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forgeofthenine · 6 months

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Our dear tieflings are breaking one horn. Tav goes into defense mode. Fluff and feelings, both pleasant and disturbing. (if it's possible to be specific - Zevlor is taken out of the pod with one horn, Dammon loses his rock in an attack on the Last Light, Rolan loses his rock in his solo trek through the Shadow Curse) (yes, spontaneous inspiration by the last post….)

Hi, you can absolutely be specific! The headcanons are a bit shorter this time around but I hope you enjoy them, it was a great prompt to write!! <3

The tiefling bachelors when they break a horn

Dammon

So, the attack on the last light inn is brutal even if you succeed, it's no surprise that Dammon might get caught in the crossfire

He'd be so confused waking up afterwards, one side of his head oddly lighter than the other

It isn't until he finds you and sees your reaction to his new look that he realises something is seriously wrong

I don't think he'd be able to keep his hands off the little horn stump, even as he's assuring you that it's not life-threatening

His hands are just always feeling it, almost like he can't quite believe it's gone

I honestly feel like Dammon adjusts the best to everything

Especially because now he has a great way to joke around with Karlach while fixing her infernal engine

Knowing someone in the same situation definitely helps him feel better about the whole thing

Dammon also definitely likes to tell you his new look is rugged and sexy, he'd love if you play along and tell him how handsome he is, even if just as a joke

Zevlor

When he emerges from the mindflayer pod, dripping in slime and missing a horn, it's the least of his worries

He doesn't even notice the weight difference as he fights alongside you

Zevlor only realises when the adrenaline dies down and you're holding the sides of his face and looking at his injuries

It'll probably be him calming you down, honestly

He's a hellrider, this isn't the first scar he's gotten and it's not the worst injury he's seen

Really, he considers it lucky that he lost a horn and not a limb

It takes a while for him to get used to everything and you'll often find him looking at it in the mirror when he thinks he's alone

He shifts his head around to look at it from multiple angles, fingertips tracing the jagged edge

Please remind him you're just so happy to have him back and safe, give him little kisses on what's left of the horn

Rolan

This man is already in dire straits when he's in the Shadowlands

Cal and Lia are gone and could be dead, he feels more than a little useless when you need to save him, and then to find out his horn is gone-

Rolan is near inconsolable at this point, he was already upset and resorting to drink, now even you can barely keep his head above water

It's once Cal and Lia are safe and the three are reunited that he's able to start healing from the whole thing

Rolan will apologise to you too, for being an ass, and will thank you for saving his siblings insert the don't be greedy line here

I feel like he wouldn't be above using a spell to make his horns look normal at first, it's likely not hard for him

You and his siblings have full permission to tease him about it, always

Humble this man a lil

With your continual support though, Rolan will grow to appreciate that's how things are now and he might even end up liking how it looks

#bri answers #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 x reader #bg3 x reader #baldurs gate 3 dammon #bg3 dammon #dammon x reader #baldurs gate 3 zevlor #bg3 zevlor #zevlor x reader #baldurs gate 3 rolan #bg3 rolan #rolan x reader

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epicbuddieficrecs · 7 months

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Favorite Buddie Fics (so far!)

Hi 911 fam!

This has been way, waaaaaaay past overdue. The weewoo show got a hold of me last May and, for some reason, I resisted making a fic rec blog about it. I think I was kind of in disbelief that I, a serial long-term monoshipper, had adopted a second new ship in less than a year 😆 But it seems like I'm a sucker for a good Best Friends to Lovers, Found Family, Trauma Bonding vibe!!

I figured I ought to start off this blog with my favourite fics I've read so far. These are the ones that are, to me, the most memorable, that I've already re-read once (or twice!) in the last few months. I absolutely love them!

I'm going to try and start making recs here a bit more often! In the meantime, if you want more fics I've enjoyed, you can have a look at my ao3 bookmarks here. You can also find me on Twitter and Bluesky @/epicficrecs !

I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think about those fics and what are YOUR all time favourites? 😊

Being Eddie by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Time Travel, Post-Season 6, Getting together | 80K | Teen): When Eddie starts seeing a new therapist, he’s presented with the opportunity to revisit several days from his past and right regrets that still bother him. OR: Eddie goes through the time travel therapy process of the 2009 Canadian TV show Being Erica.

Evan Buckley & The Coma-Verse of Madness by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Coma AU, Multiverse | 58K | Teen): After being struck by lightning on a call, Buck experiences a plethora of alternate realities showing him different directions his life could have taken. Fighting hard to get home, Buck learns what, or who, is important to him in every lifetime.

Your Scars and Your Lonely Heart by Taste_is_Sweet (Sentinels AU, Canon Divergent - Tsunami | 82K | Teen): Clara Williams just wanted to visit Pacific Park during her layover in Los Angeles. She never expected to find a young, exceptional Sentinel dying for lack of a bond. Actually, what she really never expected was a tsunami, or the same Sentinel to save her life. But Clara's a Guide, so now she's on a mission to keep Evan "Buck" Buckley alive until she can get him to Eddie Diaz, the Guide who should have bonded with him, but didn't. Because Clara can't bond with Buck, no matter how much she wants to. There's just one problem: Buck's convinced Eddie doesn't want him, and he might not survive long enough to find out the truth.

let the world have its way with you by fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (Post-Coma AU | 54K | Explicit): or, a bucket list that’s really about buck needing to make a change and an eddie who’s ready to do anything to see him fall in love with life again. it takes some crossing off for eddie to realise—the thing at the top of the list in his own heart? it’s been right here all along

Leave the Light On (I'll Be Coming Home) by HMSLusitania/ @hmslusitania (Canon Divergent, Amnesia AU, Post-Season 5 | 44K | Mature): An accident on a call leaves Buck with custody of Chris after Eddie is... missing presumed. While they navigate their new family circumstances -- and fight to stay together, despite Eddie's parents' best efforts -- a John Doe wakes up in a coma ward with no memory of his own life beyond the knowledge he has a son named Christopher and, somehow, he needs to get home.

Leading with the Left by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Canon Divergent, Different First Meeting, Stripper Buck | 84K | Explicit): When Buck said he was a "bartender" in "South America" what he actually meant was "stripper" in "Mexico." And when Eddie said, "What's your problem?" what he actually meant was, "Is this about the time you gave me a lap dance?" In other words, there's a few things the 118 doesn't know about Buck. Or Eddie. Or Buck and Eddie's relationship.

for all the haunts and homes of men by euadnes/ @kananjarus (Canon Divergent, Post-Apocalyptic, Station Eleven Crossover | WIP | 9/? | 69K | Mature | Warning: Violence): The year by the old calendar is 2025. Home is gone. Home is a failed rescue mission and an echo of a memory. Home is a lost boy living in a wooden house by the sea. But first, there was a promise. Christopher, when it's safe, I'll take you back to your father. Buck had all but given up on keeping it after the world had died and everyone in it. But just as some oaths refuse to be forgotten, so the same can be said about the endurance of love.

(yes I put a WIP there because it's just that good)

#buck and eddie #911 fox #buck x eddie #buddie #buddie fic #buddie fanfic #buddie fanfiction #911 fic #911 fanfic #911 fanfiction #buddie fic rec #epic buddie fic rec #favorites

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commander-krios · 5 months

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BG3 fic writing 2023 summary meme

this meme was made by the wonderful @mightymizora, you can get the questions here. I didn't write much bg3 this year seeing as I joined the fandom in October, but here is what I have!

What are your A03 stats? How many words written, how many hits, kudos, and comments? Words: 17k Hits: 2700 Kudos: 359 Comments: 44

Did you have a favourite canon character to write? It definitely ended up being Rolan. 4 out of the 5 bg3 fics I wrote were about him lmao

Did you have a favourite OC to write? Juniper, my tiefling bard. She's a mess and she's absolutely so dumb. I adore her.

Which fic was your most popular? Better Judgment, a Rolan/Tav fic that is getting a second chapter soon!

Which fic was your personal favourite? This is so tough. I love all of them! But I guess the best, for me, is Better Judgment. It shows how much of a fool Juniper is and how exasperated, but charmed Rolan is.

Was there anything you wrote that was a surprise to you? Why? Rolan/Dammon's fic, A Divine Dream. I've been so obsessed with my bard and Rolan that I didn't think I was capable of writing another ship with him. I also got to sneak some Karlach/Wyll in that fic too so it was completely self indulgent.

What is your favourite piece of description you wrote? Why do you like it? I'm obsessed with this description of Juniper as she tends to Rolan's wounds in Nights Like This:

No words passed between them as Juniper’s hand hovered near his jaw, the turquoise glow of her healing magic cool and bright. His skin prickled at the sensation, unused to being tended so. She sang quietly as she worked, ocean eyes focused on his injuries. He could feel his muscles mend, his bruises soothed, the pain he’d felt for weeks fade, all gone in nearly an instant. His lungs expanded with his breath and he finally relaxed under her careful ministrations. Her voice was captivating. He was a fool, Rolan chided himself, to have never sat and listened to her before. His thoughts were always on Baldur’s Gate, on the future he was building for himself and his siblings. Not on the people around him. Certainly not on the woman who had risked so much for him when she had no cause to. Rolan studied her in the fire’s glow, lavender skin dulled to a grey in the darkness, a particularly nasty scar harsh against her pretty face. It was, in that silent moment, that he noticed freckles dotted her cheeks and nose, dark against her much lighter tone. He didn’t realize he’d done it until his fingers had already brushed against her face, a soft touch that distracted her from her work. Her eyes darted to his, a searing blue that reminded him of the hottest fires that burned in Avernus. Beautiful, dangerous… fires that could kill. That could cleanse.

What was your favourite piece of dialogue you wrote? Why do you like it? This little moment in Long Rest ranks up there with some of my favorite dialogue that I've ever written in a fic. Juniper is such a tease, it's how she shows affection:

“Ah, well, let’s just say that Alfira will be glad to know that I find someone else more bothersome than her.” “I can’t tell if I’m supposed to be flattered or offended.” Juniper released her hold on his arm and immediately missed his warmth. She ran her fingers across the strings of her lute, the sound calming her nerves. “And where do I rank in regards to Cal and Lia?” “Getting closer to the top of the list the more you speak.” A bark of laughter escaped her mouth before she could stop it. “Oh! Was that a joke?”

What was your overall feeling about your writing in 2023? What were you proud of? What were the highlights? I think this has been my best writing year ever. I joined two new fandoms, wrote 200k words, and just felt more comfortable with my writing than I have in a while. I did have a time where I wasn't writing much at all, the block was so bad, but I pushed through and playing Andromeda Six really did jumpstart my creativity again. I'm proud of the fact that I managed to write so much despite feeling like I wasn't doing anything. Most of it came in chaotically inspired bursts, but I'm proud of it.

What would you like to explore more in 2024? I'd liked to explore more of the companions in bg3, particularly Wyll, Astarion, and Lae'zel. Maybe I can even get some Durgetash written finally.

#my writing #bg3 meme

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neverchecking · 10 months

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(More Chain Era thoughts)

This just in: Sweetpea has absolute Ken Vibes. The Smartest Dumbass everyone knows. He's not 100% sure what's going on but he's just happy to be here. Except when people are trying to court his sister-in-law and his princess. That cuts into his Sidon and Yona time for two WILDLY different reasons.

While Sage is trying to murder his new counterparts and Sweetpea runs interference, I think Tia would be the one who's actually making sure Aaliyah's ok with her new admirers.

I see Wild and Cal being generally harmless smitten guys who are just trying to get a pretty lady's attention so they're not actively trying to separate Aaliyah from Sage, just trying to get her to look their way. Compliments, small gifts, showing off. Stuff like that.

But Tia knows that Aaliyah isn't a people person and even if these guys are essentially younger versions of Sage, that doesn't mean she's entirely cool with it. So Tia is touching base with Aaliyah and inviting her to tea, just to make sure everything's cool and that Tia doesn't have to step in. She knows Aaliyah can look after herself and she'll respect that, but there tends to be less blood and gore involved if Tia intervenes before it hits that point.

(Also Tia's nickname for Aaliyah is Petal. Because her hair is a lovely soft white like white rose petals. It's also at complete odds with her personality but Tia thinks it's funny. Sage's is Dumpling but only in private because they made dumplings together and Tia just came out with it. Sage didn't realise what she'd called him until it was too late and she'd latched onto it. Ariel's is Chook because of all the Cuccos she has.)

