#why are you calling maul baby girl

[rooksunday]

okay i love corrie whump but please consider this:

the corries arrive on coruscant. their training at kamino was, shall we say, maladjusted, and then they are treat like shit by the natborns. however, unlike the GAR and their jedi and the wider galaxy, the corries have… no other example of how natborn society works.

so it must work like this, right?

i mean why else would the senators be like that.

so the corries start their casual blackmail, bullying, larceny, murder not out of revenge but just because That Is How Society Works

and after a little while maybe they accidentally have a burgeoning criminal empire, several senators in their pockets, a cordoned-off territory in the midlevel, and they’re working on expansion ever upwards

the corries have no idea that there’s a sith in the senate. there’s an arsehole or twenty but that’s okay, thorn has something on most of the aides and stone is collecting protection from the others. it’s all under control.

cody: i’ve heard your explanation

cody: i have a few more questions

bly, ferreting through the neglected datapads on fox’s desk: did you ever do any of this padwork?

fox: what are they gonna do, fire me?

bly: i want to be you when i grow up

[star-dust-shark]

pjo characters as weird and dumb things me and my friends have said

Percy: what the fuck is cockblocking like I can't block ur cock on Snapchat

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Will: UUUUUUUGH MY ASS HURTS- ooh look a butterfly

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Leo: I CANT FIND MY PRETTY STICKER- AW FUCK- SHIT- MY VAGINA- OOAOoOoOOooAHAHHAgh

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Jason: I can't actually believe I just agreed with you but hey here we are

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Reyna: why the fuck am I friends with any of you hoes

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Piper: should I...? too late I did it

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Will: the best way to rizz someone up is by rizzing them up *turns to friend, winks horribly* hey baby girl

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Rachel: one sec getting my anger out *aggressively splatters paint on canvas*

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Annabeth: sometimes I'm smart. When I'm smart, I'm smart. *awkward thumbs up and grimace*

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Octavian: fuck the gays they should all die ... I mean I could fuck some gays

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Hazel: I'll make you tea but not in a sweet way I'll make it so hot in burns your tongue and you can't speak for a week

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Frank: hey guys check me out I'm a furry on drugs *WOOOF WOOF BARK BARK BARK WOOF WOOF*

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Grover: I love plants :3 specifically magic mushrooms but like

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Leo: I mean I would totally fuck you but like respect man

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Will: Ugh fuck my life I hate everything *coldplay starts playing* I retract the previous statement I fucking love life

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Jason: UGH UR ALL SO DUMB but I'm in

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Nico: if u wanna kys clap ur hands *rapidly claps hands*

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Piper: *hypnotizes u with my beautiful blue orbs* come over to my house

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Hazel: respectfully hope you die <3

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Frank: I'm on acid what's it called when a ton of cats jump on each other a dog pile or a cat pile

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Reyna: OH THANK GOD- sike I don't believe in that motherfucker hahahha

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Annabeth: I'm so smart *holds up the one good test I got in school* see the teacher even gave me an 11/10 because I wrote my name in a cool font

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Leo: UUUUUGGGGGHHHH IM SO HORNY- *mom walks in* oh hi mom how are you

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Will: we can just... fuck. as friends though no homo.

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Rachel: IF I DON'T DRAW SOMETHING IN THE NEXT FEW MINUTES I AM GOING TO MAUL SOMEONE

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Octavian: you all suck and I hate you *silence* no wait come back

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Someone: haha ur gay

Nico: yeah??? and ur not?? like don't knock it until you try it dick is yummy man

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Hazel: someone just told me what smearing is and honestly I kinda wanna die *fix you by coldplay starts playing* LMAO WTF

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Frank: you sad ass emo dog just be happy

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Percy: I Am OnE wiTh ThE oCeAn AnD HopEfuLLy aLL oF ThE hOt MerPeOpLe In iT

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Leo: *talking to literally nobody* hey guys!! gonna go get my top surgery! *shows up at claires*

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Reyna: I only wanna die sometimes and that's normal right

RIGHT

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Will: *playing guitar* haha look guys I'm fingering A minor *strums violently*

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Jason: screw men *eyes widen* I should start taking my own advice ngl

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Will: *listening to a playlist that Nico made him* ugh my emo ass boyfriend and his stupid music I hate him *proceeds to write his name over and over again in diary with hearts around it*

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Nico: what if I strangle someone with a pair of earbuds

Will: please don't

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Leo: *in demonic voice* LeAf *eats it*

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Nico: *pulls gay flag out of pocket* omg it's u

Will: *shuffles around in pocket, finds condom* ... it's u, vanilla flavoured

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Leo: my name's Leo

Percy: and I like jugs

Nico: I'm mentally ill

Leo: and I'm on drugs :D

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Jason: is there anything better than pussy

Piper: I thought you where gay

Jason:

Jason: my boyfriend's trans?

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Will: the temptation to fuck an emo boy rn is killing me

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Leo: the masculine urge to

Leo:

Leo: I forgor

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Will: that's good!

Nico: like me in bed

*silence*

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Leo: smash or pass Ryan Gosling

Nico: SMASH

Will: PASS

Solangelo: *glares at each other*

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Nico: omg stop with that song

Will: but

Will: but you can take me hot to go :(

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Annabeth: yeah

Percy: yeah

Annabeth: *in funny voice* yeah

Percy *hentai moan* yEEEAAAaaH

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Leo: *pointing at Nico* EEEEEEWWWW AN EMOOOOOO EWWW

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Jason: never ever look up what an eyesha erotica lyric means

Reyna:

Reyna: oh you poor soul *pats back*

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Nico: I can't breathe

Will: just

Will: breathe air

Nico: I breathe drugs

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Piper: I'm gonna go play basketball

Leo: haha play with my balls

Jason: already do

Leo: *chokes on air*

well that's all sorry for the torture, thanks to @localcosplaymushroom, @crowwolf8, @justagremlinoncaffeine, and @secret-mewtwo for all of the funny convos that went into this

[zweetpea]

The Hatchling and The Cursed Princess

For @liuaneee

Once upon a time there was a princess-

“Hold on hold on! That’s so cliche!” Scara had the audacity to interrupt me. Anyway so it all started a long time ago-

“Audacity? This is my love story!”

Excuse you? Boy sit down before I make you sleep on the couch!

Anyway… where was I?

“Not so long ago?” He reminded.

Fine (¬_¬) it wasn’t so long ago. An old witch had been snubbed- really? Not gonna say anything?

“Nah, you’re spitting facts.”

Okay so the old hag had not been invited to the baby shower of the princess. 6 other Mages and their familiars were invited. They all gave the princess lovely gifts.

Venti and the dragon of the Winds gave the princess a beautiful voice. Zhongli and the drake of the Earth gave the princess the gift of loyalty. Nahida and the Aranara of the Flora gave the princess an exceptional mind (both brilliant and wise). Furina and the dragon of the Waters gave her beauty both inside and out. Murata and her dragon of flames gave her strength of will. And The Tsarista and her jester gave her true love.

Everyone was- boy what are you smirking at?

“nothing.” Scara barely tried to hid his smirk. “Hey! Don’t call me out.” He chuckled.

Anyway everyone was laughing and cheering and just when all the gifts had been handed out the Witch of the land far far away had appeared in a cloud of purple mist.

“A party? Without me?” She glared at the king and queen.

“We were very frightened.” Thanks mom. Note the sarcasm.

So the old ugly witch walked over to the king and queen who held their baby. Her familiar the Kitsune of lightning sat on her shoulder. She held out her hand and recited a spell.

“On the girl’s 20th birthday she will prick herself on an Electrograna thorn and die!”

Everyone cried out in horror as she summoned a strike of lightning and disappeared. The king and queen were devastated. They resolved not to loose their baby so they burned all the electrograna in the land and kept their baby under 24 hour surveillance at the castle.

“Because seriously, who decides “oh yeah let’s keep her safe by sending her away where we can’t look after her”?” Scara spitting facts there.

So the princess grew up surrounded by love and protection. One day she met an adorable cat, his fur the color of midnight. “Hello little kitty.” She said and in response the kitty nuzzled his face into her hand. “I’m gonna keep you.” She picks him up and walks into her room. She named the cat midnight after its beautiful black fur.

