#then probably die right after but womp womp

[rae-unbeloved]

Yes, yes we have. (Hehehhe >:3) wet cement specifically, sounds like it would be goopy, like a yogurt kinda plus sandiness, it would either be cold or absolutely boiling hot

Chat i need to find some wet cement and fucking chug it.

[oodlyenough]

arcane s2 act 2

so my main criticism of act 1 was that everything felt rushed. that has not gotten better lol

i knew going in that two seasons -- of nine episodes, and short 40 minute episodes at that -- was probably going to be too little. and it is. well. what can you do, i guess. i'm glad this isn't my number 1 fandom interest the way it was in 2022 because if it were i'd be much more bothered lol. many of the beats we're hitting are beats i like on paper but we are blitzing through them so fast they have no time to breathe or sink in before we're onto the next one.

also i respect the huge amount of effort that goes into creating an animated series that looks the way this looks, but these episodes are so short. the runtime is 40 minutes and five of that is credits and another five of that is our obligatory stylized music video. it's just too little time to dedicate to a large ensemble cast and a complex plot. it sucks to be watching the final season of a show and realize you haven't seen [Major Character] for entire episodes, or entire acts (!). outside of jinx and ambessa, it feels like everyone's fave is getting shortchanged on screentime, some more than others. with only three episodes left it's hard to imagine they'll manage to resolve everyone's arc and all the outstanding mysteries and bring everything to a satisfying conclusion. fans freaked out when they first accidentally let slip that after s2 they were moving away from these characters and fans were right. womp womp

more detailed spoiler stuff:

sevika. the hair. why :(

"jinx is a symbol of resistance" is one of those things that i didn't feel they entirely set up. sure, she has pushed back on piltover -- but every time she has, piltover has cracked down even harder on zaun. there's really no zaunites who resent her for that? hm

isha is a character i struggle with because i thought everything about her was too on the nose in act 1 and then we had open act 2 with jinx stating the thesis aloud to the camera. "gee you remind me of my old self powder. i wonder if this is how silco felt about me, powder." lol

i was DARING the show to have vi flashback to punching powder after she hit isha lmaooo. impressed they resisted

whatever tho i did enjoy the jinx-sevika-isha unit while it lasted

vander's werewolf self going back to the hideout he used to share with silco... their jackets hung together... bro...

i have to say i'm actually not sure i like the felicia stuff that much. i don't know. arcane isn't subtle ever and this felt like another sledgehammer. i think i also ... actually derive a bit less meaning from vander taking them in/silco raising jinx if actually vander and silco were besties with their mom and knew them growing up, too. not that it stopped silco from wanting to murk vi lmao so i guess it's no guarantee of his affection for jinx, but... yeah. idk. subtle as a brick: that's arcane

also was this telling me that vander saw felicia die during a rebellion they all incited, flipped out and blamed silco and tried to DROWN HIM ... like... jesus man that's pretty harsh lmao i'd start villain monologuing too

mel in the torture labyrinth was interesting, and i loved getting to meet a version of her sexy brother kino. as soon as [man's voice] appeared i was like omg is it her sexy brother... and it was! sort of! i'm assuming his look and personality and voice match real kino even if he was some kind of trick monster thing. i like the medarda family lore and i liked getting to see mel and kino interact, if briefly

on the other hand, mel being trapped in the torture labyrinth meaning that's her only 5 minutes of screentime for all of act 2 and the reveal is that she has magic powers which we already surmised from the s1 cliffhanger... i don't know... and an illegitimate baby plot? like... we have so many plots. please.

also she's totally pregnant and i hate that. lol.

i started this season ambessa's number 1 fan and i have enjoyed her but also there is a lot of her, when other major characters from s1 get little screentime. i had hoped seeing more ambessa would mean seeing more of ambessa and mel, bc their relationship with each other is very interesting, but... nope??? i mean, sure there's act 3, but we've had six episodes so far of little.

caitlyn's arc was such a disappointment to me. the end of act 1 with her was such a strong stark scene and by the time we pick up with her in act 2 we've already montaged past all her war crimes and into the part where she feels bad about them and is ready to turn a new leaf. like. come on man.

her reunion with vi was way too smooth. i would love vi to be angry with her for her bullshit. maybe they'll fight again next act, they fight all the time, but like... ugh. 2.1 was such a big falling out and then vi just shrugs it off and we're back to "cupcake". poor vi the writers dgaf about her

viktor's cult was not what i expected at all, i expected something more outwardly sinister lol. people on twitter are arguing back and forth about how obviously evil it was but i am not sure that's the case -- or like -- i mean i think as an audience member aware you're watching a tv show, it's easy to be like "this is clearly evil and will be revealed as such later", but just in terms of what the show is putting down in act 2 i think it's presented as this bastion of hope which is then destroyed. in act 3 we will find out why it was destroyed, i assume, and can retroactively decide if that was a good decision or not.

sky. sis. i wish they like. made you a person in s1. i have no frame of reference for if this feels like the real sky whose consciousness is now in the void (like viktor's seems to be?) or if she's like the hexcore's avatar for getting what it wants (which is what i feel act 1 implied), because they did not spend time in s1 to establish her

i joked in s1 a lot about salo getting a front row seat to jayce and viktor's weird gay thing over the years so it's nice he got to participate in their last conversation flkhghgl. but this was another scene where i felt the pacing was nerfing things -- i like the general exchange on paper, that there's been this time apart and viktor wants to show jayce what he's working on and jayce is all fucked up and bitter or whatever, but in real time their reunion, split, and then this scene happen in such a condensed time ... we haven't really seen either of them apart, we didn't see jayce's time growing bitter or whatever and even if we see it in act 3 it's belated?

i also thought it was odd how viktor was like "i was clouded by emotion" when honestly their breakup was the most emotionless he'd ever been to that point lol

it is very funny to think that jayce came out of s1 and the hell void and the lesson he learned was he should continue shooting first and asking questions never

i can think of several possible explanations for jayce's behaviour, ranging from "something i'd be super into" all the way to "i don't want to type it out in fear of invoking it into the universe". so i'm trying not to speculate all that much tbh, lest i grow attached to the former and get the latter

"peacock princes... an old family joke" and "you once told me every system has limits" are two great examples of stuff feeling rushed. these so clearly feel like they should be callbacks to scenes we actually *saw* but they just aren't. because we never got flashback kino, and viktor and sky never held a conversation until she died.

ekko and heimerdinger died on the way to their home planet...

this all sounds exceedingly negative listed out, when in reality i was mostly having a good time. it's just... the cracks are starting to show as the the show strains under the pressure of accomplishing all its goals in a measly 18 episodes. that crunch means any time someone's watching a scene about a plot or characters they like less they're going to start feeling impatient, any time a musical number doesn't hit (and i have to be honest, s2 is more misses than hits for me so far) they're going to feel impatient... i don't know. i find it difficult to see how they'll pull all of this off without leaving the audience thinking "jeeze that needed another season", or "why did they waste time on X when i wanted to see Y".

[doodle-do-wop]

Kotlc theory: spoilers for Stellarlune

I'm probably gonna slap this on discord cause I like rambling to my friends but it felt like a fun theory to drop here anyway

It's a very very VERY long plot point that I honestly kinda maybe somewhat thought about the first time it popped up but the missing star stone Gisela had commissioned into a hair thingy

Biana mentions her dad taking her to buy a comb once when she was young and that was that up until Stellarlune when the star stone is essential now for Elysian and Biana, brilliant girl that she is, has a theory about the stones and as per use, she's right. Whenever Biana has a theory there is like a 90% chance she's right or she was still right but just slightly missed the target. So it turns out Biana has had the star stone this whole damn time sitting in a box because little baby Biana didn't think it was pretty/it wasn't the one she wanted

But Cyrrah purposefully gave the star stone to Biana and yeah it could just be because no one would think twice about some little kid having what is essentially the government's biggest secret in a jewelry box for who knows how many years but could Biana have been essential to Elysian in some other way besides being the keeper of the place?

Had Alvar ever been ordered to snoop through his family's jewelry because Gisela heard they bought something from Cyrrah but everyone just shrugged her off because she's crazy and paranoid and none of Della's jewelry was special but womp womp Gisela uses her brain for something other than kicking kids and she right

I know Biana is Shannon's favorite plot device for moving things along and Dex is her favorite when she remembers he exists and needs to set a kid on fire (I really hope Dex doesn't die in the final battle because if anyone is going down to an exploding glittery rock it would be Dex but knowing him and fire Dex might survive this) but I genuinely think Biana might still have a foot in the door with this whole Elysian thing

And yeah, big shocker I'm talking about Stina again, but where the fuck did this kid get a book on BATTLE STRATEGY??? How did this 'cowardly' character who has only been in ONE FIGHT THAT WASNT EVEN GIVEN TO US IT WAS JUST SPARK NOTES NEVER TO BE TOUCHED UPON AGAIN( Shannon when I catch you Shannon) HOW DID SHE OF ALL THE CHARACTERS WHO HAVE NEARLY LOST THEIR LIVES USE THAT THING INSIDE HER SKULL CALLED A BRAIN AFTER ONE BATTLE AND THINK "hey i should learn battle strategy" WHEN NO ONE ELSE DID

Shannon hates me, it's true, she stuck a sticky note to my door that says 'I hate you Doodle-xoxo go piss girl (Shannon)' and I saw her in a Mazda waiting for me to read the note and then dramatically burn tires as she drove off, so I know this blonde woman will do SOMETHING that will make me wanna throw book 10 into the ocean. It will probably be the page count of the book for the number of 'last time on Shameless' filler paragraphs. But she'll do SOMETHING to piss me and only me straight off and it's gonna have something to do with Stina I feel it in me bones.

Cause where did she get a battle strategy book????? Who did Stina go up to and say 'hey does my library card work for goblin writings on battle strategy?'. Elves don't have those types on books they're allegedly peaceful but I mean if they made themselves forget about Nightfall and Elysian the elves might have a super secret dark history of battle strategy.

Biana, Fitz, Tam, Linh, Wylie, Stina, Dex, (I don't even remember if Keefe was there I just recall the Horse Girls and Sophie punching stained glass while Marella shows her support for the LGBT) and the rest of the adults who have so far been nerfed beyond nerffing

Unless Shannon decides she needs a book 11 book 10 is about to be the longest book I've ever had the misfortune of laying my eyes on or worse, broken into two book parts

Shannon can't drop cookie crumbs no more she can only drop the full fucking box of cookies so that battle strategy better come in clutch like the deus ex machina I know it's going to be but I also think it's hilarious that Sophie and the gang leave Stina to her own devices for maybe less than 24 hours and Stina managed to set up a full armada in that time.

Shannon had Stina do far too many things in Stellarlune that are never touched upon/mentioned after they're said and once again, she can't drop crumbs she can only drop the whole cookie. Stina in Stellarlune volunteered to 1) talk to a psychopath 2) search through Kenric's library for a crystal that still wasn't found and 3) read battle strategy while calling herself their strongest asset

Stina has to have something up her sleeves and it better be something big or I'm fighting Shannon in the park lot again. Stina could have gotten the book on battle strategy from Kenric's library tbh and asked to check it out or she was only allowed to read it in Kenric's library. Who knows. I think it's hilarious that Oralie might've had to report back to the council that Stina Heks is reading battle strategy books. Lord only knows how Timkin handled telling the Collective his daughter is reading those books.

Can't believe Stina might be a deus ex machina in book 10, I will go crazy if book 10 is too long and has to be broken up into two parts. I still feel like Biana plays a bigger part because she always does. And this has gone from theory to nonsensical rambling but that's just how this blog rolls

[gennianydots]

Me, a bisexual, watches The Mummy (1999) for the first time

Errant thoughts/me texting my friends about it:

Warning! Spoilers (duh) for the whole movie under cut

Woahhhh helloooo pharoahs mistress

Annnnnnd hello terrible cgi

Oh this burying imotep alive shit is definitely not going to bite us all in the ass again later

Guys i think i figured it out

Imotep is the mummy

We can all go home now

Alright we just met Brendan Fraser who got promoted because the guy with face tattoos chickened out

Run you 90s heartthrob pretending to be in the 1920s, run!

"Lets not kill the main character, just for the lols" - some guy who isnt the main character

Clumsy fmc is clumsy

Meshiver great word lol

An unwarranted kiss!

And now she is going to break him out of jail/save him from death lol

This is very goofy but Brendan Fraser looking exactly like george king of the jungle with his hair all disheveled back there made me giggle and brought back some of my childhood

Oooooo fmc prettyyyyy

Well these other idiots who are gambling on the boat and also looking for hamanaptra are gonna die

Probably from imotep eating their faces

Very suddenly the whole boat is on fire lol

Oooooo the bisexual is bisexualing

I mean me

I’m bisexualing

Evy is real pretty

A smoky eye? In this economy?

We got the camels. The quest is questing

Face tattoo guy! We missed you. (Not really)

Ok we have entered the spooky Egyptian burial site or whatever

This fucking stand off with the american team with the guns up and down is peak comedy

Guy who goes off on his own to find treasure destined to die a horrible death

"Dont put me down for mummification " lolol

Quality writing here

We're camping after finding imoteps carcophagus. And Tattoo guy is back! With his whole crew!

Comic relief brother is being funny

🧐Tattoo guy comes to kill them and then....just doesnt kill them????

He issues a stern warning instead like Brendan and Evy (idk her real name) will obey?

"What is a place like me doing in a girl like this " lololol top quality writing

Clumsy evy is clumsy and adorable when drunk

Evy: “I’ve never seen a mummy look like this hes still.. hes still...”

The boys: “Juicy.”

Haha! 🤣

YES YES AMERICANS AVOIDING ALL SIGNS THAT TERRIBLE DOOM IS UPON THEM IF THEY OPEN SOMETHING

SOMETHING SOMETHING DUMB AMERICANS

The fucking foreshadowing is killing me

Its so heavy handed

Guy who wears glasses has thelma moment

"MY GLASSES!" I’m COMPLETELY BLIND NOW!"

