#the worst thing is that all of my plastics got yeeted in the move from hell and like

[yournewfriendshouse]

the kitchen shop is having a sale on the really good storage containers, and I keep having to talk myself out of buying like a really fancy $100 set of glass containers

like on one hand, yes that would make your pantry the most fuckable pantry on the street, but on the other hand you are poor and you need the money in your account to pay for food

[vapcrwaves]

━♡ guess the 24 YEAR OLD JULY baby just arrived to dallyeog! it makes sense, because AOKI IMOJEN is just as BLAZING as the month of JULY. wait, why do they remind me of HIRAI MOMO? beyond that, they seemed SELF-RELIANT & BUOYANT upon first glance. i heard someone say they’re sort of INSURGENT & RECKLESS though. i hope they get acquainted here in COMPLEX # 3 / APARTMENT # 2 / FLOOR # 2 ; they seem to have a lot going on with HER job as TATTOO ARTIST / BASSIST. 

bonjour , y’all !! my name’s jade ( she/her , twenty-one , gmt+8 ) !! and i’m super excited to meet and write with everyone !! this is my spunky kid , imojen , and i hope you’ll come to enjoy her as much as i did writing everything about her :D if you wanna plot , do not fret because i’ll be dropping in everyone’s IMs hehe , but if you prefer to plot over at discord , don’t hesitate to tell me !! <3 

*   𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊   ╱  ʙᴀꜱɪᴄꜱ   .

name  :  aoki imojen  nicknames  :  yoki , jen . age  :  twenty - four . birthday  :  july 27 , 1996 . zodiac  :  leo sun , aquarius moon , sagittarius rising . place of birth  :  tokyo , japan . currently living  :  seoul , south korea . occupation  :  tattoo artist , bassist . pronouns  :  she / her . orientation  :  bisexual biromantic . ethnicity  :  japanese .  spoken languages  :   japanese , korean , english .  character insp.  :  kat stratford from 10 things i hate about you , bridget vreeland from sisterhood of traveling pants , effy stonem from skins uk , young carol rhodes from gossip girl tv series , rhonda smith , mia’s backstory from if i stay . label  /  tropes  :  hoyden , icarian , insurgent , reveller , the rebellious spirit . pinterest  :  here .  aesthetics  :   scared of commitment , but has 7 tattoos. a habit of endlessly lighting a lighter. platform boots to boost your height. but then again, sneakers for comfort while running from the cops. forgetting to discard empty cigarette packets from your bomber jacket. spilling your fifth espresso onto your drawings and designs , maybe it’s time to sleep. a frightening look on your face which millennials like to call a resting bitch face. the heat ruining your collection of leather jackets. finding comfort in your friends who seem to understand your mood swings. having a pet cat who’s as feisty as you. spontaneous adventures live inside your head and your friends fall victim to those ideas. liking the rays of the sun more than the moon despite being a night owl. oversleeps anyway. trimming your bangs yourself because you couldn’t be bothered to go to the salon. overcooking your sunny side up eggs. sleeping to forget problems. drinking to forget problems. epitome of a ride or die. 

*  𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗    ╱  ᴘᴀꜱᴛ   .

aoki imojen was born to understand what it was to live a life with no structure. her father was part of a rising band in the 90s, toured all over small venues in japan that they slowly rose to a known local name, and imojen has seen all the chaos unfold from backstage in the arms of her mom. however, slowly transitioning into the year of 2000s, the economy was still struggling from the lost decade and the income from touring never sufficed for a growing family. imojen’s father was forced to leave the music scene with the help of her mother’s influence: “it’s time to be serious”; and work multiple jobs in order to fully provide for his first child and the another growing one inside his wife’s womb. 

growing up, imojen’s no stranger to music and her father loved to introduce rock music and bands to imojen’s upbringing. she adored b’z and the gazette, and it leaves no doubt that imojen’s father had been her greatest influence in life. as she grew older, not only did they share identical music preferences and influences, but imojen’s learned to play various instruments— the bass being her favorite. imojen’s also stemmed from that infamous reckless behavior his father’s known for back in the day, and when the teenage years came, so did the impetuous reputation begin. 

imojen and her mother aren’t exactly as close as she was with her father. in fact, their relationship was a toe out of the civil line. it got worse when imojen started to focus on the band she created with friends instead of school and late night practices turned to never returning home for a few days and having the audacity to blatantly lie when asked where she was when asked. it’s hard not to blame her mother when she assumed things for the worst. imojen’s gone quite defiant especially when she discovered that her and her father’s relationship had began to run askew. imojen blames her mother’s interference with her father’s music career as much as her father did, she loved him so much that she was completely blindsided to always take his side. and when the divorce papers came and went, imojen chose her father as she always would. 

her father got a job as a musician locally and eventually overseas, however, money didn’t come by so fast and easy initially. instead of going to university, imojen invested in learning the arts in tattoo design and worked as a tattoo artist to help with the bills. the pair finally thought to settle in korea when imojen’s father got a permanent job. and at this time, imojen has decided to try pursue a career as a musician as well, hoping that the thrill in her early band days are still well stored in her system. 

*  𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗    ╱  ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛ   .

imojen can never be satisfied of living in the same area for so long, or at least under the roof with the watchful eye of her father. work’s payed well and imojen decided to move out and get an apartment of her own. hence, she found dallyeog, parties almost every single day, drags everyone into spontaneous adventures, comes home terribly drunk and wakes up with a huge hangover—well, still pretty normal. aside from the norm, imojen working at the tattoo parlor and taking gigs at bars as a bassist, imojen’s investing in writing music as well. she hopes one day to finally finish at least one song she’s been procrastinating for far too long and convince her father to make them a rock duo instead, but a band of her own would fantastic too.  

*  𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗    ╱  ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ   .

imojen looks quite mean at first glance, and it doesn’t help that she’s indifferent towards anyone who isn’t part of already her friend. she doesn’t hate, hate is such a strong word, she simply doesn’t have the attention span for people that don’t interest her or she doesn’t know fully well to enjoy a conversation with.

honestly has the gina linetti energy “how was i supposed to know there’d be consequences for my actions” as she literally does anything she wants before her brain can even weigh the pros and cons to it.

imojen enjoys taking risks despite the relaxed attitude and seemingly nonchalant view in life. it might be a surprise to learn that she’s quite ambitious, but underneath, she does aim for the highs (both meanings) in life, except there isn’t exactly a time frame for those and would much rather pursue them steadily. 

everyone can depend on imojen to have a good time, or if someone needed a friend to vent to, she can surprisingly be all ears, but never follow her words of advice. she does mean well, it’s just that she doesn’t know what she’s saying half the time and is quite reckless,, like ask her to pick between two choices and she’ll advice you to take the riskier one bc “it’s fun don’t be a prude”.

she is more sympathetic than she let on. imojen’s not very vocal especially with her emotions and on what she exactly feels about other people’s situation. serious conversations? catch her yeet away from those. they render her uncomfortable, most especially if it is about her. however, seeing her friends gloomy doesn’t sit right with her that she does anything to make them crack a smile. 

believes that people should be left to roam free and that authority is useless and ruins the fun— hence why she’d always be caught defying them. yes, she uses her brain, but acts more towards intuition and what she felt like doing that day. so yes, she might loves setting her life on the line.

