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cupcakeslushie · 6 months

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Okay. I've been tip-toeing around this AU for a while now, but I just got caught up, and now I think I have a (decent) grasp on what's going on. So I wanna go over everything I know so far to see if I'm right or wrong on anything. Don't know if you'd be willing to correct me or not. Either way, I hope my mistakes can help you understand what to clarify to other fans like me. But, I also have some questions. You probably won't be able to answer most of them, but it's at least worth a shot.

First, where's Venus? Like, why is she not in your comics that are (sort of) separate frome the canon now story. The ones that skip to the future way after all the turtles reunite. Did she die? Did she escape? Is it because she wasn't introduced yet when you made those comics?

Two, why do you keep on making references to the future timeline? I know you're planning on possibly making your own stuff leading up to the events of the movie. It just gives me a jumpscare when I see certain...imagery in those comics. I guess you're hinting at what your version of the future apocalypse would look like, but it just hurts to see. Specifically in the comic explaining both the events and aftermath of the movie and the bad future timeline. It's starting to really confuse my brain as to where this story is headed. What's meant to be the main focus? The Hamto's reuniting? The aftermath? Or the future?

Third, did you make all those min-comics before you started the actual AU? Or did you do them during?

Fourth, are any of those mini-comics relevant to the actual story now? Or have you changed your mind on a few things? It's just that everything is so all over the place, I don't really know whether to trust if they're accurate. I know most of them are just there for funzies, but the longer ones concern me. I guess I'm just not used to the storyteller doing sequel, start, prequel, start, sequel, prequel, prequel, sequel, and then end. Or maybe it's just me, and I'm sleep deprived.

My little observation speech is gonna take a while for me to get out in your asks because when I get theoretical, my speech gets long, and my proper English goes down the drain. So I'll be back. I appreciate your work very much. Despite the pain it causes me, it's still amazing.

I’ll try my best to clear up what confusion I can!

1. As far as Venus. The answer is kind of a mix of, I was still figuring out her design and backstory while coming out with some of those early comics, and then, once I had that down, I wanted the boys to grow strong bonds as a main cast. That’s why a lot of the side characters are only making small appearances in the Sep!AU Life stories, as those are mainly for the boys reconnecting. (Usagi shows up the most because I love him and am totally biased towards him).

This maybe hasn’t been stated outright, but I wasn’t really expecting so many ppl to like Vee as much as they do, and now im trying not to spoil too much of her story. It’ll unfortunately just take us a while to get to the meat of it. Since the boys reconnecting takes up a lot of the early s1s2 story, Im trying to follow the familiar Rise blueprint of Draxum, Shredder, Krang, and then in s3 we’ll have crazy fun new stories with the extra characters.

Ive also decided to take this little nugget from one of the Q&As, and use it for Venus instead of Jennika. It was a much needed bit of inspiration to explain why Venus sorta disappears for a while and will go through some major physical changes (not yet revealed) before the family can figure out a way to reach her.

2. I’m not sure if you mean jump scared in a bad/triggering or neutral way, but if you need me to tag anything on those posts please let me know!

The glimpses of the future timeline, are being scattered throughout wherever they parallel the present story in little ways, but that’s only for now. As we get closer to the movie plot, bigger chunks of the future will be revealed, because the future versions of the boys will have a larger role to play in the present timeline. So we will need more backstory than what the canon got. And also I just enjoy drawing my future versions so sometimes I don’t think too hard on a reason. I just like throwing them at ppl with no warning or reason.

When s2 ends, I plan on collecting all the future related stuff that’s been released, and recapping it for easier reading. Right now, it’s just little sprinkles of foreshadowing to give ppl an idea that, ‘oh crap. The doomed timeline is a bummer’. In my mind, I guess i thought it’d be kinda like a fun scavenger hunt for clues, but maybe ppl don’t like that 😅

3. All of the side-stories were written as the main comic was/is being released. A lot of them resulted from asks that just spawned the need to expand on certain ideas, or a desire to give all the turtles their time to shine.

For instance, when I was doing Donnie’s section of the main comic, it was a good few months where we hardly saw anyone but him and Venus. I wanted to just mix it up, and give Raph some love with his ‘Raph Time’ short. When Leo was front and center in the main, we hardly saw the others, so Mikey and Donnie got their little ‘Secrets’ short (and it was also I fun thank you for EW making it so far in the tmnt sep competition).

4. Anything that has been reworked/revised or just plain dropped should have an ‘Edit’ note because yes—I have gone back and changed some things, but more so from the asks i got in the early days, and some movie idea drafts.

All the short comics done in the last year, especially the ones that are listed in my pinned post, are canon and fall somewhere in the timeline. They’re like supplemental reading though—extra meat to give the world and the characters more personality. They do have particular backstory plot and important info in them, but nothing that shouldn’t eventually be re-visited/repeated in the main story.

um I hope that cleared up some things! I know it’s kind of a crazy amount of lore. I’ve tried my best to organize it in the pinned post, huge timeline, and search bar tags, but I know it’s getting harder and harder for newer ppl to jump in as it just get bigger. Thanks for reading regardless!

#rottmnt #tmnt #ask slushie #separated au #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt separated au #sep!au infodump #ew au #Empyrean Weeping Au

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infizero · 4 months

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i talked about this in the tags of another post but yknow what it deserves its own - can we talk about the parallels between nine and eggman??? i'm dying to talk about the parallels between nine and eggman.

i am personally obsessed with the dynamic between tails and eggman and how they parallel each other in a lot of ways. i've recently been thinking about other possible similarities they could have, and then prime literally just came and proved my point.

it was this line that made me start realizing this:

SONIC: "Is this what you want, to spend the rest of your life alone with robots for friends?" NINE: "At least I can trust them."

i don't think i need to explain how Eggman that is.

tails and eggman obviously share the surface level traits of being extremely smart and gifted with technology. we know almost nothing about eggman's past, but it's likely he was very smart for his age the same way tails is.

but something that i've been thinking about ever since frontiers came out is a possible similarity between why these two are so drawn to technology. frontiers gave us arguably one of the biggest insights into eggman's character in the form of egg memo 17:

"I never really knew my cousin, Maria. Everyone spoke of her like she was very special. All that love for someone who was gone when I was! Right! There! But I have to wonder. Back then, was she anything like Sage is now?"

the implication that eggman felt ignored by his family/the people around him and that they paid more attention to his dead cousin than him has haunted me ever since the game dropped... the fact that so much of eggman's schemes have to do with having control, remaking the world the way he wants it to be, and always heavily center around his enormous ego, plastering his name and likeness everywhere........

...well, that need for control and personal recognition definitely has been recontextualized by this moment, to say the least.

recently i was thinking about this again and wondered if perhaps the reason eggman has such an affinity for machines and robots, and a dislike for living things, could stem from negative experiences with other people. and that perhaps the case could be the same for tails. "people treat me badly" -> "i don't like people" -> "machines are better"

the difference is that tails met sonic and gained friends fairly early on, while eggman assumedly didn't (whether by choice or not)

and now in prime, we have nine, a tails who never had friends. and what do you know! he's become an antagonist who is screwing over people and putting entire other worlds at risk in order to reshape the world into how he wishes it to be, and making robots to keep himself company. sound familiar?

a tails without friends results in essentially... eggman. so maybe there's little more to my ideas about eggman's villainous origins than just speculation.

NINE: "With the Paradox Prism, I'll be able to turn this world into a paradise... my paradise!"

[A picture of Eggmanland from Sonic Unleashed.]

#sonic prime #sth #sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #nine the fox #dr eggman #sonic prime spoilers #analysis

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erinelliotc · 1 month

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I was thinking about "A Fistful of Ed" because I always see people talking about how gay they're being in this scene. I personally never thought much about it because Eddy's using Double D's reputation as a bully to earn respect from the other kids and boss everyone around and that naturally makes him very excited and makes him cling to Double D (more than usual), which in the end doesn't change how gay the scene is because there was no need for him to be so nice to Double D and worry so much about making him comfortable in order to use him (like when he makes Double D his wife/romantic partner in his scams/plans. There's no need for this, it doesn't change anything in the plan, he just adds this part because he wants to). Double D is already his long time friend, he didn't need to act differently in any way to use him to his advantage, he just had to be around him as usual.

And before even thinking about ruling the place, Eddy's first reaction was to be impressed and extremely excited and admired by Double D, finding him very cool, and I'd say he even seems attracted to that side of Double D. With this vision in mind, the way he starts to act towards Double D from then on seems like someone "marking territory", wanting to show that that cool and strong guy already has an owner. Eddy's feeling like the luckiest guy in the world to be close to such a cool guy like him. The scene now has a "Look at my cool boyfriend who's going to kick your ass! You wish you had him, but he's mine!" energy. He also wants to be nice to Double D to please and seduce him.

From this, I conclude that part of his excitement is because he's actually genuinely proud and happy for Double D that he has finally become more confident and learned to be able to defend himself, something we know he really wanted to happen and tried to help Double D with in "Tag Yer Ed" (one of my favorite episodes because it shows how much Eddy cares about Double D, as he spends the entire episode, spontaneously, just dedicating himself to helping Double D be stronger and more confident because he can't stand seeing him being mistreated by others), and besides, I think he might find it hot to see Double D show an aggressive, strong, confident and determined side for a change, and that also makes him admire him more and think he's cool because it reminds him of his brother, the person he admires most in the world.

In fact, I came to this interpretation because I was reflecting more and this scene from "A Fistful of Ed" reminded me of a post someone made about a scene from "Tinker Ed" (a post that Danny Antonucci shared on Facebook by the way!!!) and made me draw a parallel between the two scenes.

The post talks about how Double D's smitten with Eddy in this scene. He doesn't seem like someone who's just happy for his friend, his expressions indicate that he seems to be melting with love for Eddy's unexpected kindness. He's completely touched by just seeing Eddy being kind, as if this were his weakness, something that makes him more attracted to Eddy.

But the impression I have is that Eddy's acting like this on purpose, trying to seduce Double D (maybe not from the beginning, but the moment he realizes that Double D is completely melting in love with him, he immediately takes advantage of the moment) because he was so inexplicably sweet in this scene, he never acts like that, but he knows how much Double D appreciates kindness. There's no heterosexual explanation (so much so that this episode's storyboard was made by Raven Molisee, so it was certainly intentionally gay). It seems to me that he just wanted to share a sweet romantic moment with Double D and wanted to melt his heart by showing him how kind he can be sometimes. Like, Double D says he's very proud of Eddy in the most passionate tone of voice possible, and Eddy immediately reacts by reciprocating and wrapping him in his arm, and the detail of his hand on Double D's waist always gets me. And Eddy even keeps showing off to Double D, bragging about his kindness, saying he's "all heart". And on top of that, Eddy saying "Right, Ed?", asking him to confirm what he's saying, why does he suddenly involve Ed in the situation? It seems a lot like that kind of situation where a guy asks his friend to help him win over his crush by confirming the things he tells his crush with the intention of seducing him. Like, why is he trying so hard to convince Double D that he's a sweetheart? I don't know any other way to interpret this other than him blatantly flirting with Double D. They exchange lots of touches and looks and end the scene walking away hugging each other exactly like a couple, and they do it so naturally.

