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moralesmilesanhour · 2 months

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if you believe in me - 04.2

summary: a very brief intermission. between aaron and his father, miles wonders who he takes after more. wc: 1.5k a/n: this chapter is me trying to get back into the swing of things before the next major plot point (!!!) so this might feel a little slower and more introspective. thanks for reading! (reblog with ur favorite comic or manga if u want idk) taglist: @shuna-boin @aloraangelix @vhstown @sillykirb @proudgojofucker @weirdducky17 @milesandcorysupermacy prev. next

BOOM!

Miles hits the ground shoulder-first with a dull thud, the storage building bursting into flames behind him.

I’m gonna feel that one later, he thinks as he rolls to his feet and back into a sprint. But Oscorp’s gonna feel it, too.

With a leap and a shot of his grappling hook, it’s not long before he’s back on the sidewalk, with Aaron waiting around the corner. The older man has completely retired the Prowler suit now.

“Not bad for your first solo run,” he nods. “Could still be a lil’ quicker, but you’ll pick it up.”

Miles twists the joints of his metal claws. The steel is still shiny and new, save for a bit of soot from the explosion. The purple glow disappears as they power down with a quiet whir and detach to reveal the human flesh underneath. They work like a charm so far.

It’s been two weeks, but he hasn’t gotten to use them - Aaron has yet to send him on a mission where he’d have to. He wants to ask his uncle about it, ask why he let him do all that welding and tinkering if the claws were just for show. But Miles knows that if he does, the man’s brows would furrow and he’d get a stern speech about not getting too eager about that sort of thing. And he’d be right.

So, like every other night, Miles says nothing but “thanks”.

“And what’s this one about?”

You pointed at a comic sitting on the far side of Miles’ bed. On the cover stood a man wearing what looked like some imagined version of an “African” headdress. He was shirtless and dressed in nothing but shorts and brightly-colored boots, like the costume of a wrestler. The upper half of his face was obscured by a mask with white eyes tied around his head. The flat colors and dark lines make it look old, likely from the 80s or early 90s. Above the man on the cover was the title in bold graphic font: Anansi.

“You don’t know ‘Anansi’?” Miles asked with wide eyes before shaking his head. “Nah, we gotta fix that.”

He threw what he was reading aside, hovering his hand over the pile of comics until he located the very first issue.

“So Anansi is like, this spider that gets turned into a human who has the abilities of a spider. Y’know, climbing up walls and shit.”

“Does he shoot webs out of his ass?”

“That’s not how that works, and no. Anyway, he’s got spider powers and he beats the bad guys by being a trickster instead of just brute force.”

You took the comic from him and began leafing through the worn pages, frankly more interested in the art than the plot. The sharp lines and crosshatching remind you of Miles’ sketches. You turned to Miles and held it up once you were finished looking at it.

“Can I borrow it?”

There’s a shadow of uncertainty that crosses his face for a moment as you await his answer.

“Mmm…I dunno. I’ve had that thing since I was ten. You gonna be careful with it?”

You place a hand over your heart.

“Promise.”

He snorts, “Don’t make promises you can’t keep. I’ll let you have it for a week, sound good?”

“Good.”

Miles remembers that he’s supposed to ask for his comic back on the way home, the two metal claws tucked safely into his backpack.

He sneaks a glance at his uncle, and tries to copy his stride when he walks. It looks easy, but there’s a rhythm to it. Miles keeps his gaze low, but his steps lively. The key is not to show the sweat, as they say. All of one’s effort goes into making it look like there’s no effort at all.

Aaron looks over at his nephew, and chuckles.

“Remind me of your old man when you walk like that,” he says.

Miles grins good-naturedly. Guess the sweat shows. But it’s fine, for now.

“What’s that mean?”

“When we was young, we used to watch the older kids walk out the corner store and try to copy ‘em. The way your pops did it…”

The man’s shoulders shook with laughter at the memory.

“He kinda looked like, like he was marching almost. Just stomping down that sidewalk!”

Aaron began to demonstrate, making his steps quicker and heavier.

“I look like that?”

Miles wrinkled his nose and began to tone down his swaying.

“Exactly like that. Shit’s kinda amazing, really. Genetics.”

“I don’t think that’s how genetics work.”

“Oh yeah?” Aaron raised an eyebrow. “Then how come I got you stealing like my pops and me, and in my colors?”

Miles laughed, “But this is good stealing!”

“You got a point there.”

Aaron lifted his gaze upward towards the skyline. The moon was out in full tonight.

“Did y’all make good money, at least?”

“Sure did. Sometimes it was the only money that came in, that’s why we ain’t stop.”

There’s a beat of silence. Miles pats his left pocket to make sure the wad of cash is still there, and wonders if his uncle had to do the same thing, or if he kept it in a fanny pack or briefcase.

“So what made you finally give it up?”

“Oh, that one’s easy. Jeff did it for your mom. Hard to keep secrets with a baby on the way.”

Miles tried to picture a younger version of his father – less facial hair, no eye bags, better eyesight, probably – looking a pregnant Rio in the eye as she broke the news. He looks into her gentle face and…yes, there. Right there is when he decides it’s over.

Even without the whole parenting thing, it probably killed him inside to have to lie to her every night about where he’s been. Miles gets it.

“What about you?”

Aaron shrugged.

“Couldn’t leave my nephew hanging.”

He had knocked on Miles’ door after a few weeks of radio silence and found the kid lying in bed, surrounded by dirty clothes and snack wrappers. The room smelt of stale sweat, the clothes piled up on the floor impossible to get through, so Aaron elected to stand just outside.

Miles looked up, and suddenly the man understood what had Rio so frantic on the phone.

The boy’s gaze was…vacant. Like he was looking through him, at something far off in the distance. There were no words comforting enough to turn the lights back on behind those eyes. So Aaron had done the next best thing:

“Go wash up, we goin’ out.”

Miles doesn’t remember it that way. He hardly remembers anything from that period of time between the funeral and his uncle barging into his room. Just a long stretch of gray, and then the door cracks open, then he’s in the shower realizing how long his hair’s gotten, and soon he’s dodging the punching bag in Aaron’s apartment, carrying crates back and forth and maybe blowing some up on occasion.

He knows in his head that he’s doing this to hurt the pockets of invisible men hiding in their glass skyscrapers and high-rise offices, and he’s as angry at them for sucking the life out of his neighborhood as he’s always been.

But it had started with the door, cracked open just enough for his uncle’s face to poke through. Otherwise, Miles might’ve been content to lie there and become one with his mattress as he missed another week of school.

He wonders if his father went on those runs because he, too, looked into his future and hadn’t the slightest idea as to what he was looking at.

Miles’ thoughts are interrupted when his phone buzzes in his pocket. You have his Anansi issue.

“So this is all you do in your free time, then? Comics and robots?”

Miles has his nose in another shounen manga.

“Is that a bad thing?”

You remember the helmet, and the parts set in neat little rows. And the tarp in Uncle Aaron’s car.

“Not for the most part. More interesting than what I do.”

Miles finally looks up, and squints. “What do you do in your free time?”

“I braid hair,” you reply with a bit of pride. “Pretty good at it, too.”

“Mm-hm, that’s what they all say before they fuck yo’ shit up,” he jokes, earning an issue of Jujutsu Kaisen to the face.

“Ow!”

“Shut up, with them fuzzy ass braids.”

Miles gasped dramatically. “You said they looked nice!”

“Looked. Past-tense.”

“Chill on me, my mom didn’t have time to re-do ‘em this week.”

Seeing an opportunity, your eyes lit up.

“Ooh, let me–”

“No.”

Miles narrowed his eyes at you.

“Aw, come on! You have so much hair, it could be fun! And you said you’d let me.”

You reached out to touch one of Miles’ overgrown braids but ended up swiping the air as he dodged your hand.

“I said ‘maybe’, and now the answer is no. You’re gonna ‘have fun’ in my hair? Like you ‘had fun’ with my t-shirt? I know you stole it, by the way.”

“I up-cycled it.”

“Cutting a shirt in half is not up-cycling, and you’re not touching my head.”

“You're so mean.”

#miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #prowler miles x reader #miles morales x black!reader #miles morales fic #moralesanhour

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teetlestansecond · 2 years

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HEAR ME OUT. rottmnt x gn reader (separate-romantic/platonic) whos part of the foot!! i kinda wanna see how they meet, and after getting to know each other, he starts having a crush (or feels a very close friendship) on them? does he hide this from his brothers? and what abt reader? how are they going to hide this from the foot?? anyways, hope youll do this, i dont see a lot of foot! reader, so yeah 😭🙏

nonnie bb i'm obsessed with ur mind for this one i love u

also sticking this under a readmore because i got carried away

rise!turtles x foot!reader

raph! ❤️

Raph met you on a solo mission retrieving a piece of Shredder's armour.

it was an important mission for you, as you were trying to prove yourself to be worthy of a promotion within the foot clan.

unfortunately, you quickly realized the piece wasn't there after all, it was a trap set by Big Mama

Raph didn't see you as a friend, but it was clear you both held a distrust for the spider and so he put his feelings for the foot aside and worked with you to get away. you made a pretty amazing pair to be honest, but neither of you would admit that.

you two end up on a roof blocks away, and as the relief wears off you're left with the frustration of missing out on this promotion. you don't really know why you spill your guts to the turtle but you do, telling him how frustrated you are over the whole thing.

and Raph doesn't know why he listens, but he does. he goes so far as to try and comfort you, telling you that from what he saw during your fight you were an amazing fighter, and that if the foot clan didn't recognize that then it was their problem.

sitting on that roof, you began to realize that you actually really liked Raph's company, and instead of parting ways right there you asked if he'd join you for a trip to your favorite diner.

this becomes a habit for the two of you and both of you know it's a bad idea to befriend the enemy, but neither of you can help it!

Raph is careful with certain details, never telling you where he and his brothers live or what they're up to, but he's very vulnerable in just about every other area. it's nice to have someone to talk to about his worries and his hopes, and it's even nicer knowing that you're actually listening, not just pretending.

as friends, he feels like he can handle hiding things pretty well. his brothers don't need to know that he's accidentally befriended the enemy. but as things get more serious with the threat of the Shredder, it becomes harder for Raph to constantly face you in fights - especially knowing that the Shredder's armor is getting closer and closer to being finished. the Shredder may have been the head of the foot clan once upon a time, but Raph worries that once it's released, the Shredder won't hold any true alliance to the foot clan, which means there's no guarantee you won't get hurt.

he starts asking you to leave the foot whenever you guys meet up, making it clear that while he'll always be your friend, he fears he won't be able to protect you once the shredder is unleashed. you don't think there's anything to worry about, and every time Raph tries to get you to leave you turn him down.

you genuinely love Raph's presence in your life, but you're loyal to the foot and you can't imagine leaving it for anyone. sometimes though, the worry in his face gets to you, and for the first time in your life you can't help but wonder if you're doing the right thing being with the foot

you want advice, but you don't exactly have anyone to turn to. the people you trust most are even more loyal to the foot than even you, you know that if you ask they'll tell you to stay. but even if they were capable of being objective, no one in the clan knows that you've befriended Raph, and for good reason.

you can't imagine that your friendship would be accepted in the eyes of the foot, and you don't want to find out what could happen if you told them. in the same way Raph's kept your friendship secret from his family, you're keeping the secret from yours.

it isn't easy, though. questions arise whenever you head out on your own, and you can only use the patrol excuse so many times before eyebrows start getting raised.

it's even worse if there's romantic feelings involved. it's a mutual crush that neither of you are willing to acknowledge because you both know that will just make things harder. it's easier to ignore the romance budding between you guys and act like everything's fine.

on Raph's side of things, Leo picks up pretty quickly on the fact that his big brother is into someone and starts snooping, but you and Raph manage to avoid his prying eyes.

your friendship becomes strained as your crushes grow with the threat of the Shredder looming over you, and it results in the two of you spending less and less time together.

until the Shredder is finally unleashed, that is. and much to your horror, you realized that maybe Raph had been right to worry about it.

the armor is even darker and more dangerous than you'd expected, and you can't help but worry that you and the foot have really made a mistake bringing the Shredder back.

things really come to a head when Draxum and Splinter are caught by the Shredder, and when Splinter gets used for his Hamato nimpō. you know how much Raph loves his family and you realize that you love him too much to just watch this all take place.

you and Cassandra are put in charge of guarding Splinter, and against your better judgement you confess to them both that you've been hanging out with Raph and that it's complicated your feelings for the clan.

surprisingly, Cassandra tells you that your first loyalty should be to your heart. and that really is enough to help you make your decision.

when the turtles arrive to defeat the Shredder, you decide to help them, severing your ties to the foot for good. Raph couldn't be happier by your choice, and Leo is relieved to finally have an answer to who his brother's been sneaking around seeing.

you all win the final battle, and you take this as your chance to start a new life, this time with an alliance to the Hamato clan instead of the foot.

and you and Raph can finally hang out without feeling the need to hide, which is a really good feeling for you both.

if you're crushing on each other, i hate to tell you this but Leo is constantly teasing you both about it. he tells Donnie and Mikey that you and Raph have a thing for each other and the three of them are relentless trying to get you two together.

