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captainsophiestark · 4 months ago

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Snowed In

Rex x Reader

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This work was created for the 2024 @cloneficgiftexchange, for @jedipoodoo! I loved the prompts you gave me, and I had a ton of fun writing this - I hope you like it!

Fandom: Star Wars

Summary: Rex and his Jedi SO get stranded on Ilum in the middle of a bad snowstorm, but it turns out to be just the Life Day gift they were hoping for.

Word Count: 1,640

Category: Fluff

A/N: Special shoutout to @ghostofskywalker for the Fictober request that made me feel confident enough to write for the clones! It's been so much fun to venture into writing this part of the fandom, and I never could've done it without you 🥰

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"Like I said, we'll try to get back to you guys tonight if we can. But I don't think that's likely."

Obi-Wan and Anakin frowned at me from the small projection on my wrist communicator in sync.

"Are you sure? We barely left a hour ago. Has it really gotten that much worse?"

I started nodding before Anakin had even finished the question.

"I almost lost Rex in his white armor when he went outside to scout before I called you. He was five feet from me. I spit and it froze almost before it cleared my lips."

"Why did you spit?" Obi-Wan asked, his frown deepening. This time it was Anakin and I's turn to give him a look in perfect sync.

"To see how bad it was by how quickly it froze," Anakin answered for me. "What else?"

Obi-Wan didn't dignify that with a response, just an eyeroll.

"Alright," he said, moving past Anakin and I's conversation. "If you aren't able to get off-planet by tomorrow morning, call us again. We'll come back with more equipment and find a way to dig you out."

I nodded. "Sounds good. I'll check in with you guys in the morning. Hopefully you won't have to make the trip back, but if you do... make a pitstop to grab some flame throwers from Ki-Adi-Mundi."

Obi-Wan huffed a laugh, while Anakin looked much too excited beside him.

"Hopefully, that won't be necessary," Obi-Wan said. "Stay warm and stay safe."

"Will do."

"See you tomorrow with flame throwers."

I snorted and gave the boys a little wave at Anakin's sign-off. Hopefully for everyone involved, this storm would clear and we'd be able to get out of here without Anakin needing to go within a lightyear of a flamethrower.

I sighed, surveying the space Rex and I would be occupying for the rest of the evening. We'd been here following a few strange feelings in the Force Obi-Wan, Anakin, and I had had surrounding Ilum, one of the best and only places in the galaxy to get the crystals for our lightsabers. For fear of the Separatists trying to mess with the place, Obi-Wan and Anakin had come with Rex and I, along with a good portion of the 501st, had come to investigate. We'd searched high and low and mediated on it at length, and thankfully, found nothing amiss. We'd taken our time moving everybody out, since we had no reason to rush, and Rex and I had planned to be the last out after doing one last check of the crystal sites and making sure none of our men left anything behind. We'd done both of those things, but we'd also ended up catching the beginning of one of the planet's worst snow storms.

Luckily for us, we'd set up a nice camp in a spacious, well-protected ice cave. It had been our whole group's base of operations while on planet, and now Rex and I had it all to ourselves. We hadn't even had to rebuild the fire.

In a weird way, this was exactly what Rex and I had been looking for. Despite some of the stricter interpretations of Jedi rules, throughout the course of the war, Rex and I had slowly but surely fallen in love with each other. We'd come to the mutual decision to act on those feelings a while ago, but between the need for secrecy and the galactic conflict we found ourselves in the middle of, we didn't get a lot of time to spend however we wanted, just the two of us, without interruptions.

"It's official," came Rex's voice, returning from his scouting at the mouth of the cave. He came into sight a moment later, stopping with his hands on his hips. "Looks like we're snowed in."

I sighed. "I figured as much. I just got off the phone with Anakin and Obi-Wan. They're gonna circle back for us if they don't hear anything from us by tomorrow. I told them we're all set with supplies and everything else we need for tonight."

Rex smiled at that, looking more relaxed than I usually got to see him as he crossed the space to stand just in front of me.

"So... you're saying we have this place completely to ourselves until tomorrow?"

