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Holding Hands With Your Heart

For Kanera Week day four: "On a mission." Set in a canon compliant universe, pre-SWR. Dedicated to @accidental-spice, who gave me the idea for this story!!

Rating/Warnings: T (canon typical injury, some description of blood, and someone kinda gets a knife thrown at them but don't worry they're fine)

Taglist: @accidental-spice @laughingphoenixleader @heckin-music-dork @auroramagpie @opalknight @firefoxtessa @day-to-day-thots @kaneraweek

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Hera wasn’t much a fan of undercover missions. She understood the need for them, of course. Sometimes meeting a contact in public was too dangerous, for either of them, without changing their looks. Especially this time— their contact had just escaped an Imperial prison near Bakura, and was hiding out while the authorities looked for him. Hera just hoped the information he was promising was accurate.

But more often than not she ended up wearing a dress, and worse yet, heels. Neither of which were very practical for potential escapes or shootouts.

None of this seemed to deter her altogether too enthusiastic companion.

“Looks like that’s our stop,” Kanan observed from the passenger seat of the speeder. Shooting her a grin, he said, “Ready to be married to me for the next twenty minutes?”

Rolling her eyes, Hera dead-panned, “I can hardly wait. Try not to go too over the top, dear.”

“Who, me?” Kanan gave her a look of mock injury as they pulled into a vacant lot, at the back of a large brick building. “I would never.”

“Uh-huh,” Hera said, still not totally convinced. Kanan had joined her crew almost two years ago now, and while the more serious flirting had stopped, he still liked teasing her. And while Hera wouldn’t admit it to his face, she liked matching wits with him.

Now, however, she was not in the mood for it. Switching off the speeder, she glanced at Kanan. “Okay, we’re looking for a human with reddish hair, pale skin, and a scar on his forehead. If he sees us first, he’ll head to the bar to order something, and I’ll make contact. Otherwise, I approach him first, but until then, we just mingle and hope for the best.”

“Sounds good,” Kanan said, hopping out of the speeder. As Hera got to her feet, he hurried around to her side and offered her a hand. “Shall we?”

“I feel like I should protest,” Hera said, “but honestly I’m not totally sure I’m not going to break my neck in these heels. And while that might get me out of this, it’s really not worth it.”

Kanan chuckled as he helped her out of the speeder. “You’re really not looking forward to this, are you?”

“Looking forward to being ogled for the rest of the night by drunk idiots? No, I am not,” Hera said, and Kanan grimaced.

“I can’t argue with that. Tell you what— if it gets too bad, wink at me twice and I’ll punch someone out or shoot them or something.”

Hera snorted with amusement. “I’ll keep that in mind. But that’s another thing— I can’t carry a blaster. I don’t like being unarmed.”

“Are you telling me you don’t have that knife I saw you use last week on you somewhere?” Kanan asked, lifting a skeptical eyebrow at her. “Because I find that hard to believe.”

Hera couldn’t hold back a wry smile at that. “You’ve got a point there, dear. Still, I prefer an outfit that goes better with a blaster than this.”

She wouldn’t exactly say she disliked the dress in question— it was far more tasteful than some of the others she’d found when they’d gone shopping. The simple sleeveless design appealed to her, as did the skirt that hit just below her knees, for both modesty and mobility’s sake. The color scheme was black and white, with the lower half of the skirt a filmy black, studded with sparkling beads, and the upper half a solid white. A swirling pattern, like waves or vines, swirled across the left half of the dress.

It was beautiful. But it was also eye-catching and showed more skin that she liked, strictly speaking, and there wasn’t anywhere practical to hide a blaster. So Hera had to make do with a knife and the hope that there weren’t too many people who’d be staring at her in there.

Thankfully, Kanan’s suit coat covered his blaster perfectly, so they weren’t totally unarmed. His outfit still bordered on casual— a suit jacket over a crisp white shirt, black slacks, and black shoes— but it was still strange to see him in formal wear. Which, Hera was loath to admit, he looked really good in.

If she told him that, he would be insufferable, so she wasn’t saying anything.

“I get it,” Kanan told her, bringing her mind back to the present. “It’s tough to be somewhere without anything to protect yourself— and I know it’s different, but I don’t love people staring at me, either. But we’ll get through this fast, maybe have a few drinks and something to eat, and save the day. Deal?”

“Deal,” Hera relented, looping her arm through his. “Let’s go.”

The night club they were infiltrating, Club Paraxo D’Prata, was invitation only. Despite several bribes, one instance of Kanan getting a Rodian very drunk, and a visit with a forger, they hadn’t been able to get any. So they went with an old standby, which Kanan liked to call “fake it til you make it.”

They headed up to the front, Kanan’s arm around Hera’s waist, the two of them laughing as they half-walked, half-stumbled their way up to the door, where two bouncers were waiting for them.

“Hi, there,” Kanan said, offering the duo— a bored looking human man and a muscular Devaronian, both well armed— a charming grin. “Sorry to bother you, but my companion and I are meeting some other friends inside. Any chance you can let us in?”

“Invitations?” the human droned, looking if possible, more bored.

Giving him a rueful grimace, Kanan said, “About that. I stepped inside earlier for a drink, and left my invitations inside, in my other jacket. If you’d just let me step into the entryway—”

“No entry without an invitation,” the human said, his boredom beginning to give way to irritation.

“We are so sorry,” Hera said quickly, making sure her voice held her natural Ryl accent. She gave the pair a smile. “We did mean to keep them with us, but we forgot. And Kerron did promise to buy me a drink here, didn’t you, love?” Lacing her fingers around his, she gave him an affectionate smile that was less forced than she’d expected it to be.

She felt him stiffen slightly, but his smile didn’t falter. “Surely you can understand, gentlemen,” he said. “I owe the lady a debt.”

The man started to respond, but the Devaronian spoke first, his tone gravelly. “I didn’t see you two come in earlier.”

“Oh,” Kanan said, glancing at Hera. “Um…”

“Plan B,” she muttered under her breath.

“Got it.” Turning to the bouncers, Kanan waved a hand, and Hera could swear she felt something thrum in the air. “You want to let us inside.”

The man’s eyes glazed over, his face going blank. “I… want to let you inside,” he said, the Devaronian echoing him seconds later.

“If you say so, sir,” Kanan said cheerfully. “Come on, Layda.”

Together, he and Hera slipped past the guards and made their way into the club together.

The inside of the club was dimly lit in blue, the walls made of rough bricks. Tables lined the corners of the room, with a bar on the right side and a stage in the very center, where a band was performing. Beings were clustered throughout the room, dancing or talking or sitting at the bar.

Not one of them seemed to take any notice of Kanan and Hera as they slipped inside. “Thanks for the save,” Hera murmured to him.

“Not a problem,” Kanan responded quietly, leading the way to the bar. They both took seats at the less populated end, Hera instinctively scanning for threats as they did so.

“Looks like we’ve got a group carrying blasters,” she said, nodding at a pack of black clad beings, standing around a Togruta wearing a white suit and more jewelry than Hera had ever seen on a person. Even his lekku had gold rings around them. “Some kind of crime lord, maybe?”

“Either way, we don’t want to tangle with him,” Kanan replied wryly, waving to the bartender. As the Rodian headed their way, he added, “Off duty Imperials, over by the stage. Next to that fake plant.”

Hera followed his discreet gesture to where two men were chatting up a duo of Twi’leks. “Military haircuts, and they stand like they’re Imperial,” Kanan said as the bartender arrived. Turning towards him, he said, “I’ll have a glass of Corellian whiskey.”

“And for the lady?” the Rodian asked, turning to her.

“If you could mix me a mocktail with something meiloorun, that would be lovely,” Hera said, offering him a smile.

“Right away, ma’am. Sir.”

As he retreated, Kanan asked, “So what’s the deal with our latest contact?”

“His name’s Atticus Nardeth. Apparently, he was an Imperial— Clone Wars veteran who just didn’t complain when the regime switched,” Hera explained, flicking her gaze across the crowd. “But then, he was sent to fight in the siege of Lasan.”

Understanding flashed through Kanan’s eyes. “I bet that changed his mind pretty quickly.”

“It did,” Hera said, pausing as the Rodian arrived with a tumbler for Kanan and a tall glass full of golden-orange liquid, a straw in it and a slice of meiloorun on the edge. Accepting hers with a smile, Hera waited until he was gone, then continued, “According to my source, the minute he realized what was happening, he put his rifle down and refused to go any farther. He was arrested, and spent the next years in prison.”

“Until now,” Kanan said.

Nodding, Hera sipped from her drink, enjoying the smooth, tangy-sweet taste. “He broke out two months ago, and he’s been on the run ever since. He claims to have some sort of information that the Empire would want, and so Fulcrum wants me to find out what he knows.”

“Sounds easy enough.” Kanan glanced around the room. “Any idea if he’s here yet?”

“The owner is a friend of his, so he probably is,” Hera said. “We just have to wait for him to show himself. I gave him a meeting time, so we just have to find him in the next hour.”

Snagging his cup, Kanan took a quick drink. “Then we’ve got some work to do. Mingling first or dancing?”

Hera sighed. “We’d better dance first. Then if I break my ankle, I can sit while I mingle.”

Kanan chuckled as he left a few credits on the counter, hopped out of his seat, and offered her a hand. “Don’t worry, Captain Hera. I’ve got your back.”

“You’d better,” Hera said, only half-joking as she placed her hand in his.

Together they headed out onto the dance floor as the band started playing an upbeat, fast-paced tune. Hera stumbled a few times at first, but quickly caught on to the rhythm of the dance. It helped that she had a good partner— Kanan was a better dancer than she’d expected, moving skillfully and covering for her mistakes with grace. “You never fail to surprise me, dear,” she told Kanan. “Someday, you’re going to have to tell me where you pick up these skills.”

