#valencia core

[sorokill]

[karouvas]

Crazy Ex Girlfriend appreciation week Day 1

Favorite character: Rebecca Nora Bunch

“I have no underlying issues to address.”

[dyzzythedemon]

A fullparty pic of all the PCs in my pathfinder campaign!

[centermidjamietartt]

Funny to me when people say Roy is acting ooc but all he’s doing is being deeply un-normal about Jamie. Like that’s his most consistent personality trait guys what show are we watching

[holdmytesseract]

moodboard by @chennqingg <3 | divider by @jiyaxedits <3

Through The Years

Jotun!King!Loki Laufeyson x fem!Æsir!Queen!Reader

Summary: This story takes you and Loki on a journey through the twins life. From their first steps all the way to their first time falling in love.

Warnings for this Chapter: thirst, very suggestive smut/light smut - a lot, nudity, weapons, fighting, fluff, cute family moments

Word Count: 4,1k

a/n: I love this chapter. It's probably one of my favourites. I hope you all will love it, too! 🩵

Tags: @lokisgoodgirl @lady-rose-moon @huntress-artemiss @muddyorbsblr @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @chennqingg @smolvenger @alexakeyloveloki @theaudacitytowrite @jennyggggrrr @stupidthoughtsinwriting @asgards-princess-of-mischief @eleniblue @vanilla-daydreaming @loz-3 @valencia-rou @mishkatelwarriorgoddess @fictive-sl0th @bunny24sstuff @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @lovingchoices14 @linaax @mochie85 @goblingirlsarah @glitchquake @lokidbadguy @icytrickster17 @gruftiela @lulubelle814 @november-rayne @chantsdemarins @mandywholock1980 @simping-for-marvel @lou12346789 @aagn360 @lokiforever @anukulee @multifandom-worlds @hisredheadedgoddess28 (Continuing in the comments)

❄️ Chapter Two ❄️ Chapter Four ❄️

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Chapter Three - Sweet Sixteen

A dissatisfied sigh left your lips, as you felt the pillow underneath your head moving. Being still more than half asleep, you cuddled closer against the pillow again. The moment you got gently shoved off the warm underground which supported your head woke you up - just in time to see Loki standing up from where he sat on the edge of the bed.

The rising sun, which shone through the big windows illuminated his beautiful cerulean skin. His bare back; rippled with muscles almost seemed to glow - just like his gloriously naked butt and juicy thighs. Blinking, in order to get fully awake, you bit your lip. Sinful memories of the past night flooded your brain, and causing your core to throb deliciously.

Well... Since the princes had their own chambers by now, you and Loki were able to indulge way more into your love life than before; sharing some much-appreciated privacy and intimacy. Not that you and him made it work while the twins shared your chambers, but... Now it was easier.

"Where are you going, my king?" Your voice was barely above a whisper, still trying to escape the claws of sleep. "Come back to bed." You whined, reaching out your hands blindly. A low chuckle echoed through the room, as your husband appeared again in your field of view; but now fully dressed in his armour - much to your dismay. "Apologies, my love, but I promised our sons to see their development in fighting. I have to leave for the training grounds now. Unless I'll be late."

A grunt of disapproval left your lips. "They are training this early?" Loki nodded, chuckling. "As most of the time, darling. Our sons are very disciplined when it comes down to fighting. Well... At least one of them..." Loki mumbled the last sentence; voice barely audibly. "And I appreciate that, but... Can't you stay just a little longer and then leave for the training grounds?" You pouted and played with the soft duvet which was covering your naked body, causing another deep chuckle to rumble through your husband's chest. "I appreciate your eagerness, my queen, but I'm afraid not. Though, I promise to return by sunset and I shall quench your thirst." He stated, moving to hover above your upper body. The king's palms were firmly pressed in the mattress, left and right beside your arms to hold his body up. His biceps and abs bulged deliciously, causing a shiver to run down your spine. "Promised?" Loki's face was mere inches above yours now. Strands of raven hair tickling the side of your face. "Promised." His lips slotted over yours, kissing you with all the love and desire he held for you. It only managed to intoxicate you even further; making it even harder to let him go. So, you just decided to start a last try to convince him to stay.

You placed your palms on his abs, feeling the muscles flex beneath your hands, while you kept kissing him. You lingered there only for a few moments, before you let one hand wander lower. Your fingertips traced a line from his belly button, through the soft, silken hairs of his happy trail, to the hem of his ancient armour inspired loincloth. Just when you had slipped your fingers halfway underneath the garment, Loki's big hand was suddenly on yours; enveloping your wrist. His lips left yours with a pop. "Ah-ah, my queen," he tutted and gently pulled your hand away, before intertwining it with his. "As much as I'd love your hand down there... I really have to go." You huffed out a defeated breath and nodded. "Fine. Go, my king - as long as you keep your promise..." A cheeky, mischievous smirk darted over the Frost Giant's face. "Oh don't worry, my love. I want to keep this promise as much as you want me to." Loki whispered in a low voice and bestowed a last kiss on your lips - which you reciprocated hungrily.

Pulling away with a chuckle, your husband shook his head. "You are so insatiable recently, love... Merely letting me out of your sight - and bed." You just shrugged your shoulders; biting your lip. "Well... I just enjoy that we've got a bit more alone time and privacy at the moment. Happens not very often." "I agree - and I like it as well." With a wink, Loki let go of you and turned to walk to the door. "I'll see you tonight." You nodded, smiling. "I love you. Tell the boys I'm proud of them." "I love you even more. And yes, I shall do that."

