#ship: gangie

[imogenkol]

Pairing: Imogen Kol (oc) x Bix Caleen Word Count: 3,535 Rating: Mature Warnings: loss of limb, mentions of torture, trauma Tags: more traumatic backstory, angst, hurt/comfort, trying and failing to repress feelings Read it on Ao3! / Previous Chapter

Summary: In the days of recovery on Gangi Moon, Imogen is faced with her own repressed truths.

Imogen’s sharp scream cut a tense silence throughout the chamber as it echoed off the walls, and she collapsed onto the floor. The Inquisitor clutched at the freshly cauterized stump of her left leg. The strike had been swift and precise – right above the knee. Half of her leg gone, just like that. She could hardly believe it. 

With the scent of her own burning flesh acrid in her lungs, agony scorched throughout her nerves. She fought to conceal it as much as she could. Weakness would not bode well with her peers. They studied her closely now, searching for the slightest crack in her facade.

The hum of Vader’s lightsaber accompanied by his mechanical breaths became the only sounds in the training room. The blade’s aura reflected off of the mirrored black floor and bathed her in a crimson light. Imogen felt the Dark Lord’s presence silently loom over her, waiting for a reaction. 

After a few shaky breaths, Imogen forced her gaze up to meet her Master’s. Her glare bore into the black lenses of his helmet so intensely that she could almost picture the eyes that hid behind them. Or maybe they just reflected her own storming irises. The longer she held his unreadable stare, the more white-hot rage boiled up from the source of her pain, filling every vein – every remaining limb and outward until the chamber physically shook. Imogen herself remained frighteningly still. 

“Good,” Vader said, sensing her hatred. 

His praise only made her angrier. “I have already killed one of my masters,” she growled through clenched teeth. “I would not push too far, my lord.” 

The entire chamber seemed to hold its breath, but Vader barely reacted to the threat. “Then take your blade and attempt to strike me down. Waste all of your fury on a foolish vendetta.” 

Imogen nearly reached for her lightsaber. One day, I just might, she thought to herself. 

Vader clutched the hilt of his saber a little tighter. The bright red blade hummed deeper for just a second as if it craved to take another limb. Perhaps Imogen’s head this time. “What you have will be taken from you if you are not willing to sacrifice it. I have given you a valuable tool, Inquisitor. Use it against your true enemies and you will grow more powerful than before.”

The chances of surviving an attack against Vader when she had both of her legs were slim to none. Being incapacitated and surrounded by other Inquisitors that wouldn’t hesitate to swarm her if she made a move against their master practically guaranteed failure. No matter. Imogen was no stranger to biding her time and waiting for the right opportunity. Besides, he was right. With the right amount of discipline, she could use the familiar resentment brewing inside to make herself strong enough to win any fight.

Imogen finally tore her vengeful scowl off of the Sith Lord and bowed her head. “Yes, Lord Vader.”

—

Imogen sat in the cockpit and absentmindedly massaged her leg where flesh met machine. It ached every now and then. For years she convinced herself to welcome the pain, yet still continued the practice of willing it away with a gentle hand in private. If no one saw her weakness, she could turn a blind eye to it, too, could she not?

Imogen wasn’t exactly alone now.

Bix had yet to find any sleep, but she continued to rest on the cot. Frequent checks throughout their flight path did little to assure Imogen of the mechanic’s recovery. Without the excitement of battle, whatever life Bix had gotten back only seemed to weigh heavier in the quiet of the ship. She would grow so overcome with bouts of shivers that even the coat Cassian had given her did not provide enough warmth. A whispered voice sometimes traveled through the halls of the Huntress as well, so small and haunting that Imogen could not make out a single word. They would silence as soon as she got too close, but she knew Bix muttered to herself. 

The longer their trip through hyperspace, the more the bounty hunter feared her mechanic was beyond repair. Once Imogen reunited Bix with her people, she could consider her obligation fulfilled and be on her way. It should not be her responsibility. She knew better. Yet, Imogen did not entertain the idea for more than a very brief moment. She felt as resolved as she did in that tunnel beneath the hotel.

Imogen reluctantly admitted to herself that she was resigned to stay, whatever that may look like. 

They arrived safely at their destination on Gangi Moon. Cassian must have named this particular system for its vacancy, but Imogen remained vigilant as she flew low in search of a proper place to land. Whether Cassian or any other refugees from Ferrix would arrive, it was too early to tell. The best Imogen could do was tuck the Huntress away in the safest area possible and activate her scanners for any ships that entered their range. 

It could be hours or even days of waiting, so Imogen decided to check on their supplies and run diagnostics to pass some time. As she walked about the ship, she would take note of Bix and her condition. Nothing much changed. The bounty hunter was far too out of her element. She only understood how to deal damage, not mend it. Imogen lingered by the cot, unsure of what to say or do.

For the first time in her life, Imogen felt useless and she hated herself for it. Not as much as she hated herself for her involvement in this mess. As she turned to leave, a clear voice broke the heavy silence. 

“Have you ever tortured someone?” Bix asked, her expression still mostly vacant. 

Imogen went still. This line of questioning would lead to nowhere good, but she answered honestly anyway. “Yes.” 

The revelation didn’t seem to surprise her. Why should it? Horror stories of the Inquisitors terrorizing the galaxy spread far and wide, especially during Imogen’s service to the Empire. “How did you do it?” 

Imogen balked further. “Is this really a conversation you wish to have, Bix?”

“Tell me,” she commanded with a weary tone.

After a long sigh, she said “I would force my way into their minds to extract the information I sought.” 

“And?”

It’s not that Imogen felt ashamed of her past. Rather, she felt shame for the absence of it. That never bothered her before the mechanic found a way into her heart. Imogen worried how Bix might look at her differently. She has known who Imogen used to be for a long time. It is not difficult to surmise the depth of evil that she has enacted. Despite being some ten years removed from the Empire, Imogen still carried the same darkness – the darkness that has been with her since she was a child. The darkness is her. Nothing and no one could change that.

“The process is invasive and excruciating enough that the subject would often confess just to get me to stop.” 

“How did it make you feel?”

“I never thought about that, it had simply been a part of my job.”

The mechanic finally locked eyes with the former Inquisitor. Her hollow, broken gaze mirrored many of Imogen’s victims after she had her way with them. A sudden and visceral reaction crawled up Imogen’s throat like sickness. Her fists clenched and she swallowed hard to push it down, shifting her weight onto her enhanced leg to avoid losing balance.

“How did it make you feel?” Bix calmly repeated. 

Imogen noticed her chest heave as she stared down at the floor. “Powerful.” Though the feeling twisting herself inside her now was anything but. 

“Thank you,” Bix said after a brief silence. Imogen’s brow creased and she glanced back up in confusion. “For being honest with me.”

She found honesty to be synonymous with painful truths, yet offered gratitude for receiving their knowledge. Bix had no judgment in her eyes. She did not glare at Imogen in hatred the way so many others have done in the past. Imogen found it strange, but once she contemplated it, she realized she should not have expected anything less. This was simply another form of Bix’s unshakeable boldness. 