Raph, naturally, is annoyed with their antics. but the three of them do set up a very sweet date night and Raph does confess his feelings, so the teasing works out in the end.

Leo! 💙

you meet the turtles during an unexpected run-in while you and other foot soldiers are training, and you can't really explain how you became friends with Leo.

because he was so annoying, okay? he's cocky and he's arrogant and you want to knock him down a peg but that's hard to do when he can walk the walk and talk the talk.

Leo knows you're annoyed by him and that's why he focuses in on you. you're hit with the one-liners every time you guys square off and your utter frustration with his cheesy words always makes Leo giggle.

you guys go on like this for a few months, but the vibes change one day when you stumble across the turtle alone in the afternoon.

you were just out clearing your mind and decided that hiding out on a rooftop would get you the peace and quiet you were looking for.

but you get up there and you'll never guess who also happens to be on the roof, of all the roofs in new york city.

you're not sure if you want to leave or scream or strange the turtle upon first spotting him, but you decide against all three when you realize that Leo is injured.

he insists that the cut is worse than it looks, and that sometimes even after all these years, training with a blade can get you pretty ugly injuries.

you don't know why you offer to help him, but he doesn't accept. turns out, he's a pretty good medic and patches himself up with a practiced ease.

he does, however, ask you to stay on the roof with him. he doesn't want to worry his brothers with his cut but he doesn't exactly want to be alone either. and you should say no, but you don't.

it's a weird time. you guys talk and Leo is still sort of a dork with his stupid jokes but it's different. he's different, a more genuine, more vulnerable version of your personal worst enemy, and you don't exactly hate it.

but you guys are not friends, okay? you're not, you insist. it doesn't matter that you and Leo start bumping into each other more and more on rooftops. it doesn't matter that you let him help patch up your wounds whenever you get hurt. it doesn't matter if you guys start hanging out on the ground as well as on roofs.

it matters a little bit, actually. but you're sworn to the foot clan and you're not about to let people know that you're hanging out with a member of the Hamato clan, no thank you.

Leo, on the other hand, has no problem telling people that you two are most definitely besties.

he sees you in fights and is all "omg hey bestie!!!! what's up!!!!!!!" and you contemplate murder every time.

you would never though, because unfortunately for you you've grown attached to this absolute clown.

yes he's insufferable and a fool but he's understanding and makes you happy. and even though Leo's let approximately every single living thing in new york know that you're hanging out, you haven't been punished or kicked out of the foot, so slowly you start to be more open about the friendship too.

Foot Lieutenant and Foot Brute do sit you down and make sure that your loyalty to the clan hasn't been affected, and when they're satisfied with your responses they let it go.

you're relieved honestly, because when you're not training these days all you want to do is hang out with your best friend and it's so much easier now that you're not hiding all the time.

if we're taking the platonic route, things continue on like this. Leo doesn't push you to leave the foot and you don't feel the need to. if the turtles get caught up with other villains in the mystic city, you sometimes help them out. it's a strange and surprising friendship to everyone watching from the outside looking in, but you and Leo are fine with the system you've worked out.

things are a little different if romantic feelings get involved, though.

you're very aware of your crush, admittedly, but you struggled confessing to be friends, confessing to this would be so much worse.

and it doesn't help that Leo is absolutely blind to his own crushes. that guy can clock anyone with a crush in a ten-mile radius but when it comes to himself? he's oblivious for the longest time.

but then one day he just realizes out of the blue, and it makes him panic a little. befriending the enemy is one thing, but falling in love??? what is he supposed to do with that???????

you two never really talk about it, but you both know there's something there. and it makes everything weird for a while.

your crush pushes you away from the foot a little. you're still affiliated with them, and are still very much a foot soldier, but you drop in a lot less often in an effort to avoid facing the turtles in any fights.

you and Leo are a little like Batman and Catwoman and i could elaborate but then we'd be here forever.

the years pass and you two are just in this fun little flirtationship and you both act like you're fine with it but you're also both definitely pining over each other.

Mikey, Donnie, Raph, and Cass have a running bet over whether or not the two of you will ever take the next step. Donnie and Cass are convinced you won't.

Donnie! 💜

you were in the junkyard looking for an old artifact Foot Lieutenant asked for. Donnie was in the junkyard looking for some bits and pieces for a new project. it's the first time you've ever seen one of the turtles outside of a fight and all you can think is that this one is such a fucking dork.

he's over there muttering excitedly to himself and you're simply too fascinated to worry about artifacts so you slide your way over and ask him what he's doing.

initially Donnie doesn't want to tell you anything because you're the enemy, but you flat out tell him you're on a wild goose chase for some old piece of junk and that you're a little convinced this thing isn't even real. you've searched so many different locations for it, several other soldiers have, and every time you each come back empty-handed.

you already know you're not going to find it tonight, so you tell the turtle you're more interested in bothering him.

he's still suspicious, but he slowly starts telling you about some top-secret project he's trying to finish and how he's looking for some pieces to help bring the project together.

do you know what half of the words he's saying mean? no. but you listen intently and he seems happy to have an extra pair of ears to listen to him because within half an hour he's full-on rambling about his plans and thoughts and you're genuinely loving every minute of it.

by the time Donnie calls it a night, he's accepted you as an unexpected new friend, even if you're a foot soldier. he asks if you'd like to meet up in the dump the next week and look for more stuff together, and you happily agree.

it becomes a thing between you two. you'll pick through dumps and junkyards looking for old tech or scrap bits. sometimes Donnie rants about his struggles with his family, sometimes you rant about feeling lost in the foot clan. it's strange to feel like you have so much in common with someone you're supposed to consider an enemy, but Donnie makes you feel seen and heard, and you do the same to him. in spite of everything, you both are bonded in a way you don't have words for.

Donnie doesn't intend to tell anyone, worried that his family wouldn't understand, but one night after hanging out with you he returns to the lair and finds April waiting for him. she'd come to ask him for homework help earlier in the night and was told he was in the junkyard, and ended up catching the two of you together.

naturally she demands to know everything about you, and asks Donnie if he's aware you're in the foot clan. he tells her that he doesn't care, because you're his friend and even if your clans are at war it doesn't mean he and you have to be at war too.

if he's crushing on you, April clocks it immediately.

regardless of romantic feelings, she demands to meet you and when she does she interrogates you for the longest before deciding that you're okay. you and April end up becoming friends too, and the three of you hang out whenever possible.

you keep it a secret from the foot because you already struggle with feeling like you belong there and fear that your friendship with Donnie will finally give the foot a reason to get rid of you.

you guys live like this for the next couple of years, it's not the most ideal thing ever but you make it work and it's fine.

remember that artifact though?? because after a couple of years it finally gets found.

you don't remember a lot about the krang invasion. they possessed you right off the bat with the rest of the foot clan and infected your brain.

the entire invasion was traumatizing to Donnie, but the aftermath was even worse in some ways - especially when he found you.

regardless of whether there's romantic feelings involved, Donnie is determined to save you, and brings you to the lair to work on an antidote.

of course, he's able to get it worked out after a few days of trial and error, and you’re the first person he administers the antidote.

if we’re going the romantic route, the moment you regain consciousness he celebrates by wrapping you up in his arms and telling you that he loves you.

it’s maybe not the most romantic setup, but he’s almost lost way too many people and time’s too valuable to waste. and he’s been harboring these feelings for a long time, he’s just never found the right moment to share those feelings.

Donnie’s learned after the whole invasion thing that right moments don’t mean shit, and he’s not willing to let another moment pass.

in the platonic version, you wake up and get pulled into a long, crushing hug by Donnie. he’s relieved to know his best friend is back, and whether you like it or not you’re kept in the lab for a few days so Donnie can monitor your condition.

once you’re feeling better, you make the decision to leave the foot clan. it’s tainted for you now, you don’t want anything to do with them anymore.

these days, you run with the hamato clan, training with them and making a new life with yourself.

and of course, you still make time for those weekly junkyard trips with Donnie.

Mikey! 🧡

you bump into Mikey while the turtle was topside painting a mural. you’re just going on a one-person mission to pick up lunch for some of the other members of the foot clan, so it doesn’t seem like a bad idea to stay and watch him work.

Mikey doesn’t even notice you until he happens to turn around by chance and catches you.

after a brief but intense questioning, he deems you harmless and lets you watch while the two of you chat. you tell him what you’re supposed to be doing and confess that you’re less than thrilled to be handling so many orders on your own.

it doesn’t sound right to Mikey, so he goes along with you and helps you pick up the orders. normally he wouldn’t try and help the enemy, but he figures this can be the exception. it’s not like he’s helping you do something bad, you know? it’s just lunch!

and after you deliver it all, you spot Mikey hiding nearby gesturing to you to come over so you two could eat lunch together.

and that’s where it all starts with you two. you start seeking Mikey out to watch him paint, and you’ll usually grab a bite to eat before parting ways again. it’s nothing much, but you guys fall into a nice little routine there.

for a long time, it’s not really a friendship. you two are more friendly acquaintances, neither of you certain how to become friends considering the rivalry between the foot and hamato clans.

it takes a few months for you two to become friends, but it’s inevitable really - you two spend so much time together, and you get along surprisingly well despite everything. it takes you both by surprise but you welcome the friendship.

Mikey welcomes it too, it’s nice to make a new friend and he really loves spending time with you.

the both of you decide to keep the friendship a secret, not wanting to complicate things with input from your friends and family.

anytime the two of you find yourself in a fight, you both just avoid each other. it works well enough, but you have to admit that you don’t feel particularly great fighting your best friend’s brothers either.

it’s even harder if you’re crushing on him. you just love Mikey, how can you love him and then turn around and attack his brothers? it’s not right, but you don’t want to leave the foot clan.

and Mikey doesn’t love seeing his crush fighting his family either. he doesn’t want to ask you to leave the foot, because he’s worried you’ll come to resent him for it, but he doesn’t know what to do.

your friendship becomes strained under the pressure of your combined worries, but things snap when Foot Lieutenant and Foot Brute catch you and Mikey hanging out.

they’re absolutely enraged, and question you for hours about how long you’ve been hanging out and what you’ve shared with him.

you insist that you haven’t shared anything to ruin the integrity of the foot, but it’s ultimately not enough to convince your higher-ups, and you’re kicked out of the foot clan.

upset, you lash out at Mikey and stop talking to him for a little while. you decide to forget all about the turtles and the foot, and move on with your life.

do you miss your best friend? absolutely. but after calming down you feel absolutely terrible over the way you lashed out at him and you don’t really know how to go and apologize.

you don’t think you’ll ever speak to Mikey again, but it’s just your luck that you happen to come across him again, painting a mural the same way he’d been when you first met him.

when he realizes you’re watching him, you decide to just bite the bullet and apologize. your life has been better since leaving the clan, and if anything you feel like you should thank him for helping you get out.

really, Mikey’s just happy to know you’re doing okay. and he’s missed having you around, so he happily forgives you on the spot.

the two of you decide to try again, staring over and rebuilding your friendship in the open. it’s nice to get to know Mikey’s friends and family members this time around, and you can’t help but feel like your friendship is a lot stronger this time around.

maybe those crushes are still there, maybe you’re both more open about that too.

#now excuse me while i go think about this forever #zennie answers!#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt headcanons #save rottmnt

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heliianth · 1 year

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Hey!! I've been thinking about your httyd urban fantasy au lately and I was wondering if you could share a bit more? Like maybe about the dragon rider gang? Like Fishlegs or Astrid? Or a bit more about Snotlout and Hiccup's dynamic?

No pressure! But it's such a cool concept and this is a free pass to talk about it if you want to :D

Have a good day!!