The mummy has awoken

And completely enamoured with evy

The mummy thinks evy is his beloved but then. Brendan STORMS IN and the mummy screams at him and he screams back and fires his gun lololol the mummy fucking ragdollssssss lololol

Oooo the cgi is so bad

And we got caught by.... YOU GUESSED IT FOLKS TATTOO GUY AGAIN

BENI GETTING USED BY THE MUMMY BECAUSE THATS ALL THIS CHARACTER WAS WRITTEN AS

the mummy hand popping out of the sand "LIKE DAISIES!"

Ahhhh! Tattoo guy has a backstory!

OF COURSE (evy is) gonna be a sacrifice

“Well well well. Let me guess...spring cleaning?” GOD BRENDANS QUIPS ARE SO BAD

BREAKING NEWS MUMMY IS TERRIFIED OF CATS 🐱

also ew mummy kissed evy

Nice job in the boils and sores, make-up team

I was right about the mummy stealing the dumb Americans faces 😈

Evy is taken by the mummy

Idk the mummy is kind hunky, it might not be so bad to live with him forever

“Hey winston!! Pedal faster!”

The QUIPPPPSSS

AND winstons dead

Thank you british government for getting us to the climax of the movie

Oooo the mummy has awoken stone ppl

And brendan found the treasure

Hahah i hate it when characters chuck the gun at the bad guys when the ammos out your last ditch effort fails every. time.

Also this like the 8th handgun we have chucked at an enemy- where are we getting all these handguns???

BRENDAN JUST LIT A DYNAMITE USING TATTOO GUYS BEARD WTFFF

And weasel character is a weasel womp womp

Brendan casually killing the cgi mummy priests and then the quip "mummies 🙄" is just so....something

Anddddd (the mummy) is dead!

What a dramatic death lol

And beni dies

👋🏼BYE TATTOO GUY!

SUNSET KISSES 😘 😍

And fin. Welllllp I’m super gay. Bye!

[sentimuse]

Ever After High X Twisted Wonderland.

I was high when I made this please forgive the babble. I needed it to be said.

OKay so arguably the TWSTverse goes the best with the EAHverse. I may rant about Descendants later but lemme get this out first via Headcanon.

Riddle Rosehearts:

Pre OB! Royal Post OB! Rebel

The hedgehogs get along.

He and Lizzie have an odd relationship. They both have mommy issues but they both want to live up to their mothers' standards. Riddle has a hyperfixation for her mom and a deep seeded pride regarding her, that gets strained when he and Lizzie commiserate about shitty moms. Lizzie feels weird cuz he's nice but he idolizes her mom and that's awkward when you both have bad moms you still love in a strained almost begrudging way. They're good friends but don't seem like it due to the awkwardness of it all

He really gets along with Kitty and Maddie. Strangely Maddie is the one that reminds him of Che'Nya (Kitty does too because duh but personality wise). Always talking in riddles and rhymes but still a very good friend.

Gets introduced to Ginger via Trey and has to fight himself internally to not fucking ask for a strawberry tart from her. He's genuinely curious as to what it tastes like but knows that Trey would grill his ass into knowing which one was better and would face Dorm Card Trey Consequences. 

Trey Clover:

Rebel and always has been.

He's great friends with Lizzie due to her being kinda just a tamer Riddle.

Friends with Kitty and Maddie as well.

Has had baking contests with Ginger. (Friendly? maybe.)

Midkey respects Daring for having that pearly white of teeth. He's a little jealous, but Trey has the leg up because Daring is kinda vapid.

Is weirdly close with Mad Hatter cuz Trey is always able to concoct whatever weird flavor he's asked for.

Cater Diamond:

He's a Rebel 4lifer

He and Goldie are fucking ride or die besties. Swapping influencer tips? Yes. I bet they even got matching endorsements.

Him and Maddie are besties but not as much. He likes how bubbly she is.

Cater also really gets along with Briar and they're able to connect a little about insecurities and socializing stress.

Cater would fucking love it here everything is so aesthetic and his Magicam would blow tf up plus he's so girlie pop I don't think the transition would be that hard for him. He fits in really well.

Deuce Spade:

Rebel 

NGL him and Ace also fit into EAH really well they're good people (most of the time) and their flaws are light hearted enough to survive transplanting. Deuce is just a lil ditzy and has some anger issues but really loves his mom and baby chickens??? Just a little guy energy.

He would get along well with Cerise imo. Their vibes are similar to me, that is the best explanation I have.

Probably has a crush on Raven he also relates somewhat to the bad past but wants to be good things.

Ace Trappola:

Rebel

Ace is a shitter. Fucking asshole goofster. But he has a pretty decent head on his shoulders.

Really gets along with Kitty being two shitsers.

Strangely good friends with Lizzie. I mean if you're gonna rule at least be fair yeah?

Epel Felmier:

Rebel

He's absolute BESTIES with Darling. Because they're both feminine and want to break out of what life has assigned them. 

He's also pretty tight with Cedar.

Wants to be friends with Ramona so so so so so fucking bad.

Vil Schoenheit:

I hate to say it but my man is a centrist.

He understands and respects the audacity the royals have to think they can force others into roles they aren't meant for. However that's kinda his whole fucking issue in life. He doesn't mind some of the Royals, Apple is certainly more bearable than Neige and I'm certain that Vil can see right through her.

Sympathizes with Apple honestly. He'd want to like this Evil Queen and has pointed out her good points like being strong at magic and a good manipulator but also she's kinda a bitch so womp womp.

Totally gets along with Raven he's like the midpoint between the two.

Is very annoyed by Goldie.

Hangs out with Cupid and Rook sometimes. 

Good friends with and commiserates with Duchess.

Rook Hunt:

Rebel ofc bb

Bro if so girly pop and hangs out with Cupid. They go on about pretty things and love together. He and Vil encourage her to go after Dexter.

He's aloof enough to fit into the EAH verse.

Does his rounds with the cast susing them out. Has the Leona infatuation with Ramona. 

Isn't fond of Goldie she's too keen to pry into his life.

Idia Shroud:

Is a Doomer Royal with Rebel sentiments.

Bro is maybe too sad for EAH but the books are a lil kwazy soo…

He hangs out with the gamer boys sometimes like Humphrey and Dexter if he has to socialize.

Would rather hang with Ortho but Ortho is hanging out with Cedar.

Fucking hates it here.

Ortho Shroud:

Bro fucking LOVES it here. Absolute Rebel.

He and Cedar are FAST FAST friends for being non human humans.

Loves hanging with Maddie and the girls.

Probably has like a shitpost Snap/Insta with the wackiest fucking pictures of himself, Cedar. Briar, Raven and Maddie. Like drunk college kid shit, tiddlywinks and necromancy.

Is everyone's little brother and he fucking THRIVES being able to be an enabled little shitter. No clue who helped Kitty and Ace with their latest prank. Couldn't be sweet Ortho! He's just a little guy!

Azul Ashengrotto:

Considered a neutral student for business, but is very much a pragmatist about it whatever the fuck that means lmao. He's a Rebel

Is both sad and relieved there aren't more eels.

He and Hopper are besties tho.

Suave cool guys sometimes and fucking trainwrecks otherwise? Kinnies even

Becomes lowkey midkey hydrophobic upon learning Meeshell turns fishy when wet.

Jade and Floyd:

Both Rebels ofc

Floyd and Jade are living it tf up.

Jade is investigating new mushrooms

Floyd is fucking shit up everywhere he goes and teaching them basketball or learning their basketball.

OFC Floyd has the nicknames on DECK

Maddie likes Floyd's silly nicknames and isn't so fond of him being mean sometimes.

She's also like mildly scared of Jade but he's nice to her dad and they talk about mushroom tea and treats so he's okay in her book.

Floyd always be racing Ramona or Cerise or doing some dumb shit with Briar.

Jade does his girlboss info gathering like in the one vignette with Vil where he looks so pathetically malewife.

Cedar is kept very very far from them.

Jamil Viper:

Rebel and honestly most of them are.

Surprisingly hangs out with Justine and Duchess. 

They be dancing N shit y'know.

Surprisingly gets along with Ashlynn.

Hangs out with Duchess when she gets fed up with Leona.

They vent about Kalim and Princess.

Kalim Al-Asim

Rebel but is so bubbly and sympathetic he's almost a centrist.

Kalim is so sweet he'd be like "Yeah Apple I totally get you wanna be queen and stuff but it makes Raven sad. :((("

Man is living it UP per usual.

He's hanging with every single person he can.

Absolute besties with Briar and Melody.

He's such a ball of sunshine.

He'd be so fucking happy here.

Leona Kingscholar:

Rebel ofc and would be a lot more dramatic about it than Raven is/was.

She ripped the page out of the Book of Legends? Bestie Leona would've dusted the whole thing like Azul's contracts. 👀 👀

Okay that's exaggerating he would've done the same thing.. Maybe

Honestly jokes aside he'd be more akin to Idia. A doomer rebel. 

He bothers tf out of Duchess and they're actually good friends.

Her drive to succeed kinda invigorates him.

Honestly bro is the same as ever. He eeps, he eats, he makes Ruggie do shit. 

SIKE!!!

Leona in the EAHverse would come to be like a god-tier version of himself. It would force his character development into being better than Falena imo. Yeah you could look at him and say he's just laze around, but in the middle of not only a class, but a life threatening conflict that is so deeply entwined with his actual life? If you ask me a PostOB! Leona would be all OVER this shit. He would be making full on plans and figuring shit out like well…a king. *laugh track*

Maybe then he'd like leave Ruggie alone or have a heart to heart with Ruggie or some cool emotionally mature shit. 

Ruggie Bucchi:

So audaciously a Rebel.

He hangs a lot with Maddie and Ashlynn.

Rosabella is also very nice to him. They're like sibs imo. She tells him to be nicer he tells her she's short or smthn and gives her backbone a boost.

Ruggie with a more developed Leona and with something solid to stand for would be a force to be reckoned with ngl. Even tho I think Ruggie has the weird trauma impulse that he has to earn his keep or earn others love for him so while I think Leona would be nicer to Ruggie part of that kindness is the unspoken way Leona lets Ruggie "steal" from him or do his laundry or whatever to feel like he has "earned" that money or food when those are just things people should do for you or do their best to provide for you because you exist and you are loved and cared for.

Anyway I just think we'd get a softer and a bit less cynical Ruggie. Not less crafty tho.

Jack Howl:

Rebel obvi.

Absolute besties with the Wolf sisters.

They do wolf things together.

Honestly I don't think much would change for him.

He'd be with the Savannaclaw boys being huge Rebel activists because of course they are. <3

Malleus Draconia:

Conflicted but ultimately a Rebel. Understands that people have things they need to do but they should be afforded the choice if possible.

HUGE HUGE BESTIES with Raven. Goth Girlies Unite!!!

Being around Raven and Maddie alot does WONDERS with him being more social and approachable. Maddie is their "cute item"

Hangs out with Cupid a lot after hearing about an old Gargoyle friend she had and REALLY wants to go to Monster High and meet her.

Fucking hates Faybelle. Thinks it's uncouth to crash parties.

Gets so so sad just looking or thinking about Briar.

They're mega besties tho and he like apologizes several times over even though it wasn't his Thorn Fairy that caused this. Immortality sucks dick.

She tells him to chill and shows him how to work a phone. /hj

They cry into ice cream and go on adventures a lot.

Lilia Vanrouge:

Rebel silly

Bro loves it here. The people are so spookable and he's just a cute little guy y'know!

He dispenses his wisdom and has an official ban from all kitchens so decreed by a combined front of (everyone) but mostly Ginger, Trey, and the Crumbs.

Hangs out mostly gaming but also with Poppy!

Poppy does his hair all the time, mostly via magic for funsies.

Also hangs with Kitty and Courtly.

Silver:

Rebel (He's his father's son)

Fits in so well. Really looks like one of the Charmings.

Hangs out mostly with Darling and Chase.

He has a one sided blood feud with both Hunter and Apple.

He's so princely and he's surrounded by birds and is in nature all the time??

Apple thinks he's coming for her place being so pretty when sleeping and surrounded by forest animals and flowers?? C'mon man wtf??

Hunter thinks he's coming for his girlfriend because Silver was nice to/talked to Ashlynn ONCE.

Bro can't catch a break from Briar either. She's the opp of his sleepiness. 

Sebek Zigvolt:

Sebek would be whatever Malleus is because loyalty. He is in all honesty so truly deeply conflicted.

All he wants to do is be a good knight for Malleus. He has wanted this forever. It's like his destiny. But then again he kinda (maybe? Idk I haven't read chapter 7 anything) got to choose this. But he should be loyal to whatever it is Malleus chooses, but what if in this world the book chose some STRANGER to be Malleus' knight and not him? AND THEN WHAT IF

In short he's very likely a Rebel he's just gotta get their. 

Crisis of Identity part 2 aka (I've conquered my internalized racism at being part human but now I'm not sure who I am personality and morality wise. What a conundrum! The Musical The Series The Musical.)

He hangs out with Darling and Chase as well.

Is also pretty close with Cerise and Raven.

All in all things would go pretty well together not that ANY of what I said explains that, but in long:

EAH is based on the idea of Destiny v.s Free Will and talks about the deep seeded fears and problems that would come from a society that tells you you must be one thing your whole life when you want to be another. Which goes very well with how the Overblots happen. 

Riddle is pressured and abused by his mother to be a perfect star child and that pressure is too much for him and he snaps. 

Leona is always considered second best and less than his brother. 

Azul has a poorly written (imo) overblot but he wants to feel comfortable in his own skin and feels he needs to do so by being in total control of every situation so he can look good and not feel inferior, as he was bullied in his childhood.

Jamil has to downplay himself to make Kalim look better and is made to live a life where he can never be his true self. 