Imogen recalled the first time the mechanic noticed her lightsaber. 

“It’s not what you think,” she said as Bix eyed the hilt on her belt.

The mechanic took it as a game at first. “Oh? And what do I think it is?”

“You have heard of the Empire’s Inquisitors?”

“Everyone has at this point.”

Imogen almost didn’t tell her. But at that time, she thought there were many other women in the galaxy to replace what she might lose for speaking the truth. How foolish to believe anyone else could compare to the pull she felt towards Bix. “Years ago, I went by the name of Fourth Sister. It has been even longer since I was called Jedi.”

Bix kissed her that day, despite the revelation of what she used to be. Her hands had unfastened her clothes and her lips dragged hungrily across her bare skin just as they had before she knew. Imogen missed her touch more desperately each passing moment, but she would have lost it anyway if she had not given it up. More importantly, she did not deserve to have it in the first place. 

Just then the ship’s sensors alerted. Imogen pulled herself out of her own mind and said “That might be Cassian.”

As she made for the cockpit, Bix’s hand shot out and caught her wrist. Imogen’s gaze zeroed in on their contact, her entire body stiffening once more. “Is this… Are you going to disappear again?”

She felt that familiar, recurring ache. “If you wish it.”

Bix shook her head. “I never have.”

All of the times she visited Ferrix, she never considered any of her exits to be a vanishing act. The way Bix spoke made it seem like Imogen had abandoned her often. How long had she quietly yearned for something more?

Imogen bit the inside of her cheek, hoping that the pain would overshadow what threatened to consume her. Though, it felt far too late for that. “Very well.”

The ship that crossed their range carried a small group of survivors from Ferrix. Cassian remained missing, but Imogen had a feeling that he must be alive out there somewhere. Or maybe she found Bix’s insistence on that assumption to be infectious. Either way, she reunited her mechanic with people that cared for her and that was good enough. 

While Imogen had every intention to stay, she kept her distance from the group. They built a fire at night and rested under a thick blanket of stars. Imogen lingered at the edge of camp and quietly observed them. The boy sat solemnly, occasionally wiping away a stray tear until the box shaped droid said something to him that brought the hint of a smile to his face. Brasso tended to the fire and made sure they all had enough to eat. In a way, they reminded her of the Mantis crew – a strange collection of people that formed a tight knit sense of community. It was a dynamic she witnessed many times throughout her life and one she always struggled to understand. 

Imogen’s gaze drifted back to her mechanic. The older woman, Jezzi, covered Bix in a blanket and held an arm around her as she started to drift off while staring into the flames. It may be the first time she will be able to get a proper rest. Imogen released some of the tension in her shoulders.

Her muscles tightened back up almost immediately when she noticed Brasso approach. 

The broad-shouldered scrapper held a bowl in his hand which he offered with an flat smile. “I wanted to say thank you for what you did.”

Imogen kept her arms crossed and looked away. “I have no use nor desire for your gratitude.” 

“What about for dinner?” He motioned for her to accept whatever steamed in the bowl. 

She could have survived well off of ration packs, but the savory scent of broth made her mouth water. After a long moment of hesitation, she reached out and took it. The wooden bowl’s warm sides were just cool enough to handle and she raised the edge of it to her lips, taking a small sip. The bountiful flavor flowed over her taste buds and settled comfortably in her stomach. Perhaps it would do her well to consider a little more variety in her rations.  

“Are you staying with us?” Brasso asked. 

“I am staying with her,” Imogen replied.  

“Right, well…” He followed her line of sight to where Bix had finally lost her battle against sleep. “I think that will be good.” 

She scowled, suspicious that anyone apart from Bix appreciated her presence. “Good?”

Brasso half-shrugged. “I was wrong about you.”

Imogen imagined that he has made many judgements towards her just as much as anyone else. It mattered little to her, since most were bound to be true. “You weren’t wrong about me.”

He shook his head and gave her a small, knowing smile that she did not like in the slightest. “I think many people are.”

Brasso stepped away and returned to the fire. Imogen watched them for a while longer, feeling rather perturbed by the scrapper’s last comment. She didn’t understand why she dwelled on it or why she cared enough to try and decipher his intentions. The bounty hunter could not care less about his impression of her, good or bad. Or so she thought. It gradually dawned on Imogen that an opinion other than Bix’s had suddenly held meaning for her. 

To seek out praise or high opinion was childish and led nowhere but a dead-end path. Imogen did not harbor such foolish insecurities, she was far better than that. So she shoved that naive sentiment down, set the bowl of broth aside, and trudged back to the Huntress alone for the night.

From then on, Imogen did her utmost to avoid them. She did not accept their food or warm herself by their fire and only communicated when she had to. No matter how hard she tried, though, she could not stray too far from Bix. Imogen always kept the mechanic within her sight. The desire to see her condition improve motivated Imogen to participate in her care. She encouraged Bix to eat and sometimes watched over her as she slept. What she enjoyed most were the walks she convinced Bix to take with her. 

A riverbank ran not too far from their makeshift camp. The morning shone brightly and the breeze blew crisp. It felt rejuvenating to have no one besides the company of the woman at her side and the gentle flow of water in her ears. 

They stopped by the edge for a few minutes. Imogen watched as Bix closed her eyes and tilted her head up towards the sun of Gangi Moon. Ferrix had been an overcast planet more often than not and its citizens became well adapted to the cold mist. Imogen assumed it must be nice to feel the warmth of a completely different star. Bix’s skin absorbed the golden rays, banishing the ashen tone from her time in captivity and returning to her normal tawny complexion. It brought Imogen a rare feeling of joy to see her look so peaceful after what she endured.

As if sensing Imogen’s stare, Bix cracked one eye open and gave the bounty hunter a side-long glance. “Wow,” she mused before closing it again. “You’re smiling.” 

Imogen hadn’t noticed the slip. With the mechanic’s averted gaze, she allowed the expression to linger. “It’s not as if you’ve never seen me smile before.” 

“I haven’t. Not like that,” Bix replied, her body swaying with the calm wind.

Imogen delayed her response to observe the other woman for as long as she could. “You’re mistaken.”

At that, Bix turned to fully look at her. She studied Imogen’s features without the slightest hint of shame until a gentle upturn tugged at the corner of her own mouth. “You have a beautiful smile.”

A muscle that Imogen didn’t even know she had twisted inside of her chest. She couldn’t bring herself to look away or utter a word. All she managed was to drink in the sunlight pouring honey into the mechanic’s rich eyes.

“Everything looks more beautiful to me now,” Bix continued, staring off over the water. “I took so many things for granted.” 

“Are you saying I am one of them?” Imogen asked incredulously. 

After a prolonged beat, Bix spoke thoughtfully. “The moment I realized what Timm had done, I felt like the biggest fool. I mourned him, I really did, but I was also so angry with myself because I should have known better. It’s something I would have expected you to do.” She chuckled softly and shook her head. “And yet… if you had asked me to be with you that day you left, I would have said yes.”

The bounty hunter nodded earnestly. “That is why I walked away.”