Loki left the palace; greeting the guards, maids and other royal stuff on his way and headed for the training grounds. From afar, he already recognised his son's battle cries. Áki. Smiling, he leaned against one of the stone columns and watched him moving almost gracefully over the sandy underground, yielding his wooden training sword. Áki had a lot of potential to become a great warrior. He was even seen as the ideal warrior - by all the other fighters, Loki himself, Ymir (His mentor; named after the first Jotun.) and even his advisors. It caused proudness to flood the king's veins.

He admired his son for a few minutes, hidden by the column; watching his good work. But not just how hard and diligent he trained, no... It had Loki realising, that this wasn't his little boy anymore. Áki was slowly but surely growing into a man. His hair was longer now, almost reaching his shoulders. His muscles weren't anymore the muscles of a child, but a young man. Áki's shoulders became broader, his torso stronger. By the norns, Loki could even make out the subtle hints of a soft stubble on his chin. The king sighed, shaking his head. How fast time was flying by... They were just infants and now only a few months away from turning sixteen...

Crossing his arms over his muscular chest, Loki stepped out of the shadows, looking at Áki and Ymir, before scanning the area. Where was his other son? Váli was nowhere to be seen. "Dad!" Áki's voice urged to his ears, causing him to smile again. He walked over and placed a hand on his son's sweaty shoulder. Áki wasn't quite as tall as Loki - yet. "Hello, my son. I hope I'm not too late?" Áki smiled as well, shaking his head. "You're not. Just in time." Ymir gave Loki a nod, before bowing his head obediently. "My king."

Loki looked around once again, now frowning. "Where's your brother?" The young prince shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. I haven't seen him since yesterday." The king's eyes then drifted over to the warrior. "I haven't seen him either, your highness. Since a long time, actually. The last time he visited the training grounds was, I believe... a few weeks ago. Perhaps even months." Loki nodded, still frowning.

The princes weren't forced to train, in order to sharpen their fighting skills, but it was highly expected. A prince who couldn't fight and defend himself? Almost scandalous. Yet, Loki would never force his sons to do anything - except it was tradition. The traditions had to be maintained. Fighting wasn't one of them - and yet it surprised Loki to hear that his son had skipped the lessons so often.

"I'll talk to Váli. But for now..." Loki pulled out his beautifully crafted sword. "Show me what you learned." Áki grinned, taking a fighting position. "With pleasure, dad. Get ready to lose." His words made Loki chuckle. "Quite confident, aren't we? Last time we fought, you were the one who lost, son." "That may be true; but I learned."

It was late in the morning, when you decided to finally leave your bed. It had been way too comfortable to stand up - although Loki was missing beside you. Also deciding to flee from quite a few trade documents, who wished to be read and possibly signed, you made your way down the halls towards the library. A book and perhaps a cup of tea was exactly what you wanted today. Just a day off; regaining your strength. So, you told one of the maids that you wished to not be disturbed. With a nod and a curtsy, she left again, telling it the other royal stuff members and especially the royal advisors.

Closing the doors to the library behind yourself, you sighed, smiling. Silence. How soothing for your ears.

You took your time in searching for a book you'd like to read. No stress; no hurry. After you made your choice, you were about to sit down onto one of the comfortable armchairs, when an idea crossed your mind... The secret reading spot. Nobody knew about it. Except you, Loki and your sons. Clapping the book shut again, you climbed the stairs and the little ladder, which led to the hatch - and the hatch led to a little, hidden room behind the countless shelves of books. Loki showed you - though he was almost too tall to fit through the passageway. The little room was cosy furnished by your family and made to escape the royal life for a while.

Oblivious, you closed the hatch behind yourself - and looked up; almost getting a heart attack at the pair of identical Y/E/C eyes looking at you. "By the norns, Váli!" You yelped; hand draped across your heaving chest. The teenager smiled bashfully. "A-Apologies, mum." You took deep breaths, sitting down beside him on the countless pillows, blankets and furs. "What in all the nine realms are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at the training grounds with your brother and father?" The young man's cheeks reddened. "I-I should, yes, but..." Váli sighed, shutting the book he was reading. "I don't like the fighting, mum. I don't want to become a warrior like Áki. I'd rather spend my time here in the library, reading and learning new things." He paused, fumbling nervously with his fingers. "I know the basics of fighting. Áki and Ymir taught me - a-and I think that's enough. I must confess that I've been skipped the training already for weeks... I-I'm so sorry, mum, I-" The prince said almost panicky, causing you to jump in. You placed a hand on his tunic clad shoulder and smiled. "It's alright, sweetheart. I can understand. Even though I loved to fight when I was younger - like you know. Without it, I wouldn't have met your father; but I do. I really understand. This is who you are - who you want to be... And that is just fine…" You gazed lovingly into your son's eyes, witnessing his features soften and his lips twitching into a smile. The hand on his shoulder went to cup his cheek. "…as long as you know how to at least protect yourself, so I don't have to worry." Váli placed his big hand over yours, shaking his head; causing his short, blonde curls to bounce. "You won't ever have to worry, mum. I promise." You smiled and couldn't help yourself from hugging him. Something Váli gladly returned.

A few moments passed, until your son spoke up again. "So... I came here to flee from my training... From what or who are you fleeing?" A small sparkle of mischief glinted in his eyes. Váli may have been the more sensitive and sensible one of twins, but nevertheless... He was his father's child.

