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ellieverkuasidees · 4 months

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Food For Thought!

T141 x Southern!reader

+ Simon "Ghost" Riley x Southern!reader

Tags: fem!reader! plantonic with the rest of the crew but you and Simon have a little something something yk?, canon typcial crusing, fluff, the boys just being silly, american and british bickering

a/n: so remember that little brain fart I had? so this is what happens when your bored with nothing to do <<33 I know that this won't do many southerns justice, we're all different from different cities to towns but I just wanted to share this with yall :)) also please tell me where yall from! I really want to know! Enjoy!

"What the hell is this (reader).." Price mumbled under his breath. He cranked his neck back as he looked at you with disgust. You rolled your eyes as you set the plate of fried chicken, string beans, and a nice, thick, creamy and chewy mac-n-cheese. "Okay, I'll go get the sweet tea. Do not and I mean do not touch anything!" You warned, leaving the dineing room to the kitchen. Soap came in as Ghost followed. "Aye. The hell is that?" Soap asked, sniffing the air to the unfamillar smell.

Price hunched his shoulder, and turned to the kitchen as you digged into the fridge trying to find the homemade sweet tea you made this morning. "I don't know, she made this mess. It looks greasy." He huffed. "I heard that! You haven't taste it yet!" You came back with a huge jug of sweet tea, the men looking at you with bewilderment. Gaz, running late had came into the dining room, his cheeky smile fading once the scent of southern food hit his nose.

"What's that?" He looked over to the abunces of food. He smiled as he turned to you and helped you with the jug of tea. "Thank you Gaz, anyways. I know you brits-"

"I'm not British." Soap shouted with offense. You all looked at him and then turning the attention back to you. "Anyways! This here? This here is the shit. Your taste buds will never feel the same after you eat these homemade classics of the south!" You squeaked. The men looked over at thefoood, the grease and butter glowing in the light. The men sruvnhed their noses as they groaned in disgusted.

Your feelings where slightly hurt, but as a proud (southern state) native, you must bring them the food from the home of the free. Eitehr way, any food you cook could explode their brains. "Think we should try it L.T?" Soap asked looking up at him. Simon had a bit of a soft spot for you. He loved your american accent, the way you had some much pride and respectful for yourself. He thought it was attractive. Might I say sexy? He was head over heels fpr you and wanted you to like him as much as possible. And if that means to eat your seemingly gross and fatty american food, then so be it.

"Wouldn't hurt to try." He simply said. "Really? Don't wanna be fat like them americans!" Soap joked. You reached over and punched his shoulder as he laughed. "Oh please! Half the people in this country needs a nice oral cleansing..”

Soap rolled his eyes and ignored your jab at him and moved on. “I think we should try it. Don’t seem so bad.” Ghost mumbled as he sat down next to you, his arm resting on your chair. “Really?” Gaz sighed.

“Yeah. Don’t seem so bad. Just Mac-n-Cheese.” He huffed at Gaz with a slight scorn to his tone. “Whateva you say I guess..” Soap sighed as he sat himself down at the food. “I want to try the tea first.” Simon said as he pointed to the tea jug. “Sure!” You stood up and pour each and everyone of you a cup of homemade natural born tea.

“Alright! Drink up!” You cheered. Price, oddity sniffed it and pushed the drink away. “No.” Ghost lifted his mask up, and took a sip before hacking and lammend the glass on the table. “AUGH! AUHN! WHAT THE FUCK?!” He screamed as you laughed at his intolerance to the sweetness of the tea.

Gaz just smacked his lips and pushed the cup away from him as well. “Too sweet, urgh!” He groaned as he smacked his lips and slapped his tongue to the roof of his mouth. Meanwhile Soap was still taking sip after sip of his drink, almost gone at this point. “Seems like you liked it Soap!” You giggled.

“I just like sweet stuff alright?” He chuffed as he sucked the life out of the cup. “I win!” Soap scoffed as he snatched Price’s cup of tea from him. Price didn’t seem to mind anyways. “You’re not gonna try Cap’?” He shook his head no, “I need to watch my blood sugar nowadays.” You chuckled at his words. Such an old man thing to say. Or someone who has diabetes. Either way it’s kinda funny. Not really.

“Okay try the Mac-n-Cheese now!!”

(Should I add onto this?)

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gemini-sensei · 1 month

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I hope I'm not being a burden but I'm very curious about Gremlin!Reader x Cobra!Hawk?? I wanna know more about them

Also don't forget to drink water, eat and rest!

-🦡🐾

Omg I'll deliver bc I love them so much 💗 and thank you so much 💗

Gremlin!Reader x Cobra!Hawk Headcanons

CW: Canon level violence,

🪨 They should be sworn enemies because of the karate war but Gremlin!Reader could care less. She doesn't have time to be mad at someone or watch her back all the time. So unless the Cobras start something directly with her, she's unbothered. And they do try.

🪨 Hawk and the Cobras learn not to mess with her pretty early on. They try to corner her and mess with her, shove her around a bit, but she's so unbothered by them that it isn't fun. So Hawk scoffs and says they're gonna go bother Demetri - which is really where he messes up. That's Reader's friend. And while Reader doesn't know karate, she knows menacing. She jumps on one of the Cobra's backs and starts hitting him. She's latched on too, so she isn't easy to pry off. And the whole time she's yelling about leaving her friends alone. In total, she elbows three guys in the face, bites someone, and kicks Assface in his McNuggets.

It's Hawk who finally gets both her arms locked behind her with his own, not that she calms down. He says, "Jesus Christ, what the Hell is wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with you, huh?" she asks back.

🪨 That was the day he swore to hate her, but deep down he couldn't. Something about her has him watching her more out of pure interest than hate. Whenever he ses her, he tells himself to be on high alert, but his heart just flutters. He denies it to himself all the time that maybe he doesn't hate her, but he calls it hate. It's a one-sided enemies to lovers deal that isn't even legit.

🪨 Gremlin!Reader and Moon are best friends, so whenever Hawk sees them together, they're usually talking about nature walks and environmental protests (that's Moon is apprehensive to take Reader to because she's a menace all around). Hawk rolls his eyes and scoffs, but can't help but think Reader is kind of cute for wanting to do all that. Then scoffs at himself for being even a little bit interested in her interests.

🪨 she fidgets with a rock everyday. At school it's in her hand more than in her mouth because the teachers take it from her when she chews on it. She's pissed she can't have rocks at school after the school fight because they're "dangerous" and a "hazard." She hates it and chews on the strings of her hoodie instead, but it just isn't the same. Chaotically blames Hawk for it just to get on his nerves.

🪨 when Moon, Sam, and Yasmine go on their mission to makeover Reader, they take her shopping and manage to get her out of her hoodie. The next time Hawk sees her after this little makeover, he's shocked to see her curvaceous figure and fumbles over his words when he talks to her. How had he not known she had such a hot bod under that big ass hoodie?

🪨 they get partnered up as lab partners and he is almost scared for his life. She'll just mix anything together to see what happens and being the smart guy he pretends not to be, he knows he's saving the school some damages and possible lawsuits. She laughs as he frets over whatever lab they're doing and he tells her she's in charge of writing everything down and he'll perform the lab. After getting a taste of her brand of chaos, he wonders how the Miguel and the Miyagi-Dos are still alive.

🪨 when she tells her friends how she's lab partners with Hawk, they become worried because he's such a bad guy. Miguel and Sam don't want her to get hurt. Meanwhile, Moon is like "I know he's a jerk, but please be nice" because she knows her BFF.

If yall want more of this, lmk. I have a few ideas for this.

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justiceforfoxface · 5 months

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i agree we need more sfw coriolanus fics

can i request a fic where corio and reader are acquaintances in university, until they slowly but surely become closer and closer

i just want to read your depiction of coriolanus and what he’d be like in uni 😍

ok a) amazing idea b) i did not know what format to put this in so it sounds weird to me but i hope it sounds okay to yall c) enjoy :)

*I DON’T HAVE A CREATIVE TITLE FOR THIS*

Coriolanus Snow x Reader

Warnings: none. no use of y/n. this is sfw because were severely lacking in coryo fluff.

tried to keep coryo mostly canon here but i hope you like it :)

……..

Coriolanus Snow.

Everyone knew of him.

No one knew about him-or, that is to say, what he was really like. Just that he studied under Dr. Gaul herself and didn’t have any friends.

You had worked together once before, and you walked the same route to school. Every day, you would acknowledge each other, with just a nod, and that would be it.

It probably seemed like just another thing to cross off on his daily to-do list to him, but to you, it was genuinely nice. You didn’t have many friends either, so even though he was acknowledging you out of pure manners and no actual friendliness, it made you feel a little happier.

One day, you got to University for breakfast like you did any time they served it. It didn’t taste good, but it was edible and filling, which was all that mattered to most students of the University when they had to get up early and clean themselves up to attend school.

You got yourself some food and then sat at a table, prepared to people-watch like you always did. Not in a creepy, stalkerish way. Just in a way that, if you had a camera and a permit, would be completely normal.

