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itsdappleagain · 1 year

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GUESS WHAT TIME IT IS??

THATS RIGHT IT'S TIME FOR THE STICKY RICE CAPER!!!

Alright, I'ma be honest here- there are a few episodes in CS which I just NEVER rewatch, and this one is kind of one of them. I don't know why. The start of Season 1 just never really invites me to click on it...BUT I DON'T KNOW WHY!

Every time I DO watch them I really like them!! So weird little mental block. ANYWAYS you know the drill by know let's get crack-a-lacking (or crackle lacking...his memories lmaooo)

WOO HOO our first caper episode!!! I love the caper formats- such a staple of the series (at the same time I wish we'd have gotten some deviation sometimes for...character based episodes or something but oh well).

OKAY HEY HI HAVE I GUSHED ABOUT THE INTRO ENOUGH YET BECAUSE I WILL NEVER EVER SKIP IT. ITS SO GOOD. THE BLACK AND WHITE WITH ONLY THE RED THE COOL BADASS MOMENTS THE AMAZING ANIMATION THE SCENE DESIGN HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

see the intro sets up a sort of mystery and finesse about carmen's character i wish we actually got more!! like she seems so mysterious but they infodump everything about her onto us in the first two episodes immediately. i promise ill stop complaining about the infodumping thing now though

okay also but the moment in the episode when it match cuts to carmen walking from the tower to the crosswalk its sooo fucking gooood

Carmen Sandiego Fun Fact: That guy who's Agent Zari's partner in Season 1 and shows up sometimes is actually not one guy but three identical ones who keep switching out

OH also the shift into color as she looks up godddd its so good i will talk about the intro more than the fucking episode

also the!! she does the thing from s2 e1 in the intro!!! in rio!!

the tone of voice she uses when she says "looky-loos" i didnt know that word could be kind of hot

i like how offended she sounds "I DID" djfdhasfdg shes like player of course i fucking did what do you think i am an amateur

calling vile sleazy is so funny as a kid (13 yo) watching for the first time i thought sleazy was kind of a bad word (its not) and it caught me so off guard

zack's first line....its so zack

ALSO i love the intro cards so much i didnt mention it last week (two weeks ago?) but theyre so fun

carmen: hey we've got a tail

zack: im going to shake my ass all night oh yeah

i love how little carmen is doing about the acme agents shes just like zack can we not :/ we KNOW she can do shit on boats, seeing as she clotheslined devineaux in s3 or whatever she did. threw a tree at him. what the fuck did she do to devineaux i dont remember

zack: HOW TO DRIVE A BOAT SAFELY (continues talking whilst not looking where he's going)

the background couple that gets doused with water twice as the boats go by and then are never acknowledged again are so funny why didnt they have more funny background moments like that jadshfgahdsgah

imagine if acme had actual projectile weapons like idk tranq darts carmen would be so arrested immediately

ivy did it first (talking about the suez canal)

love how ivy didnt need to have that beard on at all. really didnt honestly. she should have dressed in drag more actually i think

can you imagine the thoughts going through zari and jawline's heads when the frenchman turned into a 20 year old bostonian

THE BEARD WAS ONLY FOR THE CLOSE SHAVE JOKE.

how the hell did they scale the side of that boat

i like ivy's dumb orange cat energy in jumping 30 feet off of a barge without looking

i do agree with whoever else said they wished she'd gotten a better intro though. i don't think they quite knew what they wanted to do with ivy, and by the time they were like "hey maybe her thing with red drone is because she like builds stuff or whatever" they kind of. only got to relay that by having baby ivy go "hey we should give that lady a gun" in the boston tea party caper

the combination of three languages <3 never change ivy

"while i picked up carmen at the train station" okay so the river they're driving on is the river seine, right? its right by the eiffel tower as we see. fun fact: the nearest train station? 4 minutes away or less! cool detail

ivy definitely had time to get him food just saying . also still confused about why carmen took a train to paris but ive already hounded that detail last week so whatever

carmen completely blank faced saying "yum baguettes" to tease zack is so funny you didnt have to do that

i relish the intrigue and enthusiasm in carmen's voice when she goes "SO off to indonesia" we don't even see her face but she sounds so excited to go there agh

infodumping sections beloved. ive actually learned so much from them. we were talking about coffee and how it can be called java and i was like "OIHOOHOGFOGIHOOGOOGOG JAVA IS AN ISLAND IN INDONESIA HOME TO "THE BIG DURIAN" OR THE CAPITAL WHICH IS JAKARTA"

player: i have cool facts!! this is so cool!

carmen: i stopped paying attention five minutes ago actually sorry about that my thing now

so interesting btw that all records of acme agents are taken off of anything?? why dont they have identities anymore??

how?? did the cleaners manage to get crackle out if he "only woke up moments ago" which implies that someone like. watched him do that. moments ago. the cleaners just sliced a hole in the wall again like they do in s4 jkhfkhsadf

i like how devineaux thinks carmen would go after the gigantic blue diamond but also steal some more aussie shmuck's wallet AND his train ticket for good measure

the mints were suck a weird little thing to have devineaux have and i love that he had them?? idk if it was for the sole purpose of julia following them to the ACME Closet TM but theyre a cool little character thing that i kinda forgot about (bc the writers did too after the very start of the next season lol)

is crackle implying that he has crawled through sewer tunnels? is he referencing the shawshank redemption? is he referencing black sheep crawling through the drain pipes?

bellum is so funny "I AM LASER FOCUSED" (swimpes through fifteen unrelated tabs that are actively open) adhd icon

hey by the way why did she have missile launch sights and bomb tests and gun blueprints open. because. why didnt that ever go anywhere. i know she's orchestrated some of the most strange but also deadly capers in the show but. i. okay

"the student formerly known as black sheep"

PLS BELLUM IS SO SHORT

part of me wonders if shadow-san intentionally breaks up the height slant to make him feel out of place. if they wanted everything to look cohesive he would be sitting...maybe after malestrom. but he isnt, hes on the end and his height, in the lineup, is jarring compared to the slope of everyone else's.

mael also has some pretty good nicknames for her

love that one of their finest operatives is a year-in-the-field catgirl

the little silent laugh carmen does when zack starts reminiscing about how they met awww

r&d they make it sound so sinister. it means research and development

hello trailer scene. i love how carmen runs off screen for the trailer shot and then slows down to walk with them immediately because she actually has to be in the scene

the animation when she said "plan a" was so snappy

#feminism red drone is a she

(a bunch of lights flashing and making pew pew noises)

zack: STATE OF THE ART???!?!?!!

just kidding zack love ya

that tracking shot of red drone going through the lasers?? mwah

red drone out here with a strontium nitrate fire damn

what was their plan if someone was at the lab

that light moving behind them as they walk forward into the labbbbb

SEE theres the transition sentence for next ep!