You giggled, shaking your head. "From my royal duties." The prince chuckled as well. "Yeah, thought so."

It was already late in the evening, when Loki returned to the palace with Áki. The father and son duo spent the whole day on the training grounds. While Loki was still up to the mark and not tired at all, Áki was lacking quite a bit stamina - yet. The teenager was worn out and tired and therefore retreated straight to his chambers - probably sleeping through.

"It has been a very successful day today. I'm proud of you, son. Of course, you still have to learn a lot of things, but... I have the feeling you are born for this. You're doing great. Keep it up - but don't forget the other important things in life." It was an allusion to the young prince's royal duties, which he liked to neglect from time to time. Áki smiled, blushing slightly, but nodded. "I will, dad, I promise. And thank you. I love to train with you. I hope we can do this more often." A chuckle rumbled through the Frost Giant's chest. "Is Ymir not satisfying enough, young warrior?" "No, no. Ymir is great, but... You are better. The greatest warrior Jotunheim has ever seen - and my dad." Loki nodded, understood what Áki meant and placed his hand on his shoulder. "I know what you mean. I promise you I'll take time to train with you. Being the king isn't an easy task and utterly busy, but... Family is way more important. Although, I can't always leave the duties to your mother. She's got enough of her own." "I understand." "I know you do." The king patted his son's shoulder. "I'll see you tomorrow. Have a good night's rest." "Thanks, dad. You too - and... Greet mum, please. I haven't seen her all day..." "I will."

After saying goodbye to his one son, Loki marched straight to the chambers of his other son - which weren't far away. Just down the hallway. Knocking gently, he waited for an answer. A few moments later, he got one. "Come in!" Váli's voice urged to Loki's ears from behind the door. He stepped inside and found his son nestled in front of the fireplace, reading. The nights had started to become quite cold, indicating that autumn was on his way. Váli lifted his head, in order to see who the 'intruder' was. His eyes widened immediately, when they landed on his father. "O-Oh, hello, d-dad." He clapped the book shut, putting it aside. "C-Can I help you with something?" Váli was nervous and frankly a bit afraid, because he knew exactly what was going on.

Loki gave him a nod, before he crossed his arms over his chest, muscles bulging. "You weren't on the training grounds today... And Ymir told me that you missed his fighting lessons quite often... Why?" Loki could see how the teenager swallowed and started to play with his fingers nervously. The conversation for him like a déjà vu, since he had talked with you about it this morning as well.

"I-I am sorry, dad, it's just..." He sighed. "I, uh, I don't like the fighting. I don't want to become a warrior like Áki. I'd rather spent the whole day in the library. Reading books, learning things." Loki was quite a bit speechless. He knew, of course, how much his son loved his books, but he didn't expect that. "A-And I know that I have to be able to defend myself - which I understand! I do. I really do - and I am more than capable of doing so. I can defend myself if I have to. I learned the basics of fighting and that's enough." Váli paused, taking a deep breath, while his father still listened patiently to what he has to say. "I-I hope you understand that. Y-You once said that you wouldn't force us to do anything besides tradition, so please, dad... Please don't-" That was the moment Loki had to jump in.

"Váli..." He walked over to his son, laid his arm around his shoulder and guided him to sit down on the little fur clad sofa beside the fireplace. "Me, nor your mother would force you to do anything you don't want to. That's what I once said, yes... And it never changed. That point still stands. It always will. If you prefer reading than fighting, then by the norns, be it this way." The king smiled at the prince, who was visibly relieved. "Nevertheless, I'd like to test your skills. See if you really are able to defend yourself. It's important." Váli nodded. "Okay." "Okay. Let's say tomorrow?" Once again, a nod. "Tomorrow." "Good." Loki clapped his son gently on the back and stood up. "I'll leave you to your book now. I am sure your mother awaits me already." Váli smiled. "Thank you, dad." He gave him a nod, "Of course." and turned to leave. "I wish you a good night's rest."

After the important conversation with his son, Loki made his way quickly and full of anticipation to his and your shared chambers. After all, there was some... unfinished business between you and him. When he finally reached the door, he practically stormed in - only the find the chambers empty, except for a maid, who was currently cleaning up. The maid noticed him of course immediately and quickly curtsied. "Oh, good evening, your majesty." Loki gave her a nod. "Have you seen my wife? Do you know where she is?" "Yes, my king. She is having her supper." Oh... Too bad, Loki thought, but decided not to join you. He'd wait for you. "Thank you. Leave now, please. I wish to be alone." The maid curtsied again, "Of course, my king." and hurried to leave the royal chambers.

The king decided to take a bath; get rid of all the sweat, grime and dust, while he waited for you to return.

Putting your spoon aside, you stood up from the table. "Your majesty, have you had enough to eat? Can I bring you something else?" You shook your head and smiled at the young maid. "No, thank you. I'll retreat to the chambers for the night." The young female Jotun nodded and curtsied. "Very well, my queen." "Oh, do you know if my husband and son already returned?" She shook her head. "Unfortunately, not. No." "Alright, thank you. Good night." "Good night, your highness."

While the maids already hurried to clean everything up, you left the dining hall and made your way back towards your chambers.

Softly closing the door behind yourself, you decided to go to bed early today. A long, rough day of neglected work was coming your way, without a doubt. And since Loki hasn't returned yet either...