I grinned. "That's exactly what I'm saying."

"Finally. We're overdue for a bit of time together, just the two of us."

"No kidding we are. So... I'll get blankets, you get snacks, and we can finally watch that new Life Day holo we keep seeing everywhere we go?"

Rex gave me a grin.

"That sounds perfect to me. Meet back here in ten?"

"Deal."

The two of us moved in separate directions, each going to the place where our gear was stashed around the now mostly packed camp. I grabbed a whole heap of blankets, then snagged my favorite sweater of Rex's and pulled it over my head. Hopefully he wouldn't mind.

I brought back my bounty of blankets and pillows to the center of the room, right beside the fire, then started the work of building them into a nice cozy spot where Rex and I could cuddle up. Our timing was proof of just what a good team we made, as I heard Rex coming back from the boxes of food and kitchen supplies right as I finished putting together our nest of fluffy things.

I straightened up with a smile, but my jaw dropped when I saw what he carried.

"Is that hot chocolate?" I asked, my heart absolutely leaping at the prospect. Instead of answering, Rex gave a little considering frown in my direction.

"Is that my sweater?"

I gave him a sheepish grin. "Yeah. It's so soft and cozy, I was hoping you'd let me get away with the theft."

Rex let out a theatrical sigh, but he smiled at me a moment later.

"Alright. As long as you promise to share the warmth."

"I promise. Now give me that hot chocolate."

Rex laughed as he handed the mug over to me, then the two of us settled into the puddle of blankets. I curled up against Rex's chest, legs tangled on top of his as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. I sighed once we'd gotten comfortable, weeks and months of stress from the war melting away in a single minute with Rex.

I sipped at my hot chocolate, letting the peace of the moment sink into my bones, then turned to glance at my wonderful partner.

"Where did you even get this hot chocolate?"

He grinned down at me. "Special supply request through the GAR. I said it was for morale, since it is."

I beamed up at Rex. He was truly the best bright spot and partner I could've asked for, and I wanted to make sure he knew it.

"I love you. You know that, right? I love you so, so much Rex."

He smiled warmly back at me, gently squeezing my arm as he did.

"I do know that. And I love you too. You're the greatest gift I could've asked for."

I leaned up towards Rex with a glance at his lips, and he quickly got the hint, leaning down to meet me halfway. The kiss wasn't anything especially scandalous or heated, just a soft peck, but it got my heart racing all the same. Moments like this were rare for both of us, and I treasured every single one, especially since I had no idea when the next one might come along.

"So..." mused Rex with a soft smile once we finally pulled apart. "Should we start that Life Day holo?"

"Yeah, let's do it. I'm excited to see what all the hype is about."

"If it reached us all the way out here in the middle of the war, it better be damned good."

"Right? If it's not, though, I do have a few backup holos we can use to recover from the disappointment."

"That's good, because I have a lot of hot chocolate stashed back there, and I think we need to finish it tonight. That way none of the men start asking questions about why I managed to dig some up for you, but not for them."

I shot Rex a look as he started the holo, the opening credits playing on our portable data pad.

"I'm pretty sure most of them wouldn't be surprised. We're a 'secret' the same way Anakin and Padmé are a secret. The only difference is we're not as oblivious about how many people have figured us out."

Rex just laughed. "True enough. I think all of them support us, anyway."

"I know they do. But just in case, I'll plan on making some time to bake cookies or something on the way to our next engagement. That way there's no hard feelings all around."

"...Can you make the ones with the peppermint in them?"

"Of course. As if I'd use anything other than your favorite recipe."

Rex and I shared another smile, then he kissed my forehead as we both shifted our attention to the holo just getting underway. I could hear his heart beating from where I rested my head against his chest, just over the sound of the crackling fire and the wind howling outside. The universe had apparently decided to give Rex and I a little Life Day present in the form of some rare time together, just the two of us, to spend however we wanted. And I couldn't thank it enough.

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happyfoolz · 4 months ago

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happy new year. — cyj

pairing: choi yeonjun x gn!reader

content: fluff, best friends to ?

warnings: swearing, some pining, yn is a little drunk

word count: 3k

a/n: i wrote this literally 3 years ago and never posted it so uh. happy new year i guess!