what braincell of zack's saw a pile of white rice in a petri dish, first thought "that must be someone else's food" and then thought " i should eat this stranger's petri dish food"

also i am in love with how he just was about the bite down on the whole dish at once

the teeny tiny twitch of carmens teeny tiny nose as she sniffs the petri dish dahdjhdsdsg

cleo's capers: im going to steal four dresses >:)

bellum's capers: i will cause a famine for the entire population of the fourth largest country in the world and force them to either starve or submit to me via creating a monopoly of overpriced rice which is shit quality but their only choice, and will do so by releasing an untested superspore which hypothetically could mutate and wipe out all life on these islands if all goes wrong. teehee cat videos

zack and ivy's dialogue sounds like. you know when a teacher presents a problem and then in a really dumb vice they suggest an obviously bad solution? that

"we're thieves" ivy tomorrow you're going to tell a goat that your boss's name is carmen san jose and then almost die five times in the next week

ivy's so supportive. no braincells on planning but such a cheerleader /hj

here we see the majestic long-necked ivysaur stretching her neck for a leaf

pls zack looks so hungry and sad

"so vile can make a quick buck hehaha she has a surprise coming 😌"

she looks so hot when she jumps on the roof of the jeep and then jumps off a cliff. well right before anyway lmaoo

loook

ok just thought the glider mechanic was cool. anyway

VILE HENCHMAN WATCH THE FUCKING ROAD

"HYASSSSSS" tigress never change

i love that they kept the consistency in the boston bean caper that tigress wasnt there- just the gays

tigress free plastic surgery!! good surgery? no. but free

i love when cs does high motion shots and the background just becomes one streaky color

zack driving down the cliff so true actually

ivy saw carmen climb on the hood and jump off a cliff and did the same thing. ivy dont do that

i also love the consistency of ivy being able to pick locks. she's been able to since the boston molasses disaster caper

carmen almost falls off of very quickly moving vehicles quite a lot

yes i would thats why im asking pls this show

carmen isnt really so much protecting the face as dodging very quickly and hoping

the animation of the car swerving as the durian hits it 👌

i like how immediately ivy goes flying and ZACK COULDNT SEE THE WHOLE TIME??? HOW DID HE NAVIGATE THAT TURN

that weird "eYAHOO" ivy makes is playing my my head 24/7

vile ops constantly have carmen in situations where they could do anything and they just let her do whatever. tigress. you had her hands bound and she was under your control why did you kick her in the back

also i love how carmen is getting batted around all day but tigress kicks her once and she can't get up

ivy and jumping 30 feet into vehicles

ivy's voice when she shrieks about the durian is so cute

ok its 4:30am im sorry im gay

why are there so many roads that go to the same place

"sky rockets" what other kind are there

carmen u literally have a glider you could have NOT shot the tire and caused zack and ivy to almost crash and die

love how zack hits her with the car

me too honestly zack and ivy

HELP?

i like how the car is at normal speed but carmen is in slow motion at the same time

PLS THE TIRE TRACKS ON THE GROUND WHERE ZACK SWERVED

this episode doesnt even get to what specifically vile is doing for the caper until 16 minutes in and its still good i love it

zack and ivy changing the tire just like their racing days </33

what time of year is it that player was contemplating both new years eve and 4th of july

chase is like a bad parent like julia says something and then chase calls it her fault ihgahsgajds

the glare julia shoots chase jshdgsh

i love when she's sarcastic

the way she stares right at the camera when she says "details are lurking just out of view somewhere in the shadows"

OHHH THE MUSIC FOR THIS EP IS REALLY GOOD

why do they keep putting ivy high up. poor ivy

"tigress, you know the rules. but i will say them again for the audience's benefit"

fedora the explora!!!

that kick had to hurt so bad

just imagining carmen on her new phone on like. facebook tapping "unfriend"

the way carmen just takes tigress out wheeze

cat lesbian <3

this fight is honestly so good

POOR IVY

THIS FIGHT IS. SO. GOOD. I LOVE HOW THEATRICAL IT IS

the confused looks as they keep playing music kills mee

the curtsey and the way carmen just keeps lying there for a little while for the dramatics is hilarious

tiny layering issue

and here (and once more too lazy to ss it tho)

love how she lit that match with her finger

also love hot the fuse just gets eaten. no burnt rope only FIRE

i wonder where?? like under lock and key...where?? po box?? lol

poor zack hasnt eaten in a day

oNe jUmPy RoO

the please from mael...ugh

mr. crackle

the poor sad puppy noises gray makes in the chair jdgsahdgds

that mindwiper really honestly sounds like shes gonna just kill him. yeah crackle it wont hurt. we're gonna send u to live on a farm

CHIEF ON THE OTHER END GOING "again" THATS SO FUNNY

PLAN B

Okay sweet!! Solid episode. See ya next Saturday wink wink its not 5am on sunday i promise i didnt stay up for 5 hours doing this

#csweekly #carmen sandiego weekly #carmen sandiego

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narcatsisst · 3 months

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Since you wanted some questions:

1. Do you have a favorite cat breed? If so, why is that one your favorite?

2. Do you have any pets?

3. Which pride flag (can be for a queer identify or disability) would taste the best, and what would it taste like?

4. What accomplishment are you most proud of?

5. If you could say one thing to everyone in the world, what would it be?

Sorry if these weren’t what you were looking for, but I had fun writing them, so I hope you will have fun answering them.

THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED THANK YOU i love all types of cats tbh. i love tabbies and orange cats and black cats. but like the last two are more colors and not breeds i dont think. BUT if i had to choose i would probably say tabby. but second up is definitely black cat because my aunt has this black cat and hes the sweetest nicest cat ive ever met. i love him so much and its really sad my aunt lives far away because i wish i could see him more. I DONT HAVE ANY PETS :((( i really want a cat though, but my dad keeps saying things about how the "house isnt clean enough" (even though it literally is. my room is a bit messy but thats like, my room) but i really Really really really really want a cat i want a cat so much thats a hard one.... i really like the boygirl flag but like any flag with berry colors is pretty good. i actually have synesthesia, mostly with letters/words to colors, but sometimes i can like actually taste colors. which is pretty cool but also annoying sometimes because some colors taste really bad accomplishments.... also a really hard one. living this long i guess? life is super hard but honestly i didnt really expect myself to make it this far lol. and also, being more true to myself. in 7th/8th grade especially i was in a big battle with myself because my npd traits and low empathy/sympathy/compassion were really coming out and i thought that i was just a terrible monster of a person that didnt deserve respect. and now i still think that sometimes but im getting better at being kind to myself!!!! if i could say one thing to the entire world, i dont really know. it kind of depends on if i want to be funny or nice. if i wanted to be funny i could say some ominous thing or something. if i wanted to be serious... i would have to think about it tbh. and it would depend on what was happening in the world at the moment. these questions are great... thank you so much /gen

#goofball rambles #goofball answers

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originalwinnercheesecake · 1 year

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One more list of backround character palisman choices

Some spoilers for season 3

Pairing palisman to witches has been one of my favorite things to do in The Owl House fandom. I have done about 3 lists so far. A “first guess list” I did pre-Hunting Palisman (Amity and Mary the sheep horned abmination student were the only ones I got right). Then a list involving the palisman that did not go home with witches in “Hunting Palisman”. My third list was one I did for all the adult characters, based on their personalities and headcannons some of their actor’s had given. Well in honor of Stringbean hatching I want to make a fourth list for all the teenager’s/young adults whom we have not yet seen with palisman.