And your first people-watching subject, like it was most of the time, was none other than Coriolanus Snow himself.

He ate alone at the opposite corner of the room, his eyes never leaving his meal. He was the only student that didn’t have some sort of constant gossip about them, and yet he interested you the most because of that very reason.

And then, his piercing blue eyes looked up and went directly to you, catching you in the act of staring at him and startling you. When he looked at you, you tensed up. You weren’t quite sure what you were bracing yourself for, but it couldn’t be good.

Instead, he just looked back down at his meal and continued to eat as if nothing had ever happened.

Strange.

Your eyes traveled over the crowd of University students to move on to watching Lysistrata Vickers.

………

You get your breakfast the next day at the University like any other day, only to find Coriolanus Snow sitting at your table, directly across from where you normally would sit.

You consider walking over to his normal table and sitting there, but your curiosity overcomes you and you sit across from him. You eat in silence for a minute or two before he speaks.

“You were watching me yesterday.”

There was no point in denying it. “I was.”

“Why?”

There was no point in lying, either, not really. “Because I was interested. As to why you don’t have any friends, and why you sit alone every day.”

Coriolanus goes silent, and you begin to wonder if you’ve said something wrong. But then, he stabs at his meal with his fork and says, “I’m sitting here right now, aren’t I?”

You don’t know how to respond to that, and you doubt he’d take kindly to you saying, “That doesn’t count,” so instead, you stay quiet.

And it’s the best breakfast you’ve had since you began university.

…..

This becomes part of your daily routine as well. You and Coriolanus walked to school together, and sat and ate breakfast together in silence. No one else noticed the change, or they just didn’t ask about it. Sometimes, you would greet Coriolanus, or ask how his day was going, but you wouldn’t get long responses. He didn’t seem one for small talk.

You were one for small talk, but you could respect that he wasn’t.

He spoke to you sometimes in class, as he did to other students. If he disagreed with anyone-or agreed-everyone would know it.

One day, after class, your things fall on the floor, and as you pick them up, Lysistrata approaches you, hands your book to you, and says, “I don’t know what you did, but it’s working.”

“What?” you say, very confused.

“Coriolanus.” Lysistrata explains. “Haven’t you noticed? He eats with you. He actually talks to you, and it’s not just to call you a failure. I think he likes you.”

“That doesn’t mean he likes me, it means he tolerates me.”

Lysistrata raises her eyebrow. “With Coriolanus, tolerating you is just him expressing his love for you. Trust me.” Her voice changes slightly. “I’ve seen it.”

You weren’t a mentor, but you remember once hearing that Coriolanus had some sort of something with his tribute last year. Lucy Gray Baird. From Twelve.

You decided to ignore Lysistrata and ask Coriolanus about it the next day. She was joking, right? Or perhaps she was serious and just very wrong. Coriolanus didn’t love you.

Although, if he did-you wouldn’t turn him down.

……

The next morning, you build up your confidence on the walk to the University. The silence seems more awkward than peaceful.

When you get to breakfast and sit down comfortably, you slowly begin with, “You know, yesterday, Lysistrata was talking to me.”

“Hmm?” Coriolanus said. He was uninterested, which was clear as he took a bite of his food and largely ignored what you were saying.

You pressed on. “She said something…strange. About..you.”

That got his attention. His eyes went straight to yours, and you felt heat rise in your cheeks.

Why couldn’t his eyes be brown or something?

“What’d she say?” he said, wiping his mouth with a napkin and putting his fork down.

“She said…” You started losing all your confidence as his eyes read your soul. “She said she thought that you, um, loved me.”

There was no reaction on his face. “What did you say to her?”

“I said I thought she was lying.”

You cleared your throat, already drying up from nerves. “Was she?”

“What do you think?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

You became slightly irritated, even though you knew it was never good to be irritated at Coriolanus Snow. “I just said I thought she was lying, was she?”

A small smirk curved up the edge of his lips as he put another forkful of food to his mouth. “Yes.”

Your smile was pasted on your face on the outside, but on the inside, your face fell. You really thought you had something. That maybe you could’ve gotten the elusive Coriolanus Snow to show emotions. But maybe it was just a stupid idea.

“Right.” You whispered this, trying not to let your voice crack.

Why am I crying? Don’t cry. It’s a little thing. Don’t let it get to you.

You felt a surprisingly warm hand on your face, and you saw Coriolanus gently wiping a tear off of your cheek.

“Don’t cry,” he said with a surprising gentleness.

“Sorry,” you said, nodding and yet trying not to shake his hand off of your face. It was a nice, warm touch. “It’s a-it’s a stupid thing to cry about, I know.”

“Love’s not stupid.” Coriolanus said it almost angrily, and yet the anger was not directed at you. “Trust me, it’s not. It’s not stupid, but it does make you do…stupid things.”

“Like what?”

“Like…” You were praying that the next words he said were, Like saying you don’t love someone when you really do, but instead he just said, “…lots of things.”

…

Your daily routine stayed mostly the same. Except you talked during breakfast. About what? Everything. Some days, political conversations that bored you to death and made the spark in his eyes light up more than anything. And some days, conversations about the most random things that made both of you laugh.

Coriolanus’s laugh was what made you understand why people found rare things so precious. It was hard to get him to laugh, but you tried as much as you could every day, and relished in the little burst of happiness you got every time his small smile expanded and his eyes lit up.

You began to think he had maybe been lying about not loving you-but you tried not to think about it often, just in case you jinxed it.

But…he wouldn’t move away if your elbows or knees brushed against each other. With each passing day, he seemed more interested in what you had to say.

And sometimes, when you walked to school together, your hands would brush, and he’d wrap his hand around yours, your hand disappearing in his, your fingers intertwined.

He’d always let go when you got close to the university, leaving your hand warm.

But you hoped one day he would walk up the stairs still holding your hand, or maybe even all the way to breakfast, and he’d sit next to you instead of across from you.

It would happen someday, you hoped. But you knew Coriolanus wasn’t going to do that for just anybody. And even though you hoped you were more than just anybody to him, you were willing to be patient.

Word Count: 1,494

#this is my first fanfic using you/yours lol #also my first Coriolanus fic so yay #It was fun i hope to make more #Feel like I totally rushed the ending though #Anyways 👍🏼#Coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow #The hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #bosas #tbosas #I actually intended to have them kiss at the end or something but nope

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sinclairstarz · 2 months

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for the cinephile byler truthers. i made the party’s modern au letterboxd accounts

in my head mike wheeler is the film bro cinephile of the party. hes a big brad pitt fan and fincher is his favorite director if you even care.. dirty dancing would be in his top 4 if he was honest. he went to see dune cause hes a scifi nerd, ended up hating it so much and complained about it to will but still gave it 2 stars cause it was pretty. did leave a very mean review. very critical rater but mostly leaves high ratings because he just doesn’t watch things he doesnt wanna see.

alternative movies i considered putting: pulp fiction (5 stars), the killer (1 star), se7en (5 stars), across the spiderverse (5 stars), nope (5 stars) , the batman 2022 (4 stars), once upon a time in hollywood (5 stars), inglorious basterds (5 stars), the matrix (half a star)

the thing is so good and he has a poster of it on his wall in canon so it felt right. it just feels wrong not to do ghostbusters (plus its one of my favorite movies…) and yall need to hear me out on brokeback 😭😭😭 ur telling me he wouldnt bawl his eyes out??? ur wrong. will byers is a jake gyllenhaal lover. he watches dirty dancing a lot for mike, and loves ghibli movies a lot. he cried during rain man. honest rater but doesnt take it too seriously, mostly 4/5 star ratings

alternatives: saltburn (half a star), asteroid city (5 stars), blackkklansman (5 stars), the force awakens (3.5 stars), the perks of being a wallflower (4.5 stars), back to the future (5 stars)

rogue one because lucas has taste. its the best star wars movie, if u care. he would love how fun and goofy ghostbusters 2 is. in my head Wes Anderson is like the party’s claimed director and they all watch his movies together and do marathons because the weirdness, comedy, and emotional commentary is a perfect mix for them. so. bottle rocket. lucas’ favorite wes anderson is the grand budapest hotel if u wanted to know. he rates things pretty highly and isn’t super critical.

alternatives: dodgeball (5 stars), scream 5 (4 stars), the matrix (3 stars), good will hunting (5 stars), jurassic park (5 stars), die hard (5 stars),

likes making lucas watch gone girl on valentines day and telling him shes gonna do that to him next time he annoys her. v for vendetta is her favorite romance movie and shes a big marvel fan (in a cool way. kind of .) but thor ragnarok is probably one of her fav marvels, along with spiderman far from home and iron man. i just know she watches Casino Royale and decided she hated James Bond and then ended up watching all the Daniel Craig Bonds with Mike and loved Skyfall so much. the song is on her playlist and she did cry after No Time To Die.