*   𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖙𝖍 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗   ╱  ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ .

plastic hearts   ╱   someone whom imojen shares a passion for music with. the both of you are like peas in a pod as you both are in the same wavelengths as each other. they may not have the same types of music, but open enough to share a plethora of music playlists.

angels like you   ╱   the typical bad-good influence trope wherein imojen’s reckless behavior and liberated thoughts on legalities have gotten your muse in various dangerous but fun adventures. on a flip, your muse may be the reason why imojen’s woken up at 8 in the morning, bright, well, and not hungover.

prisoner   ╱   an angsty and toxic relationship that imojen could not get enough of. everyone sees this partnership (romantic or platonic) of destructive nature, both of you may or may not know, but regardless it can never be broke off no matter how hard both try. 

gimme what i want   ╱   the typical fwb relationship, we can add spice to it, but on the base that’s the idea. 

night crawling   ╱   imojen’s ride or die, the person she would instantly run to for an adventure, midnight strolls, alcohol escapades, and vandalism. but as things you both do burst into haywire, you’re both aren’t afraid to be open to each other too and spill secrets or bodies hidden in the closet. 

midnight sky   ╱   perhaps a new acquaintance?? friend?? that doesn’t exactly have a first good impression of imojen?? maybe vomited on your muse the first time they met, or jen was really mean for no reason under the influence of alcohol?? she’s chaotic so perhaps it wasn’t a good first meeting. 

bad karma   ╱   imojen hasn’t been exactly an angel all her life, and perhaps karma has run around to bite her in her ass. your muse might’ve been somebody who hurt imojen; either a terrible break up or severing trust, let’s explore :D 

golden g string    ╱   a band :D maybe nothing too serious, just a group of pals playing and making music together :D  or maybe the group's been playing gigs for awhile now and wants to head into the big leagues :D

honestly im so down with anything so !!!!!!

[galahadwilder]

so you left me a delightful (...if perhaps not delighted) comment on "lady in red", so I know you've read that fic. you wanna take my headcanon about Marinette's periods as expressed therein and call it a prompt? 😀?

I’m Your Heating Pad (And Other Uses for a Cat Boyfriend)

In case anyone is wondering, Alex’s ask is in response to this post. I’ve been binging your fics on repeat all weekend so I don’t know whether I picked up your plot stylings on purpose or by accident, but I did insert my fluffy flair.

Also, I think if we keep writing fics for each other like this, at some point it’s going to qualify as incest.

*

They don’t patrol every day. The schedule is irregular, in part to keep Hawkmoth off guard and in part because their lives are busy enough that keeping any kind of regular patrol schedule is an exercise in futility, so they tend to agree on a schedule for the week a week or two ahead of time. One or two days a week they’ll patrol together; one day each alone, maybe two if they can swing it. Or at least that’s the agreement.

The truth is that Chat Noir does far more than his fair share of patrols. He’s never told her—he doesn’t want her to worry about him—but nearly every day she’s not out, he is. His bedroom somehow manages to be claustrophobic and agoraphobic at the same time, and he has to get out, outside of the mansion, outside of the walls. Anywhere’s better. Some days he’d rather be in the catacombs, surrounded by the moldering dead, than home.

Tonight’s one of those evenings. Neither one of them is supposed to be out tonight, they agreed—both of them have tests coming up and neither of them has really had time to sleep properly in the past week. But Adrien’s ahead on this subject, he knows the formulas upside-down and backwards, and his room’s been closing in on him again and he needed to get out. He’s not running anywhere in particular, just away, but he stops short when he sees a familiar red figure on a nearby rooftop.

Ladybug spots him as soon as he sees her, and there’s a moment when they’re both frozen before Ladybug’s entire body slams into motion. She staggers to her feet, snatches a pink object the size of her torso and yeets it headlong over the roof, away from him, out of his view. She overbalances, staggers, slams against the wall, and collapsed onto her ass.

“Dammit,” she says, staring after whatever she threw as he drops onto the balcony next to her. “My math homework was in there.”

Chat jams his baton through the back of his belt, holding out a hand to help her up. “Do you… want me to go get it?”

She wraps her fingers around his palm, allowing him to yank her to her feet. “No—no, I’m, I’m good,” she says. “I’ll get it later.”

“Oh.” Chat nods. “Identity stuff.”

She grabs her shoulders, shivers. “Monogrammed backpack.” She tilts her head and her eyes narrow. “What are you even doing out here?” she says. “It’s not your turn for patrol.”

“Could say the same to you,” Chat says, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall with a smirk. “It’s not yours either.”

“I know why I’m up here,” Ladybug says. She slides in next to him, wraps one arm around his waist. “I asked first—” She cuts off suddenly and moans. “Oh god,” she says, snuggling closer in. “You’re like—a gravity blanket crossed with a heating pad.”

Chat takes a second—after his head has finally cleared from the fire of her touch—to cross those two things in his mind. It could mean a lot of things, but it’s mid-June and she’s outside, so the reasons she’d want a heating pad—

“You’re on your period,” he hazards.

She groans. “Be thankful you don’t have cramps,” she says. “They are the worst.”

He flexes his fingertips so the claws are away from her back, then slowly begins to massage her lower back with his palms. She moans again, practically melting into him, and he has to take a moment to mentally slap himself to remind himself not to touch her inappropriately—he’s just doing this to help out.

“You’re a miracle worker,” she says. “Where’d you even learn to massage?”

“YouTube tutorials,” he replies, continuing to knead the heels of his palms against her. “I don’t get out much.”

She tenses, and he realizes he messed up. “Chat?” she says. “Is that…” She licks her lips. “Why are you out today?”

He sighs. “Stir-crazy,” he says. “I… I don’t really like being at home.” He charges on ahead before she can question that. “Why are you out? You should be at home, with a real gravity blanket and heating pad.”

Her mouth twists, and her eyes drift toward the ground. “Suit makes the cramps go away,” she mumbles.

He blinks. “Seriously?” he says. “Dang, that is awesome.”

“Rather not have them in the first place,” Ladybug snaps.

Chat’s jaw clamps shut as he realizes what he’s just said. “I… right,” he says. “Sorry.” He resumes massaging her, and the tension bleeds back out of her again as she presses back into his side. “So… you’re spending a little extra time as Ladybug, then.”

She nods into his armpit. “It’s the only relief I’ve had all day,” she says, her voice muffled by his chest. “Couldn’t do my homework in my room, though, in case my parents walked in, so…”

“So you were doing it up here,” Chat finishes, mentally smacking himself. “Until I interrupted you.” He owes her so many apologies…

She chuckles. “It’s all right, Chat,” she says, and it still amazes him that she always seems to know what he’s thinking. “Not like you knew.”