Aaliyah honestly could not give less of a shit about her two new ducklings, not when she needs to be grilling Tia about HER potential suitors. None of whom are good enough for her, despite the fact two of them fought a god and the third one killed two different kings. Let her bite them. She promises she won't leave scars. Even on the stuffy knight with the red scarf. What Tia sees in him, she has no idea.

Tia just sips her tea and hopes that she can get in at least a little conversation before Aaliyah makes good on her promise.

Sweetpea has since decided to impersonate a cat every time Tia has tea or even sits down in the vicinity of her suitors and drapes himself across her lap. Tia just lets him and pats his head while using his back as a table, occasionally pinching his ear when she notices him smirking at Warriors.

Tia and Twilight are absolutely bonding over herding Feral Hylians before he starts flustering her and Sage just like body checks him straight into the moat.

Buut also Cal being sneaky and like cautiously approaches Tia for advice. Because while she looks similar to Fauna, she acts very differently and maybe she can give him and Wild some actual information instead of dangling it like Sweetpea does. (Unfortunately, Tia's advice is basically 'Respect her Decision, Respect her Space and Respect the Fact Sage Will come First.' so if they want to woo the pretty feral sheikah, they're gonna need to at least get Sage to tolerate them first. (Good luck on that) Wild does find out Tia's favourite flower is Sundelions and passes that on to Tia's suitors which just causes absolute chaos.)

Sweetpea being ken has gotta be one of the funniest things we've come up with yet. Like they're all >:( and he's all :D, happy to be there. Maybe the girls are talking about some intricate and intense dealings with other realms and the merging of their own and he's nodding, blank faced because he has no clue what's going on. Sage at least admits he doesn't know, nor does he care, but Sweetpea pretends he both knows and cares.

He is smart enough to have red alarms going off though. Like that one tiktok audio when something goes down? He could be in between Yona and Sidon, having a peaceful snooze before snapping up like "Something just happened."

Sweetpea and Sage are such an interesting duo, especially when compared to the other two. Like, they are such good foils for each other that they work together well. Wild and Cal haven't spent nearly enough time to reach that same level those two have and it shows.

Just like Aaliyah and Tia are good foils to Flora and Fauna.

Tia being the lovable sister to Aaliyah just warms my heart <3 bc like i love them. They're dynamic is also something I wanna explore more bc it's the whole Golden Retriever and Black cat thing. Like Tia is all smiley and bright and kind, nothing but gentle touches and sweet words while Aaliyah is more the silent comfort; She's the person on the back wall, making sure she all has the information and brooding, letting you cry on her shoulder and never mentioning it ever again.

Like Batman and Superman now that I think about it.

Wild and Cal depend on which way we go here. If we go with the normal, not crazy chain then yea, they're just like love striken puppies. It's mostly infatuation that this is what they could've had and they just want to feel what it's like to have her attention on them for just a little while. Just to know what it's like for Sage the lucky bastard. But, if we go with the Yandere chain I write about on this blog it could be a completely different scenario. Because Aaliyah has scars. There's no shocker there. But to Wild and Cal? This is just confirmation to them that Sage can't protect her. Not in the way they can. So he obviously doesn't deserve her. They're train of thought is that he's manipulated her into staying with him and that just won't stand. So maybe they are trying to seperate them. But what they fail to realize is that as deep as Sage's claws are in the Sheikah, she has her own keeping him tethered to her just as tightly. So it won't be as easy as they're delusional minds think.

That won't stop them from trying however.

Tia being protective just warms my heart <333 Bc your right. Aaliyah isn't a people person, even with younger versions of Sage. That growth is what solidified that bridge between them as strong as it was. Tea time between the girls is SACRED. No one can get in between that. Especially if it means saving a bit of bloodshed and unstringing all the stress Aaliyah carries. She's an anxious person and when she's stressed, she snaps. So it's good that Tia can recognize that and help de-escalate.

(Petal is so cute I can't like nfogfb Like I imagine Tia and Sage, maybe Sweetpea, are the only ones allowed to touch Aaliyah's hair. Like...at all. Hair cuts are just winging it. And the contradiction to her personality is also so funny. Sage's being dumpling also kills me because he probably has to take a second to register his new nickname. But that second is what seals his fate and it's just law now. Sage and Tia cooking together is just FJFNFNF WARMS MY HEART BC LIKE THATS HIS SIL ( i imagine Sweetpea and Tia have a brother/sister relationship?) AND WE'VE SEEN THE OTHER HALF AND I JUST need this half okay? I'm so normal about this and-)

(Ariel is more dangerous than any of them bc of her Cuccos I don't make the rules)

Aaliyah is scary dog privileges personified. Just silently glowering in the back as if daring any of the Links to fuck around and find out. Especially that pompous fuck with the red scarf. Sure, Cal and Wild are trying to talk to her about her journeys and she's just >:( At First the WHOLE time. Talking about how many Lynels she's taken down or how often she eradicates monster camps. Tia is over her shit. When Aaliyah pulls out the puppy dog eyes, ears down and a small whine leaving her lips, Tia is just 'Are you seriously asking me to let you bite someone?' and Aaliyah is just 'Not really, I'm more-or-less asking for forgiveness when I inevitably do it."

Sweetpea being the clingiest out of all of them is just fnofnf because he's practically showing off his place. Like Sweetpea is looking at them like 'I have a garaunteed place in Tia's wedding. Do you?'

Wars is counting on Sweetpea's downfall. He's just >:( In his chair, arms crossed and a pout on his lips.

Twilight is in the clear for a while, talking about how he's reigned in Wild's own behaviour only to be faced with the worst of them all. Like, yes, Aaliyah will bite and snap and blow up a forest, she's still somewhat civil with the rest of them. While yes, Sweetpea is rubbing his place in Tia's life in War's face, he isn't biting them which is good. But Sage? Nah. Sage is the worst of the worst. He's attacking whenever he feels like it. And it could in the middle of the night? Maybe while they're walking? Twilight will never know.

Like, they're walking on a bridge and next thing he knows he's engulfed in orange and Sage is smirking at him before dropping him into the river below.

Cal is probably the smarter of the two by going to Tia. She's more likely to give them solid advice than Fungus over there. Is it very helpful? ...Not really BUT That just means they have an excuse to watch her every move. It's for science of course!

Wild probably plays up the friendly face if only to get information on Tia to give to the ones who want her own attention. In turn they give him anything they can get out of Aaliyah. Or maybe even Sage. Anything really.

(Lmao its a race for them to get sundelions but every time they spot one and they try to climb to get it, one of her guard dogs is already standing there with it plucked, in their hand and a smirk on their face. "Better luck next time~")

#cinder rambles #switch au #with aaliyah and tia :)

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smiledotdeer · 1 year

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Headcanon Compilation 2.0

I made one of these back when I rebooted this blog, but I’ve tweaked and added to it since then, so here we go!

(It’s going under a Read More because good lord it’s a LOT.)

Alastor sometimes goes by the nickname of “Cal” to differentiate himself from his alternates. “Cal” is short for “Calloway” - a reference to his breaking into Heaven to get an alternate some signed Cab Calloway records. You can read about it here!

Alastor’s father’s name is Travis Reed. Alastor killed him when he himself was only 16 years old. Travis is indeed in Hell, and occasionally their paths will cross. It always ends with Travis getting killed. He also generally refuses to call him ‘father’, instead preferring to call him by his name, and he’s publicly broadcast Travis’ personal information to try and cause problems on purpose.

Alastor’s mother’s name was Desdemona, maiden name of Guillory—which is the name he’s taken to using for himself. She died as well, but she’s in Heaven, so Alastor doesn’t have any contact with her.

Alastor had a little sister named Josephine. She was born when he was 4, but died in a drowning accident when he was 10 (meaning she was only 6).

Alastor’s mother gave him a porcelain doll as a Christmas gift that his father destroyed later on. For Christmas of 2021, an alternate managed to find and restore the doll before giving it to him as a gift.

Alastor once nursed a baby alligator back to health when he was a child.

Alastor enjoyed playing with a homemade slingshot as a child, and he was actually quite a good aim with it.

Alastor hosts one scheduled broadcast every week on Sunday nights from eight to ten in the evening. Each one is closed out with a single song request sent in by his listeners. He also visits the Cannibal Colony to hang out with Rosie and her friends every Thursday afternoon from 2-6 PM.

Alastor has a journal, and he writes his entries as if they are letters addressed to his mother.

Alastor has planted a rose bush near his radio tower in memory of his mother, with a plaque bearing her name. It’s tucked away from the public eye, in a little clearing in the nearby woods. He takes very good care of it and would fly into a rage if he ever caught someone trying to pick its flowers.

Alastor has a nervous habit of tugging at his cuffs. If he’s not wearing something easily tuggable, he’ll wrap a hand around his opposite wrist and scratch. Sometimes he leaves marks due to pressing down too hard with his nails.

Alastor is not covered in scars; they’re only on his forearms and back. His arms have scratches and dog bites from when he was trying to defend himself the day he died, and as a child his father would beat him so often and so hard that there are now permanent marks slicing across his back. He also has a scattering of newer scars that he obtained during 2021′s E-Day.

Alastor is not afraid of dogs. He just strongly dislikes them because of their involvement in his death; it brings back terrible memories for him. In addition, his dislike only applies to beagles, since that was the breed used to hunt him down.

Mirroring his disliking of beagles, Alastor absolutely adores cats—literal or sinner. They are by far his favorite animal.

Alastor’s minions are actually rag dolls he makes by hand and infuses with the souls he’s collected over the years. He sews at least one new doll every day to keep their numbers high. If he makes a rag doll of your muse, he likes them. If he gives that rag doll to your muse instead of keeping it on his shelf, he really likes them.

Alastor’s shadow’s name is Cotton.

Alastor dislikes sweets because he is allergic to sugar—sucrose, to be specific (aka the white granulated stuff you spoon into your coffee or put in your cookies). Fructose and lactose are perfectly fine. Symptoms vary based on how much he eats, but even a tiny amount will get his tongue tingling, which is enough of a deterrent for him. More serious symptoms include breaking out in hives, having stomach cramps, wheezing, shortness of breath, and eventually vomiting.

Alastor tends to get uncharacteristically gloomy on his death day (November 6th).

Alastor can play the piano, organ, harpsichord, and violin! He's also slowly teaching himself how to play the guitar.

Alastor’s microphone voices and his rag doll minions used to belong to and be actual demons. They were his victims; their souls were used to animate his dolls, and their voices became a permanent part of his audience. Just like actual canned laugh tracks, whenever you hear Alastor’s microphone laughing, you are listening to dead people laugh.

Alastor doesn’t use washing machines or dryers. He still uses tin tubs, a rub board, and a clothesline. He tried to use a washer twice and simply could not figure it out. He also has a personally awful experience involving washing machines, which only gives him more incentive to stay away.

Alastor occasionally enjoys smoking both cigars and cigarettes. For cigars, he prefers the Montecristo 1935 Anniversary Nicaraguan. For cigarettes, his go-to brand is Lucky Strike, and he specifically tends to buy the Lucky Strike Reds.

Alastor carries the following items with him, on his person, at all times: his favorite knife, a Colt Model 1908, a cigarette case, and a vintage pocket watch.

Alastor wears cologne on a daily basis! The scent is a mixture of vanilla, burning wood, mandarin, pine needles and rosemary. Also, the bottle looks damn good on his bathroom countertop.

Alastor likes to collect and keep the whiskers Husk sheds. He doesn't do anything with them; they're just stored in a little box on his home office's desk. (This headcanon only applies to his NPC Husk unless a Husk's mun agrees with it.)

Alastor’s clothing and hair maintenance are both tended to by Niffty. (This headcanon only applies to his NPC Niffty unless a Niffty's mun agrees with it.)

The gold coins Alastor likes to flick at people are worth $50 apiece.

Alastor does, in fact, have hooves; he just covers them up with specially-made shoes most of the time so he can still appear somewhat normal…and also tap-dance more efficiently.

Alastor's top three favorite holidays (in order) are: Christmas, Mardi Gras, and Halloween.

Alastor served in World War 1—specifically in the Army. It's where he was first introduced to the world of radio.

Alastor shakes off his fluff-covered hooves like a soaked cat after he showers/bathes/otherwise gets wet.

Alastor's portals (and magic in general) are bright green.

Alastor can manipulate his microphone to move on its own. He can also make its staff and the discs at the top and bottom sharpen, effectively turning it into a weapon capable of stabbing and/or slicing, and when it’s idling it always hovers against his back. Here’s a visual ref of how I imagine his control over his microphone working!