Shooting her a grin, he said, “Now, where’s the fun in that? Want to try a spin?”

“Fine,” Hera said, unable to hold back a responding smile at his infectious delight. “But be prepared to catch me if I trip.”

“Always,” Kanan assured her. Lifting her arm, he spun her out. As Hera whirled around, she caught sight of a man sitting at a table set back in the shadows, watching them with a furrowed brow. Deliberately, he rose to his feet and started across the room towards the bar, and Hera caught sight of a dark scar curving across his temple, disappearing into his red hair.

He moved out of sight behind a crowd of Gotals, and Kanan pulled Hera back in. “Nice,” he complimented. “You didn’t even trip. I think you’re improving.”

“Undoubtedly,” Hera quipped wryly. Leaning closer, she lowered her voice. “I spotted our contact. He’s making his way to the bar.”

She felt Kanan’s muscles tighten slightly under her hands, and his chin brushed her forehead when he nodded. “Got it. Bad news— more Imperials just showed up, and they’re not out of uniform.”

Flicking a quick glance over her shoulder towards the door, Hera spotted one gray clad-figure making its way forward, followed by four in white. “That could be a problem,” she muttered. “We need a distraction.”

“I can handle that,” Kanan replied, and Hera arched an eyebrow at him.

“We need a distraction that doesn’t involve starting a bar fight. If we can get through this without the Empire spotting us or our contact, that would be ideal.”

“I can do subtle,” Kanan said. “Well, as subtle as distractions get. Don’t worry, it won’t cause a riot. Trust me on this one.”

Hera hesitated, then nodded. “Okay. I’ll head for the bar and get our friend. If anything goes sideways, we meet back at the speeder. Deal?”

“Deal,” Kanan said as the song they’d been dancing to came to an end. He started to pull away, his hand brushing her forearm, then paused, catching her eye. “Good luck.”

With that, he slipped away into the crowd, and Hera followed suit, making her way to the bar. She didn’t look after Kanan— although there was a part of her that wanted to, a part of her that wished she could follow him and feel his hand around hers again as they danced.

Don’t be ridiculous, Hera, she scolded herself. Whatever had been in that meiloorun drink was clearly going straight to her head.

Weaving her way through the crowd of dancing beings, she finally found herself at the bar. The red-haired man was sitting at the far end, a drink sitting untouched in front of him as he periodically glanced around the room.

Hera started to move towards him, then froze as a familiar deep voice rolled out from the stage. “Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for the interruption.”

Spinning around, Hera gaped at the sight of Kanan on stage, holding a microphone. Looking completely confident and at ease, he continued, “I’d like to take this time to dedicate this song to someone very special out there, who happens to look stunning tonight.”

And to Hera’s absolute shock, he began to sing as the band played a upbeat, jazzy tune—

“We went down to the water,

So help me, father,

I believe I fell in love.

Since the day we met,

Where you’re all I’m dreaming of.

His voice was better than Hera would have expected— deep and rich, and the skill of the band made up for any mistakes he made. And, more importantly, his theatrics had totally drawn the attention of everyone in the room, Imperials included. Thank the Force for that, Hera thought, and headed over to the far end of the bar.

As she took the seat next to him, the red-haired man looked up, a frown knitting his face. “Atticus Nardeth?” Hera asked quietly.

He nodded, relief filling his eyes. “And you’re Captain Syndulla. Fulcrum made sure I knew what you looked like. I can’t begin to thank you for taking this risk.”

“It’s what I do, Mr. Nardeth,” Hera said. “And you’re the one taking the risk. You said you have information that the Empire doesn’t want out?”

Nardeth nodded, glancing around. “It’s about Lasan, about the massacre. You’ve heard plenty about that, I imagine.”

“I have,” Hera said, feeling a twinge of sorrow. “I heard about the ion disruptors, that after they were brought in… there were no survivors.”

“But that’s just it,” Nardeth said, his voice a harsh whisper. “There are survivors.”

Hera felt a bolt of shock run through her, and she stared at him. “What?”

“Well, at least one survivor,” the man amended. “I don’t know how, but he managed to get off the planet just as the disruptors were being used. I’ve been looking into him, and I may have a potential location.”

Hera sat, unmoving, her mind whirring as Kanan launched into the chorus of the song he was singing. A Lasat survivor, out there somewhere. There was no question of what she was to do next. “Where?” she asked.

Before Nardeth could respond, a formal, accented voice from behind them spoke. “Excuse me, sir. You need to come with us.”

Turning, Hera’s stomach lurched when she saw the Imperial officer standing there, flanked by stormtroopers. Rising from her seat, she offered him a look of confusion. “Is there a problem, officer?’ she asked, stealthily slipping her knife out from the sheath under her dress.

“Not at all, ma’am,” the Imperial said with more politeness than Hera had expected. “We simply need to speak to your companion.”

Hera shot a glance at Nardeth, and saw the fear and resignation in his eyes. “I don’t think so,” she said, starting to lunge towards the officer— and froze at the sound of four blasters humming to life.

“Don’t move,” one of the troopers barked.

“I’m going to have to ask you to drop the weapon,” the officer said, his hand drifting towards the blaster he wore at his side.

Kriff, Hera thought, scrambling for a way out. She shot a glance in Kanan’s direction— but he’d just finished the song, and was looking the other way, distracted.

Misreading her look, the Imperial said, “I wouldn’t try running for it.”

“Fine,” Hera said, letting out a sigh, and lifting her hands as if in surrender. And then she did the only thing she could possibly think of— she threw the knife at Kanan.

For a moment, she thought it wouldn’t work, as she and the very confused Imperials watched it whistle through the air, heading straight for Kanan. And then, in the middle of a conversation with one of the band members, Kanan’s hand snapped up, and he caught the knife inches from his face. Turning, he gave Hera a look that very clearly said, “What the kriff?” And then the confusion melted away as he saw the men surrounding her, and he gave her a tiny nod.

The Imperial officer stared at Kanan for a minute, then turned towards Hera. “I didn’t think he was that bad of a singer.”

“It’s complicated,” Hera said, letting out a sigh as the band started up again— and then blaster fire sounded as Kanan leapt off the stage, shooting one of the stormtroopers in the back.

The Imperials spun around, going for their weapons. Hera grabbed the nearest object, which happened to be Nardeth’s drink, and smashed it over the officer’s head. He crumpled to the ground, unconscious, as Kanan charged towards them, blaster firing repeatedly.

The other troopers hit the ground within seconds, and pandemonium broke loose as the patrons of the club screamed and ran for the exits. Turning to Hera, Kanan held up her knife. “You threw a knife at my face,” he said, sounding wounded.

Plucking it from his hand, Hera replied, “I knew you would catch it.”

“That doesn’t mean you didn’t throw a deadly weapon at my face,” Kanan protested.

“Well, I tried giving you two winks but you were distracted,” Hera said, rolling her eyes.

Kanan opened his mouth to protest, stared at her for a long moment, then closed his mouth. “Right. Let’s figure out a way out of here before more Imperials show up.”

“Good plan,” Hera agreed. “The exits are too crowded. Nardeth, is there a way out that leads to the back lot?”

“There’s a window upstairs,” the man said.

“Show us,” Kanan commanded, grabbing a blaster from one of the dead troopers and tossing it to Hera. Nardeth immediately moved forward through the crowd, and Kanan and Hera followed on his heels.

They’d made it halfway up the staircase in the back of the room when they heard voices shouting orders from downstairs. “Looks like the Empire finally showed up,” Kanan said.

“Then we’d better make this quick,” Hera said. “Nardeth?”

“This way,” he said, leading them into a parlor with ornate furniture and a fairly large window. Hera moved up to it, peering through the dirty glass. Sure enough, it looked out on the vacant lot, their speeder visible at the far end.

“Does this window open?” she asked, and Nardeth shook his head. “Alright— stand back.”

They all backed up, and Hera fired a blaster bolt into the center of the window, shattering the glass. There were urgent shouts from below, and Kanan moved to the door, shutting it and shoving a char in front of it as Hera cleared the last shards of glass from the window.

“It’s quite a drop, but we should be able to handle it,” she said. “Kanan, you go first.”

“You’re the pilot,” Kanan pointed out. “Wouldn’t it make more sense for you to go first?”

Giving him a “don’t you dare argue right now” look, Hera said, “I want someone down there to make sure we don’t bump into any Imperials. Now, please. Nardeth, you go after him. I’ll watch our backs.”

Kanan grumbled something under his breath, but hopped up onto the window sill and vaulted out. Nardeth followed seconds later, and Hera was about to follow when she heard someone banging on the door.

“Open up in the name of the Empire!”

“Oh, great,” Hera muttered. Scrambling onto the sill, she raised her blaster as the door flew open— but was stopped by the chair Kanan had shoved in the way. Still, the crack was large enough for blaster fire to come zipping into the room. Hera returned fire quickly, edging towards the opening. She could hear Kanan shouting her name from below, but steadfastly ignored it. Just another minute, and I can make it out. Just one more—

A stray blaster bolt slashed across her arm, and Hera let out a gasp of pain, jerking backwards instinctively. Her foot slipped, and suddenly she was plummeting over the edge of the windowsill.

She braced herself for a painful landing— but slammed into something decidedly less unyielding than the permacrete ground. “Gotcha,” Kanan grunted, staggering a little and Hera clung to him instinctively as he caught his balance. “You okay?” he asked.

“Fine,” Hera replied breathlessly— which was from the fall, of course. It had nothing to do with the fact that she was so close to his face that she could see the variations of color in his blue green eyes. She could feel him breathing, his arm secure and warm around her waist.

Seeming to realize he was still holding her, Kanan hastily set her down. “Right,” he said, lifting an eyebrow as he nodded at her arm. “Because that’s okay.”