You stepped over to the bed you shared with the king. With a sigh, you reached behind yourself and started to undo the laces of the corset you wore. It was attached to a beautifully tailored skirt. The colours were a rich gold and a deep green, showing of course to whom your heart belonged. Loki. You may be living on Jotunheim now, surrounded by your folk, the Jotuns, but nevertheless... You were still an Æsir and also loved to wear Asgardian dresses. It was a part of who you were. A part of yourself.

Your hands worked blindly on unlacing the corset, causing you to highly concentrate on the difficult task ahead. You were so focused, that you didn't notice the calculated steps, coming your way. Loki was lurking behind you in the dark, like a predator was observing his prey. The moment you started to undress; his eyes never left your body for a second. Fixated on what was his. Now, he was standing right behind you; your intoxicating scent invading his system like a drug. He was never going to get tired of this. Never. His eyes trailed over your back; followed the sliver of skin, which peeked through the gap of the unlaced corset. Ruby orbs settled on your hands, as he watched them work. It was a feast for his eyes and probably selfish, but he couldn't help himself.

His fingers twitched; eager to touch you. Loki managed to control himself for quite a few moments, but at some point, he just couldn't take it anymore. Reaching out his arms, he enveloped your hands, causing you to flinch. But he leaned quickly forward, bestowing a sensual kiss on the skin where your neck met your shoulder, reassuring you. "Shh, it's me, my queen," the king whispered in your ear. A shiver ran down your spine at his deep, raspy voice. His hands gently removed yours, as he took the laces in his own hands, unlacing the corset for you. Once that was done, you felt his fingertips dancing over the sliver of freed skin, before he slipped both his hands inside your dress, in order to shove the expensive garment over your shoulders and down your arms; letting it fall to the ground. Now you stood in front of him almost naked. Your white undergarment was the last thing covering you. Although Loki made quick work of ridding you of those as well; leaving you now completely bare. You could feel his ruby eyes on you again; followed by his sinful touch. Palms coming to rest right above your hip bones; thumbs caressing the soft skin on your lower back. You shivered again; heartbeat increasing. Loki's touch never failed to overwhelm you in so many different ways. It had never changed. From the moment he touched you for the first time, through all the years and now.

His hands lingered there only for a few moments, before they started their journey. They travelled upwards, passing by your hips and waist, until they landed on your ribcage - mere inches underneath the swell of your breasts. Your breathing was already ragged; growing more and more unsteady the further up his hands travelled. But it failed you for a second, when they stopped so close in front of their destination. He was teasing you. "L-Loki," you breathed; already pleading him. He had you - without a doubt. Loki just had to snap his fingers and you were a chaotic, aroused mess for him.

A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest. "Already begging me, darling? Isn't my touch enough?" He asked in a low, husky voice, tightening his grip. You whimpered - in desperation. Loki chuckled once more; hands starting to roam your body again - but missing the parts where you needed him the most. "My queen..." He whispered hoarsely. "You are divine. I swear, I will never tire of you. Still the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. A feast for the eyes." He was so close to you. So close, that you could feel his hot breath tickling the skin on your neck. "My eyes only, of course. You belong to me. You are mine." Loki pressed another feverish kiss on your neck. "Let me worship you." Kiss. "Let me make love to you." Kiss. "M-My king, I-I-" He grinded his hips against your back, causing you to cut off your own sentence; mouth forming a perfect 'o'. He was naked. Your eyelids fell shut; a ragged breath leaving your lips.

"Time to keep my promise," your husband growled into your ear, as he pushed you forward - walking you closer to the bed. Before your body could hit the sheets, he turned you around, so you were sitting on the edge of the bed - with Loki towering above you know. Finally, you could lay your eyes upon your handsome man. He had freshly bathed. You could tell by the wet strands of his raven hair. Small droplets of water were still running down his cerulean skin, making their way down his entire body. His ruby eyes were an even darker shade of red; clouded by lust. You took the few moments, in which you just shamelessly stared at him. Time to tease him a bit.

Loki was staring down at you as well. One hand was in his hair, smoothing back his wet hair, while the other was... Your eyes lowered, landing on his crotch. Oop. You smirked and reached out your hand, batting his away - which caused a low groan to escape his throat. Placing both your palms on his thick, muscular thighs, you rubbed them up and down his long femurs; not missing to dig your fingernails into the supple skin - causing Loki to hiss. Close. But not close enough. "My love..." He whined; abs clenching in pure, primal desperation. You smiled again, biting your lips. Just a bit more.

"Aren't you tired, my king? After a whole day of fighting? Don't you wish to go to bed immediately?" You teased him further. Loki shook his head, eyebrows furrowed. "My queen... You-" He groaned again, as you traced the inside of his thighs; muscles twitching, hips bucking. "You were saying, my king?" Loki swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing. "Y-You of all the p-people should know how much s-stamina I have." That was true. "Mhh, indeed." Your hands moved to his ass, urging him to step closer. "Then show me again how much stamina you got."

[edwinspaynes]

I will always be a Rebecca/Nathaniel girl but it's so nice to see Rebecca choose herself and her passions at the end. As Dr. Akopian's Dream Ghost said, "sometimes love isn't a person, it's a passion." The ending of the series was such a good way to bring its core themes and beliefs together, and the girl group thriving was an amazing way to show that Rebecca always had the love she craved and always will. Rebecca's my girl first and foremost (and also Valencia and Heather and Paula) and I just will never shut up over the beauty of this show. It's a thematic masterpiece. It's a great depiction of mental illness and BPD that doesn't demonize Rebecca but instead embraces her, shows you all the ways that she's just like you. All of the characters are so flawed, so human, that you forget you're watching a show sometimes and can totally immerse yourself in the world.