Alastor’s antlers grow magnolias throughout March and April. While normal magnolias are harmless, Alastor's are not. Do not eat those. They are extremely poisonous and will kill you. Bonus headcanon that Husk likes to crush up their petals and poison someone’s drink if they’ve ticked him off in some way. (This headcanon only applies to his NPC Husk unless a Husk's mun agrees with it.)

Alastor's favorite season is autumn.

He prefers his meat rare. Sometimes he’ll even eat it raw.

Alastor’s handshake depends on the nature of the handshake. If it’s a greeting for someone he’s coming across for the very first time, Alastor will keep his hand almost perfectly vertical as it’s offered to them; a sign of neutrality, as well as mutual respect. If it’s a greeting for a friend/someone he likes, his hand will tilt palm up and close around theirs with a gentler touch. He may even warm his hand up a bit using his pyrokinesis to make himself more inviting and friendly. If it’s a greeting for someone he dislikes/has little respect for, he’ll offer his hand with the palm tilted towards the ground and squeeze their hand firmly to let them know he is in control. Additionally, alternates (or those familiar with magical practices) may pay attention to which hand he uses, as well—especially when making a deal. If he offers his right hand, it’s a sign of good will, and if he’s making a deal with that hand it means he has no intention of crossing or breaking the terms of their agreement. If he offers the left, there’s bad magic involved. He’s planning to betray that person further down the line, or perhaps even hex them in some way.

Alastor has a terrible tendency to stare at those that catch his interest. If they look back at him, though, he’ll usually be respectful and stop. Unless he wants to make them uncomfortable—in which case he’ll continue. In conversation, he’s usually pretty good about looking his company in the eye; it’s a trait he’s developed due to years of interviewing guests for his radio show—both in life and in Hell. The only time he’ll actively avoid maintaining eye contact is when he’s uncomfortable, but that doesn’t happen very often out in public.

Although he doesn’t own a cellphone (and according to him he never will, but who knows what could happen in the future), he is capable of sending text messages through a speech-to-text sort of function in his mic (somehow; don’t ask me about the logistics of it)! In essence: he speaks into his mic, and a few seconds later a digital message is sent to the recipient’s phone! He can send these messages to just one person, to more than one person…or it can be treated as a Hell-wide blog post of sorts that shows up on everyone’s devices (this, plus the fact that he is almost always broadcasting, is why I allow dashboard commentary most of the time). His grammar and syntax in said “texts” is always perfect.

Alastor is capable of “healing” people in the sense that he can transfer their injuries—either partially or in full—to himself.

Alastor’s house isn’t ACTUALLY his house! Nor is it one cohesive house! It used to belong to Larry Landers, the man that took Alastor in when he ran to New Orleans in 1914 and later on became his mentor in all things radio. Larry died in late 1944, and early on in the following year Alastor was summoned back to New Orleans by a human wanting to make a deal by absolute chance. He found out that Larry had passed on and his home was now up for sale (since he had no next of kin to take it over)—so he decided he’d simply take it back to Hell with him in a fashion similar to how he teleported an entire casino room into the Happy Hotel in the pilot. Additionally, he has split the rooms up since teleporting the house into Hell with him, putting each one in a different location and linking them up via magical runes on the floor that allow him to traverse them as he so pleases. When people enter his home, either via teleportation themselves (see: most Alastors) or by a more traditional means, they’re brought into the foyer by the front door, which is disguised as a small and simple house on its own. The majority of that home people see from the outside is an illusion; only the foyer is accessible this way. Everything else needs to be accessed via the runes.

Alastor’s first cannibalistic experience was him eating his own body after spending several hours trying to find it. The way I personally see non-perma-death in Hell working is similar to dying in most video games: you die, you black out for a while, and then you come back. Your body is right where you left it, and it has all the stuff you were carrying with you when you kicked the bucket. Yes, this includes clothes; you “respawn” totally naked. For Alastor specifically, this isn’t much of an issue, since he can simply snap his fingers and put on another outfit. Early on, before he got a handle on his powers, he was killed and took too long navigating his way back to his corpse. By then, he was starving and desperate and he literally just…ate it. Right there. In a nasty-ass alley. Probably growling and snarling at anyone that looked at him funny or got too close.

Alastor can shapeshift! The way it works for him specifically is a little bit like working with clay: he uses magic to remold himself into new forms. This involves him studying and memorizing the appearance he wishes to turn into so he can know what he’s doing, both inside and out. It’s also a permanent change, meaning that it stays in effect until one of two things happens: he repeats the process to remold himself back to his original shape, or he dies, since dying acts as a “factory reset” and puts him back to his original shape when he returns. Bonus headcanon to accompany this: in order to better know his own anatomy, Alastor absolutely studied his own corpse after dying several times.

Travis, Alastor’s biological father, has moved several times during the years he’s been down in Hell while Alastor has been active. Every single time, without fail, Alastor manages to find him again purely so he can continue making his life miserable—or, at the very least, annoy him. It depends on how he’s feeling that particular day, in all honesty. Usually, though, it ends in Alastor pulling out his Colt and shooting him point blank in the face. He’ll leave the more creative methods of torture and death to his listeners whenever they decide to take him up on his occasionally broadcasted announcements giving out Travis’ location. He, himself, usually cannot be bothered to waste much time on killing the guy.

If Alastor played video games in any capacity, he would be absolutely flawless at rhythm games.

Alastor has petted his own ears to help himself calm down. He pretends it’s someone else doing it. Until recently it’s always been his mother, since she was the one person in life he was close to and trusted. Nowadays, though, he has multiple options.

Alastor used to be alright with TVs despite Vox’s treatment of him, but then Vox kept crawling out of the one in his office to try and scare him. It worked and he wound up getting pelted with several Double Mauls Alastor had set up on his desk in case of intruders. Now he no longer keeps a TV in his office, and he generally skirts around TVs in general to avoid having Vox pop up again. If someone asks him to watch a movie with them, he’ll do it—but he’s bringing a weapon in case Vox shows up. This doesn’t extend to the silver screens in movie theaters, since those aren’t actual screens and thus I believe Vox can’t do the whole Samara thing by climbing out of them. So if anyone invites him to a movie in theaters, Alastor will (probably) accept wholeheartedly!

If someone hits Alastor? Fine. He’ll take the hit. He might even hit back if he deems it worth the trouble. If he’s hit by an alternate, and it isn’t some kind of pre-ordained tussle? He will be shocked, angry, and then leave (in that exact order)—and that alternate will never see him again. It’s like the difference between getting punched by a stranger at a bar and getting punched by a family member. It’s meaner if an alternate does it.

The best time to hear Alastor’s southern American accent is when he’s either just waking up or on the verge of falling asleep. It’s very cute and hardly anyone ever gets to hear it because he usually sleeps alone.

If anyone managed to kill Alastor in a fight (which would be hard to do given his power level and him not holding back in one), he would be sincerely impressed and come back a few hours later to track them down and try to befriend them.

Alastor broadcasts on frequency 901. This is the same as his sister’s birthday: 09/01.

Alastor doesn’t talk directly to people with his mouth. Instead, his voice is coming from his microphone. It just SOUNDS like he’s talking from his mouth, and he moves his lips to form the words even though he’s not making them directly. This explains the near constant filter over his voice.

Alastor’s voice claim is the same as TytoCat’s in “Deal Maker”.

His handwriting looks like this.

#biography excerpts (headcanon)

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Star Wars Jedi: Battle Scars spoiler review

Let me start off by saying I love the game and finished it only recently, with the characters still fresh in my mind. I was excited about the book. I ate it up.

Do I love the book? No. But I don’t hate it either and I don’t think it is terrible.

The characterization in this book is good, great, even. It lets you live in the character’s heads and see the world through their eyes. Their internal dialogue is fitting, especially Cal’s in my opinion. He is headstrong, stubborn even, devoted to a point of recklesness. His world has a bit of humour in it, too, and I though it wasn’t misplaced. He’s had this little spunky side of him in the game, too. Love it.

There are some great points of conflict in this book. The fact that the Mantis crew is not as united in spirit as some of its member may think, something I suppose will tie into the second game where we don’t see the group together. There are wonderful moments of debate and fears and how each character deals with it. I liked it. Greez has an important moment and is not overshadowed, he’s given a proper voice as he should. Not just being shelved at the pilot seat all the time. Cere is being pivoted towards her position in the next game (trailer) and her behaviour is belieavable. I liked that Cal is still unfinished in a sense, he sees himself as a weapon, as a brute force that he wants to have a purpose, and he’s decided it’s to defeat the empire. He goes far enough that sometimes you wonder if he is still a Jedi or just a vigilante with a lightsaber. I like that. And I think the book gave him enough foundation to build into this idea - this unfinished, unpolished Jedi who’s left to his own devices to decide what being a Jedi even is or means.

Saying that, I am not a fan of making Cere his new Master - his new mentor. She even calls him a Padawan in one scene. Have we forgotten that Cere herself knighted Cal a Jedi knight? He’s grown past this trauma and became a man, that was the entire point of the first game I thought? And his behaviour seemed to reflect this, he was confident and took on this “leader” role in a lot of instances, clear signs of growth. I wanted to see a lot more about his knighthood, maybe see it brought up in moments when he doubted himself. Also, why does his ass have to be saved all the time? He’s very capable. He’s much stronger than at the beginning of his story. I wish he had more agency in his own book.

And this brings me to a point I wanted to make: this really isn’t much of a Cal’s story. He is in it, but the main focus is on Merrin. This isn’t wrong on its own, she is a very interesting character and I desperately wanted to know more about her. Do I feel like her characterization is good? Yes. I do. I don’t mind her being this easy-to-crush passionate person. I don’t mind her loving easily and I understand her trauma tied to Dathomir. But... she can’t talk about it with Cal? Really? Saying she felt connection to Fret because she let her be angry felt a bit too convoluted and just... stupid. Cal who is known and even described as this amicable, sweet, compassionate guy was not someone Merrin could confide in? I understand the point that the Jedi want to feel peace, and him and Cere have moved on, and I’m glad that this is not retconned by the novel, but Cal absolutely felt fear and fury and was angry. He would understand. He would help, not just worry for Merrin in the background. Am I a bit mad that he was not the one Merrin felt connected to so strongly? Yes. They even mention that they have a connection but just don’t ever expand on it.

I am getting a bit side tracked. New characters: Fret. Her girlfriend. I don’t mind them and I think they served the story just fine. There were not very interesting to me personally, I couldn’t really connect with them. But I think that is my fault, because my headcannon of Merrin and Cal being together kept knocking on my skull whenever Fret was there. I won’t like a character just because Merrin sleeps with her and Cal can’t help but “like her”. Why? Why should I like her? You gave me nothing but a conflicted romantic interest that you tried to hide behind cheesy descriptions of her body. Calling her “beautiful” and “hot” won’t change my mind: I wanted to throw her out of the airlock.

The romance: it felt rushed. It felt too much like a fanfiction. It made me blush and I audibly said “Noooo, they didn’t.” a few times. Was it fun? For sure. Was it fitting to the story? No. I am not one to shy away from smut, I love a good romance story. But this is a Star Wars story. About family, about being lost and about finding your connection to the outside world and someone in it. The game set a standard, a higher standard than we are unfortunately used to by Disney, and it was this beautiful, deep story that you could relate to. These raunchy parts in the book made it feel... childish, cheapened. I can understand the connection between Fret and Merrin, even if I don’t agree with it, without hearing about their plush lips and reading description of Fret’s tight and ripped bod. Cal being a dumbass and mistaking Merrin’s hickey for a bruise from a fight? What? There is a place for these stories, and it’s on ao4, not in the official novelization. It is not wrong - it is just so, so out of place that it is jarring. I would much rather hear Merrin’s internal monologue and know more about her history - her world of Dathomir and her Magick. I liked that she was losing her “fire”. I liked that she found a way how to gain it back. But it could have been done more gracefully.

This is my main point with this book. It reads like a fanfiction. It is nice to read and easy, you rush through it like a lightning. But is that it? So many phrases and descriptions in this pulled me right out because I recognize them from smut oneshots.

+ I do have to say that I liked the battle scenes - the combat felt fluid and nice to follow.