Amber’s palisman: A fruit bat. I have seen some people in the fandom nickname the youngest of the bard trio “baby bat” due to her ears, fangs, and wings. I love this, so I want to keep that little theme going with her palisman also being a bat. I piked a fruit bat just because I think their little fox-like faces are cute

Derwin’s palisman: A Newt, possibly a firebelly newt for its cool look and rebel sounding name. So I really want the the original 4 BATT’s to all have a different type of animal palisman. Raine’s voice actor already said Raine would have a penguin (a bird), Katya has a herculean beetle (an insect), and above I said Amber would get a fruit bat ( a mammal). Then that means that Derwin should get either a reptile or an amphibian. I am going to reference Amphibia here: I headcannon Derwin as being most intelligent of his trio (Katya being the caring one, and Amber being the brave one) because he wears glasses and his name is super similar/derived from that of a famous scientist. And in Amphibia the newts were the scholarly race

Blight Twins. Okay so originally I wanted all three of the blight siblings to have cats, with Emira having a black cat and Edric having either a gray one or a tabby. Then that turned into Emira still having a cat but Edric instead having a small dog. But earlier today I saw the tweet that said the writers wanted to give the twins a butterfly and a moth. Which is funny because in my adult witch list I said that if the little brown rat was not Alador’s paliman, then he should have a lunar moth palisman. Now I am just imagining ghost with a gaggle of bugs, rodent’s, and Stringbean, who’s default form is a snake... All animals cats usually try and hunt/catch, but these ones are her family. lol.

Moving on, the person said that the reason we haven’t seen the twins with the two bugs is that they crew cold not decide which twin should get the moth and which twin should get the butterfly. Well choosing to believe them, I can decide: Emira gets the moth. Edric gets the butterfly. Now let’s talk breeds.

Emira Blight: A prometheus moth. It took approximately 5-10 seconds for me to pick this breed of moth for Emira. Prometheus moth’s are brown feathered moths with eye like images painted on to the back of their wings. Emira is such a watchful person. She does so much to try and take care of Ed and Amity. In season 2 she honestly seemed like the closest thing her siblings had to an involved parent. I think it would really cool if she got a prometheus moth that literally had eyes on the back of its wings, and it either followed just behind her or sat on her scalp, and was treated like Emira having eyes in the back of her head.

Edric Blight: A red spotted purple butterfly. They are actually blue with black edges and orange spots. They look kinda like blue Monarch butterflies. In contrast to his sister, just looking through butterfly breeds on google to find him one did nothing but overwhelm me. So to try and cut it down I decided I wanted to give him a blue butterfly, since he has blue magic. There are like 50+ types of blue butterflies, but I found the red spotted purple butterfly petty high on the list and picked it. It has three colors to its wings, just like Ed has three track colors on his school uniform. 2 of its colors even match 2 of Ed’ tracks. So a red spotted purple butterfly is Edric’s butterfly.

Matt Tholomule: a white Rat. So a rat was my original pick for him just because after 1x09 the fandom kept referring to him as “the construction rat”. Now that we have seen more of his skills and personality, the animal just continues to suit him more. Rat’s are, sneaky, good at building, really smart (seriously rats are actually incredibly smart rodents.) and fast little creatures. I say with all the love in the world that Matt is a rat gremlin. Originally I was going to pick out a breed of rat that was black or dark grey to match Matt’s color scheme better... Then I realized that that would look similar to Micky Mouse. No. Adrian Graye, who was written as a vessel for the creators to express their disgust/frustration for Disney’s producers, is the only character who a Micky Mouse palisman works with. Give Matt a white rat that looks nothing like Micky.

Steve: Hedgehog palisman for Steve. He was on my last list, where I suggested a scorpion palisman. I have since been unsatisfied with that choice and want to change it to a hedgehog (I will give all the Tholomule’s rodent’s). I looked at its meanings and a hedgehog is literally perfect for Steve. A hedgehog is a tough little creature but also non aggressive, so is Steve. Totem wise they are seen as vessels for positivity, and Steve likes to cheer for people. But also a creature who likes peaceful outings. Europeans view them as representations of victory over evil forces, which can be represented with Steve choosing to walk away from the Emperor’s coven when he no longer believed in The Emperor’s rule.

Vee Noceda: A mocking bird. Oh y’all thought I wouldn’t include Luz’s siblings on this list? No chance. I have seen more fan art on Tumblr of Vee with Stringbean than Luz. So many people have been commenting about how the egg hatched into a mythical creature that is so similar to a basilisk, and how flattered Vee will feel when she meets her sister’s new pet. Guys Stringbean is Luz’s. Vee needs her own palisman. I did want to give her something that could learn to mimic other creatures similar to how Vee does. I also thought about birds, because Vee mentions playing with Masha and a flock of birds at camp in one of her letters to Camila. Put both of those concepts together and you get Vee with a little mocking bird palisman.

King Clawthorne: A bunny. He can have one too, once he gets old enough to take care of it. I am sticking with my first idea that once King becomes old enough to outgrow Francois he gets himself a bunny palisman to be his little buddy instead.

The Collector: A multicolored parrot. Yeah if King was going to be on this list then his new baby brother had to be next. Anyone who has watched 3x02 can see how at his core the collector is just a lonely little kid who is afraid of being alone. If you know about Parrots you know that they are long living birds who develop close bonds with their owners to the point where they want to be by their side always. A parrot could spend all day every day playing with the Collector and they would both love it.

Hunter: Well of course the first thing I want to know is if, since he has flapjack’s spirit, can he carve a new palisman body for Flap and put him into it. In “Hunting Palisman’s” Hunter said he wished he could chose his life for himself, and that bonded him to Flapjack. Well in “Thanks to Them” almost everything he said he would like to do with his life involved palisman. He still needs one and there is no room left in the show for him to mourn Flapjack and get to a point where it is believable that he would be ready to get/make a new palisman.

But let’s say that either A.) It is possible for Hunter to carve Flapjack a new body and he carves something other than a cardinal, deciding that both he and Flapjack should have knew looks for their new lives. Or B.) the Owl house gets spin off material and somewhere down the road we get a comic of Hunter going through the process of mourning Flapjack, and coming to terms with what happened. Then eventually getting to a stage where carving a new palisman wouldn't be to painful. I have seen a lot of people suggest a wolf. That good, but I want to suggest on final tribute to his fallen friend’s old forum. A black/dark brown wolf with red feathered wings. Palisman do not have to look exactly like the animals they are based off, and so far canine palisman haven’t. The green skinned fang kid has a unisus wolf, and Jarbo has a unicorn dog. So why should Hunter carve a plain old wolf when he could do a black and red Pegasus wolf?