Ahjkasg hi its rlly sweet u think abt my stupid little au !!!!

i talked about Astrid here. shes very familiar with dragons but very complacent in the exploitation of them. so she doesnt hate dragons but she doesnt love them, theyre just a means to an end for what she wants (recognition). her "romantic flight" equivalent in this au is learning that Stormly thinks of her like a friend instead of like how a pet thinks of an owner. shes the first to approach Hiccup about joining his ridiculous vigilante shit

Fishlegs and Astrid are actually friends before they meet Hiccup in this au!! Fishlegs family is in a similar situation to Astrid's; his mom deals in economic research of dragons and while Fishlegs has a different opinion on them (hes intimidated and thinks the amount of workplace injuries that occur with captive dragons isnt worth the economic gain they could hypothetically provide), he still doesnt quite reach the same respect or conclusion until Astrid and Hiccup show him Toothless and Stormfly. he doesnt approve of the vigilante stuff and will hang back and do "base operations" more than he goes out with them, but he becomes really passionate about it once they bring Meatlug back from a mission

Ruffnut and Tuffnut are completely blank slates as it comes to dragons. they kind of have the normal kid "holy fuck dragons are cool" idea but their daily life isn't involved with them at all. Ruffnut gets involved because Tuffnut shows interest in Hiccup's bullcrap once they find out about Toothless, and shes kind of like Fishlegs in the respect that shes more hesitant than someone might think, but she joins to support Tuffnut (who is really fascinated by the loser kid suddenly having a night fury). eventually they find Barf + Belch on a completely solo mission. Ruffnut had difficulty with Barf because he kind of represented "youre in this for good now" at first, while Tuffnut mainly does it for the feeling of freedom. i imagine their parents have really high expectations even though they are kind of absent and Tuffnut wants to escape that while Ruffnut is more practical

Snotlout and Hiccup are cousins and their dynamic is pretty well covered. he, Astrid, and the twins knew each other before Hiccup moved in with Snotlout. initially Snotlout thinks Hiccup is being fucking ridiculous and is afraid of getting into trouble with Spitelout, but once Astrid gets on board he starts being more willing to cooperate and then help. he and Hiccup have a brief rough patch where they're really mad at each other; Snotlout bonded with Hookfang while on a really simple rescue & release mission, which complicated it enough that they were caught by the authorities, and Hiccup got arrested (but not "found out" in the superhero sense which sounds stupid but yk what i mean. like on different charges, like trespassing or refusing to cooperate with police. which i mentioned earlier somewhere?). that leads to Stoick finding out about the vigilantism and them needing to hide Toothless for a while* and they fight with each other over that. it blows over but every once and a while Snotlout oscillates between feeling guilty and angry about it all

*(ive kinda decided that Toothless's capture was government-funded due to the threat night furies as a species pose. like watch httyd1 the potential that they have for destruction if weaponized is insane. and by releasing Toothless and befriending him, Hiccup has already done something highly illegal)

hope this satisfies ur brain ^-^

#heliianswers #urban fantasy httyd au

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pinencurls · 4 years

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Oh Honey

Hey! here’s the last of my draft one shots! Hope u enjoy and if u don’t remember I wrote this a g e s ago so you can’t blame me !

Italy, bike rides and a sun burnt Harry

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These days, we wake in the early hours of the morning. It's hard not to stir when the sun rises so early and bright through the thin cotton drapes strung up over the bedroom window. Sometimes, we stay quiet. Exchanging a few murmurs of good morning wishes and lightly pressed kisses; silently decided to stay in each other's arms until the ungodly hours pass and breakfast is more tempting than bed.

I think it's Wednesday. I got pulled into the warped holiday time effect as soon as we arrived. I was free from jet lag at least, the flight from London to Italy only changing the clocks forwards about an hour. Harry had been less fortunate; the busy winding of work post-tour kept him out in Los Angeles a few more days than planned whilst Sarah, Mitch and I made our way to the holiday home we'd booked in Italy to celebrate a successful first tour. By the time Harry arrived in the white-walled villa tucked away comfortably in a small town - away from prying eyes, he was slow-moving and sleepy, although the afternoon was only just setting in. He'd eagerly drunk the coffees we offered and passed out around 5pm. Harry complained to me the next day that he was still exhausted, his brain and body were working nine hours behind after all-

"You shouldn't have slept on the plane, H." I mumbled, steadying the kettle over the large white mug as I poured hot water into Harry's second coffee of the morning. He'd been vocal about his dissatisfying sleep all of the two hours we'd been awake and my comment was seemingly unhelpful. He confirmed this by burying his face into my neck, head laying heavy on my shoulder, a low groan buzzing against my skin.

It took him a few days before he was fully himself again, but we've been here for a week now and everything's falling easily into long days by the pool and explorations into the cities either side of us. It feels oddly like a family holiday, I've known Sarah long enough; We grew up in the same town a few years apart, both moving away when we hit eighteen to pursue careers in similarly creative industries - music and journalism. We ended up at the same dinner parties and, for a few months before she moved to LA, we shared a shoebox flat in London.

She's the reason I met Harry; I stayed in her overheating LA apartment over the Easter break of 2017. We spent most days sprawled out on her sofa with all the windows thrown open, catching up on everything that'd happened since she moved away. She'd promised I could meet Mitch - a guitarist for the new band she'd started playing with whom she'd been dating for a few months. I'd heard bits and pieces about him as soon as they met, mostly about his brother-like closeness to the singer they played behind, and as promised, the Tuesday afternoon I opened her front door to Mitch, an equally long-haired-Hawaiian-shirt-clad boy followed.

Harry was goofier and unarguably louder, we paired up naturally in the group of four and it wasn't hard to get to know him, or to fall for the infamous charm I'd heard he was known for. To my pleasant surprise, it didn't feel odd when we joined in with Sarah and Mitch's couple-y activities - mini-golf, brunch, movie nights, I tagged along to a few studio sessions too before I had to go home. We promised to keep in touch but I was certain I'd probably never see him again, or at least not in the same way we'd spent the last week but, when he kissed me goodbye at the airport, I had a little hope.

"Hazzaaa!" Mitch calls loudly down the hall - no doubt on a temporary high from his new coffee addiction. There's no point responding, I can hear his footsteps storming towards our door before he swings it open and I can hide my face further into Harry's shoulder, who is unsurprisingly awake now.

"Go away Rodrick." I grumble, smiling at the rumble of laughter my nickname causes to ripple through Harry's chest.

"We've got bikes, Sarah's found a ride that's only a few miles - we're gonna get lunch." I could probably live here with Sarah and Mitch forever, there was only a few years difference between us but sometimes they felt like parents - or older siblings, cooing over me and Harry's relationship. I always felt part of something when we were all together, it wasn't so hard to imagine moving around each other in the same villa for the rest of our lives.

"Give us a sec Mitchy," Harry's waking up now, I roll over as he leans forward to sit, reaching out for the tea Mitch passes him. I hear mine clink down on my bedside table. "When're you leavin?"

"Thirty minutes?" Mitch replies, twisting his wrist to check the time on the ridiculously retro watch Harry had bought for his birthday. "S'already midday."

Harry hums, promising we'll be down in ten before Mitch accepts his mission of recruitment successful and leaves the room. I shift my head at the metal click confirming the door's shut behind him.

"M'gonna stay here," My face is resting in the crook of my arm, eyes closed as I try to cling to the last bit of sleep, "too tired."

The duvet shuffles slightly again with Harry's movements. He rests on his front now, his torso propped up as he leans his face down into my hair. I'm not sure if I'll ever get used to his smiley morning kisses or the smooth scratch when his curls fall over my own.

"It'll be fun," I turn beneath him, settling to listen to his groggy drawl, his accent is always thicker in the mornings, he strokes a wave of hair behind my ear to see my face. "We'll get a nice lunch - Sarah'n'Mitch'll fawn over some street cats, what more could you want?"

"Sleep..." I giggle, his classic pout having the opposite effect as intended. "I'll come next time, promise. Today I just wanna sleep a little more and maybe go for a swim."

He glances down at me for a moment longer, hesitant to accept my excuse before swooping down to press a kiss to my cheek with a hum of approval and bounding out of bed. He tugs a white t-shirt over his head, pulling it down his torso to reveal the smiling bee graphic - "Enjoy Health - Eat Your Honey." He tries to calm his slightly dishevelled curls in the mirror before he goes back to his long morning process of getting ready.

I could spend all day by the pool if nobody stopped me. It's small enough to fit cosily in the garden of the villa and still leave enough patio for lounging chairs and a small table. A row of citrus fruit trees line the fence at the edge of the garden, they offer a little shade over the far end of the pool in the afternoons when the sun reaches its peak. Every now and then a blossom will fall from the larger trees along the patio; the first day we were all together, Sarah, Mitch and I swam for hours until the evening breeze got too cool against our wet skin. Harry had been reading in a chair a few feet off from us and despite our noisy chatter, he'd fallen asleep, no doubt aided by his still slightly backwards body clock. I made my way over to wake him, the breeze must have been stronger than we thought because as I got closer I noticed tiny pink flowers nestled in his hair - they must have blown from the trees and landed on him as he slept. For hours after he trailed behind me inside through the patio doors, I was picking small blossoms from his curls, he was smiley and dopey from jet lag as he kept reaching his hands out to catch mine and pull me into his chest. I'd missed him for the last ten months when he'd been dazzling the world in flares and Gucci suits. I visited and travelled with him for a few show dates, of course, we'd even managed to spend Christmas and our one year anniversary together, but it was different spending so much time apart. Everything was still shiny and new to me when he left for his first solo tour - we'd only been together four months, most of which had been spent in his London house or weekends together in LA. The refreshing familiarity of being together again after so long hadn't quite rubbed off as we lay sprawled over the sofa, blossom abandoned for now.

"What're you thinking about?"

I look up at Harry, he's changed into a grandpa esque pair of brown drawstring cords I don't miss the little bow he's tied. He raises his eyebrows at me inquisitively when I don't answer, smirking slightly as my eyes wander up to his face.

"Nothing," I smile, pausing to yawn, "Just thinking about what 'm gonna do today."

"Sure you don't want to come with us?" He's collecting bits and pieces from around the room - his phone, wallet, sunglasses, but he peaks his head over his shoulder to look at me as he asks.

"Yeah, think I'm just gonna sit outside for a bit, I wanna catch up on a little bit of work."

His eyebrow quirks up slightly, the 'catching up on work' conversation is something we've had tirelessly throughout our fourteen months together. His work was obviously a little more...noticeable. When he was at work it was normally in a studio all day or sat in meetings, sometimes in a different city or country to me. I could work at home more at least; the articles and reviews I wrote almost always required me to spend a few days out of town to research the topic but once I had my notes, I could write from home. This sometimes lent itself to later nights sat up in my small study - work day blurring into the evening. Harry couldn't argue on it though, he did the exact same. His long hours out of the house didn't cancel out the long ones in, Jeff called any hour of the day with 'pressing matters' and even without external pressures, Harry was determined to get everything perfect, even if it meant tweaking new songs on his weekends off. Normally when he was overwhelmed by the workload of album deadlines and promo he was out in LA, where the pre-sleep chatter whilst we both got ready for bed wasn't an option.

"We're on holiday love, you can let some of it slide."

"It's not work-work, I just wanna write a little." I brush the topic away, it didn't need to abet the argument it'd triggered in the past. "Hurry up - Mitch'll run off without you at this rate."

"I wouldn't worry, don't think Mitch has run a day in his life." Harry chuckles, the goofy smile he wore the whole first day we met beaming back at me as he tucks his belongings in his pockets. He leans down to where I'm sat up over the duvet now, kissing me goodbye. "Be back in a bit, don't burn the house down."

"Promise not to - don't fall off your bike." I say as he pulls away. "Love you- now go, I can hear Mitch having a hissy fit from here."

He laughs. Everything's so easy here, it feels as if time has warped slightly and nothing's too hard anymore. The sun's almost at it's strongest now, defying the curtains and falling on Harry as he makes his way to the bedroom door, picking up his pace as Mitch yells up the stairs at him to 'Stop messin with your hair and come down already.'

"Love you!" Harry calls behind him. His heavy footsteps are followed by Sarah's laugh from downstairs and then the door clicks shut and everything's quiet again.

After an hour or so laying by the pool and a nap that might have lasted a little longer than planned, the sun beats a little heavy and I make my way inside. I've written a decent amount - I found myself recalling the last week here, dipping into more personal ground than I would usually. It's not that Harry and I's relationship is a secret anymore, after about eight months people caught on, but we were still private. He'd brush off interviewer questions about relationships and his 'status' and my social media profiles are free from the hundreds of cosy domestic Harry photos I might have posted if he was someone less in the public eye. It's hard sometimes, especially when I can't share a decent chunk of my photography and all the experiences I might have written about. My old film camera is sat on the kitchen counter now, no doubt filled with sweet moments that'll never see the light of day outside of the four people in them.

The fridge was pretty well stocked considering we'd spent a lot of evenings eating out. We'd taken an eventful shopping trip earlier in the week to the massive grocery store in the town thirty minutes down the road. We ended up buying too much fruit and bread and not much else. The trek home hadn't been considered as Harry and Sarah grew more and more excited over the fresh foods they were used to being shipped over and older than ideal, after it all, we ended up on a long single-tiered town bus, tote bags full and tucked safely on our laps. There one photo in particular of Mitchell standing at the bus stop, watermelon in his arms and a bemused expression on his face that I can't wait to see again once I get to the small camera store back home.

After scouring the shelves for a moment longer, I settle on a sandwich. I'm slicing crunchy lettuce on the old wooden board with swirly carvings around the edges when I hear the door open and familiar voices.

I smear a thin layer of mayonnaise over the contents of the bread before cutting two even triangles and wander out to the living room. Mitch and Harry are already lounging over two of the sofas when I get there, Sarah's nowhere to be seen but the sound of the shower running upstairs starts quietly through the house.

"Hey," I call, making my way over to the back of the black sofa Harry's laying over. "How was it?"

Harry peaks one eye open and reaches his hand up towards me-

"Good- what're you eating?" I steer my food away from his prying fingers as he swoops up to tear off a corner.

"Sandwich, didn't you just eat lunch?"