I also kind of like the story, even when you know from the start that it has to be something without real consequence or payoff, because it is hard to fit something in between “official” stories without overshadowing what they’ve already got going on. It was good for what it was, I liked how the story tied together. There were some rough spots - Is nobody worried about the fact that someone can track the Mantis for weeks? An Imperial? The weird bird dude? Are we gonna talk about that?

Cal feeling these tinges of jealousy without giving them a name was nice. I like the idea of him being so fiercely protective, so lost in his idealogy that he hasn’t even thought about romantic love, but is slowly coming around to it. He’s getting curious. His and Merrin’s relationship is so sweet and supportive, and I do enjoy that this Merrin’s story still does not rule him out like a potential love interest, because I really do wish to see that happen. This clash of cultures and idealogies is such a rich field and I want desperately for something to grow there, tall and strong.

Maybe in the game. Maybe in the game. But not in a “make out in the fresher” kind of way, please. No more.

The book leaves us at a set up for the game while not really answering much about Merrin or anybody else. It is fun, it is definitely not terrible. But it just leaves me with higher hopes for the game.

Number rating seems very limited but if I had to, I’d give it 6/10.

#star wars jedi battle scars #cal kestis #nightsister merrin #greez dritus #cere junda #star wars jedi fallen order #star wars jedi survivor #jedi survivor #jedi fallen order #book review

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king-there0f · 2 years

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🖊🖊🖊 Gush about three of your OCs!!

weeping and crying thaNK YOU LA ;v;

Made myself make decent cleaning headway before I sat down to answer these. Gonna pick three at random!

Under the readmore are little snippets about 🖊Perci, 🖊Thalliah, and 🖊Tori.

🖊PERCI

You know this guy! He's actually ended up being one of my favorite OCs that I've designed in a while ;v; Perci is a Passimian poke-human with an unsavory past, but incredibly optimistic outlook. He'll never turn down a fight and his stature and appearance might be initially intimidating, but he'd carry your groceries for you or walk you home late at night in a heartbeat.

Perci never learned how to read and this bites him in the ass from time to time, most often in the form of pit-fighting contracts that he blindly signs without being able to question the fine print....or... any of the print really.

I absolutely adore that I got to make a character drawing from some of my absolute favortite characters in media. Perci is a soup seasoned with Vash the Stampede, Zack Fair, Sanosuke Sagara, and Zagreus, and I love him. Big scary dude covered in tattoos and nasty scars but is actually rly nice (most of the time) and kind who is missing a finger and tells kids he lost it from running with scissors or not looking both ways before he crossed the street.

His friendship with Kitan (OC belonging to luc!) makes me wanna cry sometimes, i love them dearly. Unlikely but meaningful and lasting friendships always make me wanna weep. Truly just so soft for them.

I always want to design Perci more tattoos but that means I have to draw more tattoos. Perci is my "I wish I could get more tattoos" surrogate character. Who I give tattoos to because I can't afford any for myself lmao.

Drawing Perci's pecs and biceps make me happy lol. I truly just designed him to be incredibly self-indulgent and tbh, everyone should do this more often it's so fun.

I should really draw Perci more I've had a lot of little comic ideas for him floating around in my head I am just bad at actually committing them to paper.

Here is a tumblr post that I feel suits Persi fairly well:

🖊THALLIAH

Thalliah is one of my GW2 sylvari. When I designed her my goal was "I want her to be pink and as pretty as possible."

I mean look at her I'd say I succeeded:

She is the assistant to Cal (OC belonging to @pocketoon) and together they run the Calla Lilly Wedding Company, here for all your wedding needs! In addition to being colleagues, the two are also good friends and have a great amount of trust and respect for each other.

Thalliah is extremely up-beat, outgoing and is incredibly good with people. She is usually the point of contact for clients while Cal handles the itineraries, organization, and budgeting. She has a way with people and is good at making people happy without being a pushover. She has a keen sense for knowing when to give a little, and when to put her foot down and this diplomatic attitude has come in clutch many a time in their line of work.

After the whole Mordremoth incident their business (being entirely Sylvari owned and operated) took a huge hit and it definitely had an impact on Thalliah's outlook. She hadn't expected people to react as strongly and for as long as they did. Their business suffered and is still recovering, but things at present are definitely on an up-swing. More than anything Thalliah loves to see people happy. And what's happier than helping to join people together in the name of love?

Thalliah is an amateur seamstress and has a passion for flower arrangement. In what little free time she has she is often pursuing crafts and her hobbies. She loves fashion and often tries new looks, though her palettes rarely change. She delights in new experiences and will leap at the chance to try new foods, experience new climates and meet new people.

Thalliah, while significantly better at knowing when to take breaks and rest than Cal, still struggles with feeling aimless or useless when she is not actively doing something.

I think Thalliah sometimes struggles with self-worth. Not in a deep and profound "I'm a tiny and insignificant crumb in the universe" kind of way, but in a "I'm not useful If I can't make people happy." Kind of way. It's not something that bothers her often, but is one of those things that can flare up from time to time and lead her to push herself harder than she sometimes should.

🖊TORI

One of my newest babes. Tori is the result of myself and my dear friend @baptizedbywitches getting back into GW Factions after a long time away.

Tori is a Necromancer from a long line of necromancers. He and his twin sister (Who belongs to @baptizedbywitches ) grew up in a very traditional Canthan household. Their family makes regular offerings and prayers to Grenth and they pass their arts down through many generations.

Tori and his sister in particular are especially gifted and are thought to have been blessed by Grenth at birth, given the complicated circumstances and tribulations during their mother's pregnancy.

While necromancy is still an art that is misunderstood by many, it was occasionally a point of contention in school when the two were younger, their whole family being seen as a bit eccentric, mysterious, and unsettling. One such contentious encounter with a classmate led to blows and Tori ended up coming home with a bruised eye dragging a kid with a similarly bruised face behind him. Tori and Zaq were nearly inseparable ever since. (Zaq belongs to @baptizedbywitches as well <3 )

Designing Tori was fun because GW1 necros are so scrugnly. Their posture is horrible. Their armor is insane. I really wanted to lean hard into the undead and tired vibe gw1 necros exude at all times. A real "Put him in a pringles can and shake him" Kind of character.

Since making regular offerings to Grenth is a very regular thing in their family, Tori often uses it as an excuse for "giving up" troublesome things like "Good Posture" and "His ability to give a shit" and "His tits"

#ask game #asksksksk #thank you La!!!#original character #Perci #tori #Thalliah

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Battle Scars Review (spoiler-free)

9/10. I haven't done a review in a while but this book needs one for a few reasons. The short of it is that it fucks.

I decided to read it (the audiobook version- I mostly do audio) to bridge the gap between my last read and to-be-released Cataclysm. Similarly, one of the primary purposes of Battle Scars is clearly to bridge the gap between JFO and Survivor. I picked up the book because I liked the characters from JFO and thought it would be a fun listen to pass the time. But it did so much more.

The first half was good. I was still feeling out the characters and wondering where we were headed next. The second half hooked me; it was great! And the finale is honestly incredible. I wasn't expecting how much I loved it. After finishing it, I realized I had fell absolutely in love with the main cast and new characters. It begs for your attention because the characters are constantly giving it their all- and the voice performance was excellent too. I can't justify giving it a lesser score for my own sanity. The book has great interactions, raw emotions, engaging action sequences, meaningful representation, balanced pacing, and allows an inroad to question other things in the universe.

I've noticed on a few sites that the book is rated poorly by readers, and I'm not exactly sure why. Maybe it’s about people's mismatched expectations. E..g, the "balanced pacing" mentioned above- this is not JFO in the sense that Cal is constantly running around with BD-1 slashing at enemies or finding loot. It’s some of that but also extrapolates on the between-mission interactions to fully flesh out an actual novel. Or maybe readers were expecting something more earth-shattering/consequential for the universe in general, I don't know. All I know is that this book did everything it set out to do; I love the characters more than ever, appreciate the journeys they took in this novel, and am even more excited for Survivor.

If you feel differently, no prob. But don't go into the book expecting Darth Vader to be around the corner again. The novel is a tight, character-centric story that is focused on expanding on JFO as opposed to the rest of the universe. That said... watch out for surprising connections!

I won't say this novel is a "must-read" or shook up the foundations of Star Wars. However, if you liked the JFO characters, go read the book. Merrin, Cal, Greez, and Cere are now my little blorbos and I will do anything to keep them safe.

Onto Cataclysm, and hopefully Quest for Planet X soon after.

#just go read it #i never thought it would be THIS good #just gotta go into it with the right expectations like with anything #battle scars #jedi fallen order #jfo #cal kestis #merrin #cere junda #greez dritus #star wars #reviews #novels #my posts

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Cal Kestis Headcanons that No One Asked For

So I’ve slowly been going through story mode of Jedi: Fallen Order, and I’m about to go to the Fort Inquisitorius so I haven’t even finished yet but I’m absolutely in love with Cal Kestis, so here are some hc about him, romantic and non-romantic.

SPOILERS FOR JEDI: FALLEN ORDER

Cal x female!reader

You both love it when you play with his hair. The first time was almost an accident on your part, because you were just sitting behind him on the bunk while he’s tinkering with his saber and staring at the back of his head. It’s so red, and you’d honestly rarely seen such a bright color naturally occurring, much less growing out of a human head? Your hand brushed a strand almost of its own volition, and you both just froze. He slowly turned to look at you, and you almost stopped breathing because Did you just mess up did you just fuck up the relationship oh shit shit shit--. And he just whispers, “Uh, could you do that again?” And you’re in such a state of shock and relief that you just scoot back on the bunk and gesture at your open lap. Cere walks in on the two of you later, him dopey and almost asleep with his head in your lap, your fingers running through the silky strands. She doesn’t say anything, even when Greez points out the two small braids that you left at the nape of his neck.

He’s so competitive. Like come on, this man refused to back down from two or three separate fights against fully-fledged Inquisitors and one insane Jedi Master while he was still technically a Padawan. So he won’t let you beat him. At anything. You’re watering the latest seed that he brought back from a planet? Bam, he’s got Greez’s special plant food and he’s giving every single one of them a five-course meal. If you’re a Jedi, and you’re meditating in the back of the Mantis? You open your eyes after ten or so minutes and he’s right there in front of you, doing that little concentration face that you fell in love with so easily. If you’re a Jedi, you’re evenly matched in almost everything that you do in terms of abilities, and you teach each other where you’re not. Greez is terrified of watching you two spar, because you don’t hold back, but you’re also so equal to him in skill that it’s a whirl of light and blocking known attacks.

Him and BD-1 were a package deal, but as soon as you were welcomed aboard the Mantis, Cal couldn’t believe how easily the little droid warmed up to you. Of course, BD sticks with Cal and is his right hand man on adventures, but Cal no longer occupies 100 percent of BD’s free time. You refuse to tell Cal exactly where, but you found a spot right behind BD’s “head” where if you scratch it, the droid is on the ground and kicking a leg in the air in happiness. If you’re a mechanic, you can usually be found in the back, tinkering with BD’s processor to make it run more efficiently, or oiling his joints again, or designing new paint jobs for the happy little droid. Either way, you’ve stolen a decent fraction of the droid’s affection, and none of the Mantis crew has any idea how you did it. It’s actually the first thing that urged you and Cal to start spending more time together, and you remember BD’s happy little hops after you’d finally kissed Cal for the first time.

There is absolutely no backing for this, but I think that Cal can sing. Nothing fancy, of course, it’s not like there are vocal lessons available on Bracca or in the Jedi Order, but he can carry a tune. It’s sometimes the only way you can fall asleep on the Mantis, because even though Greez and the crew make it cozy, it’s not home. But as soon as you’re curled up in the twin-sized bunk, and Cal starts humming to you, you’re out before he’s finished the chorus. Sometimes the songs are happy, but they’re often little ditties that he heard from the clones before Order 66, or mourning songs that fellow workers on Bracca would sing during the night when the rain was pounding on the metal and creating a natural rhythm and harmony for the tired mechanics. They’re songs of lost love, fallen brothers, and vague longings for newer, better lives. You fall asleep to his soothing voice, but you often wake with an ache in your heart for the suffering and pain that Cal has experienced and witnessed in his short life.

He’s ticklish. He hates that you know. He hates that you told Merrin, and now she can blackmail him into getting her favorite foods from supply markets. But you love the childish giggles that you’re able to pull out of him when you finally corner him and run your fingers over his neck. Tickle fights always end in make-out sessions.