Alternatives: Superbad (5 stars), baby driver (5 stars), bottoms (5 stars), 10 things i hate about you (3.5 stars), scream (5 stars), kill bill (5 stars), lord of the rings: the return of the king (1.5 stars)

also a bit of a film nerd. i considered giving him a star wars and i know in my heart he’d probably have empire somewhere in his top 4. but star wars is lame and i wanted to give him se7en so he fucking gets se7en. he knows john wick is objectively dumb but he doesnt care hes just here for a good time. the party probably watched saltburn together and all fucking hated it. I just know hes a kurosawa nerd and always goes when the local theatres do very rare special showings of his movies.

alternatives: baby driver (4 stars), the ewok adventure (5 stars) hot fuzz (5 stars) harry potter and the sorcerers stone (4 stars) legally blonde (5 stars) spirited away (5 stars) dazed and confused (5 stars)

she likes movies that make her feel all warm and fuzzy and hopeful. i wanted to give her breakfast club, but i think she’d honestly like sixteen candles more (even though breakfast club’s better). she cried at almost every movie in her top 4 and makes max rewatch juno with her like once a month. she gives most movies 5 stars unless she really hates them, and loves any movie thats fun to watch, even if its bad. she likes movies with pretty girls and fun colors.

alternatives: barbie (5 stars), legally blonde (5 stars), inception (2 stars), heathers (5 stars) pretty in pink (4.5 stars (she was mad andi didn’t end up with ducky)) my neighbor totoro (5 stars)

in conclusion if you haven’t seen They Cloned Tyron (2023) go watch it it deserved the oscar

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lumagarden · 1 month

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DRS2 PT2 THEORIES

im prob Very wrong but i want to write my thoughts!!

here r the semi-obvious

- kai and bonzle will somehow be brought back

- i think this season arin will find our what sora did and then also get mad at wildfyre for keepinf hwr swcret (this is where it gets a little less likely: i think he’ll run off or something (?) and gwt in some trouble)

- we’ll probably find out abt kais vision

non-obvious and Are my theories

- COLE X GEO CANON 😁!! someone said someone was getting a boyfriend this season (and now i assume its pt2 or it was just a rumor and ir wont come true st all) and i hope… they kith…. but tbh jaya dont even kiss that often so. prob not

- i dont think jaya will meet Yet.. but i think one of the ninja will find jay

- i think MAYBW arin will be able to do spinjitsu on an object like consciously—by the end hopefully??

- i Kind of hope that lloyd kinda goes crazy looking for kai liks. rlly troubked by the grief n stuff

- one of the ninja WILL turn evil i know it and i want ro say jay gets found and manipulated by lord ras or someone and then joins him based on the s2 figurine leaks but IDK

- i fhink they’ll find pixal!!! it would make sense maybw. if not this next part def the next one

- perchance cole learns the rising dragon thingy??

- i think egalts going to die sorry if not this next part the next one but it makes more sense for it to be at the end of this season

- i also feel like if egalt DOES die we’ll get a full scene of what wildfyre saw in her vision bc it wasnt like completwly touched upon and hers and kais r the only ones we didnt see at all (hers was mentioned tho so idk)

- i think lloyds visions might predict like. the next season or somerhing… (and he’ll continue having visions) also something will happen w him and rhe source dragons IDK WHAT but something

this is just what i Want/dont want to happen

- PLEASE if wildfyre gets a boyfriend i will throw myself off a cliff im so serious. she does NOT need a bf (she needs a gf)

- *rocking back and forth in my straitjacket* lostshipping.. lostshipping…

- fully evil jay or arin/lloyd sorry yall

- one of them have to put on the masks and turn fully evil I NEED IT i got a taste of it from pt1 and it wasnt ENOUGH

- this is unrelated to the show kind of but if lego doesnt release a mr frohicky plush i will go to the headquarters and ask for it myself

thats all i got thank u for reading

#ninjago #ninjago spoilers #dragons rising spoilers #ninjago dragons rising s2 spoilers #dragons rising s2 #dragons rising s2 spoilers #ninjago theory #i was going to post this the night it came out but i forgot about it #was looking through my drafts and finished it tho #luma talks

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tremendum · 11 months

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twin suns ; the awful daring of a moment's surrender

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part one of the Twin Suns series ; prologue

pairing: au (canon-divergent), western-inspired Din Djarin x fem!bounty!reader (afab, w use of woman, girl, etc)

rating: eventually explicit in future chapters. slow slow burn. (18+. mdni.)

warnings: canon-typical violence, themes of hunting/being hunted, fear

synopsis: "you are a shadow in Mos Espa, while Din Djarin is a statue in the suns."

notes: alright heres the official first part to my new series!! written between both povs bc i wanna work on writing in din’s pov :’)still setting up characters and settings but itll definitely pick up in the next part! hope yall enjoy :) not beta'd because im sloppy

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every step you take, you crush worlds.

the sand that makes up the surface of the planet slides under your power, the lilt in your stride stricken with nerves carving out a pattern known only to you.

the sand is everywhere.

you slip on it as your boots move; demolishing over tiny mountains that climb up towards the sky, crushing them below your titan feet. there's sand in your tunic, sticking to your thighs. it grits between your teeth as you forge ahead.

you allow yourself a shaky, dry breath which exhales from your lungs in the same defeated way that your feet trudge along the eroded soil, scarce of vegetation but abundant enough in your own regret.

an itch stabs the back of your head - not the normal kind, but the kind that strikes your heart in a gallop like a wild Orbak stallion - you can feel him.

a pair of unseen eyes on you, but you don't have to turn to see him:

disrupting the continuity of the bounding wasteland sprawled out behind your frame is a small shining dot; far enough away, but you do not let the perspective of distance lower your guard.

far away, but not far enough: the large, bulking body covered in beskar.

he stalks after you, just like always. you've almost gotten used to this kind of game. he's always there, always following - exceptionally, on the few occasions which you were following him.

for weeks he's been slinking around the corners of your nightmares. that tattered cape curling around corners, that bulking frame of metal towering over every space he fits in, his own skill of the hunt flirting with your sheer ego; yes, you are good at hiding, at running.

but you are also too full of hubris. too good at poking the sleeping bear for your own good. and- kriffing hell, you've gone too far this time. you let yourself a small groan of nerves as you shake your head, recalling the steps that'd led you to this final leg of your journey.

panic licks up your throat like a shot of liquor begging to resurface. The Mandalorian persistently appears larger and larger upon the horizon behind you, but he doesn't run.

he's lying in wait for his time to ensnare you.

you know his time will come soon, and he will pounce upon you.

your heart clutches its sodded pearls within your chest at the prospect of being captured after your short-lived taste of freedom - this newfound nomadic life as enticing as it is provisional for your escape. you don't allow yourself the luxury of pity as you will your burning thighs to push along.

at the prospect of hiding, your legs carry you faster through the wasteland; though you can hear the clock ticking louder and louder as the hunter's feet trod after yours. he's closing in, but a light gust of warm desert air nearly stops you in your tracks: you feel a grin spread across your cracked lips at the realization:

nightfall will come soon.

so you forge on; one foot in front of the other, wheezing breaths, screaming lungs. the trail you leave is no problem to you as long as the twin suns start their descent into slumber soon.

another forty five minutes until your breath is soothed. the suns have wavered over the horizon, and the dilapidated buildings have come back into view.

you smile once again, a deliriously relieved laugh echoing over the empty landscape, swallowed up by the very sand that you crush.

you're going back into town, and he will follow you.

he does it every night.

with a drip of sweat sliding down the expanse of your neck, you clear your aching throat, desperate for a flagon of water. the cityline swirls as the suns cast an iron orange over the sky. you start to listen to your body's quiet pleads: your bones ache. your muscles scream for rest - desperate, you realize, for sleep.

soon, you chide in your mind. soon.

soon, the twin suns will settle into the unseen realm of the cosmos, dipping enough below the crest of the planet to paint the sky of Mos Espa in a deep lilac and sparkling fuchsia - and you will sink, much like those suns you so despise, into the walls of every building you pass. your blaster will stay holstered upon the meat of your thigh, a heavy burden while you blend in seamlessly to your surroundings.

a city rat, through and through.

you smirk down at the dustdevils that kick up as the evening wind carries grains to and fro near your shins. fuck you and your desert, scum. to whom you mock, you do not know.

soon, you will find a cantina full of those who are also nobodies; most of them older than you, more experienced - more deadly. full of hate, or disdain, or exhaustion from a galaxy that put them too low on the spokes of the wheel that will turn for eternity.

but not you; this diminutive existence doesn't bother you. outlawed in your prime, you've been forced to jump head-first off the lowest end of the spoke, down towards the unknown abyss below.

you're nobody, now. on the run - no exhaustion, just anticipation; the peak of the mountain, the wind that zips underneath the wings of an unknown bird.

desperate for an escape from the one who haunts you day and night, lucid and dreaming.

the Mandalorian arrives like clockwork.

it's been the same routine for- what, almost three standard weeks? you're unsure why he hasn't yet taken you to his ship and sent you off to your debts with a heavy sack in his hand, gleaming with the promise of a few more rations or maybe a refuel for his metal steed.