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eenadu-varthalu · 2 years

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Just realized I listen to the songs but I’ve never seen Kandukondain Kandukondain (Priyuralu Pillichindi) in its entirety before, so here are my thoughts watching it? (I’m watching it in Tamil, so dialogues and songs are gonna be referenced in Tamil? Because I know there are some changes in the Telugu version)

*cheers* MAMMOOTTY MAMMOOTTY MAMMOOTTY MAMMOOTTY 😤😤😤

No no Tabu you’re not going to be alone, I promise, if no one I’ll be more than happy to be yours 😭

LMAOOOO HE DID NOT JUST GET TWO CATS MARRIED (this is legit gonna be me. Don’t get married, get everyone around you married)

I— damn this movie really said bisexual awakening (and we’re not even 30 minutes in)

Okay, I’ve never been a huge Ajith person before BUT DAMN HE LOOKS SO GOOD IN THIS MOVIE

Kannamoochchi Yaenada but the duet version with K.J.Yesudas >>>>>>

AISHWARYA RAI IS SO SO SO PRETTY AHHHH

*screams* ENNA SOLLA POIGIRAI ENNA SOLLA POIGIRAI NAYAMAAAA NAYAMAAA??? *concerned roommate noises in the background*

Awwww major bala is in loveeeeeeeeee 🥺🥺🥺

No but his little grin when he can’t say he doesn’t love her 🤌🏽🤌🏽🤌🏽

Whyyyyyyy does Abbas recite poetry like that??? Like the meter is off? (Also Vikram dubbed for him??? That’s cool!)

You say Abbas my mind goes to the harpic ad

This scene just got 100 times better with Hariharan singing Chuttum Vizhi in the background

Honestly mood: I too would walk in the rain like a mad person if I stared at aishwarya Rai for that long

LMAFOOOOO I AM MAJOR BALA, MAJOR BALA IS ME!!!

Meenu: *all romantic* “Kanamma” (means darling or sweetheart)

Major Bala: “ah yes Kannamma, she gives very good massages, your leg will be set in a day”

Srikant: *kisses hand* the cure is some rest and two Bharathiyar poems

Major Bala: *with an amputated leg* “who am I to give advice about injuries? When I jumped off the helicopter at the war…”

Okay Srikanth is a baby and a walking red flag. Like bro it’s okay to make mistakes, why are you so butthurt about it?

And the mom defends him!?!!????

“Orchids are a hybrid. They’ve had an inter caste marriage” BAHAHAH IM DYING

Okay Srikanth’s red flag might’ve just turned orange

THE GRANDPA DIED? Nooooooo. (I’m sorry no one listened to you tatha)

AND THAT IS WHY YOU SHOULDVE LISTENED TO THE OLD MAN

Ohhhhhh is Srikanth bankrupt?????

Mammooty’s acting in this movie is good 👀👀

Awwwwwww I love the montage!!! AND WE GET THE DUET BABY LETS GOOOOO

Nooooooooo she’s no longer principal?? Damn the brother and sister in law are assholes

Yassssss queens berate the sis in law

Tabu is a programmer? WE STAN WOMEN IN STEM

Awwwww Major Bala is so sweet man 😭😭

MADAM YOURE STILL NOT OVER SRIKANTH!? Yeah no his orange flag just turned bright red.

Bahahaha dude I love his plan to get the address

“Kolathur James Bond” 😂

The songs in this movie man *chefs kiss* 🤌🏽

That’s it. I’m starting a Major Bala fan club.

WAIT NO I LOVE HOW THEYRE LOWKEY CALLING OUT HOW SOME ACTORS TAKE OVER THE FILM

Can the mom shut up about the bad luck crap?

Side note: I told my mom I was watching this AND APPARENTLY ITS HER FAVORITE MOVIE????

DAMNNNNNNN HE JUST TRASHED THE TITLE SHE CHOSE????

I feel so bad for Tabu’s character now 😭😭😭😭

NOT HER JOB— oh wait never mind. Raghuvaran is a king

YEAHHHH JAMES BOND BACK ON DUTY

THE BROTHER DIED!?!??!!?? Dude heck yeah!

Ooooooo SRIKANTH??!!!?? Was he ever gonna tell her?

SHE FALLS INTO A GUTTER?

Awwwwwwww Major Bala 😭🥺🥺🥺🥺 YEAH FINALLY MY MANS GETTING RECOGNIZED

HES SO PROUD OF HER

“what do I know about poems? ask me about AK-47s and fertilizers. I am a hi-tech farmer”

HE WANTS AN EXTRA MARTIAL AFFAIR? Srikanth is a walking and glowing red flag

“God handed you over to me saying, I am giving you this green eyed angel, take care of her.” BYE. IM BAWLING MY EYES OUT ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY

“Will you?” “I will” AHHHHHHHH

Oh my god we get to see domestic Major Bala and Meenakshi YESSSSS 😭

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

“Flight cancel, program cancel, ticket cancel, we’re gonna have to take the luggage upstairs” MAJOR BALA IS A MOOD

Okie that’s it. I’m done. I actually really like this movie! (Sorry it’s ridiculously long)

#kandukondain kandukondain #mammootty #Ajith #tabu #aishwarya rai #ar rahman

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yourmamakira · 2 years

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CC! Members As; ANIMALS P.1

This is CC!'s (Content Creators) As What I think what ANIMALS they would be, These are Just head cannons so This is what I THINK they would be, So just based off me :)

Includes; Tommy, Wilbur, Tubbo, Ranboo, Technoblade, & Quackity

Notes: This Dose kinda refer back to my last post, HC's of what Animals Members and thier S/O would be, Go check that out because I will be making a part two of that and This one! :]

Tommy

I know some people think Tommy's a raccon, and I fully support that idea. I think he's ALSO a raccon, but he just gives me Absolute Golden retriever vibes. Like its so accurate to me. Both very hyper activitive. Both golden hair. And both clingy and loving when they want to be. It fits so well to me. 100% Golden retriever Puppy.

Wilbur

*sigh* Wilbur is...Wilbur is definitely a cat....NOW THIS ONE IS HARD. Because I couldn't find ANYTHING ELSE. That represents him like a cat dose...but I feel like if I find somthing else it's obligated to go into Part 3...but Hes a cat. But not like a fancy cat, like a Grey Tabby or a ORANGE one...because he gives me those vibes.

Tubbo

Okay, hear me out. Tubbo is a baby goat. And no I'm not just baseing these off their c!characters. This has some good reasons that I think fir cc!Tubbo. First off all from my knowledge. Baby goats don't really liked being picked up, to grabbed or touched muched (not 100% sure) They also are Hella playful and For fun, or for any other reasons. Ram into things....as some kind of evil fuckin sport...I dunno. And yes I know I said a Rat worked for him last time but like I just think it fits him alot in persona wise :)

Ranboo

Okay, this is honestly my favorite one bc not many people expect it really. So I think Ranboo Fits as a Ferret. I did a little bit of research and Ferrets are playful mischievous and entertaining...of that ain't Ranboo. Well in some sense I think it couldn't fit more to his persona AND Ferrets are ALSO spunky, Slingy and Funny Just like ranboo <3

Quackity

See Quackity is a hard one. Because I have no idea. I originally Tried a Duck, But no Ducks Fit his personality, or his persona. So I'm stealing Tubbo because I think this also fits Quackity. I say a RAT. Because he too is a little rat boy and a menace.

