentric design and moves.

Alex got a full-sleeve tattoo on both arms to cover the cigarette stick burns he got during his millitary days.

Skilled in playing the guitar. His fingerstyles are GODLY.

Alex sometimes sketch a few doodles on his journal.

🦗 Roach 🦗

Owns a grey Great Dane named Ms. Bella Donna, who's apparently oblivious of her size and a total lap dog. She'd leap at Roach when he gets home after deployment.

A fan of the Star Wars franchise. Major fan of Darth Vader and would quote him every chance he got. Collects figurines of Vader and Maul and even plays Star Wars : Battlefront.

True to his name, Roach isn't afraid of cockroaches, or any animal, really. Gary is the Task Force 141's #1 animal control man.

Roach can play the drum. He had a drum kit given to him by his parents as a kid and started doing them as a hobby.

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There it goes! This is the result of my domestic-HC-cravings which I decided to indulge myself. Feel free to add more LOL ◉‿◉

[jojolymes]

𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎; arc I

I. 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧-𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬  

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FROM WHAT you could remember, you had started to fear a lot of things when your mom died. Before then, you had never gotten a clear perception of death was and even then, your eight-year-old, pea-sized brain had taken a good month to fully understand what it meant. At the end of that month was when you saw the incredibly nice casket being lowered into the ground and suddenly, your older brothers had been in front of you and your two younger brothers to tell you three that you wouldn't see your mom anymore.

While both little ones had started sobbing, you had nodded, walked over to your father who had been carrying your infant twin brothers and stood there in silence, knowing the last person he'd want to see was you. After all, you had always been told you took after Momma.

Around five years later, your father had announced that his business was going under and that your family was now in debt. While your little brothers had been confused, you had sat there in silence like you had the day of the funeral. The whole service had always seemed out of your family's price range to begin with. Now, with this sudden revelation, you finally understood the reason for the grueling hours your father had subjected himself to.

Immediately though, your oldest brother had declared that he would win some horse race that had been in the works. The prize money wasn't much compared to what it would be five years later but it was just enough to bring your family back up and running. Everyone was ecstatic. You could still remember the way you all had decided to celebrate, even though there was nothing to really celebrate for just yet. It was just around this time that the fears had started to pile up.

Tom was the first to attempt to win— and the first to get seriously injured. You hadn't witnessed it firsthand but you were certainly there as he was pulled away on a stretcher, face indistinguishable. Later on, you had come to find out he was mauled by a bear. As most were, you had already somewhat feared them, but seeing your brother's destroyed figure had been enough to spike that fear.

As a result, the family debt had almost doubled. The prize money that Tom had promised for you all wouldn't be enough to save your family from its debts and had it not been doubled for the next race, maybe Micheal wouldn't have gone and attempted to do the same as Tom.

In comparison to Tom, Micheal had always been a very outdoorsy person and therefore knew far more about the wilderness and how to survive in it. This, however, didn't help at all when he got trampled by horses in the first part of the race; it also didn't help that you had watched it all take place. You had seen it all— how he was flung off his horse and into the unforgiving hooves of the other horses behind him.

You could remember his body twisted and bent in ways that the human body should never be able to do, all the while hearing his faint screams. Your father had been the one to place a hand over your eyes and had he not, you knew you would have ended up far more traumatized than you had been so far. After that, being trampled had gone on the list of fears.

Paul, the third oldest brother, was a religious fanatic. Although he was nice sometimes, he had a cocky side to him that usually led to him having a bunch of enemies. Despite warnings from your father, Paul insisted that he follow the path God had set out for him and join the race. Paul had also made the incredibly kind statement that he'd be keeping all the money for himself.

When you watched someone throw a wasp's nest at his face while he was riding, you were both happy and terrified. Happy that your stuck-up brother had finally gotten what he deserved but terrified at the mere thought of going through what he was going through. In the end, Paul had decided that he had been punished by God and spent every night praying in hopes he'd be forgiven.

Al decided to go through with the race next, knowing well he could die but figured if he just stuck to a set of rules he had given himself, he'd be fine. He had, of course, not been fine when they dug him out of the snow, half-dead and with an extreme case of hypothermia. His guttural screams still stuck with you to this day while the doctors were amputating parts of his body.

When they were done with him, he was missing an entire leg, half an arm, a few fingers, some toes, and his right ear. The way parts of his skin had remained blue and sickly for days after people found him was frightening in itself. And amputation after amputation, the already increasing debt your family had racked up grew worse. You found herself fearing such a thing happening to you as well.

But your fears had become crippling when Robert had left for the races.

Unlike your other brothers, Robert was the one you were closest to. Robert had been a shoulder for you to cry on when your mother died and there to soothe you when you'd see your brothers get injured to the point where you were paralyzed with fear at the mere thought. When Robert had decided that he'd be the one to win the race and save your family from debt, a part of you wanted to throw a tantrum and beg him to stay, despite being seventeen at the time.

Yet, another part knew that compared to your other brothers, Robert was the most well-rounded and had the highest chance of winning. So despite being against it, you found yourself supporting him from the sidelines. But what a fool you were.

Robert's death was one you would replay in your mind so often you thought you might go insane. With his death came the foolish declarations of your younger brothers that they'd get their revenge for him. That they'd honor his name once they were old enough.

But you wouldn't allow it.

You wouldn't see your younger brothers die at the hand of the terrifying race that had taken almost all of your family away from you, brother by brother. The one whose prize money rose as your family fell into an almost unplayable debt. The one that had taken Robert away from you, leaving only a tattered old hat with his name embroidered on the inside rim. You, like all your other brothers, decided you'd do the same and join the race.

In sum, it was a terrible idea.

The second you woke up in your tent, you were screaming. No, it wasn't because you remembered that you were going to actually take part in the race (although you were definitely anxious about it), but because you realized you had pulled the most idiotic move and fallen asleep in your tent. Yes, you had fallen asleep.

The night before you had sworn to yourself that you'd stay awake and make sure you wouldn't get secretly ambushed but clearly you had done anything but that. And screaming didn't help either. When you had gotten out of the tent with rustled and frantically put on loose clothing, the first thing the men outside had done was chuckle to each other.

"Hey, Speedwagon! When'd you manage to go sparrow catching, eh?" Your face burned as they walked up to you, one of them putting an arm over your shoulder and suffocating your senses with must and liquor. "Sounds like you gave her a hog-killin' time this morning~" You had gone silent; they thought you were doing something with another girl? Your face burned again and you sneakily slipped out from under the man's arm with a fake grin.

"Y-Yeah, I caught me a fine-looking lady and I guess she couldn't be too quiet, haha..." you trailed off awkwardly while pulling the rim of your hat down to cover even more of your face than already had been. It went quiet for a moment but before you could freak out, you were slapped on the back roughly, the men cackling around her. You, although grossed out and terrified, joined in on the laughter.

"Hey, where'd she go though?" You froze, beginning to tremble under the ill-fitting dress-shirt Robert had once owned. The men who had once been laughing and congratulating you for bagging an imaginary chick were now serious, looking at you in a way that made you want to die right then and there. "Maybe she's still in the tent!" Your heart dropped; you had found that your brothers had packed some of your skirts and you had left them next to your bag before falling asleep.

"H-Hold on! Um, she left a few minutes ago!" The men had brushed the thought off, saying that they would have known if a woman had run out of the tent. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as they walked in anyways. "Wait a minute...ain't these girl clothes?" Your thoughts raced as you stood at the entrance of the tent, racking your mind for some kind of excuse. Then it hit you.

"Er..." you coughed into your hand for some dramatic flair, "...she took some of my clothes. I didn't know what to do with 'em so I left 'em there. Figured I might see her at the finish line so I left 'em by my bag to give 'em to her. Can't have a lady run around in men's clothing after all." The men looked between each other as you coughed into your hand again.

"It'd be a shame to hide those curves." They slowly began to nod and grin, mumbling to one another about the way they'd get to sleep with hundreds of women once they got the prize money. All you could do was stare in disgust as they talked, hoping that something would come to save you from your misery.

"Attention all participants, it is currently nine-thirty. Each of your numbers is your starting grid number. For fairness, please be at your corresponding grid by two minutes to ten."

"Oh would you look at the time! I should probably get my stuff together now! See you folks on the starting line!" you said with fake cheerfulness as you ushered them out of your tent, collapsing onto the dirt when they were finally out. A familiar whinny came from outside the tent, leaving you to sigh.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I'll be more careful, Thunder," you mumbled as you crawled over to your belongings, sorting out the things you would need for the trip across the country. While picking some items to leave behind, you readjusted your ill-fitting clothes, making sure that nothing too obvious would make you look anything but a man. By the time you were done sorting and packing, it was ten minutes to ten o'clock.