Bix’s smile turned as warm as the sun. “That’s why I shouldn’t have let you.” 

Imogen glanced down, grin still stuck on her lips. She didn’t expect Bix’s words to change things between them, but they were still good to hear. “In your defense, I have made far worse betrayals than Timm. Your judgment isn’t at fault, he was.” 

“I guess I better get used to people surprising me,” Bix said. 

“The trick is to lower your expectations.”

“Ironically, you’ve raised them.”

Imogen scoffed and folded her arms. “I find that hard to believe.”

“You cut Paak down.”

The bounty hunter clenched her jaw. She had forgotten all about Paak. How Bix could have possibly known Imogen cut his body down after the Imperials hanged him on Rix Road was a mystery. Their escape had been far too chaotic and she doubted the mechanic would have been able to spot his body, much less assume Imogen to be the one who had moved it. Regardless, Imogen felt sheepish at the accusation. 

“Brasso told me,” Bix explained. “He said some people saw you before dawn.”

“I did not wish for you to see him in such a state,” she admitted quietly. 

“Whatever your reason, that meant a lot. Not just to me.” 

The scrapper’s strange sentiment from the other night suddenly made more sense. Imogen weakly shook her head. “It was a waste of time.”

Bix reached out and gently untangled her arms to take one of Imogen’s hands in hers. It was the first real touch they shared since they arrived on the moon. Imogen felt Bix’s thumb caress her knuckles and her pulse skyrocketed as oxygen stuttered in and out of her lungs. “I don’t believe you really think that.”

Imogen’s body seemed locked in place like she had been made of stone. But then her joints loosened one by one and her boot slid over the damp soil as she took a step closer. She knew it hadn’t been a waste of time, not when she received the look she got now. With a numb hand, she slowly reached up and brushed the tip of her thumb across the mechanic’s cheek. The touch so brief and feather-light that Bix might have mistaken it for the breeze if she hadn’t seen it coming. 

“I did it because I care about you,” Imogen finally said out loud. She cared so much she thought her chest might burst.

Bix squeezed her hand as tight as a tether. “I know you do.”

“Then why does it matter so much for you to hear me say it?” she asked desperately, fear and anger coiling around her throat like twin serpents. 

“Because I know how hard it is for you to be open.”

The serpents tightened like an invisible noose. What was she meant to do with this? Imogen could not have her, yet she did not possess the strength to let her go either. The one defense that has kept the bounty hunter alive for years and years crumbled down to rubble. Imogen no longer wished to be alone and she wondered if it had been that way all along, buried so deeply that she never noticed it before. Somehow, she felt more lost than ever at that moment. But her hand still rested in the gentle grip of her mechanic and she focused on the warmth of her skin to ground herself. 

“And it’s… really good to hear it, too,” Bix added softly. 

“Bix, I –”

“Bix!” An excited voice called close by. They both glanced over to see Wilmon rush over as he pointed at the sky. A lone ship in the distance traveled towards them at a low altitude. Imogen tensed, but the boy quickly explained. “It’s Cassian!” 

Much remained unsaid. The conclusion Imogen came to as Bix smiled at her and led her back to camp was that she was completely and utterly damned. They both were. 

[verosvault]

Y'ALL! GO WATCH MICE & MURDER! IT'S SO GOOD!!!!

🚨MICE & MURDER SPOILERS IN THE TAGS!!!🚨

Okay so I'm slowly going through the massive backlog of Dimension 20 because it is PRECISELY my speed for actual plays and the first old season I watched was Mice and Murder because my husband and I are huge murder mystery fans and. You guys. This season is so good.

I know I'm preaching to the choir because the m&m Tumblr tag consists entirely of "Mice and Murder is underrated" and "this is a post about D20 in which I have tagged the name of every season," so I will leave most of the gushing to one side and just give my biggest takeaway.

Mice and Murder is a masterclass of how to start playing D&D and how to support people who are just starting playing D&D. From Brennan's patient leading of players to conclusions without being pushy or condescending, to Ally's welcoming energy as the one experienced player, to all the newbies learning their rhythm and just diving in...it gives some really good models of what an early D&D experience can be like and I just respect it so much for that.

(If you are intrigued by my thesis and haven't watched that season's Adventuring Party, absolutely go do that, cause they really get down into it and I love it.)

[gorgeous-slut69]

“…as long as you are on this pitiful planet that humans call beautiful, nature has already turned its back on you.”

HELLOO!! welcome to my humble character page, im super excited to join these rp blogs lol! please give it up for my beloved oc, ray bradbury!

im not exactly sure how introductions are supposed to go, so i apologize for any errors. anyways, please don’t engage in any nsfw with me! yes ray is an adult, he is a flirt, and he did get taught that one thing that all pm members (he’s ex-pm lmao) got taught but please do NOT actually roleplay or engage in it with him. lightly mentioning sexual topics is fine though! (ex: “yeah hoe this is why you’re still a virgin LMAO” “idk if they’ll sleep with you but you can go for it”) you can also like mention the thing that pm members get taught but again do not do explicit or graphic or any sort of nsfw with me, thank you!

most types of gore is fine, i really don’t mind. death, torture, all of that. as long as it’s not like south park level graphicly described im totally okay with it!

tws for gore, eds, sh, suicide, some gore, the belief that “god” has abandoned the earth, terrorism, toxic relationships, and cultism…

in the universe i created with him, ray is canonically in a not-so-healthy relationship with chuuya! however ships are welcome, though they’ll probably either be one-sided and destined to crash and burn, aka ray’s only using them for his own benefit, so keep this in mind. you’ve been warned. also please ask ne first, thank you!

. . .

character stuff!

name: ray bradbury

ability: there will come soft rains. ray has the ability to cause anything that he touches to slowly get destroyed/deteriorate back into nature. if the said thing is a human or something living, it’ll kick in within a matter of seconds, but if it’s something larger or stronger like metal, it may take longer (10 minutes at best!)

he’s ex-port mafia and 1. is now a part of the doa and 2. is the leader of a literal cult where he brainwashed people into worshipping him like a god. he is NOT okay dude.

also he absolutely despises dogs and he’s 5’5 SHORTIE!

art by me! have fun gangy

[notnights]

Raga and Jax as a pairing is probably the least appealing of the ships to me because everything I'd like it for is the same reasons as I'd like Jax and Gang for only more watered down. Other people will have their own reasons for liking a pairing so maybe some folk pair those two for reasons differently from why I like Jax and Gangle but

Sometimes I see really specific fanart or fanfic that gives what I imagine to Jax and Gang to Raga and him and I'm like ughh this concept can kind of fit them but would be stronger with the other two. And maybe thats because we don't know a whole lot about Gangy compared to Raga or something idk.

But then I see bundoll shippers complain about ribbonnie being about a bully and victim and would be abusive, as if Jax doesn't bully EVERY one in the circus including Raga, as if a big joke in the pilot wasn't him sneaking into her PRIVATE ROOM and leaving something that scares her in there. And even if he was joking just to mess with her that's still mean. That's still bullying her.