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Looking back, your year wasn’t too bad. Sure, it wasn’t perfect, but perfection doesn’t exist, anyway. Would you change anything if you could? Who knows? It’s not like you can go back and do it, so you prefer not to think about it too much.

The New Year’s Eve party is kind of loud, there’s too many people. Usually you wouldn’t be caught dead in such an event, but Yeonjun always knew how to work his way around you. It was hard saying no to him when he knew just how to convince you. You tried to, you really tried, but he gave you those puppy eyes — or should you say Shrek’s Puss in Boots eyes? — and you couldn’t help but give in.

So you dressed up, put on your best cologne and let your best friend help you to ensure you looked good before going to Kang Taehyun’s house. You’ve always heard he was the best party thrower, and you’re not surprised to know the rumors are true. The music is nice, just as much as the food and the drinks. The atmosphere is very inviting to anyone who likes that kind of thing, and although you’re not one for loud parties, you still try to make yourself comfortable. You’ve already greeted many people, and even danced shyly for a while, but your social battery was far from lasting as long as Yeonjun’s. By now, your best friend has disappeared in a sea of people, and you know he’ll eventually find his way back to you, but you won't stand awkwardly beside him like a shadow for the rest of the night. Yeonjun is a true party person, he enjoys being surrounded by people. He might even find someone he could spend the night with, and you don’t wanna be in his way. You’d never cockblock him, would you?

All of that’s why you end up consuming one too many drinks, just enough to leave you a tiny little itty bitty bit tipsy. See, you don’t really like the strong taste of alcohol, but Taehyun had so many options to appeal to everyone’s personal taste, and you found yourself a nice sparkling wine that was perfectly sweet and did wonders to your taste buds, so you might have had a little more than you should’ve.

You’re not drunk, you know you’re not. At least you think so. You’re still 100% conscious, you know exactly what you’re doing and where you’re going, but it’s kind of hard to keep your balance. Every time you move, you feel like you might fall over, so you tread carefully toward the balcony.

The sky looks nice, the stars are in full display — not a single cloud to ruin the picture. Though the snow is no longer falling down, you can see the white coat it has created over the entire town. It’s quite the view. Peaceful, comfortable. The cold doesn’t bother you at all as you get distracted, admiring everything there is to see.

You still have a glass of sparkling wine in your hand, and at this point you don’t even know how many you’ve had. But you don’t think too much of it, because you still feel sober enough. Leaning forwards, you prop your elbows on the ledge of the balcony and look down. It’s really high up, but it’s not like you’re going to jump or fall down, so you don’t really feel scared.

For a moment, you catch your thoughts wandering in Yeonjun's direction. He’s one of the only constant things you have, if not the only one. You've been friends for a while now, longer than you can recall. You actually admire the people who keep track of precisely when their friendship with someone started, because you could never do that. You know there was a time when Yeonjun wasn't there, and then suddenly he was, and you know he waltzed into your life when you were children, maybe pre-teens, but you're not sure of the exact date or even the year when it happened. But he's been there for you for long enough and it feels like it's been a lifetime.

Feeling the cold breeze turning your cheeks red as you admire the snow-covered buildings, you feel thankful for him. Sure, you wouldn’t be at a party if it were completely up to you, but the thing about your best friend is that he always knows when you might just have a good time going somewhere, and when you might not. He never really forces you to go anywhere with him, but if he feels like it’s gonna be good for you, he’ll try and convince you to be his plus one. And, once again, he was right about this one. Despite not mingling with people for too long, it still feels nice to have a change of setting, be somewhere new. Besides, you know he’ll be right there and take you home as soon as you want to leave, all you need to do is text him, but you don’t feel the need to.

You’re not sure what time it is, but you’re guessing it’s probably close to midnight. Instead of reaching for your phone to check the clock, you raise your glass to take another sip, and that’s when you hear someone clearing their throat.