“That’s going to have to wait until later,” Hera said as more crashes sounded from above them. “Let’s go!”

They raced over to the speeder, and Hera had it up and running in seconds. With both Kanan and Nardeth on board, she shot out of the vacant lot, cruising down the street and away from the club as fast as possible.

They ditched the speeder a few blocks from the spaceport, then hurried down the streets, avoiding people as much as possible, Hera wearing Kanan’s jacket to disguise the wound on her arm. Somehow, they made it to the spaceport and reached the Ghost without being caught.

Just being on board her ship made Hera feel better. Bolting into the cockpit, she began the startup sequence, ignoring the throbbing from her arm that grew with every second.

“Whoa— what happened? Is this your idiot’s fault?” Chopper beeped indignantly.

“It’s the Empire’s fault, Chop,” Hera said. “As always. Now let’s get moving, I don’t want to tangle with any TIEs on the way out of here.”

“Eh, a little murder always spices up the evening,” Chopper disagreed, but he rolled forward to help her anyways. Within seconds, the Ghost’s engines had rumbled to life and they were lifting off.

There was no sign of pursuit, but Hera still refused to relax until they’d broken through the atmosphere and the stars blurred into hyperspace around them. Only then did she sit back in her chair, taking a deep breath. She felt herself shaking from the aftermath as the adrenaline drained away.

“Hera.” Kanan’s voice jolted her upright, and she realized with alarm that she’d been drifting off. He was kneeling next to her, his brows knitted together in concern. “We need to get that arm looked at.”

“It’s just a scratch— I can take care of it myself,” Hera said. “Where’s the first aid kit?”

Kanan responded by holding it up, and Hera reached for it. “No,” he said firmly. “You’re the boss, and you know I respect that. But I’m not gonna sit by and watch as you stitch yourself up. Let me help. That’s why I’m here.”

Hera nearly started arguing— but he was right. And she was honestly too tired to fight him on this right now. “Okay,” she said, reluctantly sitting up. “Let’s get this over with.”

Carefully, Kanan helped her pull off the suit coat. The blaster burn had started bleeding, and a dark stain marred the inside of the sleeve, blood sticking it to Hera’s skin. She winced as it pulled painfully against her skin. “Sorry,” Kanan murmured as he tugged the sleeve away.

“I’m sorry,” Hera said, shrugging off the coat and biting her lip hard against the pain. The burn was small enough that it wasn’t a big problem, but it definitely stung. “I bled all over your jacket.”

Kanan gave her a look that she couldn’t quite decipher. “I don’t really care about the jacket.” Flipping open the first aid kit, he started digging through the contents, and Hera took the opportunity to grimace, pressing her eyes shut. Stars, this hurts.

When she opened her eyes, Kanan was watching her again, his frown even deeper. “What’s wrong?” Hera asked. “If you’re mad at me about staying behind longer—”

“Force, no. You’re the boss, remember? I do what you say, and try not to worry too much.” Kanan was quiet for a long moment as he pulled out bacta spray and gauze, and Hera pretended her mind wasn’t fixating on the implication that Kanan worried about her.

Finally, he spoke. “You’re allowed to hurt. You know that, right?”

Hera frowned at him. “What?”

Kanan exhaled hard, rubbing his forehead with a frown. “You’re allowed to hurt. You always just… bottle it up. Keep a strong face so no one sees that it’s affected you— and don’t get me wrong, I admire how strong you are.” Soaking some of the gauze in bacta spray, he began to gently dab at the wound, cleaning away the blood. “But you don’t always have to be the strong one. Sometimes, it’s okay to let things out.”

As he kept working, Hera stared at him, feeling surprise cutting through her. She’d never really thought about what he was saying. For her, for years, it had just… been this way. Just her and Chopper, with no one to really take care of her. So she’d had to grit her teeth, to stitch herself up and not let herself fully feel the pain until she collapsed into her bunk.

But now, things were different. Now she had a crew. Or to be more precise, she had Kanan. Kanan, who was carefully wiping the last of the blood away from her wound, and wrapping it in gauze, his hands gentle.

It was the last thing she would have expected from the gunslinger she’d met on Gorse. But then, Kanan was always surprising her these days.

“You’re right,” she said quietly, and Kanan glanced up at her, surprise flashing through his eyes. “I’m not used to having someone else take care of me. It’s still new, and I don’t want to be a burden—”

“You could never be a burden, Hera,” Kanan said, his voice firm. “You’re the reason we got this far, you’re the one who’s holding this crew together. You’re allowed to let someone take care of you every now and then.”

The look in his eyes was determined, but there was also a warmth in his eyes, one that sent a shiver through Hera. “And… and you’re the one who’s going to be taking care of me, then?” she asked.

Tucking in the last edges of the bandages, Kanan offered her a half-smile. “That’s why I’m here, Captain Hera.”

His words were cavalier, but the care with which he finished bandaging her arm, and the way his hands lingered, just for a second, fingertips brushing her skin— that told a different story. Packing away everything in the first aid kit, he rose to his feet, glancing at her. “You looked nice tonight, by the way. But you always do.”

“Oh,” Hera managed, caught off guard. But something about the compliment. It had been a long time since he’d said something like that— but there was something about this time that made it feel real, and brought a smile to her face. “Thank you,” she said. “You’re a better singer than I would have thought.”

Kanan smiled back, and for a moment it was just the two of them, watching each other and wondering what would happen next, if one would make the first move or if this would be another missed opportunity.

And then the cockpit door hissed open. “I’m sorry to interrupt, Captain,” Nardeth said tentatively, and both Kanan and Hera turned towards him.

“Not at all,” Hera said, rising from her chair. “When I spoke to Fulcrum earlier, they said that they had a place for you to hide— we’re heading to the rendezvous point now.”

“Thank you,” Nardeth said. “I appreciate that— but I’m here about the Lasat survivor right now.”

“Wait,” Kanan said, and Hera glanced over to see his eyes widening. “There’s a Lasat survivor? That’s why we’re here?”

“I was as surprised as you were,” Hera said quietly. Looking back at Nardeth, she said, “Of course. Do you have a location?”

“He’s been moving around a lot,” the man said, “but his last known location was Kijimi.”

Hera turned to look at Kanan, and found him already looking at her, eyes expectant. “I guess we’re going to Kijimi, then,” she said. “As long as you’re in, dear.”

“I’m with you all the way,” Kanan promised. And not for the first time, Hera wondered if there was something else behind that promise, something that had been there when they first met and was steadily growing stronger.

It wasn’t the first time she’d wondered about this. But it might have been the first time she found herself hoping for it.

This wasn’t something she had time to worry about now, though. Right now, she had another mission to run, and a Lasat to find. But she had Kanan by her side— and together, the two of them could handle anything.

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angrylizardjacket · 4 years ago

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fit by my side {Machine Gun Kelly}

@bitchylittleredhead said: Okay I hear your MGK x pastel!reader and I raise you MGK x Mother Nature!reader. Hella plants, strong love for animals, heckin soft, v kind, mom friend, sunshine child. (I just really really love soft paired with him, it’s so damn cute) also I love you I hope you are well 🧡

Also This Concept

A/N: 3177 words. Gender Neutral Reader (they/them) ! im worried kells is OOC. also there’s no smut but it does get M rated, but there’s no genitals specified. gets quite sappy at times. also @url-under-construction i hope u like it and i hope its good.

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When you meet Colson, he’s famous, but he’s not, you know, famous famous. You meet on the set of The Dirt; he’s one of the stars, you’re a production assistant and stand-in when they need it, and you don’t think for a second that he’ll even remember your name when this is all over.

But he does; in rehearsals, you’re the one reading the lines for the characters they haven’t cast yet, and the first time the four main cast members see you, in your floaty, floral top, and your gentle aura, and then to hear you say, with absolute sincerity, ‘your mom’s a cunt’, it has them bursting out laughing. You smile, sweet and kind, and you step gently through the blocking that has the character you’re currently standing in for, stabbing Tommy - Colson - with a pen.

Maybe the juxtaposition of you taking part in this whole production is what intrigues him.

When filming starts, you’re still around, and something about seeing you, amid this performance of debauchery, and yet you’re still sincere and gentle, your choice of attire making you stick out like a sore thumb amid the leather and grime. At first, he tries to play it off, that you look somewhat out of place and it’s eye-catching, but you bring the cast food and water and whatever they need, you go on coffee runs, and take a genuine interest in each of them, and by the time he realises that his mood lifts every time he walks on set and sees you there, he knows he can’t play it off as you catching his eye for completely platonic reasons.

He asks you out the week after Casie leaves from visiting set, having seen you interact with her, entertain her while Colson was in hair, treating her with just as much kindness and respect as you did everyone else on the production. It convinces him that your intentions are true, and he knows that he can’t finish this production without shooting his shot.

By the time the wrap party comes around, you’re calling him your boyfriend, at first tentative, looking to him for confirmation, but then you see the way he beams at how the words sound when you say them, and you grow more confident each time you say it.

It’s met with... confusion.

Really?

It seems no-one saw that coming - if anyone, I would have expected Douglas - you hear, and frown.

“What does that mean?” You ask; a frown is rare to see on your face, but you’re wearing it anyhow, and the woman your speaking to splutters her way around a sentence as she’s trying to backpeddle.

“I just- I mean, well, Kells - Colson - he’s so... Doulgas just seems more... refined? Not that Colson not, you know- you’re just -”

“I’m just what?” You ask, not accusing, more curious than anything else, and the woman’s voice dies in her throat as she looks you over; pale blue jeans and a pastel, patterned button-down that would have looked right at home in the eighties.

“I’m just concerned for you,” she eventually says, laying her hand on yours like she’s trying to do you a favour, “Colson’s intense, I’m just worried you’ll get hurt.” You see what she’s trying to say, but her tone is so painfully condescending.