Vil also has a poorly written overblot (imo) but he wants to feel loved and appreciated and to not be the villain he's always casted as. (Literally Raven's ENTIRE thing)

Idia wants to be a hero, and cope with the guilt of feeling like he killed his brother.

Malleus is grappling with mortality and not having a "proper" family. (Briar does the first half of this in the show)

EAH also does bend and change these "destinies"

Darling being Apple's "Prince"

Daring being with Rosabella when he was certain he'd be with Apple.

In the books, Cedar coming to terms with "being human" without having to be made of physical flesh and bone or being actually human. Thus disregarding the need for her story. 

Apple being the more ruthless between her and Raven when she is supposed to be kind and sweet.

Red and Big Bad being together.

In the books again, Brooke interacting with the story. 

So in long with shit for details and no real argument. I think Ever After High and TWST would make a great crossover and maybe I just want more people to do more idk modern(??) things with EAH. But also I'm a sucker for X but a Highschool/College thing.

[gaytoescvlt]

CW: Infidelity, P in V, unprotected sex, breeding, degradation, use of the word “daddy” (only twice though)

Imagine fucking your friend’s boyfriend…

You go to hangout with him while your friend is at work at it starts off innocent. He says he likes your outfit, and you two have become pretty close so you think nothing of it. Then things start to heat up. You feel a hand brush against your thigh, but it was probably an accident…right..? Then he starts to play with your hair, telling you about how his sex life with his girlfriend is getting boring.

Eventually he just grabs your jaw and kisses you. You pull back, saying that it isn’t right and that you’d never want to hurt your friend in that way, but the way his cheeks are flushed, and the way his breathing is heavy, he looks almost irresistible.

So…fuck it ig.

You climb onto his lap and begin grinding your heat against the prominent bulge in his pants.

“Your so fucking hot.” He groans

Somehow you’ve found yourself bent over his large bed as he’s behind you, licking at your pussy. He starts by teasing your clit and gathers up some of your slick from your slit. He then begins to lightly suck at your clit while prodding a finger at your entrance. He slowly begins fucking you on his finger and you feel like you might explode. He then adds a second finger, while continuing his assault on your clit which has you dangerously close to the edge. Just as your vision starts to blur, he pulls away entirely causing your orgasm to die down.

“You didn’t think it would be that easy did you? Pretty sluts like you need to work for their rewards.”

With that, you make your way off the bed and onto your knees. You stare up at him with pretty doe eyes before undoing the button of his jeans, you slowly slide down his jeans along with his boxers to reveal his mouthwatering length. You start by stroking him lightly with your hand which causes his breath to shake, then you place a few experimental licks to the tip of his cock.

“Quit teasing and suck, whore.”

You do as you’re told and slowly take his length into your mouth. You choke a little around him, but he just whimpers a bit in response. You start a good pace and soon enough you feel a hand at the back of your head. He’s not forcing your head down or anything, just resting it there, and it was honestly quite comforting. After a few minutes, you can feel him twitching and his moans become slightly more wanton and broken. He lifts you up and throws you back onto the bed.

“Good girl.”

He lines his tip up with your entrance and bottoms out in one thrust. Tears begin to well at your eyes from the stretch, but the pain subsides as he begins to move. You turn into a moaning mess beneath him as he snakes his hand to your throat and begins to squeeze.

“Daddy…I’m close…please let me cum, I-I’ll be a good girl…” you barely manage to say.

“F-fuck…say that again, princess..your so good f’me..I’m gonna fill up this slutty hole..”

You call him daddy again and his thrusts pick up the pace.

“I want it inside…please..” you begged (probably not smart but womp womp)

“Im gonna breed your slutty hole until your nice n full baby…f-fuck..” his hips stuttered.

With a few more thrusts, you came, clenching down tightly on his cock. That’s all he needed and so he followed suit, painting your walls a pretty white.

He collapsed beside you and offered to help you clean up. Small problem though…you look out the window and see your friends car in the driveway…

This isn’t for a specific fandom or character, but I wanted to feed you little freaks something yummy ;P

[ancientagentalien]

I just wanted to get on here and talk about something real quick. It's kind of a vent post, but it has some good topics to cover. I'm sure this can be pointed towards some of you or people you know.

These were responses to a story I posted on my snapchat. Basically, my story was about the genocide going on right now. This just shows me that there are humans who aren't... human. Yknow what I mean?

If you can watch a genocide and respond like this, you are not a person. Not to me, at least. I know that probably won't hold any place in anybody heart, but I feel like it must be said. After a certain line, people are no longer people.

And seriously? "Womp womp"? I beg your finest pardon? This is about MILLIONS of innocent people dying because Isreal can't be happy with what they have. Innocent mothers, fathers, children, friends, citizens. A majority of them are dead now. And for what? Because another country couldn't continue following international laws?

Are you a sociopath, psychopath, or sadist? Those are your only options, and none of them are compliments despite what other people may tell you.

It has gotten to the point where a man from the airforce, Aaron Bushnell, set himself on fire because that was the only way his voice would be heard. And even now, they are trying to silence it. He is a hero, and you don't get to speak if you think otherwise. If he was alive and did this in any other part of history, he would be deemed a hero.

They say he was mentally ilI. I have watched the video, uncensored and past the point where he fell over. This was a fully sound man with conviction. His face, voice, and choice of words made it abundantly clear that he was fully aware of everything he was doing and the lasting effects it would have. If he were mentally ill, Palestine would be the last thing on his mind. He would have just set himself on fire without a care for anything else in the world (also, he would not be in uniform because the airforce would not have employed him). He continued to scream the words "free Palestine" as he burned alive. After it was too much and he couldn't talk, he forced himself to scream it one last time. He then shook and fell over. He died not long after, as I'm sure most of you know. This completely sane member of the American airforce's last words were "free Palestine" and we still cannot find the motivation to do anything that truly helps. What the fuck is wrong with people?

Nothing on this earth will convince me that there is anything good happening or that Isreal is the victim that they're trying to look like. Palestine can hardly create bombs powerful enough to fully take out a full building, and Isreal is a military superpower. To put that in perspective, I give you an analogy: imagine the world's most experienced and skilled basketball player matched against someone with both of their arms amputated. Does that seem fair at all? No? Then why do you think this genocide does?

How many people have to die for no reason before something actually gets done about it? Tiktok sounds and filters aren't going to help. They haven't this whole time. Money won't help. You know what will? Action. Sending people to fight and rescue. We did it when Hitler did his genocide. How is this, at its core, any different. People who don't deserve it are dying because someone else has an ideal that they think is more important than human lives.

Nobody who supports Isreal's actions is a good person. I'm ashamed to be the same species as them.

Genocide for the stupid reason of "you have to do what I want cuz I said so."

Think about that.

[notasapleasure]

The Witchfinder (S01E01-02) (2022)

Another one I’ve already watched, actually the first thing I checked out after Andor. BBC iPlayer has been trying to push it on me for...a LONG time now, and I think I just always knew it wasn’t going to be as good as Ghosts or Detectorists, both of which are absolute faves. BUT.

John Stearne sure looks good. Now I know there are people with a whole...Tim Key thing around here, but if you don’t mind...I’ll take this one instead

As I said in my original response:

‘Noah fence but if he shouted DID YOU NOT LIE WITH THE DEVIL CARNALLY? at me I’d have some snappy comeback about his devilish good looks‘

Stearne: "Did you not lie with the Devil carnally?”

Assistant: “Simple question! Did you fuck the devil, yes or no?”

Accused: “I did.”

(he’s not saying it twice, it’s drawn out in one long word and it’s Epic)

Don’t come at me telling me how he’d make sure I’d die a horrible death I should fucking hope so too and I hope he leaves those boots on

Gideon, the main character, calls him a ‘bellowing ape’. Then realises who he is and tries to suck up.

(who he is is AWFUL and I just don’t care, get a load of that beard I [redacted for the sake of tumblr’s purity bots])

Innkeeper (who just asked him to pay for his bowl of cherries): “Who’s saying that?”

Stearne: “Well, I did, and you just have.”

Innkeeper: “I only said it ‘coz you...”

Stearne: “See how quickly these things catch fire?”

Of course, he uses hallucinogens to get confessions and doesn’t mind admitting it. He also thinks scripture is overrated.

He does a great Loom when Gideon pisses him off

But Gideon says he’s going to have his own trial of a witch put on in the square the next day, and invites Stearne

He never makes it though...

None of you mind the corpse screenshots right? We’ve had a couple already. These are the most....lingering though. He’s good at sitting still!

womp womp

Why do you think I began my rating system with ‘is he dead? is he evil?’

We have to watch one go in, of course.

The theory is he drank all the ale, slipped on the straw and impaled himself on a metal thingy. Probably showing off.

Episode 2

aka the first time I realised imdb was going to play me like a cheap kazoo. I give you the sum total of his appearance in episode 2:

the corpse is mutilated, so mark that up as having happened twice in recent TV! (Daisy May cooper is a common denominator, hmm....) (Gideon’s maid Old Myers cuts his finger off for the signet ring and then loses the ring)

Rating

Dead? Yes, and the reason I’m asking this question

Evil? Positively horrible. I....don’t care though

Affects the plot? Only in death!

I felt deeply cheated when I first watched this, but in the context of everything else I’ve watched, his scenes in episode 1 are still very entertaining. 2/5 because there are a few too many lingering corpse shots to balance out the beautify of the lush beard.

[exalt1ora]

georgie time

1. I don’t know! In some timelines, yes, most no. I think Georgie isn’t super big on the idea of marriage. Her parents’ wasn’t exactly stellar. But, the right person could persuade her. (Richie or Alice could convince her. no one else.)

2. again, in some timelines yes! mostly no! Georgie lives very spontaneously and isn’t sure that’s the best lifestyle to raise a child under. but, she does get daydream-y sometimes when she helps take care of her baby cousins. Maybe someday…with the right person.

oh and their names would be Lucy, Cameron, and Annette (Annie) <3

3. Georgie was born July 26th, 2003. my leo baby

4. dark muted green, both deep blue and bright blue.

5. birds and fish

6. daisies!!! the smell reminds her of her grandmother’s house

7. favorite is movie theater popcorn, least favorite is meatballs. on anything. ambiguously shaped meat disturbs her.

8. oooh love this job interview question. hm. strength, probably independence and will to do things alone. weakness, too easy to impress or charm. my poor attention deprived babygirl

9. Georgie wants to form and sing lead in a band, whether they stay unknown or get crazy famous, it’s just something she’s always wanted, and what she works towards. For a while, she had broadway dreams, but after visiting New York, she distinctly decided it was NOT for her. Too harsh. So yeah! Frontman of a band is the dream.

10. yes! so, Georgie’s parents; Ken Davidson, Head of Tech at CCRP, and Carol Davidson, burnt-out stay-at-home mom. Only child. Zoey and Zach Chambers are her second cousins on her mother’s side, and they’re only close because both families stayed in Hatchetfield. Somewhere far down the tree, is Mathias Waylon. Not to her knowledge though, TEEHEE!!!

11. if it has to be a starkid actor, Jaime Lyn Beatty for sure, but if it can be anybody ever, Jane Widdop <3

12. YES I LOVE THIS QUESTION okay.

fav movie - Empire Records! the record store setting comforts her a lot, and it’s very feel good for her

fav TV show - Avatar: The Last Airbender is her go-to, never tired of it

fav musical - Georgie LOOOOVES musicals, she grew up on them and is a theatre nerd at heart. her favorite is The Phantom of the Opera.

fav book - Coraline. she feels seen by it, and the way her stomach twists when she reads it makes her unable to put it down.

13. ehhh????1?1?1? sort of? she loves her parents, and they love her. they’d both kill and die for eachother. that being said. her dad is constantly working, and her mom has been pretty checked out since Georgie was a very young girl. they don’t know their daughter. she is still who she was at five to them.

14. n/a, only child !! L!! but actually, Georgie wants an older sister terribly but womp womp no dice

15. Georgie falls in love terribly easy. Before Richie/Alice (timeline dependent….), there was a boy who’s long since moved away to fuckin’ Clivesdale, a handful of awkward theatre romances, and a girl named Delia. They’d been close since elementary school, and Georgie developed feelings for her in junior high. She’d planned to tell her, she really had. Until Delia went missing in the Witchwood for three days. They found her, alive. Quiet, tired, but alive. Something clearly happened, and Delia never came back to school. Or Hatchetfield. All Georgie’s calls and texts went unanswered, and that was her first heartbreak. She has since bounced back, though not a day goes by she doesn’t wonder about it.

16. not really. she enjoys specific moments of it, specific classes and people she gets to see. overall, she doesn’t care about her grades much and just wants to graduate. her favorite classes are drama, choir, and english.

17. yes! Georgie has a ragdoll cat named Phoebe. her mom named her after the ‘Friends’ character, but Georgie sees her as the moon.

18. not being seen, being invisible or unknowable. but she’d probably answer the question with ‘rabies’ or something.

19. Georgie’s best friend is Alice Woodward. They met at a ‘Bring Your Kid To Work Day’ event at CCRP. They are ride or die, but she has other friends too. Georgie is in the smoke club (hell yeah), and is also close with Deb. She’s very close to her theatre friends, Caitlyn, Trevor, and Ruth, and spends lots of time with them due to rehearsals. It’s through hanging out with Ruth, that Georgie reconnects with her old friend from middle school, Richie Lipschitz.

20. she is a music lover if you can’t tell. her entire life she’s loved musicals (which is rlly funny to me cus Paul babysat her as a kid with Alice- HE HATED IT she was always putting on some like West Side Story or Annie VHS tape LMAOO sorry getting off topic I need to write about this) SO! she does drama club and community theatre. and she was in Godspell with Zoey thank you!

Georgie writes music, and is learning to play the electric guitar. She takes choir and competes in state choral competitions. She sings to herself a lot. Annoyingly so. But if you didn’t know it’s actually okay for women to be annoying!

Her non-music hobbies include computer games, hiking and exploring the Witchwood, and researching urban legends.