“Don’t you think you’ve drunk enough for tonight?” Yeonjun’s playful voice speaks directly to you. He walks up to you, stands right beside you and gently takes the drink from your hand, as if to prevent a tragedy.

You offer him a lopsided smile. “Not at all. I’m still perfectly fine.”

“Mhm. How many glasses have you had so far?” He seems to be having fun with the sight of you, for some reason. You narrow your eyes and tilt your head back, looking at the sky as you try to mentally count the number of times you’ve gone for a refill. After a few seconds of silence, Yeonjun chuckles and pats your shoulder. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“No, I swear it wasn’t that many! I’m okay, I’m completely sober.” You insist and he raises an eyebrow.

“Is that so?” He grins, and for some reason, you catch yourself looking at the shape of his lips as if it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. Maybe it is. Yeonjun has always been a handsome guy, and in the past few years he’s gotten more attractive. His features have become less juvenile, more mature. He always gets heads turning whenever he walks into a room, and you're not oblivious to how good he looks.

As soon as you notice where your mind’s going, you shake those thoughts away. “Yeah, look, I’ll prove it!” You step back from the ledge, trying to think of a way to show him you mean what you’re saying.

You end up raising your left leg, standing on the other and trying to keep your balance — which is probably not a good idea, considering you’re tipsy — as you start counting. Yeonjun still looks entertained, like he’s holding back his laughter and just waiting for your arms to start flailing around. You, on the other hand, can’t help but notice how beautiful he looks under the moonlight, with the dim light of the tall lamp set outside also illuminating his face.

You lose your balance as soon as that thought crosses your mind again, swaying helplessly for an instant. Thankfully, Yeonjun has quick reflexes, so before you know it, he has already put the glass down on the ledge and come to rescue you in his arms, preventing you from falling flat on your face.

“Pff, yeah, totally sober. You’re the most sober person in the entire world right now.” He scoffs, while still firmly holding you.

You hold on to his arms and stay still for a moment. The sudden movement made you feel dizzier than you already were a few seconds ago, so you need to stabilize yourself before moving.

He notices it and brings you closer, tilting his head in an attempt to look at your face. “You okay?”

Being so close to him, you can smell his cologne. It’s nice, not too strong, and it smells like… comfort. You’ve known him for way too long, and that’s the smell of warm hugs, soft smiles and playful light punches. It’s the smell of home.

Fuck, where are these thoughts coming from now? You start giggling to yourself like a child, and that makes a smile replace the worrisome look that was on his face just now.

And damn, you keep getting distracted by his smile. You’re not the religious type, but if there’s a God up there, you’re certain He took his sweet time designing Yeonjun’s smile Himself, making sure it would look as heavenly as humanly possible. You get so fixated on his smile you don’t even notice your giggles slowly fading, giving space for a dumbstruck face.

“Jesus, you are drunk.” He comments, and in return you slap his arm, coming out of your moment of daze.

“I’m not! I’m just a little tipsy, it’s fine. Thank you for saving me, though.” You smile awkwardly and stand up straight once again, letting go of his protective embrace, though you don’t want to. You immediately miss his arms as soon as you leave them.

“Let’s slow down on the alcohol for now, alright? Don’t make me carry you home, you’re supposed to be the responsible, reliable friend here.” Despite the playful tone, you know he’s actually just worrying about your well-being. He knows you’re not used to drinking too much and doesn’t want you to end up sick or passed out on a couch.

You nod in agreement and lean on the ledge once again, silently staring at the view. You need some air, you need to stop focusing so much on Yeonjun’s features and qualities.

But he settles by your side and your head automatically lies on his shoulder.

“They’re gonna start the countdown soon, that’s why I was looking for you. We only have a few minutes left.” He says quietly after a moment of silence. You can still hear the party behind you, everyone’s being incredibly loud, so you appreciate the fact that your best friend is right there with you.

Yeonjun is usually loud and rowdy, the life of the party, always ready to dance for hours and joke around. Everyone loves him, everyone fawns over him, he’s a real social butterfly, but nobody knows him as well as you do. This other side of him is reserved exclusively to a few lucky people, and you’re one of them. It’s a quieter, gentler side, one that’s calm and soft and sweet. He’s just standing there with you, staring at nothing and everything in front of his eyes, because he knows you appreciate little moments like that, and he doesn’t want you to be alone out there.