“I’m an adult,” you tell her, tone understanding but firm, “and I appreciate your concern, but I promise I can take care of myself.”

The moment you can get out of the conversation, you find Colson, talking animatedly to one of the makeup artists, and you slot yourself into the space by his side. Automatically, without even stopping the conversation, he wraps his arm around you and pulls you close, and you gratefully take the moment to press your face against him, wrapping your arms around him without saying a word. It’s both strangely intimate and familiar, his thumb rubbing small circles against your side.

As he stops talking, there’s a lull, and you don’t have to look up to know the makeup artist is giving you both a strange look.

“Ignore me,” your voice is muffled against him, using one hand as if to waive off any last bits of hesitation.

“They’re fine,” Colson assured, tapping you on the hip. He’s still oozing casual confidence

You’ve been together for almost half of filming, which isn’t exactly a short amount of time, but usually you try and keep things professional on set, so it’s nice to be able to be close to him in public.

The rest of the cast know, of course, you’ve been out with them on several occasions, and they all have come to adore you just as much as you adore them. Something about hearing Daniel drunkenly assure you that if Colson ever hurts you, that there’d be a line of people ready to slap some sense into him. You try to brush him off, endeared by his drunken affection, but he turns suddenly to the rest of the cast.

“Hey, hey, hey - who’d throw down for Y/N?” He asks; without hesitation, Douglas, Iwan, and Colson raise their hands, eyes wide and alert, as if the offer needed to be acted upon immediately. The show of support has your heart swelling in your chest.

You find yourself fitting into his life back in LA easily; while beginning work as an assistant on a Netflix original series, you call into his house in the Hollywood Hills, delighted to be privy to demos and snippets from his next album.

And you meet his friends, shake their hands and smile and chatter with them. They’re not sure what to make of you at first, no-one really is when you present yourself in conjunction with Colson, but soon they start to see what he sees in you. It’s endearingly genuine and thoughtful and honest and enthusiastic and -

“They’re like sunshine,” it’s Rook’s Instagram live, almost six months into your relationship with Colson, that really cements it to the public. Rook is smoking in Colson’s living room in the middle of the afternoon between recording sessions, and someone asked what your deal was.

“I’m so sick of - and I know Kells is, and Y/N too, not that they’d ever say anything. ‘ve never heard them say a bad word ‘bout anyone, you know,” Rook hits the blunt again, his face scrunching up, “but everyone ‘round here’s so fuckin’ sick of people talkin’ shit ‘bout ‘em. For real, Y/N is sunshine, nicer than all of you motherfuckers put together,” and he laughs, but it’s clear he isn’t entirely joking, “- you know what?” He asked, eyes lighting up and standing abruptly, grabbing the phone.

“Baze, man, you seen Y/N?” He calls, and Baze responds from somewhere off-camera that you’re outside. The comments are going off, but he pays them no mind, heading out to the backyard, only to see you by the back fence, peering over into the trees, on your tip toes, one hand straining over the fence, in shorts and a singlet in sunshine yellow.

Rook calls your name.

You shush him loudly, and then, without looking at him, slowly wave him over.

As he approaches, he can hear the telltale sound of a bird chirping, and as soon as he gets close, he hears you whisper -

“I think they’re bluebirds,” you murmur, and finally look back at him, lowering yourself, surprised to see his phone held aloft. He tells you he’s live streaming, you wave awkwardly, which is when he sees the slice of banana you’re holding, “I’m not sure what they eat; do bluebirds eat banana?” You ask, a little helpless, looking at Rook, and then to his phone.

After a moment, you step aside, and gesture for Rook to take a look over the fence, and sure enough there’s a nest with a single, rather sad looking bluebird with it’s wing bent at a strange angle, calling out pathetically, obscuring a few eggs, just out of arm’s reach. While he’s looking over the fence, also trying to reach them, and also trying to get the phone close enough to see if anyone watching the livestream could identify the bird or offer any suggestion, he hears your footsteps retreating.

“Stay there, I’m going to get Kells,” you call out to him, voice bright, “he’s got long arms!” And Rook bursts out laughing; you weren’t wrong.

While waiting, he sits against the fence and answers a few more questions, until he looks up and sees you, expression concerned, and Colson uncharacteristically fond as he lets you lead him by the hand.

You show him the nest and ask for him to get it, worried the bird was hurt, and he obligingly reaches over the back fence to gently collect the bird nest, trying his best not to jostle the bird. The bird’s wing appeared to be broken, and Rook ends the live when you mention that you’re going to take the bird to the vet.

Already, the fandom is exploding from what had transpired.

People are making suggestions as to what the birds should be named, people are claiming your caring and sweet personality is completely fake, people in the live managed to screenshot Colson’s expression as you’d lead him to the birds, how smitten he was with his hand in yours, and have started posting ‘get u a man who looks at u like kells looks at y/n’ all over twitter and tumblr.

“Bird update!” Several hours later, Colson posts a series of videos to his instagram story, “for those of y’all who don’t know, Y/N found a bird with a broken wing in a tree out the back of my place, we rescued it and it’s eggs, and took it to the vet,” and with that he flips the camera around, from a close up on his face, to show a large, cardboard box in the corner of the room.

Peep Davidson was written in large, black letters on the side of the box.

The rest of the videos are outlining what the vet had told you all, and that the bird should only take about seven days to heal before you could put them all back into the wilderness.

At that, he pauses.

“You worried about putting the birds back when you saw that cat the other day?” And he angles the camera to reveal you, laying with your head in his lap.

“The orange one?” You ask, voice heavy, as if he’d disturbed you when you’d been right about to fall asleep. You yawn, and he confirms, you give a little, lazy shrug and smile, “not sure where that cat is.”

“Fuckin’ hell, babe,” Colson laughs, “you gotta stop finding random animals in my backyard.”

“They find me,” you counter, and shift so you can press your face against his belly, humming contentedly as his free hand begins stroking your back.

“Snow White-Cinderella-Pied Piper motherfucker,” how that is somehow the softest, most gentle words to ever leave his lips, is utterly baffling, but there’s so much love and adoration but you turn enough for the camera to catch your delighted little smile, “you’re-” he starts, “who’s that dude from that, that My Hero shit we were watching the other night?”

“Koji Koda, you weeb,” you tease him fondly, knowing exactly who he’s referring to, and that’s where the video ends.

That’s the day it’s confirmed for the rest of the world. There’s countless paparazzi photos, and hints, and speculation, but this is the first time he’d called you anything but your name, and they’d all seen you snuggling up to him, your head in his lap.

This also is the day the trend begins on his Instagram story of a photo of you, usually in his backyard, with whatever animal had decided to befriend you that day.

My partner. My backyard. No fucking idea who’s animal that is.

And he still goes out and gets fucked up, and sometimes you’re there, and sometimes you’re not. When you’re out together, it still doesn’t quite make sense; he’s hard partying and over the top, and it seems like it wouldn’t be your scene at all.

But then there’s photos of Colson and a few of his friends standing on the edge of a roof, announcing that they’re Kings, and you’re by his side, smiling and waving at the person taking the photograph. He manages to get himself injured pulling a stunt at a friend’s house party, but you’re in the back of some influencer’s vlog, straddling his lap with tissues in your hand, him holding you secure as you clean up the scrape on his forehead; it’s kind of sickening how in love he looks, as he watches the way you concentrate. When you notice his expression, your own softens, and you lean in to give him a kiss.

And so you start to make sense, but people still ask why.

So when asked, you tell people that you support each other, and challenge each other, and yeah, that’s absolutely why you’re together, but it’s not the whole reason as to why you make sense.

Because no-one sees the way you hook your finger into his belt loop at the back of his pants at the house party, and you press a kiss between his shoulder blades, and he knows exactly what that means. He’s quick to make some flimsy excuse to leave as you step into place by his side, which everyone he’s speaking to immediately sees through. You play at being flustered, tucking your embarrassed expression against him as he slings his arm around your shoulders, and calls an Uber.

The drive back to his place has you both on edge with anticipation, his hands all over you in the back of the car while you try to hold a civil conversation with the driver. It’s killing you not to give in, but you know it’s worth it.

“You’re such an idiot!” You announced, grinning from ear to ear the moment you get into the house, before the door’s even closed, and he slams it shut to press you against it. Kissing him feels like a cathartic release, but after a moment you shove him back, loudly admonishing him for taking part of a stunt that got him hurt.

“You could have been seriously hurt!” You keep poking him in the chest to punctuate your words, and he steps back each time, expression alight, pupils blown wide. He keeps reaching out, as if to touch you, to snag your clothes, like it’s a game when you smack his hand back every time.

“Got a gnarly cut though,” he pointed out, as his ass hits the kitchen island. His legs open, making space for you, and you step into it.

“Gnarly cut,” you murmur, tone surprisingly derisive, and you reach up to push his hair back from his forehead. His head tips back, leaning into your touch, the look on his face almost dreamy even as you’ve got a hand on his hips, pushing him back on the counter.

Then you’re in his lap on the counter, hand fisted in his hair, lips on his neck, leaving bruises and bite marks. He’s trying to get you naked, efficient and desperate, but the moment he gets your shirt off, you push the fruit bowl behind him onto the floor, and push him back against the granite countertop.

“You were worried about me,” he smirks up at you, admiring you with your hands planted either side of his head.

“Because you don’t worry about your damn self!”

“Ooh, breaking out damn tonight? Must be serious,” he teased, deliberately riling you up; he loved this side of you just as much as the sweetness. Instead of responding, you reach up under his shirt and rake your nails harshly down his chest and stomach, delighting in the way he arched up at the sudden sensation, eyes falling closed.

With one hand still flat against his belly, the other comes up to cup his jaw, gentle at first, before your fingers move to caress his throat, and you press yourself against him.