"Yeah but the portions were tiny," Harry whines slightly, reaching up in a second attempt, protesting when I love the bread away from him again. "I'm growing!"

Mitch laughs from the other side of the room. He swings his legs over the side of the sofa and stands up, rubbing his eyes slightly and trogs over to the stairway. "I'm gonna go shower."

"Good idea, you stink mate," Harry smirks cheekily, earning a glare from Mitch before he disappears up the stairs.

"How was it really, H?" I ask before taking another bite of my sandwich.

"S'good, we cycled for ages - it was actually really beautiful. You've gotta come with me sometime before we go home, although we need to find a different cafe- I paid €11 for the smallest burger I've ever seen."

"We'll bring a picnic or somethin'" I muse, thinking between chews. "I was thinking we could make something tonight 'stead of going out again, something summery maybe."

"Yeah?" Harry mumbles, rubbing his hand over his sun pink cheeks, "Like what?"

"Maybe pitas and some fruit- you bought enough kiwis to last us a lifetime." It's true, he'd claimed he had to in celebration of the tour coming to an end. "Here, d'you want the rest?"

Harry's eyes wander down to the remaining half of my sandwich I'm holding out to him, I try not to think too long about how I could watch his sleepy eyes light up for as long as he'd let me.

"I had something after you left earlier, I'm not that hungry." He looks up at me, unconvinced, but takes the plate anyway, quickly setting the plate on his lap and tucking in. Now that he's sat up in the light without the shadows of the dark cushions around him, I can see how pink is face really is. There's a blushing red along his cheeks and nose and the tips of his ears are bright pink. I brush my thumb over his ear softly, catching his attention as he winces slightly.

"Sorry- think you caught the sun a bit." He swallows the food in his mouth and nods up at me.

"Yeah, hurts a bit." I tilt his face slightly to see the other side - the pink continues down his neck and shoulders where it disappears under the tan lines of his t-shirt.

"Did you not put suncream on before you left?" His mouth full again, he just shakes his head. I smile slightly at how suddenly he's eased into his patient role, munching on his sandwich and peering up at me - ready for me to tend to his injuries. A soft grumble comes from Harry before I sigh - "I'll get the aloe vera."

I walk out into the cool tiled kitchen, opening the fridge again to retrieve the small pot of gel from the top shelf. It was one of the only sensible things we'd managed to buy during the kiwi shopping spree.

"And why didn't you have any suncream on?" I chastise him, giggly at his pouty expression. "It's right on the table, you know."

"You were in bed - I forgot." He eyes my movements as I tuck my leg undeath my body and sit opposite him on the sofa, twisting the cap off the small glass pot in my hands.

" M'I supposed to remind you of everything now, can't even remember suncream without me hey?" He shakes his head, curls tousled around his face. "Come here, stay still..."

I balance the pot in his hands and push his hair back and behind his ears, it'd gotten longer on tour and was threatening to grow into a curly lord farquaad territory. He keeps his head in place when I take back the pot and spread the cold gel over his nose, smiling slightly in surprise-

"S'cold." He watches as I scoop another load of aloe onto my fingertips and cover his cheeks.

"It's been in the fridge- how're your shoulders?" I ask once the gel is spread sufficiently over the pink tint that covered his face and the tips of his ears.

"Not so bad, it's just my face that hurts really."

I hum an okay, spinning the pot lid back on and placing it on the coffee table beside my lunch plate. Harry's hands lay limply in his lap, one reaching slowly to stroke the hem of my loose summer dress. I look up to see his slightly shiny face settling in a shy expression-

"I can be quite forgetful - might have to look after me forever you know." He smiles lovingly, looking up from where his finger and thumb play with the cotton of my dress, to meet my gaze.

"Oh forever, so you've got no plan to improve this bad habit then?" He laughs at my teasing and his smile broadens into a trademark Harry grin.

"Nah...S'okay though, I'll look after you too."

We all end up in the garden by eight pm, lying around the pool with platters of fruit and pittas full of salad and falafel. Harry has a stripe of suncream down his nose and he keeps trying to throw kiwi into Sarah's mouth, although it's ending up anywhere but. The pink in his cheeks has calmed down by now and he's stolen a blue scrunchie from my suitcase and tied a little bun on top of his head.

The hours tick by and the air starts to lose its humid warmth. Pair by pair we trickle back inside, Sarah and Mitchell retreating to their room first.

Harry's standing above me, barefooted in the grass and tipsy on wine. He holds out his hand to me and I take it, pulling myself up from the soft blanket we'd been laying on.

"Leave it," Harry says when I kneel down to fold it, "It's not gonna rain."

Before I can protest he's pulling me behind him and inside the sliding french doors. The tile floor's cold against the bottoms of my feet but the air inside is warm, Harry squeezes my hand in his and pulls me closer against his side, slinging his arm over my shoulders. He's soft and sleepy, and we make out way up the curling staircase clumsily in each other's arms.

I call goodnight to Mitch and Sarah before falling into my own bed. There's a second and then two familiarly inked arms curl around me and pull me into a warm chest. I'm a little drunk, sun-kissed and sleepy from the long conversations of the evening and it isn't long before my eyes are closing - the last noise I can hear is Harry's soft mumbling against my hair. I could definitely stay right here forever.

#Harry styles #harry styles writing #harry styles fic #oh honey #italy harry #mitch rowland #sarah jones #fine line #harry styles mitch #harry styles sarah

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cmescapade · 4 years

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my long overview/review of ‘Star Wars: Journey to Batuu’ after forcing myself to play it almost nonstop

so i said i was going to amend what i said in response to this ask after playing to min/max shit so here is a tldr version of my opinion after playing:

I consider this pack to be a 2/10; It's enough to kill time as a temporary distraction, but not for long. There’s absolutely no replay value after going through all those missions as each outcome is ultimately the same by faction. There also doesn’t seem to be any negative outcomes for each prompt in the little “choose your adventure” pop ups--And if there is, it is extremely low since I have never gotten a negative outcome.

The aspirations are fair, and are the only things I found in this pack that’s anyway redeemable since I believe the rewards can be used well in conjunction with general solo/super-sim gameplay.

kinda sat on this for a while bc i wasn’t sure if i should post something so lengthy but then i remembered this is my blog n i can post my left toe if i wanted to

even tho i would never post a pic of my left toe anyway

.......at least for free. With the right price, however....

anyway more details under the cut if you’re interested bc i like to ramble :))

I decided to split this into 5 sections to organize my thoughts a little better. I’ll be separating my thoughts on each faction, the ships as a rabbit hole, the faction missions, the star wars aspirations, and then the breakdown of my 2/10 rating.

1. Factions

When you travel to Batuu, the game gives you a starting “mission” or quest to get you acclimated to the areas, and each area has a specific Faction associated with it.

And yes, you cannot live anywhere, nor are there any lots, as was already stated.

Every area has a similar makeup which has:

Control Panels

Supply Crates

1 non-rabbit hole area

1 interactable ship

The Black Spire Outpost is the biggest area and has:

Two places to grab food, three if you count the Cantina

Aside from the Cantina, the other areas are rabbit holes

The two eateries are:

Docking Bay 7

this one has the most food options

you’ll never go hungry in batuu because the cheapest items on the menu are Outpost Popcorn Mix and Water at 0 credits lmao

the other two foods not shown in the screenshot above are Yobshrimp Noodle Salad and Braised Shaak Roast

Ronto Roasters

This food place has two of the same options Docking Bay 7 has as well as two additional food items

Oga’s Cantina

The only area that you see the inside of

yea the bar serves batuu-only drinks too

also where you find the guy who would give you Scoundrel missions, Hondo Ohnaka.

You can essentially max your Scoundrel reputation without it hindering whichever side you wanna take, and you can keep it when you essentially max out your rep on either the Resistance or the First Order.

There aren’t any real pros to being a Scoundrel aside from some socialization interactions. It doesn’t do anything for initial Batuu gameplay aside from unlocking Scoundrel outfits in CAS and some upgrades for your droids, but this goes for all of your options (Resistance, First Order, & Scoundrel).

The Dwelling

This is a rabbit hole where your sim goes to sleep, pee, or shower… If not the closest bench.

It’s located opposite to the Cantina.

If you’re ever lost, there’s a spire you can sit/nap on right in front of it–or you can just wait till your sim wants to pee.

they’ll automatically run there

that’s… how i found it, tbh

Dok Ondar’s Den of Antiquities

Another rabbithole

This place sells items you can use to complete missions, like Dataspikes and a couple of Lightsaber parts

Majority of the inventory are decorative stuff to bring back with you

Savi’s Workshop

Right behind the antique shop is the lightsaber place where you can find more hilts, kyber crystals, and display cases for your lightsabers.

You can also click on the shop to start a lightsaber challenge.

Outside this area, you have the First Order District which has more supply crates and control panels than the other two neighborhoods, and a lot more activity–Makes sense since this is basically the hub for the First Order in general.

There’s only the Droid Depot in this area, and the only real shop that has use for credits. Food wise, there’s a food stall, and if your sim is stinky or tired, they’d basically disappear for a few minutes to recharge and come back.

Droid Depot

Each faction has specific Droid personality traits

Aside from “voices,” these personalities don’t do much

I guess the First Order one is a lot more zap-happy though

The Resistance Camp��is even smaller. Like the other areas, it’s littered with supply crates, but only has one control panel and no shops. However, there’s a rabbit hole toward the back in the Caves.

This doesn’t lead you to anywhere interesting, and it’s just another ‘choose your own adventure’ kind of thing.

2. Ships

In the Black Spire Outpost, you’ll find the iconic Millennium Falcon. You can do kessel runs and explore in the Millennium Falcon with Chewbacca if you have a high Scoundrel reputation.

However, although I said you get to ride with Chewbacca, you don’t ever see him come out

He just kinda……………..stays there

and the prompts tell u he’s there

n ur gonna have to go with it and use the power of your imagination to believe he really do be there

In the First Order District, there’s the TIE Echelon, which functions the same way as the Millennium Falcon… But, you can’t do anything outside of exploring or using it for missions. This is how the X-Wing Starfighter in the Resistance Camp functions as well.

It’s all pretty copy and paste, but w/e, that’s how EA does it

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

3. Missions

There may be several different missions per faction, but to no one’s surprise, they’re all literally the same one but worded differently.

Regular missions only have one plus (+) and one negative (-) icon

Regular Scoundrel missions only have one plus icon and no negatives since they don’t impact other factions

Each faction has a regular mission that pertains to:

Obtaining information

Exploring with the faction’s designated ship

Stealing from Supply Crates

Hacking a Control Panel

Yes………………….They’re very repetitive

You don’t have to do all of them though

You can spam the same one over and over as long as it fits the time slot

For example, the Resistance’s ship exploration mission is limited to only the day time and seems to disappear when it gets late in game

also there’s an error with the TIE Echelon where it’s missing a whole ass prompt

……As you can see, the options make no sense because the prompt is the same one that came before it 🥴

anyway…

Story Missions are the only missions that seem to differentiate from each faction.

All missions that pertain to the “story” are indicated with prerequisites of higher ranks within the faction

All of them give a double boost toward your faction

If it’s a Resistance story quest, it’ll always increase hostility from First Order members

Vice versa for the First Order faction

The Scoundrels are neutral, and do not impact any faction

It’s only the Resistance and First Order factions that have very similar plot lines

but I’m guessing it’s only like that since they’re supposed to follow the vague cause/effect the two of them have?

4. Aspirations

The initial Aspiration you get when you pick the Star Wars umbrella in CAS (or in game) is “Hope VS Order.” After completing this one aspiration, you unlock the 3 that pertain to each faction.

Paragon of Hope

Resistance aspiration

Reward trait gives a boost to Charisma skill building

This is probably nice for those careers that need Charisma to be high, like the Political and Business branches

Enforcer of Order

First Order aspiration

Lowers chances of “Death from Anger”

Since I like killing my sims, I think this aspiration is pointless lmao

Galactic Privateer

Scoundrel aspiration

“Sleight of Hand” reward trait

Unlocks pickpocketing outside of Criminal branch usage

Best one here tbh

Works outside of Batuu, you’ll steal simoleons instead of credits

Also you can cheat whenever u play Sabaac and no one will notice

5. Reevaluation of Initial Opinions

I’ll be going through my initial list from my Response to the Ask I got before. I originally stated that it seemed promising and it was a 3.5~4/10.

Aesthetics/Visual: my opinion is unchanged, it still made me sad i can’t have a little shanty house out there or rent a garbo lot, 0.5/5

The longer I played, the more I didn’t find any new animations

The lightsaber sparring slowly began to look like a mash between GF and RoM duels after a while

I still hate that the areas were beautiful (+0.5) but the interactive places forced cutaway

why do you wanna ruin my screenshots like this, man

CAS/BB still is hard to integrate–Unless your sim is a geek with figurines, the ship models might be nice to add to their collections

Otherwise……

….