She’d sneak him lots of fish but after a few days the cat revealed his true form as a young boy around the same age as her.

“please no more fish.” He whined. “No I didn’t!”

Yes you did!

“I do not whine.”

Fine you begged. “I don’t do that either!”

Do you want to tell the story?

“gladly. She fell in love at first sight with me and my awesome powers-”

Okay that’s enough! The cat boy asked for something other than fish.

“acceptable.”

So the princess and the boy snuck through the castle to get the boy some bread and eggs. “Midnight. Why are you human.”

“Mine name isn’t Midnight. It’s… Scaramouche.”

“Nice to meet your Scara.” She shook his hand.

“Nice for you to meet me too princess.” They smiled at each other.

Over the years the two of them became the closest of friends. She watched him study magic. And he would do tricks for her.

Around her 20th birthday-

“Wait wait wait! You’re going to skip 15 years?! But so much happened in that time! The time I almost died falling out of a tree and you caught me. The time I transformed into a black leopard and mauled a guy for kissing you. Your 18th birthday-”

We are not going to mention my 18th birthday.

“You looked pretty in pink lace though.”

Scara! Do not be a perv right now! Anyway it was around the princess’s 20th birthday-

“Okay skip the best part of that day but tell the rest of that story at least!”

The- the best part!? WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE BEST PART!!

“just saying.”

Stop being a perv or get out!

“Okay I’ll stop but tell the rest of the story!”

Okay, okay. “My dear scara comes back today!” The princess cheered as she ran through the halls. He had left three years before to go to this magic academy.

After the “incident” with him-

“the third greatest moment in my life.”

The princess and- third!?

“First is a three way tie between our wedding and the kids births”

So what’s the second?

“Our wedding night.”

Wipe that smirk off your face! Anyway the princess came to properly greet her friend after three years of being apart. Only to find another girl snuggling up to him, he however didn’t look all that pleased to be there.

“Scara? Who’s this?” Her smile was strained.

“I’m Mona. I’m courting him.” She said with a smirk.

“No she’s not!” “Well she wasn’t doing a very good job. I didn’t want her to.”

I know Scara. Anyway the princess smiled at her. “It’s nice to meet you Mona. I didn’t know women could court me.”

“It’s probably not something you need to think about considering you’ll have an arranged marriage. Who’s the viscount you’ll be marrying?” She asked insincerely.

“It’s me- “considering what happened this morning.”

Hey! I’m trying to tell the story.

“Well I remember what I said that day.”

Stop interrupting me! Anyway Scara assured the princess Mona was just a classmate. Barely an acquaintance of his.

Anyway on the-

“You’re not going to talk about how you beat the crap out of Mona when she kissed me?”

I did that to avenge you after her assault.

“It was just a kiss.”

That happened without your consent! That’s assault! Anyway So on the princess’s 20th birthday her parents held a party for her.

“My dear Scara. I do hope you’ll accompany me to my Party tonight.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He looked away ashamed. “Shut up.”

You did. Anyway the princess responded, “But, I really want to share this moment with you. Mother and Father said that after Tonight I could roam the world as I please. Tonight is my last night in the palace for a while. Plus I want the first face of the night to go to you. Please?”

“Fine.” He said against his better judgment.

“I thought it was worth it when she gave me a hug right after.” Cut it out you cheese ball.

It was later that night and the princess had dressed up in a beautiful purple dress to match Scaramouche’s purple suit. He took her hand in the ball room as many of the older nobles gasped and glared. She didn’t care, she was having the time of her life in his arms. Stop smirking Scara. Anyway after the dance the monarchs tore their daughter away from him.

“Get away from her you monster!” The King yelled.

“Father what are you doing?!”

“Sweetheart you don’t know what you’re doing. This is Kunikuzushi. He’s the son of The Witch Raiden! His mother cursed you to die today!” The king explained.

“Well he’s not her! He didn’t curse me!” She exclaimed. “I want him here!”

“WHY?!” The king exclaimed in terror.

“Because I love him!” The ballroom fell silent upon her declaration.

“I- I should go.” Scara looked down and walked away curling in on himself.

“Scara wait!” The princess called to him but it was too late. She started to run after him, but the guards kept her in place. “Let me go father!”

“You don’t know what you’re doing.”

“I do! I love him! I can’t live without him!” She shouted.

“You said that?” Shut up.

She slipped away from the guards and ran out to look for him. “Scara! Scaramouche! Come back please!” But it was too late. He was gone and she was taken back to her room by the guards.

After a while of the princess crying a woman appeared on her balcony. “My my. What a cute little pet my son has.” She came over to the princess.

“Stay away!” She scooted to the back of her bed.

“tsk tsk tsk. Silly girl I’m here to help. Your father slighted me 20 years ago and when I called him out for it he made up lies about me. Why do you think you’ve never heard anyone tell you about a curse before?”

“I… I don’t know?”

“You said you love my baby, right?”

“I do! I love Scara- Kuni more than anything. More than my own life.”

The witch grinned at this. “Then give me your hand and I shall take you to him.” Without a second thought the princess reached out and took the witch’s hand.

“ow!” She shrieked as the witch revealed a small Electrograna thorn in her hand. The world became dark. The witch cackled as she ran everyone else out of the castle.

A few hours later Scara showed up to save the princess! It wasn’t easy and (he had to kill his mom who’d turned herself into a dragon) but it was worth it in the end.

Until he got to the tower and saw her lying on the ground. He tried an assortment of different spells to revive her. He hadn’t known one had worked and so he held her in his arms and placed one kiss on her lips. A final farewell to his love.

“That’s weak for a first kiss. How about you come over here and give me a proper one?”

“You’re alive!” He exclaimed and hugged her.

“All thanks to you.” She kissed him again.

“Okay why is what I did fine but what Mona did is Assault?” I told you I loved you a few hours beforehand, you had my consent. You always have my consent to kiss me.

Anyway so the King and Queen came back and accepted Scaramouche as one of their own citizens. Then a few months later the two got married.

“And that is how your father and I got together.”

Bonus:

“Happy birthday Mama!” The children cheered in unison. Their mother opened up the box to find a Lolita style pink lacy dress. They had the idea because of what their dad said in the story. However he was referring to different garments at the time, though they’d have no way of knowing that.

Needless to say she was not pleased.

[seramilla]

Carmilla was honestly half a second away from ripping apart the Vees where they sat smugly at her table in her building.

She was getting so damn tired of their shit.

"Mama." Odette drew her attention and Carmilla looked at her eldest who was holding her phone to her ear.

To the other overlords confusion the three Carmines spoke in rapid Spanish to each other before Carmilla sighed and nodded.

Almost immediately the door burst open and a small winged body came rushing in, a phone in her hand.

"Mama! Mama!" The little one said brightly and it raced up to Carmilla who smiled softly and crouched down to scoop up the toddler.

"Hello there my little angel. Why did you steal Mommy's phone?" Carmilla asked easily plucking the cell from the girls hand and the toddler giggled.

"I gotta call before I barge in. And I need mamas help!" The toddler said and Carmilla was suddenly a lot more serious and her eyes moved over the child before glancing at the doorway.

"Need my help with what Emmy? And where's your mommy?" Carmilla asked and the little angel pointed out the door she ran in through.

"Mean man tried hurting me. Mommy was beating him up. I wanna beat him up too but I need help." The toddler said and Clara snorted at that but hurriedly muffled it.

"I see...well how about mama goes and helps mommy while you stay with your hermanas hm chiquita?" Carmilla asked and the toddler beamed and nodded and was in Odettes arms.

"I'll be right back. I just need to go help my wife murder someone." Carmilla told the other overlords before she was out the door and there was silence for a long moment.

"Did she say wife?" Vox asked slowly as he looked at the others who nodded dumbly.

"Ay the woman's got another brat?" Valentino asked in disbelief as he looked at the toddler.

"Hi! I'm Emily! Are you some of mamas friends?"