“Do you wanna go back inside?” You ask, hoping for a negative response. Particularly, you’d much rather stay there with him. Out of all the people at that party, he is the only one you want to be with when the year finally comes to an end.

“Only if you want to. I’m cool with staying here with you.” He doesn’t raise his voice, as if the two of you are sharing secrets right now.

“Okay.”

You don’t feel like going back inside at all. It’s better to stay there, because if you go back, he’ll probably be taken away from you. Too many people want him around, and you feel like you should be the one beside him once the clock strikes twelve.

“Jjunie.” You call for him and he hums. “What’s gonna be your New Year wish?”

He chuckles and pushes you lightly. “C’mon, you know you’re not supposed to tell your wishes or they won’t come true.”

You furrow your eyebrows and look at him. “Oh. That rule’s valid for New Year wishes too?”

Still smiling, he nods. “It’s valid for any type of wish, isn’t it?” His hand reaches up to delicately rub his thumb between your eyes, smoothing out your skin. The gesture makes you raise your gaze to his face, looking in his eyes for a moment. “Wrinkles.” He’s always telling you you’re gonna get wrinkles if you keep doing that with your face, so that single word is already a good enough explanation.

You’re used to his touches, but you’re still feeling lightheaded and that seems to be affecting your judgement. It doesn’t help that he seems to get just as distracted by you as you are by him right now. His hand lingers in place for a few seconds, because the two of you are staring at each other’s eyes, not saying a word, and you’re so close to each other. It’s like the cold finally froze both of you in place, and neither of you could move.

“You’re staring.” He’s the first one to break the silence, but not the eye contact.

“You too.” Your gaze falls to his plump lips, which look way too tempting right now for your own good.

He seems to take notice of that, because the corner of his mouth tilts up in a more discreet smile. His hand finally moves again, gently holding your chin between his fingers so that he can slightly move it up, trying to capture your eyes with his once again, and you feel something stirring inside of you as soon as your gaze meets his.

“Did you find anyone to be your New Year’s kiss tonight?” Your curiosity strikes, because you don’t wanna think about him kissing anyone else. He’s already there with you, might as well follow the tradition. That’s what best friends are for, isn’t it?

He chuckles, but his eyes are still staring at you intently. “Don’t know yet. Did you?”

You feel brave enough to put your hands on his waist, as a sign that you want to keep him close just like that, and neither of you tries to move your faces away from each other. “Maybe.”

And then the countdown starts. You can hear the people inside excitedly chanting out the numbers, but the two of you don’t move an inch.

Ten. You think back to when you were teenagers and you had the biggest crush on the man right in front of you, when he was just a silly nerdy dude.

Nine. His thumb rubs your cheek.

Eight. You silently recall the number of times people thought the two of you were together, and how you always felt secretly disappointed every time he laughed it off.

Seven. You tighten your grip around his waist.

Six. You wish you could just hold him close for the rest of the night. He’s always been there for you, through thick and thin, and tonight something seems to have clicked in your head, but you still can’t put your finger on it.

Five. He lets out another chuckle, quieter this time.

Four. “Y/N.” He calls your name in a whisper.

Three. You stare at his lips once again.

Two. “Will you kiss me?” You whisper back.

One. He leans closer to you, lips ghosting over yours, without really touching them.

Happy new year.

He hesitates for an instant, but then tilts your head just enough and leaves a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Happy new year.” He looks into your eyes again, with a soft smile on his face.

You furrow your eyebrows, trying to understand what just happened. Oh, shit, did you just embarrass yourself?

“Oh, um– Happy new year.” You step back, suddenly regaining the consciousness you seem to have lost just a moment ago. “Maybe I should…” You point to the door and try to move that way.

Did you just honestly ask your best friend to kiss you? And then got a kiss on your forehead? Maybe you should've actually jumped off that ledge after all.