21. Georgie has a scar on her knee she tells people is from falling on a rock while hiking. It is ACTUALLY from angrily bashing it into her dresser in a rage when she was cast ensemble in the Hatchetfield Middle School Drama Club’s production of High School Musical Jr. She wanted to play Sharpay. 🤬

22. Works as a server at Pasqualli’s, absolute hell. Constantly waiting on kids that bully her at school. Minimum wage. But it makes her enough money to score weed from Ziggy and buy the things her mom forgets from the store.

23. Her parents are lazy Christians. They used to go to Church every weekend, up until she was about six. It became Easter and Christmas, then one or the other, and now she can’t remember the last time she’s gone. Georgie is not religious, though. Not in most timelines! In some, she’s devoted to something singular and cruel. In all, she’s tormented by it.

24. HEAVY. crazy dreamer, almost every night has one. tosses and turns under the covers. she gets cold easy.

25. gonna be so real, i was in a musical and one of the characters had that name and i got weirdly hyperfixated on it. and then my special girl was born.

thanks if you read all of this had a very fun time writing 😚😚💐🎶

OC Ask game time

1) Will your OC get married and with who?

2) Will they have any children? What are their names?

3) When is your OC’s birthday or what is their zodiac sign if you haven’t picked a date yet? Answer both if you wish.

4) What color or colors do you most associate with your OC?

5) Any animals you most associate with your OC?

6) Any flowers you associate with your OC?

7) Does your OC have a favorite and least favorite food?

8) Greatest strength and greatest flaw about your OC?

9) What is your OC’s greatest wish/dream/goals?

10) Does your OC have a family tree? Who are their immediate and extended family if you created ones?

11) What actor or voice actor do you see best playing as your OC?

12) Favorite movie or tv show or musical or book for your OC? Or all? (Don’t worry I understand setting is important for this question so only answer what applies)

13) Does your OC have a good relationship with their parents or no?

14) What about any siblings, do they have any and is their relationship good?

15) Has your OC ever fallen in love before who their intended love interest is, or is the intended love interest their first love?

16) Does your OC enjoy school or no? Did they get any education?

17) Does your OC have a pet?

18) What is your OC’s greatest fear?

19) Does your OC have any close friends?

20) What hobbies does your OC have?

21) Any embarrassing secrets your OC demands you take to the grave but you will share anyway?

22) Does your OC have a job and what is that occupation? Are they currently happy with it?

23) Is your OC religious and what religion? If it’s a fictional religion for your story please give a summary of the core teachings of their faith?

24) What kind of sleeper is your OC? Light or heavy? What side do they sleep on? Do they like to sleep over or under the covers?

25) The name you chose for your OC, why did you chose it?

[beskarhearts]

Scars (Din Djarin x reader)

Connection series pt. 4

Pairing: Din Djarin x reader (no use of Y/N)

Warnings: cursing, mention of family members passing away, scars, torture from empire, some sexual tension

Word count: A little over 4.8K

Summary: The Mandalorian sees a part of you that you’ve been hiding and comforts you.

Notes:  Did I listen to drivers license by olivia rodrigo on repeat while writing this and tear up at least two times? Yes. Is this possibly the saddest thing I’ve written yet? Yes.

Last Part ____ Next Part

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“If you don’t take off your jacket and sweater, I will.”

And that is when you realized that everything the Mandalorian says sounds 20x more sexual than it ever should.

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You’ve said it once. And you will say it a hundred more times.

The Razor Crest was a hunk of junk. A total piece of trash. It may as well had been space garbage, just floating through the atmosphere. You swore it was a metal death trap that could just happen to fly through light speed. You told Din to get a new ship and he had very sassily remarked about how she was perfectly fine (yes, he referred to his stupid ship as a ‘she’ and you couldn’t stop laughing about it for five minutes straight).

Regardless of Din’s arguing, you knew deep down the ship was junk. And that is why you had to stop (again). You had rushed to fix the wing on the planet where you had been attacked and it’s been a couple days since then. It held up okay but you knew you were going to have to stop on a planet for probably a whole day, so you could fix the wing, as well as the heater which had broken down in the last day.

So you and Din had planned to stop on a remote planet. One without a lot of humans or any big civilizations near by, that way you wouldn’t have another surprise visitor like last time. One where you could fix the ship and where Din could take a day to relax, to sit back and not worry about the safety of you and the kid. To be honest, it sounded like a great day to you. You would keep busy with the ship, but Din would watch over the kid and talk to you. It would be like how life used to be almost. A taste of normalcy in an otherwise hectic world.

And then Din landed you in the middle of the damn desert.

“Din Djarin, when I said land on a planet, you couldn’t have chosen one with water or plants or nice, cool temperatures?” Din had just stepped back into the ship after checking the surroundings of where you had landed. His armored head faced you and the kid you had held in your arms. The child gurgled endlessly, his tiny fingers clutching onto the zipper of your jacket as you rocked him back and forth. 

“I’ve been to this planet before. There aren’t a lot of people. Worse there is are some Jawas. And Mudhorns, but they stick to the caves.”

“Mudhorns? Where are we?”

“Arvala-7. This is one of the first places the kid and I went together.” The Mandalorian walked towards the two of you, stopping right in front of you. One of his gloved hands reached out to pat at the kids head. The child’s attention drifted from your zipper to his father, a hand reaching out. Din wiggled one of his fingers at the kid, something you don’t even think he realized he did, and watched as the three green digits wrapped around his finger. You smiled at the sight before you, looking at Mando’s helmet which was tilted down, aimed towards the child. The moment felt so domestic, like you three were just a little family. You and Din parenting the kid, living life traveling through the galaxy, not because you had to run but because you wanted to. You could’ve easily let yourself drift into the daydream but shook it away. That was a reality a person like you could never have. A reality that Din deserved and maybe could have one day, but with someone else. Someone who was worthy of a man like him. 

“Well, I am so glad you and the kid are going to take a trip down memory lane here but I am going to die from the heat.” You heard the Mandalorian chuckle as his hands reached out to grab the child. You handed him over to his dad’s arms, which the kid seemed to very pleased about. You could tell that the kid liked his father’s embrace, even though most of his body was covered in beskar. He liked to be held by Din and lately you had been wondering what that would feel like. For his strong arms to wrap around you. 

Lately you had been thinking a lot of things about the Mandalorian that you shouldn’t have.

“Didn’t you grow up on Jakku? That place is even hotter than here.” The words were said with a hint of sarcasm, as his helmet turned as if to said ‘duh’. 

“Yes but that was different.”

“How? Just take off some layers and you’ll be fine.” 

He said it very matter-of-factly and you supposed that was a reasonable thing for most people to do. Most of the time when you were on Jakku, outside working, you would only wear a pair of cargo shorts and a tank top with a work vest. Light layers that kept you cool and allowed your skin to be kissed by the sun as you worked away on a ship. You remembered spending hours upon hours outsides, never being bothered once by the heat and desert environment. 

But things were different. You had lived on Yungbrii for so long now that you were used to the cold. And you always wore your sweater, with a jacket over it. Taking those off weren’t an option anymore. Wearing just the tank top underneath them wasn’t an luxury you could afford anymore. 

“I have a shirt you can borrow if you need to.” Din broke your train of thought with the offer.

An offer that nearly made you lose it. You had never once thought of wearing a piece of Din’s clothing. Hadn’t ever crossed your mind or been mentioned. And you knew he was only offering it because the temperature outside, no other reason. Not because he wanted to see you in his clothing or anything like that. Just to be kind.  But, the thought of you wearing a shirt of Dins, something his skin had touched and probably smelled like him and would probably swallow you... made you feel some things. And a part of you really, really wanted to take him up on the offer. But that would show too much skin.

“No!” You had inadvertently yelled it out, watching as Mando’s helmet whipped up from the kid to you. “I mean... uh, yeah. No thanks. I’m good.”

“Uh, okay. Yeah.” 

An awkward silence filled the room until the kid let out a loud giggle. You swear the little womp rat could tell when you had just done some dumb shit and always thought it was the funniest thing in the whole damn galaxy. You scrunched up your nose as the kids big black eyes looked up at you and you turned to look away from him and Din. 

You needed to ease the tension. “Don’t you get hot in the giant tin can of yours?” 

You couldn’t tell if Din found the tin can jokes funny or insulting, but every-time you made them he let out a little huff, one you couldn’t decipher as a laugh or a sigh. It was one of those times you wished you could see him face. You had gotten pretty used to reading him, despite the helmet and his quiet demeanor. But times like these you wish you could see an expression, an eyebrow raise, a smile, anything. “Sometimes.”

“I’d imagine you are sweating buckets under there.” You walked towards the bag you had stuffed in a corner of Din’s ship, reaching into it to grab your father’s box of tools. The cool touch of the metal against your fingers made a pain spread throughout your whole body. The tools were the only thing you had left of him. The only reminder that he had existed and that he had been there for you every day. The only reminder of the hours he spent teaching you about ships and how to fix them, ever since you were only a tiny little girl. Your mother thought you would be preoccupied with more feminine things. But even at a young age, you loved the feel of metal against your fingers, the sweat that would collect on your brow from the sun, the ache of your muscles from a hard days work. It gave you purpose, meaning. It was a way to help and to contribute. And all you had ever wanted to do was help your family, even in the end. 

But you had failed to do that.

You heard the clanking of Din’s boots behind you and he stopped behind you, bending down at the knees. If he didn’t have his helmet on, you probably could have felt his breath on the back of your neck, but now you only heard the sound of his breathing through the modulator. It was faint but it was there. “You okay?”

You could of broke down sobbing at the moment. At your father’s tools in your hand and Din’s worry about you. But, instead you shook your head and stood up, looking down at him still bent down. “I’m getting there.”

And it was true. For the first time in years, you felt like maybe one day you would be okay. That the pain wouldn’t be so gut-wrenching every day.

And that was only because of Din.

“I should probably get started on fixing the ship.” You gave the Mandalorian, your Mandalorian, a small smile and walked past him, outside of the ship.

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It was so hot.

You weren’t used to the heat anymore. You weren’t used to the way your sweat would seep out of every pore, drenching your clothes. You weren’t used to the fatigue that came along with a hard day’s work in the sun. And the sweater and jacket probably weren’t helping. But no way in hell were you going to take them off. No one was even around but Din kept walking back outside to check on you, probably cause your stupid ass was dying of heat exhaustion. 

Your sweater clung to your skin, the jacket slightly more durable but still trapping your body heat. You bent over a panel on the Razor Crest’s side, a tool tightly grasped in your hand as you worked away. The other hand reached up to wipe away at your forehead continuously. 

“You are going to kill yourself out here.”

Something you hated about the Mandalorian was that he could be so quiet sometimes and sneak up on you. The man was always covered in metal and you would think you would hear him from a mile away, but he could come up behind you without letting out a peep. Which made sense considering his job but it was so unnerving.

You jumped, turning to look at Din, who stood with his hands on his hips and his helmet tilted. “You look like shit.” The words were said gruffly, with an air of annoyance.

“Well, you sure know how to make a girl feel good about herself.” You were almost too tired and hot to let the joke out, but you didn’t want Din to know how horrible you felt. Which was probably useless because you couldn’t even see yourself and knew Din was in fact correct: you did look like shit. Your skin was flushed red, your hair pulled into a ponytail but tiny wisps of hair clung to your head, wet from perspiration. 

“You need to take off some layers. You are overheating.”

“How do you know, sir?”

“My helmet can tell your internal body temperature.”

Of course it can. “Well that feels invasive.”

Din let out a loud sigh at that, one that was loud and clear through the modulator. You were driving him crazy but he didn’t understand. “You need to take them off.”

“Nope.” You let your lips pop out the word, going to turn away when you felt Din’s hand reach out and grab your arm. He turned you back to face him, stepping even closer.

“If you don’t take off your jacket and sweater, I will.”

And that is when you realized that everything the Mandalorian says sounds 20x more sexual than it ever should.

You thanked the Maker that your face was already a bright red from the sun and tried your best to not start choking on your own saliva from the words. On the list of things you thought Din Djarin would say to you, you never would have put ‘threatening to take your clothes off’. 

You blamed the modulator. Something about the modulator made his deep, raspy words sound sexier than they had any right to (not that you frequently thought that Din’s voice sounded sexy, because that would be weird and inappropriate).  And Din was saying this to try to convince you to stop killing yourself in this unbearable heat, but your stomach still clenched at the threat. 

Damn you, Din Djarin. You had to come up with a good come back. Something so he knew his words hadn’t effected you. 

“Well, Din, if you wanted to see me undressed this badly, you should of asked sooner.”

You expected Din to step back, mumbling some lame apology and leaving you be but your Mandalorian was much more determined than you realized. “Sweet girl, no snarky response is going to make me leave this be. You are gonna die out here.”

Oh boy. Of course he said sweet girl. He had said it once last night while you had a conversation (the same conversation where you had told him a little about your family) and you had lamely teased him about flirting. Maybe because you were secretly hoping he was flirting. And you were afraid you had scared him away from ever calling you that again, because you honestly loved the way it sounded. Sweet girl. It was such a sweet thing, made so much sense that Din would call you that. It made you feel special and made your hands tremble. 

Oh, now you had to come up with something really good. Because not only was Din trying to get your to take your sweater off, but now you swear the man was teasing you. There was no way he had no clue what he was doing. And you were the only one allowed to tease people here. So you had to come back with something really snarky, really teasing, that way he’d leave you alone and let you breathe.

But he didn’t give you time to do that because his gloved fingers started reaching for the shoulders of your jacket, so he could take it off of you. And while you were sure in any other situation, if you were any other person with any other life, you maybe just might of let Din continue, you had to stop it.

“I’ll take it off!” you yelled out.

Din ripped his hands away from you, looking down at them for a split second before dropping them down to his sides. He stepped back slowly, like he was unsure what to say or what to do with the tension in the environment. 