Anyway, the parallel I wanted to draw when comparing both scenes was that in both they surprise each other with unexpected behaviors that please them. Eddy was attracted to Double D's supposed aggressiveness and determination, and Double D was attracted to Eddy's supposed kindness and sweetness. They're also both proud of each other in both scenes.

#ed edd n eddy #ededdneddy #eene #ed edd and eddy #eddeddy #eddxeddy #edd x eddy #eddyedd #eddyxedd #eddy x edd #eene analysis #my analysis #danny antonucci #raven molisee

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my-rose-tinted-glasses · 5 months

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Friday Ramblings

I don't normally do this but I have a couple of thoughts going on in my head regarding the last couple of days week in BL that I just wanted to collect them all instead of just doing it in tags.

Shadow

I'm pissed. I am a big fan of anything horror or supernatural themed stuff so I was really looking forward to this. (Don't even get me started of how disappointed I am at the disappearance of the other horror themed show I could be watching) And the first part did not disappoint. It was a strong first half, good set up of the different story lines and all the players and I was really excited about it. There was such good meta written about the show, and it turned out to be superior to what the show eventually gave us. (@wen-kexing-apologist specially gave us such excellent meta on this show that I wish they were in charge of the second half of this show) I agree with @lurkingshan about everything they said here. Something which I thought was interesting was that I think in this second half the show purposefully made the fake arm really obvious. I don't know if it wanted us to know before Dan but I also don't think it was an accident. But I'm also not gonna theorize about the reasons because I really don't care that much. The "BL" bait was just another thing that pissed me off. I'm not upset it's not BL, I'm upset because it was sold as such and no one will convince me otherwise. For a couple of episodes, at least, the show wanted us to think that Dan was falling for Nai. The prom moment was just fucking ridiculous. The parallels with October 6 could've been really interesting if there wasn't so much going on that it kinda took the weight of it away. One of the questions I like to ask myself when watching any media is - what is it trying to tell? Sometimes nothing and that's fine. It's pure escapism and there's absolutely nothing wrong with that. It can still be excellent. And sometimes it tries to say too much that it ends up not having a cohesive message and it all falls flat. Religion, communism, family trauma, homophobia, mental health, infidelity, teacher-student relationship, pregnancy, murder, police brutality, friendship, bullying, the oh so many supernatural elements, I could go on. You get the picture. So in conclusion, I am not happy.

VIP Only

It's cute. I like both of them enough and it's a good mellow way to start the friday madness.

Last Twilight

This show is surprising me so much. In the best ways. As I said before this pair didn't do much for me in the past but I've surrendered completely, specially to Jimmy. He was so good in this episode that I felt obligated to gif it just so I could keep watching his expressions.

That whole final scene just floored me. His eyes just carried that moment and that whole scene so well that by the end a lonely sunflower brought tears to my eyes. ( and I do not cry easy). After all the cute dates, this scene was a gut punch.

I'm just really stuck on this show, and it holds my attention all through the episode.

My Dear Gangster Oppa

This episode was silly, I couldn't care less about the gangster side of the story at the moment, I'd rather spend more time with the gamer friend group. Wahl got a bit of a redemption but I still don't like him. I liked that Guy stood his ground with Wahl and Tew, but hated the stalker behaviour. If you wanna go dude, just leave!

Sahara Sensei to Toki-kun

Japan my beloved. They just keep giving me all I need. Toki is giving me some Aoki vibes and I could not be happier. And Toki now has got two friends in his corner and I'm so happy. This one and Kinou Nani Tabeta are currently my main sources of joy and my heart is full.

Pit Babe I'd like to thank @pharawee for giving us the novel commentary because it makes it a bit less confusing while I watch this. I have no clue about omegaverse so a part of me is confused, sometimes bored, another part of me is just waiting for Jeff and Alan to be a thing and all of me is happy that Pavel is on my screen weekly.

Twins

This show is dragging and I'm officially bored. I don't mind a slow burn if the rest of the show can hold it together. But the team animosity is just tiring and annoying at this point, the side couples are not engaging ( a bj in the shower does not a side couple make) and for a show named Twins, I would like to see more of them.

Middleman's Love

I'm 99% here for the sides. They are cute, they give me some Ram/King vibes and I wanna see more of them. I was super happy to see Ngern again and the family dinner was a good moment. I don't have the patience for this sort of misunderstanding anymore so that ending annoyed the hell out of me.

(I'm watching For Him too but I have nothing nice to say, so I'll say nothing at all. And yes I know I just did that with Shadow but I was never that invested in this one)

Really looking forward to Kinou Nani Tabeta tomorrow morning and The Sign in the afternoon.

I wish all a great weekend and thanks for reading💜

(because I needed a good cry)

#rose rambles #last twilight #shadow the series #twins the series #bl series #thai bl #pit babe #sahara sensei to toki kun #my dear gangster oppa #middleman's love

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stestir · 23 days

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Heres my rant about Amethio age discussion and why I think the age range excuse is stupid. I should probably keep this out of the main tag, but I'm tired, sick, and angry, so idc.

Big really angry rant under the line.

So please can anyone explain to me why everyone thought that VAs comment about Amethio being a teen means hes between 13-19 and also 100% CAN be a 19 years old?

Cause English says that a teen is between 13 and 19? Well we all know that English has a lot of stupid stuff in it, so doesnt really count. Plus, quick reminder, this is anime. Japan. The meaning behind teenager could be very different here.

The difference between 13 and 19 years old is so contrast that giving Amethio this range in the first place is moronic. A 13 years old still needs to ask their daddy to go out with their friends. 19 years old already expected to pay taxes, move out of the house, is probably already on a antidepressants.

And the thing is, Amethio doesnt even act like a 19 years old! He acts like a 14 years old emo that tries his very best to look serious and is desperate for attention.

The whole his beef with Friede is a big ass example of this, that Anime just shoves into your face! Amethio becames irrated immediately after Friede stops giving attention to him, everything in his actions screams "Take me seriously!" He wants to be seen as a professional serious trainer by someone who has authority [ Friede ] and is hurt when it doesnt happen. Its literally how neglected children act.

Also the whole excuse with "B-but hes working with Explorers and has his own subordinates that he commands" GUESS WHO ALSO A MINOR BUT IS A BOSS OF A SHIP? ZUKO. The literal icon of redemption arcs. He also was casted away in the age of 13 and had a whole small army under his command. Does that make him an adult? NO. Both Amethio and Zuko are clearly special, thats why they both are forced into a weapon by their respective parential abusers [ Ozai / Gibeon ], and given some special privileges to make it seem that thse abusers love them, when in fact they are just using them.

He doesnt look like a 19 years old either! His body type barely resembles one of Friede or Spinel, both being a clear cut adults. And before someone says "Well I think that Friede looks 20 and that Amethio is just a really twigy guy" no hes bloody not! Reminder, this is pokemon, we have Lusamine and Cyrus that look like 20 and 40, but actually the opposite. And the thing is, Amethio closely resembles Silver with his body! Whos, yk, A CANONICAL 13 YEARS OLD.

What is more hysterical to me is when the Interviews AND Anime itself start to make parallels between Amethio and the kid Trio, whos, yk, OBVIOUSLY KIDS. Like- in both interviews before the big arcs the boy was compared to Liko & Roy [ And Dot, by extension. ] Amethio was literally called a kid alongside the kid Trio, [ One of the kids that still havent found their dream ] which not only makes him a minor, but also puts him the same age group with Liko, Roy and Dot!

And Anime situation is even more comedic. Khem khem. Literally an episode that got out not so long ago, 44. Amethio is called a spoiled brat by Sango [ Which already makes him a kid, but alas ]. Guess who was also called a spoiled kid? LIKO. BY MOLLIE IN THE ABROLIVA EPISODE. Liko, whos canonically we seen as a child child in the episode 18, was called the same thing as Amethio. I get that Anime tries to make parallels between them in general, but that doesnt matter to me now. The most important thing is - they are both viewed as a kids. Yk. MINORS.

Ending this, I'll say - Amethio is a barely 14, maybe at maximum 15, and he is sure is not a 19 years old. I'm sure hes in the same age bracket as Liko, Roy and Dot.

Also AmeFriede is the worst ship that deserves its own place in hell, alongside AmeSpinel. I hate both of these. They are bad from all perspectives.

[ Also, this is the angriest I felt lately, so I wont probably post any other rants like that. This is just me being beaten down by flu and projecting my anger towards this shitty and stupid "discussion". ]

#pokemon horizons #amethio #my insomniac rambles #My rants #Also this isnt targeted at anyone - this is just me being really fucking angry and ranting into the air

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sempsimps · 6 days

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mychael and reader

i love mushroom oasis the vibe as a whole and the aesthetic i love it so much. and of course the mushroom boy mychael himself, and day 2 got my thinking about things, so i think i got the character right maybe and this is probably my shortest fic but the most wholesome a little context is that my version of the mc is that the reason they don't go outside much is hay fever and they miss doing stuff becuse their parents didn't let them out much so when they go out with mycheal in day two the get a new excitement to being outside.

tags:

taking a hay fever tablet/pill

the fluffiest fluff you could ever imagine

obviously this game is 16+ i believe so if your not that age tf you doing here

but this is so safe a baby could read it but don't becuse swears ig

the sun bleared onto my face my eyes slowly twitch and i stretched my limbs my hand knocking into skin and somthing fell on my face lightly and my eyes flutter open a tiny bit obscured by green and blue thing on my face.

"ah, sorry firefly i didn't mean to drop that on you"

"mh its okay i'm sorry for falling asleep and... on your lap it seems"

mycheal picked up the thing that landed on my face and i slowly sat up, yawning while rubbing my eyes to rid the tiredness. i looked towards mychael he was making a flower chain using the forget me not's, it looked pretty the blue was a lovely colour. he finished the last part of it and placed it on my head it fit quite nicely and was right above my ears resting.

"aw thank you mych"

i brightly smiled at him before i stood up and stretched with a satisfying click in my back and shoulder yawning briefly.

"by the way how long was i out for?"

mychael looked up at the sky and hummed, figuring out how much the sun moved.

"about an hour firefly"

"huh okay, best nap I've ever had"

i looked around i miss being outside, as i kid my parents never really let me out and i had the urge to climb a tree. 'ah that one looks easy enough' running over to the stump of the tree, i skipped onto the lowest bit that stuck out it was close to the ground using it to reach a big branch that was sturdy and i hoisted myself up, using the tree trunk as a foot hold doing so i got up to where my elbows were parallel to the branch but my foot slipped and chipped some bark of causing my balance to faulter and my arms wrapped around the branch to stop myself from falling off. 'shit' my feet dangled and i struggled to get them back on the tree trunk as i wasn't very strong.