Crazy Ex Girlfriend: you'll always be famous.

[apropositodime]

E comunque il buongiorno più bello è stato questo di mio figlio Andrea❤️, l'alba a Valencia.😍

(meno male che qualcosa da me ha preso)

Io dopo averlo ringraziato e dopo avergli detto che queste foto sono bellissime, gli ho detto.

" Si però dormi un po' 😁

( core de mamma 😅)

Ma poi penso alla mia gioventù , e chi dormiva in vacanza con gli amici 😅.

E invece gli dico, Andrea divertirti, genera ricordi belli, fai fotografie, vivi ❤️

[obstinaterixatrix]

Father Valencia is a friendly priest from the capital tasked with revitalizing the distant island province of St. Camillus. His kindness immediately uplifts the community. And yet despite all his apparent benevolence, Mr. Rivera, the island's funeral director, senses something is off...

content warnings: catholicism, violence, alcohol, smoking, implied abuse, vehicular accidents, mild homophobia, manipulation, death, detailed corpses, blood, knives, snakes, crocodiles

I liked this one, but it's the kind of thing where... I get the impression that I had some friends who would like it a LOT more than me lol. the atmosphere is very noir-ish and uncanny, one of the pages with a detail corpse did jumpscare me. I was like WOAH and scrolled past it quickly then tentatively scrolled back up because, while it was mega grisly, it was also interesting how the artist got that effect especially in contrast to the style of the comic. the animal symbolism is also used in a really interesting way. it's a whopping 126 pages, and it's technically m/m, but in a very... I wouldn't say ambiguous way, but in a somewhat peripheral way? it's at the edges of the story but also a tiny bit of the core, so expect that kinda vibe

[makethosenarratorsfight]

UNRELIBALE NARRATORS; SIDE A

Rebecca Bunch Propaganda:

Okay, so Crazy Ex-Girlfriend is a musical from the perspective of Rebecca. However, a very notable thing which is only fully confirmed at the end is that every single song is from her perspective. Not sure how this applies to songs she wasn't there for, but there's that. The point is, these songs are how she sees and processes things, which often casts her friends as characters/roles. I hate to bring up a song with an explicit version, and I'll bring up less nsfw songs later so you can ignore this (I only added paragraph breaks for this purpose), but a very notable one is I'm So Good at Yoga, which is the first song of Valencia, the girlfriend of the guy Rebecca is trying to get with. In this song, it quickly devolves into Valencia just talking about how much better at literally everything she is, often bringing up sore spots which Valencia would not know about (such as her talking about how her father didn't leave her when Rebecca's did). This is Rebecca casting Valencia into her role in her life, when this role ends up becoming wholly inaccurate later on. Face Your Fears is another super good example of this, even if it's more subtle. The whole song is Rebecca's best friend Paula trying to get Rebecca to just take a step forward in her life and set up a party that could help her get closer to Josh. However, Rebecca ends up seeing this as so absurd due to past traumas regarding running parties (as in her dad literally left the family the very night she decided to set up a party as a child) that the whole situation sounds so absurd to her that it, in her imaginary song, becomes "Go ahead and do the must stupid, dangerous things you can think of. Confront a bear head on, stay in a burning building, run with scissors, just do every stupid thing you can think of". This absolutely was not Paula's message. Angry Mad is one of the songs Rebecca wasn't even there for, but I think it works as a Rebecca pov song just because it's a song which ends up portraying Josh as a simple man who represents every masculine stereotype ever and does not have a complex string of thoughts when he gets upset. Josh is a guy who Rebecca heavily casts into a role that he ultimately does not live up to as a guy who has thoughts not entirely revolving around her. I could keep going on but the whole point is that Rebecca is the source of every song in the musical and unfortunately a lot of those songs are about how she sees others and the roles she's assigned them to instead of who they actually are.

Tsurugi Kamishiro Propaganda (TW; mentioned suicide):

He thinks he's the best and that everyone loves him, but sadly he's a disgraced noble son exiled from the family for being a disgrace. He doesn't even know the "him" that exists is an echo that lives in the memories of an alien who killed and impersonated him. He thinks he still has time to make up for all his sins. He thinks he will be able to live lavishly once again after his estranged relatives decide to call him back to live with them (his parents were also killed by aliens, but only he was impersonated). The first inkling you get of his skewed perception of reality is that he introduces himself as "Tsurugi Kamishiro, The Man Who Will Defeat God With One Slash Of His Sword." I don't think he even brought his sword with him when he committed suicide. He walked into the ocean and never came back. That scene shocked me to my very core because I had believed Kabuto was just fun and games before that happened. Tsurugi had just started to adapt to normal life, too. He had been befriended by the protagonist's younger sister Jukka, and she was teaching him basic life skills. I had hope for that guy, and was rooting for him, despite how pompous and annoying he was. Plus, his combat armor was purple, which is my favorite color (I admit that might have caused some of my favor). His family's butler was really the only family he had left, and that old man cared about him as if he was his own son...

[vodika-vibes]

Stealing the Commander - Part 1

When Fira and her crew stumble on the Negotiator, Fira scoffs and orders her crew to continue on their way. A comment from one of the members of her crew about the legal status of the clones, turns the Firebrand and her little Sparks from just nuisances, into full blown terrorists.