I don’t have a follow up for that, sry

Gameplay: uhhh at least i found something i could use outside of Batuu, 1.5/5

I think that playing 3984729847 repetitive missions for a long period time really orientated me to the whole map

…but the fact that i had trouble the first time around still makes it not-user friendly

the issue I had with the resistance members not having an icon? It’s a thing, I guess

The resistance quests take you on a weird trip to “prove” yourself so i guess the icons are supposed to show that they’re “not” resistance members or something idk

they’re supposed to be the sneaky underdogs who wanna do good or w/e

I guess that’s immersive…….. +0.5

sry im first order trash

they also have “Ignite the Spark” and “Ask about Missions” both leading to the same mission screen……………….

convenience?? i guess??

missions are still confusing, made worse when the game itself glitches up a storm

there was one mission where i had to go to the cantina to find someone

and they wouldn’t spawn within the time frame………….

i had to go in and out for like 3 days until they actually spawned

i only knew this bc i arrested half the people in the cantina while i was bored

so anyone without a red bar was probably them lmfaoo

also, as i stated above……. there’s some mission errors in the prompts

Currency is still worthless.

Everything can be done by purely stealing from supply crates

Credits are only worth to blow it off on sabaac!

The only real need for credits is to have 1,000 so u can buy a droid

Then slam the rest of those credits on the table to bet bajillions on a game of sabaac!

Aspirations………. Useful +1

Despite them being sorta niche, they’re pretty decent

Can abuse the rewards for optimal gameplay for a super sim

Honestly i just love the pickpocketing reward off the Scoundrel aspiration, just because it works outside of Batuu (and that he didn’t have to be in the Criminal career for it either)

In total, my personal rating for this pack is 2/10.

It was nice, but I don’t really see this pack being replayable, considering that i did everything there was to do on Batuu in a single trip. Sure I could’ve taken my time, but since everything would end up the same anyway, it felt like it was set up to be a one-time gig.

At least with JA you’re moderately forced to return so you can collect treasures that are RNG–In JtB, you can snatch up all that you need on Batuu from grinding everything like a nutcase. There’s also chances of failure in JA, but on Batuu that percentage is almost little to none. The most you’ll ever get is a dazed moodlet that barely lasts, a negative relationship, and being escorted to a loading screen.

I feel like this pack could be a little better if there were more risks involved, but there are barely any that I encountered. It’s just another weird, rehashed cash grab by EA.

#star wars: journey to batuu #star wars #journey to batuu #SW: JtB #sims expansion review #i could just say its a disappointment #but tbh the whole game is a disappointment #if you're gonna ask why i still play ts4 if i find it disappointing #i'll have to answer that w:#the games i play are a reflection of me #and I'M a disappointment #😎

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starwarringavengers · 4 years

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Black Lace (Rey x Ben Solo/Kylo Ren)

This one is for the lovely @sunshiney-souls, (also im sorry this became downright FILTHY) who sent me this prompt

Warnings: EXTREMELY rated 18+++!!! This is kind of filthy so please just do me a favor and use your own discretion. Also a little bit of dirty talk, some rough sex, perhaps BDSM undertones if you literally s q u i n t, and a dominant Ben Solo.

Word Count: 2,970

A/N: If you liked this, consider checking out my fic Desperado on AO3! Another modern sort of crime-related au, since apparently I can only imagine modern day kylo ren as a fucking hitman

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If someone had told Rey that Ben Solo, formerly known as hitman extraordinaire Kylo Ren, was a fan of cuddling, she’d have laughed in their face.

But, as if turns out, Ben Solo loves fucking cuddling.

Since they��d met nearly two years ago, Rey had seen the man that he was underneath the stern gaze and leather jackets and cold exterior, at the very human man who was just dying to be loved. So, she’d made it her mission to bring him back to the light, metaphorically of course. They’ve come a long way since the first time he tried to kill her.

Modern love, as it were.

And Rey is certainly falling very deeply in love with Ben Solo, who brings her flowers and makes her coffee just right in the morning and loves to wash the shampoo from her hair when they’re giggling in the shower together. This loving, intensely passionate man that she’s found herself wrapped up in quickly became the best part of her world.

Rey loves his quiet moments, the gentle touches, and how attentive he is to her constantly, especially when they make love. But it’s as if he’s afraid to hurt her.

So now, as Rey is laying against the headboard of the bed with Ben’s head on her shoulder as he reads, her mind is wandering down a rabbit hole of things she’d love to do with him. But he’s intent on reading, so Rey is busy playing with the new string of LED lights they’d bought and hung up around the perimeter of the room. They clash a little bit with the sophisticated and dark decor of his room, but she’d begged and he’d caved, so now she’s been having fun turning them from blue to yellow to white to green to purple to magenta to -

“Rey,” Ben says her name and a shiver rushes down her spine. She tilts her eyes down to meet his. “What are you doing?”

“Playing with the lights,” she tells him quietly, with a grin, only because she knows that by now the changing colors have got to be annoying him, and if she could get him just a little bit fired up…

He only smiles. Says nothing. Rey nearly groans.

“Ben,” she says after a few minutes, her arm with the remote flopping down onto the bed as the lights stay a nice shade of cyan.

“Rey,” he says again, one long finger running over his full lips as he concentrates on the page in front of him.

Rey turns to face him and puts on her best doe-eyed look. “I have a question,” she says. He quirks an eyebrow. “Would you ever tie me up?”

If he’s surprised by the inquiry, he doesn’t show it. He simply shrugs. “Perhaps.”

Perhaps? Why is he making this difficult for her?

“What about,” Rey starts, sliding her hand across his chest, “Blindfolds?”

Finally, finally he looks down at her, dark eyes squinted a little in amusement. “There something you’re getting at here?”

Yes! She wants to scream, yes, and I’ve been getting at it for months and you haven’t heard me!

“Perhaps,” she echoes his earlier statement, and Ben’s smirk grows into a smile as he leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to her brow. Then he goes back to reading, and Rey feels for a moment that she’ll actually scream.

With a huff, she stands from the bed and walks into the closet connected to the bedroom, where the majority of her things have begun to accumulate in a space he’d cleared for her. She could get ready for bed - throw on an old tee shirt and call it a day. Or, she could try to get him to listen to her with a more visual tactic.

Giggling to herself, Rey pulls the pink box containing her little secret from it’s hiding spot in the drawer. She’s never been a lingerie type of girl - none of it is really her, and the only things that seem to catch her eye, everyone deems too simple. So needless to say, she doesn’t own a lot of it. But when she’d seen the black lace robe hanging up in the store that Rose and Paige had drug her into, she’d been completely unable to stop staring at it. It had just been so…delicate. And so far out of her comfort zone, she almost hadn’t gotten it. Light and practically see-through, she’d picked it up and couldn’t help but think about the potential look on Ben’s face if he saw her in it. So, she’d bought it.

With her heart beating just a little bit too fast, Rey shucks off her jeans and lets her hair down, sliding the robe over her body and delighting in the ticking feeling of that lace. When she turns around to look in the mirror, she doesn’t recognize herself for a moment. Not because of her nakedness under the robe or the robe itself, but more because of the flush of excitement on her face.

Peering outside the door, Rey finds that Ben is still in the spot she left him, only he’s peeled off his shirt and jeans and is lying on the blankets in a pair of black boxers. Rey’s mouth goes dry.

She gives herself a silent pep talk and steps back out into the room.

Ben glances up and then back down, and then back up when he actually sees her there, and Rey swears she sees him swallow past a lump in his throat. He looks her up and down for a moment as she approaches the bed, slowly taking his book from his hand.

“Rey,” her name is more like a warning now.

“Ben,” she replies, raising an eyebrow at him before placing her knee on the bed and swinging her other leg over his hip, effectively straddling him. His hands fly immediately to her waist, grip tight as she presses herself down against him. “I want you to fuck me.”

His eyes drift shut for a moment and Rey watches as he takes in a deep breath. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he grits out.

Ah, Rey thinks, so that’s it.

“I won’t break,” Rey tells him, reaching a hand up and threading her fingers through his dark hair. “Please, Ben? I want you. Don’t make me beg. Or demand.”

It’s a joke, but only halfway. Rey grins wickedly at him and tugs his hair. Ben’s eyes fly open and for a moment, Rey sees a different person.

The world is a blur around her for a moment as Ben switches their positions so fast, putting her on her back beneath him as he wraps a hand around her throat and holds her there. Rey stares at him, open-mouthed, her body flushing as heat gathers between her legs.

For a moment, all he does it stare. Then, Rey watches as Ben picks up the remote control for the damned LED lights and changes the color to red, all the while looking far too calm and in control, in comparison to her at least. He chucks the remote away and leans down close to her.

“Did you think you were in charge for a moment there, my love?” Ben asks quietly, his voice a growl against her ear. Rey squirms beneath him. This is what she wanted. She loves Ben Solo - but fuck if she’s not a little bit (a lot) attracted to the darkness that lives inside him. “Answer me.”

Rey squeaks as his palm tightens around her throat. “Yes,” she admits, breathless.

“And you thought you could order me around, is that it?”

“Yes,” another gasp as Ben slides his hand down her body, feeling the lace that covers it and looking at her with something between lust and pure amusement.

“I commend you for your effort,” Ben jokes, practically manhandling her up onto her knees before him, his hand now wrapped in her hair. “But I’m still the one in charge here, my darling Rey.”

The grin that spreads across her face is absolutely wretched, laced with triumph and twinged with mirth. He doesn’t expressly admit that he knows this was her plan, but Rey can tell from the twinkle in his eye that he’d guessed it well enough. She reaches up to tangle her hands into his dark curls but he stops her, taking both her wrists in his hands and locking them behind her back with one, leaning back again to take in the sight of her, covered in black lace.

Rey thinks that she’s never felt as beautiful as she does in that moment, with him looking at her like that.

“Ground rules,” Ben begins.

“Rules?” Rey squeaks in indignation, ready to groan at him in annoyance. He gives her a dark look that makes her shut her mouth.

“If I hurt you, in any way, you tell me immediately. If I do something you’re not sure you like, you tell me immediately,” Ben says, rattling off the rules of his list as Rey nods very enthusiastically.

“What else?” she asks, and for a moment Ben looks like he’s going to laugh.

“Listen carefully,” he tells her, pulling her hands forward and tying them together with the sash of her robe, which she hadn’t even noticed he’d removed. Rey nods.

For another long moment, he stays looking straight at her, as if deciding where to begin. “I like this,” he tells her finally, sliding a finger under the edge of the black lace that covers her breasts. At his touch, everything in her body pulls taut, waiting for more. Ben draws the robe over her shoulder until it falls, baring her a little more to him. He’s going slower than she had thought he would, but she’s not about to open her mouth and question him any time soon.

“How long have you had it?” Ben asks, and it takes Rey a moment to realize he’s talking about the robe.

“A few weeks,” she says in a small voice, smiling privately to herself as Ben hums against her skin before biting down on her shoulder.

“A few weeks? And I’m only just now seeing it?” He’s teasing her, she knows he is, but Rey feels her face heat up nonetheless.

“I was,” Rey starts, searching for the words to explain to him why she hadn’t tried this sooner. “I was worried I couldn’t pull it off,” she tells him finally, laughing to disguise the unease in her voice.

Ben pulls away from her and levels her with a dark gaze. “Rey,” her name is pitched low, like a warning. “I am doing everything I can not to fucking rip this lace off of you, only because I want you to wear it again.”

Rey squeaks in surprise and a little bit of amusement when Ben’s hand drifts up her body to wrap around her throat, at the same time as his other hand reaches her center and without warning he dips his fingers up inside of her. She’s already wet and wanting and it just feels so right to have him touching her, the pressure of his fingers around her throat and inside her moving in tandem to create a storm that starts low in Rey’s belly and spreads through her whole being like molten lava. She finds that she loves the dangerous feeling of his hand around her throat.

Rey wracks her brain for the right words to possibly tell him that she wants it to hurt, just a little.

But he seems to know, because he bites at her throat as he squeezes and Rey keens, limbs going limp against him and it’s a miracle he’s there to hold her up, because Rey feels an orgasm shoot through her like a bolt of lightning. Ben chuckles darkly into her ear.

“Lay back, hands above your head,” he instructs, and Rey is all too happy to oblige, practically flopping back onto the bed and lifting her arms. She can see his erection tenting his briefs, and her mouth waters in an obscene sort of way that she’d be embarrassed by, if she weren’t so turned on. “Part your legs for me, Rey. Let me see you.”

Oh, now that’s a tone of voice that she likes.

She does what she’s told and lets her knees fall open, baring herself to him in a way that she’s never done before, not even for him. Rey can feel that she’s breathing heavily, and she can see that he is too, even in the dim red glow that the lights cast around the room. He looks impossibly larger backlit like this, as he decides what he wants to do with her. The air in the room hangs low with lust.

“I’m want to fuck you, Rey,” Ben says quietly, calmly - as if he’s telling her he’d like to bring her a cup of tea. She whimpers. Ben smiles. “Tell me I can fuck you.”

“Yes please,” she squeaks out, her voice straining against the harsh breaths she takes as he looks at her.

“You’ll tell me -“

“Yes! I’ll tell you if it’s too much, just,” Rey huffs, “Please, Ben.”