Again that isn't a problem if you ship them its just REALLY WEIRD If you're someone who ships them but then complains about ribunny for the same problems.

There are some folk who ship Jax and Raga for more wholesome reasons I'm sure, we all have our own reasons to like a pairing, but there are some who like it for the same things ribbon offers and I'm like damn that's crazy how that works.

And think the only difference is that while we see Raga retaliate against Jax in the episode towards his bad behavior, Gangly does not. I firmly believe she won't be a pushover forever we'll def see some kind of conflict between her and Jax; if not Jax and everyone at once. But it's interesting how such a small difference in that form of the pairings can effect the judgement of them. Anyways I've said this before but I think all ADC ships are valid and have merit cause they all can be funny and cute, and have a certain amount of drama (some more than others; I like the ones with more as seen), so I'm just kind of thinking out loud right now as if tumblr is my personal journal (BAD IDEA).

I don't dislike bonniedollie I'm just thinking out loud about how any ideas I can give them (for something that appeals to me specifically), is something I can see given with ribbbun and communicated in an even stronger way. So it's probably the pairing that will get the least amount of attention from me.

Which is a shame because there is so much good art of it. People are clearly getting a lot of inspiration from it. But I guess I umped in the Gangy Jaxxy boat too early to be able to enjoy another boat that just has everything I already have in this one.

[melancholyd]

Yonahara (Gonta x Angie) Edit

These two are so precious~

[imogenkol]

pairing: Imogen Kol (oc) x Bix Caleen word count: 3.5k rating: mature (18+) warnings: loss of limb, mentions of torture, trauma tags: more traumatic backstory, flashback, angst, hurt/comfort, trying and failing to repress feelings read it on ao3! / previous chapter

Summary: In the days of recovery on Gangi Moon, Imogen is faced with her own repressed truths.

Imogen’s sharp scream cut a tense silence throughout the chamber as it echoed off the walls, and she collapsed onto the floor. The Inquisitor clutched at the freshly cauterized stump of her left leg. The strike had been swift and precise – right above the knee. Half of her leg gone, just like that. She could hardly believe it. 

With the scent of her own burning flesh acrid in her lungs, agony scorched throughout her nerves. She fought to conceal it as much as she could. Weakness would not bode well with her peers. They studied her closely now, searching for the slightest crack in her facade.

The hum of Vader’s lightsaber accompanied by his mechanical breaths became the only sounds in the training room. The blade’s aura reflected off of the mirrored black floor and bathed her in a crimson light. Imogen felt the Dark Lord’s presence silently loom over her, waiting for a reaction. 

After a few shaky breaths, Imogen forced her gaze up to meet her Master’s. Her glare bore into the black lenses of his helmet so intensely that she could almost picture the eyes that hid behind them. Or maybe they just reflected her own storming irises. The longer she held his unreadable stare, the more white-hot rage boiled up from the source of her pain, filling every vein – every remaining limb and outward until the chamber physically shook. Imogen herself remained frighteningly still. 

“Good,” Vader said, sensing her hatred. 

His praise only made her angrier. “I have already killed one of my masters,” she growled through clenched teeth. “I would not push too far, my lord.” 

The entire chamber seemed to hold its breath, but Vader barely reacted to the threat. “Then take your blade and attempt to strike me down. Waste all of your fury on a foolish vendetta.” 

Imogen nearly reached for her lightsaber. One day, I just might, she thought to herself. 

Vader clutched the hilt of his saber a little tighter. The bright red blade hummed deeper for just a second as if it craved to take another limb. Perhaps Imogen’s head this time. “What you have will be taken from you if you are not willing to sacrifice it. I have given you a valuable tool, Inquisitor. Use it against your true enemies and you will grow more powerful than before.”

The chances of surviving an attack against Vader when she had both of her legs were slim to none. Being incapacitated and surrounded by other Inquisitors that wouldn’t hesitate to swarm her if she made a move against their master practically guaranteed failure. No matter. Imogen was no stranger to biding her time and waiting for the right opportunity. Besides, he was right. With the right amount of discipline, she could use the familiar resentment brewing inside to make herself strong enough to win any fight.

Imogen finally tore her vengeful scowl off of the Sith Lord and bowed her head. “Yes, Lord Vader.”

—

Imogen sat in the cockpit and absentmindedly massaged her leg where flesh met machine. It ached every now and then. For years she convinced herself to welcome the pain, yet still continued the practice of willing it away with a gentle hand in private. If no one saw her weakness, she could turn a blind eye to it, too, could she not?

Imogen wasn’t exactly alone now.

Bix had yet to find any sleep, but she continued to rest on the cot. Frequent checks throughout their flight path did little to assure Imogen of the mechanic’s recovery. Without the excitement of battle, whatever life Bix had gotten back only seemed to weigh heavier in the quiet of the ship. She would grow so overcome with bouts of shivers that even the coat Cassian had given her did not provide enough warmth. A whispered voice sometimes traveled through the halls of the Huntress as well, so small and haunting that Imogen could not make out a single word. They would silence as soon as she got too close, but she knew Bix muttered to herself. 

The longer their trip through hyperspace, the more the bounty hunter feared her mechanic was beyond repair. Once Imogen reunited Bix with her people, she could consider her obligation fulfilled and be on her way. It should not be her responsibility. She knew better. Yet, Imogen did not entertain the idea for more than a very brief moment. She felt as resolved as she did in that tunnel beneath the hotel.

Imogen reluctantly admitted to herself that she was resigned to stay, whatever that may look like. 

They arrived safely at their destination on Gangi Moon. Cassian must have named this particular system for its vacancy, but Imogen remained vigilant as she flew low in search of a proper place to land. Whether Cassian or any other refugees from Ferrix would arrive, it was too early to tell. The best Imogen could do was tuck the Huntress away in the safest area possible and activate her scanners for any ships that entered their range. 

It could be hours or even days of waiting, so Imogen decided to check on their supplies and run diagnostics to pass some time. As she walked about the ship, she would take note of Bix and her condition. Nothing much changed. The bounty hunter was far too out of her element. She only understood how to deal damage, not mend it. Imogen lingered by the cot, unsure of what to say or do.

For the first time in her life, Imogen felt useless and she hated herself for it. Not as much as she hated herself for her involvement in this mess. As she turned to leave, a clear voice broke the heavy silence. 

“Have you ever tortured someone?” Bix asked, her expression still mostly vacant. 

Imogen went still. This line of questioning would lead to nowhere good, but she answered honestly anyway. “Yes.” 

The revelation didn’t seem to surprise her. Why should it? Horror stories of the Inquisitors terrorizing the galaxy spread far and wide, especially during Imogen’s service to the Empire. “How did you do it?” 

Imogen balked further. “Is this really a conversation you wish to have, Bix?”

“Tell me,” she commanded with a weary tone.

After a long sigh, she said “I would force my way into their minds to extract the information I sought.” 

“And?”