Deep in the Outer Rim, far from the glittering façade of the core worlds, there was a decently sized junker ship named Liberty. The ship had a list of over a dozen different owners over the course of it’s existence, but one thing about it remained constant. It’s owner was always, always, a former slave.

Fira Valencia was born a slave. She was born a slave and she lived as a slave on a tiny little mining asteroid until she was 14 years old. Which was when she snuck about a transport vessel and ran until she couldn’t run anymore.

But that had been years ago, nearly yen by her reckoning, and she was no longer a frightened child who jumped at shadows.

No. She had become the shadows that terrorized the slavers who plagued her galaxy.

Fira absently twirled a dart between her fingers, and then threw it at the dart board that sat on her bedroom door. The dart hit squarely in the middle of the face attached to the board. A Hutt, Fira didn’t know, or care, which Hutt it was, had been their most recent target.

A smirk crossed her face. One shipment of slaves freed. Over 25 slavers dead. And one Hutt who would never be found. It had been a good day. And, well, those days were becoming few and far between.

She opened her bedroom door, and stepped into the dingy hall, she really did need to get around in investing in a cleaning droid, and smacked the button that would shut her room from the rest of the ship. 

“Fira~” A tiny slip of a girl, no older than 7, bounded over to her with a coloring book clasped tightly in her hand, “Good Morning!”

“Morning, Camma.” Fira slightly ran her hand over the young Miralian’s head, “You’re awake early.”

Camma beamed, her face twisting oddly with the array of scars that crossed it, “My hair started growing back! Just like you said it would! Bug gave me a ribbon, to help me look like a little girl.” She proffered a pastel pink ribbon, that Fira knew, for a fact, Bug had bought solely for Camma.

“I see it, it won’t be long until you’re hair is long enough for a braid again,” Fira replied warmly, “Go see if Bug will help you get it on, yeah?”

“M’kay,” Camma darted past her, and then she paused, “Oh! Mister Gray is in the cockpit. He’s mad enough to spit nails. You should check on him.”

“Can do, boss.”

Camma giggled in delight, and continued sprinting down the hall, while Fira turned and headed towards the lift that would take her from the lower levels and up to where Mister Gray was.

Gray was a human, much older than Fira was, who had been a gladiator for the majority of his life. He joined Fira when she freed him from the pits, and he vowed to remain by her side, until she grew tired of him.

“Morning, Gray.” Fira dropped into one of the seats, once she made sure that  the duct tape that was holding the seat together hadn’t pulled away any, “Camma says you’re mad enough to spit nails, what’s up?”

Gray spoke slowly, “Have you heard the latest from the Republic?”

“You know I don’t pay attention to Pubbie Propaganda.” Fira replied.

He watched her steadily, “They want peace agreements with the Hutt Cartel.”

Fira rolled her eyes, “Stupid slugs,”

“I don’t disagree, but if this agreement goes through we won’t be able to hit the Hutts without being put on Watchlists.” Gray said calmly, “...more, watchlists.”

“What’s wrong, boo bear? Nervous?”

“I’m not exactly looking forward to becoming Republic Enemy #1, no.” He paused, and then reached out and flicked her forehead, “Don’t call me that.”

She rolled her eyes, “Yeah, yeah. I hear you. What else did the news say?”

He stared at her for a moment longer, before he turned his gaze back to the datapad in his hand, “Not much. Other than the war isn’t going well for the Republic.”

“Yeah, well...one man’s war-”

“We are not going to profit off of the people who are losing their homes because of this war,” Gray said sternly.

“Did I say that?” Fira flickered her gaze over to him, “I meant that there’s plenty of salvage in B1 droids.”

Gray’s lips turned up slightly, “As you say, Lady Firebrand. Though, that does run the risk of making us look like we favor the Republic.”

“You can’t salvage human limbs, Gray. That’s gross. Though, I bet a lightsaber would sell for a pretty penny.”

“Lightsabers are generally attached to jedi, boss.” Gray pointed out.

“True.”

“Now get out of my cockpit, you’re cramping my style.”

“Oh, forgive me your majesty,” Fira said sarcastically, with an over flourished bow, “So sorry to overstep.”

*****

6 hours later, Fira was lounging in her throne, a dramatic centerpiece that was only hers by right of the fact that it was where she planted her ass several hours earlier, when Juffo, a Wookie who had also been a Czerka slave, strolled into the room.

“We’ve exited hyperspace near Fos,” He said, “There’s a problem.”

Fos was a Mid-Rim world that had a bustling underground slave market. The plan had been to disrupt the auctions happening this week, free the people who were trapped there, and maybe find some hint as to who was funding this particular market. Fira had her money on the Hutts. Gray was convinced it was someone else. 

“More problems?” Fira asked. She hated problems. Problems meant that she had to think to solve them.

“Yes. There’s a Republic Ship in orbit.”

“There’s a lot of Republic Ships all over the place, Juffo.” She pointed out, “They’re at war.”

He inclined his head in agreement, “This is General Kenobi’s Flagship. The Negotiator.”

Kanna made a face. She had opinions on the Jedi. For all that she’s never, actually, met one. Republic Lap Dogs was one of the nicer opinions she had. “How’s this a problem? We ignore them, they ignore us. Everyone’s happy.”

Juffo regarded her steadily, and Fira felt anxiety creep up her spine. The large Wookie had known her since she was an angry teenager. He knew her better than anyone on the ship. She was not going to like what he was about to tell her.