“Do you… want me to go?” he says, hoping beyond hope she’ll say no.

She pulls back, meets his eyes, tilts her head. “Actually…” she says. “How good are you at chemistry?”

*

“I like physics,” she says, trying to burn a hole in her paper with her eyes. “Physics makes sense. One thing moves, makes another thing move, easy peasy.” She holds up her paper, flaps it in his face. “So why can’t I balance one simple frickin’ reduction—”

“Electron,” Chat says, leaning over to point at the page, right in the middle of her current line of writing.

“I—what?” she says, holding the paper out and staring at it. Her head jerks into a grimace as she realizes that she missed exactly what he pointed at. “Oh, come on!”

Chat smiles. “Don’t be so hard on yourself,” he says. “Took me five tries to get that one right.”

Ladybug grinds her teeth at the reminder—they have the same chemistry assignments, something they did not know before she asked him for help and now they’re getting close to identity-compromising territory, but the damage is done and it’s not like helping her with her chem will give him any further clues. She’d retrieved her backpack and hidden it behind a buttress, so that isn’t going to spoil anything, but they have to be very careful about which notebooks she allows him to see. Luckily she doesn’t usually put her names on them, which normally might be a problem in case they get stolen but right now is a godsend for them both.

“Look,” Chat says, “it’s fairly complicated stuff. I think… if you flip back a few pages…” He takes the notebook from the ground at her feet, then glances at her, waiting for permission. She nods. He slides his claws in between the sheets and flips back one page, two page, “…you’ll see that—”

Oh. Oh no.

Right there, in the margins of the notebook: her handwriting. Cursive, lovely looping ink. A name. Actually, several names, one right on top of the other.

Marinette Agreste

Marinette Dupain-Cheng Agreste

Marinette Agreste Dupain-Cheng

Adrien Dupain-Cheng?

Chat’s chest sticks mid-breath, his ribs catching in place. He’s—she—this is—Error. 404 brain not found, please check connection and try again.

“Chat?” she says, concerned at his sudden silence. “You okay?”

He can’t breathe. He’s staring down at her name—his name—their name, written carefully and lovingly and surrounded by little pink ink hearts, and he can’t breathe. His ears are burning—both sets—and his hands are starting to shake, the notebook making little flopping noises in his hand.

“What’s wrong?” Ladybug says. Peers over at the notebook.

Her shriek fills his ears as she swats it out of his hands. Paper tears, scraps scattering, as she staggers to her feet, dashing away from him. She snatches her backpack from behind the buttress, and he has one second to look at it before she flings her yo-yo upward and vanishes.

It’s a very distinctive backpack; he can see now why she tried to hide it from him. He’s seen it before—a handmade bag, with a two black and pink lilies embroidered on the front, offset with the M of her name.

He snatches a scrap of paper out of the air, holds it up. Adrien Dupain-Cheng, it says. The i’s have hearts instead of dots.

He can almost hear her lovelorn sigh as she writes their names in looping cursive, and his chest grows warm. She… he never knew. He feels like an idiot. But right here, right now, he’s got all the proof he’s ever needed, and he knows he’s got a chance to make this right.

*

Adrien winces at Marinette’s grimace as she walks into class the next morning. He’s not sure what she’s having more trouble with: the cramps, or the fear of what he knows. As soon as she sees him, though, her face sparks, lights up—he feels his heart stutter. She’s been doing this every day, he realizes. How has he not noticed?

“Morning, Marinette!” he says before she can get a word in. “I, uh, brought you some things.”

Marinette blinks, flabbergasted, and Nino, Alya, and Chloé all look at him like he’s grown a second head. He hears the rest of the class shift in their seats, and he’s suddenly acutely aware of everyone’s eyes on him—did everyone know but him?

There’s a plastic travel mug on his desk, and he lifts it and holds it up to Marinette. “Artisanal hot chocolate,” he says. “80 percent cocoa with a touch of cinnamon.”

She steps forward, confused, and as she wraps her fingers around the cup he leans forward. “It’s supposed to be good for cramps,” he whispers. “I’ve got a heating pad in my backpack if you need it.”

Marinette turns bright red, and for a second her throat seizes as if she’s swallowed her yo-yo. “I… thanks?” she squeaks, pressing the mug to her lips in an attempt to hide her face. It’s adorable, and Adrien can’t help but grin.

She steps around him, her eyes to the ground, and Nino turns to him. “When the heck did you have time to buy her hot chocolate?”

Adrien shrugs. “Got up early this morning so I could swing by the chocolatier,” he says. He hopes the implication is clear to Marinette—he did it specifically for her.

By the way Alya’s jostling her behind him—he can almost see the journalist’s excited grin—he expects it would be pretty hard to miss.

*

When class lets out for lunch, Adrien doesn’t need to do much more than signal Nino with a look to get him to distract Alya. Adrien twists in his seat, brushes off Chloé, outright ignores Lila, and flashes his best, award-winning smile at Marinette. “Hey, Mari,” he says. “Wanna grab lunch with me?”

Her eyes bug out—oh, that’s a good one, gotta remember it for later—as she does her best impression of a deer staring down an oncoming car. “Lunch?” she says, as if she’s entirely forgotten what the word means.

Adrien raises an eyebrow. “Yeah,” he says with a gentle grin. “With me.”

Marinette’s windpipe bulges and it looks like she’s about to swallow her tongue. “I—um, that—I, lunch, you want, I’d… that grounds sate!” Her eyelid twitches and her head retreats, briefly, like a turtle trying to hide in its shell. “Sounds!” she yelps finally. “Sounds great!”

He stands, holds out a hand, hoping his expression is inviting. She takes it, but he feels her shaking as her fingers wrap into his.

*

She alternates between babbling incoherently and awkward silences the whole way back to her kitchen. He tries to interject occasionally, to start a conversation on a more comfortable topic, but she’s so wired that he keeps getting met with silence and panicked staring.

“—so I’m not sure what you like,” she says, bustling around her parents’ kitchen doing what appears to be nothing in particular, “I wasn’t really prepared to have a guest so just let me know what you want and I’ll—”

He reaches out, grabs her hand. “Marinette,” he says, gently squeezing her palm. He hopes it’s reassuring. “You don’t need to try so hard to impress me.”

She freezes, stares at him. He thinks if she opens her eyes any wider they’ll pop straight out of her skull.

“I’m already very impressed,” he says. “Everyday Ladybug, remember?”

She giggles nervously, casting her eyes toward the ceiling. “Thanks,” she whispers. It’s clear from her voice that she doesn’t believe him, and he makes a mental note to kick himself later for not hearing the way she talks about herself when she’s not using words, for not doing everything he can to show her how incredible she is.

He smiles, raises her knuckles to his lips, and kisses her hand. He glances up through lidded eyes, watching her jaw go slack as she places the familiarity of the gesture. “I think,” he says, “I prefer Adrien Dupain-Cheng to Marinette Agreste.” And then he tops it off with a saucy wink, just so she knows exactly who she’s talking to. Her eyelid twitches again. “No,” she whispers.