Technoblade

Saving the hardest for last. I honestly don't know. He would probably have his own kind of pet, you know? Nothing like what's here but. Somthing that absolutely fits him. But if I had to give him an animal...I would probably be just as confused as him. So let's just say a Minecraft pig in a crown

Miss you King.

That concludes part ONE of this. I really like this, this is a cute little series and I love doing research and finding out new things. Anyway. Thanks for the 70 followers I'm so fuckin great full. Love you all so much <33

#dream smp #dsmp #nonbinary #dreamsmp #dsmp au #fluff prompts #fanfic #quackity #tommyinnit #tubbo #ranboo #technoblade #wilbur soot

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rottingskunk · 1 year

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night at the museum: Kamunrah rises again review

-i was binging the hell out of the night at the museum franchise (I chose to start with Smithsonian museum arc (2) then i’ll end with one). I watched the fourth movie and have many thoughts, as someone who loves this franchise to bits. (If you dont see mentions of the first movie its bc i havent seen it yet from my movie marathon)

1. The timeline is hella off im so confused about it. Nick is in highschool but NATM3 he was going to college?? Laa is there so it can’t be post NATM 2. If it was post NATM3 the best solution to this problem is having the adventure set IN THE UK???

2. I honestly am confused why kamunrah was revived again such a strange character to bring back i mean he was already dead before why bring him back?? (He was so iconic in the 2nd movie. Has funny bits in the fourth but third act bore me sorry) I genuinely wish there was a different bad guy instead

3. Infact i genuinely wish they had a small series for post NATM3 arc wherein its about the British museum rather than our main cast. Theres so much room and potential to introduce interesting historical figures too! Heck even make some of the animal statues talk that would be interesting (i doubt thats possible even with the tablet but shush) (is this an excuse to bring back rebel wilson to be the night guard-maybe Jdjfjsjdk/lh)

4. I love Octavius design he is not ugly to me at all infact he looks amazing in the movie! I love his face and his hair they look good. (I question why Jed is ginger and clean shaven, hes better off looking scruffy and scrappy looking) SIDE NOTE I LOVE THEM ADOPTING A CAT IT WAS MEANT TO BE !! (Their dynamic was off but them being clingy asf to each other made things less unberable)

5. Sacagewea and Joan of arc be lookin fruity in that one scene I see yall HDDJSJ, cute momment too. I love their respective character designs they are very fun plus Sacagewea is more plot relevant for once im glad for that:’D. Ik Joan of Arc wasnt there for the previous movies but my only answer to that plothole is shes also a new exhibit that was installed before NATM4. Or she could be in the British museum AKA AN EXCUSE TO HAVE JOAN AND LANCELOT TO INTERACT BRO THAT WOULD BE COOL

6.i love these movies but NATM4’s final fight scene wasn’t as impactful as the others. No.2 was so fucking good at their fight scenes the characters battling it out with a good amount for both sides, theres different spotlights for the characters even if its one second. The third movie it was more of a chase scene ft. LION STATUES BEING BIG CATS GAHHH<33 and Lancelot identity crisis poor man. This fourth one felt like a fight you see in every cartoon or show, just felt not as creative? Except when Nick destroyed the bird soldiers eye with arrows that was cool.

7. WHY DOES DEXTER NOT LOOK LIKE A CAPUCHIN??? He looks like a generic orange or brown ish monkey. I looked up how they look like irl and they tend to have multi colored fur so his design rlly confused the hell out of me. I genuinely love capuchins bc of dexter and able (choosing them over chimpanze’s just saying)

8.Lightning round bc I RAN OUT OF SPACE: Mia looks cool (wish she was used more in the story), Akmunrah not being there is so saddening, Nick and the bi sticker ™, Fun call back to the subway scene very cute, I love the oil painting joke its corny and useful to the chase, OFFENDED THERES NO BIG ANIMAL IN THE MAM MUSEUM EXCUSE??😭😭 theres always a big boy in there wdym (Rexy, Octopus, Trixie),Comic convention joke was my fave its such a cute moment

Heres some photos yey!! ok im done i spoke too much on this-did not expect such passion over it!!

#natm sacagawea #natm joan of arc #natm 4 #natm #percy rambles!

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intro to my OCs just for background as I will be posting them

I have two WIPs, one solo and one with my best friend. The solo one is called Star for now and the one I'm collaborating on is currently nameless and I refer to it as 'the comic' which is incredibly specific and great for categorical tags (I'll probably just tag it with a sun emoji tbh).

Star takes place in a post apocalyptic world featuring two very queer very mentally struggling main characters who might kiss or might just cry a lot (follow me to find out!)

The comic takes place on a cool island summer camp with magic (if this reminds you of lumberjanes, that was the inspiration, I wanted to make a story about queer kids interacting with magic, sort of like escapism cause it's all positive and fun) and has a pretty diversely queer cast (I love them all deeply)

My OCs for star

Tristan- transmasc (he/him most likely), unlabeled queer in terms of romanticism, and probably asexual idk. Autistic coded imo. Really likes plants, pretty depressed. Strong believer that everything is bad and nothing good will ever happen and the world is over

Orion/Ori (or-ee)- transmasc, pretty chill about pronouns but generally prefers he and maybe they, as long as it isn't she he doesn't care. Achillean. In denial about everything and very optimistic. Pretty high energy and outgoing

My OCs for the comic (I swear we'll name it sometime) not exhaustive but this should be the ones I reference the most

Atlas- he/they, transmasc aroace, AuDHD, his main special interest is magic and magical beings and stuff like that. Knowledgeable and passionate about this to the point where he will correct adults who study magic if they're wrong. Also very into plants and plant identification and just nature stuff in general. Dude could write a handbook.

Alexander/Alex- he/him, brother figure for atlas. He's got a big sword and might be the reincarnation of king Arthur (he found the sword in a cool lake). Has no inclination to be the king of britain or whatever. Bi? Gay? Who knows. His love interest is a man

Lee - he/it/whatever honestly he doesn't care, devil (got some rad horns and shit, he can't fly) who likes to play at being a villain, pretty harmless and honestly just likes to fuck with people. Would wear a dress. Has worn a dress. Will wear a dress. Queer (he says that he's 'gay for every gender'). Gives his boyfriend (above) regular heart attacks (its. For his health. You know)

Athena - she/her probably, transfem and of questionable romantic orientation. Descended from a god, probably a minor god of summer or spring or something. She can set stuff on fire and glow and whatever. She's figuring it out. She also rarely puts on shoes

Angel - he/him but doesn't mind neutral pronouns, probably wont realize that neo or xenopronouns are referring to him though. He's the group counselor and generally just sort of tags along and watches to make sure they don't die. Has a lot of faith in them and encourages them to do stupid shit he thinks is funny. He does keep them safe but like. He lets them have fun. Polyam, bi with a very strong preference for men. Has rad wings (his name is incredibly on the nose)

Vince (he/him) and odyssey/essie/s(any but prefers masc words referring to them): angels boyfriends who don't actually show up much but I feel very strongly about them and I think they're all very cute together. Vince is the golden retriever, essie is the black cat, angel is the orange cat.

anyways if anyone actually read all that, that's rad!! I hope you like them. I will probably be posting a ton about them soon if you're interested!