“Were you aware,” He began, his gaze never wavering from Fira, “That the clones have no rights. They aren’t citizens of the republic, and, in fact, I don’t believe they are even classified as Sentients.”

“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. They’re obviously sentients.”

“The Republic intentionally refuses to classify them as Sentients. Because, as you know-”

“You can’t enslave beings that aren’t sentient.” Fira finished. She soft flicker of rage that burned in her chest at all times, burst into a raging wildfire. “How many of our people are field ready?”

“What are you planning?”

“A visit to the Negotiator.”

“We are not capable of taking a warship.” Juffo’s voice was flat and no-nonsense. 

“Of course not,” Fira lightly tapped her lower lips with her knuckles, “But, we have an adorable 7 year old girl who can cry on command, and a comm that will reach the negotiator.”

Camma, who had been listening in, grinned. “I can do that! How many people do you want to come on board?”

“Just the one. Something-something don’t want anyone else to get hurt. Or something.” Fira said absently, as she waved her hand around. “And we’ll have Gray jump us to hyperspace as soon as we’re grab the person.”

“You’re advocating kidnapping, Fira.”

“Sounds festive.”

*******

“General,” One of the Vod’e working the comms had a troubled look on his face, “We have an incoming distress call coming in.”

“Just the call?” General Kenobi asked, frowning under his beard.

“Yes, sir. There’s no video feed connected at all.”

“Patch it through,”

There was silence for a moment, and then, just a little too loud, as though the person on the other end didn’t quite understand how these things worked, “H-Hello?”

A young child’s voice echoed through the comm, her voice was shaking, and she was obviously trying not to cry. “Can you hear me?”

“We can hear you.” Obi-Wan said gently, “My name is Obi-Wan, what’s yours?”

“...Ammy.” She replied, after a moment of hesitation, “Somethings wrong!”

“How do you mean?”

“We were coming here to go shopping, and then people just starting falling over!” Ammy wailed over the comms, causing a very uncomfortable feedback noise to echo across the bridge.

“Just started falling over?” General Kenobi murmured thoughtfully.

“Some kind of ship malfunction, perhaps?” Cody offered, frowning in thought.

“Makes the most sense, the ship does look pretty ancient.” General Kenobi replied, flicking his gaze from the holo, and out the viewport at the ancient looking vessel. “Ammy, can you tell me, are the other people on the ship still alive?”

Cody winced. That...wouldn’t have been how he worded that.

“I don’t know! I’m scared!” Ammy wailed even more.

“Okay, it’s okay.” Cody interrupted, “Where are you located, on the ship?”

There was a sniffle, “Um...In the cockpit.”

“Alright, someone will come over to check, I promise.” Cody continued.

“You’re sending people?” Ammy asked.

“Just the one. We’ll-” He paused when the comm crackled loudly and then went to static, “What happened?”

“Seems like their comm stopped working.” The tech answered with a frown, “Serious ship issues, it looks like Commander.”

“Who do you want to send over to the ship, Commander?” General Kenobi asked, ever the professional even when a child was in danger.

“I’m going myself. I won’t send anyone else into this situation blind, but I can handle most things, and,” He lightly rapped his helmet, “This will filter out most toxins.”

General Kenobi nodded slowly, “Alright. I’ll allow it.”

Cody rose a single brow, he hadn’t been asking, but he supposed it was nice to have his General on his side for this. He pulled his helmet on in a smooth motion and he left the bridge.

Less than 10 minutes later, a small shuttle left the Negotiator and attached itself to the Liberty.

“No communication from the Commander, General.” The Tech said quietly.

There was no movement for a moment, and then the computers started lighting up, and the techs sprang into action. “Sir, the ships engines just came to life.”

“Sir, they’re engaging their hyperdrive!”

The men on the bridge watched, horrified, as the Liberty vanished into hyperspace. With Commander Cody still on board.

*****

Cody woke with a blinding headache. He woke up with no weapons and no armor and locked in a cell. An actual cell. With bars. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to remember what happened. 

He entered the ship. He remembered seeing old bloodstains on some parts of the floor. He remembered it was uncomfortably hot, he had started sweating as soon as he entered a hallway. And then-

Oh. Right. The Wookie.

He heard the sound of boots against metal, and he slowly sat up, his mind racing. Who had him? Separatists? Ventress?

Well, whoever had him, wasn’t going to get anything out of him. He was Marshal Commander for a reason.

He lifted his gaze to glare at the person holding him, only to falter. It was...a girl? No, young woman. Short, but not tiny, wearing a clean leather jacket. She looked just as surprised as he was.

“Ah. You’re awake.” She greeted, turning and hopping to sit up on a cargo crate, “I’m Fira. Nice to meet you.”

He regarded her thoughtfully. She didn’t seem to be under any duress, she was clearly armed, though only with a pistol, and she didn’t seem to be openly hostile to him. “A member of the crew, I take it?”

“Captain, supposedly.” She replied, “Though Stars know that I don’t actually have any control over anyone on the ship.”

“...you kidnapped me.”

“I mean. Yeah. Technically.”

“Technically? Literally. You literally kidnapped me.” Cody snapped.

She squinted at him, “It wasn’t supposed to. We had plans! And then someone said something and I got mad, and it was a spur of the moment plan.”

Cody opened his mouth to respond, and then he frowned at her, “Why are you being so honest?”

“Cause we’re in hyperspace and you couldn’t go anywhere if you wanted to, love.” Fira shrugged easily, and leaned against the wall, “So, we might as well talk.”