Still, before you can move, he holds onto your forearm. “Wait. Where are you going?”

“Um, well, we– I just. I mean, uh… This is kinda awkward, isn't it?” You scratch the back of your head.

“Is it? Doesn’t have to be…” He doesn’t seem to follow your train of thought.

“Well, I thought you were, um–”

“About to kiss you? I was.” He cuts you off with an amused grin.

You narrow your eyes, suddenly feeling suspicious of him. Before you can say anything, he puts his hands on your waist and pulls you closer.

“C’mon, Y/N. You don’t know how badly I wanna do this right now.” He sounds half amused, half frustrated.

“Do it, then?” You can’t understand what’s holding him back.

“I gladly would, but you had to go and drink your ass off tonight, of all nights. Now I can’t kiss you without knowing whether you actually want this or not,” he reasons. “I mean, what if you regret it later? As far as I know, this might be just you being drunk.”

You scrunch your nose. You want to be mad at him, but he’s so fucking precious right now, not wanting to kiss you when you’re not 100% sober because he cares about your consent.

“You’re no fun.”

“Sorry for respecting you, I guess?” He replies and you laugh quietly.

“Whatever. Fucking loser," you tease him. "Sleep over at my place and kiss me in the morning, then. How about that?” You suggest and he nods.

"I like the sound of that," he agrees, and you wish you could kiss that adorable smile off his face.

“Can you at least hold me for now?” As soon as you whine, he wraps his arms around you, bringing your body against his own and allowing your head to rest on his chest.

“Always.”

And though you can’t kiss him tonight, you spend the rest of the night clinging onto him, letting him drown your senses with his presence. Once you get home, you innocently share a bed with him and fall asleep holding his hand, anxiously waiting for the next morning, and not willing to let him go this time.

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maveras-posts · 5 months ago

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Art during 🖤CHRISTMAS🎄

Sorry for the delay I have had writers block and I’ve gotten surgery as well so I’ve had tons of time to think of how to make content that’s true to you and art. Happy Holidays yall!♥️🎄💋

Art LOVES Christmas like seriously don’t get in the way of his festiveness…seriously don’t 🥲

He’ll want to build a snow man (it won’t be your traditional one)

Most likely there will be a head that not made of snow on there (if ur catching my drift)

He’ll decorate the second Halloween is over

You’ll ask him what’s he’s doing at 3AM and he’ll whip around with the tree glasses on😭

The mofo will look like this:

Hell start blasting Mariah on repeat as well (ITS TIMMMEEE)

Will make himself sick from eating the cookies (For the love of God STOP him)

This motherfucker enjoys biting the heads of the gingerpeople off and placing them back 😡

I feel like he’s the type of person that would feed into the peppermint hype (Peppermint Latte, treats you name it he HAS IT!)

Art is also obsessed with popcorn, seriously he will attsck anyone who tries to take it

He would also love to decorate with you (let’s just say it’ll be unconventional tho😭 by that I mean ✨LimBs✨ and don’t forget the ✨GuTs✨)

He likes to make blood Snow angels (totally ignore the red—)

He would definitely also enjoy the ugly sweater hype and he might even make his own (might have nails and razors on it but ignore it please 🥲)

Art would most likely get annoyed at the Christmas Carolers (he’d get the flame thrower STOP HIM)

Art would also wake you up at 4AM to open gifts and will it take no for an answer

There may be a foot in your stocking (foot of ur enemy perhaps?)

For Christmas dinner he might make himself sick from the rolls and the cranberry sauce don’t question it reminds him of Bl00d

He might’ve gotten baked beforehand too it’s gonna be a fever dream lemme tell ya that now😭

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prattlinpeach · 1 year ago

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A snow day! Another one?!

This one happened fast! They were predicting some winter weather, but I don’t think they quite expected this! We woke up to the ground covered in a few inches of white and it was still coming down. I got out of bed, fed the pups, PSM advised me not to take them for a walk, the road outside our front door was not plowed and the roads were wet, slippery, and could be dangerous, and for the quarter…

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#4-Wheel Drive #Ego Snow Thrower #Hot Shower

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rise-my-angel · 1 year ago

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Jon Snow, the man who thought burning a man alive was so utterly cruel and inhumane, very publically defied a Kings orders in front of him, and everyone else in attendance, by showing Mance Rayder mercy and shooting an arrow into his heart before the fire could start to engulf him.