"Guess it's time to go, huh?" you muttered as you approached Thunderstruck, your somewhat temperamental yet experienced palomino horse. You looked over your companion, making sure all the harnesses were in the right place and that the harness was sitting correctly. After helping Robert set Thunderstruck up for about a year, you had gotten to know the way things had to be set up on a horse as well as how to take care of them. It was a nice step in the right direction considering you still had a fear of being trampled but it wouldn't really help you now; especially since you still didn't know how to ride a horse.

Thunderstruck whinnied again, giving you some form of judgment through her deep black eyes. Your face flushed and after looking back and forth, you brought over an empty crate so you could pull yourself onto the saddle. It had taken a few moments of struggling but you had finally made it onto Thunderstruck who immediately made her way to the starting line. It wasn't until you both reached the grids that you had actually steered Thunder.

"B-359...B-359...B-359!" An anxiety-riddled smile pushed its way onto your face as you came to a stop inside the grid, listening to the chatter around you. Thunderstruck scuffed at the dirt with her hooves, clearly annoyed that you both had to stay still for two minutes. With every movement Thunder made, you gripped the reins tight enough to make your knuckles white, all the while your brain wracked itself for the worst possible scenarios.

Maybe you'd end up dead, trampled beneath the hooves of the other racers' horses. Or even worse, someone would find you were a girl and push you off Thunderstruck. The men from earlier were probably already suspicious of you and the shitty excuses you had given.

"Fuck, why'd I think I could ever do this, Thunder?" Her horse huffed below her, ignoring your grumbles as you eyed the other competitors. Thunder hooved at the dirt some more as you sat under the burning heat. You could hear the murmurs of the people around you, staring directly at your smaller form.

Even in the baggy clothes you wore, people seemed to be catching on. Cursing your luck, you tilted the loose hat you wore to block your eyes and the relentless rays of the sun. "Think that's a lady?" You bit your lip harshly, gripping the reins in your gloved hands even tighter than before. "Well, if that's actually a gal, I wouldn't mind—"

"YOU BETTER WIPE YOUR CHIN BOY OR ELSE... WE'LL HAVE A PROBLEM...Y-YOU AND ME!"

[wint3r-h3art]

Hello, my darlings. Thank you all for this amazing milestone! I’ve never thought that I would even get 100 followers back in August, but y’all surprised me! I’m so, so grateful for everyone that support me and encouraged to write. Furthermore, I can’t say thank you enough for the friendship you have given me.

As a thank you, I am setting up this writing challenge as way to show case your incredible talents, share the love, and spread the positivities to our community. 

This is a 18+ writing challenge only.

General Guidelines: 

I have made a list of AUs & Tropes, and genre  that you can pick from. For the challenge, you will sign up for the AU(s) and/or trope(s) along with the character(s) and genre(s) you wish to write via my inbox, i.e.: Fairytale Au + smut + Loki.  

Each AUs and tropes are two people max. If the tropes and AUs are not available, I will reach out to you personally to discuss other options. You have until April 30th to join the challenge. I accept most of genre: fluff, angst, smut, crack. 

For dark piece, I WILL NOT accept non-con, underage smut,  incest, step-cest, implied grooming. If you are planning to write dark pieces, please check with me first. If we both agreed on the topic, please make sure to tag your work accordingly when you submitted it. 

Please use Readmore option for your works if they are over 500 words.

You have until June 12th to submit your works! Whether it’s a one-shot, or multi-part, please tag me [ @wint3r-h3art​]

You can also submit your work here as well in case I missed your tag.

I will be following #wint3r-h3art #wint3r h3art #lindas1.2kchallenge and/or #lindas1.2kcelebration

MASTERLIST OF THE SUBMITTED WORKS

Below the cut will be the list of the aus/tropes, characters you can sign up for. Please be as creative as you want, and overall, just have fun with it 

Love Triangle

Baker/Barista Au @/crazycookiecrumbles

Enemies to Lovers

Friends to Lovers @/chicken-fifi

CEO @/tonystarksfavoritedaughter

Roommates

Bed Sharing. @/blackbat05

Fake Relationship/Fake Marriage @/freshabogados

Fairytale

Star-crossed Lover/Forbidden Love @/buckybleu

Two Idiots in love @/capsheadquaters & @/chicken-fifi

Mafia/Mobster au @/tonystarksfavoritedaughter

Bodyguard au @/dilemmaontwolegs

Jealous/Possessive @/fluffyprettykitty

College au @/writerwhat

Arranged Marriage au

Soul Mate

Second Chance/A case of an Ex

Forced Proximity @/graysonshaven

Royalty Au @/tinydramatist

Mythology @/tom-whore-dleston

Spy vs spy

Undercovered @/blackbat05

Rockstar/movie star au

Single parent @/burnthoneymint

** no longer available

Marvel Characters: Xu Shang-Chi, Peter Parker (specified which one), Frank Castle, Matt Murdock, Steven Grant | Marc Specter, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Loki, Thor, Sam Wilson, Erick Kilmonger, Pietro Maximoff (AoU), Stephen Strange, Scott Lang, Bruce Banner.

DC/DCEU: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Terry McGinnis, Barry Allen, Arthur Curry

Star Wars: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin, Ben Solo/Kylo Ren, Poe Dameron, Finn, Darth Maul, Darth Revan (Old Republic).

RPF: Simu Liu, Gong Yoo, Danile Dae Kim, Oscar Isaac, Pedro Pascal, Andrew Garfield, Tom Hiddleston, Chris Evan, Jon Bernthal, Charlie Cox, Anthony Mackie, Jason Mamoa, Michael B. Jordan, Johnathan Major.

[eddsworldrus]

Okay, who's "more sane" (if that is even still an option for them lol), Edd, Tom, Matt, or Tord?

Uhhh depends which au (got info on my pinned page for em!!)

If you're going for just the homies/my hc's for the main group They're all just chaotic stupid.So probs the ‘most is probs tord but he’s still chaotic stupid’

Edd has weird left over powers after the power edd situation which he has shaky control over. Get's startled and slams into the ceiling. He's constantly sleepy bitch and can be a little snide.

Matt impulsive and does not think anything through. He also gets intensely hangry/snappy sometimes with the others. Then stuck to vampirism rules and it drives him nuts

Tord's the 'closest' to normal just a weeb, and an engineer. He builds little shit with the others. He has terrible taste and does goofy shit.

Tom's p much a werewolf thing (for his monster thing) Him and jon went out on a drunk camping trip and got mauled and now full moon shifting for the both (for funny hijinx)

Then an old sketch of the gang

[wonderwomanfantasy]

like they do in the movies

oh hell yeah baby I love him

Mad dog x reader

warnings: smut, rough sex, pwp, tom nook.

word count: 1,100 (about)

summary: baby what do you want from me, you want me to rail you like that? fine, I'll fuck you like that stupid porno you watched.

You whimpered as Kyotani shoved you against the wall. “That hurt,” you complained rubbing the back of his head. He glared at you his eyes dark, his hand shot up and clamped around your throat choking you. He growled something that sounded a lot like I don’t care.

Kissing mad dog was a lot like getting mauled. He was rough, shoving his tongue in your mouth and biting your lips, and roughly rocking his hips against yours. Your head was spinning, you couldn’t breathe. Kyotani let go of your throat so he could claw at your shirt with both hands tearing the material off of you.

“Hey-” you tried to protest but your boyfriend snarled at you shutting you right up, you didn’t even complain when he ripped your bra right off of you.

“Going to fuck you,” he snarled, “fuck you real good.” his fingers dug into your hips shoving you harder into the wall making you hiss in pain. Kyotani palmed your breasts biting your neck and your collarbones leaving marks, that you knew from experience wouldn’t fade for days. His hands weren’t any gentler he pinched and yanked on your nipples making you moan.

“Hurts Kyotani,” you groaned. But the way you were rolling your hips against his thigh seemed to suggest that it didn’t hurt too much.

“Such a fucking slut, my dirty girl grinding down on me like a whore.” he snarled “say it-”

“I’m your slut,” you sighed, his mouth felt so good gnawing at your skin and groping you. He hummed happily against your chest before sucking one of your nipples into his mouth rolling the bud between his teeth.

“That’s right, my dirty girl,” he growled before clawing at your skirt yanking it down your legs. Shyly you covered your body, embarrassed he was still fully clothed while you were naked pinned against the wall. Kyotani glared at you.