"firefly what are you doing? ah! let me help you get down"

i felt hands on my waist and i stopped kicking my legs he was trying to pull me down but i used that to get up into the tree, i now sat on it crossed legged

"thank you!"

"what are you doing firefly?"

"tree"

"i can see that but why?"

mychael tilted his head confused, which soon turned to worry as i stood up on the branch and held my arms out to keep my balance, while mychael was panicking beneath me. i just laughed and sat on the branch near the tip. my legs locked over, it wobbled a little as i hung backwards over the edge. i was upside down so my shirt fell a little and the crown slipped off 'damn i was hoping that stayed on' i was now face to face with mychael my hand went out to boop him on the nose.

"hiya, boop!"

"firefly you need to get down, you could get hurt"

his voice clearly had worry in it but at that i started to swing my body and tried flipping forward onto my feat, but ended on my back. luckily the ground wasn't too far away and i landed in the flowers and grass a little winded but okay 'ow fuck that hurt'

"firefly! are you okay that was quite a harsh landing, i told you to be carful. you've winded yourself"

i laid there for a second and mychael was quick to my side and helped me sit up slowly with, a careful hand on my lower back and arm. i just softly giggled.

"well that was fun."

"that was dangerous not fun, hey! take it easy firefly"

"blah come on, ive missed the outdoors let me have some fun, oh by the way is there a river near by? this weather is boiling"

"okay then.... yeah lets go i need a drink, but a are you sure your okay i know that fall wasn't high but still"

i didnt have time to respond becuse i sneezed and my eyes were getting itchy from the grass and pollen 'ah damn hay fever' reaching over to where the flower crown landed and i put it on mychael's head although a little crooked.

"i made this for you, why are you giving it to me?"

"oh im allergic to pollen and my eyes are getting bad. anyway! where is this river you said there was, lets go"

"wait your allergic? isnt that a bad thing?"

"yeah ill talk about it on the way"

he nodded and mychael lead me to a path to the right of where we were, slowly walking to he river. i told him what hay fever was.

"so basically I'm allergic to grass and pollen, and many people have that and its called hay fever. it can causes various things like a runny nose, red or itchy or swollen eyes, coughing and sneezing, so its like a cold but for like half of the year."

"that sounds awful...."

"yeah but luckily i dont have it that bad compared to others, like i just sneeze and get itchy eyes which hopefully will be solved by some fresh water and one of my tablets"

i always kept a packet of tablets on my person just in case, and luckily i didnt forget to have them with me when i left the house to find my cat, and they were quite secure in my slim pocket.

"tablet? that's a type of medicine right?"

"yep, very useful in this day and age for anyone really"

continuing to walk with the living mushroom towards a water source to hopefully keep down the uncomfortable allergy and maybe have some fun in the river, like throwing stones or somthing 'oh that sounds fun ill do that' soon i could hear the water, and mychael moved a bush out of the way.

"okay firefly, we're here"

"nice. this should help a lot haha"

walking over to the water i sat down and popped open the packet putting one in my mouth, and then swiftly cupped my hands and drank the water to get it down me, i swallowed it to get rid of any thoughts, as it was hard for me to take pills. afterwards i stood up and walked along the rivers edge slowly, coming up to a big boulder to sit on. it was partly in the water it made a nice effect in the flowing liquid and i was feeling better by the second.

"that should do it, and maybe I'll climb another tree"

"absoulutly not"

mychael gave a small sigh from behind me, not opting to sit on the large rock but instead sat besides it, near the side of the river. and i laid back taking in the pretty blue sky with minimal clouds. taking a deep breath in 'I'm gonna need more of those during the summer.... he might not like it but i rather not feel dead'

"hey.... mychael i'm running out of the tablets ill need them if im going to live with you out here"

"you want to live with me?"

"yes absolutely! i wouldn't have to pay taxes, and well society sucks"

"that's great! but what are taxes?"

"don't worry about it, but i need those pills other wise i might be really sick forever, becuse of the pollen and like its April now and only going to get worse over the summer"

"we can go get them now?"

"if you help me get some stuff from my house, as well as getting those pills, and i know you might not want me to leave- wait for real?"

i stood up quickly and stood over in shock as i held out a hand for mychael which he accepted standing up as well.

"are you sure i was thinking you'd get possessive and worry i wouldn't come back in like an hour"

"what? that's dumb you need that medicine, so why wouldn't i let you get them?"

"oh right..... god why did i think that? that was dumb! anyway we should get my meds"

i laughed at my overthinking brain and mychael joined in. and started walking in a direction and i quickly followed happily 'living in the forest sounds like the best thing ever'.

okay so i dont know how to end this one so there we go im so happy i finally got this out of my head its been stuck there for ages and now its out also thanks you to my friend who gave me motivation to finish this for them as a token and introduction into tumbler.

#mushroom oasis vn #mushroom oasis #mychael x reader #mushroom oasis mychael #mushroom man

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hugmekenobi · 10 months

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S2: The Bad Batch (1)

Chapter One: Spoils of War

Gif by @sergeantbandana

Hunter x femaleJedi!reader

Series Summary: Some time has passed since everything that happened at Kamino and you and the Batch are trying to figure out your place in the rapidly changing Imperial galaxy. And you’re having to do all this whilst figuring out where your relationship with Hunter fits into it.

Chapter Summary: Still tied and working with Cid, you and the Batch undertake a risky heist.

Masterlist for S1

Genre: Friends (idiots) to Lovers (we’re in the lovers stage now)

Chapter Warnings: Use of (Y/N) (will limit as much as I can), canon-deviation (with regards to certain dialogue aspects, timelines and who does what etc), the Force and Force communication working how I say it can, canon-typical violence, light angst and fluff

Word Count: 4.2K

Author’s notes: And now we’re onto S2! Please see this post for more details on it :) Very excited to be sharing this with you all and I don’t think I will ever be able to fully put into words just how much the support has meant! Warnings in italics are warnings that are going to be consistent in every chapter and so won’t be included from now on, only chapter specific warnings will be. Any new readers, please let me know if you want to be tagged! Enjoy!

When Cid had sent you all on this mission and you had seen that it involved a tropical beach location, you rather foolishly thought it would be a relatively simple task. Now, as the four of you ran from the screeching pod of crab-like creatures, you realised you had to stop thinking any mission from Cid would be straightforward. You came out onto the beach clearing and helped Echo up as he stumbled headfirst into the water’s edge before you kept sprinting.

“We went over the plan five times.” Echo said irritably to Wrecker.

“I got the package, didn’t I?” Wrecker replied indignantly.

“Just keep moving.” Hunter ordered.

You glanced behind you and saw more creatures emerging from the beach trees and they were closing in fast. You fired some shots behind you, but the impact was minimal, it merely forced them to go in their shells for a couple of seconds.

“Tech, we’ve got the cargo, but we could use some firepower.” Hunter called into his comm.

“Wrecker woke the pod, didn’t he?” Tech replied as he powered up the ship.

“Yeah, and they’re not happy. We need a pick-up.” Hunter requested as he too fired behind him.

“Copy that. We’re on our way.” Omega chimed in as she and Tech entered the ship. It was then that the tug on the fishing line grabbed her attention. “Tech, we caught something. And I think it’s big.”

“Release the line. We do not have time to reel-” He broke off as more of the creatures climbed on the ship’s windshield and the alarm started blaring. He tried to get the ship off the rock but one of the crabs had grabbed the line and wasn’t letting it go. The ship shuddered and he heard Omega cry out from outside. “Omega!”

Omega managed to grab hold of the line and stop herself from falling further. “I’m okay.” She called up.

“Hang on.” Tech said as he attempted to get the Marauder air bound. However, the presence of these animals was making it a very difficult task.

“They’re wrecking the ship!”

“I cannot shake them.”

Omega slid down further and the creature below her pulled on the line once more. She studied the scene below her and she knew Tech couldn’t get the ones on the ship off if she didn’t help so, instead of trying to climb back up, she slid down and used the momentum to jump over the creatures, tucking and rolling as she landed. She drew her bow quickly and fired on the animals destroying the ship, allowing Tech to get away.

The victory was short-lived as she heard more rustling and shrilling behind her and she saw that more were coming her way. She ran across the beach in parallel to where the ship was.

“Grab the line.” Tech said through comms.

As more creatures came to cut her path off, she fired onto one and used the way it huddled back into its shell as a means to jump and reach the line before the others could grab her. Clipping the line onto her belt, she continued to fire down on the creatures as Tech flew the ship to where the rest of you were.

“Tech, where are you?” You asked as you all stopped running upon seeing your path being quickly shut off by even more of the crabs. However, that swiftly became the least important question as the Marauder rounded the corner but with a distinct addition hanging below it.

“Why is Omega hanging off the ship?” Hunter asked, a hint of horror behind the question as he watched.

“It is an unscheduled study break.” Tech responded.

Omega had been pulled back up to the entry way of the ship and sent it back down whilst she continued to shoot at the rapidly encroaching creatures.

You all ran over to where the ship had stopped and let Wrecker secure the package before you all stepped on it and let it take you up to the safety of the ship.

Hunter sat down and took of his helmet whilst you stood beside him and removed your hood and mask. All of you were breathing heavily.

“I thought the beach was going to be relaxing.” Wrecker grunted as he collapsed over the container.

“Appreciate the backup, but try staying inside the ship next time.” Hunter said to Omega.

“I’ll try.” Omega took her hat off. “But it was still pretty fun.” She added with a smile on her face.

Ord Mantell.

“Greetings. It is I, AZ-345211-”

“Yeah, yeah, we know.” Wrecker interrupted as he made his way past.

“You are all quite late. Mistress Cid has been extremely vocal about her displeasure.”

“Well, there’s a surprise.” You and Echo muttered to each other as you followed the others to her office.

“Well, well, well. The space lugs decided to finally show up.” Cid said drily upon seeing you all walk through the door.

“Better late than dead, I always say.”

You didn’t recognise the woman sitting rather comfortably in Cid’s chair, drink in hand, with her legs up and feet on the table. “And who are you?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She replied with a smirk before she got up moved around the desk. “So, this is the top team you’ve been talking about? The rogue squad on the run from the Empire, huh? How juicy.”

“You told her?” Hunter said to Cid, his guard automatically going up.

“Don’t get twitchy.” Cid said dismissively. “Phee’s a friend. She’s the most trustworthy pirate I know.”

“Two things that don’t belong in the same sentence.” You grumbled, keeping your gaze on Phee.

Phee met your eye contact. “You’re exactly as Cid described you.” She said with a smirk.

You glared at her but said nothing.

“Aren’t clones supposed to look alike? So much for quality control.” She turned her eyes to each of them. “This one’s too big. This one’s too small. This one’s got a face tattoo.” She let out a short laugh. “Yeah, real subtle.” Then her eyes caught the one with the data pad standing at the end. “Oh. Hey now. Got a name, brown eyes?” She flirted.

Your jaw dropped and you eagerly awaited to see how Tech was going to respond.