with no intended disrespect to yourself, you truly don't understand why. depending on the information he has on you, surely he just sees you as an outlaw; a little skittering bug which has plagued his routes to more lucrative jobs by evading his crushing boot in the several instances your planets have collided.

and it's not as if he isn't capable.

you are smart, that much you will give yourself credit for. smart, conniving, you know how to get what you need - that's what got you into this mess in the first place. but he's... different. a damn machine.

you can tell from the way he slings his blaster, the sheer force of his body. his imposing presence. the legacy of his people, the best warriors in the galaxy: it was true, at least from what you've seen.

you may be handy with a knife and a blaster, but you know you're nothing compared to the Mandalorian bounty hunter who will soon find you.

normally, you aren't really one to spook easily. years of shady business in the grimiest corners of the galaxy have hardened you into a cocky motherfucker - but you have the decency to admit that the low, modulated baritone that rumbles through the Mandalorian's helmet sends spears of fear down your spine. only a handful of times you've been in close enough range to hear him, but once is more than enough in your book.

there's something about that calm posterior and the smooth voice that settles fear deep, deep into your being.

there's been three times you've heard his voice. each one its own close-call, in which you'd nearly surrendered yourself to him like a child caught swiping ration packets in front of the Marshal.

the first time was a true lothcat-and-rat chase through the back alleys. it'd only subsided once you'd maneuvered your way into the ducts of a backside apartment building - the Mandalorian is a tall man, anchored to the ground beneath him under the weight of the beskar armor. he's imposing, a large force that you shouldn't be any match to - but what he isn't, is agile enough to fit through the ducts. not with all of his sacred armor draped upon him.

but that first time, the chase was over before it really began. you were shocked to discover, once tucked away in your hidey-hole, that the chase left you with a heated core but also the sinking warning that not all attention is good attention, after all.

he didn't pursue you hard enough. that's how you knew he was a professional. that's how you knew he'd just lie in wait, holding with baited breath in the shadows for you to let barely a centimeter of your guard down before he swiped you up like a hawk and kept you clutched in his metal talons.

so the first time, his voice only came from curses and grunts of anger or exertion that you'd heard as he'd leapt over discarded alleyways. though your heart slammed into your chest each time he tore through buildings or kicked down doors to follow you, there was no denying the tickle your chest that yearned to hear his voice again.

because you needed to win. to survive.

the second time was a flick of your middle finger in his direction.

he'd been tailing you for two days relentlessly; you'd spend most of your days on the outskirts, scrapping in the junkyards and selling it for rations to get by. he was always there - every few hours or so, a glint in the corner of your vision. watching patiently.

the patience this man showed had driven you over the edge.

so the second time, when you'd allowed yourself into the same cantina that he'd slinked into with a pouch on his side that seemed to move inexplicably, your curiosity got the best of you - as did your pride.

you'd seen him slip through the doors after an hour of crawling several hundred feet behind and above him on rooftops; your body shrinking in to conceal yourself under your hood as you slid into a booth in the cantina just out of his sight.

you knew he was a good hunter, not just by his preceding reputation, but because there had been others before him.

many of them, in the last few weeks since you've been gone - maybe seven, or eight. but you'd bested them all within days if not hours; escaping planet or jumping ship. anything to avoid the weight of the chains which, just as quickly as you'd splintered them from your wrists, were surely to clasp right back on.

and then, the other thing. something about him intrigues you: he's still here, following you patiently, even after all of the bullshit you've pulled.

in your youth, the woman who lived across the hallway from your family had run a makeshift daycare for the children of your quadrant. in a fit of frustration, she'd mentioned once that the best way to deal with a child that throws a tantrum is to just wait them out until they get tired.

something about that memory heated your cheeks as you'd glared at the helmet across the cantina; his head tilted down coyly as he seemingly spoke to the young woman working bar.

perhaps he just likes the thrill of the hunt and the reward of his bounty's fear. he didn't have to try hard to get it, after all: jealousy stung strong in your stomach when the crowd cowered back at his presence; alarmed, maybe. in awe, perhaps. but certainly, definitely in fear.

something about how cocky he was when he carried himself, how blatantly he'd taken to trailing you in your daily processes on-the-run in the dismal city of Mos Espa. how he'd even tilted his head at you in some sort of twisted greeting at the market days ago when your eyes met his helmet just above the line of the crowd; just before giving to the chase that led to you learning the location of his contact, and the old Hunter's Guild of Nevarro.

you resented the Mandalorian.

you're still not fully clear on who set the bounty on you - your old business partner, likely. it boils your blood to imagine. the New Republic may be dismal, but Maker knows everyone has to do something to survive. you just couldn't keep doing what you were doing anymore, and the only ways out were... well, either running away or falling victim through galactic court.

no, thanks.

you don't like the Mandalorian because you can bet everything on your back that he's willing to hand over anything to anyone as long as it gets more of that silver beskar on his chest.

so it was the second time you heard his voice, your own ears straining hard as the server in the cantina came round to the Mandalorian's booth twenty minutes later. you'd watched with a satisfied smirk as the waiter had presented him with a nice, hearty jug of Desert Chase - a cocktail from the menu that you'd personally hoped would offend the Mandalorian the most.

it was ironic in a way that made your stomach giddy and your grin split in two under your mask. it was a cheeky name, at the very least, and you figured he wasn't dense enough for the irony to pass over his helmet completely.

your grin was untamable as you watched; the server, pushing the drink his way and passing on the message you'd slipped him five credits to tell the Mandalorian: happy hunting, Mando - followed by your first name.

oh, it was a delight and a half to watch that shiny, stupid helmet whip up towards the crowd near the bar in shock.

and then his deep, rolling, excuse me? that thundered through the walls in his untamable frustration. the coiling warmth in your stomach after he pushed up from the booth with his head on a swivel.

because you figured if you were going to be caught, at least you were going to have some fun beforehand.

you can pretend not to love the hammering in your chest all the same.

the third time, though - it was a momentary weakness. a genuine accident. a sign of humanity lost within the planets and systems of bad and good, of black and white.

and it'd actually sent just as much panic into him as it did to you.

you saw him before he saw you. his back was turned, fiddling with the sack strapped to his speeder. like a prey, rigid, you'd slid from your post and snuck towards his speeder, the one that'd been discarded in favor of heavy, projectile-strapped boots upon eroded dirt only several hundred feet away, to a merchant stand which sold some kind of cloth to protect from the suns' rays.

you had barely thirty seconds to get it before he returned to the bike, you estimated.

you'd moved much too fast in your self-preserving mindset; sped off on the rusted thing without realizing there was a small bundle within the supply basket on the back.

a moving bundle.

and, to your horror: inside, a curious little green creature which stared up at you with confusion as you'd gasped in shock.

it happened in stages: first, you'd considered throwing it off; tossing it to the wind to be swallowed up by some sandworm or scorched to a crisp in the unforgiving, sweltering air.

you thankfully didn't do that because shortly after the thought crossed through your mind: dank farrik, this thing was- it was some kind of...baby. it was tiny, its screams of confusion barely clipping through the hot rush of air blowing your head covering back in your speed. what in the name of Maker's Ghost was the Mandalorian doing with a baby?

then, the following stage, with a thudding halt to your heartbeat, you'd wondered if it was like you. hunted, about to be sent to a place of no return just for a lousy sack of credits. would the Mandalorian stoop so low as to kidnap a mere child for a bounty?

but then a glint on the thing’s chest pummeled you into the third mental process: a cold sheer panic.

there was some sort of armor on its tiny, heaving chest. you knew, somehow, that this was a claim. he was with the Mandalorian, either in protection or by blood.

the speeder skidded to a stop as you allowed yourself to wonder if it was some sort of ploy; was he ensnaring you in a trap, coaxing you into his iron maw with a small child?

(he wasn’t, as you’d later learned.)

you’re not sure why you went back. even with a clear target on the back of your head, you’d treaded on-foot back with the little baby cradled in a makeshift sling tight to your chest. the trek back into the city was blistering without your head covering, but the child’s wailing had ceased along with your racing fears. you hadn't wanted him to become scalded by the twins that beat down upon you from the sky.

you'd grunted and growled to yourself: no matter who the Mandalorian assumed you were, you weren’t the kind to kidnap. never.

maybe that's what caused you to track him back to his ship, wait for him to storm back out in his flurry, surely panicked by the loss of his transport and his small little companion.

he'd flown on a jetpack straight towards town. you left the child under the shade of the ship once you saw the Mandalorian's figure appear on the horizon; you couldn't have spent more than thirty minutes with the green creature, but it cried nonetheless when you set it gently in the sand and tried to let it go.

reluctantly, the only way it stopped crying was when you left it tucked snug with your headscarf pulled tight around its body.

and then you snuck away in the last moments, evading the Mandalorian's sights, but watching behind a rock to make sure he returned to the child eventually, before it was dark.

and he did return; as he picked up the child and let out a groan of relief, tucking the child tight into his chest the way your father did you when you were in your youth, something too warm kindled in your chest.

was it humanity, that you'd found?

the thing that was all too lost in your endeavors running away from the bounty which loomed above your head?

maybe he, too, could play by the rules, even in this hunt.