“My dirty girl shouldn’t bother to hide,” he snarled yanking your arms up and away from your body. “I’ve seen this slutty body so many times what do you think I’ve seen you naked? No fucking use in hiding bitch.”

His hands were big enough and he was strong enough to hold both your wrists above your head in only one fist. He reached between your legs shoving your legs apart and running his fingers over your lips. You were surprised how slow he was going, he was never one to tease, He usually just fucked you hard without any prep. It was strange for him to slip his fingers inside of you like this, not that you were complaining.

Kyotani was crudely jamming two of his fingers in and out of you. He didn’t seem to be aiming anywhere particular but he still managed to hit all the sweet spots that made you feel good. You keened dropping your hips down grinding against his hand.

“That feel good baby? You like the way daddy pets your sloppy pussy?” he purred against your neck, his voice low and raspy, not the usual bark of orders you got. Your body trembled and you nodded kissing him sweetly.

“Y-yes Kyo feels good,”

“Yeah? Thought you might fucking like it you whore, this is just how that stupid pretty boy did it in that stupid porno,” he snarled, smacking the side of your face and harshly grabbing your face, your stomach dropped. You didn’t think he saw that, he’d walked in on you while you’d been casually scrolling through a porn sight watching a guy finger his girlfriend pinned against the wall jus like this.

“Kyotani-”

“Shut up, I’m going to give you what you want since you’re too scared to ask for it,” he snarled before sinking his teeth into your neck. “Cum. cum on my fingers right now you slut,” he commanded

“N-No,” you stammered. This brought him up short slightly, you complained sure but you almost always did what he asked.

“I want to cum on your cock,” you complained. You wanted to feel him throb inside of you you wanted to feel him cum inside of you. It was difficult to hold yourself on the edge but you were positive that you could hold out until he broke and fucked you. You could see the outline of his hard cock pressing against his shorts. You were turning him on and you knew he wasn’t one to deny himself. He smacked you again.

“Stupid whore, you’re lucky I’m even letting you cum, you’ll cum on my hand right now or you’ll get nothing,” he spat circling your clit harshly with his thumb making you cry out.

“Do it, cum on my hand you slut,” he demanded. You trembled, not so sure now that you could hold out like you hoped.

“Don’t worry princess, I’ll fuck you hard after you cum. I’ll fuck this slutty little hole and stuff you full of my cum just the way you like,” he growled in your ear. You kind of knew that he would fuck you but it was satisfying to hear him say it out loud.

“Fuck- fuck I’m going to cum Kyotani!” you shouted sliding down the wall bucking your hips against his hand and crying out in pleasure as you came.

“See? Wasn’t that nice baby? You should just tell me when you want something,” he said quickly shoving his shorts down and pulling down his cock pumping it a few times before shoving himself inside of you. You cried out, your clit throbbed in overstimulation. Kyotani didn’t bother to whip his hands off before grabbing you by your thighs and pinning you against the wall and thrusting harshly into you.

“Fuck, you’re so wet baby, such a sloppy cunt for Daddy,” he panted. He fucking hated having to wait to fuck you like that, his cock was so hard it ached but Kyotani had put his own needs aside for once so he could give you what you wanted. Maybe now you wouldn’t go snooping on stupid porn sights when you already had someone to take care of that shit for you.

Your legs were trembling around his waist it was getting harder to breathe as he railed you into the wall. You could only moan and whine as he pounded into you, it was too hard to force any other words.

You clenched around his cock until you came again, pulling an orgasm out of him, his cum gushing inside of you.

For a moment you just stayed there panting and catching your breath. Kyotani nuzzled your neck and pulled you away from the wall taking you into his arms and away from the wall.

“Where we going?” you asked.

“Bed, I’ll clean you up then we can cuddle and play that game you like,” he murmured. His cock going soft inside of you as he walked

“That game I like?” you asked

“The one with the island and that fucking raccoon bastard,” he elaborated.

“Animal crossing?”

"Yeah, let's go play the fuck out of animal crossing,"

[eddsworld-headies]

Live up to your name. Head headcanons.

Alright bitch, challenge accepted

Excluding Matt cause I already did his

Edd

-Edd doesn't really have a diagnosed illness. He had body issues for a while. Ate a lot. Gets kinda anxious sometimes, but nothing his therapist tries digging into to find deeper meaning.

-but he's been with the gang for so long that he's kinda the mom of the group.

- "Tom! Tord! Did you take your meds??" "What??" "Your Paxil and Divaproex! Come take it!" "In a minute!" "Not in a minute! Come take it now!"

-Has the big mom purse thing stuffed with sensory toys for Everybody and has a lingering suspicion that Tord had ADHD

-tries to get Tom to stop drinking cause it lessens the effects of his medication.

-if you have a mental illness, he's probably got something in his bag for it.

-CLING.

-Never wanna leave your side baby

-He heavy. The hot kind (which probably doesn't give you much information cause any kind of heavy can be the hot kind)

- he's like a bean bag

- purposefully leaves his hoodie around for you to take.

- loves cooking and your terrible at it.

-does art commissions as a job and it's fun but sucks cause it's mostly hentai and gets very few good commercial jobs

Tord

-He's got the BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder) since last night, I've been looking into some illnesses and this fits very well.

-i genuinely believe that Tord didn't leave with the intent to raise an army. He really did go to the big city to become a mechanic/big time engineer.

-one of my theories is that he left before anyone else could leave him, since some people with BPD have an intense fear of abandonment.

- And they tend to have rocky relationships and these symptoms get intense the younger you are.

-Tom and Tord were best friends when they grew up. Even dated for a little bit before things got rocky. Mostly Tord having aquired feelings that Tom would begin to hate him or become cruel, which lead to a large falling out between them.

-he's got speration anxiety, but after coming back to get his giant robot (and then proceeding to Chicken out) he keeps it at bay and stays silent, seeing as some of the group hasn't forgiven him for leaving.

- if he's having Abandonment Paranoia, he'll stress in silence.

-he also happens to be very impulsive, seeing as he made the last minute decision to leave the red army after seeing his friends once more, the same symptom that cause him to switch his passion for creating to world domination.

- might have ADHD: likes fidget toys and is constantly in movement. Also has a difficult time trying to focus on things he hates.

-he likes things that go 'click'

-back in middle school, he had two ball magnets that were meant for the fridge but took them everywhere because they attracted to each other and made a good noise.

-he likes when you wear dangly jewelry

-will take your dangle bracelets and jingle them around

- Don't like being alone but constantly locks himself in his room to work on commissions for machines

- machines mostly include automated cosplay, specific contraptions like automatics doggy doors, and sometimes even prosthetics.

-sharp canines. He looks like a puppy. Or a cat, whichever you prefer.

- possessive

- he's not afraid of affection

Tom

-Avoidant Personality Disorder

-but in a really weird way.

- tried to combat his shyness with alcohol. No one will bother him if he looks like a drunken slob, right?

- oversensitive to criticism (mostly from Tord) tries to fight it with aggression

-really bad self image

-also has ADHD so he's a little all over the place.

-stim chee necklace that he's totally destroyed

-maladaptive daydreamer

-can stare at a wall for hours and keep himself entertained.

-sharp teeth. He bites, it looks like a bear mauling.

- doesn't know exactly why you want him, but he'll take what he gets and your fucking awesome.

- fire. Save you or Susan? He'll give Susan to you and throw you both out the window. Self sacrifice.

- sensitive to light.

-eyes aren't voids, just black. When there's something wrong with your kidney, it can turn the white part of your eye slightly blue, so his kidney is fucked.

[idreamofhazel]

The Boyking-Chapter 13

A huntress has set out to end the reign of the new king of hell. But killing a Winchester is never easy, and she might find that Sam isn’t who she thought he was…

Masterpost here.

Chapter Word Count: 1867

Warnings: show-typical gore

A/N: Beta’d by @impala-dreamer​. 

“There’s been attacks for the past two months, each on the night of a full moon. But the police haven’t put two and two together.” Dean briefed Dallas en route. Apparently, he’d made contact with the local law enforcement after the first suspicious death, a strategy he'd made a habit over the years, she learned. “The victims show typical signs of a werewolf attack,” he continued. “Large claw marks, a missing heart. And, so far, the victims have been in the same neighborhood, which means our wolf isn’t straying too far from home.”

“But,“ Dallas interrupted, looking out the window. The sun sat on the horizon like a fat orange-yellow egg yolk, staining the sky and puffy clouds in similar shades of the color. “The moon isn’t out.”