Tech merely adjusted his goggles. “Tech. However, the phenotypic eye colour for all clones is brown. Iris pigmentation was not affected by our muta-”

Yeah, that feels about right. You thought to yourself.

“Well, as fascinating as this has been. I have places to be.” Phee interrupted before she handed Cid her drink. “You, let’s see those muscles in action. Grab that and follow me.”

Wrecker looked at Hunter for direction and when he nodded, he bent down and picked up the package. “Uh, y-yes ma’am.”

“And, Cid, that intel is not free. I expect a cut if your ‘top team’ comes through.” Phee said before she left the room.

“What is she talking about?” Hunter asked.

“And how much does she actually know?” You asked.

“Relax, she doesn’t know about your ‘situation’.” Cid replied. “Now, can we get into this? It’s your next mission. You lot are heading to the Outer Rim.” Cid pulled up a hologram of the exact place she was sending you.

You looked upon the image with utter disgust.

“That is Castle Serenno, the former home of Count Dooku.” Tech provided.

“Who’s that?” Omega asked.

“A Jedi who betrayed the Republic and led the Separatists in a war.” You spat. “You can’t seriously be expecting-”

“Leave whatever personal issue you have out of it and look at the facts. With him being dead, Dooku’s entire war chest is up for grabs. The Empire has already started pillaging his palace, but there is still time to strike before it’s all gone.”

You shook your head at her.

“Too much of a risk.” Hunter said. “You want that war chest? You go after it.” With that, he left the room and the rest of you followed.

You, Hunter, and Omega were by the bar counter and Omega was studying the data pad in front of her.

“What class of shuttle? Lambda or Delta?” Hunter quizzed.

“Lambda-class.” Omega answered instantly.

“Very good.” Hunter said proudly.

You watched them both with a fond smile. In the time since Kamino, Hunter had really embraced the role he had in Omega’s life, in fact you all had. The relationship you each had with her was slightly different but that was what made it work. Despite everything that had happened, the bonds between all of you had only grown stronger. Same went with Omega too. You had watched her grow from a young girl who didn’t know what dirt was to someone that was memorising every Imperial ship and who was more than capable of taking care of herself.

Wrecker’s voice grabbed both of your attention. “I’m in too.” The two of you looked over to see the others in a huddle with Cid.

“Good. Then we’re all in agreement. Now, all we gotta do is the other two.”

“Convince us about what?” Hunter asked as you both approached the group.

“Uh, well, we took a vote, and we wanna go after the war chest.” Wrecker said awkwardly.

“It’s unanimous. Even killjoy over here agreed.” Cid revealed, gesturing towards Echo.

Despite the situation, the edges of your mouth lifted slightly as you saw the affronted expression on Echo’s face.

“Serenno is Imperial occupied. We’ve stayed off the Empire’s radar since Kamino. Why chance it now?” Hunter said.

“You can’t let your little girlfriend’s social standing stop you from going anywhere with an Imperial presence.” Cid said bluntly.

“We’ve talked about that before and that’s not why, Cid.” You snapped. It’s not, right? You glanced at him, relieved that he shook his head. “There’s a bigger picture.”

“Exactly. Just cause you don’t like the guy that this stuff used to belong to shouldn’t mean you don’t go. If anything, that’s more reason to go. But more than that, the contents of just one of those containers would be worth more than all the jobs you pulled for me combined. You can buy your freedom.”

“We’re already free.” Hunter argued.

“It’s cute you think that.” Cid replied. “Clearly, you’re not paying attention to what’s happening out there, but I am. It’s only a matter of time before the Empire comes here. And then my little operation is over which means no more jobs for you.”

“She… does have a valid point.” Tech agreed.

“You wanna really be free? Then pull off this heist and you’ll have the means to disappear. No more risky missions. No more living hand to mouth. You can have a future. Isn’t that what you’re after?” Cid asked, her eyes shifting to you.

You want (y/n) to be craving a life you can’t give her? Crosshair’s words about you from Kamino still haunted his mind and he looked at you beside him, but you weren’t looking at him. You were looking over at Omega and then he too looked at the young girl. Living amongst fugitives where she’s constant danger? Again, the words of his brother came flooding back.

You sighed and turned to face him. For her?

And you, he mentally added before he nodded and addressed the group. “Okay, let’s go.”

The ship flew through hyperspace. Things on the ship were peaceful. Omega was in her room; Wrecker was napping in the co-pilots chair, and Hunter was watching the navigation console, with you in your bunk just behind it grabbing some rest too.

Echo approached Hunter from the cockpit and glanced up at Omega’s room and he looked over at you. The curtain in the gun turret was closed and your back was turned, and your shoulders moved in steady rise and fall so he figured it was safe. “I know why you agreed to this mission. But we can do better things with Dooku’s fortune than hide, Hunter. With what we’re up against, we have to be prepared to fight. That means numbers and weapons.”

“That’s not the kind of life this kid deserves.” Hunter replied.

“And you’re just thinking about the kid?”

Hunter shot him a look of warning.

Not to be dissuaded, Echo pushed forward. “Look, our lives are like this because of both of them.”

Hunter got up swiftly and pushed Echo back towards the hallway by the cockpit, his head turning back to see if either you or Omega had made any indication that you had heard that.

“Taking Omega off Kamino and sticking with her.” Echo indicated back over to you. “Was the right thing to do. But there are others out there who need our help. We’ve seen what the Empire is doing throughout the galaxy. We should be doing more.” Echo walked back to the cockpit.

Hunter sat back down by the console, unaware of the young girl peeking from behind the curtain and the fact that your eyes were wide open.

Serreno.

You departed the ship and donned your hood and masked before checking that your vibroblade and blaster were secure. You were trying to shake the guilt you were feeling but with little success. Now, you just felt a bit awkward.

Hunter sensed something off in your demeanour and he squeezed your hand. “Everything okay?”

“Yup.” You replied quickly. “Just want to get this over and done with.”

“So, where is this palace?” Wrecker asked.

Tech studied his datapad. “The city is on the opposite side of this mountain range.”

Hunter noticed Omega hanging back as you all began the walk. “Are you coming?” He put on his helmet as she started walking too but he couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something was off with both of you, and he found himself hoping neither of you had heard what Echo had said.

You all peered over the edge of the mountain path to see the city completed decimated.

“That’s the city? What happened to it?” Omega asked.

“Imperial orbital bombardment. Same as on Kamino.” Echo answered.

You continued to walk for a short time before you came upon the castle.

Tech pulled out his macrobinoculars and studied the scenes below. “It appears that they are beginning to transport the war chest off-world. Our window of opportunity is quickly closing.” He passed the binoculars over to Echo.

“There’s over 40 troopers down there.” Echo said after he stopped looking and stood up.

Wrecker merely grunted and pounded his fists together. “That’s nothing.”

“Stealth, Wrecker. Remember?” Omega reminded him.

The sound of engine’s powering up grabbed your attention, and you groaned as you saw the ships that served as a painful reminder of the incident on Daro. “I hate those ships.” You mumbled as you watched a couple take off and fly alongside the cargo freighter. The light weight of Hunter’s hand on your back provided you some reassurance.

“Imperial escort ships.” Tech stated. “The standard protocol for when high-level cargo is being transported.”

“Get to the nearest container and grab what you can.” Hunter directed. “We’ll be the eyes on the ground.” Hunter said, nodding towards you. “If things go sideways, we’ll divert their forces and buy you some time.”

You split up into your two groups and made your way down the mountainside.

You were uncharacteristically quiet as the two of you walked.

“Are you sure everything is alright?” Hunter broached carefully.

“Yeah. Just don’t want to be here any longer than we have to.” You deflected. “Come on, we should focus. We’re nearly at the shipyard.” You added, nodding ahead before you sped up.

Hunter paused for a moment and just watched you go. He really hoped you hadn’t heard Echo, but he knew you were right. There would be time afterwards to talk about whatever was going on. He got his head back in the game and matched your pace.

“In position. And the second transport’s launching.” Echo commed through as he watched with the others from the treeline.

You studied the group of soldiers ahead of you from behind the trees.

“We’ve got roving patrols. Stay alert.” Hunter advised back.

You waited a few moments to allow more ships to depart before you both covertly made your way down. You followed Hunter’s signal and the two of you split to sabotage as many of the ships as you could.

Running at a crouch, and keeping a look out as you did so, you planted your first explosive before moving onto the next ship.

The others had managed to successfully infiltrate the final transport, but they were needing to hustle since Wrecker’s action of stunning an Imperial soldier meant they were on more of a time crunch.

You attached your last explosive and got ready to leave but your eyes caught sight of a trooper checking out the ship you knew Hunter was just at, but you huffed out a relieved sigh when you saw that he was able to get clear before they spotted him. You used their distraction to swiftly leave and hop over the small wall and join Hunter back behind the trees. Now, you just had to wait for word from the others.

“CT-8808 report.”

The order chiming through the unconscious soldier’s helmet was the moment Echo knew their time was running out. “Hunter, I think we’re about to have some company.”

“Are you clear?” Hunter asked.

“Negative. We could use that diversion about now.”

“On it.” Hunter nodded at you, and you brought out the detonator and activated the charges, sending a series of ships up on flames and thankfully it worked like Hunter had intended. A rush of soldiers headed over to the sight of the destruction.

The two of you began to run back in the direction of the rest of your squad.

“We’re heading your way. Be ready.” Hunter said.

“Where are the others?” You asked urgently as you saw Wrecker was the only one to have appeared.

“Still in the container.” He replied, angling back to look.

The sight of the locked doors and smoke leaving the transport got your heart beating faster. You activated your comm. “Tech, the ship’s taking off. Get out of there.” You pressed urgently.

“Hurry, Echo.” Omega said anxiously as he struggled with the door mechanism.

“It’s externally sealed. I can’t open it.” Echo replied.

“Hunter, we’re trapped in the container.” Omega said fretfully. “We can’t get out.”

Those words had both you and Hunter turn to each other, and you were sure the panic behind your eyes would be in his own behind his helmet.

“On our way.” Hunter replied quickly.

“Uh, Boss? I think they know something’s up.” Wrecker stated.

The two of you followed his line of sight and saw that a series of troopers had now surrounded the container.

Hunter sighed. This wasn’t at all how things were supposed to go. He drew his blaster and set it to stun. “We’re done hiding anyway.”

You followed his actions and the three of you ran towards the cargo ship, firing a series of blasts as you did so.

The three of you climbed the ladder on the side of the ship as it took off, with you going first, then Hunter, then Wrecker. The troopers didn’t let that put them off and you flattened yourself against the railings as much as you could to avoid their fire whilst still sending back shots of your own.

You took a moment to see how the others were and panic clawed at your throat as you saw a round of shots being fired in Hunter’s direction, their aim focused on where his grip on the ladder was. One particular shot had him losing his hold and all that went through your mind was the terror you had felt on Daro as you once again had to watch him fall. “Hunter!” You cried out.

You dropped your head in relief when you saw he was able to grab hold of the last rung and hang over the edge. It wasn’t ideal but the alternative was far worse.