Yes I understand why he'd side with miss "I literally dream about my enemies dying screaming as I burn them alive on mass".

Totally justified, the man whose uncle and grandfather were also burned alive, would ever side with the burns alive with flying flame thrower queen whose father was the one who burned his uncle and grandfather alive.

I'm sure Brandon and Rickard Starks deaths had absolutely no impact on the manner in which Jon grew up as someone who thinks burning people alive is a monstrous way to execute someone. I'm sure it doesn't greatly bother him to watch people die the way his uncle and grandfather were murdered.

But hes got secret targ blood so who cares.

#game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #jon snow #anti jonerys #anti jonerys stans #anti daenerys targaryen #anti dany stans #anti targaryen #anti targ stans #brandon stark #rickard stark

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insanityclause · 2 months ago

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Over the last few months, celebrity-driven West End productions have suffered some inglorious crashes. So there was a certain degree of trepidation at the opening night for this star vehicle for Tom Hiddleston and Hayley Atwell. For five minutes, it must be confessed, this reviewer was worried; it seemed so over-miked, so hyper, so, well PINK.

But between the diamond-sharp banter and the endorphin fizz, something started to happen, and suddenly it erupted into one of the best parties in town.

Lloyd’s shamelessly hedonistic production seizes on the carnivalesque spirit of Shakespeare’s screwball classic and whisks it to Nineties clubland, complete with ecstasy-fuelled dancing, exuberant gender fluidity, and eye-goggling animal-head costumes. The dominant backdrop is a gigantic inflatable heart, while blizzards of pink ticker tape punctuate the action, heaping up on the stage like hallucinogenic snow. Images of the returning soldiers are swapped on mobile phones to be checked for heartthrob potential, while Mason Alexander Park’s non-binary Margaret delivers sonorous renditions of club classics including Taylor Dane’s Tell It To My Heart and Madonna’s Justify My Love. It would take a constitution of steel – not to say hotpants of lead – to stay immune to the technicolour joie de vivre.

During the course of her career, Atwell has proved she can cope with everything from corsets to dangling off a cliff on a train, so it’s no surprise to see her delivering Shakespeare’s quips like a knife thrower. As Beatrice, she superbly balances the blade-like wit with a heartfelt intelligence that makes the audience genuinely care when she lets down her guard enough to show that she has a connection with Benedick. Hiddleston’s enjoyable, self-mocking performance shows Benedick up as a self-regarding party boy with an easy-come easy-go attitude towards women. He flashes his pecs at Beatrice the first time he sees her after “discovering” her love for him, but when his loyalty is put to the test it rapidly becomes clear that there is subtlety beyond the six pack.

The enjoyably volcanic chemistry between the two actors comes in no small part from the way they negotiate the different rhythms of the production. Both clearly revel in the manic, sexualised dance routines – at one hilariously self-referential point each actor takes it in turns to dance suggestively round a cardboard cut-out of the other’s incarnation as a Marvel character. Both display a comedic physical versatility too. Hiddleston in particular brings the house down when he’s eavesdropping on the friends claiming that Beatrice loves him, alternately plunging like a pogo stick through a hidden trapdoor or exhaling so forcefully that pink ticker tape flies everywhere.Yet these two seasoned stage performers know how to stop the clock as well. When they pause and stare at each other, we sense the whole emotional hinterland of their relationship. In Atwell’s voice we hear the angry vulnerability that has led to her acquiring such a robust emotional armour. Both characters, we realise, are superb at levity because their emotions run so deep, and this chemistry comes particularly powerfully into play when they realise they have to defend the honour of Beatrice’s cousin, Hero.