She didn’t mention it in the hotel room before they’d left. They had needed to be on their way as fast as possible. The sun being out wouldn’t change that fact that a person had died, but it would affect the way their case could play out.

“Both the other attacks were the same,” Dean stated solemnly, watching the sky slowly turning more orange, tinging the edges of the clouds on the horizon almost red.

Dallas felt the uneasiness with which Dean added the last piece of information. She understood what it could mean for this case if a werewolf, or werewolves, were acting… different, strange, unpredictable. She didn’t speak the obvious thing that was understood between her and Dean—that Lilith, or some other demon in her ranks, could be behind the murders, pulling strings they didn’t yet know existed. 

Instead of saying all of that, Dallas changed the subject. “Pretending to be FBI… I’m impressed.” She wasn’t lying.

Dean shrugged. “It’s part of the job. You get that.”

Dallas shook her head. “I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve pretended to be an officer. I don’t know how to make all those fake badges and stuff.”

“Really? How’d you manage this job?” He sounded genuinely surprised.

“I pretend to be other people, nothing illegal,” she said with emphasis, “Reporters, friends of the deceased.”

“You must be real good at talking to people then.”

Dallas laughed. “Right. Me. Good at talking to people.”

“You talk alright with me,” Dean replied plainly. 

“Only when bribed with beer. Which was shit by the way.”

Dean chuckled. Dallas found herself annoyed at the sound. She hadn’t meant to be funny. She’d meant to prove to him that their conversation minutes before had not been genuine. 

“There were limited selections,” Dean added with another laugh.

Dallas scowled as the Impala’s tires hit gravel, driving up an alley situated on the backside of two quiet streets. They had a full view of the row of backyards on both their right and left as they stopped a ways back from where a group of officers were working. This neighborhood had probably never seen so much activity. Caution tape roped off an area behind a garage whose door stood right on the edge of the alley. Neighbors in their backyards were trying to get a look at the scene as police erected a divider, blocking the view of the body from the peeping toms. 

And it was a good thing, too, because as Dean and Dallas approached the scene on foot, the mauled body laid in plain view, slumped against the metal door. Several swipes of claw marks tore across the poor man’s abdomen, chest, arms, and legs. Even his face. But as Dallas surveyed the bloody damage, she noticed something odd about the body.

“The heart’s not missing,” Dallas whispered to Dean as they approached an officer, or at least there wasn’t a heart-shaped hole in the man’s chest, she thought to herself. 

Dean nodded discreetly before flashing a fake badge at the man who’d approached them, a lanky, blonde-haired officer whose uniform looked like it belonged to someone a few inches shorter than him. 

“Officer Stark,” the man said with recognition to Dean. What he lacked in the ability to find proper fitting clothes he made up for with a smile and charm. He firmly shook Dean’s hand. “It’s good to finally put a face to the name.”

Dean gave the man a friendly smile. “Same here, Johnson. And this is my associate, officer Rogers.” Dean signaled to Dallas. “Sorry I didn’t mention her before.”

Dallas shook the man’s hand, then, thinking quickly because she didn’t have a fake badge like Dean, her hand went to her pockets, pretending to look for her identification. 

She groaned, rolling her eyes. “Damn, Stark, did I leave my badge back at the motel again?” Dallas whined.

Dean sighed and shook his head with feigned embarrassment, playing along. “You’d forget your own head if it wasn’t attached.”

“Oh shut the hell up,” Dallas teased. She looked at Johnson, hoping he was as friendly as his smile. “I can run back and grab it real quick-“

“No, no,” he said, confirming her hopes. “You’re with him, it’s fine. Besides, y’all might not want to waste any time checking this out.”

Dallas gave the officer a big smile. “Thanks, I appreciate it. So what happened?” 

“I was hoping your partner here could shed some light on that,” he said, “We’re confused as hell. Especially after what our witness has told us.”

“Witness?” Dean asked. 

The officer turned around and pointed to the opposite edge of the crime scene.

Dallas hadn’t noticed her before–the child standing with her mom and a female officer, facing away from the gore and death.

Johnson turned to face Dean again. “My officers say the child saw a man. Just a man. We can’t get much else out of her.” 

Dallas continued watching the child, the way her head hung down, the way she leaned into her mother, trying to get further away from what she’d seen by melding into her caregiver. The behavior was, simultaneously, painfully familiar and strange to Dallas.

“You mind if I try to talk to her?” Dallas asked. Dean didn’t protest.

“Go ahead,” Johnson replied. 

The officer called to his partner and waved her away from the interview. She looked almost relieved to have a break from trying to get through to the kid. As Dallas made her way over to the child and her parent, Dean began walking around the roped-off murder scene, conversing with Johnson about evidence they’d found. 

Dallas introduced herself to the mom first, dark-haired like her daughter and with freckles dotting across her concerned features. Then Dallas crouched, getting at eye level with the child who couldn’t be more than five years old. There were wet teardrops staining her yellow t-shirt. 

“Hey there,” she said softly. “My name’s Dallas. What’s yours?”

“Are you a policeman?” the girl asked, looking up with chocolate-brown eyes to match her hair and a dusting of freckles like her mother.

“Sort of,” Dallas answered. “I’m here to help the police.”

“I don’t wanna talk about it anymore.” The kid clung to her mother further, gripping the woman’s denim jeans with her small, dirty hands. She must have been playing outside when the attack happened. 

The mother comforted her child, stroking the top of her head and her shoulder. Dallas’ throat tightened. She cleared her throat, getting rid of the uncomfortable sensation.

“You know,” Dallas started, taking in the girl’s trembling figure, “I know what it’s like to be really, really scared. It’s ok to not want to talk about it. Because it makes it feel like the bad guys’ really here again. Is that what it feels like?”

The girl looked wide-eyed at Dallas and nodded shyly, sniffling subsiding.

Dallas continued. “You don’t have to tell me anything, but it’s real important that you know the bad guy is gone. He’s not here anymore and he can’t hear you. And he won’t be here when you go home. I’m going to catch him so he can’t hurt you.”

“But what if he does come back?” the girl said softly, tears forming in her eyes again. “What if he breaks my door and comes into my room and my mommy doesn’t hear and he gets me?”

“Did he look strong enough to break a door down?”

The girl nodded. “He was really really strong.” She looked down at the ground, then whispered. “He had claws but nobody believes me.”

“I do,” Dallas stated. “You know, my… friend and I,” she pointed to Dean, who was talking with some officers, “We are really good at catching guys like this. It’s our job. So, I’m going to tell you a special secret.”

The girl’s eyes widened again and she loosened her grip on her mother’s clothes slightly. She held her attention to Dallas’ kind but firm face.

“Does your mommy have any silver jewelry?” Dallas asked.

The girl looked at her mom and her mom nodded despite looking confused.

“Ok, good,” Dallas continued. “All you have to do to keep a man with claws away is wear mommy’s jewelry. Just a necklace. Or a bracelet. They hate silver.”

“Really?” the girl gasped.

“I swear it.” Dallas put her hand over her heart. What she had told the girl wasn’t a complete lie. Silver did affect werewolves, but a piece of jewelry would do nothing to stop one. But the child didn’t need to know how to kill the creature. She needed to believe she could protect herself so she’d feel safe enough to sleep tonight.

“Ok,” the girl said, her voice strengthening. She loosened the grip on her mother even further. “That’s good because he lives behind us.”

“What?” The mom grabbed her child’s shoulder.

“I see him when I play sometimes. He talks on the phone a lot.”

Dallas looked up at the child’s mom to give her a reassuring look, then focused back on the little girl. “Thank you for telling me that,” she said to the kid again. “That’s really, really helpful.”

Dallas stood and turned to the mother. “We’ll take care of this, ok? Do you have somewhere you can stay if you don’t feel safe?”

The mother nodded. “My sister’s.”

“Ok, good. Maybe stay there a couple nights. Be sure to give the department a call if you need anything.”

The woman nodded before ushering her child back to their yard. Dallas watched as the pair entered their home from the back door. Once they were fully inside, Dallas turned back towards the scene and came face to face with Dean. He wore a soft expression on his face.

“I heard the way you talked to the kid. You’re a natural,” he said.

Dallas straightened her posture and crossed her arms. “It’s part of the job,” she said coolly. 

Dean watched her for a second, lips parted with the beginnings of a response, but he decided not to say whatever was on his mind and thankfully changed the subject. “So, did I hear the kid correctly? The guy lives on this street?”

Dallas nodded. “Yep. Right there.” 

She pointed to a yellow-paneled house, a residence that sat directly beside the victim’s, and watched as Dean’s face became sharply focused. “We’ll pay him a visit tonight.”