Carmilla and Sera tag-teaming to murder a guy who threatened baby Emily is giving me LIFE! 😂😂

This is one of those situations where Carmilla is so petty, she gaslights the Vees into believing she's had a wife and third child this whole time. Vox and Valentino eventually just think they've gone insane, because no one else is backing them up!

Carmilla and Sera walk in with the corpse of the demon they mauled, and Vox and Valentino are just sweating bullets for the entire meeting. The demon isn't even recognizable anymore. Zestial takes the dead guy somewhere, for...reasons only known to him.

The Vees are reminded that day why they never try to mess with Carmilla. Or Zestial, for that matter...the old-timer is so cryptic and creepy. He gives them the heebie-jeebies. He could also probably snap them out of existence with a gesture. So of course Emily takes to Zestial like a fish to water, and he is equally protective of her.

[angelsberrymilk]

AU where Sam and Dean find out they have an 11 month old half brother a year after John Winchester's death. And worst of all, his mum is just about 20.

I need the angst, the anger and the fucked up situation of it all.

When they first meet the girl, she's a waitress at a shitty dinner in a random town, serving Dean his greasy burger and Sam his salad. She looks so terribly young and exhausted despite the polite customer service smile and laughs she lets out.

She's pretty and Dean throws one of his charming grins her way and flirts with her, watching her trying to keep it professional and scribble aggressively their orders in her little notepad. Sam kicks him under the table, feeling bad for the girl. And then she leaves, but without Dean's eyes following her until she disappears to the back.

Then her manager gets brutally mauled in the diner by the monster of the week after closing hours and Dean and Sam investigate the scene. They spend a night after the other following each of her co-workers back to their homes, watching over them and for the beast to strike. Nothing happened, not a single peep from the monster. And so the next night was her turn to be stalked by the brothers in the dead of night, parked not far away from the filthy and run-down apparently she calls home.

They wait, and wait, taking turns walking around the building in case anything pops up. Until a screams makes them run up the stairs with weapons in hand, breaking the door without a second thought. Bullets fly and sobs gets louder and louder from the poor waitress, curled on the floor against the wall. When the thing's dead and it's all over, Dean tries to get her to stop crying, until he realises it wasn't her sobbing but a little baby boy clutched to her chest and he gets hit with hauntingly familiar eyes and dark hair.

Sam helps the girl up when Dean is all but frozen, still dripping with sweat and hair stuck in every direction and smelling of the impala and shitty coffee.

The girl shushes her babyboy, trying to stop her body from trembling and trying to rip her eyes away from the disgusting sight in the middle of her flat, blood soaking most of the wooden floorboard at their feet.

It takes them a while to all calm down, sitting in the other side of the flat, on her bed with her babyboy still in her arms. Her eyes look foogy, they have that far away look in them, her hair sticking in all directions and her thin t-shirt falling of one shoulder, blood drops drying on her barefeet from the chaos.

"Who are you? You're not FBI.." She whispers, looking up at Sam and Dean with a sad and scared face, a face that only begs to be hugged and protected from all dangers of the world.

"We're hunters, we help get rid of-- monsters." Sam explains, trying and failing to give her a reassuring smile, unable to look at her in the eyes for too long.

"How old are you?" Dean suddenly asks and she feels scared, his tone empty of any comfort.

Sam doesn't say anything but looks at Dean, frustration, anger and fear swimming behind his tired eyes.

"Why?" She asks, eyes flitting between the two in fear.

"Answer the question." Dean repeats.

"Dean," Sam says, unsure what he's even trying to do. He wants to know too, this couldn't be a coincidence at all, the little boy looks a lot like their father and them for that matter.

"I'm," She clears her throat, "I'm 20."

"Fuck," Dean says and all but collapses on her bed, sitting with his elbows on his knees, Gun still in hand while his hands covered his face.

"What?" She says, eyes wide. "What does that have to do with anything?" She quickly asks, defensive and scared at the same time, looking at Sam, eyes begging for answers.

"Who's his dad?.." Sam asks and gulps, watching her while Dean has a breakdown next to her on the bed.

"Uhm... It was a one night stand and I didn't bother looking for his dad-- But I don't understand-"

"Just answer the question." Sam cuts her off, making her flinch. He grimaces at her reaction and adds a, "Please..." Just for good measure.

She looks down at her babyboy sleeping against her chest, and back up at Sam, "He said his name was John."

And Sam throws up right then and there.

[toplines]

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE STOP REPOSTING GIFS.

“bu…bubu- but they’re just wittle pixels and digital images rwight 🥺” no. we spend hours on gifs or even one singular gif to make edits for FREE on tumblr dot com. name a person who asked us to do this. no one!! exactly!! we make gifs bc its enjoyable and fun but people like reposters suck the fun out of it!!! and do NOT go and tell us that “gifs aren’t that hard to make” baby girl what do u think we do? go online and search for a video downloader and download it at like a crappy 720p and go to like literal ezgif dot com and all the gifs just MAGICALLY have their effects, typography, colouring, blending, animation, quality all up and ready? why dont u try and make a gif. hm.

and also, @ all of you “gif collectors” or some fanfic writers. lemme tell u a secret. an itty bitty secret. did u know��� theres this really cool thing called PROPERLY CREDITING? im not talking about a stupid “credits to the owners” no. it isn’t that hard to properly source the creators or accounts.

that wasn’t so hard, hm?

also oh my god, do NOT go around saying you made these gifs when it is so obvious you didn’t. no bff, it isn’t a coincidence we have the same sharpening AND colouring settings.

and hey, i’ll stop my angry typing for a minute and just say that if you wanna learn how to make gifs there are plenty of amazing accounts and tutorials that are incredibly detailed. here are a few i recommend:

how to: make high quality gifs by sith-maul

giffing 101 by cillianmurphy

giffing and colouring tutorial by sashafierce

how to fix and avoid orangewashing characters by maxchapman

how to fix and avoid white/pink/yellowwashing by jeonwonwoo

how to: colouring east & southeast asians by blueshelp

pastel gifs: a tutorial by completeresources

how to fix and avoid whitewashing in pastel gifs by fadenet

and for those who don’t want to pay/ t*rr*nt photoshop:

free giffing tutorial by ashleysolsen

photopea gif tutorial by lacebird

and @usergif has a bunch of directories and navigation for tutorials and inspiration!

again, there are so many useful tutorials if you’d just look.

i know this probably won’t stop all reposters (unfortunately) but i hope those reposters that are reading this realise how messed up stealing gifs are. it isn’t funny or cool to see gifs that you’ve spent so much time on only to be reposted here or on other sites without credit or being claimed as someone elses.

we’re just asking for a proper credit on your post or maybe even stop reposting in whole. im sure you had good intentions in making those posts, but you have to understand how much it hurts. at this point, we have to put our watermarks in the middle of our gifs to avoid people cropping them out.

and please, PLEASE reblog edits. you have no idea how diminishing it is to see such a crappy like to reblog ratio. remember this hellsite has such a crappy algorithm so reblogging is essentially one of the only ways to give posts more traction

AGAIN. dont repost gifs. dont steal gifs without credit. dont belittle gifmakers. just stop being so disrespectful and rude and have a brain for once. thank you for reading.

edit: ive noticed ppl asking why i kinda like insulted those who use 720p and ezgif, im really sorry if i made it sound like a bad thing !! i was just very angry writing this aaaadjskdks gifmaking, HQ or not is valid and nobody deserves to get their creations stolen !