+18 NSFW under the cut

So... Cal never had the chance to understand wanting intimacy before you, sexual and non-sexual. He was terrified the first time he looked at you and didn’t recognize that strange feeling in his chest. He’d never felt it before, was there something wrong with him? Was he sick? It takes a sit-down with Greez for him to figure out what’s going on, and it’s even scarier than the possibility of illness. Jedi were forbidden to love, it had always been a taboo in his mind, even if he had never had the opportunity to find out what it felt like.

He pushes it away at first. He ignores the flutters in his chest when you’re laughing with Merrin at dinner. He denies the complete shorting out of his brain when he accidentally brushes too close to you while trying to get to your shared bunk.

He has his first wet dream, and wakes up absolutely throbbing with the memory of the dream that involved you and him and way too little clothes for his repressed childhood. He tries to grit his teeth and go back to sleep, but it’s too uncomfortable, and he can’t get the image of your body out of his mind. Jedi Masters always gave their Padawans the sex talk, and Jaro Tapal was nothing if not a good Master. So Cal knows basically what he has to do to relieve the tension so that he can get a little more sleep. He just doesn’t expect to lose control of himself to the point where he grunts your name when he comes. His heart just about stops when he hears the bed above him creak, and he yanks the sheets over his head until he’s sure that you’re not awake. He gets up early the next morning so that he can clean up without fear of you catching him.

After you get together, Cal is even more scared of the relationship. He had checked with Cere, and though she skews more traditional in her beliefs, she knows that Cal’s trauma and overcoming of it is more than she could hope to understand. Maybe this relationship could bring a stability to his life that nothing else could provide. She cautions him on the power of Dark Side, and how the fear of losing love dragged many great Jedi astray. But she also trusts you, and she knows that you would never do anything to hurt him. She hadn’t missed the lovesick puppy eyes you’d been sending his way.

You start out promising to take it slow. Neither of you had much experience in the areas of relationships and dating, much less sex, so at the beginning, you make sure to clarify that there’s no pressure to rush through anything. It’s mostly just spending more time together, slowly exploring each other. You both learn about each other’s pasts, and spend time talking through the different experiences, rationalizing and comforting each other. Before you even begin to experiment in bed, he’s become your best friend.

When you finally do, it’s short and sweet and perfect for two people who are trying to take their relationship slow. You teach him about what you like, and he gasps out in between moans what feels good and ohhh, what feels even better.

Okay, a bit of a time skip here, but after Cal’s more experienced, he is a sucker for you riding his thigh. He’s built and strong, so the ridge of muscle beneath you and rubbing against every single spot that sparks delicious warmth in your belly brings you to climax so much more quickly than you could have expected. He loves looking up at you, mouth open and eyes half shut in ecstasy as you chase your high, your heat leaving sticky wetness on his thigh that only serves to make him harder. He’ll grind his leg up if only to hear that heavenly little squeal and whimper that he can get out of you. You’re beautiful to him even on the worst days, but when you’re above him, sweaty and on the brink of coming all over his thigh? Stars, you’re the most glorious thing he’s ever seen, and he rode a shyyyo bird over the untouched forest of Kashyyyk.

Sadcanons. Don’t read if you don’t want sad feels tonight

There is no denying that Cal’s not a whole person at the beginning of the storyline. He definitely regains some of himself back, but there are parts of him that I believe died with the clones and died with Jaro. There are times where he has nightmares, and when he wakes up, he doesn’t want to be with anyone. Even you. He’ll lapse into silence for hours and days at a time, staring at the blank wall while you try to get him to eat or drink something because damnit it’s been days and he hasn’t so much as moved. Your heart breaks at every sign of his damage, because you know that there is only so much you can do to help. This is a journey that he has to complete independently, though it doesn’t mean that you won’t be here for him when he wakes up.

You trace his scars to comfort him. He’s insecure about them, and is terrified of the memories that they bring back. But when you’re there, loving even his jagged edges, it’s all marginally better and he can bear to live with himself a little more.

He comforts you too. Whatever your background, the Clone Wars and the Purge gave everyone a little bit of damage, and you were no different. He holds you when you’re crying, and comforts you after your nightmares. He’ll purposefully pick a happy song to sing when he knows that you’re down, and he never fails to make you laugh through the tears.

His psychometry allows him to understand your trauma better than you could hope to understand his. Before you even allow him to sense your past, you make him promise to not internalize any of it. You know that he would, though it makes no logical sense. He promises.

Oops I made myself yearn. Now back to our regularly scheduled program of single life. School’s kicking my ass right now, but this made me feel better so I can’t complain too much.

But in all seriousness, I recommend this game 10/10. The Star Wars content is absolutely impeccable, the graphics are gorgeous, it gives me a thrill in my chest to know that every single second is canon. Cal is a beautifully written character, and even though his story breaks my heart, it’s written so well. He doesn’t lash out in anger, rather internalizing his fears and pain in a way that I can relate to, and he’s scarily powerful. It’s a feel good story for me despite the pain, and I’m looking forward to finishing it this weekend!

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queenxxxsupreme · 3 years

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I 've recently found your writing and I'm so glad I did!! You're incredible, and I absolutely love the way you write Arthur in an established relationship. There's so much fic about the excitement and will-they-wont-they of a new relationship, but it's so sweet to see a dynamic with Arthur and someone who just knows him so well. New love is fun and world shifting, but there's nothing like the old comfort of a love that it backed by time <3 Idk if you still take requests but consider this one!

A/N: I wasn’t too sure if this was what you meant or not, but I did an established relationship with Arthur. This is just fluffy morning softness with him. If this isn’t what you meant and I completely got it wrong, please let me know! I’ll definitely get to work on a new one! It won’t hurt my feelings at all if I did interpret it the wrong way and you would like another one! (I love writing for Arthur he makes me happy)

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The sun was just beginning to shine through the thick treetops that surrounded Horseshoe Overlook. Birds chirped in the trees and a few squirrels scurried around just to your left in the bushes.

You sat at a table with a cup of coffee and one of your favorite books in hand. It was early in the morning, far too early for most of the camp to be up but a few of the older members such as Mrs. Grimshaw and Herr Strauss were awake.

Over the years, you’d grown accustomed to waking up bright and early with Arthur Morgan. You liked to see him off on his busy days when Dutch or Hosea had him running half away across the state for a job. And on the days where he wasn’t needed immediately, you enjoyed sitting with him for breakfast or coffee.

“Good morning, Y/N.” Hosea greeted you as he passed by your table to get to the pot of coffee.

“Morning, Hosea.” You gave him a smile.

He migrated back to his tent, choosing to sit at the table nearest to the tent while he looked over a map. You silently wondered if whatever it was he was planning would involve Arthur.

The sudden feeling of something big behind you almost made you jump. But the hands on your shoulders let you know exactly who it was. He rubbed circles into your shoulders with his thumbs, leaning down to kiss the top of your head.

“Mmhm. Your hair smells good.” Arthur hummed.

You tilted your head back to look at him, a smile coming to your lips.

“Good morning, handsome.”

“Good mornin’, pumpkin.” He dipped his head down to kiss between your brows. “How’s the coffee today?”

Arthur began to reach for your cup of coffee sitting on the table.

“You won’t like that.” You tried to warn him, but he was already taking a drink of the hot beverage.

He cringed, placing the cup back on the table and bringing the back of his hand to his mouth.

“Now you know very well that you wouldn’t like that, Arthur.” You looked up at him. “I put sugar in mine.”

“Yeah, yeah. I don’t like sugar.” He muttered, pulling a chair around the table so he could sit closer to you. “I was hopin’ after all these years you’d come to your senses.”

“And drink that bitter shit you drink? No thank you.” You giggled. “You want me to get you a cup?”

“I’ll get one here in a second.” Arthur shook his head, looking around camp. “Who’s awake?”

“Strauss and Susan are up and chatting over by the cliff.” You nodded towards the north end of camp. “Hosea’s over there at the table and earlier I saw Dutch come out of his tent for a minute but I think he must’ve gone back to sleep. It’s been pretty still all morning.”

Arthur nodded.

“You didn’t sleep much last night.” He spoke quietly, leaning forward on his elbows. This put him closer to you.

“Tossed and turned a lot.” You closed your book and picked up your coffee.

“I know. I could feel the bed move every time you threw yourself around.” He chuckled a little. “What kept you up?”

You shook your head, not wanting to bother him with your worries.

He reached over to take your coffee from you, gently prying it out of your hands.

“Come on, pumpkin. What was it?”

“You know how I get.” You shrugged your shoulders. “When Dutch mentions his ideas and plans at night, I don’t sleep. Don’t think neither of us really do but I…. I just…. Since Blackwater, I haven’t been able to sleep.”

Arthur’s brows were furrowed together softly as he looked at you.

“I’m worried about us, Arthur.” You admitted.

He stayed silent, lips pressed together in a line.

“I got a bad feelin’ in my stomach. Blackwater was bad, Arthur.”

He nodded a little and reached over to take one of your hands away from your coffee. He brushed his thumb over your knuckles, eyes focusing on a scar that ran across the back of your hand.

“Blackwater went sour, but sometimes that happens, pumpkin. Sometimes jobs don’t go how we planned. You remember that job we did back in Montana in ‘82?”

A small smile crept on to your lips.

“That was ages ago.”

“Sure feels like it.” Arthur chuckled. “We found a rancher to steal from.”

“If I remember correctly, I found a rancher to steal it from. You messed it up.” You poked his chest, your tone teasing.

“I know. I know.” Arthur muttered, adjusting his hat. “Just ‘cause you had to flirt with the old bastard didn’t mean I was gonna sit by and let him about you like you were some saloon girl.”

You spent a week flirting your way into the pocket of a rich rancher in Montana while Arthur played an up and coming rancher from out of town. On the night that you were supposed to rob the mark, Arthur went out for drinks with the rancher and you while you accompanied the rancher as his date. Soon, the rancher and his friends were drunk and their gentlemanly charm had vanished. The second they started practically harassing you, Arthur dropped the act and start throwing his fists.

“You walked out of there with a broken nose” You reached over to cup his face, brushing your thumb along the bridge of his nose.

“And somehow, you managed to get that scar on the back of your hand and another on your arm.” Arthur sighed. “Didn’t mean for it to happen like that, but sometimes jobs go sideways and we can’t always see it until it happens.”

“But Arthur, that was back when it was just us and Hosea and Dutch. Now we have three times that many people to worry about and look after.” You furrowed your brows together. “Dutch has got to see it ain’t all about the money. Sure some of us may not have much more time left on the clock, but we got some young people too. Jack, Tilly, Mary-Beth, Lenny, Karen, Sean, and now Kieran too…. We need to think about how what we do will affect them in the long run.”

Arthur chuckled softly, looking down for a moment.

“What are you laughin’ at, Arthur Morgan?”

“You, pumpkin. I think it’s adorable when you play mother hen.” He kissed your forehead. “Pumpkin, they’re young but they are grown ass people. They can make their own decisions.”

“Just like you did when you were their age?” You raised your brows. “Look where it’s gotten you, Mr. Morgan. Sitting in a bum camp living like someone who ain’t got nothin’ to live for.”

“And look who’s sittin’ right beside me in this bum camp.” He tapped the outsides of your thighs. You laughed softly, knowing you walked straight into that one.

“I’m sittin’ here ‘cause I followed some fool with blue eyes and a heart of gold all the way from out west” You muttered. “Ended up findin’ the love of my life too.”

Arthur gazed at you for a few moments, his chest warming up with your words.

“Anyways, I wouldn’t change any of the choices that I made when I was their age.” He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his nose and crossing his arms.

“Oh yeah?” You stood up to get him a cup of coffee. “Why not?”

“‘Cause I found the biggest pain in my ass in the whole damn country when I was their age.” His eyes followed you.

You handed him the cup of coffee, warning him that it was still pretty warm. Before you could move back to your seat, his hand took yours, keeping you by his chair.

“My pumpkin….” His eyes focused on that scar on the back of your hand again. “She’s been with me through thick and thin, and even when I haven’t been so kind to her.”

“We all make mistakes, Arthur.” You reminded him. You knew he was talking about the few times you two had broken up and he started a relationship with Mary Linton. “Only thing that matters is you came back to me.”

You took his hat off of his head so you could kiss his forehead.

“Love you, pumpkin.” He spoke quietly, letting your hand go so you could return to your seat.

“Love you more, Arthur.” You gave him a smile, replacing his hat on his head.

You sat down and picked up your cup of coffee to take a sip.