He grins at her in the red light, and Rey watches with anticipation settling in her bones as he tosses his briefs away, taking himself in hand and sliding his fingertips down the inside of her thigh. Goosebumps pebble in the wake of his touch.

“Close your eyes,” Ben instructs, and Rey does as she’s told. Sort of. “Close them, or I’ll blindfold you,” he says, his voice a growl. Rey shuts her eyes tight, even though the prospect of a blindfold is intriguing.

Rey isn’t quite sure how he does it. One moment, she’s squirming on the bed, hoping that he’ll lean forward and touch her a little bit more, and the next he has her hips in his hands and has shoved his cock so deep inside her that her eyes fly open and she cries out. He doesn’t relent.

There’s none of the previous hesitations that she’s used to feeling from him - no restraint in his arms as he holds himself just far enough away from her, no slow rock of his hips to get her accustomed to him, and certainly no gentle grip that keeps her close. No, this is absolutely primal, his fingertips wrapped solidly around her hip and squeezing so hard that she’s positive she’ll have a bruise, and his hips slapping obscenely against hers - and she loves it.

Every thrust, every brush of the head of his cock against the deepest place inside her feels like an earthquake. Ben finds the angle that she likes, effortlessly, letting loose a near-feral growl as he takes her a little bit faster. Rey’s eyes roll back in her head.

Then, he takes her leg and wraps his hand around her ankle, holding her open and shoving a pillow beneath her hips. It brings her closer to him, gives him a new inch to work with as Rey lets herself go completely, giving over to the dark side of this kind of lust as she comes, like rolling waves, around him.

Ben slows, and for a moment Rey considers hitting him if he even dares to ask her if she’s okay - but he doesn’t. Instead, he gives her a wicked grin and pulls out of her, flipping her over in a freakishly well-timed movement, onto her hands and knees. Her hands are still bound in front of her, and she whines about it.

“Let me touch you,” Rey begs, her back to his front as she kneels up and presents her wrists. “Please.”

Ben groans, but reaches forward anyway and unties the gauzy fabric, tossing it somewhere in the room before burying his hand in her hair and forcing her to bend at her waist.

“God, Rey,” he moans as he sinks back inside her, “You’re so fucking perfect.”

She’s never heard praise quite like that before, and she definitely doesn’t know what to do with it - it’s like her entire brain short circuits. Rey doesn’t have time to dwell on it though, because Ben begins moving his hips at a rapid pace, fucking her so hard that she feels it practically quake up her spine.

They’ve fucked like this before, with her on her knees, but never this hard. She can’t stop the moan from falling from her lips when Ben reaches up and wraps his hand around her neck again.

“Is this what you wanted?” he growls in her ear, crushing her close to him in every way that he possibly can given their position. Rey whimpers. “Is it? Tell me, Rey. Do you like when I fuck you like this?”

Her answer of yes is a quiet sound, squeezed from her vocal chords around moans and sighs and cries of his name. Rey can tell that this, the way he’s taking her, is Kylo Ren - the man everyone feared and admired. But the man who loves her is Ben Solo, and she’s damn lucky to have both.

He comes inside of her with a drawn-out, downright lovely moan right in her ear, and Rey finally slides down onto her stomach feeling sated and shaking a little bit from the force of it all. Ben shifts their positions, pulling her onto his chest as he lays on his back.

“Well my love,” he says after they’ve caught their breath. “Did I deliver?”

Rey giggles against his skin. “Yes, I can say with confidence that you did.”

He chuckles a little bit as he draws lines up her spine with his fingertips. “You know,” he says then, “I think I’m starting to like these lights.”

#reylo #reylo fanfiction #reylo fic #reylo smut #rey x ben solo #rey x kylo ren #reylo modern au #reylo au #rey and ben solo #rey and kylo ren #hitman kylo ren #reylo sexy #rey #rey and ben au #rey and ben fanfic #rey and ben solo fanfic #rey and kylo

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wanda-porter · 6 years

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TEXT 📲 SAM EVANS

WITH : Sam Evans ( @gfn-sam-evans)

DATE & TIME: September 3rd - 4th.

WP: So i know anime date night is on tuesday, but would you like to be my +1 to game night on wednesday? WP: Please, please, please, please? SE: What game night?? WP: Finn is making his annual game night and he told us that we could bring partners! WP: And I clearly thought you wanted to win so I thought you could be mine.

SE: I do like to win. What type of games? Cards? Board? Sports? WP: Cards and board games and karaoke. I also gotta sing so do you wanna miss that? SE: A karaoke competition? Hmm. That as a duet or solo? SE: I used to be in choir and we compete tons. SE: I’ll cheer you on if it’s solo WP: I kinda told Finn I was gonna sing duets with him. WP: But you are my special one so totally singing one with you. WP: You just gotta know I suck, a lot WP: You do like board games, right? SE: What makes me special? SE: Heck yeah I do! I play tons of them. WP: Well, you are gonna be my date, if you say yes. WP: We just have one mission and it's not lose against my brother, cause he is being talking shit SE: You’ve gotta talk smack. That’s part of the fun of competing. SE: You’ve got a song in mind. SE: I’ve got a better idea... SE: Will you be my date, Wanda? WP: YEAH BUT HE TALKING TOO MUCH WP: Not really. We can always do a fun song. WP: agdasjfkddhdkjghdkgjWP: SAM WP: YOU ALMOST OWNED ME A NEW PHONE [...] WP: I would be honored, Sam. SE: You need to let it roll off your shoulders, beautiful. It’s part of the game. SE: Why?!?? SE: Awesome. Since this is a date then let’s do it right. What time is this game thing starting. I want to take you to dinner WP: Nonono, he is gonna go down. He is gonna be ended but I'm gonna do it silently like a snake. WP: CAUSE MY HEART WAS FRAGILE. WP: Omg oieufgoigjr I don't know but we can be a little bit. I go out at six from work, is that good? SE: then you have to tell him that. Not me. But if I catch him before then I’ll let him know he won’t know what hit him. SE: I can meet you in front of your job. SE: You’re cute. WP: Just throw a paper ball and hide. He then really wouldn't know what hit him WP: I'll make sure to go super pretty to work so you can see. WP: That's you. I'm so glad you said yes, I was really excited already to do this with you. And now it's just ten times better. SE: That’s not the type of hit I was thinking but I have to say I like the way you think. SE: I did, technically but I went ahead and decided to make this a full blown date. WP: He is gonna get scared really easily so it's gonna be hilarious. Did you know he was complaining all day today cause I let him have a hungover? The nerve. WP: It was really hot let me tell you, but also really sweet what is a great combination. A+ 10/10 would recommend SE: How did to let him have one? Did you get him drinking? SE: you’d recommend people to date me? I think that’s the nicest thing a girl I asked out has offered to do for me. WP: Of course not. We went home last night and my mom made us daiquiris and i drank with her till i passed out. THEN mom needed a drinking buddy and she got William. See? Not my fault. WP: I'll write you a review: 'Adorable smile, arms that you actually want to be killed in and hotness to change your date proposal into his date proposal' SE: You’re right. He’s gotta go after your mom for pushing those daquirues. I’ve never had a drink with my mom before. I bet drunk William was hilarious. SE: You want to be killed in my arms? SE: That’s different. SE: Think people will want to date me after reading that? Or you gonna keep it to yourself? WP: Right??? He could had played like he was asleep too, so it's all on him. WP: Well, they are nice arms! If I had to leave this world, I would like it to be in a nice situation. WP: Totally gonna keep it for myself. I'm gonna recommend you to myself and that's it. SE: Exactly! Can I give him crap about this? SE: looks like the review worked then. SE: Thought to give you a pic of me that shows my arms. And other things WP: Of course you can, do what you gotta do WP: Jfc WP: I can totally die in your abs too WP: It's gonna be so hard to not want to rip your clothes off now that I have that mental picture why u this rude

SE: I have faith you can wait until the end of the date before that happens. SE: Do you live alone? SE: That sounded creepy didn’t it? WP: But we have game night after and that is sooo long WP: A little bit but I know why you ask so its chill WP: A rommate but she is never there SE: Oh! We’ll still go and do the game thing. This is after. Like when I drop you off at your place. SE: if they’re not there then maybe I’ll pull you into my arms and kiss you. WP: It's gonna really taste my patience let me tell you. WP: Oh really? Kiss me like the end of a romantic movie or Kiss me like the start of 50 shadea? I gotta know... For science SE: Isn't 50 Shades that kink movie with the whips and blindfolds? I don't know what that kiss looks like. WP: You never seen it? Its so bad its hilarous, we totally have to now. WP: WHAT A I MEANT was that like a sexy kiss or a romantic kiss SE: My mom was happy about the movies and dragged my dad to see them in the theater. Not a cool image to have when it comes to your folks. SE: I think I'll go ahead and leave how the ends as a mystery. Keep you on your toes. WP: ... I feel like, for your safety, we are not gonna watch them. Ever. WP: Why u gotta be so rude, dont u know i'm human too. SE: For my safety? What happens in them?? SE:I don’t think it’s being rude. It’s more of a surprise. WP: I'd never betray your mom by telling you. WP: Now I feel like I have to have a surprise on my own HMMMM SE: This you getting back at me?? That’s not cool, Wanda! WP: Okay, picture this. Imagine you had seen a very... Sexual movie. WP: And your kid wants to see it. SE: That’s the surprise? WP: I thought you were talking about the 50 shades! WP: The surprise it's a surprise and I gotta keep it that way SE: No! I moved far away from the mom porn! SE: We’re just going to tack on more and more surprises until everything is one giant one WP: It's not mom porn! Jamies's butt is everyone's porn. WP: Omg imagine that in a turn of events we end up with very extra surprises? Like, trying to top each other we completely lose our minds? lol SE: I don’t know what his butt looks like. I’m glad it makes a lot of people happy? SE: Ours and every else’s. WP: Googleee iittttt. WP: 'Wanda why do you have a million papers?' 'I HAVE TO GIVE SAM A MILLION ORIGAMI ' SE: I read that as orgasms! WP: I can give you that too WP: But boy you gonna have to give me some time cause a million is like, a lot. SE: I’m so red right now. One of the guys asked if I’m okay. SE: I’m surprised you want to give me that many. That’s...flattering? WP: I want a pictureeeee WP: 1. Why I wouldn't want to? You are awesome. WP: 2. Not like I don't get off but getting people off, so SE: No! It’s better you think of me as that cute guy you know and not the one who gets embarrassed when a pretty girl wants to get you off. WP: Those two are not mutually exclusive at all. I think you are cute for that SE: Thanks. SE: I can get awkward sometimes. SE: But let’s see how this date goes and then we’ll see about the whole million thing WP: You know you can tell me whenever I step out of line, right? WP: I'm not gonna get weird or anything. SE: No! It’s not out of line. I’m not used to girls telling me what they want to do. I think it’s sexy you know what you want and how to get it. It just takes me some time to wrap my head around it is all. But don’t think I’m not interested. I am. WP: I know you are, but still. I just want you to know that you can always tell me. Above all, we are friends okay? SE: Of course. SE: I do want to kiss you. SE: Just so you know WP: I do too, just so you know. WP: Since the day of the headphones SE: The first time or second time? WP: First time. SE: I had no idea! SE: Im so clueless sometimes WP: Well, I was a bit more forward the second time. WP: And contrary to public belief I'M SUBTLE SE: Then that’s probably why I didn’t get it!! SE: You have to hit me with a brick to realize I’m being flirted with WP: That's a little bit dangerous???? SE: It gets the point across???? WP: You won't notice if someone is flirting if you are passed out??? SE: But I will when I come to! WP: When you end up in the hospital, I'm gonna make you a cake saying I told you so

#iphone: all #iphone: sam evans #gfnsam

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eivbiblepoemsandorarticles · 3 years

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TheSubjectArticle Bible LegalBriefClassics ProofPositivePoems Ch3 Inspiration/Encouragement Pg.406 on a Scale of "5" the(13th Page) is Poem Brief "Hall of Fame & Family Toni Esposito" Body of the Poem from Start to Finish Poem Inside a Poem Do We need to improve it.....