“If you get yourself killed, I’ll kick your ass,” you whisper, lips inches from his as you press firmer against his throat. He grins, and sighs, the sound content and syrupy and so fucking into it, leaning up, to meet your lips with his, to feel the pressure on his neck just a little more.

And you bite, and you scratch, and you ride him on the kitchen island. The location is new, but the situation isn’t; once he’d discovered the righteous, sexual fury you’d been bottling up, he’d been more than happy to let you unleash it on him. Not to say that he didn’t give as good as he got; there’s been several times he’s had you swearing a blue streak, seeing stars, desperate and blissed out in equal measure.

But then there’s your dominant moments, the mean streak, and the teasing, the sting of your nails and your teeth and the way you push him around, into the mattress, against the wall without hesitation, and that he covets. No-one else is allowed to see you like that. To be tied up or blindfolded or or punished or pushed around, at your mercy, it’s as close to Heaven as he’s ever felt on Earth, because he knows without a shadow of a doubt that your heart is kind, that you’d never really hurt him in a way he wouldn’t like.

You make him feel safe.

And it’s not just the sex, you’re never dismissive of ideas or suggestions, seemingly always ready to help if he ever needs it, rather than judgmental. It makes him want to be there for you too.

He wants to be better for you.

Which is kind of terrifying to consider.

“I love you,” he tells you in the shower, in the afterglow, soft, pausing where he had been washing your back where you couldn’t reach. It wasn’t the first time he’d said it, but he felt like he needed you to hear them.

“Love you too,” you say around a yawn, though the words are as genuine as they’d always been coming from you, and you lean back against him, leaning your head against his cheek in a moment of quiet intimacy. You try to kiss him like this, but turns your face directly into the shower, and end up spluttering and breaking the moment.

Colson chuckles softly, stepping back and pulling you with him, out of the stream of water and into his arms so he could kiss you properly. You’re still giggling as you’re wiping the water from your eyes, looking at him with fond adoration. When you settle your arms around him, you quiet down and bask in the moment, his forehead coming to rest against yours, warm and safe in his embrace, sensing that, in that moment, he felt the exact same way.

#mgk #machine gun kelly #mgk x reader #machine gun kelly x reader #machine gun kelly imagine #mgk imagine #colson baker #colson baker imagine #colson baker x reader #the dirt #the dirt cast #the dirt cast imagine #rook xx #douglas booth #daniel webber #iwan rheon #the angry lizard writes

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toonytoodles · 4 years ago

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G/t families pt. 2 cause I can't stop thinking about them -

Parent teacher conferences would be awkward

"I thought both parents would be attending this meeting?"

"Oh we're both here, my wife's in my purse"

"Oh we're both here, my wife's in the parking lot, she won't fit in the building"

Tiny parents having their kid carry them to the meeting/climbing the desk

Giant parents tapping on the teachers window, asking them to come outside to make things easier

Making meals of different proportions, having to learn how to make super duper tiny meals or meals that are ridiculously huge

Small dining room sets placed on big dining room sets to the fam can sit and eat together

Imagine a borrower or a giant trying to chaperone a field trip

Hide and seek can be really easy or really REALLY hard, alternatively, losing track of people can get scary quickly, "HONEY WHERE ARE THE KIDS?" /

"KIDS WHERE'S YOUR MOTHER?"

"Wha- We can't get a dog!"

"Please mom! I can handle the responsibility!"

"Sweetie, it's not that you're not responsible, it's that you're 5 inches tall, I just don't think-"

[Kid starts looking upset]

Parent sighs, "... You'd be able to reach to pet it, what about a rabbit instead?"

Date night! Tiny sits on table as the parents have a fancy candlelit dinner, enjoying the romantic mood as they chat, not necessarily a family trope, but it's heckin cute

Tall/small siblings of various ages. Yes.

Kids of different sizes sharing a room

"Can you please make an ATTEMPT to keep your stuff on your side of the room?! You keep putting your backpack right in front of my bed- it's annoying! I can't lift that!"

"You need to clean up in here- I'm gonna get lost in all your garbage"

"Mom! [Tall] won't help me reach [the thing] even though they're the one who moved it where I can't reach it!"

When tall sibling has headphones and can't hear small sibling, small sibling climbs them and pulls it off their ear, and begins speaking directly into their ear

Smalls with tall younger siblings -

Tea parties

Interacting with dolls since they can't hold one, they must play the part

"Don't you get it?! Don't you see the hat?! I am misses Nesbit!"

You must play in their block castle they made special for you, this is the way

You can't exactly play tag or chase, and they firmly believe you're cheating at hide an seek, at least there's board games and cartoons

Babysitting is the WORST

Talls with small younger siblings -

They'll want to climb on you and sit on your head

Help them play super hero by helping them fly

They need to "help," with litterally everything, it's difficult to convince them not too, especially when it's potentially dangerous, then they must prove themselves

Constant mischief, watch them at all times

Smalls with tall older siblings -

"I'm taller and older, you have to listen to me!"

"Do you need help? No? Okay, well, I'm here if you need it... You sure you don't want help though?"

"I'm your big, big sister! You can talk to me, I'll keep you safe, emotionally and physically!"

"This used to be part of a Barbie set, I thought it'd gotten rid of it, but you can have it if you want!"

Talls with small older siblings -

"Why're you always in charge?! I'm a big kid and you're not!"

"Jimmy you're 5, I'm 16, look I know I'm small, but if you were ever put in charge the house would catch on fire, it's better if you just listen and let me handle it"

"You may have been born first, but I'm bigger and stronger so I should do it"

"... Okay, but only because I can't. You have to listen to what I tell you though okay? I'll talk you through it"

Fights pranks and sibling rivalries could get ugly fast, especially if they're younger, please watch the kids

Sorry if they're bad or if it's written poorly, it's like 12am, but here's more of my thoughts/rambles, cause GOSH we need more of this kinda thing, it could just be SO CUTE

Btw I borrowed ideas from @pocketpeony for this, check out her OCs, she's got a bean kid with a bean mom and a borrower big brother, it's super cute, go look at it

#g/t #giant/tiny #borrowers #giant tiny #gt #sfw gt #g/t prompts #giant #gt fluff #domestic g/t #Please I want more #why do i have to come up with all of this it should already be a thing- EXCEPT HOLLYWOOD IS A COWARD

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fandommemequeen · 3 years ago

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the mood 2night </3

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ticklish-touch · 4 years ago

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OH how about Fritz for the ask meme?

Yesss my shitty gremlin man >:3

1.) On a scale of 1-10, how ticklish are they?

Probably a solid 7-8, hehe

2.) Where is their most ticklish spot(s)?

THE BEANS. His toe beans are killer. Also his thighs and ribs are pretty bad.

3.) Which spots are they not ticklish?

Tbh he's ticklish pretty much all over. Maybe his arms/forearms?

4.) What is their laugh like?

Even though he has a very raspy grating speaking voice, his laugh is actually really heckin cute. He giggles, squeaks, hiccups and yelps. Though if you tickle his worst spots intensely enough he will absolutely let out a grating mandrake screech, so uh, be prepared for that

5.) Do they enjoy tickling? if yes, is it a fun platonic/familial thing, or kinky thing to them, or can it be both depending on the circumstance?

He loves it, mostly loves being a little shit and sneak-attacking with tickles to get what he wants out of people. It started platonic, since his grandmother and some friends in his village would playfully tickle him sometimes, but he absolutely enjoys it in a kinky context too.

6.) Are they more often a lee or ler, generally?

He typically tends to be more of a Ler, but he does enjoy getting got when he's in the right mood for it.

7.) Who is someone in their life that they tickle often?

There isn't really one set person, he's a tickle monster to everyone he comes across. He is friends with Clancy tho and they travel together sometimes, so I can see them getting into tickle fights.

8.) Who is someone in their life that they get tickled by often?

See above; Clancy's probably the only one who consistently sneaks tickles to him.

9.) Does the word “tickle” or any variation of embarrass them?

Not in normal conversation, and he can say it just fine. But teasing him with "coohie-coos" and "tickle-tickle" while wrecking him will make him screech, especially if you say it in German.

10.) Are they embarrassed about their ticklishness, and do they try to deny/hide it?

Depending on his mood. He won't deny that he's ticklish, he just tries to hide how ticklish he is. But other times he enjoys it as a sort of challenge to see how much he can take. He is kinda embarrassed that his beans are so sensitive.

11.) Would gentle tickling or rough tickling affect them more?

Rough tickling, definitely. He may protest it, but he'd much rather get totally destroyed than endure soft tickles. Gentle tickling bores him and just makes him needy & makes him want to retaliate.

12.) Is there a specific spot that they enjoy being tickled, either exclusively or more than other spots? what is it? He may be embarrassed by it but he loves having his toe beans getting got. He also really enjoys tickles along his ears - and his butt & base of his tail when he's with a partner.

13.) Is there a spot that they can’t stand to be tickled, either because it’s just too sensitive, or it’s uncomfortable/painful/etc? what is it? Not really? Maybe since he has digitigrade feet, you wouldn't want to tickle the tendons on the back of his leg/foot too hard or it'd get painful.

14.) Would they ever purposefully bug a friend/partner/sibling into tickling them, and if so, how would they go about it? Absolutely. He'll be a total brat, annoying & provoking his friend or partner and daring them to wreck him in revenge.

15.) Does teasing affect them? Yes, he may be a beast at dishing out the teasing & taunting but he absolutely cannot take it himself, he'll cuss you out the whole time.