Arthur’s eyes flickered over to Dutch’s tent. Molly was pinning the lapels back, meaning that the two were waking up.

“We’re gonna be just fine, pumpkin.” Arthur told you, nodding his head a little.

“I know. We always are. Just doesn’t come easy sometimes.”

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themadauthorshatter · 3 years

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... I just love OTPs, I can't help it.

OTP HEADCANONS: 2020 Edition

These will include the series of Red Queen, Dorothy Must Die, SGE, The Folk of The Air, and Nightmare Before Christmas(I'll throw in the Skellington kids, too, because I love them💙)

MAJOR TW FOR ALL THE EVENTS THAT OCCURED IN 2020, AND THAT INCLUDES QUARANTINE.

RED QUEEN:

At the news of a Pandemic, Mare and Cal are equally confused and scared, but at least they're not on the battlefield.

They hold up in Paradise Valley until the quarantine is lifted.

It starts off fine with them doing puzzles, hiking, and doing some exercises to pass the time. Then 3 weeks pass and both are bored; Mare's bored enough to drink coffee onto of the fridge and Cal's sitting in a chair upside down because fuck court etiquette, he's so bored.

Cal contemplates luring wolves with dinner scraps again.

They had a mini argument that meant nothing because Cal's hair got long and he wanted Mare to cut it, she but only offered to shave his stubble, not cut his hair.

They both get a lot of sleep, and have a lot of nightmares, which they comfort each other from.

They also really enjoy the silence.

Cal gets into poetry and Mare paints. Both are surprised at how good the other is at their new hobbies.

They talk. A lot. It begins awkwardly and ends with the two in each other's arms.

Cal becomes more of a punner, and Mare loves and hates it.

There's tall of getting a dog, but there's one problem: Paradise Valley doesn't have any shelters, and they'll be arrested or forced ro turn back hime, regardless of rank.

Mare grows taller... by 2 inches. She almost killed Cal for how much he laughed.

When they're allowed to go out, Mare often forgets to bring her mask.

Cal's good at remembering their masks.

Mare REFUSES to leave when she hears about the murder hornets.

Cal gets repellent to calm her down.

They also recover some Old Era TV Shows.

ENDLESS quotes from The Office, Friends, and many more shows.

Cal visits Maven's grave more. Mare comes with every now and then, but usually lets him go alone.

They don't usually argue, but those arguments never last.

They tried a bit of ability training, and greed that they should be careful when Mare summoned a bolt of lightning from the sky and Cal almost set fire to everything around them.

They read a lot, too, but Cal reads more than Mare because she falls asleep, usually on him.

DOROTHY MUST DIE:

Nox had no clue what a Pandemic was, or what the big deal was about going outside and not being near people, until Amy explained it.

First day of online school crashed and burned because Nox had NO IDEA what he was doing, which led to Amy 'accompanying' him in classes.

Amy puts her college plans on hold for a little while.

Nox is more emotional and neither of them know how to handle it.

They have more nightmares, since there's nothing to keep their minds busy, but Amy is more reserved about it. Nox prefers to write about what he dreams, anyway.

Nox stays up, from all the nightmares, but Amy sits with him to keep him company.

When Amy heard about the murder hornets, Nox held up a fly swatter and opened all the windows.

Amy does fine, but Nox dies from boredom, when they're done with school. And I don't mean he just sits and groans, he lies face down on the couch as Amy tries to get him up.

They spend A LOT of time in Nox's apartment, and it's literally spotless because Nox is THAT bored.

They binge a lot of TV shows, and Nox falls in love with shows like Peaky Blinders.

They tried watching Game of Thrones. It didn't go well; negative past experiences.

Nox figured out the plot twist to The Umbrella Academy WAY before Amy did.

They watched Heathers and Amy asked Nox what he'd do if she was dealing with trash friends and guys who don't take 'no' for an answer. The look on his face when he asked who it was reminded Amy of who he was before meeting her.

Nox finds YouTube and discovers the guy that makes knives out of anything and makes it his mission to copy each and every video, come Hell or high water.

Amy walked in on him doing this and genuinely wondered if he was okay, and asked if she could help him.

They also binged musicals. Nox isn't a huge music person, but he still loves them; Kansas has its own magic that he finds intriguing.

Amy once found Nox crouching ontop of the fridge while drinking a mug of coffee.

Madison stopped by and dropped off some rhinestones, lash glue, and a tool to apply the stones. Amy spent a lot of time putting the stones on her face while Nox watched, with Madison and Dustin also watching via Facetime, sitting backwards in a chair and wondering what her plan was, even making very Julien Solomita-esque comments, mixed with very 'I used to be a fighter and a spy' comments that made Amy, Madison, and Dustin laugh. Some if those comments:

"I know Glamora told you to lighten up, but I don't she'd expect this."

"If those were real diamonds, you wouldn't need any armor or a weapon. Just headbutt them, and you're good."

"Don't be upset, but it's the beginning of summer, so I don't think winter's coming any time soon."

"Whichever chandelier you made out with, I will find them, damn it."

After a little while, Amy asked if Nox wanted a rhinestone face. He agreed, but only as long as she took out all the red stones. He could handle pink, but no red.

It took them an hour to get the stones off.

Their hair gets long and they agree to cut each other's hair. Nox cuts her hair chin length and Amy tries to be as style his hair. They don't look the best, but they at least look good.

They absolutely watch Unus Annus, and start quoting that.

When they get the news they can go out wearing a mask, Nox got confused and got 3 different masks: a masquerade mask, a normal face mask, and a gas mask, which he wears all the time to annoy Amy.

They do stay in shape as much as possible, but there is evidence that they could have been more active, with their muscles shrinking and both having lost a little weight.

Nox NEVER drops his guard, and quarantine didn't help.

They tried dying their hair, but it didn't work as well as they'd hoped.

SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL:

Tedros worries about Agatha and everyone else, but Agatha keeps him in check.

Crime drops big time, so that's a plus for Tedros and Agatha.

They have more time to breathe, with everyone being inside and avoiding each other.

Tedros hates the quiet at first, but Agatha helps him adjust.

They spend a lot of time wandering the castle and answering whatever call there is, if any.

The SGE is out for a little while, so they don't hear too much from there.

Tedros, without normal king business to distract him, has more nightmares and starts losing sleep because he doesn't want to dream about what's happened to him and his friends.

Agatha has nightmares, too, but she's better at hiding it.

They do talk about it and agree to be more open with what's going on in their heads.

They also agree that they'll help each other through these times.

Tedros helps Agatha with swordplay and Agatha both gets him into reading more and tries to help him with his magic.

Whenever there's something they need outside, Agatha gets it because she's not that afraid of getting sick; she grew up eating frog and lizard soup.

Tedros worries about her, but doesn't really stop her because she's taller, and having fun trying to stop Agatha once she's committed to doing something.

Tedros finds a new hobby: origami.

Agatha doesn't join in, per se, she more watches because she's never seen Tedros be so patient with something.

They play around with each other's hair, as it grows longer. Agatha ties Tedros's hair back and Tedros braids her hair.

They write to Sophie or anyone else, like people who have some sort of report of a crime or complaint duch as infertile soil, so their penmanship improves.

Tedros grows a bit of a stubble and, after some prickly kiss attacks, Agatha threatens to shave it off herself, if he doesn't. It's all in good fun, but she sort of did mean it because his face and cheeks were really scratchy.

Tedros REFUSES to let Agatha go out alone, even when she's masked up.

When they go out, Tedros always carries a sword.

Picnics in the woods.

Star gazing at night.

Agatha starts wearing pants, as an experiment, and her "dresser"/dress designer is APPALLED.

There are times they argue, but they stay together and communicate because relationship goals.

THE CRUEL PRINCE:

At the news of a Pandemic/plague, Cardan ordered all the human servants to get as healthy as they could so they'd be able to go outside. He would accompany them, but they could not let Jude go out.

She's not happy, when she finds out

Cardan asks if she can avoid going to the human world, so she doesn't get sick.

She goes anyway and returns unscathed.

Cardan considers glamoring the human servants to keeep Jude healthy, but Jude almost pincushions him for it.

Anxious? Worried? Psh! Don't be silly. Cardan becomes somethimg if a paranoid maniac because he's scared of Jude getting sick and dying because he's Fae and she's Mortal, so she's more susceptible to illnesses and he doesn't know wnoufh about mortals to get her healthy agaun were she to get sick, but there's nothing wroung with him, really.

Whenever they're not ruling, Jude practices her swordplay while Cardan reads, major plus being that he reads full series to not worry about Jude so much.

Jude helps Cardan with sword fighting, using wooden practice swords not metal, and Cardan helps her try to get into reading, reading to her as she rests her head on his chest when she doesn't want to read read.

Cardan discovers manga and graphic novels and is too confused for Jude NOT to laugh; "He's in armor made if IRON. How is he able to fly!?" "I've seen a lot people different people, and none of them have made this face." "... So is Spiderman THIS one or THIS one?"

Sword practice usually ends with Cardan on the ground exhausted while Jude simply stands and chuckles for him to get up.

Cardan doesn't get beat smd scarred, he gets poked and minorly bruised, which he was not ready for because of how he was treated by Balekin.

One day, while Cardan was reading some Sherlock Holmes, Jude slipped hoop bracelets on and tied ribbons to his tail, at least as many as she could before she got caught; she only realized as such when his tail started flicking out of her reach and curling around her wrist, and saw Cardan grinning at her.

They do visit Taryn and Vivi still, but Cardan only wears a mask to remind Jude, who does not forget ever.

Cardan thinks about his 'friendship' Nicasia, Locke, and Valerian and semi-realizes that Valerian and Locke may have been using him while Nicasia was at least a little genuine.

They talk about Locke and equally wish that they had helped Taryn in killing Locke. If not, then they wish that they at least watched. They agreed that if time travel was real, Jude could help Trayn kill Locke and Cardan could watch, as long as he helped dispose of the body.

They laughed at that a couple minutes later.

THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS(Featuring the Skellington kids(I'd say Skull Kids, but I feel like Skull Kid(s) was taken)):

Jack knows what a Pandemic is; he lived through one while he was alive.

Sally knew it would happen because she knows one happens about every two hundred years/whenever a year ends in 20.

The triplets know what a plague is, but have never seen one actually happen.

When they explored the human world at night and noticed there were absolutely no humans in sight, Luna reminded her brothers that the humans were told to stay inside to prevent any spreading.

Jacob takes the opportunity to MAKE SURE people actually stay inside.

Pro: he got Instagram famous. Con: Jack and Sally were not happy at all with how reckless he was.

Let's say, for the sake of the story, Halloween had to be cancelled worldwide because regulation and a need for things to get better.

Upon hearing the news of Halloween getting cancelled, Jack was very salty about it; "Why cancel Halloween, if the 4th of July was still allowed to be celebrated?"

All of Halloween Town was very upset; the living are so fragile, it ruins the fun of scaring them.

The Mayor was in deep, DEEP distress, but Jack made it up to him, and the rest of the town, by saying next year's Halloween would be ine no one would ever forget, and it's not because he's 'borrowing' a holiday again, it's because they'll all have a year of scaring shenanigans built up inside them all that will make up for what was missed.

Everyone rejoiced and Jack, once he got back inside his house with his wife and children, sighed and mentally kicked himself for saying no one would forget next year's Halloween; there was one Halloween in particular he sure as hell isn't forgetting any time soon.

Daemon's carving more intricate pumpkins and plans on giving the humans mini-scares so they keep quarantining, hiding a 'surprise' for any entitled Karens he finds.

Luna is the most obedient of the triplets by staying in Halloween Town and instead studying what she calls a 'counter-plague' so there's no need for a Pandemic; she refuses to call it a vaccine because that would imply sje wants to help the humans that shot down and could have killed her dad. She still has a bone to pick.

Jack doesn't spiral out like in the movie, he has Sally to help and the triplets to keep his mind busy.

While Jacob and Daemon keep the humans from leaving their houses, Luna researches the current events and learns of murder hornets that are large, sting like all hell, and cause death to anyone unfortunate enough to get stung.

Jack gets very intrigued and they collect as many as they can and keep them in a jar, but take one out to study it.

They were not impressed; murder hornets? Jack has seen worse.

Since there wasn't a Halloween, Jack decided to walk through the streets, seeing as how Daemon and Jacob already did a lot of the scaring for him(thise little shits). He had to admit, it was nice to walk in the night and only hear the animal sounds and not screams.