It’s not that Imogen felt ashamed of her past. Rather, she felt shame for the absence of it. That never bothered her before the mechanic found a way into her heart. Imogen worried how Bix might look at her differently. She has known who Imogen used to be for a long time. It is not difficult to surmise the depth of evil that she has enacted. Despite being some ten years removed from the Empire, Imogen still carried the same darkness – the darkness that has been with her since she was a child. The darkness is her. Nothing and no one could change that.

“The process is invasive and excruciating enough that the subject would often confess just to get me to stop.” 

“How did it make you feel?”

“I never thought about that, it had simply been a part of my job.”

The mechanic finally locked eyes with the former Inquisitor. Her hollow, broken gaze mirrored many of Imogen’s victims after she had her way with them. A sudden and visceral reaction crawled up Imogen’s throat like sickness. Her fists clenched and she swallowed hard to push it down, shifting her weight onto her enhanced leg to avoid losing balance.

“How did it make you feel?” Bix calmly repeated. 

Imogen noticed her chest heave as she stared down at the floor. “Powerful.” Though the feeling twisting herself inside her now was anything but. 

“Thank you,” Bix said after a brief silence. Imogen’s brow creased and she glanced back up in confusion. “For being honest with me.”

She found honesty to be synonymous with painful truths, yet offered gratitude for receiving their knowledge. Bix had no judgment in her eyes. She did not glare at Imogen in hatred the way so many others have done in the past. Imogen found it strange, but once she contemplated it, she realized she should not have expected anything less. This was simply another form of Bix’s unshakeable boldness. 

Imogen recalled the first time the mechanic noticed her lightsaber. 

“It’s not what you think,” she said as Bix eyed the hilt on her belt.

The mechanic took it as a game at first. “Oh? And what do I think it is?”

“You have heard of the Empire’s Inquisitors?”

“Everyone has at this point.”

Imogen almost didn’t tell her. But at that time, she thought there were many other women in the galaxy to replace what she might lose for speaking the truth. How foolish to believe anyone else could compare to the pull she felt towards Bix. “Years ago, I went by the name of Fourth Sister. It has been even longer since I was called Jedi.”

Bix kissed her that day, despite the revelation of what she used to be. Her hands had unfastened her clothes and her lips dragged hungrily across her bare skin just as they had before she knew. Imogen missed her touch more desperately each passing moment, but she would have lost it anyway if she had not given it up. More importantly, she did not deserve to have it in the first place. 

Just then the ship’s sensors alerted. Imogen pulled herself out of her own mind and said “That might be Cassian.”

As she made for the cockpit, Bix’s hand shot out and caught her wrist. Imogen’s gaze zeroed in on their contact, her entire body stiffening once more. “Is this… Are you going to disappear again?”

She felt that familiar, recurring ache. “If you wish it.”

Bix shook her head. “I never have.”

All of the times she visited Ferrix, she never considered any of her exits to be a vanishing act. The way Bix spoke made it seem like Imogen had abandoned her often. How long had she quietly yearned for something more?

Imogen bit the inside of her cheek, hoping that the pain would overshadow what threatened to consume her. Though, it felt far too late for that. “Very well.”

The ship that crossed their range carried a small group of survivors from Ferrix. Cassian remained missing, but Imogen had a feeling that he must be alive out there somewhere. Or maybe she found Bix’s insistence on that assumption to be infectious. Either way, she reunited her mechanic with people that cared for her and that was good enough. 

While Imogen had every intention to stay, she kept her distance from the group. They built a fire at night and rested under a thick blanket of stars. Imogen lingered at the edge of camp and quietly observed them. The boy sat solemnly, occasionally wiping away a stray tear until the box shaped droid said something to him that brought the hint of a smile to his face. Brasso tended to the fire and made sure they all had enough to eat. In a way, they reminded her of the Mantis crew – a strange collection of people that formed a tight knit sense of community. It was a dynamic she witnessed many times throughout her life and one she always struggled to understand. 

Imogen’s gaze drifted back to her mechanic. The older woman, Jezzi, covered Bix in a blanket and held an arm around her as she started to drift off while staring into the flames. It may be the first time she will be able to get a proper rest. Imogen released some of the tension in her shoulders.

Her muscles tightened back up almost immediately when she noticed Brasso approach. 

The broad-shouldered scrapper held a bowl in his hand which he offered with an flat smile. “I wanted to say thank you for what you did.”

Imogen kept her arms crossed and looked away. “I have no use nor desire for your gratitude.” 

“What about for dinner?” He motioned for her to accept whatever steamed in the bowl. 

She could have survived well off of ration packs, but the savory scent of broth made her mouth water. After a long moment of hesitation, she reached out and took it. The wooden bowl’s warm sides were just cool enough to handle and she raised the edge of it to her lips, taking a small sip. The bountiful flavor flowed over her taste buds and settled comfortably in her stomach. Perhaps it would do her well to consider a little more variety in her rations.  

“Are you staying with us?” Brasso asked. 

“I am staying with her,” Imogen replied.  

“Right, well…” He followed her line of sight to where Bix had finally lost her battle against sleep. “I think that will be good.” 

She scowled, suspicious that anyone apart from Bix appreciated her presence. “Good?”

Brasso half-shrugged. “I was wrong about you.”

Imogen imagined that he has made many judgements towards her just as much as anyone else. It mattered little to her, since most were bound to be true. “You weren’t wrong about me.”

He shook his head and gave her a small, knowing smile that she did not like in the slightest. “I think many people are.”

Brasso stepped away and returned to the fire. Imogen watched them for a while longer, feeling rather perturbed by the scrapper’s last comment. She didn’t understand why she dwelled on it or why she cared enough to try and decipher his intentions. The bounty hunter could not care less about his impression of her, good or bad. Or so she thought. It gradually dawned on Imogen that an opinion other than Bix’s had suddenly held meaning for her. 

To seek out praise or high opinion was childish and led nowhere but a dead-end path. Imogen did not harbor such foolish insecurities, she was far better than that. So she shoved that naive sentiment down, set the bowl of broth aside, and trudged back to the Huntress alone for the night.

From then on, Imogen did her utmost to avoid them. She did not accept their food or warm herself by their fire and only communicated when she had to. No matter how hard she tried, though, she could not stray too far from Bix. Imogen always kept the mechanic within her sight. The desire to see her condition improve motivated Imogen to participate in her care. She encouraged Bix to eat and sometimes watched over her as she slept. What she enjoyed most were the walks she convinced Bix to take with her. 

A riverbank ran not too far from their makeshift camp. The morning shone brightly and the breeze blew crisp. It felt rejuvenating to have no one besides the company of the woman at her side and the gentle flow of water in her ears. 

They stopped by the edge for a few minutes. Imogen watched as Bix closed her eyes and tilted her head up towards the sun of Gangi Moon. Ferrix had been an overcast planet more often than not and its citizens became well adapted to the cold mist. Imogen assumed it must be nice to feel the warmth of a completely different star. Bix’s skin absorbed the golden rays, banishing the ashen tone from her time in captivity and returning to her normal tawny complexion. It brought Imogen a rare feeling of joy to see her look so peaceful after what she endured.