You were soon high enough to be out of blaster fire range, something Wrecker wasn’t overly fond of as he peered down. “Oh, I’m starting to regret this.” He said uneasily.

“We gotta go.” You said as you saw the ship getting closer to leaving the atmosphere.

“Go where?” Wrecker argued.

Hunter saw the castle approaching beneath him. “She’s right. Jump!”

The three of you let go of the ladder and slid down the cylindrical structure of Dooku’s castle. You and Hunter used your vibroblades to slow your descent and Hunter helped Wrecker as he held on to the edge of the platform you had landed on.

“This isn’t any better.” Wrecker groaned as he stood up.

Hunter watched the ship continue to fly away as he sheathed his blade. Already his anxieties were coming to life before his eyes. Something only made worse when he heard Omega’s voice through the comms.

“Hunter, where are you?”

“Sorry, kid. We got a little sidetracked. You need to get off that ship before it jumps to hyperspace.”

“If we gain access to the ship’s main hold, we could commandeer an escape pod.” Tech theorised.

“Do it.” Hunter ordered. “We’ll get to the Marauder and recover you.”

“It’s going to take a while.” You pointed out as you stared at the crowd of clones heading towards the castle as the fired up at you.

“Quick! Inside.” Hunter directed.

The three of you made your way inside the castle.

You all entered the decrepit and run-down main room of Dooku’s castle through a side door, and a shudder ran down your spine. His absence clearly didn’t equal the absence of the dark forces that surrounded the room. It was affecting you more than you anticipated. It wasn’t just discomfort you felt, you were physically cold too.

“This place gives me the creeps.” Wrecker said uneasily as he walked in further.

Hunter noticed the way you paused before fully entering the room and the way the hand on your blaster shook slightly. He signalled to Wrecker to move on ahead and he hung back. “You with us?” He asked gently as he allowed himself a moment to just be your Hunter and not your sergeant.

You exhaled deeply and rolled your neck. “Yeah. Sorry, I’m good.”

Hunter nodded at you before you both continued down the stairs further into the room.

The quiet was short lived, it wasn’t long before the main door opened, and the troopers began to fire on you once more.

The three of you fired back with stun blasts of your own and took cover behind the desk. The floor buckled slightly as you all landed on it, but you couldn’t pay it much thought, your focus was making sure those troopers couldn’t get closer to you.

“Any idea how we’re getting out of here?” You asked over the din of blaster fire.

Hunter looked around and noticed the cracked window and looked down at the floor and stroked along the edges. “We’re not going out. We’re going down. There’s a lift below us. Cover me.” He began to get to work on the console.

You and Wrecker focused your fire, giving Hunter as much time as he needed but they had reinforcements, and that time was rapidly running out.

“What is taking you so long?” Wrecker complained.

“I’m trying. Tech usually does this.” Hunter answered as he started multitasking between firing on the soldiers and activating the lift. He was finally able to get it moving but one blast meant the panel short circuited, halting the lift in in tracks. “It’s jammed.” He said irritably before he gave up and helped out with thinning out Imperial numbers.

“They won’t see me…” You said hesitantly as you stunned a couple more troopers before you took cover.

“No.” Hunter said firmly as he continued to fire.

“I can fix it.” Wrecker offered instead.

The two of you took a step back as he threw a smoke bomb which gave you and Hunter the opening you needed to gain the upper hand and it gave Wrecker the chance to begin jumping.

Realising what his plan was, your stomach dropped to the level you sure you all would be free falling to very shortly. “Wait! Don’t!” Your plea was short lived since the three of you tumbled down the lift shaft, Wrecker’s screams echoing around you.

With Plan A of the rest of you coming to their aid failing, and Plan B of commandeering an escape pod also failing, Echo, Tech and Omega found themselves back in a cargo container, hoping that by releasing all the containers, the re-entry boosters would slow their landing. The main flaw in this plan being not being able to control where they land.

“When are the re-entry boosters supposed to fire?” Echo asked as he let Omega through the netting of one of the containers before he followed suit.

“I think they should have by now.” Omega replied, nervous that they hadn’t activated yet.

“That is going to be a problem.” Tech stated as he struggled to keep hold of the netting on the outside of the container as it continued to plummet towards the ground.

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try-set-me-on-fire · 11 months

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Tagged by @devirnis for WIP Wednesday! Here’s a whole scene from proposal fic because why not… (vomit content warning)

Bobby shows up on the doorstep before Buck's first PT appointment after being discharged and Buck is hit by sudden intense gratitude for the stupidest possible reason. Ah, he thinks, thank god Eddie isn't going to see what I'm like during one of these. And then What the fuck, Buckley? Eddie did see him after that first session, and it's not like his patheticisms start and end within a 45 minute time frame and the clean walls and persistent disinfectant smell of Dr. Shelley's office. He's spent the last two days in a shivering little lump on the man's bed, sleeping 16 hours out of 24. He's not really sparing him anything he hasn't already seen. What, then? Spread the different facets of exactly how fucked up he is around? Like if no one has to deal with too much they won't get tired of it? Here, Eddie, you can have helping me go to the bathroom because I can't stand up on my own. Maddie, you get me crying whenever I see you or even hear you on the phone because you're my big sister so I get to dump all my feelings on you, that's fair right? Bobby, you can hear me screaming in pain, is that ok with you? You were there last time, I'm sure you'll do fine. It's too much for any of them. It's too much for Buck.

"You ready, kid?" Bobby says, with the softest little smile. God. Buck is going to fall apart into tiny, gross little pieces. Eddie can mop the floor and be done with him.

“Ready,” is what he says, knowing it sounds like a lie.

They have him walking between the parallel bars today. He remembers them, from his leg. They don’t start there, most of the hour is more stretching (ow) and fine motor skills practice (frustrating). But they told him at the beginning they want to get him walking again as soon as they can to avoid any further muscle loss or atrophy, and they want to work with him to see if they can figure out how much of his dizziness is from brain injury and how much is from vestibular damage.

Well, he’s up on the bars now and he couldn’t fucking tell you. The whole world is just spinning around him at a sickening speed as the physical therapist and Bobby both mutter encouragement, tell him to keep taking one more step, he can do it. Buck tries, he really tries, he wants to take these five steps on his own and for the doctor to tell him he’s progressing fantastically and to be tired but happy on the drive home with Bobby, both of them smiling and cracking jokes. Instead he collapses three steps in and vomits on the soft plastic-y blue floor covering. His ear is ringing and he only has a split second to feel humiliated before there are arms around him.

“Sweetheart,” Bobby is saying over the background hum, “Sweetheart, I’ve got you.” There are hands in Buck’s hair and he chokes out a sob. He doesn’t really stop crying until they’re almost back at the Diaz house, how he got from the office to the car a mysterious blur. Bobby is holding his hand on the center console. When Buck squeezes a little tighter he hears him sigh in relief and it almost starts the tears up again. Bobby is out of the car as soon as he's parked, hurrying around to the passenger side to help Buck to the house. He’d protested, days ago, about the need to rent a wheelchair until he could carry a little more of his own weight, but now he guesses getting rolled to the door is more dignified than Bobby having to put him in a fireman's carry.

He’d do it. Buck knows he would, Bobby would pick him up and hold him in his arms and carry him as far as he needed to go. Bobby settles him on the couch, handling him as gently as he would a child at a disaster site, running to bring him mouthwash to get rid of the bitter taste of stomach acid, finding saltines in the kitchen, pouring ginger ale on ice and procuring as if by magic a bendy straw in old fashioned, environmentally unfriendly, single use plastic. He sits on the coffee table in front of him, at attention, ready to appease any want.

"Thanks, dad. Bobby! Thanks- thanks, Cap," Buck slams his eyes shut and drops his head onto the couch behind him. The indignities never fucking end, apparently. He's stopped from withering away entirely by the warm weight of a hand over his own where it lays on the armrest. Buck opens his eyes. Bobby is staring down at their hands, jaw working, breathing through his nose.

"It wasn't even-" Bobby frowns as his voice fails, and clears his throat to try again. "I kept wishing I could be mad at you. Being reckless again, running into danger, getting yourself hurt." He exhales heavily, breath stuttering into a sad little laugh. "But I watched you climb that ladder. I kept playing it over and over in my head. You had three points of contact the whole time. Could have filmed it for a goddamn safety manual. It could have been-" his voice catches again, and Buck turns his hand to grab onto Bobby's. "It could have been any of us. It could have been any of us up there. All the stupid stunts you pull that you walk away from, and it's-" Bobby's free hand waves wildly into the room. "It's a random fucking act of god that nearly-"

"Bobby-"

"That nearly takes you from me," he finishes, squeezing Buck's hand. He's crying, and Buck thinks he might be again, too.

"I'm so sorry-"

"Oh, kid," Bobby says, leaning forward, gathering Buck up in his arms. “Nothing to apologize for. You’re right here. You’re still breathing. That’s all I need.”

Buck weeps again, into Bobby’s shoulder, his captain or father or good friend’s hand rubbing up and down his spine. He is still breathing. He’s still breathing. Bobby’s soft flannel shirt smells like grill smoke and Eddie’s couch is familiar beneath him, and Buck hurts and feels sick and dizzy, and he exists. “Bobby-“

“It’s alright. It’s alright.”

Bobby’s face is wet when Buck pulls away after however long it takes for each breath to stop aching so bad as it rattles in and out of him. Buck wants to say all sorts of things, most of which amount to I love you, but what comes out is a nod towards the TV and “You wanna stay for the game?”

Buck doesn’t even know what sports, if any, are on today, but Bobby seems to hear some of the other words he meant to say because he smiles so kindly at him and says “Yeah, Buck. Anything.”

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justagalwhowrites · 10 months

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Beskar Doll - Ch. 26: Making a Capture

Patience - and spy skills - pay off on Hosnian Prime. A continuation of Beskar Doll Ch. 1-25 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Female Reader

Warnings: Canon-typical violence. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI, 18+ only

Length: 2.9K

The next day was much of the same. You watched diligently out the window as people went about their lives on the streets below, fighting the urge to play with the cooing, babbling baby that was only a few feet from you.

You were starting to think you weren’t going to get anywhere with this when a young man - he couldn’t have been more than 30 - looked a bit cagey as he knocked on the door. It opened for him and he went inside.

“Mando,” you said, keeping the binocs to your eyes. “Can you see the door from here with the helmet?”

“Get something?” He asked, coming in close beside you. So close that his arm was pressed against yours. It took you a moment to remember what it is you were saying.

“Young guy just went inside,” you said. “Don’t think it was the quarry but…”

“But?” He asked after you were quiet for a moment.

“But I think he’s one of his buddies,” you replied, still watching the door. “It’s been a few years but he’s definitely familiar.”

Din tensed beside you.

“No, you can’t kill him.”

The man came out a few minutes later, still looking around cautiously.

“Not our guy,” Din confirmed. “But he’s the right age.”

“Can you track him from here?” You asked, keeping an eye on where he was going until he was out of sight.