[rhodesrider]

Brothers…

CG!Jey Uso x Little!Fem!Reader || CG! Jimmy Uso x Middle! Dasha (OC)

Warnings: Age regression, constant fighting (Acts that came from the result of the RR 2024), affirmations, mentions of kitchen knife, slight cussing

Minors DNI 18+

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The twins both glare at each other as they sat across from each other. Not once have they broken eye contact, both remembering the showdown on Saturday before the other number came in. Both Y/N and Dasha both sat on the larger couch in the middle of the room a bit nervous to even say anything. Dasha looked over at Jimmy seeing his deadly glare, Y/N glanced usually seeing Jey in cheerful moods but it just seems so different it scared her some. Dasha sighed and grabbed her carebear sunshine and threw it straight at Jimmy. Y/N tried to stop her quick but it was too late, she launched it at Jimmy and soon saw it was caught while still having the stare down. “Princess no throwing things.” He said low as he mauled his brother with his eyes. “I’m trying to enjoy my play date with my bestie and you are acting like a butt.” She pouted. Soon Jey snapped out of it looking at Y/N, seeing the look on her face displeased him. Dasha rolled her eyes and grabbed Y/Ns hand taking her to her playroom. “Hopefully you two don’t kill yourselves.” She muttered as they went upstairs. Jey sat back in his chair, sighing at his actions seeing that it made Y/N upset. “Damn you can’t even be a good care-“ “You finish that sentence y’all gone need another table uce.” Jey hissed at Jimmy. Jimmy just smirked. “Oh so you dealing with Dasha like that made you Daddy of the year?” Jey confronted. Jimmy rolled his eyes but also remembered the look and words that Dasha gave. “Well it’s yo fault.” Jimmy said trying to put blame on his brother. Jey just gave him a look and sighed in defeat. “Shut up man.” “Don’t tell me to shut up.” At this point it’s sibling banter and they are gonna continue this for a while. Y/N was still listening in.

“Y/N you wanna have a tea party? Jimmy finally let me get a kettle in my playroom! I just have to be careful.” Y/N didn’t say a word while sitting on the highest step just listening to them. “I miss it when they were friends…” Y/N held on to her teddy bear sighing remembering when Jey was in the bloodline and they were getting along. It’s kind of confusing and too much for her now. Dasha sympathized with her. “I know, Daddy has been so different since working with uncle Roman more and uncle solo. But it’s their job. He doesn’t wanna let family down…” “He let his brother down.” Y/N mumbled. Dasha doesn’t agree with all the bloodline does, so again she understood where Y/N came from. “Hey I know, wanna have a picnic outside?” Dasha smiled. “You think right now is the perfect time to have a lunch?” Y/N asked. “It’s the perfect time sweetie.” She smirked having a great idea.

After a while of silence, the twins were wondering what the girls were up to. They soon saw them running down the stairs with tablecloths and a white basket. “No running.” Jimmy voiced and they slowed down. “What are y’all up to anyway?” Jey asked. “Picnic.” Dasha said plainly and continued to get ready. Y/N did the same and got up ingredients for the food they were gonna make. “Do y’all need some-“ “No.” The girls said in sync and the twins looked at each other. Not in a murder way but a concerned daddy way. “Ok…y’all call us if you need us.” They continued to get stuff together, Dasha was the oldest in her headspace so she handled sharp stuff. She grabbed a big knife though and Jimmy jumped up going to her. “Babygirl here’s a butter knife.” “But I can’t cut the sandwiches with this daddy.” “I’ll cut the sandwiches then I just don’t want you hurting yourself mamas.” She nodded and got a kiss on her forehead. Dasha sent a small signal to Y/N and soon she went to climb the counter. Jey quickly ran to get her down. “Baby why?” “I need to get the peanut butter for the ants on a log.” Jey sighed and got the peanut butter down for her, “Next time princess asked for me not just do it yourself, I don’t want you hurt.” Jey smiled. She nodded. “Can you help me with my sandwiches and treat please papa?” Y/N smiled. Jey glanced at Jimmy who wasn’t even worried about him anymore. He was busy helping Dasha and praising her on the amounts of food she’s measuring right. Jey nodded and helped her on the other side of the kitchen.

Dasha and Y/N placed the food outside after the twins helped them set up. “Y’all made a lot of food.” Jimmy said a bit hungry himself. Y/N sat her teddy down in a chair next to her. “Yea we did.” Dasha said glancing at him while putting on her tiara. “We could join y’all if you want.” Jey suggested. “Sure just don’t start fighting? Unless you can’t do that.” Dasha said and sat down. Jimmy saw that a bit unfair looking at Jey, “Come on mamas.” “No there is no come on, you two fight more than me and Angelica. Either you two stop bickering and sit with us, or you go back in the house and fight.” Dasha voiced. Y/N looked at Jey, he looked back and sighed. “Jimmy, I know you don’t like me right now but it’s for the girls…” Jimmy looked at Dasha who gave him the ultimatum and sipped out her cup. “Fine…” “What was that?” Jey asked. “I’ll do it. But this don’t change anything-“ “Please Mister Jimmy…” Y/N said low playing with her shirt just wanting them to get along for now. Jey saw the look in her eyes and sat down across from Y/N. “Come on man.” Jimmy sighed and went to sit next to his brother. “Is that turkey?” Jimmy asked getting a nod from Dasha and getting the sandwich. At first it was awkward, but then they started laughing, telling stories on old times of fighting together and even when they were little. Y/N smiled mouthing to Dasha thank you, she nodded and she grabbed an ant on a log stick giggling.

After the picnic, they cleaned up and got their stuff together to get ready to go. “Today was fun!” Y/N said hugging Dasha, she hugged back and the brothers still were talking to each other with no sign of murder. “Me too! Can she come back next weekend?” Jimmy and Jey looked at each other and smiled. “Sure princess.” Dasha smiled and Y/N hugged Jey happy. “Come on baby it’s getting late.” Jey dapped his brother up and walked out the door but realized what he just did. “Huh.” Jimmy smirked, Jey looked back seeing his brother flip a bird. “You still an enemy uce.” “Just set it to the side for the girls.” He smirked and returned the bird. “OOOOOOO IM TELLING UNCLE ROMAN!” Jimmy quickly got in the house. “Ayo chill!” Jey laughed and looked at Y/N, who was calling Cody. “Hey wait I’m sorry angel!” She giggled locking the car so she could continue her snitching. “Come on baby I’m sorry!!!” Jey cried out.

Y/N was just happy to see the twins together somewhat, she was tired of the fighting so why not get them to work in the same place. Dasha and her were happy the plan worked and also had an awesome day. Happy that the fighting stopped. For now.

[m1lfsh4ke]

Small Drabble of the next req !

You ignored her, continuing to pat down her body with your palms, careful to not touch areas you weren’t supposed to

“Sweet girl, I told you I’m fine. Why do you even care so much?”

You didn’t want to tell her. You couldn’t. It’d be wrong and downright dreadful, but at the same time, it felt right. so fucking right. Your voice got stuck in your throat. You were unable to speak, forcing the tears to stream down faster to your cheeks. You take a look at your surroundings, not seeing a single individual in sight other than Marilyn. You felt like you were about to have a word vomit, one too many things wanting to be said in your mind but-

Sky’s the limit, right?

“Because I love you, Marilyn!” The tears were nearly turned into sobs. Marilyn seemed taken aback by your response, confused. “You love me?” She repeated, almost in a whispering tone. “Yes! S-so much! I mean god, after what happened to Rowan, and now hearing about Eugene mauled almost half to death made it worse! You could’ve died out there, Marilyn!”

You could see a shine in her eyes. A spark, if that’s what you’d prefer to call it. “Baby..” she breathed out, looking deeply into your gaze, hand on your cheek, capturing the tears prickling down your face. She continued to search in your eyes, almost like she was looking for confirmation.

“A-and I know it’s wrong, b-but-“ you were cut short. Feeling a pair of lips surge to yours made you gasp slightly.

Was this real? It took you a second to register if this moment had been genuine. It was good. Too good to be true that you couldn’t even believe it for one second.

You lean in closer, kissing her back, leaving your hands to wander aimlessly up to her waist and the back of her head, pulling her closer until there wasn’t a gap between. Fuck, it wasn’t fake after all. Everything was real.

“Darling girl..” she murmured against your lips, “please, let me take you upstairs..” her voice sounded desperate. Like she needed this more than you.

You couldn’t help but moan at her words, roughly capturing her lips again, making her back stumble against a wall before Marilyn grabbed ahold of your hand, breaking the kiss and hurrying you upstairs.

...

A/n: Something I've been working on since last week but eventually just left it in my drafts and now i've spent nearly two hours finishing this req :p

[creekschaoscorner]

GUESS WHO SAW THE FNAF MOVIE

It’s theory time baby 😎 because I am incapable of being normal about things I like!