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Nettlebee

Aliases / Nicknames: Dad, Horrible Father, Poor Thing

Gender: tom

Sexuality: bisexual

Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, Dawnkit (son), unnamed former mate

Other Relations: unnamed mentor, unnamed apprentice

Clan: Thunderclan

Rank: warrior

Characteristics: kills his son to protect him from a slower death

Number of Victims: 1

Number of Murders: 1

Murder Method: snapping neck

Known Victims: Dawnkit

Victim Profile: his sick son

Cause of Death: mauled by foxes

Cautionary Tale: listen to your medicine cat

Story:

He was a good father.

When his mate from Windclan told him that she had fallen pregnant with his kits, and that their relationship had to end before it got them caught, he was sad but agreed, and asked if he could take in the kits. She agreed, so long as he never told anyone where he got them.

So when Dawnkit, the only one in the litter, was weaned, his mother gave him to Nettlebee one night, who later claimed to have found him abandoned while taking a walk due to restlessness.

Dawnkit was sad at first, of course, but he was too young to really remember his mother, and quickly his only worry was not winning games, something Nettlebee always made sure that he did.

They played every day, and when they weren’t playing, they were cuddling, cleaning, doing everything together. A queen had offered to take Dawnkit in, but Nettlebee had politely refused, pointing out that Dawnkit didn’t need a mother any more than a father at his age, and Nettlebee was more than ready to be that father.

Everything revolved around his little son. If he was on the dawn patrol, he would wake up extra early just to wish his son good-bye until he got back. When he did get back, the first thing he did was enter the nursery and check on Dawnkit.

Then the worst thing happened.

Dawnkit fell sick.

Nettlebee stayed with him in the medicine den, only leaving when it was absolutely necessery, and many times hurrying back when his son wailed for him. He wouldn’t patrol, wouldn’t go to battles against the foxes that had made their home in their territory. 

Dawnkit had greencough, and it was clear to be a bad case.

Worse, there was no catmint to be found in any of the territories. Not even the backup herbs were working.

One night, on the few occasions he was convinced to leave, Nettlebee padded over to the fresh-kill pile. While he took food, two she-cats watching him began to talk. They were saying how horrible the situation was, how Dawnkit likely wasn’t going to survive, and how the sickness would probably take many painful moons to kill him.

They didn’t know Nettlebee could hear them.

He pushed the words away. He pushed the....ideas away.

But he couldn’t escape them. The pain was too much for the small kit, getting frailer each day. He was constantly coughing, hacking up mucus. Nettlebee would try to tell him jokes to cheer him up or distract him, but Dawnkit stopped seeming to notice that he was there.

The medicine cat had told him to wait, to have faith, that they or Starclan had a plan. But they had to say that. They couldn’t say ‘we should kill this kit to save it.’ Nettlebee knew that they had no idea what to do, that they only wanted to calm him.

He couldn’t let his son die, but clearly Starclan had decided his fate. If Dawnkit was to die, he was to die painlessly and quickly. Nettlebee snapped his neck.

Later that day, the medicine cat would return cheerfully, with a mouthful of catmint a kittypet had gathered for them, saying how Dawnkit could be saved now. Then they froze and demanded what had happened. 

Instead of answering, Nettlebee ran. He had killed his son. He had killed his son for nothing! They had the herbs! They had more catmint than Nettlebee had seen in three moons!

He knew where he wanted to go, following the scent of fox. When he spotted their den, he wasted no time in running in.

Additional Information:

--Based on the song Coma Baby. Instead of doing a character that is both angsty and disturbing, I’m splitting it in two, one angsty, one disturbing. This is the angsty one!

Link to the song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x1T-MGCol5Y

--Though she gave him up, Dawnkit’s mother did care for him to some extent, and grieved when the news of his death was brought up at a gathering (or later when her Clanmates returned from a gathering).

--Nettlebee when to the Dark Forest partly because he killed a kit and partly because he refused to listen to the medicine cats--meaning that even if the murder was in good will, it was still ignoring two important aspects of the code.

[galacticwildfire]

lost.

One

Pairing: Kenobi!oc x Boba Fett

Summary: prequel to found.

Years before Kyra Kenobi met Din Djarin, the Rebellion general caught the eye of another bounty hunter who she enlisted to smuggle her through a war zone to return to Mandalore and take her place as duchess.

Warnings: death of parents, killing, age gap; oc is 19 going on twenty at the beginning of the story, same age as luke and leia, some flirting, back and forth word play, mild stuff

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: I had people suggest that I should do a prequel to found and well here it is, it won't be particularly long and will have some time jumps but I'm excited to explore the truth of them before he appears in found and elaborate on what I've seen in the Book of Boba Fett

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The Empire waits outside the palace of Mandalore for my mother to appear, to surrender to them. I stand beside her as she gives an address to the council, with Leia acting as representative of the Rebel Alliance.

"Ever since the attack by Death Watch and Darth Maul, both my position as Duchess of Mandalore and my life have been under threat," she tells them. "For almost two decades now we have silently resisted the Empire to continue living in peace, however this peace no longer exists. We are being monitored by the Empire, with their presence here ever increasing. The Empire has made clear that Mandalore's destruction is imminent as long as I remain as ruler following the revelation of my daughter's paternity being the Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi."

She turns to me and silent tears fill my eyes for only her to see, silently begging her not to do this. But we have little choice.

"My daughter has always been my heir, and since she claimed the Darksaber, won in combat against Darth Maul, she has been seen by many offworlders as the Mand'alor herself. Now that her paternity is known, her life is in as much danger as mine. As the daughter of Obi-Wan Kenobi, she is one of the Empire's most wanted. For the sake of Mandalore's survival, I must resign as Duchess, and place my sister Bo-Katan as regent until my daughter can succeed me."

"And what of the princess's safety?" one of her advisors asks, knowing I am not a princess formally, but it is what I have always been known as to the people of Mandalore.

"I shall continue to serve the Rebel Alliance in defiance of the Empire," I announce to them while Leia gives me a reassuring nod. "Any Mandalorians are welcome to desert the planet and accompany me in this while Bo-Katan remains on Mandalore. We must at least feign peace until we can gain an advantage over the Empire, Princess Leia and I are working with Rebel intelligence to uncover what we believe to be a weapon of mass destruction the Empire has spent years creating in the shadows. Once it is safe I will return and lead Mandalore, but until then we place Bo-Katan as regent."

Murmurs of disagreement fill the room, only to be broken by the sounds of the Empires weapons breaking down the barricades.

"We're out of time," my mother says as the guards ready their weapons, and she grabs my arm. "You and Leia need to leave, now."

"What about you?" I grit out and she remains as strong as ever.

"I will surrender and buy us all time, do not worry about me," she says holding my hands in her own. "I must do this for the survival of our people, there is a ship waiting for you to escape."

"Don't let them win," I breathe, embracing her. "We can't let them win."

"Never," she promises me. "As long as you are breathing, Mandalore still stands. Now go."

She releases me and the next thing I know guards are guiding Leia and I out the side door through the palace. Hand in hand we ascend the stairs to the helepad where Shara Bey waits for us in the ship.

"It's going to be a rough exit," she tells us as Leia enters, but I still, looking back at the sound of blasterfire.

"Princess, you need to leave," my guard says. "We only have a short window before the Empire realises a ship has left the atmosphere."

"Live today, fight tomorrow," Leia says gripping my hand tight, and reluctantly I enter the ship.

The door shuts behind us and we strap in, prepared for the rough exit. The roof above us opens and the helepad ascends, revealing the Empires ships above us, with all guns turned on Mandalore. Waiting for her surrender and resignation.

"Live today, fight tomorrow," I murmur to myself as I hear Shara preparing herself.

"Jumping to hyperspace."

~

It was a mere month later I prepared myself for the ceremony following the destruction of the Death Star with shaking hands. With my saber lost with it I looked at the yellow kyber crystal, unable to bring myself to return home to Tatooine to reclaim the one of my adolescence.

Leia seemed to be handling it all so well, while all I could do was try to hide the wreck I had become. I wish I had her grace.

My mind was only on one place.

Mandalore.

Now is the time to regroup with the destruction of the Death Star, however I still can't make it onto the planet with the Empire's security and intelligence.

Not alone anyways.

~

"I want leave," I tell Mon Mothma. "To return to Mandalore."

She looks up at me, no emotion crossing her pale face.

"Commander-"

"General," I correct firmly, reminding her of my newly bestowed rank. "General in this Rebellion and of Mandalore's troops. Or did you forget that I am now the Duchess of Mandalore."