“Tagged him,” he confirmed. You lowered the binocs. “What’s next.”

“We follow.”

Din stashed the kid - who was half asleep already - in his bag and put him on his back this time, closing him in totally as you scrambled to gather the few things that had made their way out of your bag.

You were rushing, going down a street parallel to the one the man had gone down, hoping he hadn’t turned.

“I’ve got him tracked, Doll,” Din said, voice steady. “Remember your resources.”

“I might need to ditch you though,” you said, starting to cut over to the other street. “You’re too noticeable.”

“No,” he said sharply. “Safety risk.”

You ground your teeth but kept going, stopping at the corner of a building and scanning the crowd as the lights of the storefronts around you turned on. The man passed you, not noticing you lurking. You smiled, giving him some time to get ahead of you a bit before slipping into the people behind him, Din at your heels.

He made his way through part of the city, you and the Mandalorian trailing him for a full hour. You’d sometimes grab Din and pull him into a shadow before falling into another cluster of people, trying to find other men who were at least close to the same height as Mando as you went. It didn’t help that he had a tendency to be a few inches taller than even the tallest people in a crowd. The man hadn’t seemed to notice the wall of armor stalking him, however. You almost scoffed. What a fucking amateur. You noticed him shift how he was moving before the Mandalorian did, quickly grabbing Din and pulling him to the side, tucking him fully into the shadows as you watched the man go into a building, apartments from the look of it.

“What next,” Din asked without asking, your hand still against his chest as you looked out on the street around you.

“Want to see all the ways in and out,” you said. “Then see if we can find a place where I can watch them all.” You looked back to him. “Can you stay put for just five minutes? I’d rather a Mandalorian not be seen prowling around outside the place. I promise I won’t go far.”

He considered it for a moment.

“Fine,” he said. “But com link on.”

You rolled your eyes but obeyed, flipping the link on with dramatic flair. You could feel him glare at you.

“What, you’re paranoid.”

“No,” he replied. “I’m experienced. Five minutes, Doll, then I find you.”

You glared at him for a second but started out. You tried to look unobtrusive, though you highly doubted the man you’d been following was looking for you. He hadn’t noticed you following him before, he wouldn’t notice you now.

In a happy bit of luck, the building only had two exits and a few units. Judging from the timing of lights coming on in the corner unit on the third floor up, that’s where he was. At least you doubted he’d be sneaking anyone in and out through windows. You made your way back to the Mandalorian.

“Where to.”

“Haven’t quite figured that out yet,” you replied, looking around you. Mando watched you, leaning against the wall. After a moment, you sighed. “What?”

“Nothing,” he shrugged. “Your hunt.”

“You want to say something.”

“If you want help you have to ask for it,” he replied.

“You know, this is a lot easier when it’s just me and not two meters of beskar just hanging out in the background,” you glared at him. He laughed once.

“Figure it out or ask, Doll.”

You glared at him for a moment before looking back to the building. The apartment across from the man’s lights were off.

“Stay put,” you ordered him. “Five minutes.” You turned to leave and then looked back. “Maybe 10.”

“Don’t push it.”

You went back to the building and tried the door, but it needed a code. There was a panel next to the door with unit numbers. You loosened yourself up for a moment before buzzing a unit that you were pretty sure had a light on and didn’t have the quarry’s suspected friend.

“Yes?”

“Hi, I’sorry,” you slurred, leaning against the wall beside the panel like you could barely hold yourself up. “I jus’ moved in and I can’t ‘member the code, would you mind letting me in?”

The man on the other end sighed.

“Don’t make a lot of noise.”

The door slid open.

“Thanks s’much!” You stumbled to the door. “I’mma buy you a beer…”

You didn’t wait for a response, finding your way to the lift and heading to the third floor, keeping up the drunk act. You stumbled your way to the unit you hoped was empty. There was no indication of anyone living there from the outside, so you took a guess at the key code - just four zeros, simple for people coming by to look at the place. The door slid open. Totally empty. You ducked inside and quickly closed and locked the door behind you, changing the code and bringing up the camera from the other side of the door on the panel. Perfect.

“Found a spot, Mando,” you smirked into your com link, couldn’t help it. “Go to the entrance, press the button for 3B and I’ll let you in.”

There was a pause.

“How did you do that.”

“Amazing what people will do for you if they don’t think you’re a threat,” you replied. “Much easier without all the armor…”

There was an almost exasperated sigh.

“On our way.”

If secrecy hadn’t been paramount, you’d have made him wait longer at the door of the building but, instead, you let him up and inside immediately, closing the door behind him.

“Good job, Doll,” he said, sounding frustrated about it. You smiled.

“I’ll watch the panel,” you said. “Should see him come and go from there. Feel free to nap.”

You could feel him glare at you.

“What?” You were trying not to laugh.

“You’re doing this like a spy,” he said.

“So?”

“It’s working.”

You smirked.

You watched the panel overnight, having a hard time keeping your eyes open but pushing through. When you’d trained, you’d stayed awake for three solid days once. Yes, you were a teenager then, back when sleep seemed like a choice more than a necessity. But you could do that again.

It was easier said than done now, though, and you had to focus to keep your eyes from crossing. You weren’t entirely sure how long you’d been sitting there when Din came and sat beside you, resting his back against the same wall as you.

“You should sleep,” you said, not looking at him, keeping your eyes on the panel showing the empty hallway.

“Don’t need it,” he said.

“Kid still out?” You glanced at him this time, picturing how his body looked below his armor in spite of yourself. He gave a stiff nod and you looked back at the panel.

“Bored yet?”

You laughed a little.

“I did think bounty hunting would be a bit more exciting,” you replied.

“Can be,” he shrugged. “Sometimes it’s this. Thought you’d be used to it with spying.”

“When you’re spying, the information is the goal, not the person,” you replied. “Can’t get away with watching from a distance for long, you have to be closer than this. At least, with the kind of work I did, anyway.”

Din was silent for a moment.

“Just how…” he paused. “Close did you get.” You frowned, confused. “To the people you were spying on. Did you have to…”

You frowned, actually turning your head to look at him this time.

“Din, are you asking me if I fucked the people I was getting information out of?” You half smiled. He didn’t say anything. You looked forward again. “No, never had to fuck information out of anyone. Definitely flirted it out of a fair few people but that was usually plenty to get them alone to capture them. Or get me closer to the person who needed interrogating.” The hallway was still empty.

He was quiet beside you.

“Why?” You asked eventually, staring at the monitor in the panel. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him and have this conversation.

“I just… don’t know anything about that aspect of your life,” he said, voice hesitant.

“The interrogation work or my sex life?” You teased. You felt him glare at you and you sighed. “Yeah, I know. You’ve seen some of the interrogation work.”

You were quiet for a minute.

“I mean, do you really want to know?” You asked, glancing at him. “I don’t know anything about yours, either.”

He shrugged.

“Not much to know,” he said. “Usually just a physical release when there’s a woman who’s interested.”

You nodded slowly, a sharp pain gnawing at your stomach. Well, you were a woman who was interested. Probably why he said he wanted you to stay. You were convenient. You could live with that. Better than any other option you’d had in years, in all honesty. You fidgeted with the seam of your pants near your knee and chewed the inside of your cheek.

“Not much to know for me, either,” you said, pulling harder at the seam. “Dagres was my first everything. And I was married to Kann, so…” `

“No one else?” He asked after a moment.

“I was a little busy trying to keep my best friend alive and then try to lay low enough that the Empire thinks I’m dead,” you didn’t mean to sound harsh but you did. You sighed. “But no. No one else until… well…”

You shrugged.

“Doll, I…” he began, but you cut him off.

“Really, it’s fine,” you said quickly. “I don’t want your pity, Din.”

There was a move on the monitor and you both focused on it, watching as the man emerged, looking around hesitantly before going down the hall.

“What time is it?” You whispered.

“Almost three,” he was just as quiet. You nodded once. “Grab the kid?”

You got up and reprogrammed the lock to all zeros again, like you were never here, and waited until you were sure he’d made it onto the lift before going into the hall.

You took the stairs down and watched him leave the building from the stairwell, following about 10 meters back. He went into a bar about two clicks away and you stayed in the shadows outside, watching from across the street.

“This is weird, right?” You asked, glancing up at Mando. “He was home, leaves in the middle of the night to go to a bar…”

“Good for meeting someone who doesn’t want to be seen,” he replied.

You weren’t waiting long when someone who - from behind, at least - looked like he could be your quarry.

“Think that’s him?” You asked, looking at the door he’d just disappeared into.

“Try the tracker,” he replied. “If it’s him, he’s close enough that it should work.”

You nodded once, pulling it out of your bag, pointing it toward the bar and flipping it on. It beeped and flashed. You glanced at Mando. He nodded once.

“Good work, Doll,” he said. “That’s him. How do you want to handle capture?”

You thought for a second, pocketing the tracker.

“We go in separately, me first,” you replied, meeting his eyes below the helmet. “I’ll see if I can get him outside. If I’m not out in five or you hear a commotion then you come in as backup.”

“You’ve got the com,” he said. You nodded once. He sighed. “Keep it on. I’ll go silent, at least then I can step in sooner if there’s a problem.”

“It’s going to be fine,” you rolled your eyes. “I’m armed and it’s probably not going to be four against one this time….”

“Doll,” he growled. “Safety. Com on.”

You pulled the com link from your pocket, made a show of flicking it on, and then put it back.

“Thank you,” he replied. “See you in five.”

You steeled yourself and headed for the bar.

It was quiet inside, only a handful of patrons left. Chellen and his friend were sitting at the bar, talking quietly to each other. You took a spot a few seats down from them, turning your head enough that they couldn’t see much of your face but sitting so they would see your figure. And the electrostaff strapped to your belt.

It didn’t take long for him to do exactly what you expected.

“Nice weapon,” he said, sliding up beside you. “Don’t see many of those around here.”

“I know,” you turned to face him, smiling. “I took this one a few years back, figured it was due for a visit.”

His eyes went wide and he stepped back from you.

“No…” he shook his head, looking over his shoulder to the man you’d spent the last day tailing.

“Didn’t I tell you to behave yourself?” You slipped off the barstool, one hand drifting down toward your blaster, the other setting the puck on the bar, the man’s face rendered in holographic light. “You ignored me, Chellen. I told you what would happen if you didn’t listen. Now, I’ve come to collect.”

The other man ran for the door and you let him go. You were pretty certain it was his vibroknife that had burned on Dantooine. He was hardly worth the trouble. The quarry’s eyes were wide and wild, weighing his options as you prowled closer, a hand close to your blaster. He decided to risk it, but he was slow, his blaster not even fully freed of its holster when your shot landed on his shoulder. You holstered your blaster again. The bar went silent beyond the man’s shout of pain.

“Guild business,” you said, still watching him, his weapon abandoned on the floor. “No need to be concerned.”

Chellen, to his credit, was still on his feet, a hand clutched to his injured shoulder as he looked for a way out.

“Running is a stupid move,” you warned him. “You’re worth more to me alive and I could use the credits. Make it easy on yourself.”