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT, YOU HAVE BEENW WARNED

First things first, I’ve gotta say, I kinda love the bait and switch they did with the Freddy and Golden Freddy spirits, as much as it was also a little confusing.

Looking at this photo right, you’d assume that the kid in the brown shirt is freddy and the kid in the yellow shirt with the tophat is golden freddy, right? And yet, when Max is being lured towards Freddy, it’s the kid in the yellow shirt luring her closer, and it’s his voice that comes from inside.

And in the only scene where Golden Freddy appears, so does the kid in the brown shirt. He even says “Not Freddy” when Abby calls him Freddy. He’s the leader of the group the whole time, and seemingly the most intelligent, always portrayed standing out from the rest. Not to mention, something very important- Golden Freddy never actually enters the building. He stops outside when Abby goes in. And in the dream sequence where the kids attack Mike- it’s the kid with the bunny ears, the kid with the hook, the girl with pigtails, and the kid in the yellow shirt with a tophat. Bonnie, Foxy, Chica, Freddy. Not Golden Freddy, because he isn’t in the building. Why he isn’t? I don’t know. But another thing: we’ve seen a blonde kid with straight cut bangs before

The Vengeful Spirit from UCN. And the way the kid in the brown shirt watches William at the end of the movie? You can’t tell me that’s not a vengeful spirit thing to do.

Anyways. Finally getting to my actual point with this. The theory!

So, the cupcake. Pretty much the most feral animatronic in the whole movie. Overall much more aggressive then the other four, to the point that prior to the start of the movie it was locked away in a cabinet. It behaves pretty much as Chica’s attack dog.

And where have we seen Chica (or the little girl inside of her) with a dog before? 🤔

….yeah you probably could’ve guessed where i was going with this. This theory is pretty much just speculation, that I only really have two main pieces of evidence for: number one being what I already mentioned, that the cupcake is overall much more aggressive and less intelligent then the other animatronics; number 2 being that there is absolutely no way a human child could’ve been fit into that cupcake (ignoring the fact that all five of the missing children are already accounted for). But a dog, especially a little one? One of the breeds we associate with being “ankle biters”? Absolutely

Anyways yeah I genuinely could not tell you whether this is the case or not but I thought it was a cool possibility and it’s the interpretation I’m sticking with 🫡

(Also it was a nice touch that the guy the cupcake mauled was named Carl. I appreciated that nod to the fanbase, as well as his midnight motorist t shirt. Honestly all of the easter eggs and references in this movie were top tier)

Overall, i loved the movie and it will be plaguing my thoughts for the next couple of weeks. If you read all of this, thanks! I appreciate it

[evansbby]

Question for Poyt Steve.

I know this is nothing like omega, but how would Steve react if she tried to wrestle with him.

Would he react all smug and tell her to knock it off before she regrets her words.

Or play along with her as he knows the outcome of thier little game.

Anywho! I love you and the way you write! Plsass never stop writing!

Why is this the cutest thought ever??? I can’t get enough of these two, I want them in any and every cute scenario ever!! 💕💕😩😩

So, it would be super OOC for omega to want to wrestle Steve. I mean, she’s too shy to even talk to him properly half the time😩 also, she’s not stupid and she knows that she could never beat him at anything physical😌 but let’s say one day, poyt!Steve is watching wrestling on TV and he gets a depraved idea 😏😏😏😏

He calls omega over and of course she comes immediately (she was in the kitchen, baking cookies bc she is trying to perfect her cookie recipe bc she’s compiling a little recipe book secretly except she wants no one to know this bc she’s shy and insecure about her abilities and thinks it’s not good enough😩) ANYWAYS, Steve calls her over and she comes in her little cherry print apron and Steve gets hard immediately😌

Steve’s like, “baby, let’s play a game😈” and omega is like 😕😕 bc she knows Steve’s “games” usually end in him railing tf out of her. And Steve’s like, “let’s play wrestling. If I win, you give me something I want, and if you win… I’ll give you anything you want.” And omega’s like, “b-but I’ll lose😔” and Steve’s like “don’t be so pessimistic baby.”

And of course Steve gets what he wants and he figures this is an easy way to maul her around and mess with her (somehow make her cry bc that gets him hard too). He also likes how weak, docile and submissive she is with him, that makes him hard too. And he easily pins her, laughing all like “c’mon omega, try harder. Isn’t there something you’d really want me to do for you if you win?“

(And omega can’t help but think that if she wins, maybe she’d ask Steve for a bubble bath and a cuddle, maybe a movie and a quiet night in that doesn’t end in sex. Or maybe she’ll ask to be excused from cooking him dinner tonight since she’s already kind of tired from all the baking? She knows she’ll never win and she’s too shy to ask him for all this anyways, but a girl can dream, right?)

Anyways, back to the wrestling. Steve basically commands omega to try harder and she really doesn’t want to bc she’s not violent and she hates the thought of hurting him (as if she ever could). Anyways, the wrestling itself is kind of funny, just them rolling around and omega giggles and Steve even lets out a snort of amused laughter bc his omega is really so fucking cute when she’s play wrestling

BUT ANYWAYS as an omega she’s actually quite quick so she manages to wriggle out of his grasp and dodge him at one point and Steve is like !!!!! And then Steve gets… weirdly competitive and actually grabs her and throws her on the bed really hard and she’s all like ow!! 🤕😣😩 bc her arm twists 😔😔😔 and she’s a baby when it comes to pain so she starts crying bc it hurts!!! And Steve is like… half kind of feeling bad for accidentally twisting her arm and half turned on as fuck bc she looks hot when she’s helplessly crying.

Guess which feeling of his wins out? 😅😅😅

He ends up fucking her hard then and there. But he babies her extra extra extra afterwards. Like, condescending babying and he actually does draw them both a warm bath as a form of ultra rare poyt!Steve aftercare! So omega kind of gets what she wants… 😌😩

[beskarberry]

Ok so I really wanted to write something for new years but instead I had a panic attack bcz I realized I literally don't know how to write anymore lol so i wrote this just to make myself laugh written dieter bravo x f reader warnings: dieter bravo

the worst fic ever

k so like ur sitting at home and in ur pjs all comfy with ur cat and watching netflix eating popcorn off ur shirt when u hear a knock at ur door. u get up and spill all your shirtcorn on the floor, but carry your cat with u because you didnt order anything from amazong in like 3 days so kitty might have to maul a bitch. u open the door and it’s the hottest man ever, dieter bravo. u almost drop kitty bcz you just say dieter bravos hot face on the covere of the magazine u keep in the bathroom, but the real face was way less wrinkly or melted from the shower. the plush duck face lips were the same hto. 

“hey b b girl” dieter sais, leaning on ur doorframe, his ugly wookie pelt robe falling open to reveal he is wearing nothing but boxers and crocs. “i heard u enjoy eating junk food and getting your junk food ate out. do u wanna sit on my face?” 

ur like “omg dietr bravo!! im not wearing any makeup!! or pants!!” but he just lafs at that because tahts what he likes about u. 

“ya girl i know thats why im heer. the way u scratch ur ass called me like a siren and i just had to come get a taste of that sweet couch cake.” he pushes his sunglasses up on his head, his eyes are bloodshot from smoking too much weed. “well? do u wanna have sex with me or not?”

“duh,” u spit, setting kitty on the floor. “but im not sitting on ur face, my kneeds will give out.”

“right on.” he loafs in to your house, tripping over kitty whne she swats at his tatered robe. “i like your raccoon”

“dont look her in the eye or she will eat your face.” u say right before smushing your face into his. his mouth tastes like doritos and montain dew, and he smells like an old couch that you crashed on once. his chest is sticky when you put ur hands on it, kind of crunchy too, just like that couch. he has huge hands that scoop under ur ass and throw you on the bed and rip of your pjs. ur phone goes flying out the pocket, probsbly never to be seen again. 

hes on top of you fast, pinnning you to the bed, slopply groping under ur shirt for ur boobs that bounce boobily. he chokes u with ur tank top trying to get it off but u kinda think thats hot. his robe hits the floor and skitteres away, leaving him in his boxers he got for christmas in 1998. his cocke is huge, huger than his hands. it snaps the elastic and booings out on to your tumpy. 