As if sensing Imogen’s stare, Bix cracked one eye open and gave the bounty hunter a side-long glance. “Wow,” she mused before closing it again. “You’re smiling.” 

Imogen hadn’t noticed the slip. With the mechanic’s averted gaze, she allowed the expression to linger. “It’s not as if you’ve never seen me smile before.” 

“I haven’t. Not like that,” Bix replied, her body swaying with the calm wind.

Imogen delayed her response to observe the other woman for as long as she could. “You’re mistaken.”

At that, Bix turned to fully look at her. She studied Imogen’s features without the slightest hint of shame until a gentle upturn tugged at the corner of her own mouth. “You have a beautiful smile.”

A muscle that Imogen didn’t even know she had twisted inside of her chest. She couldn’t bring herself to look away or utter a word. All she managed was to drink in the sunlight pouring honey into the mechanic’s rich eyes.

“Everything looks more beautiful to me now,” Bix continued, staring off over the water. “I took so many things for granted.” 

“Are you saying I am one of them?” Imogen asked incredulously. 

After a prolonged beat, Bix spoke thoughtfully. “The moment I realized what Timm had done, I felt like the biggest fool. I mourned him, I really did, but I was also so angry with myself because I should have known better. It’s something I would have expected you to do.” She chuckled softly and shook her head. “And yet… if you had asked me to be with you that day you left, I would have said yes.”

The bounty hunter nodded earnestly. “That is why I walked away.”

Bix’s smile turned as warm as the sun. “That’s why I shouldn’t have let you.” 

Imogen glanced down, grin still stuck on her lips. She didn’t expect Bix’s words to change things between them, but they were still good to hear. “In your defense, I have made far worse betrayals than Timm. Your judgment isn’t at fault, he was.” 

“I guess I better get used to people surprising me,” Bix said. 

“The trick is to lower your expectations.”

“Ironically, you’ve raised them.”

Imogen scoffed and folded her arms. “I find that hard to believe.”

“You cut Paak down.”

The bounty hunter clenched her jaw. She had forgotten all about Paak. How Bix could have possibly known Imogen cut his body down after the Imperials hanged him on Rix Road was a mystery. Their escape had been far too chaotic and she doubted the mechanic would have been able to spot his body, much less assume Imogen to be the one who had moved it. Regardless, Imogen felt sheepish at the accusation. 

“Brasso told me,” Bix explained. “He said some people saw you before dawn.”

“I did not wish for you to see him in such a state,” she admitted quietly. 

“Whatever your reason, that meant a lot. Not just to me.” 

The scrapper’s strange sentiment from the other night suddenly made more sense. Imogen weakly shook her head. “It was a waste of time.”

Bix reached out and gently untangled her arms to take one of Imogen’s hands in hers. It was the first real touch they shared since they arrived on the moon. Imogen felt Bix’s thumb caress her knuckles and her pulse skyrocketed as oxygen stuttered in and out of her lungs. “I don’t believe you really think that.”

Imogen’s body seemed locked in place like she had been made of stone. But then her joints loosened one by one and her boot slid over the damp soil as she took a step closer. She knew it hadn’t been a waste of time, not when she received the look she got now. With a numb hand, she slowly reached up and brushed the tip of her thumb across the mechanic’s cheek. The touch so brief and feather-light that Bix might have mistaken it for the breeze if she hadn’t seen it coming. 

“I did it because I care about you,” Imogen finally said out loud. She cared so much she thought her chest might burst.

Bix squeezed her hand as tight as a tether. “I know you do.”

“Then why does it matter so much for you to hear me say it?” she asked desperately, fear and anger coiling around her throat like twin serpents. 

“Because I know how hard it is for you to be open.”

The serpents tightened like an invisible noose. What was she meant to do with this? Imogen could not have her, yet she did not possess the strength to let her go either. The one defense that has kept the bounty hunter alive for years and years crumbled down to rubble. Imogen no longer wished to be alone and she wondered if it had been that way all along, buried so deeply that she never noticed it before. Somehow, she felt more lost than ever at that moment. But her hand still rested in the gentle grip of her mechanic and she focused on the warmth of her skin to ground herself. 

“And it’s… really good to hear it, too,” Bix added softly. 

“Bix, I –”

“Bix!” An excited voice called close by. They both glanced over to see Wilmon rush over as he pointed at the sky. A lone ship in the distance traveled towards them at a low altitude. Imogen tensed, but the boy quickly explained. “It’s Cassian!” 

Much remained unsaid. The conclusion Imogen came to as Bix smiled at her and led her back to camp was that she was completely and utterly damned. They both were. 

[primsycoldbottles]

if ms molesby and gangie dont get together by the end of the campaign i will be very disappointed

[mosylufanfic]

Salvage Operation

Joplin Sibtain is 53, so I figured making Brasso about ten-ish years older than Cassian fit. 

Salvage Operation

When he got home and the house was dark, he knew what he'd hear even before he called out, "Bee? Where’s Bix?”

“L-l-left," the little droid said from his charging station. "S-s-sorry.”

“Not your fault, Bee. I’ll go get her.” He ran a hand over the top of the old droid's casing. "Any idea where?"

"Sh-she just s-said out."

"Right." He'd barely started calculating where she might have gone when the house comm buzzed. With a mix of relief and dread, he answered. 

"Brasso, right? This is Cal at the Doktam's head. Come get your girl."

"Right," he said. "On my way. I'm sor - "

The click sounded in his ears. He put the comm away with a sigh. He didn't think he'd ever get used to living somewhere that everyone he spoke to hadn’t known him for decades. 

He had some tenuous goodwill built up, from his job. It wasn't hard for a man built like a brick shithouse to find work. It wasn’t salvaging; they didn’t do that here. He missed it sometimes, the careful and patient work in the wreckage of old ships, finding what was still good. But that was back on Ferrix and he wasn’t there anymore,

His new job was at the docks, loading and unloading, but he'd always learned fast and he was willing to work hard. So the other dock workers said, "Brasso's a good sort. Quiet. That girl of his, though . . . "

Bix was not doing well.

Sometimes he thought he'd like to go back to when she would lie, catatonic, in the bed under the window, staring out at the sea birds wheeling over the shore. Even the nightmares, he knew how to handle - just hold her and let her feel the warmth of another body against hers, the pressure of his arms grounding her until she remembered that she wasn't in that hotel room in Ferrix, with . . . whatever it was they'd done to her. 

She'd never talked about it. 

The screaming wouldn't always stop right away, but it worked eventually.

This new phase, though . . . 

Often it was drink. Sometimes it was spice. Sometimes she would just disappear and he'd scan the shore for her body, his heart in his mouth, for a day or two before she turned up, refusing to tell him where she'd gone to. 

"You're a good lad, Brasso," Jezzi had told him before she left.

"Lad?" he'd said. "I'm pushing forty."

"And I've seen it come and go," she shot back. "What's your point?" She'd turned serious again. "Those bastard Imperials broke something in our Bix. And it's not your job to put it back together again. You can't do it, and that's a fact. Only Bixy can. And only she knows if it's possible."