#tickling #ticklish #tickle asks #original character #tickling questions #questions #alp #elf #imp

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kinder-writes-surprises · 4 years ago

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Yellow Lingerie

Anonymous asks: I’m back! Can I get a nsfw Aizawa hc where he comes home from a long day of work to find his fem!s/o in yellow lingerie (I have a hc that that’s his fave color) & the sexy times that come from him seeing her in that? Pls & thank you! P.s. I love your work, keep it up!! (✿╹◡╹)

-Mod Raven

Word Count: 351

🕶️ When Shouta first arrives home, he’s suspicious. All the lights are dimmed and he can smell something burning, candles by the looks of it.

🕶️ He knows that you only burn candles when you have a certain something on your mind, so, sighing, he makes his way through the house to tell you that he’s not in the mood right now.

🕶️ Shouta gets to the bedroom and he drops his bag, his eyes glued to your body, tent building in his pants.

🕶️ Fuck.

🕶️ Shouta can’t believe his eyes, he’s not sure why but you’re wearing the most beautiful piece of yellow lingerie and suddenly, he’s in the mood. He’s so in the heckin’ mood.

🕶️ When he gets to you, he presses his lips to yours heatedly, a groan of need mixing into the kiss as his hands explore the new material; he was getting harder just at the thought of fucking you while you wore it.

🕶️ His hands switch from exploring the material to exploring your body, teasing your nipples and your clit, his forefinger dipping between your already soaked folds.

🕶️ The moment this grumpy teacher is naked, he’s on top of you, kissing along your body, rubbing himself against your entrance, his cock throbbing in need. He wants you.

🕶️ You actually have to beg him to fuck you on this occasion, your breath is coming out in needy pants and he’s too busy teasing you by rubbing against you, it’s not good enough.

🕶️ The moment he sinks himself into you, is the moment you both moan in relief and need, the pace is set hard and fast.

🕶️ Your orgasms aren’t far away, when they hit, they hit hard.

🕶️ For you, when your orgasm hits, your vision actually goes blank, you’ve needed release for awhile so when it finally hits, it hits hard.

🕶️ For the rest of the night, Shouta spends his time fucking you, taking out all his pent up anger and frustrations out on your trembling body, it’s not likely that you’ll be able to walk tomorrow.

#shota aizawa #aizawa shota #shota aizawa x reader #aizawa shota x reader #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #eraserhead #eraserhead x reader #request #headcanons #smut #bnha imagines #mha imagines #boku no hero academia imagines #my hero academia imagines #raven #retired mod

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gold-kobold · 4 years ago

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ok so i decided to write out every single passing thought as i watched the show, so this post turned out EXTREMELY long of literally just me screaming, here you go, take my pain, all episodes under the read more lol

Episode 1

i’ve heard merlin say douxie’s full name like five times now and i STILL cannot pronounce it lmao

i CANNOT get over archie and his beautiful cat-dragon form!!! love it (also, seeing him without his glasses for the first time was EXTREMELY disorienting asfghdgfj-) double also, i love how they’re using the arcadian monsters’ love of eating cats as bait

i’m like five minutes in and i already love douxie and archie’s relationship SO much, i would die for these absolute bros

douxie you’re yelling about magic in the middle of the street, you are SO lucky everyone in arcadia is oblivious and stupid or you’d have been caught ten times over by now-

i LOVE that i’m seeing steve and aaarrrgghh and toby right now but i’m also laughing SO hard at their conversation because i’m trying to imagine how the people who haven’t seen trollhunters/3below are gonna react to those opening lines of “it’s hard to top destroying an alien god” and “i lost my butt-stomping, ninja-space-angel girlfriend and my creepslaying partner in the same afternoon”

HOLY SHIT THE THEME SONG IS ACTUALLY AMAZING THIS TIME????

archie setting some clear boundaries with aaarrrgghh, i see... lmao

why is there a painting of a dog in a knight suit in the bookstore? is this undertale now???

“did you lead them here?” “No!” “yes we did” ok it’s official archie is my favourite so far-

“ship just got real” STEVE ARE YOU KIDDING ME

aghsgfdfjgk archie does the go-on-the-shoulder thing i LOVE THAT they’re so cute alsO I SEE CUTE ELF FAIRY GIRL PERSON IDK WHAT SHE IS BUT NARI’S ALSO SO CUTE-

i am EXTREMELY loving how toby is already hella in murder mode towards green knight binch who hurt his friend, nobody messes with jimbo bean without facing toby’s wrath y’all

“oh, i hate that lady” you and me both, toby

rest in hecking pieces galahad (i’m sure he’s fine)

ok i SWEAR, that ice person of the arcane order HAS to be an akaridion, right??? right?????????

oop, never mind, ice person has normal feet, definitely not an akaridion lol

i love how the last episode of 3below ended on steve screaming, and now the first episode of wizards continues that trend lmaooo-

bro the end credits art is SO GOOD what the heck-

well that was one hell of a start... time to binge the rest of the episodes and die!!!

Episode 2

DID LANCELOT REALLY JUST PULL THE PRINCE CHARMING HAIR FLIP FROM SHREK. IS THAT WHAT’S HAPPENING RIGHT NOW. i am both appalled and thrilled

steve being a bi icon as usual... nice. (though i can’t tell if this reaction is just because lance looks like him or what lol)

steve i love your bi energy, i feel it in my soul, but can you stop being gay for a second, these racists boutta hang you all for having a troll friend oh my heckin god-

“thanks for always tipping, by the way” jim may not like douxie but he RESPECTS RESTAURANT STAFF LIKE THE 10/10 GOOD LAD HE IS, i love jim so much

i’m very much relating to claire’s reaction to morgana right now, but i understand that this is the past, and she technically hasn’t done All Those Horrible Things yet... still salty, though

i’ve known arthur for like two minutes and i hate him. like i get that trolls have definitely murdered his wife or something. but like. bruh i’m willing to bet cold hard cash that some humans in camelot have murdered each other at some point or another BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN 100% OF HUMANS ARE MURDERERS SO STOP USING THAT STUPID LOGIC ON TROLLS, ARTHUR

i’m not disagreeing with morgana in this episode at all but my fight-or-flight instincts are still being very much activated whenever i see her lol mostly fight

claire’s such a mood right now asgfhdfj

callista has so much salt and i am living for it, because mood

steve is taking this whole time-jump thing unsurprisingly well

D U M B L E D O R K

“well, here’s to hoping this doesn’t break the time-space continuum” -douxie, the least frustrating time-travel protagonist i’ve ever seen so far

watching morgana and merlin arguing (but while they’re still friends(?)) is so unsettling in the weirdest way... this show is going to destroy me, i just know it

douxie’s face when the vault got locked. omg

i definitely don’t think lance is steve’s dad, because like... time frame, obviously. but i feel like he’s gotta be at least SOME sort of ancient ancestor? the resemblance is too uncanny

slorrs terrify me more than any nyarlagroth ever did

claire looks SO uncomfortable with morgana right now, poor girl’s still traumatized from the whole possession thing and morgana doesn’t even KNOW, this is already messing with me oh no

... is morgana missing her hand already, or is she just wearing a glove...? i feel like she woulda gone apeshit if merlin took her hand by now, and i’m pretty sure she had both hands in one of the teasers???

ARTHUR YOU ARE TAKING ENTIRELY THE WRONG MESSAGE FROM THIS CONVERSATION

oh god, you guys are ALREADY gonna mess up history??? my heart can’t take this

steve finally getting the appreciation he deserves for his rapping

“your squire seems touched in the head” b r u h

go claire go, shadow-magic all their butts-

what thE FU- GUNMAR JUST??? SAVED JIM???? EXCUSE??????? WHAT??????????

ahh, it’s just a power trip for him, that makes more sense

i am VERY unsurprised at how fast merlin caught them lol

Episode 3

“my planning is flawless” merlin you and i both know that’s not true, i’m sorry dude but you mess stuff up just like everybody else

arthur. dude. why are you like this. “hurdehur i lost my wife so let’s kill my sister too” arthur you’re a dumbass

OH MY GOD I SEE BESSIE. OR BESSIE’S ANCESTOR. BUT S T I L L

eeeuuuggghhhh i’m not sure i like the possibility of this new timeline thing. this is what i was worried about, making the plot of trollhunters and 3below irrelevant... but i wanna trust this will work out somehow while not making all the previous stuff irrelevant

my heart is hurting for jim

and jim’s heart is just hurting, like in general lol

why is callista SUCH a massive mood every time she says anything oh my GOD-

OH MY GOD CALLISTA R U D E, NEVER MIND I GUESS-

“hug and make up and not die” is like. the ideal life goal. lol

i love how morgana’s name is just. chillin’ under arthur and gwen. lmfao, the big third wheel mood

arthur you bitch, leave cute child nari alone

STALKLINGS!!!!! also, oh nooo gwen, oh heckerdoodles

both morgana and arthur have VERY pretty eyes, it must run in the family

oooohhhhh no, they’re attacking a gumm-gumm, you IDIOTS-

BULAR HECK YEAH- i mean this is bad but yo i LOVE seeing bular again lol.

oh no you attacked gunmar’s SON oh heck he is going to get y’all’s asses, aaaAAAAAA

i’m already in so much pain you guys

OH YAY THEY’RE GOING TO OLD TROLLMARKET I’M SO EXCITED AM I GONNA SEE DICTATIOUS????

oh gosh... steve... you poor idiot omg how are you not dead yet

oh, we not in old trollmarket, we in tombro... i feel so bad for callista. :(

“he was tall for his age!” shgfdjfgkhj jim omg-

stuff is happening to jim and i CANNOT handle it, stop HURTING my BOY AAA A A AA A A A A A

uh-oh, i’ve seen THIS clip already... shadow clone jutsu time lmaooooo

steve is REALLY mvp in all these scenes lmfao

i’m liking these episodes, but this arc between morgana and claire feels a little rushed. like i get the general message and that the timeframe doesn’t allow for a lot of fleshing out, but they both seemed to trust each other a little too quickly, it makes the whole “betrayal” thing less heavy as it could be

“oh hey, feelings lol” callista is literally just all of us but saltier lol ...