Din isn't quite sure what he expected from you.

when he first took your puck, it seemed easy: a smuggler. young, naive, too cocky to be cautious. bought out by a man who said you'd robbed him of half his business then disappeared just before defending him in front of a galactic court.

Din had imagined you'd cower in his shadow, submit to his cuffs the minute he found you.

but you were not naive - this he learned all too soon. you were unbending, cunning. slippery.

you were- you were a tease. there's no other way to put it: you were a kriffing tease, and it was killing him. you were like the foil to this job; everything but ease.

you are a shadow in Mos Espa, while Din is a statue in the suns.

you knew he was trailing you all this time, it was obvious. Din didn't necessarily try to hide it at all. this job has never been anything but serious for him - no playing around, no jokes, just business. it was survival, especially now with Grogu; but this delicious game you'd started with him... he hated to admit, it was addictive.

was it when you laid that chase for him through the alleys? or when he'd first caught your wandering eye through the crowd at the market in town?

but then - you'd taken his child away and fear had struck him just as deep as the anger did.

he was a second away from tearing the entire planet apart for his Child when he returned to the Crest, intending on using his navs to source for Grogu-shaped infants nearby to find his son lying in the shade of the underbelly. he'd been concealed from the harsh sun by that very same cloth that'd concealed your head from Din for days.

it made no sense.

maybe that's why he liked this chase. it was easier for him to just get a job done and leave, usually - but you were an enigma, a fascination akin to a forbidden fruit lying just out of reach in the middle of a grove.

squeezing from his grasp every time he reached out - until he finally got you.

"happy hunting?"

and now, this fourth time, the Mandalorian sends you tumbling to the sand had before aiming a blaster straight at your skull.

his voice is deep, seeded with disbelief and irritation; his timbre is finally in a direct address to you, and it's harrowing. his helmet is angled down towards you, one hand stern on his narrow hip as you dare to look around.

nothing but dirt, sand, heat. a mirage of floating trees in the distance, but no other living being capable of freeing you from your predator.

turning back up to face his looming, commanding figure, you finally, with a groan, accept it. you're all alone here. no friends on this planet besides the tumbleweeds, it seems.

no matter; here you are - the fourth cataclysm of universes for the two of you, and likely the final.

and now you lie on your elbows, ass sore from your fall, rug pulled out from under you as sand grits into your arms.

you squint up against the unforgiving glint that cuts into your retinas, sharp enough to slice you. the sight of the hot suns on the metal is unbearable as it is; imagining the suffering heat beneath the layers on his person is too much to consider.

those suns and his beskar must never have gotten along, you're sure.

he stares down at you in a sear that slices you in two, exposing your heartbeat immediately. he's expectant - happy huntings, he said - he's awaiting your response with a tersely angry stance.

with a blaster down the bridge of your nose.

you - you can't speak. fear drips like a saline bacta-bag through your veins.

you don't have enough air in your lungs, that much you're sure of - the blaster pointed directly at your heaving chest: your hands shake as you raise them, resigned to your fate as the Mandalorian's broad chest heaves with nearly as much exertion as your own. he takes it as a sign to speak again.

"I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold."

his words rumble into your chest, writing themselves at the top of your life's story; a new chapter. or an epilogue.

your head falls back in defeat, the suns' rays blistering new blemishes onto the bridge of your nose and your forehead, exposed above the mask.

your groan is of resignation. acceptance.

that deep voice of his rumbles somewhere deep in your gut, nesting with the fear and the desire to run. run, run, run.

you don't this time.

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mewmewpercy · 8 days

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After a lot of thinking and researching and scouring for info I've decided to break down exactly why I have such a bad taste in my mouth when it comes to RenHeng

Its the shippers because holy shit you guys are like actually so infuriating sometimes.

With all due respect(which is slowly waning the harder I try) they aren't canon. They also aren't implied. YingFeng are the ones that are married. I am not about to sit through another conversation with someone telling me I didn't play the right quests or pay attention because not only have I played these quests but I've watched them numerous times for data collection. If RenHeng was actually implied they wouldn't be attempting to kill each other every time they meet nor would Dan Heng have literal fucking nightmares about Blade with no change in their relationship.

Another issue yall have is making shit up. I don't spend an average of 25 hours a week rewatching vods of these storylines and quests and I don't spend hours upon hours scouring an entire fuckin region as a mobile player to be told I'm wrong about the story. If there's one thing I trust my knowledge on its this. Dam Feng did the immortality stuff for Baiheng who is almost definitely Bailu who got reincarnated from Foxian to Vidyadhara because of it. Yingxing was his helper which is why he's immortal yes but has no Vidyadhara traits. Baiheng got killed in a past war and they wanted her back easy as. Dan Feng didn't do it for Yingxing. Yes they may have been married or whatever but the fact remains they missed their friend and maybe he tried to help turn Yingxing into a long life species and we can say that's a headcanon but it isn't true.

Next thing I'd like to bring up is how some of you guys get about other ships because hoo boy I've seen shit. I don't know what it is about you guys and hurling the word homophobic at people who don't ship it but yall gotta stop. People not shipping your ship isn't homophobia its a fucking preference. If you don't like a ship dni or whatever(sounds ironic I'm sure but I try my hardest some of yall just love hate bombing other ships I interact with) but maybe don't spread slurs and threats and anger because someone prefers JingHeng instead? I live for the policy of ship and let ship but stop going into places you don't like and dragging others when they never once mentioned you.

Look I love hsr and I love these characters but it's specifically this group that makes it so hard to just enjoy safe spaces for my ships. Now on a lighter note I will say you guys are talented ass artists and writers because holy fuck even just scouring character tags on socials I've seen some beautiful stuff. Keep being awesome and talented just maybe don't be mean?

#honkai star rail #dan heng #dan feng #hsr blade #renheng #yingxing #i tried my hardest to be nice but its also late at night #i seriously mean it when i say yall have skill tho #peace and love guys lets all hold hands and go feral ovet.blorbos together #if anyone wants to moot me pls just dont be a hater if i ship other ships🙏

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theofficialdailyplanet · 1 year

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dc needs to have some kind of writing work shop with trans women, woc, and sa survivor authors cos they have so many writers that use rape and assault s fan service and it pisses me off to no end.

the latest panel i've seen with blue beetle mid-fight with bleez where she's on top of him and jayme loudly tells the stag he's not aroused. shes obs disgusted and in the next page the stag forms a literal penis underneath her.

and this with bleeze, the woman who's origin story is being violently gang raped and murdering her rapists when she recieves a red lantern ring.

not to mention the many other characters who've been assaulted from poison ivy to nightwing.

nightwing has been raped by multiple different women in the comics with no consequences for the women.

both drugged and assaulted by tarantula

the only thing time they mention anything later is when mirage shape shifts into starfire and tells dick in front of her it wasn't actually starfire. and yall know starfire's reaction? she -verbatim- calls dick a slut.

poison ivy gets abused and then these writers have the audacity to not only make her mind control only work through kissing (??) and on top of that in multiple iterations becomes a serial rapist with the men she's assaulted aka mind controlled.

one of the many, many men being batman who's been raped repeatedly in canon by talia, ivy, and im sure others. and they never delve into the repercussions it would have on him as a male rape survivor. the only time the writers reference it is for jokes like damian telling bruce to get better taste in woman and to "cover your drink."

as as for trans women:

the harley quinn the animated series comic had an entiresubplot regarding peach's missing sister miia- a black trans woman who was trafficked (whos only picture u see of her was pre-transition?)

and they make it a point to say "black trans woman," repeatedly only to make a joke out of it in the end with black mask calling himself an "ally"

i'm just constantly dissapointed with dc, i'll be so excited for a new run or film and then shit like this happens and just ruins it for me it makes me so sad

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moosieart · 7 months

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Chapter 8 of Jailbreaking the Local Cryptid, Just Your Usual Tuesday is up!

Seeing as this is the second to last chapter before the next work in the series, I thought I would share some of my reactions to yall's wonderful support!

My readers: Wow, this is awesome! I can't wait to read what happens next!

Me writing the whole chapter with no forethought a few hours before I post: .....yea....me too...

Me (was raised to think the entire internet was mean and I'd only ever receive hate): Cautiously posts a fanfic because I'm bored and I really like Cryptid BatFam

My readers: Sending loads of encouragement, leaving really nice comments with love and awesome ideas that I had never thought of and now realize would be perfect, and being super supportive

Me: 😭🫶 I don't deserve you

One nice reader who clearly knows their stuff: Gives some insight on the justice league and how they would react to the Court of Owls. And also speculate that since birds can't taste spicy stuff Cryptid Avian Robin loves spicy food because it doesn't affect him

Me: I didn't know that, but it is 100% canon now and you can rip that from my dead body. (Also yes, the JLA is totally going behind Bruce's back and are going to investigate the court)

I will be posting so art I did for this fic really soon!