Luna did not find a 'counter-plague,' even with Sally's help, but she did discover some poisons she could use against her brothers. Sally made her promise not to do so.

On the Halloween night where nothing happened, Jack took his family out to a picnic/star gazing session. Genuinely one of his favorite Halloweens to date.

HENRY STICKMIM COLLECTION:

Henry and Ellie knew it was going to happen and were more than surprised to also see Charles planning ahead by making a list for what they needed, even admitting he'd been following the news and rumors and stocking up on ADD medicine so he wouldn't have to go out to get them.

The other soldiers weren't worried until they were told to go home and take a break for a little bit.

Triple Threat wasn't really effected until day 24.

On day 1, they just hung out and were relatively calm, working online, doing workouts to stay fit, and just being as normal as possible.

On day 24, all three are more than a little bored. Henry's bored enough to andwer calls from telemarketers and prank them, Ellie's contemplating bleaching her hair with peroxide, and Charles is playing with fidget toys he's bough and collected over the years, though he's doing it more because he's a little stressed than bored.

Henry and Ellie are surprised to this this, but Charles admits he used to bite his nails a lot, but stopped after a LONG while.

Speaking of names, Ellie paints hers and the boys', though while Henry paints his in clear coat, Charles paints one hand black and the other in red, mint, and glittery pink on one nail because try stopping him.

It makes Ellie laugh and pisses off Henry so much.

Ellie gets calls from her family saying they want her to come home, or closer to home, because they're worried and she instead blocks their numbers.

They watch a lot of horror movies as a reason to stay inside.

When they get bored of American horror and try Japanese, Asian, and more western horror movies.

Instant regret.

They watched the movie Audition and Henry looked at a very unimpressed Charles, who said the antagonist was being sloppy, and hid all the kitchen knives, saws, and sharp and blunt objects, including tools(must've remembered Human Piece).

He stopped after a week of Charles being himself and literally shaking at Hannibal Lecter as they watched the Silence of The Lambs series.

All three open up more about their lives. It's ugly, there's yelling, conflicting life philosophies, and even some insults thrown. Henry admits that gotten screwed over by the law enough times while fending for himself to have as little faith in it as possible, Ellie admits she ran away from home and would rather die than go back because of how tight of a leash they kept her on, and Charles admits that while he has thought about quitting on the government and turning to a life of crime, he never did because that would have been to easy of a choice. Training for the military was and still is hard as hell, which Henry and Ellie can tell because Charles can physically do more than them(if they ran a mile, Henry and Ellie would be exhausted and Charles wouldn't even be out of breath), but he's never given up on it because he knew his parents would skin him, if they were still alive.

There were tears at the end, and the team all needing to be alone for a little bit, but they were back together and agreed to be a little more open with each other, since they were a team now.

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frunbuns · 3 years

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Fair

In the moments after Cal uses the Force to save him Prauf has a lot of thoughts. Cal is a Jedi. Or...he’s supposed to be one at least. The Jedi Order died the day the Empire rose to power.

He's just a kid. It's not fair.

[Or; Prauf's thoughts about Cal using the Force to save him. And Prauf repaying the favour.]

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In the moments after Cal uses the Force to save him Prauf has a lot of thoughts. At first he’s shocked. He has known the kid for years. Practically watched him grow up. And sure, he acted a bit strange sometimes, but Prauf would have never thought he had the Force. That anyone with that power would pick Bracca to hide out on.

He’d just assumed it was being on Bracca. That it was some traumatic past making him so skittish and wary. That’s probably true though, just not in the way he had thought. He had been pretty scared when Prauf found him. Cal had never told him, and Prauf had never asked.

But no. Cal is a Jedi.

Or...he’s supposed to be one at least. The Jedi Order died the day the Empire rose to power.

Then Prauf feels a rush of gratitude. Cal risked a lot to save him. It’s dangerous. Just that little moment is enough to put Cal’s entire life at stake. Prauf is not blind or deaf. He knows the Empire hunts Jedi. Their propaganda is everywhere. Having these Force powers is not safe. He doesn’t know what they do to them, but it can’t be good. And Cal is only seventeen. He’s just a kid.

He’s just a kid.

The Empire doesn’t care.

Lastly, Prauf is overcome with concern. Absolute horror at the idea that the Empire might get ahold of him. Cal is a good kid. Even after years on Bracca he has remained kind and gentle. A rare quality to find on the planet. The Empire is not kind to its normal citizens. It will rip him apart. Prauf is sure of it.

Cal can’t stay. The realisation crushes something in him. Cal is his friend. His best friend. Cal has grown up in front of his eyes. Prauf still remembers when he needed new clothes almost every week because he just wouldn’t stop growing. There’s no one in the galaxy Prauf trusts more than Cal. But it’s not safe here. It’s not worth the risk for him to stay. Cal needs to get out of here. It’s not safe for him.

The thought of Cal leaving Bracca settles heavily in the pit of his belly. Bracca without Cal feels cold and lonely. But if it means Cal is not dissected by the Empire it’s a sacrifice Prauf is willing to make. Cal is young. He has so much longer left. Prauf has already lived most of his life without Cal by his side. He can handle a couple more.

Cal sleeps peacefully next to him. As peacefully as it gets. He mutters unintelligibly under his breath as his head rests against the durasteel. Cal has never been a big guy - not even for a human - but he looks impossibly small now. A mop of fiery, red hair, a small frame obscured by a rigger poncho, and a scarred face.

The world has not been kind to Cal Kestis. But the world is seldom kind to anyone these days. It’s not fair. It really isn’t.

Prauf has a lot of questions. About the Force. About the Jedi. About how he landed on Bracca of all places. About a lot of things. But this isn’t the place to ask them. It’s not the time to ask them. It probably never will be now. Cal will leave Bracca and disappear without a trace. Prauf might never see him again after today.

The train stops. Prauf’s heart sinks. This can’t be good. It never is.

How could they know already? It was just him and Cal. It’s not even been an hour since it happened. Panicked thoughts race through his mind as they line up outside.

Cal is shaking like a leaf next to him.

Either Cal comes forward or all of them die. The Empire doesn’t care about their lives, but Cal does. And Prauf knows that.

Before Cal can even think of doing something stupid Prauf steps forward. Cal tries to stop him. Practically pleads for him to stop. It almost works. It’s always been hard to say no to him.

It’s too late. And Prauf is tired. It’s about time he said his piece.

It doesn’t go well. Not that he expected it to. It’s the Empire after all. He’s right. They don’t care. Expendable. Every single one of them.

As an engineer lightsabers had always fascinated him. How they’re built. How they work. It’s not like the average guy could get ahold of them, after all. And now one has gone straight through him, as if he was just a sheet of flimsi.

He just wishes Cal didn’t have to see it. The look on his face would surely kill him if he wasn’t already sure he was dying.

Cal screams. A guttural and heartbreaking sound. Prauf has never heard him yell like that. Not even when he used to wake up every night from nightmares.

His lightsaber shines a brilliant blue as it clashes against the inquisitor’s red one. Prauf has always liked blue better than red anyway.

Prauf has never met a Jedi before Cal. He had all kinds of ideas of what they were during the Clone Wars. Even before. Kenobi and Skywalker are names he recalls from back then. The Republic’s poster boys. He had scoffed at it at the time, but looking back at it he prefers that over the Empire. Back then they at least pretended to care. Back then he had a life. Back then kids like Cal didn’t have to grow up on scrapyards. Back then they had a choice.

He hopes Cal gets away. The galaxy is not fair, but he hopes it will be a little fair to Cal for once. Just for a little while, at least. If not for Cal’s sake, then for his. His life might not be worth a lot, but he hopes it’s enough to save the kid.

Dying’s not that bad, Prauf muses, if it means people like Cal get a fighting chance.

The last thought he has before the darkness takes him, is that Cal is what he thinks a Jedi should be.

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kaengeru · 2 years

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everyone hates enya. / NPC meme. / accepting.

the kids - Noah, Ada (deceased), Marie, Cal.

the kids!! being that enya’s parenting is… nonexistent at best, abusive at worst. (technically, it’s not really specific to her kids, not to give her the benefit of a doubt, she just treats all kids the same - there’s just a difference between shoving your kid over or shoving someone else’s kid over).

she “has” to see them, splitting custody with ale, but thankfully, sarah does the parenting when they visit. enya only really names her first lizard (at the wonderful suggestion of an internet friend). sarah changes it to noah, and after mentioning she’ll probably name the next one mayo, sarah doesn’t let her do that anymore.

this is gonna be long, but! from oldest to youngest:

#1:

noah! oldest and best boy who takes after enya way too much for his own good. being her first, everyone learns (the hard way) that enya should not be allowed around her kids. once he starts getting into speaking territory, it starts with her just being mean. but they quickly escalate into arguments that evolve into full on physical fighting - enya is at least stronger than a 12-year old and sarah not happy when he finds out.

he grows up very angry, but all he wants to do is help people, specifically in a medical sense. unfortunately, despite the day being generally accepted when he is older, the only organization willing to take him in and train him is the military - army, specifically. it kind of ends up working in his favor, because he really hones his abilities, and it pisses enya off. win-win! even if guns are still kinda scary and he’s stuck in advanced training for a long while and gets picked on by his ever changing classmates. :(

just like mom, his two abilities are earth and water, reversed in his case - water is his primary strength. the one thing enya did grant him (a gift, as she thinks it) was teaching him how to use water manipulation in rapid regeneration for people aka speed healing.

his color is more tinted than preferred, and he doesn’t have the best marking placement. but his tear streaks are very apt.

#2:

ada! who dies whens she’s around 8-900/19-20. she follows after her older brother into the military - though takes the air force/space force route instead of army. this ends up being her undoing, when she dies in a training accident. enya’s absolute nonchalance to the news adds another drop in the hate bucket for noah. out of all kids, physically takes after enya the most, in addition to her albinism. personality wise? just like dad, cheerful and endlessly optimistic.

also takes after enya in abilities - earth as her strength, water her secondary. big difference is she doesn’t use them quite as heavily as her mother. does learn how to use the healing bit as well, but from her awesome older brother. enya does not like her even more than noah, but her personality is more subdued and they don’t spark each other into fury.

she stands at 6'5" - another fun enya similarity, being below average height.

#3:

marie! middle child extraordinaire and the tallest. she ends up a little more adjusted than her older brother - but only just. post-incident, marie, who somehow has the ability to wrangle her nightmare of a mother, unfortunately ends up being enya’s caretaker; she becomes too volatile for a human handler, and marie can negate a lot of potential damage.

has water manipulation, and fire as her secondary. fire comes in handy for getting everyone else under control. she’s limited to small shows as excessive use will leave scars. she’s never cut her hair, but it’s been singed many a times. its a useful, if noxious, fuel source.

yin to ada’s yang - negative and pessimistic. wouldn’t be too terrible, if she wasn’t the only one dealing with mom. as such, she is miserable and has a tendency to make everyone else around her feel just as shitty. she rarely gets a real break and her frustrations build to an explosive point. the only real respite to her suffering is when enya returns to the Island, or the occasional explosive retaliation marie lets out on enya. The latter ends up knocking enya down for a few days, and gets out all the pent up anger in one convenient moment. but it’s not really healthy.

of the four, she’s the most closest to the ideal day; dark color, proper star spattering, and her fire manipulation is incredibly rare. her only unfavorable attributes is the human socialization, and she’s blind in her right eye, presenting as constant esotropia. she also tends to be thinner than she should.

#4:

cal, youngest and most “normal”, by day standards (besides the albinism). he, unlike the rest, doesn’t have any human socialization - by this time, ale simply raises him on his own. cal is enya’s favorite, but that’s only because he can’t talk back.

there isn’t anything too special, but he does his best to actually maintain tradition. has earth and air as his abilities. the latter being another uncommon element.

despite his attitude being proper for a day, he is both albino and born mute. but even with his disadvantages, he’s the most mellow and well-adjusted. funny enough, raising them partly human causes a lot of emotional and personality problems.

happy family c:

#blakhol #I love........... these angry kids. so much #She couldn’t help but spit them out (replies).#Drawing application (art).#theyre not technically NPCs but I just love talking about em c:

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starlightnovas · 2 years

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Hello, Mx. Boozle! If you have the time and energy, could you perhaps tell me as much as you'd like to about your WIP, ExtraOrdinary? It sounds mindbogglingly dazzling, and, quite frankly, fucking awesome :)

Omg, I saw this ask at work and I've been so excited my entire shift to get back home and answer this. I would absolutely love to talk about it!! Thank you so much for asking! :DDD

So some general background info for the WIP: everyone in this world has a superpower that they refer to as "abilities". These abilities are granted by spirits that exist in another layer of reality parallel to the natural world. The spirits wish to experience mortal lives but are unable to have corporal forms so they bind themselves to a human at birth. This is sorta like a symbiotic relationship because the spirit can now experience the benefits of mortality and the human gains the spirit's ability.