He ignored your advice, darting for the door. You sighed, about to give chase, when he ran smack into the Mandalorian’s armored chest. He fell back a step before grabbing Din’s arm.

“Please,” he said, words spilling from him so fast they were barely intelligible. “Please, kill her, I have credits I can hire you…”

The Mandalorian just looked down at him. You could feel the anger rolling off him. The quarry must have felt it, too, as he stepped backwards, closer to you. You resisted the urge to glare at Din. How was it that the Mandalorian became the bigger threat when you were what the guy was running from to begin with? A big man in shiny armor is apparently all it took to intimidate some people.

“Now Chellen,” you sighed, coming up behind him. He turned to face you, backing up as he did until his back was against the Mandalorian. “That was stupid. He wants you dead way more than I do. He wasn’t too pleased with the condition I was in the last time we met. He’s an eye for an eye sort of person…”

His head swung around to look at the Mandalorian as you pulled out the cuffs, slapping the first one on him while he was distracted.

“Lucky for you,” you said, grabbing his other wrist and quickly cuffing it before you started patting down his pockets. “I’m the one leading this hunt. Don’t try anything too stupid and you live. Break one of the rules Mando’s made up for you and you die.”

He gulped.

“Let’s go,” Mando growled, grabbing the man by the collar and hauling him from the bar. You retrieved the puck and put a few credits on the bar top.

“For your trouble,” you said with a nod to the bartender before leaving the bar, watching the Mandalorian haul the man you’d captured together toward the ship.

A/N: I did promise the balance between plot and smut would even out again eventually and that time is now! I hope you enjoyed Doll's version of hunting - and Mando's version of trying to not run the show all the time. And while we got no Din POV this time, next chapter opens with some so, for those who love to read from our stoic hero's perspective, he's coming back quick.

I'm super excited about the next big arc in their story. We're going to have a short, off shoot next chapter or two and then it's into a longer arc with higher stakes and very big moments. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do! Thanks for being here! Love you!

#fanfic #mandalorian fanfic #enemies to friends to lovers #slow burn #din djarin #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x f!reader #the mandalorian x female reader

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doomsdaydicecascader · 6 months

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please elaborate on your homestuck is like into the woods take because i read those tags and it blew my brain wide open i need to know more but like you are so right what if what you thought you wanted made you miserable and the story should have ended but it kept going and everyones dying horribly wow parallel of feeding the narrator to the giant and hussie being killed by and also part of lord english cant wait for homestuck to make it to broadway

so there's a sideways video that i'm kind of at risk of just repeating word for word from here, he explains it in a way i would just kind of idly repeat when describing the musical construction here

so here's that: the musical moral of into the woods

and you're correct about the "what if what you thought you wanted made you miserable" and "the story should have ended but it kept going" and "kill the narrator" but it's also in its judicious establishment of shorthands. in into the woods, this is in its musical expressions - "i want to go to the festival", "there are giants in the sky", etc etc. each character and each narrative arc is given a leitmotif that keeps the audience on track even with a billion characters running around. and ultimately, the expression of the theme is in relation to these little leitmotifs. these shorthands are deployed to great effect in homestuck too.

vriska is a blueblood whose relationship to breaking eight balls causes her to have snowballing bad luck, something compounded by her complex cycle of revenge, started off by the author figure for her narrative, doc scratch, which is something she overcomes with her ascension to god-tier and then defeat of english in act 7. but when it comes to breaking those eight balls, addiction is a powerful thing.

equius is a blueblood whose relationship to breaking bows reflects his unbendable adherence to rules, an arc that ultimately ends with his submission to the power structures of the world he grew up in, asphyxiated by the broken bow by a highblood he could have summarily defeated if he could have simply just, bent the rules. but addiction is a powerful thing.

jane is a rich girl (blue-blooded, natch) whose relationship to her brands is obviously toxic for herself and her friends - in her introductory pages she's inundated with subliminal messaging, groomed into being the perfect heiress by her imperious condescension, who is actively using the crockercorp brand as the means to reach out to jane. and wouldn't you know it, brand loyalty is a powerful thing.

and since vriska and equius have opposing relationships to this idea - vriska overcomes it, equius doesn't - it creates ambiguity as to how jane is going to relate to it, but there's no question as to whether it's gesturing at the same ideas. and evidently, she doesn't overcome it, at least in the homestuck epilogues, but it is a pattern, it's a beat hit intentionally.

it's this construction of homestuck as a reiteration on itself, repeating itself in new ways that express the story being told that makes it *really really* comparable to into the woods imo, just as much as any of the things you mentioned. also, this is just a bit more shallow, but one of the ways homestuck is divided on the map page is into "sides", side A before they break the fourth wall and side B after, and it just as easily reflects acts 1 and 2 of into the woods, splitting into this "narrative done right", and the ramifications thereof. pretty fun to think about

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ober-affen-geil · 1 year

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Ok so having just started the Murderbot Diaries series by Martha Wells I was going through the Murderbot tag here and noticed 2 things. 1) people yelling about respecting Murderbot's canonical and consistent touch-repulsion but not really supplying any alternatives and 2) at least two pieces of art of what seemed to be people attempting to either respect (charitably) or get around (uncharitably) Murderbot's touch repulsion by having it "link" or "hold" pinkies with someone for comfort.

As someone who is....not exactly touch averse or repulsed but certainly touch neutral (it's not something I flinch from but it's also not something I seek out or really enjoy) I thought I could provide helpful insight for both points: namely, "here is how someone who doesn't enjoy touch would prefer it to be substituted because humans are pretty touchy feely and getting your brain around someone genuinely not enjoying that is tough" and also "this is why touching just pinkies is not the loophole you think it is".

Keeping in mind this is more meant to be for fic reference, but if it helps with insight for real life that's great too. For clarity, this is based on my experience which is mostly for sensory reasons and is not in any way trauma related; others may have different experiences.

I will start with the pinkie and why that's........super not great actually, because it will help get into the headspace which will help with "what to actually do instead".

The thing is, linking pinkies as a substitute for holding hands, which seems to be how it's being used here, does not "get around" touch aversion because it's not enough contact to "set it off". It actually does the opposite (for me). Now I have to be hyper aware of how much my pinkie is curled, how high am I holding my hand, how far away from my body is my arm, does it feel like I'm pulling on *their* arm or hand or pinkie, is my hand sweaty, do I have an itch, I can feel my joints creaking as I struggle not to move too much lest I dislodge them...etc. If the point was to offer me a point of contact that was small enough for me to be able to not notice it too much? It failed. Badly. I'd rather have a full body hug.

Linking pinkies doesn't work as a loophole because it fundamentally misunderstands the main source of the touch aversion: concentrated hyper awareness of the body. The smaller the touch the more tightly concentrated the awareness is, and the worse it will be. It's also a non-standard kind of touch which means there is NOTHING to go off of in terms of what is wanted from you, aka its a very difficult touch to "perform" (yes I'm talking about masking). Edit: Also! Your fingertips and finger pads are *designed* for sensory input! And are a part of your body that is nearly almost always uncovered! Which means a) practically GUARANTEED skin to skin contact which is Worse and b) congrats, you picked one of the few areas on the body that is Designed To Tell A Person They Are Touching Something.

What a touch averse person would prefer, if you wanted to offer comfort or convey affection, is to first and foremost *not to ask them to perform for YOUR comfort/frame of reference to begin with*.

Words of affirmation, a simple hand gesture (such as placing your hand over your heart), literally just asking them if they want to talk, sitting in silence with them (engaging in parallel play), or perhaps offering a blanket/comfy clothes/food are all much better ways to actually offer a touch averse person comfort or intimacy while also still respecting their boundary.

Actual "loopholes" in (my) touch aversion include incidental contact that doesn't last and is ignored/meaningless to all parties (such as brushing past someone or being in a crowded space), the "mom" override (when I know someone really needs physical comfort in that moment which, tbc, is doing fuck all for me and is entirely about the other person), and functional necessity (such as medical attention or grabbing someone to help them up or keep them steady). (In case anyone was keeping track, Murderbot has shown all of these "exceptions" to my knowledge.)

I just. Hope this helps with understanding the mindset instead of just being beaten over the head with "respect touch aversion or you are ableist" because i do understand its hard to wrap your head around. But we deal with it so frankly, you can deal with it too for a change.

#Murderbot #the murderbot diaries #Touch aversion #Touch repulsed

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dotthings · 1 year

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With Rob there in a 70's wig as the keyboardist of the band, yeah sure it could be Chuck and he's enjoying all this drama immensely, that's likely. It's creepy. But once again I need to do a reminder: Chuck does not force people to have feelings. He doesn't implant feelings. He moves events around the Winchester family, puts obstacles in, he can make things move physically, he can even force a human to move a certain way but he cannot make them feel what they don't feel. There was a ton of bad takes about this during the run of the mothership while antis kept trying to claim things like--Saileen is noncon, roofied into loving each other, when it was Eileen and Sam's real feelings all along. Chuck made a spell, a piece of paper, fall out of one of Rowena's spellbooks at the right moment, the rest was all them. That all was expressly canon, antis still kept shrieking it was noncon and Sam and Eileen didn't really care about each other and weren't really falling in love, that it was all Chuck.

That was antis being objectively incorrect and anti-canon. And that is the argument some fans of TW are reaching for again to deny what John/Mary actually is.

It already had become clear me on TW that John and Mary's romance is not cupid roofies. I've been saying this for a few months.

They were not forced to feel things.

They were not forced to fall in love.

Trapped in a maze, they ran their own race.

Mary tells John she needs more time. After seeing her friend Carlos almost having to sacrifice his very soul, and then when he refuses that path, Carlos almost died, and then Carlos serenades his friends, who are his family, Mary is shooketh. It made her think. Carlos sings to this rag-tag group of hunters who mean everything to him. He's lost a lot, had to lose some of his dreams, but gained a lot. Carlos leads with his heart and he's very loving.

It's after Carlos' song that Mary is able to go to John and act on her feelings she already has, but she was afraid. Mary, who Samuel said is so stubborn and will go head-first despite danger, when it's about killing monsters. But when it comes to feelings, and being close to people, especially her romantic feelings for John, she's scared.

Nobody roofied Mary into going to John and reciprocating.

Not Chuck. Not cupids.

Seriously, guys, so much of fandom is clinging to the idea that JohnMary is a manufactured romance where their feelings aren't real.

A lot of us thought that. I know. It's based on bits and pieces of information the mothership dropped, it's understandable, but if you look back now, you see how much was assumptions. Old school fandom made assumptions, newer fandom made assumptions.

And now TW is spelling it out loudly and clearing that up. It's not a retcon, it's a clarification and filling in blanks. We only had bits and pieces before and assumptions.

The love was real.

Their conflicts and problems were real.

They loved each other and they had a lot of problems, the marriage was troubled, and there's reasons for that. They both have issues.

What about any of this is real, we are.