As the younger pair of lovers, Claudio and Hero, James Phoon and Mara Huf tap strongly into the club vibe. For much of the production, their relationship seems almost cartoonish as they dart around the stage in shiny happy costumes revelling in a fetishised tongue-flicking sexuality. In contrast to Beatrice and Benedick’s psychological connection, theirs is an intense chemical love. It’s a tribute to both actors that the fallout feels so violent when Phoon’s Claudio wrongly suspects Hero of being unfaithful.

It's a glorious turnaround for Lloyd, whose The Tempest - which had much of the same cast - was drenched by the critics. There's nothing political about it – yet at the moment you clock this, you realise that it’s intensely political in its undiluted escapism. For two glorious hours there’s no need to think about Trump, Musk, Putin or any other aspect of the global polycrisis. Apart from the fact that with its strong women and gender fluidity this show represents everything the world's most oppressive politicians loathe. All the more reason, then, to lose yourself in the anarchic silliness and leave the theatre dancing.

#much ado about nothing #review

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The snow softly crunched under fWhip’s boots, leaving distinct footprints in the ground across the wither rose fields. This was one of his favorite places to go, a safe spot he’d had since childhood. Usually, no one bothered them while out here, the deadly flowers commanding a certain peace and tranquility. Despite what Gem may say, fWhip did, in fact, know how to be quiet. How could he muster up the will to be loud when observing the way the stark white of the snow contrasted against the roses’ delicate black petals?

The first snow of the winter had hit the night beforehand, dusting the entirety of the Grimlands in a couple inches of powdery frost, and wasn’t expected to stop anytime soon. fWhip could feel the snowflakes getting trapped in his beard and hair as he walked, adorning his coat with white speckles. They pulled their scarf tighter around their neck, burying their face in its fabric. Not in any attempt to conserve heat, no, but to inhale the familiar scent of gunpowder and the forge’s smoke, along with the newer hint of cinnamon and cloves associated with the season. Goddess, they loved winter.

The Count’s thoughts were interrupted with an impact against their back, right between their wings, snow exploding and shooting in every direction. fWhip’s wings flared up behind him as he whipped his head around, searching the snowy plains for the criminal guilty of snowball crimes- but found no one. He was alone, just like he’d been five minutes ago.

Huh. Weird.

fWhip squawked as another snowball soared past their face, narrowly missing them and smashing into a nearby tree. He was beginning to wonder if this was another one of Pix’s doings, Goddess knows fWhip didn’t need another arrow of weakness situation. They still cracked doors to peak inside before opening them fully months after taking that arrow to the shoulder. He shuddered at the memory before remembering the task at hand. Right, the phantom snowball thrower.

He leaned down to pack some of the snow between his gloved hands, scanning the area for the perpetrator. The field was still as empty as it had been before, not a person in sight. fWhip had just about dropped his projectile and given up when he spotted it. A blanket of snow had started to gather midair, revealing a distinctly wizard-shaped outline- complete with the vague notion of wings and a comically large hat. The redhead grinned, reeling back and launching his retaliating snowball at the figure that had accosted him.

Luckily, he’d been just in time. The invisibility potion the person had been using wore off right as the snowball made its impact. They lurched back, saving themself from falling by waving their arms frantically and stumbling backwards.

In front of him stood Gem, her eyes bulging out of her head as the snow dripped from her face. The look of absolute shock she wore sent fWhip into a laughing fit, doubling over with the force of it. “How did you see me?” She demanded, placing her hands on her hips in the signature way she did when she got offended.

fWhip finally stood back up, wiping tears from his eyes. “May- maybe don’t go invisible while it snows, it really blows your cover,” he wheezed out.

Their sister rolled her eyes, her face flushing all the way to her ears. “Yeah- well you’re gonna want some cover from this.”

fWhip raised a brow at her smirk, but his eyes widened as she raised her staff. Around Gem, some of the snow near her feet rose from its resting place, floating into the air in big clumps large enough to topple him if hit with one. They shrieked, scrambling to turn and run as the flurry unfolded, dodging and weaving through the trees. Oh, it was on.

#fanfic #my fanfic #empiresfic #count fwhip #fwhip #geminitay #wizard gem #roseblings #empires smp #empires s1

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