“I’ll take them off. But you can’t be out here. You need to stay in the ship.” You said the words slowly and watched as the Mandalorian nodded his head in response, before turning away without another word. 

You were confused. You didn’t know what had just happened. You didn’t know if the Mandalorian was angry with you or if he was reeling from what had just happened like you were. But you didn’t give yourself much more time to think before you took the jacket off, letting it drop to the ground. Your fingers reached for the hem of your sweater and with a shakey breath and one more look around your surroundings, you lifted the fabric over your head. Leaving you only in a jankily cut tank top, with the scars littered on your back and arms exposed. The very scars you had avoided looking at were out for the world to see for the first time since you got them.

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The child was most definitely a womp rat. 

It was like he knew when it was not the time to mess around, and decided to mess around. You had been bent down, working away at a panel mindlessly, not paying much attention to your surroundings. You were so close to being done and were consumed in the final bits of work. And the child had made his way out of the ship, waddling up behind you, reaching for you without you being aware of it. You were lost in the gruel of work, in the warm feeling of the sun on your skin. You didn’t know what was happening until it was too late. Until you head the footsteps. 

You flipped around, looking over to the child and then hearing the Mandalorians boots pound on the ramp leading outside. The child let out a squeak at the sight of his dad and it was too late. Din’s head whipped to look over right as your turned around, desperately reaching for your jacket or sweater to cover your skin. You knew it wasn’t on purpose. You knew the kid had probably escaped and Din was just worried about him leaving the ship. You knew he was just worried about the kids whereabouts. It wasn’t malicious or an excuse to look. It was just happenstance but it was still too late. 

“I’m sorry. The kid was napping and I turned around and then he disappeared and-” You heard the abrupt pause in his babbling and knew he saw. Knew he saw the dozens of marks on your back and arms that faced him. Saw the scars that were an almost white color but still very apparent. Saw the scars you so desperately tried to cover. 

You slowly turned around, feeling your chest cave as this part of you was exposed. Tears pricked at your eyes as you saw Din look at you. The child cooed with curiosity, not quite understanding the gravity of the moment. “Who did this to you?”

You heard the tone of his voice loud and clear. He was angry and sounded like a man ready to kill. You knew he wouldn’t like seeing it but even you didn’t understand how much this hurt Din to see. To see his sweet one so hurt and scarred. To see that someone did something so awful to you, something you would always keep as a reminder. “Din-”

“Tell me who.” He wasn’t messing around. He didn’t want to hear you try to calm him or change the conversation. He wanted to know who was responsible for your pain.

You let out a sigh. “Let’s go inside.” 

You picked up the kid, cursing him mentally for being so curious, and your other hand reached for your box of tools until you saw the Mandalorian reach for them. He followed you as you walked up the ramp, into the Razor Crest. You set the child into his little hammock, handing him one of his small toys to keep him preoccupied as the Mandalorian closed the hatch, locking out the outside world. The world that had caused you and him so much pain. You were back in your ship, your bubble where there was joy and love.

“Who did that to you?” He repeated, more evenly but you still heard the rage dripping off his words. His fists were clenched tightly and his helmet was aimed right towards you. You couldn’t see his eyes but you felt like they were burning into your skin.

“This Imperial leader...” You took a deep breath in and out before continuing. “When they found my family, my grandmother wasn’t anywhere around. And they wanted her most. So, they tortured me, hoping I would give up her location. But, I didn’t know and now... I’ve got this ugly, horrible reminder.”

The air was heavy around you as a single tear slipped out. Din didn’t say anything or move. Even the child sat quietly in his hammock, big eyes staring at the two of you. You went to finally put your sweater on when Din finally interrupted with a small “Wait.”

You looked up at the man in front of you. Din brought his hands together, slowing taking off one of his gloves finger by finger until he switched to take the other off. “Do you trust me?” 

You didn’t have to think about it. You just responded with a nod of the head and watched as Din dropped the gloves and slowly stepped towards you, like you were an injured animal he didn’t want to scare away. You still held the sleeve of your sweater limply in one hand, the rest of the fabric resting on the floor of the ship. Part of you still wanted to crawl into it, hide yourself, and pretend Din hadn’t seen a thing. But it was too late for that and in all honesty, you trusted Din Djarin so much. It had only been a matter of maybe a few months since you had joined him and the kid. But it felt so much longer. It had been the first time in so long that you felt safe and cared about, and you didn’t know how Din felt but you hope he shared the same feelings.

You almost gasped when Din’s hand reached out to grab your arm. It was surprisingly gentle, his fingers felt like they were just barely holding on to you. His fingertips were calloused but not rough. They gently traced the bare skin of your arm, one hand holding your wrist and the other beginning to dance along your skin. Din raised his helmet to look at you quickly and you nodded, letting him know what he was doing was okay. Not just okay, but welcomed. Din’s helmet turned back down to your arm as he watched his fingers trace the warm, sun kissed flesh.

Din’s fingers ran up the length of your arm, going from the forearm to your bicep. He moved your wrist slowly in the opposite direction, wanting you to turn around. You slowly turned, no longer facing the Mandalorian. His hands dropped from your arms and part of you wanted to whine at the lost of contact. But then Din moved your hair gently in front of your shoulders and you knew he now had a complete view of your back, besides the flimsy fabric of your tank top. His fingers returned to your skin, this time each one  to each of your shoulders. You closed your eyes, trying to hold back tears, as you felt one of Din’s fingers trace one of your scars. It sent a spark through your body. His touch was so gentle and so kind and it was like he was purifying the marks, no longer making them something so ugly and twisted. The skin to skin contact was minimal, but so electrifying and warm. It made your whole chest feel warm and you realized you had never had someone do something for this like you. You never had someone take your broken pieces and try to make you whole. Nobody had ever treated you so gently because you didn’t let this part of you show. 

But with Din it was so easy to. And so safe. 

“Sweet girl...” He barely whispered the words, but you heard them as he continued to work all over your back. 

A tear slipped down your cheek at the name, the name he made for you. A name you didn’t have to ask for and didn’t expect. But one he gave you, to make you feel cared for because that you deserved. And Din knew that. 

“Din...” You didn’t really have anything to say but you just wanted to feel his name slip from your lips. It was so comforting.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?”

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Din sat in the cockpit with the child in the seat beside him, bundled up and asleep, as she took a shower. His hands were still shaking and his gloves were back on but his fingers felt like they were burning. He had stood there, probably for a good hour, just touching her skin. He didn’t even know why he had done it. Why that had seemed like a good idea for him to do. For all he knew, the last thing in the world she wanted was for him to touch him. But, as soon as he grabbed onto her skin with his bare hands, he felt himself melt into and felt like maybe she had too. 

The moment had been so vulnerable. She stood there, scars and all, and let herself be consoled by him. And he was vulnerable too. He exposed himself a little bit to her, letting himself delve into every part of her. She was so soft but so strong. He never doubted once her ability to protect herself and the kid. He didn’t think she was fragile. He just saw she was a human being, one who needed to be shown how perfect they were. How beautiful they were.

Because, Maker, she was so beautiful to him. Every part of her was perfect to him. And all he wanted was to show her that.

His train of thought was broken as he turned his head, listening as she made her way up the ladder to the cockpit. She stepped in and Din swore he could have stayed in this moment forever.

"I, uh, hope you don’t mind. I borrowed one of your shirts.”

Din didn’t mind at all. The sight of her in one of his shirts nearly gave him a heart attack but he still didn’t mind. The shirt was slightly too big on her, swallowing most of her midsection but fell by her thighs. Her hair was still damp from her shower and he was used to it being up in a pony tail. But now it fell down her shoulders and back. 

He realized he was staring at her and cleared his throat quickly. “No. Not at all.” He gave her a small smile without even thinking about the helmet blocking his face and felt silly. She couldn’t see his face but he could look at her whenever he wanted, bask in her beauty and warmth. 

“So, where are we going now?”

When she had been showering, Din had left Arvala-7 and put the Crest into hyperdrive. He had something that he wanted to do. Something he felt he needed to do. “Navarro.”

Her eyebrows scrunched up a little, in a way that Din adored. “Why Navarro?”

“I have something I have to do there. It will just be a quick stop.” He hoped his answer left little room for questions or further conversation and was content when she nodded and walked closer to him. 

“Okay.” She paused, looking over at the sleeping child and smiled at the sight. Din loved seeing her with the kid. She was tough but with the kid, she was so maternal. He could see how much they loved each other. It made him so happy that the kid had someone else beside him, someone who he could look at as a mother. “I should probably get him to bed.”

“Yeah. You need some sleep too. You worked hard today.”

“It was honestly kind of nice, working on the ship. Felt like the old days a little.” Her gaze drifted back to him, a warm smile still on her face. “Din, I just wanted to say-” She paused, seeming to fumble for words but he stopped her.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Din saw her turn, arms reaching out for the child when she suddenly dropped them and turned around. She stood in front of Din, looking down at his helmet which was tilted up at her. She paused before slowly lowering her head down, laying her forehead against his helmet with eyes closed. Din could tell she was shaking a little but he just reached forward and grabbed her wrist. His thumb drew small circles.

Din was pretty certain that she didn’t know what a keldabe kiss was or the importance of it. As far as he was aware, she had a very limited knowledge of Mandalorians and was always willing to learn. But her not being aware of how monumental this moment was for Din was almost even better. The fact that she was making him feel so cherished without realizing showed how good of a person she truly was.

She eventually pulled away with a shy smile and Din dropped her wrist lightly. She turned around, grabbing the bundle the child was in, and turned towards him one last time. “Goodnight, Din.”

“Goodnight, sweet one.”

Din watched as she walked away with the kid in her arms, going down to the hull of the Crest. And that was when he realized something.

This must be what falling in love feels like. 

[thewriterowl]

Ugh Owl. I read starbound anon’s dad vader fic cos you recced it and now i’m suffering waiting for an update, why’d you do this to me 😭 can I please get some fluffy doting dad vader head cannons to tide me over?? Pretty pretty please??? 👉👈

ISN'T IT AMAZING?? That fic is killing me.

Ok, let me think of something...I may be super influenced by the Rod is Mightier than the Lightsaber cause, well, how could I not?

Luke is Baby(tm) as we all know. he has Vader wrapped around his finger. Vader has to be careful because his first instinct is let Luke have whatever he wants. Luke is this heart of gold spot of sunshine who wants everyone to be taken care of and loved and forgiven and it just can't happen (this is Vader, not Anakin, after all) as he is to stay in his throne and rule the galaxy as he wants. Luke just needs to be the doted on prince as his father rules everything with an iron (but still nicer than sucky Palpatine) fist.

Look, Luke is a sub. I am going to die on this hill and you can never change my mind on this. Of course, there is nothing sexual between him and Vader, but even when he is rebellious, he has this instinct to follow orders when presented in a certain manner. He isn't aware what it is only when he is pushed just right he begins to do as told. Vader, of course, figures this out and is very...torn. He will not let this out to anyone but he will use it to his advantage. He only feels mildly upset about taking advantage over Luke's weakness but only mildly...especially when Luke get's stubborn and does something he shouldn't. Luke gets sulky but quiet and says "yes sir" and maybe "yes daddy" when he is really pushed. (Vader can understand this because when he was with Padme he was a switch and she was a Dom--this will never be different to me lol though I may read fics otherwise lol)

Now, Luke doesn't have to be this prince at all times. Vader wouldn't do that to Luke. Even he has a limit of royal imagery and such. Luke can drink and gamble, he can race (safely), he can do less-than-princely hobbies to keep himself entertained. Vader is also fine with him mingling with "peasants" that Vader approves of. Vader can see that most of them are better than senators and royals anyway.

Vader is bound and determined to have Luke follow in his mother's footsteps and have a crazy wardrobe of beautiful outfits. Luke is not interested. Too bad. He is too pretty to not be dressed up. He needs to be the envy of the entire galaxy. Vader doesn't want people lusting after Luke, but Vader is still Anakin...he has to show off and he is possessive, so he has to show off his prized possession of his baby son.

Luke just sulks.

Luke asks about Vader's time as Anakin and his mother often. Vader does his best to avoid some topics (his time on Tatooine, the loss of his mother, Obi-Wan) but he finds himself able to open up more and more with Luke pleading for more information.

It is probably through talking with Luke that Vader comes to the confirmation that no, Padme and Obi-Wan were not sleeping together.

Luke: (squinting at his father) Wait, you think they were together behind your back?

Vader: I do, my son.

Luke:...dad...from your stories...Obi-Wan sounds like a whore for Mandalorians.

Vader:....what?

Luke: I'm pretty sure he was sleeping with that commander clone. Not mom.

Vader: (ultimate dense idiot as everything clicks into place) HOLY SHIT HE WAS GAY FOR CODY.

Luke got his dense-ness from his dad but even he could tell Obi-Wan was head over heels for the clone, and anything in Mandalorian armor, even from the biased story-telling from his father.("HOW DID YOU THINK MOM WAS CHEATING ON YOU?!" "IT WAS OBI-WAN! I WAS ALMSOT PREPARED TO CHEAT ON HER FOR HIM! EVERYONE WANTED HIM!" "WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST ASK FOR A THREESOME?!" ".....OH MY GODS WHY DIDN'T I JUST ASK FOR A THREESOME?!")

Luke tells Vader of what he has been through, being careful to not include information that could hurt the rebellion. Vader is impressed about Luke's ability to take down the monstrous beings known as Womp-Rats, how he survived a Wampa, the info that he was a speed demon (Takes after his papa in that)

They find they have a lot of similarities.

Vader is probably the first person who learns that Luke really only likes guys. It's not uncommon in the galaxy by any means (I refuse to allow homophobia in a SCI-FI/Fantasy...it makes no sense so there is no such thing here, the end). So, Vader knows to file that away in the future if, for any reason, he will allow Luke to get married and wants to help his son with romance. (prideful Anakin peeks through; he knows he was hot stuff and had the attention of many people...maybe not to Kenobi level, but he had his own fans! so there)

Luke is surprise to learn he is so much like his mother. So many compared him to Vader. But Vader assured him that he may have a lot of similarities in looks to Anakin and may have his need for speed but his sweet personality, need to protect, nurturing, and selfless nature is all from his mother.

