#rogue one preference

[andorerso]

"Cassian's best friend is a droid" isn't meant to be the sad sentiment some of you all seem to believe it is. what's sad is that Cassian has no other attachments to anyone, he has no one besides K2, BUT there is absolutely nothing wrong with having a droid as a best friend. droids aren't inherently inferior to organics. start treating them with a little decency, please. and stop devaluing the bond between K2 and Cassian. Cassian was visibly devastated when K2 died. K2 used his last moments to envision a scenario in which Cassian survived and made it off Scarif. their friendship is just as real and beautiful as it would be if K2 was an organic.

[endeacent]

It was this simple guys uncensored

[alejandra925]

Andor Recency Bias

It's one thing to love Andor and appreciate its dark, political, "mature" take on Star Wars. But I've seen STAR WARS fans on social media:

Say that it is better than the Original Trilogy.

That the Original Trilogy was good only because of nostalgia and missing childhood, etc.

Think all of STAR WARS should be like Andor.

I'm sorry but it IS possible to like different things for different reasons. The storytelling aims of a show like Andor are completely different from Luke/Leia/Han in the OT. And my love for them as characters has more to do with their depth and chemistry with each other than nostalgia.

[storytimewithtibby]

warnings: non smut, gun threat, Harvey / Joker / Goon x gn!reader word count: 1110 work - a paraphilia a day

Autassassinophilia Being in life-threatening situations. a/n see end of fic for poll regarding nsfw options

     It had been a long day, in more ways than one. First you’d just wanted to pick up something to nibble on on your way to work. No one really thought it healthy to work at banks, despite the fact that money was mostly electronic now. But then there were the people who just felt safer having cash. In Gotham it was a good idea. If the tower got knocked you weren’t going to be using your debit card. If you got held up you definitely weren’t going to have an easy time as even the dullest goons knew you could have the card cancelled and their time was wasted.

     But there normally wasn’t a problem getting a small box of your favourite cereal from the bodega on the corner. Except of course this would be the morning that “rent” was due. Not the legal kind, the extortion to whatever Rogue ran your neighborhood this week kind. Watching the muzzle of the gun slowly slide over the crowd, Eeny meeny miney mo, that tracked for the good luck you’d been having. 

     Teeth biting down on your lower lip, you stepped forward and stared up at the ceiling trying to ignore the entire situation. Hard to do when the arm around your waist tightened, metal pressing against your cheek, scraping as it adjusted to your height. And then there was a pulse low in your gut that you pretended didn’t happen. 

     Adrenaline, arousal. Tomato, tomahto.

     But the store owner folded like a house of cards in a stiff breeze, pulling out the already filled envelope. All bluster, no gas, standing very still even after the goons left, trying to find some sort of chill while your blood raced hot and thick raring for something to happen. But the brief hold up was over, and now you were late for work. 

     Given how the morning started, you really shouldn’t have been surprised when gunfire went off as you were refilling the deposit and withdrawal slips. A hand grabbing the back of your suit jacket and yanking you off balance. It said something about bank security that you recognized the musky sharp cologne before hearing his voice, head tilting back to see Harvey Dent’s jawline. Wasn’t it Wednesday already? Apparently not, feeling the snarl of his voice against your back even through the layers of fabric between you. 

“You know what we’re here for. Boys!’ 

     How did he find so many twins? Watching as five pair of men walked past you to the teller gate that was already open. Par for the course, the money was insured. Better to just give in and let them “rob” the bank. You watched in disbelief as one of the clients started crawling towards the unconscious security guard, surely not…

“Please no.’

     You mostly mouthed the words towards the client who glanced back at you as their fingers wrapped around the grip. A slight shake of your head to emphasize the absolute buffoonery would only cause trouble. But apparently Two Face wasn’t as oblivious as you’d assumed, gun arm swinging out and firing sending the body skidding along the floor, the recoil vibrating through you he forced himself to stay steady. The muzzle was then dragged along your chin, slightly warm. 

“One more hero and we’ll leave you looking worse than we do in the morning.’ 

     Kind of him to give you two chances, grateful for his obsession even as you wished that he’d take advantage of the situation to take you out. You could feel the flush spilling up your cheeks, pulse fluttering against the side of his hand. You wished it was panic you felt, hips shifting as you adjusted your feet for a better stance. 

     Not because the urge to grind back had become consuming. Not because you were picturing the grain of the wood if he decided to bend you over the small island for slips in the middle of the room. The grip on your chin shifted, scar tissue catching on sweat slick skin. The only reason you squared your shoulders was because you were fighting the urge to get away. 

     A soft grunt in your ear almost took you out, knees ready to drop because you were terrified, not because you thought it might garner you a little sympathy vote if you played your cards right. Compartmentalize, rein it in, forcing yourself to stay very still so maybe he would forget about you. Later, when someone asked you about the noise that spilled out of your mouth you lied and said it was a sob, of fear, obviously as he’d wrapped his hand around your throat and squeezed. 