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mushibashiraas · 2 years

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i am feeling soft *throws "quiet, quality time w/ jamil" hcs at yall*

gn!yuu. self-insulgent. shorthand/spelling & grammatical errors. word vomit. swearing and hints at nsfw. (looping daughter's candles while i write these if yall want a mood-setter.)

- leaning up against jamil's back napping while he does his hw, soft r&b playing in the background

- jamil doesn't rlly like to cook but he also doesn't dislike cooking (canon quote: "i'm not really kalim's personal chef; i don't like cooking that much either. this is just how things turned out."). but cooking with yuu seems to make the food taste better. he doesn't know why though.

- thus cooking with yuu would be a very, soft activity they'd do together. yuu humming some random tune while chopping the vegetables and garlic. jamil preparing the meat and rice.

- as both are stubborn and sharp-tongued, of course they'd fight a lot over little things. but the making up period????? HELLA SOFT!

- lots of cuddles and kissing [in private. jamil's not a pda type]. maybe more~ 💋💋💋

- a bitter yuu!!!!!! neither wants to admit they are wrong. probably takes kalim/a scarabia student to point it out or get tired of them giving each other the silent treatment. jamil's constantly on edge during this period making the entire dorm walk around like they're stepping on glass shards.

- anyway. back to soft hcs!! JAMIL LETTING YUU LAY THEIR HEAD ON HIS LAP! like. he's studying at his desk and notices yuu falling asleep. so he grabs one of the many pillows from his bed and lays it across his lap before moving them over.

- definitely doesn't do this in the lounge room, though! he would rather physically die before he does that.

- running their fingers through each other's hair.

- GIFTING JAMIL HAIR ORNAMENTS!!!!

- going to sam's store to do groceries for the dorm together!!!!

- the both of them clinging to each other and hollering for kalim to come kill a bug for them!!!! yuu trying to stop jamil from firing off a Fire Shot at the bug while they themself are trying to find a weapon (ANY WEAPON) to take the bug out with.

- studying together in jamil's room!!!!!!!

- jamil secretly leaving little notes about certain topics that yuu's having trouble with to help them ace their next exam or assignment. yuu finding these little notes later when they open their notes just as their professor walks in.

- folding clothes together!

- jamil blackmailing encouraging yuu to dance

- making playlists for yuu (and never showing them to yuu)

- learning how to make each other's favorite foods

- offering to do each other's laundry/tidy each other's rooms

- jamil secretly worrying about yuu and then pretending he wasnt!!!!!!!!!

- respecting each other's boundaries; yuu not doing too much pda and jamil only using snake whisper to calm them down.

- HOLDING PINKIES!!!!!!!!

- "fighting;" pinching, flicking, elbowing, and hip-checking each other.

- BIG SPOON JAMIL AND LITTLE SPOON YUU!

- going to bed with a respectful space in between them but always waking up clinging to each other, limbs tangled together.

- jamil blushing and quickly untangling/pulling away when he realizes he big-spooned them AGAIN in his sleep!

- bandaging them up whenever they clumsily bump into a kitchen counter corner or burn themselves or trip on a carpet or pillow in the lounge

- scolding them like a mom as he applies first-aid about them being clumsy and how they need to be more aware of themselves/their surroundings

- more scolding over how "skinny" they are and need to eat more even though he's plating them fourths.

- making sure they drink their water and take any medications.

- TAKING CARE OF THEM WHILE THEY'RE SICK!!!!

- yuu learning the language of the scalding sands for him. and jamil getting yuu to teach him their own language

- personally making any potions yuu needs

- listening to each other's fears and frustrations

- yuu sharing their traditions from back home with jamil

- jamil discreetly making sure yuu can still experience at least some of those traditions in Twisted Wonderland.

- jamil whooping yuu's butt in snowball fights, chess, mancala, etc, (basically any strategy/brute force game)

- jamil (and ace and maybe floyd) trying to teach a non-athletic yuu how to play basketball

- yuu being the one person jamil allows to see him dance

- WORDS OF POSITIVE AFFIRMATION FROM JAMIL!!!!!!!!

- yuu teaching jamil/the basketball club trio how to play volleyball and field hockey

- yuu taking jamil out on the horseback riding trails

- yuu and jamil at each other's throats teasing each other with their sharp-tongues and potentially scaring (or scarring) kalim, deuce, ace, and grim. (that's they show each other they're affections. chill, guys!)

- caling each other things like "pest," "child," "kid," "shit," "turd," "fuck," etc. (affectionate)

- playing dirty

#twst headcanons #twisted wonderland #jamil viper #kalim al asim

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winderlylandchime · 4 months

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Happy New Year! I was on a holiday for what feels like the longest time and the second I came back to civilization, I checked your blog. I cannot believe that I missed Anon’s brother finding out about tumblr and that a group of people know him. I do have to admit, i laughed at the reveal where he asked what the fuck is up with the lack of content of Gale and Randy. Never have I ever felt this represented by a straight man.

However the real reason for my message is that I originally wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed the latest chapter because I was already on a holiday when you uploaded it. So it was a nice little welcome home type of treat. And then I discovered Anon’s brother also loves your fics. Good to see that he has taste in more than just shows and actors. Anyway, the last chapter was an absolute masterpiece. It really does help fix the damage that the finale made. Bless you for coming up with this fic. I never knew how much I needed a fic with older Britin.

Hello dear sweet anon!

I love that this fandom has found so much happiness in Anon and her brother. Who knew that a straight man could breathe life into this fandom? Maybe this is the lesson to take into 2024 - watching and being emotionally devastated by QAF is the common denominator. Let’s get world leaders watching and see what happens.

Thank you so much for your kind words about Beautiful like the Darkness Between the Fireflies (BLTDBTF?!). I know I left yall hanging with that last chapter and I will be posting the final chapter in the next week or two. Work has gotten very busy so the days of being paid to write fanfic are over. I’m so glad post canon and older Britin are what you needed. I needed them too - I needed to know that at my age, Brian and Justin are still OTP and finding their happiness in each other.

Thank you anon! This made the start of my first day back at work after the holidays so much nicer!

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #my fanfiction #beautiful like the darkness between the fireflies

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significant-ace-nnoyance · 2 years

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OKAY SO I'M READING THIS REALLY GOOD FANFIC AND I WANTED TO SHARE MY COMMENTARY ON IT.

OKAY LET'S GO.

OOOOOOOH OKAYYYYYYYY LET'S GOOOOO

OH MY GOD IS HE GOING TO CONFESS!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!

OKAY...

BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA LMAOOOOOOOOOO ALL OF THAT SET UP FOR THIS.

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOO

WILL YOU CHICKEN.

AWWWWWWW NOOOOO STOP OVERTHINKING MIKE OH MY GOD STOP HATING YOURSELF-

....................................OH MY GOD?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?! IF SOMEONE DID THIS TO ME I WOULD MARRY THEM ON THE SPOT OH MY GOD I WOULD DIE.

DUDE SAME I WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO MOVE, ALSO 🎶SHE SMELLS LIKE LEMON GRASS AND SLEEP...SHE TASTES LIKE APPLE JUCIE AND PEACH...🎶 OMG THIS IS SO INTIMATE AND LOVELY???

ALSO "it reminds of my great aunt berthas couch a little bit :(" CRYINGGGGG LMAOOOOOO

I'M LAUGHING TOO I'M SORRY BUT THIS WAS SO RANDOMLY FUNNY.

AWWWWW WILL HE'D NEVER BE MAD AT U :(

LMAOOOOOOOOO WHO KNEW A COUCH COULD BE SO FUNNY

ALSO THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS?!?!?!?!?!? INTIMATELY!??!?!?!?!?! THAT'S SO CUTE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? OMGGGGG EVEN THE WAITER NOTICED HOW GAY THEY ARE

LMAO THEY'RE SO CONFUSED.

CRYINGGGGGG OMG THE WAITER REALLY SAID

"I TOTALLY SUPPORT THE SKITTLES PEOPLE 😊🫶 🎶BEEEEEEEE WHOOOOOOO YOUUUUUUU AREEEEEE FOR YOURRR PRIIIIIIIIIDEEEEEEEEEEEEEE DON'T HIIIIIIDEEEEEEE🎶🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈"

I BET YOU WISH YOU WAS THO.

AWWWWWW ARE THEY GONNA COOK TOGETHER?!!??!?! 😭

"mike wheeler...the shitty cook...a CHEF?"

OOOOOOOOOOOOOH THEY'RE GONNA HAVE THE PLACE TO THEMSELVESSSSSS, NOW WHATEVER WILL THEY DO WITHIN THAT PERIOD OF TIME??? 👀

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA HE'S NOTICINGGGGGGGG

he's so real 😭

THIS IS SO POETIC??? WOW.