His smile grows strained.

She yanks her hand out of his, stumbling backward into the cabinets, and smacks into them with a crash. She shrieks, collapses to the ground as he leaps forward to catch her, but she slips straight through his hands. And now he’s on top of her, enwrapped in her—her fall pulled him to the ground, his arms around her with her weight against them so neither of them can move. She’s kind-of-sort-of sitting against the cabinets, and she’s shaking, and it takes him a moment to realize the sound she’s making is a whimper.

“Mari?”

“Why?” she whispers, shuddering against his arms. “You—you can’t be.”

Adrien squeezes his eyes shut. This is… not how he expected things to go. He thought she liked him! The names, the hearts, the… well, everything… She’s shivering, and he realizes that he’s jumped too far ahead. Yes, I’m Chat Noir. Yes, I know you’re Ladybug. Yes, I know you like me. Yes, I like you back. Too much at once, and Marinette is starting to gasp—he doesn’t like the way her breath is sounding, like a balloon in reverse—

“Quick,” he says. “Pet me.”

Her head seems to convulse in surprise as she stares at him.

“Trust me,” he whispers, and mercifully, she does. Her hand in his hair feels divine, he can feel the shudder of pleasure run down his spine, and it’s barely a moment before the rumble starts in his chest, a rumble that for once he doesn’t even try to suppress.

“You’re… purring…” she says, her voice full of wonder. Her shaking slows, stabilizes, stops.

Adrien grins, still purring, and presses his lungs against her lower stomach.

“Oh my gosh,” she moans. “That—that feels…”

“Kitty rumbles versus period cramps,” Adrien suggests, and she snickers in response. He leans into her hand, and she takes the hint, gently rubbing his scalp with her fingers. He shivers again, squirming into her lap, wondering if he can actually handle this much pleasure all at once.

“So you’re my kitty then,” she says, confidence returning to her voice and her bearing, and Adrien nods his assent, too caught up in his purring to emit actual words from his throat. She snorts. “Figures.”

He rolls slightly to look up at her, his eyes questioning, but not enough to actually pull away from her hand. She keeps caressing his scalp, he keeps purring, she relaxes a little further.

“I’m—I’m—I’m sorry,” she says, looking away. “About—about the notebook. What you saw.”

“Mmmmmm.” He rolls again, sinking into her hand. “Why apologize?”

“Well, I, um, I—” she begins, and her hand stops. His eyes pop open, he mewls in displeasure and pushes his head against her palm, and she absentmindedly starts scratching again. “I know you—you don’t, don’t like that kind of attention,” she says.

He blinks, jerking his head to look at her, and his purr snaps to a halt. “What?” he says. “What do you mean?”

Her face colors as she looks away and shrugs. “I just…” She sighs, her shoulders dropping. “I mean, you… you hide it well as Chat, but as, as, as Adrien, you’re always so uncomfortable around anyone who expresses an interest in you, and I just…” She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “I know I must look like just another crazy fan…”

“Mari,” Adrien says, reaching up and taking her hand. “I’m uncomfortable around other girls because I’ve been saving myself for you.”

The gentle rise and fall of her chest is suddenly gone. Marinette is staring at him, eyes wide, utterly petrified.

“Mari?” he breathes.

“Me?” she responds in a squeak. “You… you were—” She squeezes her eyes shut, shakes her head. “I thought you were kidding!”

“Not with you,” he says. “Never with you.”

She cups her shaking hands onto his cheeks. “I—Adrien,” she says. “Chat.” She smiles. “I’m Ladybug. Nice to meet you.”

“I know,” he says, and he pushes himself up to kiss her.

Her breath tastes like chocolate and cinnamon, like the cocoa he got for her this morning, and her lips are soft, and just that little bit of contact is sending a thrill through his entire body. And before he can stop himself he’s purring again, all the way across her lap, across her stomach.

Her lips pull away, and she groans in delight. “Ohhhh,” she whimpers. “That is… You’re… you’re like a vibrating heating pad…”

“Glad I could help,” he says, pressing his lips to her neck. “I hear cramps are the worst.”

“Mmmmmm,” she mumbles. “Don’t ever stop.”

“As the Lady wishes,” he responds, sinking into her lap, pressing against her stomach, and purring extra hard just for her.

[acefrogmonarch]

Headcanons

It’s very specific to my own story but if it inspires you in some way, then I’m glad it came in handy

Best friends Adrien and Mari

Diana hearing tales of Ladybug or Lady Luck. Her mother not telling her that she is Lady Luck.

Marinette not minding if she died in her sleep, Alya gets very worried. “It’s peaceful, no pain, no fear, just tranquility. This just makes Alya feel more guilty for not being there.

Damian really wants to test Mari, ever since that video and since she threatened him.

after getting to know Marinette better, Damian calls her beautiful and other compliments in Arabic. like my flower, and my radiant sun.

Marinette thinks its teasing until one day she sees the way how he says it and how soft he looks. She allows herself to fall deeper in love.

She and Adrien have revealed and tried to date but both ended up not making each other happy or content.

late hour talks about things, embarrassing stuff they share and confirming each other’s disappearance for peers. Gets very complicated once JL gets in to help. Year 3 they reveal. Year 6, it ends. Hawkmoth is gone.

everyone thinks they are dating, in reality, they’re just best friends and not even Alya knows how much they’ve shared

Mayura/Natalie is showing up less and less but always makes a great senti monster when it counts

Damian keeps his guards up around Marinette and her friends when they meet as civilians

Marinette is worried that it’s another guy asking to see her throat so before Damian even speaks she threatens him to keep shut about it unless he wants a beating.

it’s said that Damian was smitten by that point.

the same issue arises when she gets another injury after her throat is no longer red and raw. The new ones are on her ribs and chest.

its date night for them and a group of guys start asking to see her ‘battle scar’ and dramatically shows them.

Because they recognize her from the news. And you know assholes.

Or or. She tells off about how this isn’t some sideshow and no matter how ugly a scar it tells their trauma and story. both at the same time.

Alya, Jason, and dick were tailing them because it’s their second date and no one has any idea where their first one was.

(Raven helped Damian set up the first one.)

They record every moment.

sometimes when its bad Mari gets claustrophobic but is very subtle about her panic. she scratches one of her main arteries that run up and down on her neck, she does it subconsciously, once one side is hurting she moves onto the other one.

Damian caught her one time and she’s like what? she pulls away and the panic sets again and she’s resisting the urge to just scratch harder, so she settles for twiddling her thumbs.

Mari has ADHD, it’s mellowed a lot since childhood. Insomnia plays in on that and she hates not moving, its hero instinct and her nature.

tt

Nino’s the kind to go with the flow kind but he sees this rift that Lila makes and just disappears

Alya always notices so she goes finds him

Now it’s a test to see if she doesn’t do it one day that he knows shes changed

Nino doesn’t know what to do he has to be adult about it, he tells Alya but is rejected, saying that “he just always go with the flow and sometimes he has to go with his flow

so he takes a break on Alya and says he’s going to further his career before Alya can even figure out who she is.

and Alya is just really confused because she knows who she is and is mad at Nino. Nino never felt more relieved when they finally got back together after the whole Incident ™.