SAM Esposito Baseball Hall of Fame & Family…Dad of Toni Esposito

One of the few major league Athletes who stayed on One Major League Baseball Team His Entire Career at North Carolina State is where He played his Collegiate Baseball (1 of 10)

before Becoming a 3rd Baseman for the Chicago White Sox Major League Baseball Team. He was an Excellent Family Man with a Loving Wife & Sports Minded Children with a Big Appetite for Success. (2 of 10)

If, DNA played a part, it may of Skipped a Generation…for her & her ____Dedication Throbbing ____Recipe Thumping ____Short Term Turning Expense Paying ____Thumper of a Heart Saugatuck Back Flip (3 of 10)

I Guess We had a Smooth Start to a Smooth Finish June made Up Spring ____Summer Heat July Ring ____If Victory was ours ____Knight Up.....Toni, Toni, Toni, Dear Toni ____Sensation Adulation Heartfelt Temptation Chest2Chest Bring it Back Nature's Harmony____ (4 of 10)

38DTD---25Rounds of Motion Offense Natural Play---38Wide Defensive Hip Flexors that more than Slide 5’9” Match Play DDD Hips 153 Pounds of Watermelon Cantaloupe Melons also deserve Legend making Guacamole Saugatuck Holy Ground Mix Healthy Caught Up Weight Make it up… (5 of 10)

Catch up…Back it up…Can you…? Did he… Did U…. How the Imaginations knows how the Heart Goes…I Never Broke our Codes of Silence and or Bond…I Never Did tell Anybody ____Your Donut Dunkin was better with Semi Truck Cab Participation (6 of 10)

than Starbuck Good indulging in Good Favorite T.V. Shows Line Up Unapologetic Taste ____As Good As Real Good.....What did We See or do...? What did U see or do...? How ____Good was the____Approach was it ____on Course…? And Darlinggg ____if it was Good as Jeopardy.... (7 of 10)

We was Never looking down. And right there where we stood was holy grounddddd Our School Years…..UNCW…. Daddy’s Little Girl many Skills Foot Speed Snail like Aloof… 3 Point Shooter 2 Guard Tri-Delta or Chi Omega (8 of 10)

was it the Spring Cottage The Beach House or the Summer Loft Wrightsville Beach Next Door Neighbor Gated Community Beach Dedication Elation Vibration Excessive Feelings or Flirtation or Alarm (9 of 10)

I transferred to Chapel Hill University of North Carolina Fall 1997… Why did U Run____...? Knight Him….Didn’t Even Invite Him Until 2 Years Later… ____I Just Wanted to ____Slowdown & Go Skiing….me too.... (10 of 10)

The Fiend to Phenomenal…the Venture to Success ____Phenom or Female Imagination could of Set in or ____We Could of Adapted to Your Songbird Wilderness Imagination Did We Set it Off.…____ (11 of 22)

And Darlinggg ____the more I Prayed through the more God came through.... Never looking down. And right there where We Stood was Holy Grounddddd I Gave Him the ____Hippie Mood Good Job Coasting it was a Rollercoaster like Ride (12 of 22)

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TLJ thoughts, post-viewing

sooo, i have a lot of feelings about a lot of things. also the subtitles didn’t prepare me. for a lot.

this movie is made up of many quiet, non-verbal moments and rian johnson lets those moments sink in and dwell with you and that’s great

rey exploring the workings of the force, for example. there’s a really cool sequence where she’s trying to find out who her parents are and she lowers herself in the embodiment of the dark side and it’s very trippy and cool. it’s not rushed and it’s v atmospheric. she gets the incentive to do that thanks to kylo. his revelations about luke and his general aura of “troubled darkness” inspire her to dig deeper.

i think what i liked most about reylo was its sense of gratuitous intimacy. what i mean by this is that they seemed to connect without effort, without having to manipulate the plot to make it fit. they seemed be in their own little movie, dealing with things beyond the usual surface level of star wars ‘good vs. evil’. kylo’s philosophy about letting the past go is definitely flawed, but the way the movie frames reylo, they do seem to “let go” of their surroundings and circumstances when they’re together. it’s sort of timeless.

i will say, i don’t think the romance was that "romantic”, if that makes sense? and i think it’s a good thing. their bond is very real, but it goes beyond “romantic drama” and your usual hero/villain trope. it has shades of that, ofc, and there is palpable sexual and romantic tension, imo. but i sensed something more mature and interesting between them. it could go either way. do i want reylo to have a future in ep 9 and after? yep. is it possible they won’t? also yep. mainly because kylo let rey down. and here’s the kicker: it’s not rey that really rejects him. it’s him that rejects rey. because she tries quite a few times to bring him over to her side, and i think her anger and sadness stem from the fact that, ultimately, kylo didn’t choose her, and ergo the light. he’s still v much conflicted and i think she can sense that. but rey is hungry. she wants all or nothing. she can’t have half of him. so she doesn’t reject him as much as tell him straight up that she won’t stand for being second. for instance, she expects him to fold to her side immediately after taking down snoke. when he doesn’t, she’s quite literally in tears. this hurts her on a deeper level than “oh no, the dark side won and the resistance lost an important ally.” no, this feels like her parents all over. leaving her, deserting her. that’s how i read it, tbh.

and kylo does some reprehensible shit in the latter quarter of the movie, lol, like i won’t woobify him, since i like my antiheroes to be antiheroes. but he's not quite villain level? if u look at snoke, if u take that cool, collected snarky asshole - that’s a villain. he knows who he is, and what he wants. kylo is hopelessly confused and always looking for validation. he tells rey that she’s the one always looking for father figures - but oh, benny ben. it’s actually you. he wants someone to really see him, and that’s why he’s drawn to rey. but just to clarify: he doesn’t have it in him to kill his mother. he has an open, unambiguous chance and he stops. he is willing to destroy her when she stands behind walls and is shielded by the resistance. yet when she’s in the open, no. that was my read on it.

his fight with luke is...very much one-sided. luke appears as a force-hologram to fight him and kylo just wants to obliterate him for very, very personal reasons. kylo is not the cool, collected new emperor who is going to “kill the past”. he lives so much in the past that he doesn’t even realize luke isn’t even there.

and btw, kylo doesn’t kill luke, though he wishes he had. early on we get this foreshadowing. when the first force-bond happens between him and rey, he goes “no, you’re not doing this. the effort would kill you.” meaning that, to transport yourself through space via force (without a bond) takes a looooot of energy. luke goes on a suicide mission, basically. he knows using the force like this will kill him. he’s almost having fun toying with kylo at the end.

when kylo realizes he’s a force-hologram, luke smiles and says “see you around, kid.” not exactly anakin vs obi-wan, if u know what i mean.

and then back on the island, we see luke peacefully give himself over to the force and vanish. it’s v tranquil and quite satisfying and the original star wars theme is used so well, imo. do i think we could’ve had more of luke? sure. but he went out on his own terms. that’s the whole point - kylo didn’t kill him. he killed himself.

again, i want to emphasize that kylo is still very much an antihero, dipping his toe into villainy (and failing - which makes him more angry, which only makes it harder to be the villain he wants to be haha). he’s not a Good Guy. many posts will crop up in the tag about what a poor, lost soul he is. yes and no. rey actually understands him when she closes the falcon door on him. she knows him and appreciates him. he will never really be ben solo and that’s a good thing. trying to be ben solo so hard is what got him in this mess. he isn’t supposed to be a Good Guy. so no, i don’t want him to “turn” (see my thoughts on “turning” below). i want him to truly move beyond the past and reform himself on his own terms, just like luke. because hey fam, luke isn’t a Good Guy in this movie either AND THAT’S GREAT. anyway, i certainly won’t be romanticizing him (kylo). he’s a compelling antihero who definitely has baggage and trauma (luke did try to kill him as a boy, though he has a wildly dramatized version of the event lol) but he is also someone who has to help himself. ultimately, rey’s goal isn’t to “save” him but to push him to save himself. honestly, if kylo had followed her and “turned” and reluctantly joined the resistance, it would’ve been a total let down and a betrayal of his character. him “turning” wouldn’t help him. he’d still have that darkness and that anger inside of him, multiplied. boy needs therapy - aka working through his issues, not ignoring them and joining the Good Side.

Other things I liked:

- admiral holdo’s arc - beautiful, well-done and surprising. laura dern kills it.

- benicio del toro!!!!! no small parts with this man. he is delightful. imagine rick from “rick and morty” but way hotter lol. he was probably my favorite addition, after rose. he’s the middle-ground guy, he’s more han solo than fucking han solo. he doesn’t believe in good guys vs bad guys and he shows both finn and the audience that the two sides err because they believe their path is the only path. he perfectly encapsulates the very real contradictions in modern-day ethics and how our “pure and wholesome” activism often shields us from some terrible truths. he does have a semblance of a heart underneath his cynicism but i love that in the end he doesn’t suddenly discover the power of friendship with finn and rose. he’s a jaded asshole with shades of good, who’s probably seen some rough shit. BUT, he has this super cute moment with rose before things go to shit regarding her necklace and it’s !!!!!! it shows how much he understands human nature. i kinda ship them. aaaanyway. i definitely think he will return, his arc is not done.

- ROSE TICO SMILING AND BEING HAPPY. ROSE TICO RIDING THAT KANGAROO CREATURE AND ENJOYING LIFE. i treasured those scenes a lot. she’s a great combo of feisty and childlike, tough and innocent. gosh, she reminds me of bonnie bennett so much ;___;

- general hux. yall, it’s true. it’s all true. hux may have won me over. hux in TFA was just a lite over-the-top villain imo. but here??? he’s such a fun, dynamic character, rian gave him a lot of fun, humorous moments. and honest to god, he’s also given some humanity. when kylo takes over, he is genuinely affected and disturbed by his level of aggression. and he’s....idk, much less evil in this one. probably because of the humor. he just seems like a man dead-set on fulfilling his mission, brainwashed to the core. and underneath the brainwashing, he seems to be your average overwhelmed white dude. i don’t think he’ll be redeemed or anything but...it’s weird how at the end of TLJ he is probably the MOST reasonable dude from the first order???

- there’s this great little message about failure. i think here TLJ was inspired by Rogue One. because a lot of the characters in this movie learn to let go and accept defeat. you can’t always save everyone, you can’t always fight back. sometimes, the brave thing is to retreat and treasure the ppl you love. so i def liked that.

- GODDAMN GHOST YODA. i honestly thought i’d hate it because...gimmick, amirite? but that scene with luke was SO emotional and also funny and visceral and just - i was a bit teary-eyed, ME, THE GRINCH. i was suddenly nine again, watching star wars for the first time. ANYWAY.

- luke skywalker deserves a separate entry. mark hamill did so much with this character in the last few scenes. also some of the stuff he says about the force in this movie is legit beautiful and i love how he criticizes the vanity of the jedi - because this was what was missing from the prequels. anakin fell because the council was tone-deaf. the jedi are often responsible for their own doom and so they must always be vigilant - which is a goddamn thankless job. i love that luke acknowledges this.

-luke/leia moment. GAAAAH. HE KISSES HER FOREHEAD GOODBYE AND SHE KNOWS HE’S NOT COMING BACK FROM THIS. I DIED.

- in that order of business, leia finally FIIIINALLY gets to show off a bit and use the force in a pro-active manner. it’s also clear to me that episode 9 would’ve been the story of her and “ben” and i think she would have been the catalyst for his eventual development. but sadly, we’ll never see that ;____;

-there is some gorgeous cinematography and visual direction in this movie. particularly in the third act, on that salt planet? the red trails? shivers.

-i didn’t hate any of the new creatures like i thought i would??? probably because they were used sparingly and with a sense of humor.

Stuff i kind of didn’t like:

- phasma. phasma, phasma, phasma. WHAT was that??? like tell me that wasn’t anticlimactic as hell. she was, sadly, a pointless character. unless she somehow survived the fire and destruction, which i doubt, i really don’t see the point of casting wonderful gwendolyn christie just to stand there in armor.

- MAZ KANATA. is barely in this. i call bullshit.

-sigh, okay so i loved rose to death, but her arc revolved way too much around finn. on the one hand i get it, on the other hand.... i was hyped because ppl were saying she gets this big moment to shine. and granted, imo, she shines every moment she’s on screen. but i think her climactic scene was... *fart noises*. it’s completely centered around finn. she saves him basically, and it’s definitely heartfelt and lovely but also...it’s finn’s moment 100%. because it’s him who has to learn about his own worth. i do think they make a good team and i ship them a little bit, but the one-sided kiss was not satisfying and i’m tired of having to watch my darling woc give their love and devotion freely, only to be tertiary characters in their own story. like, imo, it should’ve been rose who flew straight into that cannon and tried to take it down for her sister. she should’ve been the one determined to take it down. and it should’ve been finn to save her and tell her they must find meaning in other things. finn definitely cares for her and in the last scene we have of him, he’s tending over rose and waiting for her to wake up BUT. will rose ever be number one for anyone, like the white girls, i wonder? eh, i’m probably just grumpy old aunt. she does get to have an internal world, she’s a believable human being, she matters. the thing is, white girls in these movies can bend their little finger and they’re considered worthy and complex. rose has to jump through hoops to be seen the same way. anyway.

- i liked poe dameron’s arc, which is “hey, maybe i should stop posturing and listen to women more lol” which is “learn when to retreat and stand down” but...honestly, you hire gorgeous oscar isaac who can give you real emotional weight and you just...kinda under-utilize him. yes, he did a lot of stuff, but he...didn’t take time to internalize it. this dude feels like he’s got a lot of demons and conflicting desires and a rich inner life, yet we only skim the surface of that. like, he’s aways in go-mode, we rarely get a quiet moment with him. like pls fix this, episode 9.

-luke’s reaction to han’s death is pfffffffffffff. maybe we’ll get more in a deleted scene?