*crazy evil laughter*

OOOOOOH OKAYYY MIKE'S LOOKIN SEXY 🎶BLUEEEE JEANSSSS WHITE SHIRTTTT YOU'RE SO FRESH TO DEATH YOU KNOW YOU MAKE MY EYES BURNNNNNN🎶 AND ALSO OMG HE'S SWOOPING HIM INTO A HUG!?!??!?!?! SO SWEEEET 😭

ITALIAN MIKE WHEELER CANON.

MICHEAL? MORE LIKE MICHELANGELO 🇮🇹

HEHEHEHEHEHEHE THEY'RE FLIRTING NOWWWWWWWWW

ALSO NOOOOOO WILLLLLLLL PLEASE DON'T BE SADDDDD

teehee 🤭

oh my god the INTIMACY. the SHEER TENSION between these two.

"will can smell the clean citrus of mike's shampoo, he can feel his fingers brushing up against the small of his back as he secures the tie of the apron, the sheer closeness of the curly-haired boy is maddening"

I'M GOING INSANE.

OMG IM SO WXCITED LETS GO

…. BESTIE… BESTIE OMG OMG GOTMT I KNOW THIS FIC IT IS LITERALLY MY FAV THING EVER I HAVE BEEN DESPERATELY WAITING THE NEXT INSTALLMENT BECAUSE ITS SO DJDNBDBEBDBBD OMGOGMGOGM

LMAO IK I LOVE MIKE IN THIS FIC HES SUCH A SIMP SO CANON ACCURATE

the i’ve never been good at lying to you???? my fav trope of them omg adorbs

AHHH I FORGOT ON TOP OF A SIMP MIKE IS ALSO AN OVERTHINKER WITH SELF HATRED ANDLOW SELF ESTEEM 😭😭😭😭 SO MUCH FLUFF SO I ALWAYS FORGET HOW THESE FICS GUT ME

BESTIE IKR?????? SAME OMFG THEY R LITERALLY SO PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER AND SO CARING ABOUT EACH OTHER AND THEM BEING HAPPY MAKES THE OTHER HAPPY AND I WANT TO CRY

🎶oh you would find her in a polaroid picture <33 and she means everything to me 🎶 AHHHHHHHHH I KNOW I ABSOLUTELY DEVOUR SCENES LIKE THAT AND THIS ONE WAS SO WELL DONE

beeeeeeee whoooooo uuuuuuuu areeeeeee

omg though i do love the waiter she’s literally all of us being like OMG GAY PEOPLE <3 YALL R MARRIED RIGHT and i love that this fic is set in a world like without much homophobia it was a good break and sort of getaway like mike was more mad at himself about will not liking him over will being grossed out he’s gay which i liked like yes could i have one order of the pining and oblivious and kinda sad and angsty 😭 and cute ofc but WITHOUT the self hatred for queerness??? yes pls

ALSO side note i love that gif from heartstopper it’s literally the funniest part of the show i swear such a quotable set of lines djbdbdbebbdbd

I LOVE WILL FLIRTING U KNOW MICHAEL IS GONNA BE DONE FOR WHEN WILL FEELS COMFORTABLE ENOUGH TO LET DOWN HIS GUARD AND FLIRT THAT BOY TO DEATH

omg fr will is literally me

POETRY OMFG I LOVE WRITERS ANDBYLER WRITERS FOR SOME REASON ARE SO ???? TALENTED ???? BEAUTIFUL ???? AMAZINGINCREDIBLEPOETICSHOWSTOPPING

byler freaking out over every piece of clothing the other wears is so real and i eat it up every time💀💀 also I NEED BYLER HUGS DONEJENEJ THAT WOULD ACTUALLY HEAL MY ENTIRE HEART

JSHDJDJJENEJSBEBBESTIE UR SO RIGHT IM WHEEZING MICHAELANGELO WHEEEELER FOR THE WIN

ugh more will being relatable it’s a constant back and forth with those two frfr like one minute shameless flirting and a flash of clarity through the obliviousness and the next right back to nonono don’t get the hopes up 😭😭

CHEF WHEELER

BESTIE I AM TOO LOSING MY MIND I AFORE THIS FIC THANK U FOR GIVING ME AN EXCUSE TO BASICALLY REREAD ITS LITERALLY ALL THE BEST DOMESTIC BYLER TROPES IN ONE NDBDJDJJEJDJDJJFJD

sorry this took so long to answer 😭😭my phone case is broken and half my keyboard is at like 50% functioning level 😭😭 BUT TY FOR SHARING OMG IS THE NEXT CHAPTER OUT???? I NEED AN UPDATE I NEED RESOLUTION I CANT WAIT DHBDBDJJSB

#byler fic

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The way the lack of romance prevent ppl from reading rotbb is one of the saddest thing around. Like I crack ship as much as the next person (SosoIseol is adorable and I personally find CMxJG particularly funny even if I feel bad for inflicting CM on JG) but the lack of romance is part of why the narration is often so we'll balanced. Romance as a genre usually requires to make an Us and Them wall that often creates a narrative gap with the other characters (whether bc the romance is proper up or the FF is propped in which case the addition of romance was unnecessary and both case often leave a bad taste). Like...it can be well done but I don't see the point of adding it this far into the story.

Also if anything happened in canon I'd probably rage quit it because romance not being important is one of the things that made me appreciate this series so much (I hold instances of AroAce and/or celibate-who-don't-care protagonists near and dear to my heart). I might make an exception for SosoIseol 'cause it wouldn't change them that much and TBxCM because it'd just add to an already existing pathos -which would have even less of a narrative impact but for the same reason I really don't see the point to have them in canon. (Fanfictions and fanarts are our friends u.u)

Also I think there should be an "I want to both punch and roll CM into a burrito blanket consecutively and with no in between" Club, I feel he deserves it (the canon version is the alliance + the 5 dumbasses)

RIGHT SO TRUE SO TRUE like and even if there is no romance and yallre exclusively not reading a novel cuz it doesnt aligns w yalls yaoi criteria, it shouldnt even matter cuz i see the way some of yall crack ship the most incomprehensible nonexistent made up ships in other media ive ever seen so why is it a problem now all of the sudden...... when i say theres no romance in rotmhs im not saying there arent things 4 yall 2 ship in it if yallre that desperate for face sucking, my own biases being yu iseol & tang soso and tang bo & chung myung who are, for all intents and purposes, straight girl / boy best friends but do i gaf???? NO? THEYRE YURI YAOI PARALLELS

as u said.. the fanart and fics that make up the fandom are more than enough to keep people who want to ship sated im being so serious

#im guilty of being a yaoiyuri luvr & unfortunately i too must ship wherever i go but even i wasnt wary of reading rotmhs its just that good #i dont ship or even really care for anything other than tangchung and iseolsoso tho im keeping it real atm #ORV readers i know yall understand come over here and back me up

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The Red Logs: Return to the Temple Ch. 12

Chapter 12: All in Time

Last Chapter <-- -> Next Chapter

Fem!OC X Crosshair

Word Count: 2030

Fic Summary:

There are benefits to owning a clone bar. Underworld lords don’t threaten you to pay for protection. Clones are great company. And the drinks taste great. However, there are also risks to owning a clone bar. Like, for example, becoming the fuck buddy of a special clone task force member so your life gets threatened when a Separatist puts out a bounty for your capture in order to use you as blackmail. Also your sleep schedule gets wrecked. But Anya Tougt is a little more capable than an average bar owner.

Ao3 Link Here

Warnings apply to whole fic:

Canon typical violence, descriptions of panic attacks, alcohol, swearing, 18+ themes (eventual smut), trauma, religious trauma parallels, mild gore

Authors Note:

I am nefarious. Happy New Year yall, have a chapter to celebrate.

27 BBY. After Qui-Gon was murdered by that Sith lord I thought there would never be a Master I could accept. I thought there would never be a Master that would accept me. But Master Tali, she’s alright. She’s not as relaxed as Qui-Gon, but she is kind.

“The Separatists are on the run, General, they’ve entered hyperspace.” Obi-Wan nodded his head as he watched the remaining ships in the Separatist fleet dart out of view. Debris drifted in space, many of the pieces now caught in Rodia’s gravitational pull. “Hyperspace travel will not be possible for at least an hour while the mechanics fix up the ship.” Admiral Yularen’s report glossed over Obi-Wan’s ears as he stared out the viewport. No doubt scavengers will enjoy the scraps.

Before Yularen could repeat himself, Kenobi turned and sighed. “As long as it can be fixed, Admiral. Bring back the fighters, I doubt the Separatist fleet will attempt to surprise us after the damage they took.” Admiral Yularen nodded his head then echoed the orders into the comms. Clone fighters answered, their ships zipping past the Negotiator’s viewport. Obi-Wan felt exhaustion weighing down each step he took towards the holomap. Before Kenobi reached his destination, Cody stepped into the bridge- still fully armored. “What timing, Commander.” A single wave redirected the clone’s path. “I wanted to ask about the status of Clone force 99.”

Cody chuckled to himself as the Jedi called out to him. Yet again the clone had appeared just as Obi-Wan needed him. The rest of the 212th called it Cody’s Kenobi-sense when they thought he wasn’t listening. Once beside his general at the holotable, Cody filled Obi-Wan in. “They found Vekek’s planetside base of operations, but the Separatist commander was not physically there. However, Tech was able to track her location. So it shouldn’t be long till they bring the Seppie in.”