     Which meant Gotham had her pound of flesh, and surely you’d be left alone for the rest of your day once the cops sent you home. With pay, of course, as they’d glared at your manager who’d begrudgingly agreed. So why not pick up your dry cleaning? Because you unfortunately seemed to be using the same one as the Joker. 

     You still couldn’t stop giggling, thankful that you’d only inhaled very diluted joker toxin. If it hadn’t been for the fact they’d messed up your order you might have gotten far worse. The embers of arousal had been burning holes in you all day, and you were doing your damndest to ignore it. You could still feel the imprints of the Joker’s fingers around your wrist from where he’d yanked you in the door. 

     Could still taste the oddly sweet but minty taste of the toxin at the back of your tongue, hovering like a sweet you couldn’t quite bring yourself to swallow. And for some reason you were sure that he knew, had stared into your eyes with those glowing green irises and plucked the information right out of your grey matter. Maybe that’s what had saved you, eternally thankful when the niggling finally stopped. 

     Though anyone with eyes could see that you’d been affected. The kindest word you could think of, glancing at the bus number briefly before stepping on board. Home was probably the better idea, slowly making your way down the aisle and sliding into an empty seat not looking at anyone as you tried to calm down. 

     Had to be a Gotham thing, had to just be something that happened when you lived in a city like this. With all the freaks running around it was no surprise that it rubbed off on the citizens, right? Yeah, that made sense, shifting in your seat as you stared out the window. God you just wanted to get home and take care of this so you could think clearly again.

[galebecky97]

a tiny tav and wyll and an unfinished lae'zel for the people

[chamerionwrites]

I don't wanna be wanky here but am I slightly perhaps just the tiniest bit put out that so many people are all "🤩I burn my life to make a sunrise that I know I'll never see😍" about Luthen when Cassian Andor's other tall sandy-haired spymaster came in for so much flack over (checks notes) ordering a hit on the lead engineer for THE DEATH STAR? Maybe so

[swan2swan]

Lyra Erso wearing a Jedi robe to honor and preserve their legacy >>>>>>>> a bunch of Jedi hdiing for years to avoid The Plot by just letting everyone around them die

[asthewintersun]

on the one hand, there's something enchanting about a one-off tragic love interest who only lasts a single episode... on the other hand, i'm an intense sucker for a slowburn, so every time 15 and rogue were having a moment, i just kept thinking how much more invested i'd be in it if rogue had already been around for a few episodes...

[invinciblerodent]

DEVASTATED to learn that there IS romance banter not related to the NPC/NPC ships, I just felt so caught up in dragging everyone's bond up to be mostly equal that for the better part of act 3, I had to bench all my favorites, and was more or less stuck with Emmrich and/or Lucanis (whose bonds were progressing slowest), rather than dragging my actual boyfriend and best friend through Northern Thedas as the Maker had intended.

This is one genuine little gripe I have, and kind of why I wish we still had three person parties: they probably wouldn't ever shut up, I know, but having one more person around would mean that bringing everyone's bond to a comfortable 8-9 by the endgame wouldn't leave me feeling the need to choose party members based not on who I actually want to be there, but on who has the lowest bond.

And the part that stinks is that I don't even really know if that did anything. Like if it mattered in the endgame or not. Idk.

[martyrmarked]

sidri trevelyan, debuff queen

[recalcitrantlycaffeinated]

DND: session 1 (The Drug Fog)

Our DM (making his first appearance) immediately opened our session by telling us that the planet we were approaching was covered in a mysterious fog. Seamus looked out into the fog and had to do a wisdom save, which he failed, so he started seeing things. When he said something about the fog didn't seem right, Traps immediately stuck his head into the fog saying, "Really? let me see!" Since it was a wisdom save, I obviously failed it, and was treated to a false memory vision of my childhood, involving a series of woodland animals getting married.

"I think this fog is drugs," I said with full confidence. "I've done drugs before, and I think this is a drug fog." Seamus got fully on board, except HIS theory was that somebody had drugged our beer we were drinking earlier.

A distress signal came through the fog, and a ship pulled up alongside. The man on the ship had an Irish accent, so he and Seamus were buddies for about five seconds, before he introduced himself and his Trading Company further, leading Seamus to characterize them as unjust colonizers. He offered us a great deal of gold to come down and help them with their fog problem. Not only was the fog causing strange and terrible visions, but fifty people had mysteriously been taken in the midst of all this, including everyone from the governor's manor. We were not particularly interested in being helpful, but between him threatening to call the cops on us for being thieves and murderers, and the fact that Hex (who was piloting the ship) is obsessed with gold and murdering, we accepted.

We took a skiff down to the planet, piloted by one of their guys (I was never quite clear on whether there were two or three of them because Irish accent + beardy DM + my bad hearing in group settings was NOT the best time). Amidst the fog, everything was a little off. Anybody who tried to figure out what the fog was got hit with more visions. Hex even had one where they saw our own skiff coming back from the other direction, full of our own dead bodies. I did not have any of these extra visions because I was not trying to figure out the fog because it was OBVIOUSLY a drug fog.