Have a great day!

#intro post #writing #my ocs #oc #ocs #oc stuff #oc intro

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pedros-mustache · 2 years

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nighthawks (10)

series masterlist || previous chapter

word count: 7.7k+

warnings: canon typical violence and weaponry, angst, sensuality, light alcohol use, language, x fem!reader

a/n: ayeee! she’s early! hehe.

thank you for your patience as i navigate the start of a new relationship and my emotionally draining job. sometimes i just don’t have it in me to write. BUT: here we enter my favorite arc—The Angst Arc. enjoy! 🤗 😉 (ps: peep the time jump 👀)

(beta: @pleasedin)

DAY NINETY—TWO MONTHS SINCE VISITING GROGU

“Here.”

Din tosses a blinking fob to the annex table. It clatters across the polished surface, spinning on its side until you stop its rotation with the muzzle of your dismantled blaster. You look up, cleaning motions paused, brow arched in question.

The Mandalorian gestures to the fob, and when he speaks, his voice betrays none of the pride welling in the cavity of his chest. “That’s all yours,” he says. “Show me what you can do.”

DAY NINETY-ONE—LOCATION: XAXERIS BAZAAR

Din follows you down the Sunder’s ramp into the hot afternoon sun. Beneath the shadow of his helm, he sweats. Rivulets of perspiration trickle from his brow to his chin and soak the collar of his flight suit. It’s sweltering here on the outskirts of the Core. Between the sun and the influx of people gridlocking the open-air market, Din can’t help but grimace. Figures you would want to make a shopping trip before embarking on your first solo hunt; figures you would bring him along for guidance. Silly girl. Still unsure on newborn legs, but he’s watched you closely for ninety days. He knows: you’re ready. You don’t need him crowding your ear as much as he doesn’t need the infernal Xaxerian marketplace pushing in on his personal bubble.

He tugs on his cowl, wishing he had left it behind. He should have stayed on the ship.

Turning at the bottom of the ramp, you acknowledge Din with a flick of your eyes before returning your datapad. “Okay, so Devanner Breeth”—you shake your head—“That’s a fuckin’ mouthful.”

“Get used to it. He’s rich. I imagine he’ll want to hear his name more than you’ll want to say it.”

You huff, rolling your eyes, though there’s a sparkle when you nudge his shoulder with your bicep. “Men. So predictable. It’s honestly embarrassing.”

As you stroll away from the Sunder, heading in the direction of the bazaar, Din pulls you out of the path of an oncoming cart. Your shoulder bumps his chest-plate, but you lift your face with a smile. Shit—he still isn’t used to it, your growing tenderness. It makes his stomach lurch and his own lips pull upwards, imitating your grin in whatever sorry way he can.

Ninety days he’s known you now. Three full moon cycles by Nevarro’s standards. Yet, in the last six weeks, Din feels as though he’s only just met you—the real you, scales peeled back, demulcent interior blooming under a modicum of care. Grogu did that. He’s sure of it. His kid has a funny way of stripping the hardened layers of a person’s facade.

Fuck, looking at himself in the mirror, Din barely recognizes the man who blinks back. His Way and his Creed broken in pieces at his feet, but he would do it all over again if it meant gaining the one thing most attuned to the ways of his people: aliit. Family. Grogu changed him, too.

You hurry through the bazaar’s oversized archway. Orange and green streamers flutter overhead with the planet’s cool breeze, and the air smells pungent, like spice and perfume. Your steps drum against the pavement with excitement. He can feel your anticipation in the wake of your quick pace. The privilege of a solo job and the opportunity for an afternoon of careless spending pushes you through the bazaar’s crowd with cat-like agility, but burdened with armor and the weight of curious eyes, Din struggles to keep up. He grits his teeth. Yeah, you might be a bit smoother around the edges, but you still find ways to pick at his nerves. Some things never change.

He raises his voice over the consistent hum of the crowd when he loses sight of your back amongst the horde. “Scout!” No response. He stops walking, and an older man bumps into his back, skirting around him like a fish wriggling over a rock in the middle of a stream.

He doesn’t need to worry. At least not yet. The outfits you bought on Daos-Seven are beneficial in more ways than one: loosened range of motion, impossible to ignore, not to mention easy access to your cunt. Even if he tried, he doubts he could misplace you in a crowd for long. Loathe as he is to admit it, like a magnet, he is drawn to your side.

Still, it helps to cheat rather than search on mere gut-instinct alone when he doesn’t have to.

He maneuvers the controls on his helm. The world fades to a washed-out blue, all the painted frippery of Xaxeris giving way to a single-minded focus. He follows the heated impression of your footsteps and pushes his way through the clogged thoroughfare. Shoulders and elbows swinging, he tracks your footfalls, ignoring the sounds of indignation that succeed his brusk, unapologetic movements.

He finds you speaking to a cart owner, and when he clears his throat, you turn with a bright grin. Something in his chest pulls, and he busies himself with resetting the controls of his helm.

“There you are!” You walk to his side, hips swinging, threading a bright orange scarf through your hands as you approach. “I thought you’d gone off to sulk in a corner.”

“Sulk?” He frowns and grabs your elbow, pulling you to an empty alleyway. “No—you got away from me. Don’t do that again.”

You tug your elbow from his stiff fingers, but the movement is not as unkind as it might have been thirty days ago. There is a softness—a warmth—to the roll of your eyes and shake of your head. “I told you it wasn’t necessary to come along. I’m going to be awhile. I have a fitting in twenty minutes.”

“You shouldn’t be out here alone.”

“I’m shopping, Mando.” Throwing the scarf around his neck, you hold both ends and tug him close. The heat of your body washes over him as you arch against his chest, your knee sliding between his legs. You lower your voice to a husky whisper and slide the scarf back and forth across the back of his neck. “I don’t need your help shopping.”

Din drops his hands to your waist to steady himself. He pushes his hips forward, and though you cannot see, his brow arches beneath his helm. “Anything could happen. There’s bad people out here. People who might want to ravage you… pull you apart with their tongue… make you cum on their cock…”

“Bad people, huh?” You tuck your lower lip between your teeth. “Like you?”

He angles his head forward as though to rub the tip of his nose over yours; you lean into the motion, eyelashes fluttering across your cheekbones. “Yeah,” he mumbles. “People like me.”