Risk (the bat fam find out the hard way to never ask Mari to a game)

Bruce and Tim went head to head with Mari and almost won (After they were scared to death)

Tim was with some of Mari’s friends and it was game night, they were naive then. Tim started listing off board games and Nino tries to stop him before he says the name "ris-”

Max starts to panic, “He got to s, HE GOT TO S!!” they try to calm him down.

Mari knocks on the door once and they turn to look and It’s her and they are freaking the fuck out.

Damian says one moment they were together and then disappeared in the next.

They were on the other side of the city, it was a 40-minute drive out.

Alfred doesn’t know how she came in, neither does bruce. The cameras caught nothing; no glitches, no loops she was just found their one moment.

Nooroo is passed to Lila but they capture the peacock and its cure, but Emilie not so much. Gabrial calls his apprentice to be Natalie.

Mari asks if Lila had something to do with this.

Dami witness Maris worst and best, as both her and ladybug, vice versa

She does come to terms about how one is not without the other, she learns this from Damian “I am an Al Ghul, a Wayne and a Robin, but goddamnit Mari I’m mother fucking Damian first.”

its the first time he’s yelled at her, she takes it to heart, she was smitten

they court for the longest fucking time. Its 4 years after they unofficial court and he proposes in the middle of a fight they are both smitten for each other.

once the Adrien crush is gone she gives him all his premade presents and makes the chest her fabric chest.

D: “MARINETTE DUPAIN-CHENG WE LIVE IN A MANSION WHY ARE YOU EATING CEREAL OUT OF A PLASTIC TABLEWARE”

M: “YOU ATE CEREAL WITH A FORK BEFORE AND YOU DON’T SEE ME COMPLAINING”

Tim is the only one to point out what happened to the bowls, Alfred no longer questions it.

Running to where Marinette is, he exposed her. “I KNOW WHAT YOU DID TO THE BOWLS MARI”

Mari slurps up cereal out of plastic tableware for a long time they lock eyes. Very quietly she whispers. “Tikki” “Spots on.” And yeets outta the window.

She calls Damian later after a couple of hours. “Is it okay to come home.” Damian is cackling. “I don’t know what you did to make Tim mad but I love it.”

“At the expense of Tim, I’ll take it.” It’s the first time he’s ever remotely said the L-word.

Tim: Did you just give me your leftover food? Jason: “Yeah” T: What am I? Your second-hand bitch? J: no you’re my main bitch T: Wait then that means you have other bitches J: what you think I’m a one hoe pimp?

Mini Ladd Memes

T: “You wanna see my penis.” crouched like a gremlin and moving towards. Marinette IMMEDIATELY turning to Tim. “SVEBE!” Damian looking at the two in disgust. “Disgusting”

The two look in shock and can’t stop laughing because they have no idea if he actually knows what they're talking about but neither answers him when he asks why they laugh now.

Bruce has caught Tim and Mari going “MMMMMMMMM” and T posing to each other. Mari goes red and super embarrassed about it, Tim never lets her forget. Its called “coming out to dad” between the two.

Nino doesn’t want to touch this and he won’t.

“Leave my eight-foot-tall son alone,” Marinette says this as Tim is perched on the bat computer. They chuckle and try to get through the bit but can’t stop laughing.

“robin an actual robin, go my vegan birdy.” Drunk Mari at some point. like shes 18 and can drink

Other stuff

(shared on the maribat discord) Sometimes when Marinette picks something up, something behind her away falls onto the floor. “Mom, it happened again.” It’s the same object but somewhere else. Picks up her pencil and a random pencil rolls down to her feet.

At one point Tim dared Marinette to pick someone up from the Bat fam. Before she even attempts to pick up Damian, she asked everyone to gather. Once that was done, she let out a big “Sorry!” and picks up Damian.

Tim ate shit, the rest of batfam have no clue what happened

Tikki says its the balance from her luck from being Ladybug. She later notices that she’s not as clumsy as before, Damian says it's her confidence showing and they share a moment

Damian to Marinette at some point. “Stop taking pictures of my food Mari”

[all-hail-the-witcher]

Soft but angst Ralbert where one of them has had a day that starts taking a toll on them emotionally, and when it all climaxes they start having a panic attack over something small like forgetting socks and someone else in the friend group snaps at them because “it’s just socks” and tells them to get it together and then the other half of the ship gets super protective of the one whose panicking and snaps at the friend who snapped and then helps the boyf??? Is that too complicated???

WELL WOULD YOU LOOK AT THATSAPH IS BACK WITH THE REQUESTSYEEEEET_________ship: ralberrtttttt what elsegenre: flangst, s o m f o r twarnings: Very Descriptive panic attack, shitty pet names, Finch is an asshole accidentallywords: like uhh 1200editing: i thinkst the fuckst not_________

There wasn't a single thing Race hated more than his brain. Why did it choose to freak out over the smallest, most trivial things? He didn't know. Why did it seek out dark corners to dwell upon? He also didn't know. Why did it choose to freak out at the worst possible time? You guessed it, he didn't know.

He strolled into rehearsal that morning, hand in hand with his boyfriend Albert, fully aware of the rocky state of his stomach and the fuzziness clouding his mind that he couldn't seem to shake. He had had woken up in a panic, feeling dangerously lightheaded after a nightmare that had left him on edge at three am, followed soon after by breaking a glass in the kitchen while eating breakfast which subsequently caused him and Albert to miss the subway, and when they did finally get on an older man had flipped him the finger after he leaned heavily onto Albert’s shoulder and planted a kiss on his cheek. Luckily, Albert had been occupied with something on his phone, and hadn’t noticed the tears that threatened to spill from Race’s eyes, otherwise he would be bandaging his knuckles in a walgreens bathroom right now.

Race forced himself to take a deep breath as he placed his bag down on the bench in the locker room, blocking out the deafening chatter around him as he slowly and deliberately pressed the pad of his thumb to each of his fingers, using his other hand to root around in his dance bag for a pair of socks, making sure to focus on his breathing as he-

Where were his socks?

He swore he had packed them.

Breathing forgotten, he navigated through the contents of his dance bag at random, pulling out stray shoes, shirts and a few plastic water bottles, until all of his belongings were strewn across the bench and the surrounding floor, no socks in sight.

His vision began to blur as he shoved the haphazard items back into his bag, some landing on the floor because of his trembling hands. Blinking hard and forcing himself to swallow the rising unnecessary panic in his throat, he stumbled over to where Albert was chatting with Finch as he pulled on his warm up clothes. Upon seeing Race approaching, he smiled brightly, an action that Race fought to return. He couldn't let Albert know he was slipping right now, it had been weeks since the last time this had happened and he had been doing so well.

“Hey broski, what's up?” Albert leaned against the wall casually, his signature smirk playing across his lips.