"I'm not trying to do it for her," he said. "I'm just trying to be here."

"She's not your father," Jezzi had said. "And she's not Cassian Andor. Being here isn’t going to fix her. You need to know that."

"I do know that," he'd said very, very evenly. 

"Do you?"

He did his best. He scanned junk stores for the kind of things Bix had repaired back on Ferrix and left them on the table. He scraped together money to take her to the kind of doctors Gangi Moon offered. He scraped harder for the medications they prescribed and tried to make her take them. 

She sometimes fixed the things. Sometimes she destroyed them. Sometimes both. 

She went to the doctors and refused to talk. She only wanted the sleeping tabs, and she wanted those more often than he was comfortable with. 

The Doktam's Head was about the only place that hadn't barred Bix already, and he had a feeling that was about to change. It was a shitty little box of a place with shitty alcohol, but even they had their limits.

She was slouched in a booth toward the back, head lolling back into the corner made by the booth and the wall. There was a smudge of blood under her nose and a puffy red mark on her cheekbone. On the table was a mug lying on its side, and the puddle next to it smelled of spotchka, the cheapest thing you could get around here. 

At least she was inside. It would have been heartening if there hadn't been people scattered around the bar, nursing bruises and glaring at him. 

"Bix," he said. "Hey." 

She didn't respond.

"Bixy?" He rapped the table.

Nothing. 

Cautiously, he shook her shoulder. Touching her without prior warning was how Wilmon had gotten his nose broken. Poor kid. He hadn't held it against her, mostly.

But she still didn't move. 

"Did she take something?" he demanded of the bartender, presumably Cal, who'd wandered over to look on. 

He shrugged. "How should I know?"

Brasso sighed through his nose and tugged one side of her shirt open. Shifting to block the bartender's view of her chest, he rubbed his knuckles hard along her sternum. 

She coughed, and her face crumpled. She swatted at his hand. "Stoppit."

"Bix," he said, pulling her shirt closed again. "You've got to get up."

Her eyes peeled open and she glared at him. That was a good sign. It was more worrisome when her eyes were empty, as if all her Bix-ness had just rolled itself into a ball somewhere deep inside. "Don't want to."

"I know. But you've got to." He checked her eyes, confirmed the pupils were the same size, and got an arm around her back. He half-helped, half-hauled her out of the booth.

"She can't come back," Cal said. 

"Okay," he said, trying to get her on her feet.

"Hear me? And you owe - "

"Tell your boss to talk to me tomorrow." The last time he'd paid Cal off, none of it had made it to the owner of the bar. 

"No, now."

Brasso straightened himself up to his full height, still holding Bix against his side, and glared down at Cal. 

"Tomorrow's fine," Cal muttered.

“Wan’nother drink,” Bix said.

“No,” Brasso said, and took her out.

It was tempting to heave her up on his back, but the walk to their rented house in the cold air might work some of the drink out of her system. It was slow going, but by the time they reached their street, both her eyes were open at the same time and she was moving under her own power. Even if she was swearing at him as she did.

“I just wanted a damn drink. That’s all. Didn’t need you playing savior.”

“You got in a fight.”

“Some ass wouldn’t leave me alone. And he had friends.”

He stopped walking. “He touch you?”

“Only once,” she said with a certain grim satisfaction.

He let out his breath and started moving again. “Was it the bartender?”

“Nah. Some shithead.”

"You're out of there, you know," he said. “Banned.”

"I heard him."

They made their slow way almost to their door. He stopped because if they had this talk inside, it would distress Bee.

"Bixy," he said. "You can't keep doing this. Drinking and drugging and fighting. I know you're in a bad place, but you're not making it any better. What would Cassian think, huh?"

"Cassian's not coming," she spat.

It shocked him into silence. He'd known that. Almost since the moment his old friend stepped off the ship before they left Ferrix, he'd known that.

He just hadn't known Bix did.

"Bixy," he said gently.

"Don't call me that. It makes me feel like a damn child."

"Well, then, stop acting like a child!" He pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm sorry. That was - I shouldn't've shouted."

"Don't apologize," she said. "It's what you think. Poor little broken Bixy. Aren't you the big strong man, hanging around to pick up the pieces."

"It's not like that."

"Isn't it? Then leave. Go on," she snarled. "Leave. Everyone else did."

"Cassian . . . was going through a lot."

"Aren't we all," she said bitterly.

He persisted. "Wilmon joined the Rebels. And Jezzi wanted to go back home. It had nothing to do with you. Is that what you want? You want to go back home?"

She went pale.

Another sin to be added to the Imperial Bastards' tabs. They'd taken Ferrix away from Bix, who could count six or seven generations on the wall and now couldn't even think of the planet without folding in on herself. 

He wasn't so sure he could go back himself, even if he wasn't probably wanted for his part in the riot at Maarva’s funeral. The Empire had cracked down after that. There were stories of hangings on Rix Road, interrogations, imprisonments. And they hadn't let anyone who'd died in the riot get a proper funeral.

Someone said the Empire had demolished the wall. But that couldn't be right. 

He shook himself. This was no time for a spat. Bix was drunk and miserable. In the morning, she'd be . . . probably still miserable, but probably not drunk.

"Come inside, Bixy."

She shook her head. "And don't call me that."

"You need to sleep it off."

"I can sleep it off out here."

"You'll freeze to death out here."

"Fine by me."

"You don't mean that, Bixy."

"Don't tell me what I mean," she snarled. "And stop calling me Bixy."

"Everyone called you that for fifteen years," he said. "It's a habit." For some reason, he added, "Bixy."

"Call me that again. See what happens. Go on."

He leaned forward until their noses brushed. "Bixy," he said.

She grabbed the front of his shirt and slammed her lips on his.

She tasted of shitty alcohol and blood and she kissed him hard enough to grind his lips against his teeth until he tasted his own blood, too. But he forced himself to stay still, hands dangling at his sides, until she dropped back on her heels and glared up at him. 

"Is this it, then?" he said softly. "The next cudgel you're going to use to beat yourself until you feel something?"

“Go fuck yourself,” she snarled, and slammed the door open so hard it stuck. 

Bee said, "B-bix? B-brasso w-went to look f-for you."

"He found me. I'm going to bed."

Brasso stepped inside. "I'm here, Bee, it's fine."

"Sh-she's an-gry."

“At him!” she yelled from behind the curtain around her bed. “Not you.” The bed creaked as if she’d thrown herself on it.

Bee didn’t say anything else, but swiveled his head until his single eye peered at Brasso.

“It’ll be all right,” he said quietly. “She’ll pull through.”

He examined the door, found it had bounced off the track, and pushed it until it clicked back and creaked closed. Then he leaned back against it with a heavy sigh, wishing with all his heart that he hadn't wanted to kiss her back. 

FINIS

[wingedflight]

Get to Know Me

Thank you @bywayofmemory for tagging me!

3 Ships: Eustace/Jill (Narnia), Danny/Valerie (Danny Phantom), Edmund/snark (Narnia)

First Ever Ship: Probably either Will/Elizabeth (POTC) or Artemis/Minerva (Artemis Fowl)? I was very slow to actually consciously ship anything to begin with.