Spinning on his foot, Din crowds you against the wall, anchoring one of your wrists above your head with his palm. The scarf caught in your fist slips from your grasp. He slides his opposite hand beneath the waistband of your pants and finds your warm, wet heat. When he nudges the hood of your clit, eliciting a stifled gasp from your pretty mouth, he smirks. Already trembling for him. You may put on a haughty face, but you are putty beneath his capable hands every time. It makes his chest—and his cock—swell with pride.

Opening your eyes, you press your palm to Din’s chest. You speak in a heady rush, tongue heavy in your mouth. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“I always start what I finish. You know that.”

“Yeah but…” He slides his first finger through the slick coating your cunt, and you grit your jaw as your head drops forward on a whine. “Mando… I have an appointment.”

“Forget it,” he murmurs. “You’re gonna be gone. Won’t you miss my cock? How good I can make you feel?”

“You know I will,” you whisper. Lifting your face, you gently push his chest; he removes his hand from your pants and momentarily wishes he had kept that damned fob for himself. “It’s only a few days, though. Long enough to catch Breeth in the act.”

“A few days... Right.”

He rubs his soaked finger along the seam of his pants, glancing over his shoulder as you step out from beneath his hold and adjust your clothing. He notes the determined pinch of your brow, and a sigh forces its way through his throat. You want this—it’s written in bright, hopeful ink over your face. Who is he to deny you what you’ve worked so hard to earn?

“You should go then… to your appointment. I’ll wait here.”

You turn away from the mouth of the alley where your eyes scan the hustle and bustle of the bazaar. “You’ll wait?” Checking your chrono, you shoot him an upturned brow. “It could be a few hours.”

He folds his arms over his chest. “I’ll wait.”

“Okay.” Your face softens into a smile. “Thanks, Mando.”

Grunting, he gestures to the outside world, to the place where you will land once jumping from the nest. He is no mother hen; he does not coddle or shelter you from the storm. He will push you from the safety of the Sunder when the time comes, and he will watch you struggle to gather your bearings as you find your way without his supervision. He will watch you walk into the fog, leave the nest, fly with the strength of your own, fully-developed wings. But even so, he finds there is a twinge in his gut today. When you disappear within the crush of the bazaar without a proper farewell, his hands curl to fists at his sides. He doesn’t want you to go.

Fuck.

Din drops to the alley wall and resists the urge to lift his helmet and scrub the exhaustion from his face.

He picked this specific bounty for your first solo run out of the handful of fobs Karga gave him on the last drop off. Devanner Breeth—genius inventor turned political big-wig on Coruscant; currently suspected of smuggling illegal cloaking devices to anyone who will pay an exorbitant price. Nothing proven, but there are plenty of people willing to take Breeth’s mind and bend it to their will should he have the knowledge and skill he boasts about. Plenty of people who want him dead for the same reason.

Breeth is an easy enough mark: older in age therefore likely to give up should a fight arise; tempted by pretty things therefore likely to draw you into his inner-circle without a second thought; stands to lose power and prestige should his underworld dealings be revealed. You can do this; you can take him down. Din knows it. But three days at a political convention on Coruscant posing as an interested client…

That takes you where he cannot follow. And, Maker, it’s eating at him.

He has grown used to your company. Before visiting Grogu, he resisted your presence. He ignored your quirks, and your habits, and the force with which you became a fixture in his ship. But now, after allowing you to scale his walls, he greets your foothold in his life with a growing measure of appreciation. He seeks you out rather than leaving you to your own devices:

He eats with you… sort of. (Really, he sits with you while you take your meals before he has the privacy to eat on his own, and that is enough.) He works with you on your sparring skills and your shooting acumen in the frigid hold of the ship. He listens to your grand schemings, and he chuckles to himself. He was once idealistic; he was once prepared to take on the galaxy with nothing but his own two fists. That spark, that shine—he sees it in you too. And for the first time since a small green child came his way, he wants to watch that spark fan into a flame.

And your body… He cannot quench his hunger for your warmth and touch. He fucks you differently now; everything has changed. There are lines he will not cross: no bed, no touch of his mouth upon yours, no more skin than is strictly necessary. But he craves you more than he has ever craved another. He finds solace in the tight grip of your cunt, and he buries his face in the curve of your shoulder as you ride his length in the dim light of the cockpit. Over and over, the song in your throat as he takes you a symphony.

He should be afraid—and he is. He should resist—and he tries. But with each passing day, he slips. You pry open his tight grip on the gruff exterior he wears as a mask. If he isn’t careful, if he loses vigilance for but a moment, he will fall headfirst into your abyss.

As he promised he would, Din lingers in the alleyway. A misty rain settles over the bazaar as time slows to a tedious slog. Iridescent lights—purple and blue and yellow—pour from windows overhead and shimmer in the rainwater that gathers on the chipped road. The overflow of shoppers has thinned with the onset of night and poor weather. Din taps the toe of his boot on the ground.

Twenty-two hundred hours by his chrono—you’ve been gone too long. More than likely swallowed by the frivolity of the day. He considers leaving, returning to the Sunder and prepping for his own bounties, or finding you on his own, but he promised he would wait until you returned.

You are grown. You are capable. You can handle yourself. So he leans against the wall, ankles and arms crossed, and waits.

Another half an hour and frustration pushes aside the pride in Din’s chest. Your transport to Coruscant leaves from the hangar bay in less than a standard hour. How many clothing items could you possibly need for three days? While he is confident in your abilities, he is less confident in your punctuality. When his chrono beeps with the beginning of a new hour, Din makes up his mind: He’ll drag you from the stores if he has to if that’s what gets you to Coruscant. You’ve wasted enough time already.

He stoops to gather your single bag of belongings from the ground and sling it over his shoulder. Stars, he’s become a glorified bellhop—for you and Grogu both. Somehow… in some way… tonight, it does not bother him.

He steps out of the alley and glances down either side of the sparsely populated thoroughfare. Huh, Xaxeris is kinda nice when the whole population doesn’t crowd a single market. He rather likes the way he can see the—

Heels click against the road, fast paced and anxious. He knows that gait, has listened to it, urged it to slow lest intentions be given away by footsteps alone. Din glances over his shoulder. A boulder drops to his stomach; his tongue shrivels in his mouth. Turning completely, the bag on his shoulder slides to hang by his leg.

“Scout?” He clears his throat of any lingering pubescent squeak. He says your name—your true name—and you look up from avoiding puddles as you hurry down the road. “You—” He swallows hard. “You’re going to be late.”

“I run on Scout Standard Time! Galactic Standard Time be damned. Well, what do you think?” You spread your arms and twirl on the ball of your foot. “I figured I should get something that might endear Breeth to me. Do you think it will work?”

Work? Does he think it will work? The squeeze of Din’s cock at the sight of you is answer enough.

The gown is white silk. Long. Two slits which expose the crest of your hips and the length of your legs to the night air. Your breasts push against the bodice, and your shoulders glisten under the street lights.

He can't breathe. Fuck, he can’t breathe.

How is he supposed to let you go when he can’t breathe? When spots swim before his eyes? When you are the most magical thing he has ever seen?