“dont worry baby ckaes ull get this dick after i get taht snatch” he grabs ur legs and throws them over his shoulder and eats ur pussy until u scream and cum all over his face. he snorts it like coke

“omg mr bravo how do you eat pussy so good??!” you breate breathlessley

“i like pudding cups and i never leav them empty.” he pulls actual coke out of his hair and stuffs it up his nose. “ r u ready baby gril?”

“yes daddy!” 

he likes that. he fuckes his whole schmeat into ur cunt and it eats it all up. the sound is os wet and obscene it sounds like a car wash. he fucks you and cums all over ur tits, then flips u over and fucks u again but then coms on ur ass. there is so much cum. u are cumming too. the bed breaks from so much fucking and cumming. dieter keeps going until his coke high wears off. u totaly almost die bcz uv never been fucked so good and so much

“wow mr bravo thank u” u say. talking makes cum gush out ur ass

“ur welcom. btw ur my wife now.” he lights a joint

“ok but u have to stop doing so many drugs”

“sure” 

he buys u ur own crocs and u love happily ever after

[kimageddon]

A Prince of Dathomir - 117

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Maul x Nightsister OC (Zaiya Valessa) - Slight Canon Divergence

Word count: Approx 2700

Contains/Warnings: Child Death, Death, mentions of abuse and child abuse.

Chapter Summary: The Family deal with the aftermath of their hunt, and take the spoils of it.

Notes: (At the end, and a special announcement!)

Hunt - Part 2

Zaiya stared down at the Jedi as she faded, her face was serene. It was almost unnerving to witness. A grim look crossed Zaiya’s features, watching as Feral reached down and plucked the now forgotten lightsaber from the forest floor. 

A wheeze drew her attention back to the fallen Padawan. Zaiya said nothing as she approached, and knelt beside the dying teenager. He was such a fighter, but there was nothing that could be done to help him now. 

The Nightsister pursed her lips and looked into his eyes. 

She raised her blade. 

“Mon-monster,” he hissed through gurgling breaths and blood spattered lips. 

“I know.” 

She brought her blade swiftly across his throat, ending his suffering. It didn’t make her feel any better. 

“Let’s go,” Feral said as he picked up the boy’s lightsaber from beside the body.

“Not yet,” Zaiya replied firmly. “They were headed to the village. There’s clones there, we can deliver their payload--” she gestured to the Padawan’s pack, “and leave the bodies to be taken care of in whatever way the Jedi see fit.” 

Feral was silent for a moment. 

“Why?” he asked, with obvious disdain. 

“Because--” she scoffed. She was at a loss, but this was important. “Because I said so.” Feral shot her a wary look. Zaiya fixed him with an emotive stare. “I need your help with this, Feral. I can… I will try to explain later. Please.” 

There was a moment of tense silence. Eventually, the Nightbrother’s shoulders slumped and he rolled his eyes. 

“Fine, we will appease your sense of honour,” he huffed. 

----

There was a hollowness in Zaiya’s chest. Killing the child had not been the intention. She had reacted on pure instinct to an attack. 

Monster, he called her. Well. She supposed she’d truly earned that now. 

The two Dathomirians had wrapped the bodies, for travel, and waited until the cover of night. They carried the Jedi along with the pack they had been so worried about back to the village. They were left where they would be quickly found, and by that time, Zaiya and Feral would be back on the ship. 

“Were you unsuccessful?” Maul asked, as soon as he saw Zaiya’s face. She returned looking glum and surly. 

“We got them,” Feral said as he joined Zaiya in the main compartment. “But there was… well…” 

“Did you know that one of the Jedi was a Padawan? A child?” 

“Is that what this is about?” Feral asked. “He was hardly an infant.”

“He was still a kid,” Zaiya protested. “I do not kill children! We do not kill children!” Maul looked at her with a frown, his arms folded over his chest. 

“A Jedi, is a Jedi,” he said slowly. 

“We are not Sith.” Zaiya hissed. “We are not like Him. We are not like the Jedi that draft younglings into war. We are not the Sith that sacrifice babies for power. We are not maniacs that send little girls into the unknown with strangers--” she cut herself off and took a breath, trying to bring her rage to heel. After a moment she managed to gather herself. She looked at Feral and Maul in turn, her eyes sparking with emotion and intent. 

“We are not who made us,” she said emphatically. Maul took a moment, seeming to think over her argument. She could tell he did not fully agree, but eventually he nodded and stepped closer. He laid a warm hand on her shoulder. 

“If it is so important to you, I will concede this, even if I do not fully grasp this,” he said quietly. “We are not who made us, perhaps you are right.” Zaiya let out a heavy sigh, finding more relief than she expected in his answer. 

“Thank you,” she said softly. 

“Do not release your anger so readily, Lieutenant,” Maul countered. He looked between her and Feral, “for now, you must use it.”

----

Maul set them up on a distant planet. Far from the one in which they’d killed the Jedi. A place private, dark, and secluded. A planet where their connection for the Force would be strong, and not disturb the inner workings of a ship in mid-flight. Savage had joined them on the planet for this excursion, and Treshan left in charge of the Temptress temporarily.

Feral and Zaiya sat opposite each other. A circle drawn in the dirt at the mouth of a cave. Savage sat by a small fire he’d made behind them, Maul stood with the lightsabers in hand. 

Huge dark jagged rocks seemed to have erupted out of the earth like gigantic knives of volcanic glass. There was ash in the air and on her tongue. The Force surrounded them, Zaiya could feel it here, but it was different. Electric, prickling at her skin. It was not like the cold familiar darkness of Dathomir, this was harsher. 

“To bleed a kyber crystal, you must pour all of your anger into it… fracturing it into something new and powerful, but far wilder,” Maul held out the lightsabers and tossed one to each of them. Zaiya stared down at the Padawan’s lightsaber she’d caught with clear hesitation. After a moment, Feral held out the hilt that had belonged to Avona. 

“Here,” he said quietly. Zaiya looked between it and him curiously. 

“It isn’t mine to claim,” she said, a little confused. Feral reached over to take the Padawan’s lightsaber back. 

“We’ll swap, this one suits you better anyway,” he replied, and laid Avona’s black and white saber in Zaiya’s hand. Feral looked at her, a soft expression on his face. He knew how the kid’s death bothered her now, and likely knew how much trouble she would have using his crystal. 

“A kind gesture, brother,” Maul interrupted as Zaiya accepted the slimmer hilt. “But kindness has no place here.” He gestured to the weapons. “Dismantle them.” Feral tried to twist the saber between his hands but Maul held up his own. “With the Force,” he clarified with the slightest of smirks. For Maul, it may as well have been a laugh. 

Zaiya closed her eyes, reaching out with the Force. The air around her rippled, the Lightsaber seemed to resist. She’d heard that the crystal chose the Jedi… if that were true, could she ever make this one hers? 

The weapon hovered in the air before her, the pieces didn’t seem to want to separate, but after a moment of persuasion, the lightsaber broke apart into individual components, pieces that made up Avona Teller falling away to leave the crystal floating and glowing green before her. 

Her eyes opened, and she turned, to see Feral was doing the same with his, the crystal before him felt different to hers, she could feel the minute differences, almost hearing the different melodies in the Force from the crystals, the planet, and each one of them. 

“Now, focus your attention on your emotions, your anger, your pain, find what is the most agonising, and funnel it into your crystals,” Maul instructed, his smooth and breathy voice urging her into the dark once again. 

Zaiya closed her eyes again, letting herself fall, digging into the pain she’d felt in her life. The boy, Farley. Leaving Dathomir. The manipulation of her mentor. Loss of friends. Of her freedoms. The torture and mutilation. 

The sound of the Force became loud and screeching in her ears. She reached out with her mind. The world shook as she pushed the feelings out, letting them flow through her. 

The crystal hummed and vibrated, shimmering green like her eye… it began to change. Shimmer and sparking with the light turned electric and dark. The colour shifted, turning darker… Redder. Angrier. The colour of her home planet. The colour of her lover’s skin. 