She sighs. "How could I? You remind me of your mother more every day."

She doesn't mean that as a compliment.

"My mother is dead, my father also. My aunt Bo-Katan Kryze was left as regent until our forces can regroup. If I do not find a way to return to Mandalore and take charge there will be a civil war."

"And if the Empire gets to you first?" she asks me. "We lose the last Jedi Knight, you are too great of an asset to risk for something that is bound to occur regardless, civil wars are hardly an oddity on Mandalore."

I scoff. "I am an asset, but not yours to control."

She leans back in her seat, raising her hands. "Then go. Try to return to Mandalore. You won't even make it into the system alive. Be foolish and rash, I thought your fathers training would have-"

She falls silent as I use the force to shut her up, rage barey contained beneath my flesh. "Don't ever use my father to try to manipulate me."

I release her and she looks upon me warily. "He was one of the best the Jedi order had, follow his example, not the Mandalorians."

Before I can harm her I leave the room, and travel through the settlement of Yavin-4 until I find the makeshift Cantina that has been set up.

And sure enough I find him. The smuggler.

"Ah princess number two," Han says, leaning back and trying to make himself more attractive once he notices me. "What can I do for you?"

"Smuggle me to Mandalore."

His eyes widen and he whistles, taking a drink. "Now that is not what I'd hoped for."

"Save your flirting for Leia, I'm here on business," I say, sitting across from him. "What's your rate?"

"Unfortunately not even a princess like you could pay me to go on that suicide mission."

I scoff. "My father paid you to storm Vaders ship, how is this any different?"

He leans forward, lowering his voice. "Because now we won't be able to get anywhere near the system without the Empire recognising my ship and vetting us." I cross my arms and he sighs. "Look it hurts my pride to admit it but you need a different guy for this job. You'll need someone with Empire connections and loose loyalties for that job."

I raise an eyebrow. "And where can I find someone like that?"

He looks around to make sure no one's listening. "You'll be wanting a bounty hunter for that type of job, they're employed by the Empire but their loyalties can be bought for the right price, they don't care about politics, they just want credits. The guild's operating in the outer reaches without the Empire breathing down their necks, best place would be Tatooine or even Navarre."

Now the people on Tatooine I can more than handle, they're no strangers to me.

I flick Han a credit for his help. "Next time you go to try to get into bed with Leia tell her where I've gone would you?"

"Be careful kid," he says with surprising seriousness. "You aren't half bad, and I don't want to tell Leia I sent you on a suicide mission."

"Neither are you," I admit. "And don't worry, it's far from the first."

~

I sit in the back of the Tatooine bar for hours, a sand coloured shawl covering my hair and matching veil covering the lower half of my face, the one I so often wore when travelling with my father to avoid recognition. My uncovered eyes lined with black pigment to protect from the suns glare scan the cantina, none of the bounty hunters and smugglers meeting my standards, until at sunset a Mandalorian man enters, his armour green.

No doubts fill my mind as I watch him walk through the Cantina and sit alone, only to be approached by a man.

"Do you have my payment?" the Mandalorian asks and the man puts several thousand credits down, a steep price for these parts.

"I'm sorry I could only gather half of what I owe up front, I'll pay when the job is done."

He shakes his helmeted head. "That was the deal, half now and half when it's done and you can only pay a quarter. Deals off-"

"But-"

"No buts," he says, a no nonsence man. "Now leave me in peace."

The now scared man disappears and I move towards him from the back of the bar, eyes on me and whispers following as I take a seat across from him.

Seeming bothered he asks "Can I help you?"

I cut to the chase. "I'm looking for passage to Mandalore."

"Illegal passage I assume?"

"Yes."

Now he seems half interested. "For what purpose?"

"I have unfinished business."

"You'll need to be more specific."

"My mother was Mandalorian, I watched her die before my eyes and want to mourn her." Something about the warriors demeanour changes. "I want to go home to Mandalore to mourn her."

"Without the Empire knowing?"

I nod. "I've lived here on Tatooine since the Empire took control of Mandalore, I want to have a funeral for her."

"A noble enough venture," he appreciates. "What is your clan?" That is when I pause. "Your clan?"

"One that is not seen as a friend to Mandalore," I tell him. "We were exiled to Concordia after the Civil War and I want to return to my family still living on Mandalore."

He seems doubtful. "You do not look like the Mandalorians exiled, you wear no armour."

"I may not be a true Mandalorian warrior, but I do follow the old ways," I tell him, using the persuasion of the force. "I was hoping you would help me by creed."

"I will help you," he agrees. "But a lady such as yourself can surely provide payment."

"I can pay you in beskar," I tell him and he laughs until I place a decent sized bar on the table. "I could afford any bounty hunter on this side of the galaxy, I am sure it will be more than enough."

He raises the bar, inspecting it to ensure it's integrity. "If you're trying to give me a fake-"

"Go ahead and test it," I tell him while he taps a blade against it. "My family may have been frowned upon by Mandalore but we took our wealth with us, and from the dent in your helmet it seems you could use some pure beskar."

"What did you say your name was?"

I put a handful of credits on the table. "For anonymity."

"You make an intruiging offer Mandalorian."

"So can you do it?" I ask him. "Do you have the connections to get me on planet?"

"Oh I can do it don't worry about that," he assures me. "When do we leave?"

"Now," I answer and stand. "Your ship?"

~

The ship he flies is unlike any I've seen, pre Clone Wars era.

"Ladies first," he says and I enter the ship, inspecting it throughly in my glances for any symbols that associate him with known crime groups or paramilitary's, but find none.

"Your ship," I begin. "It is a relic, it is rare to see ones this age still in operation."

"It was my fathers," he says and I watch him carefully as he readies it for takeoff.

"You followed in his profession."

"Is that a question or a statement?"

"Intuition," I answer as I follow him to the cockpit where he gets into the main seat.

He looks back at me as he starts the ship. "It will be a long journey with many checkpoints, there is an area downstairs for you to retire."

"Call me paranoid but I would rather sit here and see where you take me," I reply, sitting in one of the chairs behind him in the cockpit.

"First time dealing with a bounty hunter?"

"Something like that," I answer. "I sat in that Cantina for hours, I approached you because of that armour you wear, our kind who follow the old ways have a code of honour about them."

"Then why are you suspicious of me?" he asks out of curiosity, and his voice leaves me with a burning itch to put a name to it, why it sounds so familiar.

"Because suspicion has kept me alive."

He makes an impressed sound. "Would I be right to assume you aren't quite friends with the Empire?"

"No one is friends with the Empire," I tell him. "We all live under their rule, for some that is more difficult than others."

"We all do what we must to make a living," he comments. "Why make life more difficult for yourself?"

"That's a good question," I admit and sigh. "Some of us are born into difficult situations, it's all we know."

"With the wealth you have it can't have been that difficult," he dismisses.

"Blood money," I reply bitterly, knowing how my mother won the Mandalorian civil war and came to power.

"What money isn't blood money?" he asks me and now I'm the one who's curious. "Did you forget who you hired?"

"A bounty hunter," I answer. "And from the price you charged that man a very good one I suspect, expensive enough for these parts anyways on the outer rims."

"If you've lived your life on Tatooine you would know it is the rate for Bounty Hunters of my experience, that this is where the guild operates, as well as other syndicates," he says and tilts his head back at me. "Unless that is just another part of your story."

"You doubt I'm Mandalorian," I realise and tell him in Mandalorian. "I am more than most who claim to be."

"You do know you do a lot of talking for someone who wants to remain anonymous."

"Just making sure there is a story we agree on if we get questioned at the check point," I reply. "That I'm just a woman from Tatooine, looking for safe passage to return home to hold a funeral for my mother."

He's silent for a moment before commenting "The last part is true."

"It is," I answer, keeping my voice even. "Why else would I risk such a journey if not for family?"

"That part is genuine, I don't care about the rest," he says, and from the own pain in his voice I know he inherited this ship far too young. "I will ensure your passage to Mandalore."

~

I wake to a hand on my shoulder and immediately feel the knife beneath the long dress I wear before remembering where I am.

"Wake up," the bounty hunter says. "We've stopped for fuel, you'll want to stretch your legs."

I nod and stretch my shoulders, a kink in my neck, and stand, smoothing out my dress and adjusting my veil before following him from the ship.

Storm Troopers patrol the town we've landed in, a bitter reminder of what life is under the control of the Empire.

"Might as well take a walk," he comments as he begins to fuel up. "This will take a while. Meet me in the cantina across the road."