Luke may get a little teary-eyed over this. He's not too upset about being compared to Anakin...but he just thought he had nothing of his mother, so to hear he did really means a lot.

Vader is obsessive. he looks after his son and ensures his health and safety constantly. He cannot ever be at risk or he may just lose his already crumbled sanity.

Vader has no desire to ever see his baby get in a relationship. He has no idea how he'll ever be ready if it somehow happens.

[pandawritesmanythings]

34 and/or 40 with the Mandalorian?

I was going uwu the whole time as I wrote this. HOLY MOLEY THEY'RE SO CUTE.

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Life had a way to get you in complicated situations. In fact. This probably had to be the most uncomfortable that you had ever been with Mando around.

You were hiding from Imps who had stumbled into the hangar where The Razor Crest was parked. In a hurry, Mando pushed the child into your arms and locked the three of you in a small compartment sealing it from the inside out.

No one was getting in here. But it was pretty tight.

You kept your hands busy and out of the way by wrapping the kid in a tight hug and caressing his little head, every now and then raising a finger to your lips to remind him to stay silent.

However, you did not anticipate for the imps to start opening, quite violently you might add, the compartments around the ship, which made shake slightly. That made you loose whatever grip you had and you slid forward.

In order to not bump against the door and reveal your positions, the mandalorian's only idea was to grab you by the waist and pull you closer to him.

You were basically sitting on his lap.

Really? Right n o w?

You scolded yourself for thinking whatever thoughts flooded your mind.

Right now was not the time to think about Mando holding you like this in a less dangerous situation. Or him looking at you tenderly. Or raising the child in your arms together like a strange little family.

Nope. Definetly not the time.

"Just hold on." He whispered to you as low as his helmet allowed him to do.

A couple more minutes passed and when everything was silent again, he decided to stretch across from you to input the code to open the compartment where both of you had been sitting.

You crawled after him out onto the ship. The baby cooing in your arms, and when you stood up you bounced him in your hip.

"That was a close call."

"Yes. We have to be more careful next time. With the foundling with us, I can't let anything happen to him."

"Ah yes. And I can just die of an Imp shooting me. Oh, what a cruel fate! To be acknowledged as a replaceable nana forevermore!" You joked, exaggerating your mannerisms.

However, the mandalorian didn't seem to pick on the queue and whipped towards you, a tinge of alarm in his voice.

"That's not what I meant. I just said-"

You noticed his confusion, even without seeing his face.

"Oh. No no no, Mando! I'm just joking. I'm joking." You interrupted him to not create a bigger misunderstanding.

He was still learning how to read social cues.

"Oh." Was all he said before turning back around and climbing into the cockpit.

The child whined in your arms and you smirked at him. "Okay, womp rat. Let's see if we can find you some of that soup we picked up earlier."

A couple of hours later, after the child had fallen asleep and you were in the middle of space, you climbed into the cockpit.

"Hey. How you doing? Did you eat what a brought you?" You asked walking to the chair next to mando.

"Yeah. Thanks."

You saw the plate half eaten. "You left some. You don't want it?"

His silence answered you. You scowled.

"What is it? Are you okay?"

More silence.

You were about to pick up the plate and go to sleep when he turned on the autopilot and turned towards you.

"I do care about you, you know?"

This was... a surprise.

"I mean... I am pretty likeable so I thought that was implied." You smirked raising an eyebrow to mask the internal unholy screeching that was going on inside your head.

"No. What I mean is... I really care about you. I would never let you die if it depended on me."

You were a puddle. You were melting. Someone please come and spoon you off the ground.

"Well. I really care about you too."

You saw his hand fiddling with his other glove and you took it gently.

"Is this okay?" You asked meekly.

"Yes." He answered.

You hooked a finger under his glove and his breath hitched. "Is this okay?" You asked again.

"Yes." He answered again.

After pulling off the glove you examined his hand.

Rough. Strong. Firm. A hand that you would love to hold if he allowed you. Your eyes met his visor, which seemed to be just looking at you the entire time.

Finally, with a lot of care you extended your hand and put both of them together, palm to palm, to then close your finger together.

You have no idea how long you held and examined his hand, but it was enough for the child to start crying downstairs.

It broke both of you from whatever trance you were in and you let go of his hand with a sad smile to go and look for the baby.

When you reached the cradle of the kid and you took him in your arms, you were amazed to see The Mandalorian coming down from the cockpit and extending his arms to hold the baby.

He had his glove back on, but he held the child with the same tenderness as he had held your hand.

In staring at them you almost missed what he said under his breath.

"Stay with me. Please."

You blinked twice. Wondering if you had heard wrong.

"Sorry?"

"Stay. I want this. I want to care for you. To keep learning ways to care for you."

You were almost ready to say I love you then and there. But instead you said.

"I'd love to."

Maybe some other time you would tell him that.

[whatamess]

LevRed 1x9 (Take Two)

Tryinnnnnng again, two days later, after some processing. That was a nice little panic attack I had there. Like, I am aware it was just acting, and even aware that even the character doesn't doesn't die. But just try getting panic attacks to respond to logic, lolsob. ANYHOO.

TAKE TWO. (Take One)

Dang, I didn't quite make it to the opening credits last time. I'm still not sure how I feel about this version of the credits, tbh.

Oh no, he's so pleased with his little joke. ...I did not get the reference. At all, whoops. Unsure if I should google; I know it's blasphemy and whatever, but Dan Ackroyd movies doin't tend to be my thing.

I love Grumpy!Parker so much. And I also appreciate how conscientious they are about threading Hardison through the episode where the actor doesn't appear. Our guy is still vital.

"CAROLERS????" I love ScaryXmasCheer!Parker, too. Oo, Eliot being Mr. Boundaries is always interesting. Wellll, fudge. And then Sophie having the empathy of having lost somebody, but I do like the idea of flipping the script for this. Not going after somebody, but building somebody up.

I have missed these losers. ...Harry, where are your socks.

Breanna losing her shit over the--BONANNO. Ok, so I fully remember Min having to jog my memory when the trailer hit, but OOF, right in the feels.

The kimono bit--I'm dying. Sophie's face to Parker's face, to Eliot's face...

Ope, the face to face; Eliot is INTO it. And on somebody's radar.

Is that the same elf hat Parker had in The Ho Ho Ho Job?

Again, their FACES when Breanna brings up a safe word, I perish.

Blanche main be completely blowing their plan, but he's riiiiight about what he was pointing out. But chances are he has a bit of a historyyyyyy. Bye phone.

DIRE WRATH--I'm fine, I'm fine. The orange soda! Am I pausing to check out the chili recipe? Of course I am. That... oh my lord. It even lists masa as a thickening agent if needed even though it isn't listed in the steps. That sounds amazing. Dang it, now I'm hungry and anything I make is just going to be sad.

Eliot being the coolest cucumber with the simple save of "decode it" is everything.

"What's TNG?" I yelled. No shame.

This is aaaall going to go terribly wrong.

Oh my giddy aunt, the NOISE I just made at Harry's mustache and eyepatch 🤣💀. A beige trench? Eliot is so mad. So, so mad.

An Uber. "Well, today Mr. Blanche, you earned four stars." Aren't there five stars possible? Womp womp.

BRUH. The cuts in that little fight bit were tight! It makes me think that there's probably not a huge number of stunt doubles for older Black men, considering exactly how tight they were, but at the same time, it's easy to whiten somebody's hair to match his, so that may well not have been an actual concern. He kicked Harry's mustache half off, loooool.

And then the twist. Dun dun dun... payoff for that "somebody's taking pictures of Eliot" hook earlier.

Ironically, it doesn't look like they actually did whiten the stunt performer's hair when they have wider shots? Huh. It's a solid body type match up, but yeah, his hair isn't lightened at all [21:37, 21:41]. Actually, my bad, most of Mr. Burton's hair is still dark on the top and back; I've apparently been distracted by his wonderful beard.

"Winabag-- Eee!" According to the ccs aaaaahahaha, flawless.

Ooooo, Copperhead, is it? That is one fancy watch. Come to that, that's a pretty fancy ring with a red stone on his right hand, too. "The deadly hands of AARP," aaaahahaha, Harry, that's gold.

As predicted, "a bit of a historyyyyyy." Hello, spyyyyyy.

That fellow has extremely large fingers. Like, distractingly large. I bet typing on a phone is a pain for him.

Harry, don't put that up to your--yeah. Don't put that up to your eye, you knob. Imagine if it'd been the other way around.

OH SNAP, mark in the BatCave! This is such a FUN flip of the script.

Well, fuck. That's about 17 thousand kinds of not cool. "PTSD in a bottle" indeed.

The little head shake of disappointment from Sophie at Harry withholding information again. But honestly, why is he still? It's convenient for the plot, but is weird for his character. Hopefully they actually explain that.

I swear, at this point my head is a solid 80% Vines and TikToks. Parker just had to say "super spy" and that sound clip will be in my brain for at least the next week. ...international super spyyyyy...... SUPER SPYYYYY!!!

At least they're following up with indicating there will be some emotional (and possibly other) consequences for Harry still withholding relevant info.

Oof, digging into Eliot's backstory, with his dad. Eliot, honey. Ok that was hot.

Aw, his utter lack of surprise when Parker drops from the vent, and utter trust that she'll have the rest of what they'll need to get out. Bless.

A floppy disk, eeeeehehehehe. I mean, that totally fits for 30 years ago.

Sophie must be so pleased, it's turning into a more familiar version of what they do. Now he's a kind of usual type of client, frankly.

"Suburban office park of torture," hee. They do have some fun lines. Ah yes, and this is where the seed that was planted when Harry mentioned his plan to crash his old company's holiday party bears fruit, having been pollinated by the whole "my old firm used to do business with R.I.Z" bit. It's quite neat, but again, I'm not seeing any reason he would still be holding stuff in his back pocket, so it's reading as weird for this character to me.

"Haa--I bought it. 👀👀" Mmmmmhm. And we believe you.

"You were afraid we wouldn't let you aboard our little pirate ship." It's a great line, but as an explanation for the thing, it doesn't feel complete. He sure as hell knows by now how important trust is. And he's already "aboard," as it were.

I hate to say it, but the only thing I like about Sophie's outfit is her shoes. That said, I think Alex what's her face has a bit of a crush on Sophie after that.

I do appreciate the actual character insight we get into Harry with the scene with his former boss.

Oof, Eliot is not ok. He just slipped and said Hardison when he meant Breanna. And then more insight into his dad, damn. Since he was 18.

Oh no, they're going to "shoot" the books and I'm going to have Raised In A Library By A Librarian Those Poor Books feels.

Eeeeehehehe, cattle prod Harry is fun. Can he and Parker bond over zapping people now.

What the heeeEEEEEELL. I mean, he did say that cancer wasn't the way he wanted to go out, but 😠. Ok, NICE. That's a good squib.

And that's a good ending! Not that it's quite over, but rounding out the connection that he and Eliot made, and then his face when he gets the car keys! (Haaaaa, poor Sophie trying to stay on the budget.)

"The Mr. Wilson we know is very persistent." I mean, you didn't invite him, you kidnapped him. Mid-robbery, no less.

Awwwwwwwwwww, Hardison sent "Library kid" as a present. That's... so perfectly him and them. And Sophie getting Breanna a classic N64. That's very sweet. I'm not entirely sure if I believe her about the disk being unreadable, though?

Oh honey. Eliot at least tried. But then ghosts his dad's buddy, apparently. That's kind of crushing. Hopefully a thread they keep weaving and don't leave it as long as they did last time they really played with it.

[fabuloussisterofsin]

The Man Who Wouldn't Bow To Death

Summary:

Boba Fett is the most feared Bounty Hunter galaxy, he is ruthless, he is a man who bowed to no one. Boba Fett fell into the Sarlacc and survived. He survived, acid, pain, and teeth and he is still the standard after all this time. Boba Fett gives his allegiance to no one, or so he thought. After the events of the Mandalorian and his take over of the Hutt Crime syndicate with Fennec Shand at his side, his life seems to be in order once again. A king must have his throne, but.. a king must have a Queen too. When a hunt goes wrong and a charming young woman begs for her life, will Boba Feet heed her pleas or will he do his job?

In The Man Who Wouldn't Bow To Death, Boba Fett finds, love, hope, and a future for the Fett name once more.

Boba Fett X Original Female Character Fic

The Man Who Wouldn't Bow To Death

Chapter One: Maydala Bentar

Maydala Bentar was disguised as a dancer. Thinking she was finally safe from the hordes of bounty hunters now that she killed the last Hutt

Boba scanned the room, looking for his bounty. He heard that she was in attendance tonight, and he was determined to catch her. Her face was covered and She felt secure even when she saw the Mando bounty Hunter walk in. Enter

Boba sat at a bar near the dancers, by himself, watching the crowd.

She moved her way over to the bounty hunter pretending to be a lady of pleasure. “Hello, weary traveler.” She stood in front of him.

"Hello." He said in his low, gravelly voice.

“What brings you to my cantina?” She asked him as she danced near him. “In need of some company?”

"Something like that." He replied.

She moved her body in an alluring way.

He'd know those eyes anywhere. She was the one he was looking for. "I'm looking for a girl, and I think you might be the right one."

“Well, I’m not a girl I’m a woman, and I’m the right one for the right price.” She said trying not to panic.

She kept up her ruse. “What’s the name of the girl.” She said as she slowly undid her top hoping to distract him.

"I don't know her whole name. It starts with an M. Anyway, there are more.... pressing matters." He said, looking down into his lap. "I'm more interested in a woman right now. Whatever the price, let's go to a room."