Zaiya let out a cry of anguish and heard another echoing in her ears. It felt good. It felt freeing. She could feel the music return to her like a symphony in her ears, notes of sorrow and longing and despair. Of agony. Of tragedy. She felt it run through her as the crystal before her shook, and cracked down the centre. 

Suddenly she felt herself splitting, tied to the crystal as the pain she poured into it was rebounded against her. The scar on her face stung, like it was burning flesh once more, searing her eye away and right through her skull. It was as though the kyber crystal itself was striking back against her. 

Zaiya cried out and collapsed, sweating and leaning forward, hands in the black dust, trying to catch her breath. One eye opened, her nexus eyes squeezed shut from the pain. 

Before her lay the kyber crystal, glowing faintly, red and pulsing with the remnant anger and pain. A violation of the natural gem. 

Split in half.

 A few stray white hairs fell into her face as she pushed herself back up. Beside her, Feral was panting too, though he lay on the ground, covered in the ash and dust all over. His gaze slid to hers and he gaze a tiny nod. 

“Well done,” Maul’s voice cut through the thick silence and the two Dathomirians looked up. The crimson Zabrak stepped forward and reached out a hand to Zaiya, helping her up. Her knees were weak but still, she stood, her crystal now in hand. 

“I think I went too far,” she said, holding out her hand. The two pieces of the gem sat in the palm of her glove, Maul leaned over, looking at it carefully, she thought she could see him smirking. 

“We shall see,” was all he said, before turning to assist his brother to his feet. With a gesture, he guided them to follow him, leading them both back to the cave and where Savage awaited them.  

His big golden eyes seemed concerned as he looked them both over; exhausted, dirty, sweaty and generally ragged. Before she could say anything, he tossed something at her and she jerked to catch it with her free hand. It was a bottle. 

“You look thirsty,” was his only explanation. She couldn’t help it, Zaiya cracked, laughing and nearly doubling over. She didn’t even know why it was so funny. 

The three looked back at her for a moment, confused. Then Savage snorted, and Feral started cackling… even Maul let out a chuckle. The odd tension across the group of them seemed to ease, the laughter interrupted by mechanical footsteps approaching. Sixy looked over the four of them and tilted his head in a way that designated a roll of the eyes.

[Organics,] he said with exasperation.

----

“What are you thinking about?” Zaiya asked a very quiet Savage as the fire was dying down. Savage lifted his head to find three pairs of glinting almost glowing eyes looking back at him, and made a slight shrugging motion. The droid had set on doing scans of the area so it was just family. 

“I have been… trying to put my memories back, not all of them make sense.” he admitted. “Jumbled, I think. I don’t remember everything yet. Especially the time in the village. There’s a lot of time missing.”

He felt Feral’s shift in the Force, and Zaiya’s expression softened. 

“Do you want me to…?” she raised a hand and a tiny spark of green ignited in her hand. Savage flinched slightly, and the spark vanished, Zaiya’s eyes widening slightly. Damn, she’d seen that. Savage gave a sigh, inwardly cursing himself. 

“It’s alright, I think I have had enough of Nightsister magick for a while,” he said with a slight grimace. 

“Understood,” she replied, and sat back. “Is there anything else we can do to help?” The big Zabrak just chuckled. 

“It is not the Sith way to offer help,” he said sardonically. This time Zaiya frowned. 

“We’re not Sith,” Feral interjected vehemently before she could say so.

“Well we aren’t Jedi either,” Savage replied, and all of them made a slight disgusted face. At least in that they were in agreement. 

“We don’t have to be either,” Zaiya suggested and Maul made a low noise in his throat. She gave him a sharp look and his hands clenched for a moment. 

“I do not know anything different,” Maul began. “Before my training I… I have flashes--” he gestured to Zaiya, “--the memories you showed me are just images, but they are intertwined with nightmares from my former Master. He trained me in the Dark, in pain and anger and rage… rage is all I know, all I feel…” He huffed out a breath. “Or… it was.” He looked between them. “This, having a family, is against everything I was taught, even now I feel I should--” he cut himself off with a snarl. 

Savage knew what he meant. A Master and an Apprentice. Only two, and yet, there were four of them. Savage guessed the teachings warned him to get rid of the two weaker members of their group. Savage also knew that meant he and Feral. Though now he would be able to give Zaiya a run for her credits with all his recent training. 

“I know,” he said calmly. “The training robs you of anything connected to your old life, any memories you might have, especially happy ones.” 

“When I fought the boy… he reminded me of you,” Zaiya said suddenly, looking between them. “All of you. I remembered the way you carried yourselves when we were small. It made me think… if we do the same as those that took our childhoods from us…” She shook her head. 

“I… know what you mean,” Maul said thoughtfully. “When I battled the Jedi - my first Jedi kill, it was a Twi’lek girl, not much older than we were. Eldra Kaitis.”

“I remember,” Zaiya nodded.

“There was a moment. She looked at me and for just the slightest moment, her eyes looked just like yours, Zaiya,” he confessed. Savage’s eyes widened. 

“I remember you telling us about this,” he said, looking at Zaiya. She had explained how she had buried the Jedi before escaping the moon and crashing the ship into its surface. 

“Zaiya told me once that it would stay with me, this death, and she was right, even so many years later and I can see it. In my mind’s eye so very clearly.” The former Sith looked away for a moment, lost in thought. 

“You were manipulated, sire,” Zaiya said quietly. “We all were, but we can be more than that.”

“We are not who made us,” Maul said in a tone that indicated a new understanding. “So this is what you meant.” He looked at Zaiya. 

“Yes,” she replied. “The Nightsisters, Mother Talzin, the Sith-- those paths do not hold meaning for us anymore.”

“It will not be so easy,” Savage countered, “if I still struggle with the Dark Side, I cannot imagine how much worse it is for you, brother.” 

“When has anything in any of our lives been easy?” Feral interjected. Savage had to admit, he had a point. 

“We are neither Nightsister, Nightbrother, Sith nor Jedi. We make ourselves into something all of our own. We are a family, are we not?” There was a silence between the group as they let the words settle over them. 

“Aren’t you a Dawnsister?” Feral asked after a while. Zaiya chuckled. 

“Perhaps.” 

“If we are neither Light nor dark, then what are we?” Savage asked with a frown, “grey?” 

“I always thought we were more colourful than that,” Feral replied with a wry grin. “I mean the planet was red, are we walking a red path now? Sounds rather messy.” He was joking but Maul finally looked up. 

“Crimson,” he said quietly. Savage looked between them and was a second behind his brother. 

“You’re right,” Savage said, and gestured to the three Nightbrothers, “crimson,” he pointed to Zaiya, “dawn.” 

“Well that has a ring to it, doesn’t it?” Zaiya chuckled. “Just like the mornings of Dathomir.” 

“We have a ship, bounty hunters that we can call on, we just need a more solid hold in the galaxy,” Savage offered. 

“That is the plan, brother,” Maul nodded. “Do you believe your… associates are reliable?”

“I do,” Zaiya said firmly. 

“Then, it is time for Crimson Dawn to rise in the Galaxy,” Maul said with a wicked curve of his lip. 

A moment later, Zaiya’s communicator began to beep. She held it up. 

[This is Siren.]

[My Lady? This is Slick, I believe we may have a lead for you. Have you ever heard of the Spice runners on Horven Prime?]

Notes:

HAPPY THREE YEAR ANNIVERSARY! I mean technically it's tomorrow but I'm not waiting. But yes… it's been three years since I first published the very first chapter of APOD. Good grief, time goes by so fast. In honour of that… here is a chapter of angsty goodness.

I've done these before and usually I like to prepare ahead of time, but yknow, better late than never, right? In celebratory post, why don't you guys ask me some questions? Ask about the fics I write or me, or if you like, ask a question to the characters themselves. Wanna ask Siren a question? Or Maul? Or Adaji? Or any of them??? Send me some questions, just specify who you're asking and keep it respectful please.