OH HER HAND

W H A T

WHAT JUST HAPPENED

i was JUST talking about how things didn’t feel as heavy as they should’ve and then morgana got her hand sliced off and died holy CRUD what IS THIS

BLINKYYYYYY AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH YES HERE WE GO

Episode 4

oh dang, we starting out with claire’s trauma nightmares, why must you DESTROY ME LIKE THIS, WIZARDS?????

ok i gotta say it... merlin is a simp for arthur

“that doesn’t sound like a REAL problem steve” well if you take into consideration that steve’s dad probably gave him crippling self-worth issues, then it kinda could be

this ride to the lady of the lake is making me think of that one scene from half-blood prince with all the creepy water goblins... same cave/water aesthetic

AAAAAHHHHH DICTATIOUS THERE HE IS!!!!! HE LOOKS SO CONCERNED AND ADORABLE I LOVE HIM

dwoza!!!!

dictatious is being SUSPICIOUSLY nice during this scene lmao... i’m used to him being such a petty bitch

i love seeing archie transform omgggg he’s so beautiful

i knew merlin was going to have some angst, but i was not expecting this dark turn so early asgfhfjgk (i don’t blame him for not wanting to lose douxie after seeing morgana just die though tbh)

aaarrrgghh!!! AAARRRGGHH!!!!! kick gunmar’s ass bby

i very much do not like gunmar touching my boy aaarrrgghh

evil aaarrrgghh makes me so uncomfortable. but like. in the good way. this was the intended effect, i think. lol

“open up!” *steve starts talking about his problems and the doors actually talk to him about it* - this is the best play on this joke i’ve ever seen ashfgdgjfgkh it’s literallY LIKE THAT ONE FREAKIN’ VINE-

steve is CRYING oh my GOD lmao-

that was a REALLY ghostly flashback of morgan- oH SHIT THERE WAS A GHOSTIER ONE HOLY HECK I’M SLIGHTLY SCARED OF THIS-

oh god claire i am SO SCARED FOR CLAIRE RIGHT NOW WHAT THE F UC K

oh hey morgana’s... alive???

HOLY SHIT ARE THEY TRYING TO TRAUMATIZE KIDS WITH THIS SHOW???? those soulless black eyes, the way she turned her head, it was legitimately terrifying what the HECK YOU GUYS-

this episode is feckin me up you guys

!!!!!!! my boy dictatious again!!!!! i love him so much lol (i mean i know i’ve seen this scene already but i just love these stupid galadrigals so much aggshfgdfjg)

blinky you are RUDE my dude

oooohhh, i think i’m starting to see why dic switched sides. the whole “join gunmar or die” ultimatum makes that kinda clear now sgfhdgjgdhfsgdg

NIMUE!!!!!!! she’s so tall and pretty!!!!!

nimue is literally just calling out the whole team right now lmaooo

oh yay more nightmare fuel, thanks toa nowhere near as terrifying as claire trauma visions but still

“oh hey, merl” steve p l e a s e

FIRE-BREATHING ARCHIE IS MY FAV THING

merlin, why must you constantly incur the wrath of hyperpowerful beings

scary monster lake lady has departed. godbless

OH MY GOD

OH MY GOD I RECOGNIZE THAT ARM

OH MY GOD

MY SON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THERE HE IS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ANGOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ANGOOOORRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!

oh hey morgana’s back

A N G O R R R R R R R!!!!!!!!!!!

this is my favourite episode so far, holy shit

Episode 5

nari you’re adorable

bellroc’s voice is freakin’ dope

mmmmm not sure how i’m feeling about this turn of the morgana arc so far

but oh GOD her design is still so cool and beautiful, even i have to admit

i’m very scared for angor though

like as excited as i was to see angor i physically cringed at him touching morgana, knowing the future shit that happens

OH SHIT HERE WE GO

dammit morgana LEAVE MY CHILDREN ALONE

oh shit, there goes morgana’s hand

suuuure, so long as magic’s healing his precious SWORD, it’s toootally fine

oh shit bular’s about to die(????)

dictatious!!! :’)

dictatious and blinky’s relationship here is GREAT, the sibling energy is high lmao

BULAR LOOKS SO TIRED OF THIS CRUD ASFGHDFJGKH

poor guy omfg

are they literally about to basically treat bular like a bear fight right now??? y’all suck

toothache is a great name for steve’s axe though lol

.... rest in feckin pieces, steve

AFDSGHDJF HE’S CRYING FOR ELI OMFG- gay

claire PLEASE don’t go making assumptions about edgy knights, he’s not necessarily a morgana person just because he’s edgy my girl

aaarrrgghh and jim fighting omg i’m LOVING this (also, y’all galadrigals are being useless af lol)

“blinkous, you know how we’re both complete cowards?” “you more than me” OK BUT THIS IS LITERALLY HOW MY BROS AND I TALK TOO ASFGJDHFJ

i am still SO suspicious of dictatious right now, wtf is going on-

callista is literally the only useful troll right now lmfao

DICTATIOUS AND BLINKY YOU ABSOLUTE SCRUBS

“we’ll torture him!” BLINKY DON’T TALK ABOUT YOUR FUTURE HUSBAND LIKE THAT

omg young vendel!!!! also vendel totally ships blaaarrrgghh already

oooohhhh claire gets to fight edgy skull knight boy!!!

CLAIRE GODDAMMIT WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT YOU IDIOT

CLAIRE I TOLD YOU THIS WAS STUPID

well... that escalated quickly

oh shit that changeling actually looks really cool???? this fight is awesome?????

DVARKSTONES YEEEESSSSSS

DVARKSTONES NOOOO-

i am REALLY loving changeling dude’s troll form though like for REAL that is an AWESOME design

past douxie you are NOT helping

merlin what part of “we have to go” do you not understand-

oh yay archie isn’t clipping through doux’s leg anymore in that one frame!

well... goodbye, cool changeling dude

arthur i still very much don’t like you

dammit angor why did you have to go and save her. i know she wasn’t evil yet but things went SO BAD SO QUICKLY

YOU BETTER APOLOGIZE TO THOSE GOOD TROLLS WHEN YOU GO BEGGING FOR HELP, YOU BITCHES

hoo boy here we go Eternal Nighting again i am DYING

merlin is a simp for arthur and gunmar is a simp for morgana no you cannot change my mind

Episode 6

yay, vendel helping jim time!!!

yeah, you better feckin’ bow to vendel, you absolute bastard

only equals when they’re serving you, huh arthur??? HUH????

every time dictatious or angor is on screen my heart soars

dictatious i love you but stop being rude to callista

!!!! blinky and aaarrrgghh time! i’m so excited (also those other trolls are absolute jerks wtf)

this is THE BEST blaaarrrgghh canon situation i’ve seen yet omgggg

i’m a sucker for developing relationships i’m sorry

oh shit callista IS deya isn’t she??? i saw theories, but i wasn’t sure if it’d actually be true or not

OH HEY IT’S DRAAL

SHUT UP DRAAL, IT’S TOTALLY GONNA BE CALLISTA

gunmar, morgana could beat your ass, don’t test her, man

this training montage is killing me jfc-

aaawww this is a sweet jlaire scene :’) date night!!!

A M U L E T T I M E

“at least she can lend a hand eh???” DOUXIE OMFG

i actually really like how merlin and douxie’s relationship’s been developing, it’s been frustrating at times but i like how it’s going

oh callista you have NO idea what’s coming lmaooo-

DEYA TIME HELL YES

DAMMIT DRAAL THIS IS NOT THE TIME

GODDAMMIT DRAAL YOU RUINED EVERYTHING

GODFREAKINDAMMIT

i’m so upset

“these creatures will never trust me” YEAH NO SHIT ARTHUR

wait deya was the FIRST trollhunter???? book and comic canon is garbage lol

aaawwww aaarrrgghh and blinky oh my GOD they’re adorable

IT’S ABOUT TIME, ARTHUR YOU TURD

YES SHE’S DEYA, Y’ALL WERE RIGHT ALL ALONG

fuck you gunmar you binch

“today’s as good as any to die, though i never learned to read” galahad channels his inner angor

will somebody GET THAT ROCK OUTTA JIM’S CHEST ALREADY IT’S STRESSING ME OUT

i’m not ready for this war you guys

Episode 7

poor jim is having such a tough time SCREW THAT DAMN GREEN KNIGHT AND THAT DAMN ROCK

oh shit here comes the eldbitch queen-

morgana you look SO COOL but i wanna FIGHT YOU, YOU ABSOLUTE HECKER

is... is merlin gonna die???

oh wait, merlin’s tomb, i guess that’s to be expected lol

oh shit is jim gonna die??? what the HECK???? DON’T DO THIS TO ME???

sfgghgdjhfgj they made morgana REALLY creepy in these things... i love it and hate it at the same time lol

STEVE VS BULAR OMG

STEVE VS LANCELOT OH BOY

... is it bad that i didn’t realize nari was that one girl on the poster until literally seeing the frame that was on there? lol

WHAT THE FUCK???? BULAR JUST SLICED LANCELOT??? IN FRONT OF STEVE???? OH MY GOD THAT POOR KID’S SO TRAUMATIZED

that was brutal, but it also doesn’t surprise me

OH SHIT

ARCANE ORDER WHAT THE HELL YOU GUYS????

welcome to wizards, where everything sucks all the time (but in a good way)

rest in fucking pieces, pendragon family

JIM NO

OH HELL YEAH, DEYA YES

and dictatious... still hasn’t switched sides. huh.

GO DEYA GO, YOU BEAUTIFUL WONDERFUL TROLL, YOU!!!!