“I highly doubt you can afford me.” She said to him. “Big money for this big honey.” She sat on his lap and went to lift his helmet. “Her name starts with an M. Right?”

He batted her hand away. "You do not lift a Mandalorian's helmet. And I am Boba Fett, I can afford whomever I want. As for her, let's forget about her for now." His hand traveled her thigh. Enter

“I apologize master Fett. My other Mandalorian clients usually let me take their helmets off.” She cooed. “Yes, let’s head to the best room, yes? Only the best for the best bounty hunter in the galaxy. She went to put her top back on.

"I'll agree to that." He said, watching her face. Her eyes were luminous, beautiful, he'd know them anywhere after seeing the holo of her.

“Come with me. I certainly hope you don’t get me mixed up with your bounty.” She teased thinking she was safe.

"No, I'm sure you're not her." He said, following behind her. He'd get her alone, then he would capture her.

“Good I’m glad.” She turned and her eyes smiled at him. She bit her lip under the veil and walked to the room. She opened the door. “2,000 credits per hour, master Fett.”

She brought him into the room. She walked over to the bed and lay down on it. She spread her legs.

He moved to cover her body with his own, the dark of his visor staring her down. Ever so gently, he cuffed one of her wrists with a restraint.

Her hand under the pillow grabbed her expandable staff. “what’s the meaning of this?”

"I'm here to take you in!" He said as he held her down by the wrists, his legs on either side of her thighs.

“Please I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She tried to play innocent and sweet calling up tears. “Please I’m just a dancer here. My name is Adamé Vetur!” She lied. Her finger finding the button on her staff.

He reached out and pulled the veil from her face. "You are Maydala Bentar, and I'm going to take you in."

“It’s a shame you had to find me.” She gave him a wicked smile when her staff exploded and hit him between the armor plates and electrocuted him. She kicked him off her grabbed her bag. “See ya later.”

His body buzzing with electricity, Boba struggled to his feet and lunged at the door, grabbing onto doorframes and walls as he pursued her.

She got ahead of him and quickly threw in other clothes over her dances outfit. She dropped the back. Stuffed her valuables in her pockets and shortened her staff and headed out the door with a crowd.

He had caught up to her and followed her outside, groping for her arm. She turned and got him again with the electricity before sprinting off. “Just leave me be. Lose my locator!” She yelled after him.

He grunted and. Curled into himself before he kept at her and pulled her to the ground by her waist.

She thrashed and took her staff and hit him upside the head. “LET Me GO!”

He clamped the other cuff on her wrist. "No. You're coming with me." He stood, took her staff, and hauled her over his shoulder

She shrieked and yelled at him. “Put me down you bucket head. I shouldn’t be arrested!” She yelled. “It’s an imperial bounty.”

"Who do you think I'm taking you to?"

“Whoever gives you the fucking money!” She yelled and managed to hook his helmet on her shackles and she yanked it off him and she tumbled to the ground.

He growled at her and bent down to grab at her.

She kicked at him. “I’m not going to jail, not for what I did. I saved people from a fucking hurt that’s not a crime!”

"And why should I believe you?"

“Tebara the Hutt, he put the bounty on me for freeing his slaves and killing his henchmen.” She said desperately. Squirming and kicking at him a die began to rain.

"Wait, really?"

“Yes! Look at your puck!” She squirmed on the ground getting covered in mud.

He took out the pick and checked it. "Kriff. I can't take you in for that." He spoke.

You won’t be the last.” She said to him. “Others won’t be so kind, so please, put me out of my misery.”

She looked at him with pleading eyes.

Looking into her eyes, he couldn't bring himself to hurt her. He reached out his hand to take hers.

“Kind of bound here.” She laughed.

He reached out both hands and took hers, helping her out of the mud. "Hold on a second." He said as he undid the cuffs. Then he looked around and picked up his wet helmet.

She didn’t run. She stared into his face and she felt her heart flutter.

He watched her briefly before turning his head. "It's dark, I'm going to find somewhere to sleep."

“Nice seeing you Fett.” She assumed she was on her own.

"Don't go back to being a dancer. You're too beautiful for that." He said as he turned to walk away, helmet in his hand.

“I was never a good dancer, I was more of a hunter, a fighter, and a rebel.” She laughed. “Looking for someone to join your cabal.”

"I work alone." He spoke. "Though I will offer to pay for you a room so you can bathe. You look like a drowned whomp rat."

“Fett, I know you took over Jabba’s palace, and you killed bib Fortuna with the help of Fennec Strand.” She told him. “I know who you are and I’m probably just going to be killed by some other bounty Hunter one day. But.” she smiled at him.

He raised an eyebrow. "But?"

“But if I worked for the most feared Bounty Hunter in the galaxy, we’ll I could live my life and make money.” She smiled at him. “And for your information, I do not look like a drowned womp rat.”

A smile spread across his scarred face. "Come. I'll rent you a room and we can discuss it over breakfast."

“I look forward to that meeting.” She smiled at him. She gave him a flirtatious look. Not the same one from Before but a real one and she was sure he could tell the difference.

“Do you mind if I stop at a drop spot really quick otherwise, we’ll I don’t have any clothes.”

He nodded. "I will accompany you. No one will collect you as bounty tonight."

“Thank you.” She smiled at him. They walked on and grabbed her belongings and then headed to a nearby inn keep.

"A room for me," Boba said before motioning towards her with a tilt of the head. "And one for her."

“I’m sorry sir, but we have one room left for the night.” The twilek innkeeper said to him. “I trust that won’t be a problem.” She said glancing at the wanted poster.

"Not at all," Boba said as he passed over the credits.

“Thank you.” She said to boba as he handed her the key chip.

He nodded. "As I said, no one will capture you tonight."

[aurorawest]

Hi! I’d love for a directors commentary on the real Asgardians of the galaxy, any section you choose, it’s my favourite story! Also I was wondering if you could do a commentary on chapter 7 of you come to me wild and wired please? Thank you!

Of course, thank you for asking! I’m so glad you like The Real Asgardians! 😄 I went with this section from chapter 25. Loki, Thor, and Mira have stopped on the Market Planet (aka Promachos), a place entirely of my own invention. Promachos is a planet that’s one giant, sprawling market. The section that the three of them visit looks very much like a souk in my head—I was definitely imagining the Arab Souk in Jerusalem as I was writing it. But you know, think the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul, that sort of thing. Old, ancient feeling, labyrinthine covered market where it feels like you can get everything that’s ever existed.

In this conversation, Loki and Thor are having a nice conversation that turns sour, as they so often do.

“You know,” Thor said, the heavy-handed nonchalance in his voice sending up red flags, “that’s something New Asgard doesn’t have.”

“Children?” Loki said, playing dumb and immediately regretting it. 

Not really a reference, but this line has always reminded me of the exchange in Jurassic Park between Grant and Satler: “What are those?” “Small versions of adults, honey.”

Thanos hadn’t discriminated. He’d slaughtered Asgard’s children as easily as he had the adults. 

Womp womp. Seriously though, one of my favorite things to write with Loki is how he absolutely careens from one emotional end of the spectrum to the other. He makes this joke and he immediately jumps to the worst possible interpretation of it.

At least they’d managed to evacuate most of them, though Loki would never forgive himself for allowing a single Asgardian to die that day.

I recently had to put an exact number to how many children survived The Statesman. At this point I definitely was like, ‘eh, no idea!’

“No,” Thor said. “A school.”

“Mm.” Loki was getting increasingly worried that Mira was going to turn around and ask for the necklace. “What do they do, make repairs in the fishing nets because their fingers are smaller?”

This is one of my favorite jokes, actually. Loki is such an ass. There’s so much contempt packed into this sentence.

But more beyond that, his disdain for New Asgard is really important to his arc. We really see him lash out about it in this scene.

Thor glared at him. “No. They go to school. There just isn’t one in New Asgard.”

It couldn’t be overstated how uninterested Loki was in the education policies of New Asgard. Yes, his people lived there, but he had no personal stake or interest in the place. “Where do they go, then?”

Incidentally, I chose this scene because it seems kind of like a throwaway scene, like it’s more to express Loki’s distaste for New Asgard. And it is that...but it’s also got payoff down the line.

Uncertainty flickered over Thor’s face. “They go…I…er. I’m not exactly sure.” Loki didn’t push this issue. It was easy to imagine what had happened, anyway. The children would have been running wild in the months after the Snap. Brunnhilde, ruling New Asgard in all but name, would have gone to Thor, drunk, useless, drowning in depression and grief, and said something needed to be done, and he was the king, so what should they do? And Thor most likely would have slurred at her to figure it out. [...]

“I think they go to school in Tønsberg somewhere,” Thor finally said.

Thor kills me here. He’s pushing down every single bit of his regret and guilt. And Loki doesn’t get it at all. All he can do is snipe at Thor for screwing this up, for not taking charge, for not being the king that Loki thinks he should be. I’m actually enormously proud of “I think they go to school in Tønsberg somewhere,” because it says nothing...and also everything. Or at least, I hope it does.

Arching an eyebrow again, Loki said, “Oh. I see. So you’re raising humans.”

Loki gets none of this. All he can see is how much he doesn’t want to live on Earth, how much he doesn’t like New Asgard. He can’t fathom why the Asgardians would want to be there. It never occurs to him to stop and think about the fact that the Asgardians have been part of this community for six years. That they aren’t totally isolated from Norway or Earth. In Loki’s mind, New Asgard is like...kind of temporary? He can’t accept that it might be permanent.

“No,” Thor said, making a face as though this was the most stupid thing he’d heard in his whole life. “We’re not raising humans, I mean—not that I have a problem with humans, I love humans—”

Sometimes a little too much...but not in a creepy way, in a respectful way...

“As you’ve demonstrated,” Loki muttered, rolling his eyes. Not that he should talk.

Loki is consciously thinking of alt!Strange here, but of course...gosh he spent nine months living at the Sanctum and maybe he got close to one of its occupants...

“The point is,” Thor said, dropping all pretense of subtlety, “you’ve got some experience with it, and you should come back and—”

Thor takes a massive risk here and straight up asks Loki to come back to New Asgard. Not only that, but he’s asking Loki to come back to New Asgard and...open a school? This is the sort of thing that should thrill Loki. Thor is asking him to stick around! Thor is telling Loki that he wants him in New Asgard. And Loki...

Loki’s glare was poisonous enough that Thor took a step back. “No,” he hissed. “I will not.”

Loki doesn’t take kindly to it. Instead of seeing this moment for what it is, which is Thor reaching out to him, all Loki can see is this like, blaring red warning that he’s going to end up as something he Doesn’t Want To Be. And he doesn’t even really know what it is, right? He just hates what New Asgard symbolizes. He hates that he initiated Ragnarok, which necessitated New Asgard’s existence. He hates that New Asgard is so small, because of his own inability to protect his people from Thanos. He hates what Thor became in New Asgard. It’s really not even about New Asgard, it’s all of this other stuff.

Aaaaand chapter 7 of You Come to Me Wild and Wired!

So this was written for a @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt a couple weeks ago. The prompt was ‘broken windows.’ Their prompts are very very open ended, so I generally check them first thing on Friday morning and then let the day’s prompt rattle around in my brain until an idea occurs to me. With this one, I thought I could do something with the Oculus at the Sanctum being broken. I had also, a couple days before writing this, I had seen a reference to some sort of prompt for another ship about Stephen being angry, and I thought, you know what? It’s fun to write Stephen being angry. I should try that sometime! Broken Oculus means attack on the Sanctum, and I thought, what if Loki gets hurt in the course of that?

And to think, Loki was beginning to wonder if Strange ever got angry.

The idea of these fics is for them to be I think between 100-1000 words. This one was 1360, I believe, when I finished it? So I had to trim it down quite a bit (I eventually got it under 1100 but not quite down to 1000). The ‘And’ at the beginning of this sentence would have been an easy one to cut, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I just loved it too much.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” 

I love writing sweary Stephen. I love it so much.

Strange’s hands shake as he pulls Loki’s torn sweater from the wound. One of the wounds. The sweater is ruined. Shame. Loki’s always liked it. Even without the damage, the blood stains will never come out.

I also love writing Loki being more concerned with his wardrobe than his own physical wellbeing.

Loki feels woozy. Strange’s question strikes him as funny. “I was thinking I wouldn’t get hurt.”

This is clearly not the answer Strange is looking for.

Loki finds that funny, too. “I’ll tell you what I wasn’t thinking—I wasn’t thinking I’d ruin my favorite sweater. Do you see this color? Really brings out my eyes, don’t you think?”

See when you’re bleeding out, you can say things like this.

Strange’s jaw clenches. His eyebrows draw together and his eyes narrow. He picks up a bottle and doesn’t bother blotting whatever’s inside onto a cloth—he just sloshes it over the gash on Loki’s stomach.

When Loki yelps, Strange says, “Oh, shut up. That’s not going to kill you. Which is more than I can say for the horde of demons you faced—on your own.”

Gritting his teeth against the sting of alcohol, Loki says, “Yes, but they didn’t kill me.” The wooziness is probably due to blood loss. His sweater isn’t just stained—it’s soaked with crimson. That’s all his blood. The demons’ blood was black.

I’m not actually a big fan of hurt/comfort when Loki is the one who’s hurt. When I’m going to hurt Loki—and I do—I prefer to do it with psychological and emotional torment. Physical pain? Honestly, it’s not that fun for me to write. Here’s the thing with Loki: he doesn’t care. Physical pain doesn’t frighten or even really bother him. He’s completely blasé about it. And in order for it to be dangerous to him, it has to be so bad that he’s passed out. Where’s the fun in a passed out Loki?

In general, I far prefer to put Loki in the comfort role, because it seems like it’s such an unnatural fit for him, and that’s way more fun to write about. I like to make my characters uncomfortable, haha. The two people that Loki is closest to in my verse, Thor and Stephen, are also really not the kind of people that want to show physical weakness. And Loki isn’t nurturing (well, he can be, but it’s buried deep down inside him), so like, it’s way more fun to have Thor be hurt and have Loki needing to feed him or whatever.