And then the pilot crashed the skiff. Three out of the five of us failed dex saves and got thrown into an iron gate (instantly halving my hit points). And then three out of the five of us failed our wisdom saves and got hit with fog visions of what we feared most. (Seamus and I failed both saves; Paladin Dad failed neither.) Seamus saw his first wife and child, who had died in a fire, and ended up so afraid he was fully petrified and needed to be healed by Paladin Dad, who did this by slapping him and yelling "Get in a fight, Seamus!" Hex saw spiders, and got so afraid, they ran away. I saw my elementary school teacher. [Clearly, Seamus and I take roleplaying very seriously in VERY different ways.] I tried to attack him.

Then a spider in a lab coat, which was probably real and not a vision, started attacking by blasting blue streaks out of its arms, and some human guys started trying to take the bodies of the Irishmen away. Xander and Paladin Dad tried to attack them, but only one type of damage seemed to work on them. Seamus said "Prayer is overrated," and chose to attack instead, and rolled a Nat 1, very nearly injuring himself, while the (priest) DM told him "This is what you get for saying prayer is overrated!" I ran over to the lab coat spider and yelled dramatically, "Spiders can't do science!!" aaaaand immediately stabbed myself in the leg with my rapier because I rolled another Nat 1. At this point, Seamus yelled that we should retreat, so we all joined Hex in fleeing combat towards the manor, as in the background the Irish NPCs got picked up by giant fog hands.

I have 10 hit points. Our paladin has one heal left until we rest. And our cleric-rogue can't come to the next campaign session at all. If I die without ever getting to roll sneak attack damage I will be devastated.

[flythesail]

"Jyn and Cassian were exclusively platonic" arguments still happening in 2023 is so funny likeeeeee 😭

[electric-rabbits]

A lot can be said about the Doctor and Rogue's kiss, and if it is or isn't a first for the show, but there's no denying one thing: Russell T. Davies puts his money where his mouth is:

After years of insinuations, throw-away lines, kisses that conveniently only happen once one of the characters changes their gender (looking at you Missy. I love you I miss you but come on), and, especially, after all of the wasted potential of Yas and the Doctor, where both actresses were fully on board with a romance and the text seemed to support it but they didn't even get a kiss, my man Russell did it in, what, 4 episodes?

Congrats to Doctor Yaoi, you will always be famous

[cxpperhead]

Dark Earth Zodiac

The Underearth

The Underearth is a place of slow-shifting roots, the quietest and most constant life of the forest. Those who find themselves aligned with the Underearth are those who find their truest selves not in the eyes of another or the light of the sun, but in private acts of creation. They tend to be dutiful, capable, and thoughtful, whilst also often being slow to change, awkward, and anxious. While many pass the Underearth by without notice, those few who make it past topsoil and into the heart below are held dear. It is rare that someone can delve to the true center of those under this sign. The earth keeps its secrets close to its chest-- sometimes, so deep that it cannot find them when it does choose to look. The Underearth are devoted to their work, able to criticize and peek and prod just where it needs, but they have no such luck with probing the self. People under this sign can be enormously generous. Though less showy than some of the other signs, when the Underearth does choose to shine, they are like a clean cut gem, brilliant, sharp, and precious. They tend to favor gifts of their own making, paying close attention to what it is that delights those around them. They prefer to avoid being the center of attention themselves, however, and often do not know how to react to being shown the same care that they show to those they love.

Tagged by: @mirrordread (thank you!!! ♡) Tagging: @question-marked, @umbrellamedic and whoever would like to do it?

[touchofhemlocktea]

If he becomes silver age joker with some dark humor thrown in...

That could be fun.

DC X DP PROMPT

Many in Gotham forget that the Joker was once a normal man. That the deranged mad man was once just like them. Many don’t want to remember the fact that it was society that broke him, that when he needed others the most no one came to help him. How he turned to a life of crime and when Batman showed up to stop him… the Bat failed to save him.

But that’s the thing about the Joker, he could have been fine. He could have been helped, right up until he fell in that vat at Ace Chemicals. That vat of ectoplasm changed him, amplifying everything about himself. Every dark thought brought to the surface.

Well up until the Joker finds an injured child in Gotham, the child siphoning something out of him. Suddenly Joker’s mind was quieter than ever, no laughter or pain. He was relaxed. He looked to the child before him, now looking better than before.

Joker: Well that’s a new one, how would you like an apprenticeship?

[bonestrouslingbones]

i HATE the crime gang now actually. i'm trying to build up the courage to mayhaps "officially" post my sims garbage one day & downloaded a bunch of poses & props to get real professionally cringe with it and so far the very first thing i've gotten is rogue and smiley doing slightly uncomfortably homoerotic unethical human experimentation