GET BULAR’S ASS, STEVE

ASGHFDFJG OMG LADY OF THE LAKE, EVEN BETTER LMAO- just yeet bular into the void why don’t you, lmao

oh god, these poor pathetic galadrigals lmao

:D aaarrrgghh!!!! this is the best!

hhhhhh dictatious is gonna turn, isn’t he??? i’m still SO suspicious lmao

“spellcaster guitar, darling” DOUXIE OMG YOU ABSOLUTE NERD

this is a SICK battle jam though ngl

archie and douxie battling together is THE BEST THING!!!!!!

aaaaand back to the shadow realm the eldbitch queen goes... wow....

merlin get back up you old dramatic fart

i REALLY love how incredibly bi steve is for ANYBODY that can kick ass lmao

where did my coward boy dictatious go

oh my god bellroc cries lava-

GET GUNMAR’S ASS, DEYA

also i’m seeing a major lack of akaridions in this “everybody returns for the world of magic” thing

deya you’re amazing sweetie aaaaaaAAAAAA

how is lance’s face still in one piece

i know this is a kid’s show but bular LITERALLY SLICED HIS FACE

nari why are you with these assholes???

aaahhh so the book canon about dictatious was right after all

i always preferred the “he was a sympathizer/with them all along” theory, but this one probably makes more sense lol

YO IS JIM SERIOUSLY GOING TO DIE????

i DO NOT believe they would actually kill jim lol

so i guess the future still happens normally??? but nobody remembers jim at the battle???

“why don’t they ever talk about that in the history books?” “my burden to bear” oh boy looks like i’ll get my answer to that soon

Episode 8

back to the present we go!!!! i wish we had seen more angor rot, there was only like ten seconds of him :(((

OH NO, JIM D:

well, the future LOOKS normal so far...

“took you long enough” BRUH THEY WERE GONE LIKE TEN SECONDS TO YOU GUYS, CUT DOUX A BREAK

!!!!! shannon!!! be careful what you wish for girl omg

“i have magic powers!” AHSGFDJFGKHLJLK

so merlin remembers the past... i’m so confused about this

LEAVE MY CHILDREN ALONE, YOU GREEN-KNIGHT BASTARD

JIM NO WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?????

WHAT IS GOING ON WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE THAT????? LEAVE MY JIMBO ALONE!!!!!!!!!

i love how incredibly used to the world-ending shit the arcadians are lmfao that is the BEST reaction

... will somebody please get steve out of the outhouse. please.

!!!!!! is it akaridion time???

KREL! KREL!!!!!!!

MY BEST ALIEN SON!!!!!!

zoe is doux’s wizard friend!!!! fandom also called it lol

or... is zoe an akaridion???

aww, poor uhl lol

oh, she’s a tech wizard!!! cool

THE GAY GIRL SHANNON KISSED IS A TECH WIZARD OMG!!!!

zoe has DEFINITELY dealt with her fair share of stupid customers

ohh, so these genesis seal things, was one of them that thing in the deep? it looks like that door that they used to get to gaylen’s core

jimbo :’(

SON of a BITCH is morgana coming back AGAIN???

GODDAMMIT YOU GUYS

i’m getting real tired of this arcane order, screw you guys

even morgana is sick of your bullshit lol

W H A T

ARTHUR IS THE GREEN KNIGHT????

not gonna lie i NEVER saw that coming, not in a million years

“PLEASE! YOU BOTH HAVE VALID POINTS” douxie is literally me trying to reason with fighting people jfc, big mood

“even I know it’s dumb and we’re STILL gonna go inside???” why is EVERYONE in this show SUCH a MOOD

come ON jimbo let’s GOOO don’t do this to me

GODDAMMIT ARCHIE WHYYYY

nari is so precious i love her

WIZARD DAD??? DID STEVE JUST CALL MERLIN WIZARD DAD??? WHAT

skrael’s little chuckle at steve lmfao, i died

okay, now that we’re back in the future, i don’t know if i can get behind a morgana redemption arc, but i know it’s what’s probably coming :/

i still feel bad for her, but she’s done so much extreme things of such a horrible degree

sfghdjfgkhl ARTHUR, HOE, YOU GOOD???

arthur needs to moisturize more

get their asses, merlin. i’m so tired of this arcane order

holy shit, merlin DOES die???

oh my god-

GET THEIR ASSES, DOUXIE

oh dang, good catch doux

he still gonna die though, oop-

this scene hurts, how DARE everybody toy with my emotions like this WHYYYYY

for real though the relationship between merlin and douxie was done amazingly in my opinion, even if the timeframe is a little tight, but i see what aaron meant by this being like a full-length action movie now (though obviously longer lol)

Episode 9

are we?? back in the past????

oh douxie, what are you doing...

oh, this is a flashback, i get it now

oof, my heart

omg the music here is KILLING ME you guys, my heart can’t take this

my heart is broken like the heart of avalon

ARE WE GETTING DRAGONS??? YOOOOOOOO

DRAGONS DRAGONS DRAGONS DRAGONS!!!!!!!!

shut up skrael you bitch

morgana are you ACTUALLY sad about merlin’s death when you just had a major murder boner for him at the eternal night in arcadia????

nari’s eyes are SO beautiful omg, the detail in her design is AWESOME

no jim soul :’(((

maybe jim soul????

DRAGON TIME

ooo, BIG dragon time

that is... not the face i was expecting for a dragon. but i’ll take it lol

awww, archie’s dad! :D they’re both stupid and adorable hsfgdhfjgkh

does... does morgana remember the past stuff too???? like, of claire?????

mmmm not trusting this team-up yet

GODDAMMIT CHARLIE.

oh shit, we have another “destroy the amulet” situation

JIMBO!!!!! OH NO MY SON D:

dammit morgana please don’t poke fun at claire’s trauma you gave her

AGH WHY DOES THIS SHOW HAVE TO HURT SO MUCH

archie has the same reaction to his baby pictures as i do to mine lmfao

my heart hurts for douxie :’(

OH BYE, I GUESS-

this cool blue weird room is hella aesthetic

OH, MERLIN’S SAFE HAD THE SEAL THINGIES

funky

oh shoot, arthur/morgana angst time

“i fought for magic’s freedom, not destruction” hoe you tried to kill a bunch of people AND killed a bunch of trolls don’t pull that card on me-

i’m still slightly sad about this though

ADSFGHDJFGKHL THEIR REACTION TO MORGANA LMAO-

yet ANOTHER episode ending on steve screaming, omfg i’m dying here you guys, i am a simple lady and that dumb scream cut-off makes me chortle like an idiot

Episode 10 (LAST ONE!!!)

gettin’ REAL TIRED of these arcane bastards

ALIEN KREL TIME YAYYY!!!!!

WHAT, WE MISSED THE AWESOME MAGIC FIGHT??? AWWW

of COURSE krel got his ass beat lmao

krel you are NOT helping-

are we boutta pull more time shenanigans??? i’m scared

“she’d leave any of you for dead if it meant her freedom” i don’t know if i should be annoyed or excited that i have a line EXTREMELY similar to this in htfas... different context though, obvs

not liking bellroc’s voice so much anymore

shut up skrael i wanna fight you

... uh. doux. what you doin. i’m. i’m scared.

DOUXIE YOU ABSOLUTE NERD

hisirdoux casperan!!!! we finally got a full name!!!!!!!!!!!

AHAHAHA USING TIME LOOPS AGAINST THE ENEMY OMG

that is GENIUS

“sorcerers give me heartburn” GATTO WHAT OTHER SORCERERS HAVE YOU EATEN MY DUDE

a+ for effort steve. lol

we got aaarrrgghh and jim fighting again, like at killahead... except it hurts more now :’(

GO DOUXIE GO HECK YEAH!!!!

mmmmmmstill not sure how i’m feeling about the morgana thing. i’ll never forgive her for the angor stuff, i’m sorry

“neither of us can escape gravity!” excuse me morgana but yOU CAN FLY FAM

adfgsdhjf they almost got eaten by a nyarlagroth omggg

ah crud, those arcane jerks are back YET AGAIN UUUGGGHHH

did douxie just call the arcane order BUTTSNACKS

iconic

oooooh, purple-eyed claire!!! very cool!

claire using beautiful magic powers gives me LIFE

oh shit, there goes morgana AGAIN

she must be getting real sick of dying at this point lol

i’m kinda sad toby has gotten swept under the rug yet again for another series

GOD, THIS MUSIC

SO good

JIM PROTECTED CLAIRE FROM THE BLAST AAAHHH

FINALLY GOT OUR FREAKIN BOY BACK

WHAT THE FUCK DID THEY ACTUALLY JUST KILL JIM???

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

oh nvm he’s fine

WHAT

he’s human again???

uuhhh

hmm

well that’s something i know is gonna be a topic of... possible disagreement in the fandom. lol

i’m not sure how i feel about that either...

rip douxie you shall be missed lol

this scene with doux and merlin is great

i really love that toa just. lets its male characters cry all the time. LET BOYS CRY, THEY DESERVE IT

ooo i like morgana’s death dress a lot. damn girl where do you get your afterlife clothes???

DID MERLIN JUST PEACE TF OUT WITH THE PUNK ROCK SYMBOL OMFG

archie is adorable i’m going to cry

i’m still VERY VERY unsure how to feel about the human jim thing. uuuhhh i’ll comment on that after some more thought, i think

JIM YOU ARE DEFINITELY STILL THE TROLLHUNTER YOU BEAUTIFUL BEAN DON’T YOU DARE DOUBT THAT

DOUXIE IS ABSOLUTELY RIGHT

this music keeps absolutely murdering me every time it plays oh my GOODNESS

nari’s human clothes look SO cute *sobs* why is she so cute

i want to fight these arcane order jerks so bad come ON YOU JERKS

okay... wow. that was... a lot.

i need some processing time. (and a pee break)

i’ll try to collect my thoughts soon but god knows they won’t be coherent lmaooo

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