The development of abilities caused society to form around the concept of power; the strong ruling the weak. People were divided on a power scale of 1-10 between five tiers. 1-3 is a low-tier which is barely different than being powerless, 4-6 is a mid-tier which is the common tier, 7-9 is an elite-tier which is a common tier for higher parts of society, and 9-10 is a high-tier which are incredibly powerful and hold immense destructive capabilities. The more powerful an individual is, the more likely they are to be successful and respected in society. In ancient times, low-tiers were even treated as slaves because they were deemed worthless by the higher tiers.

But above everyone else stood the god-tiers. They were individuals who were so immensely powerful that they just couldn't be compared to other tiers and in their most simple definition are described as anything that falls above power level 10, but they almost always far exceed that number.

In ancient times there was a pantheon of Old Gods (each character is based of a Norse god because the concept was fun to me). A deity spirit known as Ragnarok crippled the old gods and sent god-tiers into hiding. Their old Advisors were left to lead the world and adjusted, slowly fading into a global organization that worked to keep order around the world from the shadows.

And now we reach the story;

ExtraOrdinary follows the story of the low-tier, Cal Vermillion. He's just moved into a new area with the help of the nearby school's Headmaster, presumably in order to get away from something in his past.

Cal goes to his new school and attempts to build a normal life, but it becomes apparent very quickly that Cal has his share of secrets. He has an extensive knowledge of abilities, lightning scars telling a tragic past, is unparalleled in his skill with hand-to-hand combat, and his ability acts up way too often for someone with such a low power level...

Cal is befriended by an elite and high-tier, Lindsey and Taylor, and attempts to try living a normal life. Unfortunately, it doesn't take long for Cal's past to find him. He struggles to choose between living the new life he so desperately wants, and fighting the demons that constantly haunt him.

And Y'know, he also kinda gets roped into this ancient war between the Old Gods reawakening and has to deal with the possibility of their stifling twisted pantheon returning all while worrying about getting revenge on the one who gave him his scars, but that's a tale for another day (:<

#ExtraOrdinary #ocs #Cal Vermillion #Stormcaller #oc writing #writing #ask #writing rants #Thank you sm for letting me rant about ExtraOrdinary #I love being able to talk about this stuff #Especially since I don't have it actually published anywhere so there's barely anyone to read it yet #I'd be happy to rant some more about some of the later plot stuff if you'd want to hear about that sometime :D

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cl-01-kestis · 4 years

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Violence - Inquisitor!Cal Kestis x Inquisitor!Reader

Summary: You and Cal have been enemies for a while whilst training in the Fortress Inquisitorius, but aggression runs higher than it ever has been after you two get in a fight and it gets tremendously out of hand.

Warnings: Descriptions of injuries, Fighting, Darth Vader is a huge father figure, these kids I stg

The tension tonight in the Fortress Inquisitorius was high, you could practically cut through it with your lightsaber it was that evident. You tried getting rid of the itch, the itch to strangle the living daylights out of your fellow Inquisitor, Cal Kestis. If it weren’t for him, you wouldn’t have fucked up your training so bad in front of Lord Vader. Tonight was supposed to be the night that Vader came over to do his monthly check on your training and because of Cal you failed it. Because of that smirking, irritating, troublesome son of a bitch, Vader has doubts about you now. Which only means your life could be at risk.

It started when you and Cal were bouncing off each other, impressing Vader with your fighting skills, until it came to the point when you two were really fighting each other. Properly ripping lumps out one another. By the time it was finished - which was initiated by Lord Vader himself as he pulled you two apart by the scruffs of your necks - you were covered in laser burn marks, bruises, bite marks and scratch marks, but so was Cal. If anything he was worse.

You were both bleeding from the nose, eyes bloodshot and at least one of them bruised. Your lip was burst, Cal’s nose was broken, you had a new scar on your temple from Cal’s lightsaber whereas he had a nasty one on the side of his torso. Your teeth marks showed on his arms, his showed on your shoulder and wrist to try and disarm you. You were both exhausted by the time you were pulled away, but by god you had a feeling you’d kill one another if Lord Vader hadn’t intervened.

To say the least, the rest of the Inquisitors were mortified by your performance. You never heard the end of it from Trilla who’s face was red raw with embarrassment and humiliation. She slapped you right across the face after you tried to reason with her but she wasn’t having it. The Sixth brother took care of Cal, that was the last time you saw him and now you were recovering, sore and bloody, in your chamber trying to bandage yourself up. Some of the wounds you didn’t even bother with, you swore you’d felt worse but for some reason you couldn’t recall another incident where you received wounds worse than these. Cal scarred you in multiple places, his lightsaber caught your legs many times and burn marks scattered your body. The sorest wounds to take care of were the scratches and bite marks, simply because they were the only wounds that were bleeding and took much more cleaning and bandaging up, thus alarming the wounds even further and causing more damage.

You didn’t come out your room for over a day, letting the bruises and bite marks finally settle in, each and every one of your wounds was as dark as it could get when you next stepped out of your chambers. You were wearing a black vest and leggings, accompanied by black socks. Your wounds were on full show, your neck had bruises shaped like fingertips from when Cal tried strangling you to get you off him. You had more bruises shaped like that on your arms. The burn on the side of your temple was bandaged up, covering your left eye whereas your bruised eye was left on show. You looked an absolute mess, your wrist where Cal’s teeth pierced into wasn’t bandaged up, you didn’t care who saw it and you were fed up of caring so much about how bad you looked.

You walked around the Fortress Inquisitorius for a while by yourself, walking past the occasional squadron of stormtroopers who felt mortified towards how you looked. You even had a General ask if you were alright.

Trilla bumped into you and didn’t say a word to you, instead shoving past you and walking wherever she had to go. Of course, the dreaded meeting with Lord Vader came up and you attended as you were, simply because you had no energy left to go back and change into something more sensible. Lord Vader didn’t seem to mind but he gave you his every thought on the situation. He called you a disgrace a few times, but luckily never hurt you or gave you a form of punishment. He said that you and Cal’s violence strengthened you and he wanted to watch you two fight more; just with less biting, scratching and strangling.

You couldn’t believe Lord Vader for a while, you knew him for longer than most of the Inquisitors so you weren’t afraid to ask him why he wasn’t angry with you or Cal. He was, but he was more impressed with your hatred towards one another, telling you it was beneficial towards your training. But then you had to ask, what if one of you ended up killing the other? Vader insisted that wouldn’t happen, but there was a lingering thought in the back of your mind of Cal’s psychotic expression looking down at you as he stabbed you with his lightsaber. You left the meeting feeling conflicted, your thoughts on the situation were clouded and you had to go and clear your mind for a while in the meditation room.

As you entered, you froze once your eyes landed on a familiar auburn haired Inquisitor, only then did you realise that things were about to get interesting. Cal was deep in meditation, his left eye was bruised badly and you could see bruises on his neck and underneath his long sleeved shirt. He wore joggers, covering every inch of skin below his collarbones. You could see that he was wrapped in bandages around his torso from the blow you gave with your lightsaber.

There was no way he would hear you as you sat across from him as far away as possible, your limbs growing weak as you sat down cross legged on the black meditation mats and closed your eyes, inhaling softly and feeling a bit of strength come to you as you meditated in the basking silence.

Your presence seemed to alert Cal from his meditation, dragging him from his trance and opening his gold glistening eyes to see you meditating across from him with a clam expression on your face.

Cal’s heart sunk when he saw you. Of course he had never seen so much of your skin before, it was a strange experience for him to see you out of your Inquisitors uniform. It was even more strange considering you were made an Inquisitor years before he was, and after spending a couple of years knowing you. He looked at your bandaged eye, the other one was badly bruised and your arms, shoulders, and chest revealed, showing every bit of damage he inflicted on you. That was his doing, and Maker it stung for him to know that. His eyes scanned over to your wrist, eyes widening slightly when he realised just how hard he bit you. His teeth punctured a few layers of your skin, small slits shaped into a semi circle were placed on the outer side of your wrist. It looked horrible - he did that.

Cal didn’t want to disturb you in your meditation, but he had a sudden urge to apologise to you and just hold you for a while to try and ease the pain. Cal ended up spending more time inspecting you from a distance than meditating. You were lost in meditation for about an hour until your eyes opened and you were met face to face with Cal, his head tilted to the side as his elbow rested on his raised knee. You didn’t say anything to one another, you simply stated at one another sadly and occasionally looked at each other’s wounds.

“I’m sorry for everything” Your voice sliced through the silence like a blade, the sudden quietness replaced with your soft yet unsure voice. Cal looked up from the wound on your wrist to your eye, trying to ignore the guilt in his stomach as he looked at the other one which was hidden underneath bandages.

“We both fucked up, we need to stop disliking one another” Cal replied sadly, shifting his position so his knees were against his chest.

“I’ll be honest, I’ve never really disliked you, Cal” You said suddenly, startling his thoughts and freezing him in his spot as he stared at you with wide sparkling eyes.

“You don’t mean that” He tried brushing it off, a small blush forming on his face as he awkwardly cleared his throat and looked away from you.

“I’m not lying, it’s no use, you can see right through me” You said, urging out a genuine smile which seemed to make Cal visibly blush and look away. Of course you meant it - he thought to himself, mentally rolling his eyes as he sighed and looked back at you with unsure eyes.

“I guess I’ve never really disliked you either” He spoke, his voice coming out as quietly and as softly as it could possibly get as he shuffled a tiny bit closer to you even though you were still a few meters apart.

You grinned, looking over to the windows in the meditation room and seeing the outside of the underwater world on full display. Cal joined you in watching some sea creatures swim past, not even noticing you two as you both shuffled in front of the large glass window. You and Cal’s knees touched once you were close enough, your eyes both shot up and connected to one another immediately, both of your faces flushed with red and you looked away from one another almost instantly.

You both sat like that for Maker knows how long, both comfortable and not a single bit of awkwardness in the air as you two sat in silence and basked in one another’s presence. After a while, your eyes grew tired and you found yourself yawning. As time went on, Cal got tired as well but he wasn’t yawning and stretching his arms out like you were. In fact, you got so tired you ended up falling asleep on Cal’s shoulder. He looked down at you and something inside him stirred, his heartbeat sped up and he felt like he might stop breathing if he’s in this position for any longer. He wasn’t used to displays of intamacy like this, he was raised touch deprived and had no sense of what a family or friend was. Even a lover. So having you sleeping on his shoulder made him nervous, almost terrified.

Little did you know, deep down you were Cal’s one and only weakness. Ever since he first stepped into the Fortress Inquisitorius, you were the first person he saw and he didn’t realise it until now, but he fell in love with you since the very start. You didn’t get off on a good start, and after all these years, you two had finally made up. But even though you treated him like you were better than him, he knew you didn’t mean it and you were just doing what you felt would look impressive. Inquisitors aren’t known to get along, so it’s surprising you two are even in a position such as this.

Cal was walking back from the Meditation room with you in his arms, sleeping soundly as he approached your chambers and opened up the door with the top of his slipper, carefully kicking the button and opening your chamber up so he could enter it and put you to bed. He could sense how tired you were from the fight; the guilt still stuck to him and he couldn’t shake it off. Cal delicately placed you in bed, lying you down and placing the bed covers over your body as you snored softly.

Cal sat down on the side of your bed, lacing his hand with yours and bringing it up to his mouth, pressing a soft, sweet kiss on the back of it before leaning forward and pressing a ghost of a kiss to your lips, Cal’s stomach was doing flips as you smiled against his lips and your eyes fluttered open.

“Well well, this has gotten interesting” Your voice was tired, weak, Cal knew you needed rest so he pressed a finger against your lips but chuckled when you grinned widely and giggled like a child.

Can stood up to leave, but stopped when your hand wrapped around his wrist and tugged on it softly, a pout on your face as you looked up at Cal from your bed and spoke.

“Can I have another kiss?”

#star wars #cal kestis x reader #cal kestis x you #cal kestis #fallen order

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