Race smiled shakily. “Do you, uh, have a pair of….socks i could borrow?” He ducked his head slightly, fighting against the tightness consuming his chest.

“Yeah, of course,” Albert said, turning his back to Race to dig through his bag. As he did so, Race began to feel his nerves lessen. He would make it through this, he would be okay, he would be-

“Jeez dude,” Finch said suddenly, pulling him out of his thoughts. “Don't lose your mind over it, it’s just a pair of damn socks.”

Race felt his breathing pick up again as he saw his hands visibly begin to shake in front of him. He knew he wasn't okay, he knew he was sinking, but it felt like he was experiencing it from an outside perspective and there was nothing he could do but stand there, rooted in place and let the all too familiar feeling of hopelessness and dread wash over him that came with an attack.

In a last attempt at sanity he felt his eyes flick up to Albert, who was just turning back around, a pair of socks in hand.

•••

“Finch, what the hell,” Albert hissed, dropping the socks he was holding and hurdling over the bench, focus trained on Race who was half slumped over, clutching his arms to his body as he shook violently.

“I’m sorry, I-”

“I don't wanna hear it,” Albert snapped loudly, lowering his voice significantly as he noticed Race’s recoil at his tone of voice. “Just go, okay? You’ve done enough damage.” He didn't look up, but the quick footsteps and bang of the door shutting indicated quite clearly that Finch had left.

“Hey dude,” Albert whispered softly, standing in front of Race. “Can you hear me?”

Race’s head moved in a tiny nod and Albert sighed in relief. At least it hadn’t gotten really bad yet, he could still pull him out.

“Think you can sit down?”

When Race failed to respond, Albert tried again. “I’ll do it with you, see?” Albert sat down slowly on the floor, watching as Race slowly followed, his shaking legs threatening to buckle, but making it to the ground all the same.

“Good, that’s good,” Albert praised, keeping his hands in his lap where Race could see them. “Can you look at me, Racer?”

Slowly, Race’s tear filled blue eyes lifted to meet Albert’s. They were glazed over, and darted away every few seconds, but he was still trying and Albert was immensely proud of him for that.

“Yes, just like that,” Albert smiled gently, keeping his voice low and steady despite the nerves that were seeking into his stomach. He hated seeing Race like this. “I need you to breathe with me, okay? Let’s take a nice big breath in…” He sucked the air in through his nose in an over exaggerated fashion, and Race followed with a much shakier one. “Good, now hold,” Albert directed, holding for four beats, watching Race carefully. “And blow out,” he said, expelling the air through his mouth. “Good, Racer, you’re doing great,” he assured, beginning the breathing process again.

As he guided Race through the measured breaths, he let his mind wander. How had he not noticed Race was slipping? Sure it had been a few weeks since his last panic attack, and he’d been making good progress, but he should have picked up on the signs, then maybe Race wouldn’t be struggling to breathe right now, maybe-

“Al…?”

Albert was ripped suddenly from his thoughts by a soft, unsteady voice.

“Yes?”

Race twisted his hands in his lap for a second before opening his arms sheepishly, his quiet voice barely heard above the music seeping in from the studio. “Hug?”

“Of course, I got you cupcake.” Albert gently pulled Race into his lap, beginning to rub gentle circles into the back of his hands as he hummed quietly.

“I’m safe, right?” Race muttered into Albert’s shoulder after several more long minutes of calming breaths.

“Yes, you’re safe,” Albert assured, running his fingers through Races hair. “You’re okay. I’m okay. We’re okay. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”

“Okay,” Race mumbled, yawning slightly.

“You can rest. I got you.” Albert said, shifting into a more comfortable position as Race began to nod off.

“I love you,” Race whispered tiredly as his eyes began to fall closed.

“I love you too cupcake,” Albert smiled fondly. It didn’t matter to him that Race had had an attack. All that mattered was that he was okay, and he would be there for him next time.

__________

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Clone Wars     Episode 16

            The Hidden Enemy

[Title       Sequence]

  Quote

   Okay

“ A planet under siege,”

  Actually shows a planet under siege

   Good job narrator, you’re on      point

   Aight

   Right

 [ unable to defend       themselves any longer,”

     Bull shit

    Those            Are           Adults

       They’ve          been             in           war              for          how          long?

     Point         Being;            No           Excuse

     Yeet

     Call        on          the         Jedi          for      assistance       More         Enablers!

   “Hoping          to         save        lives        and      prevent      further    destruction,”

    They did not assume Account -         ability and        Con-       tin      ued      To       Enable

  It’s      a    nice   design   though

 “And    Anakin   Skywalker,”

  They    dragged       the     teenager       into       this     didn’t      they?

   Nice

 Anakin

  Also     now      it’s    crucial

 “We’re       Set,”

  “ got some guys here     that are set to get going,”

   Ooh

  It’s   better

Than    Openly    Snarking      Anakin

 Now       Just    “ it’s a      little      too     much      tone,”       Back

  There      we      go

 Also   focusing       a lot      on that guy       with     yellow     armor

[Bet he’s the new    hero!]

  Whelp

 Everything’s      Looking      Pretty-      Realistic

  That’s        Dry...

  Also     are    you    right    next     to   each   other   using   walkie-talkies?

Cool

Suspic.

  Okay       Neat

   Whelp

   That’s           A          Lot

 Battalion

   Yeah       that’s         a        lot

   Tanks

    Yep  

    Hope         They          Have       Explosives

    Whelp

   “A little        Closer”

   Shouldn’t         the      superior        be giving      the orders

Like;        Fair if he handed off that         authority        off screen

     Would’ve           been nice          to see         the plan      coming together           though

       Right

      They’re       splitting            up

       Darn          It

       That      screws            up

      Whelp

       The          Fuck?

       Who            didn’t          give            a        warning??

        Like           they            all           just        silently         died??

Whelp-

  That-

    Sounded literal plastic        cans falling over

     Abort         the       mission

     ????          How?

      Is       there         a     second     doorway??

  -What

   Whelp

    Also that some admittedly weak armor

    Like one shot      and those guys go down

  Whelp

    Then again they are supposed to be    cannon fodder

   [or just outwhelm with numbers]

   Aka; The council probably gave     them cheap armor

    Whelp

   Okay

   Dude, you see flashing lights and a bunch of bullshit going     down

     Like you’ve clearly shown the ability to put pieces together

    And they might be going with a different tone-

    Then again-

  Cut off

  Droids onto       Us...

  Whelp...

      Ouch.            .

       Evac       south          tower            - His           tone is a little too innocent

        Good Plan

       South                Tower

        We’re             in            the                  North

       Not             For-

      [Okay           I’m       conflicted           are          they        going          for             Adult            Anakin?          Because          This             Is            Kinda....       New        Taking         the        bite        out         of         the        Darth       Vader       thing,             But          This          is         the         lead          up...