Destiel shippers don't want to admit how similar these two love stories are, while TW keeps throwing Destiel parallels. It's not that canon is saying these two love stories are identical, but there are things in common some shippers don't want to admit. But also, what else are these parallels saying.

They are both romantic love stories.

Trapped in a maze but the feelings are real.

They love each other but the relationship has problems, conflicts, things that pull them apart.

TW is knocking on Destiel shippers' doors, you can answer or you can pretend it's not, because you're scared to be hopeful, about what TW is saying to you.

*****Also please don't diminish Carlos' emotional importance, the very self-evident impact he has on his friends, on Lata, on Mary, on John. Which was an A plot of this episode, the ep was very Carlos focused.*****

Don't ignore Mary starting to sob when she thought Carlos was about to die, John's anger on his behalf, Lata's tears, or how John, Mary, and Lata were all entranced by Carlos' song that he sang for them.

It moved Mary and it helped her get past her fear and she went to John and was able to reciprocate.

Nobody roofied her feelings.

It's just feelings.

#mary campbell #john winchester #john x mary #carlos cervantez #destiel #spnwin #the winchesters #spnwin spoilers #spnwin meta

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broomsticks · 9 months

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help needed??? i've been in fandom for 5 years and i still haven't proper *proper* read a femslash fic???? i'm not counting side relationships and established relationships. shame on me, i know, but i'm here requesting for a guide because i thought i could start anywhere, and then realised i didn't know what i wanted - or who i wanted to watch fall in love. which is.... sort of absurd, like i'm a multishipper, and i have female faves too. anyway! would you be so kind as to rec your fav recs, fics, or metas, or fav ships so i could jump aboard one?

many thanks in advance 🤗

ykw i actually think i get what you mean anon. especially in HP fandom, where so many of the main characters are male and so many of the important relationships are het or between two male characters, you do have to make a special effort, go out of your way almost, to consider female characters. and then in that light femslash seems almost - contrived? forced? and not only is that not fun for a lot of people, there’s also the side of ‘am i just rehashing amatonormativity again???!’ you just can’t win, etc

all of which is to say, if you (more so anyone else reading this) don’t feel particularly drawn to femslash, especially in the HP fandom, that’s okay! maybe think about trying out more original media that centers female characters and relationships between them—i’ve recently loved both a league of their own (1940s american girls professional baseball league! so much canon wlw) and house of the dragon (dyke drama with dragons! canon is only het though) for this—but, meh, your fannish brain wants what it wants. ❤️

THAT was a really long way of saying: that’s why i think probably the first fic that really unlocked my femslash brain was this 200k longfic by @hawksquill, Luna Lovegood and the Forgotten Circle. it’s tagged luna/ginny but is really more of a luna centric AU, set parallel to the canon timeline. several canon events happen ‘in the background,’ like the chamber being opened in COS and sirius escaping pre POA, but luna is the main character, with a prophecy centered around her, and the story basically completely diverges from canon by the mid Hogwarts years. the main cast is almost all female characters: luna, her mother, ginny, mrs figg, mcgonagall, gwenog jones - everyone from bellatrix to lavender! really opened my eyes to the potential stories that could be told with the little scraps and tidbits of characterization given to these female characters.

have a little excerpt from chapter 17 that i still think about way too often:

“If you could have magic, like with a snap of your fingers, would you do it?” “You know, I’ve wondered about that for a long time. There will always be a part of me, a large part, that thinks I should say yes in an instant. But there are a lot of scammers trying to prey on us Squibs, and we have to be careful. And we ought to remember that fairy tales teach us to be careful what we wish for, particularly when we are offered something that seems too good to be true,” Mrs. Figg reflected as she added the valerian root and passed some to Luna. “So I suppose that if I were to get magic after all this time, I should want to work for it, so I could truly appreciate it, and be sure it was real. Which is why I keep pottering on at the Circle, and why you all think I’m such a fool.” “I don’t think you’re a fool,” Luna said quickly, but the lie tasted bitter on her tongue, and she was sure Mrs. Figg could sense it too.

(theres like a million and one things under the read more)

a couple of shorter femslash recs that hew slightly closer to canon:

Two Quaffles Pub by @thistlecatfics: postwar, cho and ginny meet at a bar and get to talking about what they have in common. harry. quidditch. michael corner. definitely not war trauma and definitely not unhealthy coping mechanisms!

tags: sometimes you get drunk and trauma dump on your ex's ex at the gay bar, and then make out in the bathroom. messy trauma recovery, Getting Together, not the healthiest of relationships but c'est la vie

“The war impacted me too. Just because I don’t spill my war stories to random girls in bars, doesn’t mean I don’t also have my shit.” “Tell me, then,” Ginny dared. She leaned across the table, staring at Cho. “I told you about Tom, the man in my body when I was eleven. What have you got?” Cho knew she shouldn't let this hot woman - no - hot mess of a woman bait her. Not when she was already feeling the alcohol. Not on a date. Well, this wasn’t a date, whatever she had implied earlier. She was not on a date with Harry’s Quidditch star ex who, apparently, had more trauma than anyone knew and a bit of a drinking problem to match.

hermione/ginny: it’s practically canon. they share so much gossip, they share a tent in GOF. here's a sweet untitled vignette series, Ginny is all warmth and strength and movement.

i’m not normally overly one for friends-to-lovers, but i really enjoyed these postwar parvender + werewolf lavender brown fics. again more established relationship than falling in love, but it’s not implausible to imagine given canon basis and there’s plenty more relationship development story to tell!

beautiful enough for the both of us by dirgewithoutmusic

like the careful undressing of love by comosum

Where Roses Bloom by monetstcroix

some marauders era: first thing that came to mind was alice/narcissa, actually! pre first war canon compliant is a fun space to play around in, because it’s circumscribed to an extent — you know you’re writing a doomed angsty romance, you know you’re reading a doomed angsty romance, you know where this story is headed but until then, until then, there is room to put your own stamp on things, your own interpretation of “how it might have gone”

Alice, Look at Me by Rollercoasterwords is probably the definitive marauderstok fic for the ship;

Devil's Snare by endocrine was written in 2015 and has several similar story beats/HCs!

Flying Lessons by Phantomato is a postwar andromeda/rolanda hooch i raved about recently that does a great job of pulling from canon and delving into some aspects of postwar trauma not often explored.

some other i never really thought about these!! ships i’m personally very fond of/ very intrigued by:

myrtle x mcgonagall: their student years at hogwarts overlapped! katie x cho, they were yearmates and both quidditch girls!

the (cho/)fleur/angelina/tonks “older than golden trio” girls. cho/fleur (delachang) and flonks are the biggest ships (and i have a couple more flonks recs later), but any of these dynamics would be fascinating, imo.

there is a limited amount of room to play around if you aren’t open to softening the lightning gen slytherins (in the way a lot of drarry fandom does, queer lightning gen cuddle puddle) (which i do get, i personally have to be in a specific mood for it) - but if you are, there’s a ton more fic! on the longer end too, because the character journeys are typically longer.

i say that and here's a <3k sporty feels cho/pansy, HOT AS FUCK

absolutely impeccable pansy/ginny double drabble by @nanneramma

delightful post war luna/pansy day at the beach

if the slytherin x gryffindor dynamic does grab you and you’re okay with that level of ‘canon what canon?’ - there are a number of longer ginny/pansy, pansy/hermione, millicent/hermione, etc. that are as well crafted, plotted, worldbuilt, etc, as any drarry fic of that length - i’m particularly thinking of the largely 25-50k range written for WLWBB!

some of hp femslash’s best kept secrets, imo: the incredible inventiveness of some of the rarepair fic - particularly those written around maybe the early-mid 2010s, though there are some in every year. examples:

Independent Love Song by Writcraft: Millicent Bulstrode is a tailor and Ginny is losing her mind over a woman in a tweed blazer and burgundy brogues.

A swagger, a twinkle, and a fine arse on a broom by Woldy: Tonks lets her eyes linger on Hooch's spiky grey hair, her shining leather boots, and thinks If that woman's straight, then I'm a monkey's uncle.

Stylemagic by Woldy (luna/tonks): Who would have thought that Charing Cross Road was style central?

City Life by holyfant (tonks/ginny): They travel, find each other and themselves.

& since you mentioned meta, i have to shout out holyfant's essay for @femslashrevolution: Towards A Darker Femslash

I wanted to continue to write smaller pairings and explore female characters, too. And I did, but the point remains that when I look at my story stats now, it’s clear that my f/f stories are shorter in word count and are less varied in their plot and execution than my m/m stories. All this to show that I am 100% part of what I am about to describe: not a problem, per se, but an observation that I think is useful to be aware of and think about. The fact is that femslash, across fandoms, remains a niche category, and that while there are great amounts of people who read and write almost exclusively m/m this is barely ever the case for f/f.

i also really liked this other one On the personal as normal; on the normal as political:

I think one thing that stands out, from a majority of my interactions on this issue through the years, is the perception that the act of writing relationships among women is inherently political, in a way that the act of writing about relationships among men is not. The $64,000 question: do I agree with this? Are electrons particles, or waves?

going to close this off with one of my self indulgently favorite femslash, both ship and writer: i am in love with the way montparnasse writes second war fleur/tonks and how reminiscent it is of first war wolfstar, the tension of attraction set against the tension of the war. vibe quote included, because either you like her style or it’s not your taste - but if you do, there’s nothing quite like it!!

Six Penny, Seven Stone: Timing is everything. Tonks's was always just a little bit off-kilter.

Fleur accompanied her to exclusive pureblood parties that summer, posing as a personal assistant or dear live-in friend to Tonks’s erectile dysfunction potion heiress while they listened to one of the Yaxleys moan about the dilution of sanctified old blood and got handsy over hors d’oeuvres. Still Fleur seemed disappointingly unaffected by her spectacular breasts in a vicious push-up bra or the Dietrich-esque raised eyebrow/lit cigarette combo: she made advances and spurned Tonks’s and eventually after reporting to the Powers That Be after nights out ruffling robes in enemy territory they ended up at a neon-sleazy diner or got takeout and ate it at one of their flats—Tonks in Southwark, Fleur in Camden—until they fell asleep at opposite ends of the couch after sharing a joint or chamomile tea and watching X-Files and EastEnders reruns. In theory, they kept to their own sides as well as they could, but in practice, their limbs did often wander.

Obscure Topography: Sometimes, Tonks realizes, coming at each other from awkward angles makes you stick, elbows and all.

Sometimes, when she’s either very drunk or feeling particularly soppy, she feels like she can slow time itself down to a sluggish, tipsy trickle, where nothing else matters but her own beating heart and the turn of the world, or—here, now—Fleur’s skin and hips beneath her skin and hips, moving to a rhythm of their own, no time like what your body keeps in its hollows and curves. The brush of a thigh takes hours; the glide of fingers riding over ribs, and she loses track of the day. War and worry and shattered nerves are nothing next to this, meaningless without the strange, humorous patchwork of two hearts beating out of tune, where the radius of the whole world condenses down to the bed and they’re the only women alive in London for a while.

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