“I don’t negotiate with terrorists,”

“Good thing this isn’t a negotiation then. And I’m not a terrorist. Pirate, maybe.” Fira grinned at him, “We, my crew and I, free slaves. You’re a slave, ergo we had to free you.”

He stared at her, stunned. Sure, he and his brothers were technically slaves, but they were doing what they were made for. It wasn’t right, but it wasn’t wrong either. Right? “Where’s my armor?”

“Safe. As are your weapons.” She looked him over with a small frown, “Bug isn’t happy. He says your underweight for a man your size, he’s going to fix that. The cells get cold, also, so you should have plenty of blankets and pillows to be comfortable.” Fira tapped her chin thoughtfully, “As for clothing...I’ll have Camma being you something a little less...ah...uniform-y. Be nice to her, she’s just a kid. And don’t stare.”

Cody scowled, he would stare if he wanted to, thank you very much.

“Right, well. Since you aren’t interested in chatting, I’ll be on my way. Unless you want to tell me your name?”

“...CC-2224.” He was surprised when a look of genuine grief crossed her face.

“Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m absolutely not calling you by a number.” Fira hopped down from her perch, “For now, I’ll just stick with Love.”

He did not want to be called that. But he was also not telling her his name. So he just scowled at her. She, in return, smiled at him, waved, and left the room.

Oh. He hated her.

Less than 10 minutes later, a little girl bounded in the room. Her face was covered in scars, and Cody had to force himself not to stare. “Hihi! I brought you some new clothes!”

“...Ammy, I take it?”

She giggled, “Camma! Fira asked me to bring you something new! She’s really nice isn’t she?”

“I don’t really like her,” He admitted.

“That’s okay. It’s hard, suddenly being free. You know?” Camma crouched and started slipping clothing through the bars, “I hated her for a long time after she freed me. But now I’m really happy she did.”

“You were a slave then?”

“Mm-hmm.” She nodded, “We all were. Including Fira. My Master’s daughter complained that I was prettier than her...so my master did this.” She gestured to her face, “but Fira saved me! And she made sure that my master would never hurt me, or anyone, ever again.”

“She kills slave owners then?”

Camma looked up at him, “They get what they deserve.”

He didn’t really have anything to say to that, so he just picked up the clothes, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I also brought a printed book! It’s one of Bug’s favorites. He’s coming by tomorrow to talk to you about your health.” Camma smiled at him, “I’ll come and visit too! But I have to go now, Fira says it’s important for me to get my education.”

“Okay.” He watched as she sprinted out of the room, and then he looked down at the clothes, and he sighed. 

He would wait until the right moment, and then he would escape. Like Fira said, he couldn’t go anywhere while they were in hyperspace anyway. At least the clothes looked clean. And he even had a fresher in his cell.

He would be fine until he could escape. They didn’t seem to want to hurt him, at the very least.

[homenecromancer]

had the short thought “man it’s wild that Jeb outlived Dr. Martinez”

briefly recalled an AU idea i wish i could just project onto paper, involving Jeb being like… sort of a ghost haunting his own cloned body

then had one of those flashes of inspiration that only occur when you don’t have writing materials:

AU where Valencia’s angry ghost first haunts Jeb — then gets thermonuclear furious when, after his death, she can’t find his ghost anywhere — and all that interwoven with recollections of her own life and death

the core, like, thesis statement would be along these lines: The funny thing is, I can’t find a trace of you anywhere — and you were always the one who couldn’t let go.

[charliecoxbf]

Paula is stuck in the bathroom.

This night was already super weird, and now she's stuck in the bathroom.

Whoever renovated this house did a terrible job!

Valencia walks up to the beam and says: "I can try. I have a deceptive amount of muscular strenght due to my amazing core"

Paula calls out from the bathroom: "her little bird eyes are not gonna do anything!"

Then I step up and I'm like, "I'll try. My second sophomore year I took a kinesiology class. That's college for gym."

Nothing happens.

Then we all look at Karen (the kind of deranged woman who's pretending to be some french chick).

Karen says: "sorry, Angelique has an epigastric hernia."

Gross.

I've had enough, so I say "we need to call someone. She's stuck in the bathroom.

She's stuck in the bathroom.

Let's call 911!"

Wow.

I can't believe believe it took us that long to come up with the most obvious solution.

Kind of embarassing.

Then Rebecca jumps and shouts "Yes! Yes! Hang in there Paula, we're gonna get you out!"

And she runs over to the phone, panicking.

Meanwhile, Paula is still stuck in the bathroom.

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Chickadees are universally considered “cute” thanks to their oversized round head, tiny body, and innate curiosity about everything surrounding them! These little birds are often found nesting in birch trees, and eating the tree’s “catkins” or seed clusters. This original painting of “Chickadee In A Birch Tree” was archivally presented in a textured iridescent green wood profile from Fotiou’s “Valencia” collection, double Crescent solid core matting, and TruVue 99% UV filtering and anti-reflective “Museum” glazing.

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[apropositodime]

Andre oggi parte, va con un suo amico sei giorni a Valencia.

Con lui parte anche la mia ansia 😁 ( strano 😜)

Ma sono strafelice per lui❤️

Gli auguro mille di questi viaggi.

Core mio.

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Client - Canadian Association For The Club Of Rome. Video promo / Core Values featuring non-human entities. Animation and sound by Birdhouse Design Valencia.

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