Last Song: Gangis Khan is been in my head for a solid day.

Last Movie: Last full and entire movie would be Fellowship of the Ring, because of course we are now officially in the annual "It's snowing outside, time to rewatch LOTR" season.

Currently Reading: Just finished the last available chapter of The Big Road Home which is a DCU fic about Jason and Tim living on the streets together and you would not believe the number of times I cried over this thing yesterday. Also it reminded me a little of Cornelia Funke's The Thief Lord, so I might reread that next?

Currently Watching: Oh boy. Erm. Well. What would you think if I said my sister and I are currently watching a super-cut of all Marvel Infinity Saga content (including deleted and extra scenes) edited into chronological order? I am not prepared to admit how many hours of this we've already watched.

Currently Consuming: My second cup of coffee for the morning. It's Monday. This isn't going to be the last cup.

Currently Craving: Cinnamon buns. Like the really gooey kind.

Tagging @edenfalling, @marzfartz, @larmalot and of course anyone else who wants to play!

[masculinepeacock]

lars!

AH lars!! thank you!

How I feel about this character: lars!!! ally portrays lars in such a good way!! they’re so fun as the brute force in a largely mystery/intellectual campaign but they’re far from dumb!! they’re a soldier with soldier instincts and the desire to save others and protect!! they’re just so much fun!

All the people I ship romantically with this character: sylvester! and sometimes daisy too

My non-romantic OTP for this character: idk maybe...gangie? i just think their interactions are a lot of fun

My unpopular opinion about this character: they’re! not! stupid! they use a different kind of intelligence than a lot of the other characters but that doesn’t mean their DUMB. also, they’re more than sylvester’s sidekick, in fact, they kind of keep him on track

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: i kind of hope they have another confrontation with daisy that’s less petty and more, “hey, i know you and sylvester broke up but you’ve been cavorting with someone who puts his life in legit danger? what the fuck is up with that?” and then they can move on from there

give me a character!

[farkenshnoffingottom]

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alice quinn • eliot waugh • fen (the magicians) • fillory • hale appleman • jason ralph • josh hoberman • julia wicker • kady orloff diaz • the magicians • margo hanson • penny adiyodi • queliot • quentin coldwater • summer bishil

marvel cinematic universe

avengers • avengers: age of ultron • avengers: endgame • avengers: infinity war • black panther • bucky and fubar • bucky barnes • captain america • captain america: civil war • captain america: the first avenger • captain america: the winter soldier • captain marvel • carol danvers • chris evans • clint barton • falcon • hydra • marvel cinematic universe • marvel meta • MARVELous memes • mcu • natasha romanoff • peter parker • sam wilson • scott lang • sebastian stan • shuri • steve rogers • stucky • t’challa • thor • winter soldier

my chemical romance

the black parade • danger days • gerard way • killjoys • mcr • my chemical romance • three cheers for sweet revenge

nikita tv

alexandra udinov • amanda/helen collins • maggie q • michael bishop • nikita being a badass • nikita mears • nikita tv • owen elliot • percy (nikita) • ryan fletcher • sean pierce • seymour birkhoff • sonya (nikita)

percy jackson

annabeth chase • camp halfblood • camp jupiter • frank zhang • hazel levesque • heroes of olympus • jason grace • percy jackson • percy jackson and the olympians • piper mclean • pjo • poseidon (pjo) • rachel elizabeth dare • reyna avila ramirez arellano • sally jackson

ted lasso

afc richmond • coach beard • colin hughes • dani rojas • isaac mcadoo • james tartt sr • jamie tartt • jan maas • keeley jones • leslie higgins • moe bumbercatch • nathan shelley • rebecca welton • richard montlaur • roy kent • royjamiekeeley • sam obisanya • ted lasso • ted lasso show • thierry zoreaux • trent crimm • will (ted lasso)

star wars

aayla secura • ahsoka tano • alpha 17 • anakin skywalker • beru whitesun • clone trooper wooley • the clone wars • captain rex • chewbacca • cliegg lars • commander bly • commander cody • commander fox • commander wolffe • count dooku • darth sidious • darth vader • feemor (star wars) • han solo • jaster mereel • jedi • jedi order • jocasta nu • lieutenant waxer • luke skywalker • mace windu • obi wan kenobi • owen lars • padme amidala • qui-gon jinn • sheev palpatine • shmi skywalker • star wars • star wars memes • star wars meta • star wars prequels • yoda

supernatural

briana buckmaster • castiel • crowley • dean winchester • jack kline • jared padalecki • jensen ackles • lucifer (spn) • meg masters • misha collins • rachel miner • sam winchester • spn • spn meta • spnvan • supernatural • the influence joke comes back to haunt us all • vancon

the walking dead

beth greene • carl grimes • daryl dixon • dwight (twd) • maggie greene • michonne (twd) • negan (twd) • nope im not done having feelings about beth • paul rovia • rick grimes • rickyl • rosita espinosa • tara chambler • twd • the walking dead

miscellaneous

attack on titan • dnp [more dnp content at dans-stopphil2k5ever-face] • galaxy quest • hannah gadsby • harry potter • icarly • john mulaney • nanette • political animals • sense8 • snk • tj hammond • twilight [more twilight content at cullen-family-bonding (a twilight blog in my 2020s? it’s more likely than you think)]

[melancholyd]

Gonta x Angie Edit

I wish there was more fan content of this ship

[madkingtrashking-archive]

Unnecessarily Detailed Dislikes

Answer the questions for your muse and tag some people.

Tagged by: nobody lol Tagging: Uh… You.

Muse name: Gangrel

Least favourite nickname: Gangy

Least favourite colour: Shades of blue Least favourite season: Winter. Least favourite weather: Blizzards Least favourite—hot or cold: Cold. Least favourite holiday: Cristmas  Least favourite food: Vegetables Least favourite flavour: Sour Least favourite drink: Coffee (for the after effects of it) Least favourite scent: A day old (or more) piss/shit on the street Least favourite sound: Whining Least favourite book: None (he just tries to retains the information of the books he liked so he can’t remember which books he truly disliked) Least favourite tv show: In modern verse, documentaries Least favourite school subject or area of study: Any class which you have to write a lot Least favourite aspect of their job: Having to go to boring meetings and having to behave a certain way around the court (it ties to the last one) Least favourite fictional character: All those flavoress shoen heros Least favourite person: Chrom’s dad Least favourite trait in others: Meekness  Least favourite place: Ships in general  Least favourite thing to talk about: The past and his feelings Least favourite thing about themselves: His constitution (he thinks his body in general looks very weird)

Least favourite sexual position: Getting  complety tied up and unable to move,talk and/or see.

Least favourite daily chore: Cleaning things Least favourite style of clothing: boring colorless clothing Least favourite activity:  getting up in the morning Least favourite superpower: Flying. Least favourite thing about humanity in general: Cant trust in anybody 100%  Least favourite thing about being in love: Knowing that eventually it will end Least favourite thing about death: The pain.