I nod and walk through the town, anonymous beneath my veil and robes, taking in the dark red sky and dusty ground, the streets mostly empty.

Empire propaganda is projected in the main square, sickening to watch, and my ear catches the words of Storm Troopers nearby.

"They've found a suspected rebel nearby trying to recruit behind the cantina."

"Let's take him in."

I disappear from the square, walking in the shadows to the cantina and sure enough find someone, just a young man speaking with some other youths. At the sight of the stormtroopers the youths disappear and the Rebel quickly tries to make himself appear not suspicious.

"Identification."

"I- I must have left it at home."

They raise their guns. "Identification now for processing."

"Processing?"

He quickly realising he is being arrested and whips out a blaster. "You know what, come at me you -"

No shots are fired as the Storm Troopers fall to the ground, throats cut from my blade. The kid stares at me in shock. "I-"

I flash my ring with the hidden rebel insignia and his wide eyes stare at it as he lets out a breath of relief.

"Go to Yavin-4. Tell them General Kryze sent you."

With that I leave him, and enter the cantina where the bounty hunter is waiting for me.

"You took your time," he comments, lifting his helmet to take a drink.

"I found myself distracted," I say sitting across from him and his helmet tilts down towards my hand.

"Is that blood?"

"Perhaps."

It's then Storm Troopers enter the bar with guns raised at the bartender. "Did anyone leave here armed!"

"You know the laws, of course not."

They curse and walk back out, frustrated, and the bounty hunter tilts his head at me.

"What did you do?"

I place another handful of credits on the table. "For silence."

He cursed under his breath to himself. "Alright, time to go."

I follow him out of the bar and stand there innocently as he watches the Storm Troopers inspect the bodies I left behind.

"How?"

"Knife to the throat."

He looks at me. "Without them fighting back?"

"They didn't get a chance to," I answer as I turn my back on them and walk back to the ship. "Are you going to stand there gawking or get out of here?"

~

It's late when he finds me in the kitchenette, still satisfied over my kill.

"Since you're helping yourself to my food do you mind to tell me what weapons you have on you under those robes?"

"I'm Mandalorian take a guess," I reply, stirring the soup I'm cooking. "It's almost ready, thought I should feed us considering I made us leave the cantina earlier than expected."

He's surprised. "That is considerate of you."

"You're a bounty hunter, not a droid, you need food," I answer and look at his helmet. "Are you one of those Mandalorians who don't like to take their helmets off because they believe it goes against the old ways?"

"No I just don't like my face," he deadpans and I laugh. "It's not funny."

"It is a little," I tease. "You know, I've been wracking my brain trying to figure out where I've heard your voice before."

"Take a guess," he says and I raise an eyebrow as I look at him. "Chances are you won't be wrong."

"Are you supposed to be some famous bounty hunter I'm meant to know?" I ask and from his silence I realise I'm not wrong. "Hmm. Well you aren't doing your job right then."

He actually laughs. "And how's that?"

"Bounty hunters aren't meant to be known, they're meant to work in the shadows and make money, not flaunt themselves."

"And how am I meant to make money without a reputation?"

A good response, a fair one too.

"Women like me," I answer. "I have no idea who the hell you are and I'm still giving you a bar of beskar and a bags worth of credits."

"And why's that?" he questions. "Why take such a gamble on a man whose reputation you don't know?"

"Intuition," I answer and he scoffs. "What?"

"Intuition? I prefer not to take risks without having the information I need. It's how you don't get killed."

"And here I am," I reply, flashing my eyes at him.

"And here you are," he says curiously. "The mysterious killer on board my ship with a lot of money."

I observe him carefully. "If you didn't have a code of honour you would have tried to kill me and take everything I have on me, maybe do some other things first or afterwards, which is why I selected you carefully out of all the smugglers and bounty hunters in that cantina."

He seems disgusted at the thought of such a thing. "Believe it or not, there is such a thing as honour amongst bounty hunters."

"And loyalty?"

"Loyalty?" He laughs. "I'm a bounty hunter what do you think?"

"A Mandalorian bounty hunter," I correct. "An interesting combination. Mandalorians are infamously loyal to their own, and yet your loyalty is for sale?"

"I am the last of my clan," he reveals to me. "I owe loyalty to no one."

In this day and age I can hardly blame him. "That's fair." I pour the soup into two boils. "Soup?"

He accepts it and we sit together.

I lift my veil just enough to feed myself and he watches with interest.

"Why the veil?" he asks and at my silence teases. "Don't like your face?"

"Oh I happen to like it very much, you would too, except for one thing."

"And what's that?"

"Anonymity."

He seems confused. "So you trust me enough to smuggle you into Mandalore, to hide the fact you killed two storm troopers, but not enough to show your face?"

"Exactly," I answer, not providing any further explanation. "I'm not a cook but this soup tastes better than I expected it to."

"We'll, I can't argue with that," he says, his voice genuine. "It's been a long time since I've had someone feed me."

"You don't have much company?" I ask politely, despite knowing damn well he wouldn't, which is evident from the set up of the ship.

"I'm used to bringing people in cold, not transporting mysterious women across the galaxy."

I smile. "You think I'm mysterious?"

"Well, it's hard too when you keep talking."

But beneath that annoyance is something else, an appreciation for company.

"Well, we're only halfway there so get used to it."

"Just don't try to kill anyone else until we get there."

He's more impressed then he'd admit, surprised that I caught him off guard.

"No promises."

He sits back and takes a good look at me. "After being in this profession as long as I have, you learn to read people. At first I thought you were running from something, but now you seem to be more of a hunter than anything else. A woman with red hair and pretty eyes, who isn't running away from the Empire, but rather chasing something on Mandalore. A woman with an adversity towards the Empire, who lost her mother, most likely to it. A woman with great wealth who claims to have been exiled and raised on Tatooine. Now you've definitely lived some of your life on Tatooine but not enough to know the ins and outs of it's crime industry. Whoever your family is was not a welcome sight on Mandalore, likely a member of the wealthy upper class of New Mandalorians with roots in the old ways, because someone taught you to kill, to appear and disappear like a ghost, trained to be the hunter rather than the prey."

His comment about my eyes leaves me blushing beneath the veil, but I'm impressed by how he's read me. "You are quite good, may I offer my analysis?"

He sighs "Haven't you already?"

"With your pay rate you either are or were a very high ranking member of the Bounty Hunters guilt, or perhaps some other syndicate but operate more as an independent contractor. You no doubt take jobs from the Empire but who doesn't in these times. Your father was a bounty hunter, quite a well known one, he taught you everything you know until you lost him, younger than a child should. You inherited this ship and sought to be everything your father was, while still maintaining that Mandalorian code of honour, a hard thing to do while working for the Empire who is holding Mandalore hostage. Which leads me to believe your father fought on the losing side of the Mandalorian civil war, hence why he took up bounty hunting as it was the highest paying profession for his skill set, and why you aren't very concerned about the state of Mandalore, because you never had anything to do with it despite being raised in the old ways. And to those raised that way Mandalore is seen as a race, a creed, rather than a place. You have no desire to partake in any side of a war, you just want to make a living as a simple man."

He's silent for a long moment, and I know I'm right. "You impress me."

"It's mutual then," I acknowledge, tempted to ask him about that comment about my eyes but decide to hold onto it. "You intrigue me bounty hunter."

"It's mutual then," he replies and I smile beneath my veil, wondering if the terms of this agreement could be extended.

I find myself enjoying his company and mind more than I intended.