In the meantime, I should probably write some more. I have had a lot on so writing is a bit difficult, however, things are good. ^^ I appreciate every one of you and as always I love comments, shares, likes, all that jazz cos your engagement is directly linked to my motivations. It's like fuel! (burnout aside ofc) I hope you all are doing well and I shall see you next time!

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[slashingdisneypasta]

Alright after your amazing Terry ask, I gotta know. How would your Roo's react to the Toon Patrol coming onto THEM?? I have to know for research XD

FOR SURE XD

Kingston: ah yes, our beloved token straight XD

Greasy: *trying to keep a neutral face and not laugh. He wants to see how far Greasy will take this, this is hilarious*

Psycho: pal, uh... sorry but... you're not my type... *trying to be delicate and not get his skin mauled*

Stupid: ... you're gonna haveta show me what you got down there, and I'll consider it. (Someone slap him 😅 He does like pegging, so he truly is considering it (he can ignore the fact it's a guy), but h o n e s t l y Kingston?? Be respectful!! 😅😂🤦‍♀️)

Smartass: *deep breath. Puts a hand on Smartass' shoulder* ... if only you were a girl. -No no no wait! Come back!! You'd really be perfect, I'm not fucking with you on this!!--

*earnest, calling at Smartass' retreating back* I wish you did. But you do nothing for me!!

Wheezy: ... alright, what'd you have in mind? (I think wheezy just turned kingston- )

Rena: the short answer is yes-

Greasy: ... you're that little club girl's toy, aren't you? ... drop your pants. Mhm, yeah right here, I'm not joking~

Psycho: *looking him over* ... alright, you got me hooked. I'm intrigued. Yes, lets do its. Where do ya wanna do it? Whadaya into, little freak?

Smartass: Ohhhhhh no. No. Your little guys are all on the fucking olympic swim team, and I'm not going through that again.

Stupid: 😏 Let's go, baby boy.

Wheezy: ... love to, daddy, but I feel like this is a trap. (SHE REALLY DOES. SHE CANT SHAKE IT XD Like, he's so hot?? But he's one of t h e m, and a sneaky unassuming one at that. So... it pains her, but its not gonna happen 😂)

Ryan:

Greasy: Nope, get out of my face Creepy. ("It's GREASY") No, it's not.

Psycho: (Psycho can follow him around as much as he likes, Ryan doesn't mind XD But they ain't fucking. He'll just be going about his business when Kingston asks, kinda fucking concerned, why the scary spiky one is following him, and Ryan just? Like? Shrugs??? 😅😅😅😆 He doesnt care XD And now Kingston is on edge XDD And ontop of that Rena keeps FEEDING THE CREATURE- )

Smartass: ... Thanks for the offer, but nah.

Stupid: (Similar to Poppy, Ryan will totally fuck Stupid! He'll show Stu what he should be looking for. Ryan is like training wheels *cough* and no he doesn't mind. He already had the love of his life, he ain't looking for anyone else special. Maya was all the special he needed)

Wheezy: Sure. (Doesn't even think twice. Wheezy's hot and they're friends.)

And *cough* well y o u k n o w which of the toon patrol lottie would be with. Although, since Shiny became a true oc of yours and Greasy's mate I've been exploring a Wheezy train of thought (like, instead of greasy getting jealous when lottie comes home from the navy, its wheezy but he doesnt do anything about it. Its wierd between them for a lot longer)... but I also love them just being a close family duo. And I still like Grottie ^^

[soubiapologist]

i think we underestimate the level of lovelessian hell mei is going through like she is just as much of a loveless character as the rest of them like her parents don't give af if she's out late at night with the random adult man she has a precocious crush on and he's completely off his rocker in denial about his gay crush on some serial killer weirdo who bullies you because he's a massive fucking loser

like imagine being like eight years old and having weird gender feelings and having an Object Of Gender Envy to look up to and he's just like well you're not trans and even if you were i'm not gay because we're normal we're so normal. i'm setting a good example we're so fucking normal. anyway help me help my not-boyfriend commit a weird crime. and then he makes you hang out with this weirdo and it's like okay cool another Cool Teen Boy who i can look up to maybe and he's just like calling you names and being rude because he's a huge cunt and going through Teen Boy Shit but you don't know that because you're like 8 and you take it personally and you're like fuck it i'll wear my girl uniform again and your weird babysitter soulmate that you have a baby crush on is like "aww you look adorable" in the most condescending way possible and you want to maul him about it but you don't have the words for why so you call him a slur. because you are eight. and his weird gay friend taught it to you.

[thesitharts]

Why do you call maul “baby girl?”

How about we stop talking for a while

[thats-it-im-fallingdown]

So I’ve finally finished season 4 of Clone Wars! Since the episode order is mostly lining up with the chronology, I can put my thoughts down into something resembling organized.

Mon Cala arc

-can that prince please not pronounce his own homeworld’s name like that? he calls it moan cala and i hate it

-it wasn’t necessary for the plot to work, but I’m curious about the history between the cala and the quarren. i wish we got some more details on why relations are tense

-the animators were clearly out of their depth (ha) with the setting. some parts felt like they didn’t know how to translate the usual fighting to an aquatic setting

-the story was satisfying, but I doubt this is anyone’s favorite set of episodes

-i can feel the gungans growing on me. not sure how I feel about that

Shadow Warrior

-how dare this show make gungans tolerable. coming into my home and making me okay with jar jar fucking binks

R2 and C3P0 duology

-some fun moments!

-would show it to my young cousins but at my age, it goes on a little too long. I’m not looking for/expecting deep meditations on war (American War by Omar el Akkad if that’s what you are interested in), but this is more in the kids show category than the family show one most episodes fall under

Umbara arc

-this is what I mean by being a family show vs a kids show

-I love this arc

-and Rex really gets fleshed out as a character in this one

-i didn’t get why people hated krell so much. i get it now. he’s like the umbridge of Star wars

-the tech designs for umbara and umbaran tech are pretty slick, i hope they get a cameo in live action some day

-the krell twist was. okay ig? it comes out of nowhere a bit. sure, he’s very strict on protocol and has a bone to pick with clones, but it’s said explicitly, more than once, that he gets results as a commander (paid for in casualties, but still successful). him being a relentless opportunist gets away from the clone thing, and i think digging into that could have been really interesting

Zygerrian Slave Empire

-hm

-not fond of the orientalist imagery in this one. won’t elaborate. i’ll say it’s personal for me and leave it at that

-how Anakin’s history as someone who was once literally enslaved should have been explored more

-this arc has its redeeming moments, but it also has a lot of wasted potential

-I might make a more in depth post someday, I have a lot of half formed thoughts about this one

Friend in Need

-this was a rewatch for me, I saw it when I was getting Mandalorian context for the Grogu and his working single father show

-I notice now that except for Bo Katan, deathwatch is all male. and to me, were implied to be sexually abusing the local women (the village leader mentions them having “taken” their women) maybe that’s what was meant by that infamous “they all died off years ago” re: exile of the warriors. no women, no offspring.

Crisis on Naboo arc

-ooh, I wish we get some more time on how Anakin was affected by Obi Wans faked death

-man, cad bane looks stupid without his hat. cover up that dome baby boy, you aren’t ventress, you cant pull the bald look off

-cad bane saving kenobi/hardeen in the Box. he’s a bad guy all right, but he isn’t entirely without honor. love that trope

-and I love palpatine’s scheming! glad to see a senior citizen staying active and involved

Ventress/Savage Oppress/Maul arc

-i love Assaj Ventress so much it’s unreal

-idc that the nightsisters are on the dark side. i love sisterhoods, i love witches, i love covens, it broke my heat to watch the separatists massacre them. at least mother talzin is still alive.

-i have so much Feeling for ventress. betrayed and abandoned again and again only to lose her sisters, and to feel like it’s her fault

-saving that girl from a forced marriage… ventress I love you.

-they should have let maul keep the spider legs, they looked cool

-I didn’t get the obsession with maul. I don’t really share it, but I do get it now. the raw drive for vengeance, his madness. I’m looking forward to where the writers take him

-obi wan and ventress are a great combo, their dialogue has a lot of chemistry