     Point          being;             If       they’re       going        for      adult,       they      really      need        to      lean      more       into       the     snarky   I-know exactly-what-I’m-doing-        tone

   [Even,          Re-assured        tone]

      If not; then more       monotone

      This           is          the         best           of        neither        worlds

    Does    n’t          Work

    Aight,           Lots           Of         Smart         Decisions

  [Except       for      Obi-wan]

    You          have         blasters

      Not          snipers

        How?

       Wait-

        How-?

       They’re 

      Several

        Yards-

          Blasters are       short range weapons                right?

       In every circumstance we’ve seen            they’ve been            short range-

             So-

... He dead?

    Whelp-          Heck-

    Aight

   Cutting’s         a         little       odd

  Un-    satisfactory

  Get-     Over here

    ????

Now     he can throw       stuff

    Obi-Wan           is a           show        off

   There’s         five        but       okay

   Right        the     elevator

   Oh      roof       top

    That’s       smart

     Now         What?

      No          one       guarding         the         elevator

       Or          heard           it          come          up

     (Those         things         make         noise)

      Whelp

       Good            someone              took               cover                   -

             Whelp

              Okay

               Did everyone join this roof top fight?

               Seriously,                       where is that plane/                         Carrier?

                    Whelp

                      There                                 We                            Are

                    Question                       answered

                     Aight

                    Seriously

                     What                          are                       those                        blasters?

                       I thought they were some high heated sparks that could causes bruises and dents, to the armor, breaking it down

                      But dude reacts like he got hit by a                          one-shot cannonball?

                       Like, why-

                      Anyway...

                   They escape

                    Dude, taking a                        souvenir

                      Seriously,                            that’s sus

                       [Oof]

                       Anyway..

                       [Holy sh*t                            the red!]

                          Maybe                             this tactical droid                            will help

                            You’re                                 sus

How   they   knew   our   plan

????

Has this happened   multiple   times?

That     seems like a pretty big jump?

 Like ‘oh they happen to take a different     path and stumble up the stairs,   traitor- I’m go-”

Seriously

Night

Base

Why

The editing   is   weird

Progression-

Whelp,     that     happened

...

Just   doesn’t    make   sense

That    they    saw   you     and    

reacted accordingly

Like,     what are we supposed to find   sus   here?

Missing    a bit         of   crucial   information

 How     we     got   here

 Ow

How?

Future      Tech

Rt-D2

“Least-”

  Again     -How

“They     had      all     our    Intel,”

We   saw   only   one    line     of      it     that   can      be   gleaned     from     basic   observation

  Please   enlighten      us

 Ambush

Vulnerable

 They   walked     up      a     flight     of    stairs

You   know   what   would’ve   worked   better?

Troop       Movement        Charts

   That      would’ve       worked         a lot better        with the dialogue        going on here

  And       what just happened

Here....       They kinda look like      Over paranoid idiots      for no reason

  I don’t think we did

 .... it was a flight     of stairs

  Infiltrated       our      defenses

 Up      a         flight          of          stairs

    Possibly

Dude     not possibly         you were ready to jump on this idea

   OK so this is a Obi-Wan-and- Anakin-are-overly-paranoid-and-actually stumbled-across-some-thing                                         Mission

Okay    those are fine,        Just      would’ve     liked a few more      context clues

   Exclud      -ing       the       title

    Getting          right        into        the        murder       mystery

   “Intel.”            STAIRS           ....

    Seps

  ‘Who want to betray the      guys who enabled      our           Abuse....”

   Enemy        Lines

    This is       really       corny

  Breaking       out       the    disguises

  Aight

 What....

 Anyone...

   Two       Clones

   Like they do have top security clearance           if we’re going with the Obi-wan’s     paranoid logic

   Cody      didn’t say anything...

    Whelp

   Beeping

    Whelp         Shit

   Why...        did      you     run?

  What kind of run is that...     Rex?

  Follow

   What?

   Also,       teamwork?

   Rex         Has         A         Gun

    Wait,       you’re        going          to       shoot          him??

    Please- tell me that’s a     stun gun

    Whelp,          How?

       That            Face

     Must’ve          gone          in the          mess           hall

Aight

   We’ve       got        a      big    problem

  Did   anyone   switch   into   armor

Also,     ‘ hey     did  someone     come    through     here?’

  You’re        the     superiors

   No     one‘s    going       to    question       a  reprimand      on    conduct

   Oh that you’re going to question      someone you don’t know the name of

  Like,    there’s     five     guys      here

(Maybe      More)

   And     you’re     acting       like         a       basic         “hey       what’s             up,         how’s          it      going        is      going         to      trigger         a       spy     sense,

 Like, there     is some protocol on       running        in       the      hall      right?

    Like,     seems        easy       enough

   Brothers

    Weakest       relation        in         all         the           relations

       Also dude was wearing            A gray uniform

     Did you just think he was the   custodian?

     One           Of           Us

      Did you just leave the cafeteria without....

     Rex & Cody suck at being detectives

    Also what’s his voice just did a      maniacal        there

     Like,         What?!

    We’ll have to wait for his next move....

   What is with the logic.....

   This is supposed to be a murder mystery.... but the logic  is the weakest         part

    “Jedi,”

   We found nothing       master Jedi

      [we did toss away a     lead though]

   .....

    What?

  Real discrete

    Okay

    Smart droid

     .....

     No

  Rex and Cody are the worlds worst       detectives

   Rex    Specifically

   But he was always the     instigator         of       bad         ideas

   R2D2...          Is the     spy

Whelp

...Aight

 Slick

 Aight

Whelp

 ..It was a building..

Aight...

  Whelp

   Whelp

 Time to have cookies and tea with the   separatist leader

No,       No      Way

  Assumed     authority

  Whelp

   Two        of      them       have       hair

[excluding    Slick]

  Who’s     name       is     slick

  What

   It’s       Him 

   ...

Okay     now     they      all     have     hair

Bullshit    Animators

  Two       of     those     guys      were      very    clearly    bald

  Dude    Went         To        Crate-

  In-consistency

   The third guy came out of nowhere

     And it wasn’t Slick

     Seriously my eyes on fifth guy

      He can appear out of thin            air

     Nice

   Whelp

 Stabbed

   Okay

 Ventress   Seriously,       did the cloak      conceal that much?

Unpleasant

  Obi-won, stop flirting

  Sorry

  Obi-won

   Seriously,         What is with     this scene?

  I’m      as       Ace       as        it      can        get

   (And not interested in my commentary becoming       *that*)

    And       this      scene        is     clearly        ship

   Like,      should     Anakin       go       to         a     different       room?

 [again I’m not trying to make it]

       Okay back to the clones

        [Thank God]

         What-

        Dear frick

     [i’m not sure which was       worse]

          Fuck

    Also, Machine Gu-

     Nope

      - -

    Are the     innuendos         - -        Going          to         end?

    I’m      trying        to be a relatively      serious      reviewer

    And.... sex jokes are not my   style

  Eer-

  Right         Away       

   Sket

    Dear          frick         His       name          is       literally       Sketch

    Else

    There were-    there was one dude

    Also-  why didn’t you ask when you were in the       mess?