Kenobi nodded his head as he listened to his clone commander. “Where are they now?”

“Ryloth, sir.” Cody watched as the Jedi switched the map to focus on the Twi’lek planet. “These are the coordinates.” He typed the numbers Tech had sent in his last report into the holotable’s system. Once he finished, the map rotated and zoomed in just above the planet’s atmosphere.

“This can’t be right. They aren’t even planetside.”

“Oh, no this is correct sir. Tech reported they planned to board the Separatist command ship where Vekek is hiding.”

“They what? Did they even share a proper plan?” Obi-Wan’s head snapped up from the map. The blue light from the hologram bathed in the worry on his face. The beginnings of dark circles under his eyes were obvious.

Cody’s lips twisted down at the hints of exhaustion. This was a familiar game, one Cody knew how to play well. “Well… It’s a plan.”

Obi-Wan muttered a few swears under his breath, at least one of them Mando’a. A smirk cracked from under Cody’s bucket. “What’s the status of that hyperdrive?” The Jedi deactivated the holomap and rejoined Yularen in the center of the bridge.

“Repairs have just begun, General. Like I said before, at least one hour.” Yularen’s jaw twitched as he held back the urge to upturn his eyebrows. While Obi-Wan liked to think he was more put together than Anakin, Admiral Yularen knew they were equal disasters. He glanced at Cody, silently hoping the clone could convince the Jedi to get some rest.

“Of course… As soon as they are back up, set a course to Ryloth.” Obi-Wan sighed and rubbed where the bridge of his nose met his eyes. Annie was with the clones because he let her go with them. Cody explained the point of Clone Force 99 to him before. They took the missions no one was supposed to come back from. What was he thinking? She had no practical combat experience in war! This was nothing like the ambushes on Tatooine or the Mandalorian terrorists- He shook his head to clear his thoughts. Those memories were best left to lie.

Instead, Obi-Wan realized he heard footsteps. His footsteps. Beside him, Cody walked in sync with the Jedi Master. He recognized the path they were taking.

“Cody.”

“Sir.”

A defeated sigh escaped Obi-Wan’s lips. He knew Cody well enough to know that tone meant he couldn’t charm his way out of this. So while they walked to the general’s quarters, Kenobi started talking. “I’ve been more worried about Annie than I probably should be.”

Cody nodded his head. “So I’ve noticed, but you need sleep, sir.”

“Yes.. there’s no point thinking about past choices.” His wise tone almost returned. But then another heavy sigh left his lips and his voice went back to conversational. “I say that, yet still she manages to sneak back into my mind.”

Cody debated possible responses. He didn’t exactly have the years or experiences that could reflect the Jedi’s struggle. “Time tends to help those things.” So he repeated something he’d seen on a holo once.

Now it was Obi-Wan’s turn to think. They walked long enough without speaking Cody thought the subject had been dropped. But finally the General spoke up.

“Hmm.. You’d think. But I believe time has only made the situation worse.”

“Situation, sir?” The commander turned his head to glance at the man beside him. Interest laced his words.

Another sigh. “Annie and I have…” Silence dragged as the General debated the following words. “An intricate history. Fate, or perhaps even the force, always pushed us back together. Much to our mutual disdain.” He muttered the last sentence.

Under his helmet Cody’s brows furrowed together. “You don’t get along?”

“Now we seem to have an unspoken agreement to stay professional, possibly even friendly, thankfully. But in the old days… She knew exactly how to get under my skin.” Their pace slowed as their path ended in front of Obi-Wan’s quarters. Cody activated the door and walked Obi-Wan into the room, determined to see the Jedi actually get some rest. At this point Obi-Wan waved his hand to try and dismiss Cody, mumbling about making some tea before passing out.

“Sir, a tired General is a General likely to make mistakes. Please, get into your bunk and sleep.”

“Alright Cody, straight to bed. I promise. Now will you leave, or do you plan to watch me undress as well?” Obi-Wan flashed that bastard grin, a little crooked from exhaustion.

The heat on his cheeks made the clone commander glad he was still wearing his helmet. “No sir, I’ll come wake you once we reach Ryloth.” Cody didn’t hear whatever farewell the Jedi bade him. His ears were playing over Obi-Wan’s previous words. He rushed out of the room like a startled loth-cat and only caught his breath once he returned to his own quarters.

“Tech!” Hunter’s voice cut through the blaster fire and metal clangs. “Activating Commando droids isn’t what I asked for!” One of the mentioned droids slammed its vibrosword down against Hunter’s knife. He blocked the weapon with the edge of his own, until Wrecker body slammed the metal body into the nearby wall.

“Clearly, I didn’t mean to activate them!” Tech grunted as he blocked an iron fist with his gauntlets. “Whoever coded the ship’s interface linked together completely random systems!” Another deadly fist missed its target as Tech dived out of the way at the last second. He whipped around in time to blast the droid’s chest plate and head simultaneously.

“There goes our stealth mission…” I mumbled while slicing metal limbs from their body.

Behind me, Crosshair’s rifle rung out as his powerful blaster knocked down enemies with each headshot. “Not very surprising…” His gravelly voice was barely audible over the noise of battle.

“Good! I hate stealth missions!” Wrecker laughed as he smashed the heads of two commando droids together, resulting in a mess of exposed wires and flattened steel. They dropped with a heavy thud, only for two more to take their place.

“As fun as this is, we need to get a move on to the target.” I force pushed the pair approaching Wrecker into the ceiling. Then I dropped my hold on them, letting the massive clone catch their ankles and throw them into a lagging group of droids, just now waking up.

Hunter plunged his vibroknife into the processing center of a commando resulting in a crackling fizzle. “I agree, how about we make fireworks, Tech?”

Wrecker laughed at the code name. “Oh-ohoh, this’ll be good!” He finished off the droid currently fighting him with a drag of his knife through its chest plate.

“You’ll want to turn on your sound dampeners, Annie.” Tech backed up into the center of the room while the batch moved to surround him.

I followed suit, quickly slapping the button on the side of my helmet before slicing a droid barreling towards me in half. As we held off the droids from reaching Tech, the clone rapidly input instructions into his right gauntlet. Then a screeching, high pitched, terrible tone filled the room. Even with the sound dampeners on, I threw my hands to the sides of my helmet and flinched. Every droid in the room, whether they had been activated or not, began sparking blue as the sound eventually popped something within the machines like firecrackers. Wrecker laughed, a fact I only knew from looking at him since he was completely drowned out, while he clapped his hand against his blaster in applause.

Once the final droid broke down, Tech tapped a few buttons to stop the piercing sound. “There, we should be clear now.”

Beside me, I felt Crosshair sighed as he shook his head at Tech’s words. Under his breath he muttered something I couldn’t make out. But Hunter could, and he slapped the back of his brother’s back in response.

“Why not just an EMP, Tech?” My ears were still ringing.

“I don’t want to risk taking out any life systems with a large blast.” His head turned to meet mine. “We’re on a spaceship, Annie.” There was that matter-of-fact tone again. Although this time it was justly dealt out.

Right. I gathered my senses and followed the squad’s path towards steel doors. Before they opened, Hunter addressed us. “Everyone stay alert. If the whole ship hasn’t already been alerted of our presence, they’re about to be.”

He was proven right when the doors swished open to a slew of droids, aimed directly at us. The others immediately dived away from the shots, but I remained front and center with my lightsaber. Bolts reflected off my saber into the droids that sent them my way. Then, I force pushed the first few droids, knocking a patch down as the clones moved forward with my opening. Droid after droid fell as we made our way through the army sent to detain us.

“Tech, take Annie and Cross ahead and get to Vekek before she can escape. Wrecker and I will create a distraction.”

At Hunter’s orders, Tech flipped down his visor and tapped a button on his gauntlet. Once the desired information appeared, he started down the south hallway. Crosshair followed, now switched from systematically shooting down every droid to only taking down the ones directly in his path. As I ran behind them, I heard Wrecker’s voice bellow out followed by metal crashing together. Whatever those two were up to worked, as our path to Vekek’s lab remained fairly empty. We only ran into a few droids, which Tech made quick work of to Crosshair’s dismay.

“I let you take them down.” The sniper shoved his shoulder into Tech. I’d say it was playful, but the amount of force behind that shove made me doubt using that word.

“And my fastest reaction time beating yours in the last sim has nothing to do with it?” Tech’s eyes squinted as a grin grew under his helmet at his question.

“...be the last time…” My ears twitched at the mumbled words that came from Crosshair’s helmet. Before I could say anything, Tech skidded to a halt. We had arrived.

Dividers by Djarrex

#The Red Logs: Return to the Temple #star wars fanfic #crosshair x oc #oc x crosshair #sw tbb #star wars the bad batch #tbb fanfiction #tbb fic #long fic #the clone wars fanfic #tcw fanfic

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