- also....can we stop pussyfooting and legit talk about han as a dad? because they keep hinting he wasn’t a good one, nor a very good husband to leia. but...it’s very unsatisfying to keep hearing about it without good storytelling to back it up.

- the world-building & the origins of the first order. i had problems with this in TFA and, big surprise, i still have problems with it here. basically, why has the first order taken over the new republic? how did they gain support? were there remnants of the old empire that survived and thrived as the first order? what about the knights of ren? luke mentions kylo took some students with him when he destroyed the jedi temple, so....what about those guys? like, this very fraught and war-torn landscape doesn’t have a solid history. how did A become B? why is every corner of the galaxy oppressed? why are some planets thriving more? are they all arm-dealers??? i find that hard to believe. yeah, we have the expanded universe for that, we have books and comics etc. but i need these movies to give us a sense of their own universe. i’m...still not convinced.

-lolol, snoke dies like a bitch. and it’s so anticlimactic and duuuumb. dude, a five-year old coulda seen that coming but your ancient super powerful ass couldn’t? laaaame. he’s like “oh, yes, i sense no more conflict in you, kylo ren. just a deep certainty”. YES FOOL, because he’s decided to remove u, because he’s confident he wants rey, and not you, by his side. it was soooo lame. but i guess we had to remove him to make the audience think kylo was turning good for a second there.

-which reminds me... and you probably saw this coming, i hate the idea of “turning”. rey keeps talking about ben turning to the light. and this verb annoys me to no end. it’s made clear that they both already have a lot of light and darkness in each other. it’s about finding balance. where’s my grey jedi??? episode 9 pls????

Extra Reylo stuff i didn’t see mentioned which i adored:

- during their first force-bond moment when they sense each other, kylo ren runs out of the medical unit and into the corridor like a goddamn luckless teenager, expecting to see rey pop up in a prom dress. it’s precious. i love awkward!kylo. also rey tries to shoot him bc she thinks he’s actually there and kylo bends down, thinking he was shot. it’s a rly cool moment. and it doesn’t feel malicious like, he doesn’t expect anything less from her.

- there’s so much charged electricity between them and it’s not all sexual. it’s kinda mystical and i dig it. i’m weirdly reminded of xavier and magneto??? as in two enemies who have such a rich history and whose bond transcends human morality.

-OKAY. i saw no one talking about this but THAT GODDAMN SNOW WHITE SCENE. so rey decides she’s going to turn kylo to the light because that’s their one hope of defeating the first order etc. luke tries to stop her, but she’s like i’m going after my man. okay. she gets on the falcon, then she puts herself in this casket-like pod and AND. we get this lovely, breath-taking sequence of her arriving at the first order base, slipping gently into the hangar in her casket. and she’s def nervous. AND THEN. she looks up through the glass and there’s steam at first and through the steam we see kylo’s face, looking down at her wistfully. IT’S SO WEIRDLY FAIRY-TALE WTF. and then ofc the guards come in to shackle her. BUT JESUS. the prince looking into the casket to find snow-white WHAT ARE THESE AESTHETICS. it felt like a nod to the infamous scene in TFA where he carries her bridal style. it’s very fairy-tale-esque.

- i love that in the scene with the multiple reys, when she reaches through the mirror to see her parents, the shadowy figure who appears and touches her hand seems at first to be kylo and then she realizes it’s herself. i also love that she talks to kylo about that experience. GAH.

- i just rly loved that there was so much humanity in their interactions.

Reylo stuff which sort of bothered me/left me wanting more:

- like excuse u rian, during the praetorian guards fight, i needed more moments where kylo looks at rey and is worried for her sake. i needed that fight to be a bit more visceral and about the two of them and their survival. they do fight together and it’s great but then...they’re sort of separated and carry their own small battles (i did love how rey saved him with that lightsaber throw)

- the whole “you come from nothing, you are nothing.” yea yeah, he’s a dummy who doesnt know how to express his feelings, he’s mr. darcy x 1000 of faux pas. but i still think adam driver’s acting went a little much there. the way he delivered that line was a bit off for me. ofc, he follows it with “but not to me”, because he’s basically proposing to her, but i needed a bit more, an extra line from him confirming her importance. or maybe no extra line, but a bit more feeling. did i mention i love wrecked!kylo? the “please” killed me haha.

Final thoughts:

- enjoyed it more than i expected to, and it does operate with way more nuance than TFA but it stiiiill fell short with some characters. it didn’t have the weight of rogue one for me, but it’s more lighthearted and entertaining, which i appreciate, cuz it reminded me of my childhood. and ultimately, whether we like it or not, disney does operate on nostalgia. all in all, it’s a worthy star wars movie, 8/10. rian deserves an A-. (he also wrote this thing and whoaaa...i wonder how much more ambiguous and dark this movie woulda been if he’d been given full non-disney freedom)

#tlj #tlj spoilers #reylo #i also talk about other characters and plots but i'm a reylo person so ppl are gonna probably be annoyed if i tag the characters sigh #tlj review #my thoughts

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cerealmonster15 · 7 years

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ddadds kids....

i like thinking about them as one big extended cul-de-sac family... [headcanons and stuff!]

imagine all the families spending the holidays together! i’m sure some celebrate things that the rest dont but theyd probs have one big generic get together during The Holiday Season

all of the kids are crammed together on one big “kid’s table” even tho like half of them are teenagers and there are more offspring than parents

someone always ends up starting a food fight,, usually ernest and lucien, or the twins [either pair. both pairs?? christie and christian vs hazel and briar??]

this was referenced in game once so amanda probs ends up babysitting a lot when she’s home from college for breaks+ during that short time shes still around before she leaves! she’d be a cool fun babysitter, but tough enough to keep some of the more rambunctious kids in check ;p

[ernest voice] dad i dont NEED a babysitter!!! [hugo voice] son i want to know that i can be away for the weekend and come home to a house that isn’t on fire

ernest is probs really snarky to amanda when she babysits like “youre not the boss of me” and going out of his way to cause trouble, but amanda is Cool and probs gives him a run for his money with snark and idk shenanigans ensue and he probs secretly admires her and thinks she’s awesome but would rather die than let anyone ever find out

lucien looks like he might be fairly close to amanda’s age? they probs dont have all that much in common, but damien’s date revealed that lucien listens to mcr, and amanda made her dad listen to black parade, so I bet they could bond over some music tastes here and there

LET LUCIEN GIVE AMANDA A COOL GOTH MAKEOVER

amanda: pleeeeeaaaaassseeeeeee ;D??? lucien: no way. the goth lifestyle isnt for posers i think with enough pestering she’d get him to cave. he’d take great time and care while painting her nails to make sure he does it Right

amanda probs comments on how careful and skilled he does it like “wow you really take this stuff seriously” “uh obviously??”

once he finishes, amanda takes a pic, and then all the other neighbors see her and are bothering lucien to make them look cool too. he pretends to hate it but actually has a lot of fun and is secretly really happy that they think he’s good at what he does

amanda convinces lucien to do like, cool goth makeup videos and put them on youtube/instagram. she helps him with filming and doing photography of final looks and together they get a lot of followers. sometimes she’ll guest star in his videos if he needs a face model other than his own

amanda’s kinda freaked out by christie and christian at first but over time gets used to and sees past their “creepy twin shtick” and, much like her dad [in the joseph brownie date] learns to use it to mess with them and possibly other people

at first chris probably doesnt talk to amanda a lot and keeps to himself when she’s over, but maybe over time she’d adapt to him and learn a few things hes interested in and express gentle interest in those things to kind of help him open up to her more

chris gets quietly attached to her like shes an older sister

everyone in the cul de sac does. they love amanda

AND EACH OTHER

i want daisy to be involved with the carmensita and amanda girl band thing mentioned briefly during one of mat’s dates. that’d be adorable

you know what else would be adorable? allllll the cul de sac kids coming to briar and hazel’s softball games to support them.

the kids going to each others’ anything to support them!! when theyre in clubs and activities that put on shows or performances or other sports games, as many of the neighbors that can make it are there

when they get older, they try to be more and more obnoxious to embarrass their neighbors in front of everyone, like making huge support signs and banners with glitter with a stupid yet supportive pun that one of their dads helped come up with, or printing their neighbor’s face on a tshirt or a giant cutout on a popsicle stick, shouting as loud as possible

they def went to amanda’s actual graduation and PROBABLY ALL CRIED

a lot of this has amanda centric bc i Love Her, but also,,

maybe hugo and craig start going to wrestling matches together [+dadsona] so ernest sees a lot of the cahn kids. if amanda’s in town, she’s with them and in charge. if not, ernest is technically in charge, but secretly [not so secretly probably] the dads are counting on briar and hazel [briar, mostly] to keep things from falling to disaster for the few hours theyre out

they all like to take turns riding on the Giant Dog that ernest got in damien’s route [duchess something i think?] [a good component that should be canon in all universes]

“lets put river on him” “no she’ll fall off” “wheres the duct tape” “n o”

if enough disaster happens leaving these kids alone together, they probably get dropped off at another dad’s house to be looked after for a while. joseph volunteers to look after them but since he and mary are already looking after 4 and KEEP LOSING CRISH, they tend to try and ask literally anyone else

[not that theyre bad parents lmao but it’d be easier for all the other parents that just have One Kid]

i bet christian and christie love robert’s wild spooky stories. he probably makes up so much bullshit to fuck with any kid that’s listening

they’d carpool if they could fit enough kids in one car. it’s probably a 2-3 car carpool depending on who’s driving what size car and who needs to go where at what time

there are probably so many inside jokes[CUL DE SAC MEMES......] that are born at every cul de sac gathering.

when amanda’s home from college, all the kids wanna be the first to tell her all about the SHENANIGANS she’s missed out on

river and crish are bffs once theyre old enough for human interaction. they Have To Be.

pranking each other in the school hallways plz, or just all around chaos. god help the teachers that somehow end up with 2+ of the cul de sac kids in the same class

ernest definitely sends his dog to poop on damien’s lawn outside lucien’s bedroom window / probably does the flaming bag of dog poop ding dong ditch when he knows lucien’s home alone and will be the one to answer the door

christie and chris like when briar and hazel pretend to be each other, so they get their hands on a pair of scissors and chris gives christie a terrible haircut. possibly briar and hazel try and help with the scheme and things just get Worse and joseph has to take his daughter to a Professional [or maybe one of the dads is really good with hair/has had their child do the same thing and is good with fixing a bad haircut ;p]

carmensita goes through a goth phase after she goes over to lucien’s to be babysat one day. mat does not know how to Deal bc this isnt the type of music hes used to playing but he loves and supports his daughter regardless and likes to hear her singing all kinds of music to broaden her horizons and strengthen her talent

G R O U P T E X T between all the kids old enough to have phones

there are lots of memes. lots. of memes.

they take candid shitty photos of each other all the time and send them in the chat, and particularly amusing ones end up reused as reaction photos

lucien: [sends photo of ernest having just spilled cereal on himself with duchess in the background making off with a piece of pizza] ernest: fuck u carmensita: mood daisy: why are you having pizza and cereal for breakfast? ernest: dont tell me how to live my life amanda: lol tag urself i’m duchess

this is just something i like to do w/ my friends but they’d probs also stealthily take pictures of each other when theyre out and about and send them to each other in secret like amanda’s out with her dad at the grocery store and spots lucien and damien in the dairy isle and is like FUCK,, she hides behind a stand of donuts or w/e and takes a pic of them and sends it to lucien w/ no context or like “lol hey”

it becomes a war of sending pics of each other to each other/the group without getting caught. lucien and ernest probably act like they think it’s stupid but get so competitive about it

they all keep score and it probably also would extend to taking stealthy pics of cul de sac dads too Just Because

the dads find out about the competition somehow and like,,, secretly are so into who’s winning. especially brian and dadsona. sometimes they’ll try and serve as a distraction for their child to get a sneaky pic so they can win, but usually the kids prefer the solo missions

val comes and visits sometimes with cool stories. sometimes she brings her girlfriend, and amanda especially looks up to them like two cool older sisters [i dont remember if it was jacket pins or photography that val said her gf is into, but whatever it is i’m sure amanda would geek out about it with her]

christie and christian eventually grow out of their “creepy twin” thing but still have a more unique brand of humor/personality. the cul de sac kids are used to them by then, and will THROW DOWN with anyone that bullies them/ calls them freaks or anything like that, or anyone that picks on chis [and eventually crish] by association or for any other reason

THESE KIDS MAY ARGUE AND FIGHT AND STUFF SOMETIMES BUT THEY’LL STICK UP FOR EACH OTHER IF ANYONE OUTSIDE THE CUL DE SAC TRIES TO START SOMETHING W/ ONE OF THEIR OWN

i could go on forever making up headcanons or scenarios for these kids bc i love them and constantly crave more content about them but imma stop here bc it’s been over an hour and this is Long but anyway plz talk to me about these kids + the cul de sac as a whole. share ur headcanons,,,,, i l o v e the m ,,

#ddadds #headcanons #long post #VERY LONG MY B #dream daddy #I GOT REALLY INTO IT #but now i gotta clean my room a bit hurgk blegh

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