   We          Will

    It’s       Slick

“ I     got   nothing      to       hide ,”

  Yeah,       he      does

    Med       Droids

   Aight

 Chopper

  Seriously being last must   suck

Already throwing     sus

*Up

Chopper       doesn’t have hair!

Oh, good   done with the flirting

   My       Loyal     Informant

  Gosh     dammit   Obi-won

Anakin,        Just      wants         it     over

  Whelp

Obi-wan      doesn’t     wanna       help

   Nice  

   Cool

   Don’t   shame      the      man       for       his     hobbies      (Except        for        the      enabling         of        war        part)

    Aight

    Whelp

     What

     Geez

      Like

       That’s like       collecting metal from a        training exercise

     What??

    Didn’t Cody take a          feckin head

     Seriously,      dysfunctional      is a bit strong

    Fuck

   He was doing        arts and crafts

 At least   he fessed up

  Forbidden?

   Seriously

    What          About          Rex?

      Oh whoever took the         fecking head??

    I’m no spy

    Ack

    Now         Obi-won’s    helping

   Chopper

Slick’s    Projecting

Okay

Tell     where     you     want

 Good       Job

   Saw         You

   Whelp

   Sergeant

   Freudian         Slip

   They         Have        Missions?

   I       Mean

   Name’s        literally          Slick         (Honestly        I would’ve gone          with one          of the two            “Higher                     Ups              Here;                 Would’ve                  Gone              for               a            better             twist/               Fore           shadow-ed              the             turn            (Discontent)                Ment;                This                is            just           some         random           guy

Still      servicable

 They     really   pulled      off      the   manipulator;        Wished       they        showed      this        side          of       the      enabler’s     more

   He         Won  

   Poor        Dude

   Heck          Stalling

 Seriously     what is the plan here?

 To capture her

  To...

 Get     hit      with     the    book

 Whelp

  He   should       be   long   gone

His   shelter,     is on the other side

He’s   already   got   a   Headstart 

So,     the gun ship.   is   pretty pointless

Ha     Trap

But did they just not use their     eyes?

They were right behind     him

Did....they just se. something     in the opposite direction     and   was like   ‘yeah that’s fine’

Cause     Geez

Rex       &     Cody

Ace       Detectives    Of    Freakin      None

Whelp

I thought it was just-       A Signal lure     Nope       Was     an   actual   bomb       ...      Whelp

Okay,          ... Heck

How   fast   was   fecking   slim?

Because there’s no way   no one noticed   Bombs just sitting there      ....

Like    What...

Whelp

Damn    Slim...

Take     out     the   kitchen      sink     too?

  The     Usain       Bolt,          Of      Clones

   “He        took        out      our      weapons       depot,”

  Yeah..     

   One          Dude

   What       was        he      eating?

   Pure        Sugar?

  Whelp

   That      Sucked

   He’s      not     trying         to     escape

    You         sure?

    Pretty        sure          he       could          do         both..

    [Okay,        that’s       enough        jokes          about         his       speed,           He’s           a         fast            boi]

Make     Them

You’re   terrible   superiors

[Like   everyone      is      but      you     specifically]

“Give up Ventress,”

“ i’m all yours      Obi-Wan,”

 SERIOUSLY!

    Whelp,         Clever

  “You’ve served your purpose.]

[Can      the    innuendos      stop     please?]

    Also         what        was        the       plan       here?

    Why?

    How?

   How         do      you     know     that?

   How       do        they        know      about      that??

    What??

    What’s           the        plan,         master?

     He          spent          the           entire             time,                      flirting

      Like I’m pretty convinced there was no plan

  “My sweet,”

    You           Don’t have anything to bargain  with

    “Estimated”

   Dude, how

   You       are      literally          in         a       hole

    Hop

    Well         that         was         easy

     Cool

     “Boys”

       Err-

      (How          old         is       Anakin        again?)

       Old         enough              to     supposedly           be         groomed

      (So           Under...)

        Ew,                Just             Ew

      (Despite                 The              (Adult)         Dialogue...)

        Friends...

        Seriously

         Poor            Obi-wan...

        Aight

        “Take             Control...”

           Okay,                 I’m sorry,                my heads                 in the               gutter

             (Not by                choice!)

               Also,                  Seriously?

               You                 burned-                    like                    five                 things?

                 Sucks,                      not                    really                      world                   -ending

                  How did we get this guy??

            Seriously?

         I don’t know

      Was he the test subject for some like     speed serum?

        Slick           ran           into           the      command           center

        Why?

        Also            he’s         probably           gone

       (Boi            is           fast)

       Whelp

         That            things               tilting?                How            much            does             she-

         Okay,              Whatever

          You’re               on               that

           Whelp

            Jumping                   is                    a                        good                    idea

                 Off

                Aight

               Prepare                       to                   march                      on                       the                        city

                     Geez

                        Is                            it                           that                            dude

                             Is                                this                                  an                                  origin-                                      [I                                   don’t                                   like                                     the                                   movie;                                   nothing                                     can                                     save                                       it]

                                Delay                                    the                                     Jedi                                     ...                                     Yes                                mistress

                            Aight

                            Right

                             Heck                                     is                                 the                             octopus                               thing

      He’s   probably      gone

  Whelp

   Lock         Down

    Aight

     Shit          Sun

    Aight

A   Bunch      of   bullshit     but     cool

   I’m      not      the     traitor      you        are

   He’s      got       a     point

  Also,     see      he    could    totally    kick     his     ass      he     did         it    before

   He        HAS          A       Point

Suffering

 -Err

 Brothers

 Seriously,       Weakest        relation        ever

     Of

   Freedom

     HE      HAS            A           Point

      (A         Garbled              One]

   Bull- shit

      He sustained a lot less         hits than either of those        two

    What

    Dicks

   Seriously it seems mostly intentional     but they really are just such      dicks

  (Anakin        -What         the         frick)

      HE        HAS          A       POINT!

    Bidding

     Whim

  [seriously        why         is      Anakin        the        more...]

     I      love       my     brothers

   Dick

    ?

  Good       For       Him

     ?

     ?

     -

     -

    Oof

    Now the plans don’t really make sense

    Mainly just a rushed framing device             For the       mystery

      If you focus on that          it’s pretty good

      But the villain really         saves it

     It’s honestly     heart-wrenching

    You        really       do        feel       for       the       guy

    But         shit situation and all            (And it is a shit situation          grooming and all)      That         that        energy      should          only           be       pointed          at         the      abuser                 (And     subsequent       enablers)           And      getting         out          of         that         shit       situation

      For           your        own       benefit        and        for       others

    Including         your         own      generation          (Even          the        enablers,              Who          will             their           dues               on            case              by            case            basis)               Of        Accountability                   And                Both              You                And               They                 Deserve             better              than                  to                live                with                  an               enabler

                As                    for                     the                    future                  generation,                          Do it right                        and                     they’ll                     know                       all                      they                         have                        to                        be                      thankful                         for,                     without a word,                     personally

                    The                       way                         it                      should                        be