And I’m straying from this fic but this is the director’s cut, haha.

Strange doesn’t respond. At all. His hands can barely hold the—what is that? Oh, a bandage. He’s trying to bandage the wound, but he drops it because of his hands’ violent tremor.

Stephen’s hands shake more when he’s emotional.

“You need to go to the hospital,” Strange says as he picks up the alcohol again. He sounds like he might kill Loki himself.

“I’d rather not.”

At these words, which Loki delivers in a perfectly affable tone, 

This line just makes me laugh. Something about the word ‘affable.’ Loki’s so cheerful about his impending death.

Strange drops the bottle. It spills all over their shoes; splashes their pants. Loki’s legs sting as the alcohol soaks through his pants, so he knows he has open wounds there, too.

Trying to show, not tell.

Strange swears, a long string of profanity that penetrates Loki’s fog. He’s never heard Strange talk like this.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Odinson? Like seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Strange rakes a hand through his hair. Blood, Loki’s blood, smears his forehead. “You’re bleeding out. You’re gonna fucking die and you can’t swallow your goddamn motherfucking pride to let someone who can hold a fucking needle and thread stitch you up—”

The beauty of these little ficlets is I don’t have to come up with the whole long slowburn backstory or figure out too much about the characters’ arcs up until this point, but, I will say, I love to write a Stephen who has entirely come to terms with his disability and for him to actually be mad at Loki for not seeking treatment from someone who can actually help.

“This won’t kill me.” Loki considers. “Probably not, anyway. Though I don’t feel well.”

Strange looks like he’s going to scream.

Loki glances around. “Can you use superglue to close a wound? I’m sure I’ve heard Lang say that.”

It cracks me up to imagine Scott describing how like, one time at Baskin Robbins he cut himself on the soft serve machine or something, and he had to close it up with superglue. And that Loki feels this is an appropriate thing to say at this moment.

Strange stares, his eyes blue, then green, then this curious, almost colorless color. Colorless color. That doesn’t even make sense.

In my other fics I usually refer to this as ‘seaglass’ but I try not to be too repetitive.

Perhaps Strange is right. Perhaps Loki is in danger.

“Why would you do something so stupid?” Strange asks quietly. Loki expected more rage. Rage he can deal with. People are always angry at him. 

Lol come on I wrote this fic, you didn’t think there wouldn’t be angst in it, did you?

It’s funny, actually. Loki has always taken pleasure in getting a rise out of people. It’s easy. People are predictable.

Strange has never been predictable.

So Loki tells the truth. No snark. No sarcasm. “The Oculus was broken,” he says. “Broken windows aren’t a good sign. I thought you might be in danger.”

Sometimes, Loki fears he has become predictable. Didn’t Thor tell him so, once? But he can tell this is the last thing Strange expected to hear.

“I wanted to help you,” Loki adds for good measure. He feels light-headed. He probably wouldn’t say these things otherwise. Maybe it’s good, maybe it’s bad. Maybe it’s time he said this to Strange, to Stephen, whom he cares very much for, even if he pretends otherwise. He likes making Stephen angry by being difficult, by being intractable, by being an arse. He likes trying to get a reaction. He feels like he’s standing outside Strange’s window, throwing stones, trying to break the glass of his impenetrable, unruffle-able coolness.

As I write these ficlets, I find that I tend to start with a literal interpretation, and along the way, I find my way to these metaphors. They usually help me tie the fic together, too, so that it’s not just a collection of sentences but actually has a itty bitty plot and arc. I’m particularly proud of this one, I’ll be honest.

But Strange is immune to Loki.

It’s a bit of an act. Alright, it’s entirely an act. Loki isn’t good at seeking attention unless it’s negative.

My cat is also like this tbh.

“Did think maybe I had it under control?” Stephen runs his shaking fingers through his hair again. There’s red in the gray at his temples.

“I thought maybe you didn’t,” Loki replies.

Stephen covers his eyes with a hand. Bloody fingerprints mark where his fingertips rested when he moves it. 

I have a thing for my boys being covered in blood.

“Let me take you to the hospital.”

There’s something in Strange’s eyes. It looks like fear.

Strange’s hands shake more when he’s emotional.

Suddenly, Loki realizes Stephen has been putting on an act, too. He’s not cool and unruffled. He’s not immune to Loki.

Suddenly, Loki thinks Stephen might care more about him than he lets on.

Loki looks at his blood-soaked sweater. Considers how dizzy he feels. Ponders the fact that the shape of Stephen Strange’s lips is very attractive; the way his eyes change color with the light hypnotic.

Maybe it’s the blood loss. But he wouldn’t like to die without knowing how Stephen’s lips feel.

Aaaand there it is. So I’m a serious slow burn person, and that makes it hard for me to write these short little things. You’ll notice actually if you read them that there’s always all this unspoken backstory, like ‘they’d been working together for years...’ etc etc. But I always try to get that build even in these short little things, and if I can make myself go, AWWWWW then I’m happy.

“Alright,” Loki says. “I’ll go to the hospital.” He stands. There’s a rush in his ears. His legs feel like sodden paper. 

Stole this line from myself. I have a nearly identical simile in one of my original novels.

They buckle.

But Stephen is there, holding him, an arm tight around Loki’s waist. His hands may tremble, but he radiates safety and steadiness.

Safety is hugely important to Loki. He couldn’t ever fall in love with someone who didn’t make him feel safe, even though he probably wouldn’t admit that out loud.

A portal blooms, Metro-General Hospital on the other side. Stephen tucks a piece of hair behind Loki’s ear. “The sweater does bring out your eyes, by the way.”

Obligatory callback to the beginning of the fic. When I had Loki note that the sweater brings out his eyes, I knew that I would have Stephen agree at the end of the fic.

“Aha, you think about my eyes,” Loki says. It’s getting hard to hold his head up. Stephen guides him through the portal. “That means you think they’re pretty.”

“I think they’re gorgeous,” Stephen says. He hesitates. “I think you’re gorgeous.”

‘Gorgeous’ is my preferred word for Stephen to use to describe Loki. Loki tends more towards ‘beautiful’ to describe Stephen.

He lowers Loki to a chair. “Now sit here while I get help.”

Loki grabs Stephen’s wrist and lets his head fall against the wall. He peers at Stephen through slitted eyes, knowing he’ll survive this, because he’s survived worse. He still says, “I would kiss you, but I want something to look forward to if I don’t die.”

Emotions pass over Stephen’s face like the play of shadows on the ground as clouds scud across the sun. 

I love the word ‘scud’ but it’s definitely one of those ‘you only get to use this once in a fic’ type of words.

He swallows hard. “Yeah, well.” He squeezes Loki’s hand. “We’ll see how you feel after you’re patched up.”

Loki smiles and lets him go. He knows how he’ll feel. After all, he’s been throwing stones at the windows of Stephen’s heart.

He just never realized Stephen was throwing them back.

METAPHOR! The wonderful thing about finding the metaphor is that it’s a really easy way to end the fic. It’s the central theme, right, so you use the last line to tie into it, and done.

Thank you so so much for asking!

Fanfic Writers: Director’s Cut

[sulphuryasecretcloset]

You’re safe here

(I apologize if this feels like one-shot spamming, but here is another one, inspired by you lovely Ko-Fi supporters! That and Caco’s art kicked my brain into overdrive. This is when Paz and Raga first met Din.)

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Talking to three of his friends, hands in his pockets and utterly relaxed, Paz hears the rapid taptaptaptap of small shoes in a fierce sprint down the hallway. He then feels the impact of a skinny frame jumping on his back, which doesn't jostle him at all. Paz merely shrugs one shoulder a few seconds later to help her as Raga climbs up his back and soon settles on his shoulders, her thin legs dangling down his chest.

He sees his friends shake their heads a little, still confused as to why he would hang out with that wild creature, but he watches them with a firm look; daring them to challenge him or simply make a comment. Paz hasn't handed out a good beating in days. He'd be glad to.

Raga folds her arms on top of his head and leans her chin on them. He doesn't need to see her to know she's grinning, hoping they'll make the mistake of opening their mouths.

To Paz and Raga's disappointment, they keep quiet.

A sharp whistle catches their attention and the children look over to where Davarax is standing.

“Paz. Over here.” Davarax orders.

Paz hesitates.

If it is possible to roll with his eyes with a helmet, that is what Davarax does. “Yes. Fine. Bring her too.”

Paz shuffles over to where his teacher is standing and follows him inside a room, hands still in his pockets and Raga on his shoulders.

Davarax turns and stands next to a small boy with dark hair and even darker eyes. “This is Din. He's going to stay with us.”

“This is the way.” Paz replies and Raga echoes it.

Din watches them warily. He has the stare many other Foundlings has had before him. Paz recognizes it. This is someone who has seen war and watched loved ones die.

“I want you to show him around. Introduce him. You know the drill.” Davarax says. “He will be joining your group, Paz.”

Paz nods. He gestures for Din to follow him. “Let's go, kid.”

Raga jumps down from his shoulders, takes Din's hand and drags him out the door.

Paz moves to follow, but Davarax' hand grabs his neck and holds him back to deliver some final words.

“Listen, that kid just lost his parents and his entire village. Go easy on him. No fighting. And keep that girl of yours from attacking him too. He's not ready for it yet. Understand?”

Paz nods again and Davarax lets go. Out in the hallway, Din and Raga are waiting for him.

A quick scan tells Paz that Din is some years younger than him, a skinny little thing, but there is steel in his eyes. “I'm Paz. She's Raga. You'll be hanging with us from now on.”

“If anyone gives you any trouble, you just let us know!” Raga declares in a loud, proud voice.

Sighing, Paz kneels down and ties the undone laces on her left shoe. “Sure. What she said.”

In the days that follow, Din is quiet but that is no surprise. Most Foundlings are. He needs time. Paz doesn't push.

During their first training together, Paz and Din merely watch while Raga chases a frantic Barthor around in the training room as they wait for Davarax to arrive.

The third time Barthor runs by Paz to avoid his tormentor, Paz sticks his foot out and trips him.

Raga jumps her prey without hesitation and at least there is some entertainment until their teacher finally appears and puts an abrupt halt to it by lifting her up by the back of her shirt and hoisting her away. (Davarax had been wary about adding Raga to his group and only agreed because she behaved somewhat less feral around Paz and her former teacher was sick of her antics.)

Din is not trained in combat so it takes no effort for Paz to defeat him. But the more defeats Din tastes, the more determined the little Womp Rat becomes and Paz figures there might be hope for him in the future if he keeps up with his training.

Raga, however, is improving at a worrying pace, diving fearlessly into every challenge. Even Davarax seems uncomfortable about turning his back on her. Paz can't help a proud grin on his face.

She was, and still is, awesome.

Din has been there for almost a standard month when they spend their first night away from their own beds on a pretend mission. He hasn't really spoken much during these weeks, seems as distant and shut down as the first day he had arrived, but he's already growing stronger and he's smart, so Paz doesn't mind. Barthor talks enough for the four of them anyway. Din probably just needs more time. That's okay.

They are curled up in a big bed with a bad mattress and no sheets, a demonstration of the tough circumstances they will face as future warriors, when Paz wakes up due to a strange sound.

Blinking, Paz lies in the semi-dark and listens. His instincts tells him something is wrong.

Barthor is curled up in front of him and Raga is a warm, little backpack behind him, but Paz instantly knows Din is missing. Lifting his head, Paz looks around the room and sees Din sitting in the darkest corner; his knees are drawn up to his chest and he is crying.

Raga kicks Paz in the kidney, but he doesn't react. She does that sometimes. His focus is on Din.

Sniffling quietly, Din wipes at his eyes, but can't get the tears to stop. Nightmare, maybe? Dreaming about his parents? About what happened? Maybe he's scared it will happen again?

Paz sits up, knowing he won't be able to sleep as long as Din is crying. “Hey...”

Din starts, unaware of Paz waking up, and he quickly wipes the tears away.

Raga kicks Paz in the hip. Paz rubs a fist into his left eye and yawns. “Din. C'mere.” When Din doesn't reply, just stares at him with those dark eyes of his, Paz feels a flicker of annoyance that seeps into his voice. “I said; come here.”

Din gets up with a look of humiliation and defeat and shuffles towards the bed.

Paz resolutely shoves Barthor away and grabs Din by the wrist, yanking him down.

Din is too stunned to protest when Paz places his arm around him and pulls him close. The boy is really cold. He must have been sitting there for a while.

Raga sighs and burrows close to Paz' back again. Barthor lets out a soft snore.

There is a brief silence, then Paz speaks. “I'm sorry about your parents. That sucks. But you're one of us now, and I'll keep you safe, okay?” Paz is the biggest and strongest of them. He can even beat up kids much older than himself. Anything that comes after Din, he'll beat that up too.

“Even if there are androids?” Din asks in a thin voice.

“Definitely.” Paz confirms with easy confidence. “I'll protect you. I promise.”

There are no more nightmares that night.

12 years later

Davarax can't help smiling as he watches his former students. His kids, as he calls them. He'd warned them all about the Mandalorian wine, but youth made for more courage than brains.

Paz and Din had nurtured their eternal rivalry and tried to out-drink each other, ending up with both of them falling asleep, sitting side by side on the floor while leaning against the wall. After that, it didn't take long for Raga to stumble over to inch her way under Paz' obliging right arm and falling asleep there, or for Barthor to end up slumped over their legs like a pet and snoring loudly.

Twitching in his sleep, tormented by restless anger even in his slumber, Din sinks over and his helmet makes a metallic clink as it hits Paz' pauldron.

Paz grumbles, but doesn't wake up. Instead, he automatically lifts his arm, like he'd done for Raga, and Din shifts closer until he's comfortable and Paz then lowers his arm around him as well.

Davarax smiles. Even after all these years, they're still looking after each other.

Yeah, whatever life throws at them, his kids are going to do just fine.