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more cuddle headcanons

everyone really liked the cuddle hcs for the main three bucket boys, (which is right here!!), and i wanted to try out some characters that i would like to write for in the future. this post is all star wars characters, i’ll make a different post later on with the pascal characters !!

also, the phasma fic is taking A Bit Longer because it’s going to be a pretty big fic (it’s currently at 5.1 k and i still have a lot to work on). school also just started, so please bear with me!! i will have it up as soon as possible, in the meantime, i’ll post some smaller projects like this!! enjoy!!

warnings: cursing, some mentions of sexual content

w/c: about 2.1k

cobb vanth

i honestly think an argument can be made that cobb vanth is one of the most partner-material guys in the galaxy far far away. he’s very personable, he’s overall pretty warm - he’s an expert in affectionate, sweet shit. he’s always bringing up cuddling together or curling up in the corner of the cantina of Mos Pelgo, you’re not gonna have to strong arm him for love at all!

i think cobb likes to lay on you - like he’ll lay his head on your tummy or in your lap. play with his hair, scratch his head, maybe sing your marshal a little song !! i dont see him falling asleep, but if YOU’RE tired, he’ll absolutely do the same thing for you - you can lay on him, and he’ll sing  little tune and you can drift off to sleep.

little spoon, don’t EVEN try to argue, this man is the little spoon, please hold him, wrap your arms around him, he loves it !! he’ll lay his head on your chest, or lean his head back to give you little kisses and wink at you. 

very fine with pda, actually speaking of kisses, will steal them all DAY long. you’re trying to work on the speeder bike that’s been busted for months?? cobb is gonna be hanging around your work station, waitin for the perfect moment to give you a little peck on the cheek. (). i dont even think he’s a like “cuddly partner,” i think he’s just super friendly, and if he’s in a relationship, he’s gonna want to be hanging around you and getting a bunch of affection. and AGAIN no toxic masculinity here - there’s no shame or like embarrassment when you want to hold hands or kiss in public, like he’s all for it!

okay i- this is not necessarily sexual, but okay hear me out. i live somewhere super hot, and the best way to be is inside, in the dark, fan on high and as little clothes as possible. so i think for somewhere like mos pelgo, if he’s got some down time at home, he’s absolutely stripping down to as few layers as possible (if at all). so you know, dont be surprised if you’re hanging out at his place, and he walks around in like his (underwear), it’s just really hot and he has to wear a lot of layers, he’s sweating 

bo katan kryze

fuck you, i like bo

this will be a short section just because she is not very cuddly at all, and in general, is pretty cold and icy. i don’t know if she doesn’t like affection and pda if she’s just not interested, or if she’s extremely defensive and really wants to push that she’s a stone cold badass and has no weaknesses. 

if you manage to get bo to sort of slow down and relax, and she is in a relationship with you, she’ll show affection in like acts and services, specifically when it comes to your safety. like she’ll run extra patrols and will do everything in her power to make sure you are never in danger. the most cuddly she gets is when you sleep next to her every night, and even then you both have like Your Own Space when sleeping. listen, there’s probably a lot of depth in bo katan, and how much she’s lost (a lot of it sort of her own fault), and how much she wants to regain and take back, and the lengths she is willing to go to, and like listen we all have weak moments, like obviously she’s gonna wanna have your head in her lap SOMETIMES. but she’s also a top and SHe’s BuSY so you know.

koska reeves & axe wolves

i’m combining these two here in one section, wow

FUCK YOU, I LIKE AXE. out of all three of the like Mandalore mandalorians, i think he’s the most like affectionate. i think once you win him over, and show you’re not gonna ghost him or like idk try to kill him, i think he’s pretty casual. you can lay on him, and he’s cool with laying on you. he’s not really embarrassed with pda - he’s not like Against it completely, but he likes a quick kiss here and there. very sweet boy, very kind and gentle, he will flirt with you even after you get together, like its a constant stream of like cheesy pick up lines and one liners, he’s very dorky. just a dumb nerd, why are y’all so MEAN to him smh embarrassing

koska…,..,.,..,.., what a WOMAN. i think she’s like halfway between axe and bo in terms of affection in a relationship. like i think you have to build up a lot of trust, and establish a like respect between the two of you, but like she has no problem with letting you lounge around and curl up with her. i also think she’s gonna be protective, but honestly that’s a mando thing. they care about the people who care about them. i don;t think she gives a single fuck, so if you want to makeout in public, or even just want to hold her hand because your nervous, she absolutely wil let you like she does not seem the kind to like deny/reject you, you know? anyways i am in love with koska, sasha banks i am free every day i love u queen we stan

fennec shand

the one the ONLY. the most exciting thing about fennec is that she literally doesn’t give a fuck, so pda?? yeah, if you like fennec’s hand on your waist and her tongue down your throat and don’t mind other people around, shes super down with giving you some love in public. that’s not to saw she’s down with like fucking in public or in front of people, shes just not ashamed of her relationship and cares more about you than what other people think of you two. 

big spoon!! lay in her arms, let her cradle you and take care of you!! i think she also really enjoys you laying your head in her lap (i have another drabble about this here) but that way she can trace your face, or play with your hair if you like your hair played with, or even just kiss your nose.

you two normally lounge around in boba’s palace. there’s some sofas and lounge areas in the throne room that you two curl up on, but there’s a balcony on one of the upper levels that’s your favorite spot. you can lay next to her and enjoy her affections while the stars slowly drag themselves into the night sky. you’re away from prying eyes, and you can discuss your future with her and where you both might travel tom if you can sneak away for a few days. she’ll tell you all of the gossip of the crime world and all of the people boba and her have to sort through to establish the new king of the underbelly of the galaxy. its your and hers spot!! just a place to vibe and cuddle in peace. 

fennec doesn’t really sleep. she’s a mapper, rather than her like conking out for nine hours at a time. she doesn’t mind if you like sleep, you can sleep on her anytime !! lay your head on her shoulder, or on her chest — she‘ll keep you safe while you drift off to sleep. 

maul

maul is pretty grumpy, i have a cuddly drabble with him you can read here, but for the most part i think maul is the standard grumpy guy who doesn’t mind curling up with his s/o when they want to !! there are gonna be times where he’s not interested in touch or physical contact — maul has days that he needs space and time, whether he’s processing and meditating on past events, or if he’s just in need of maul-time. the best thing to do in those days is wait for him to sort of open the proverbial door to let you back in, or to wait until he crawls into your lap or into your bed to rest. 

he normally won’t refuse affections, but i the mornings he wakes up and all he can think about is your skin against his, or how sweet your eyes are, he’s not letting you do ANYTHINg. he wants your head on his CHEST he wants you in his ARM you are CUDDLING RIGHT NOW

i don’t really see maul being a little spoon (yes i do, i’m pretty tall so everyone is a little spoon if you’re under 5’11) BUT i think maul likes to hold you against his chest, and to wrap his arms around you. theres a protective element too. everything has been taken from maul, and he likes knowing your safe in his arms. if u DO catch his being a little spoon, he’s gonna be grumpy and very snickety with you. 

i don’t know how much you’’ be going out and about with maul, but pda just from a safety perspective is gonna be a soft know. if you’re in public with him, he’ll always be around you — maybe his hand will rest on your lower back or shoulder, or maybe a few of his fingers will curl around yours. just don’t expect to be making out in public, your relationship is taken very seriously by maul, and he’ll want to be careful and err on the side of caution.

maul likes it when you kiss him. he likes it when you pepper kisses all over his cheeks and along his jaw, he likes when you trace his marks and tattoos and place little kisses on his chest. something sweet and warm blooms in his chest when you reach over to pull his hand over so you can kiss his knuckles. its a gentle affection that no one has ever wanted to give maul. he sort of gives you the cold shoulder after the first few kisses, but he quickly is addicted with the unconditional love and attention and affection you give him. 

obi wan

okay here me out, so jedis are not allowed like attachments, so i don’t thing like Legally Officially you can cuddle with obi wan oh no sad BUT. that is not to say, if maybe, idk, there’s only one seat left on the star destroyer home, or only one BED while you too are on a very important jedi MISSION, well i mean. it’s not obi wan’s fault if you two end up cursing up, right? i mean, it is a little chilly on this planet, so it’s smart to stay together. for warmth. 

you’re gonna end up with your legs tangled, your arms around his neck, your hands tangled in his mullet — hes warmer than you expected, he radiates heat. maybe it’s how strong he is in the force, or if he’s just a warm body (or even if beneath the cool exterior, his blood runs hot) but you won’t need a ton of blankets if you have him. 

big spoon, a lot of like Vanilla Top energy from him. like i think if you do end up spooning or fucking, it’s gonna be simple. kenobi’s knowledge of sex and relationships is going to be very limited, and his experience is gonna be pretty limited as well. he knows the like most Basic position, the most Basic way to get you both off. if you continue with your relationship and trust each other more, and you can teach him a few tricks, he’ll warm up to the idea of you being a big spoon and maybe even topping.

obviously no pda, but when you’re around him, his sort of Presence makes itself more known to you, like you Feel him more than you would other people, even if he’s a few rooms away, you Know he’s near by you. it’s nothing sharp or crazy explicit in terms of like I FEEL HIS AURA AND SHIT like it’s just something gentleman reassuring and it’s all Him. little moments with him — meeting his eye across the room, your hands bumping into his, his hands lingering on you when he passes for just a moment longer than they should — it’s all you have with obi, and you cherish them so deeply. obi wan is gonna think about your affection long after you leave him — it’s an emotional thing for him. it’s the one point of contact and affection, and as much as you think about obi wan and your little moments, obi wan thinks about them more.