You wave a hand in front of his face. “Still with me, Mando? Do you think Breeth will like the get-up? I know it’s a bit much…”

Heart a galloping monster in his chest, Din moves before his better angels can stop him. He has to touch you before you go. If he doesn’t….

He lifts his left hand and pinches the tips of his gloved fingers. Slowly, as though not to disturb the air which freezes between you, he removes his glove inch by inch until his flesh meets the night. He flexes his fingers then removes his opposite glove. Your eyes drop to his skin, pupils expanding.

“Mando…”

Ignoring your breathy whisper, he reaches for your hip. The silk fabric is like water beneath his palm; he rubs a crease between his thumb and forefinger. He moves his hand over the dip of your waist, over the rise of your breast where he pauses his knead his fingertips at your cleavage. He traces the length of your neck with his thumb and tilts your head upwards so he can meet your stunned gaze. Your skin is hot, flushed with shock and desire. Your lips part, and he nudges your plush lower lip with his knuckle.

He wants to kiss you. With everything that composes his being, he wants to kiss you.

He’s never kissed anyone before.

“Yes,” he finally says. “The get-up will work.” You release a shuddering exhale, and he drops his hand from the smooth skin of your face. “I want you to take something.”

Tucking his gloves under his tacbelt, he fishes a silver band out of his pocket. He takes your right arm in hand, brushing his thumb over the bone of your wrist as he turns your palm over to face the sky. With gentle, unhurried movements, he hooks the bracelet around your arm. The center stone—a clear, unvarnished thing—winks at him when he loosens his grip.

“I can’t follow you to Coruscant. I’m wanted there. I can’t hear you from that distance with an earpiece like we’ve done before either. But this”—he flicks the bracelet—“press the center stone and I’ll be by your side before you even blink.”

After studying the jewelry, you nod—then run your pointer finger over the ink staining the knuckles of his left hand. The feather-light touch electrifies his body enough to send a shiver down his spine. “What do those markings mean?”

Din glances down, tearing his eyes away from your soft features. Rune-like symbols in black ink cover the tan skin of his knuckles. He watches your nail—painted now, a pearlescent white—trace the markings. “It’s my family name. In the Mandalorian language. I don’t speak it very well.”

You lift your face, lips forming a circle, darkened eyelashes fluttering in thought.

He pauses before lowering his voice to a whisper. He curls his hand around the fingers which touch his skin. “You must be safe,” he says. “You’re going where I can’t follow. Tell me you’ll be safe.” You nod hard enough a section of hair falls loose of its pin. He swipes it behind your ear and holds fast to the curve of your neck. “Tell me, Scout.”

“I’ll be safe, Mando.” You grip his forearm, and your eyes soften, melting like soft butter under a warm sun. You ooze a gentleness he has never before seen you wear. He wonders if this is what—who—you were before the galaxy ruined your goodness. “I’m ready for this. I know it.”

“Me too.”

Din Djarin walks you to the hangar bay, his ungloved hand wrapped tight around your warm palm. He says nothing, and you do not fill the silence. You simply allow him to guide you to the loading ramp of the Tetcott, a direct transport route from the outer rim to the inner rim. As you stand on the ramp, last minute passengers bustling behind you to join the crew onboard, he squeezes your wrist.

“Don’t fuck it up,” he says, the weight of everything he cannot convey sharpening his words.

You grin and drop his hand; he already misses the press of your skin against his. “Me? Fuck things up? Never.” You toss him a wink, pausing at the door of the Tetcott; his bracelet slides down the length of your arm when you hold the door’s frame for support. “See you in three days, Metal Man.”

DAY NINETY-TWO—CORUSCANT. THE HUNT BEGINS.

Coruscant sits like a gaping mouth in the center of the galaxy. A deep yawning pit, jagged buildings like teeth, swooping transport like flecks of iron spittle. The city’s hot breath wafts over your skin as you tarry, hesitating at the top of the hangar bay stairs. You look out over the concrete landscape below, the possibility of failure an invisible, lurking beast, and you swallow hard.

Fuck—you are in over your head. Your fingers twitch for the bracelet on your wrist. One push of a button and you can leave. You can retreat to the familiar, the safe. It’s tempting. Mando… he’s waiting for you… It would be so easy to go back to him and tuck yourself under the protective covering of his wings.

But no. No. You can do this. You will do this.

Someone bumps your shoulder as they hurry past and breaks you from the glass shell of your fear. You inhale and, though the city smog catches in your throat, the unfiltered air does you well. The grit and the grime is second nature to you now. Between your own fall from grace and the start of your career in the underworld, you are used to a little dirt beneath your nails.

Fisting your hand in the skirt of your gown, you descend into the heart of Coruscant. Three days—seventy-two hours—four-thousand-three-hundred-twenty minutes. A finite amount of time to find Breeth and end his miserable existence. The clock tick, tick, ticks over your head.

You’ll bring him in cold. After discussing the possibilities with Mando, you decided: dead is best. Though the reward remains the same whether Breeth stumbles into the carbonite freezer breathing or with his brain leaking from his ears, your first solo hunt should be a simple one. The less mess, the less opportunity for disaster—the better.

The dagger strapped to the inside of your thigh burns hot. Soon, you think. Soon.

You have nothing but a name and a general understanding of Breeth’s daily schedule to go by. It’s bare bones; the holo-tabloids you read prior to leaving the Sunder certainly had a lot to speculate about Breeth’s society life but no specifics. Still, it’s a start.

Finding your hotel is easy. Checking in under an assumed name comes with a skip in the beat of your heart when the attendant double-checks your identification, but otherwise no issue. You take the turbo lift to your room and steal a moment to prepare in the plush, otherworldly comfort before setting out to find your mark.

You drop your bag to the oversized, overstaged bed. No amount of pillows (a luxury, if ever you saw one) can calm the rising tide of anxiety in your stomach. You stand poised to set out on your foremost test: a solo hunt, no Mandalorian to guide the way, nothing but raw instinct and skill to carry you from one decision to the next. A shudder runs down your spine as excitement mingles with the nerves in your veins. Devaneer Breeth. Like Kiminn and Setarr before him, you will carve his name in the lining of your soul. A prize for your mantelpiece, a trophy for your gilded case.

Turning from the bed, you glance out the floor length window to your right. Coruscant throbs with energy despite the late hour. A flood of colored lights illuminate the crowded skyline, and you allow your gaze to soak in the hum of the city. The people back on Inora would unravel to see such advanced technology. Even you find your jaw dropping in awe, and you wonder—

A knock on the door. Your stomach clenches. No one should be knocking on your door.

Expect the unexpected. Isn’t that the first rule of bounty hunting? You suppose you didn’t realize the unexpected would come to call so soon.

The sound comes again, followed by a gentle call of your name—your false name—through the heavy wood. Stepping slowly, you unhook the dagger on the inside of your thigh and wrap your fist tight around the handle. You unlatch the door, breathe deep, then swing it open.

On the other side of the door stands a young man, face marred by acne and impressionable youth. In the harsh, sterile light of the hall, you watch his pupils expand as he takes in the skin exposed by your gown. He swallows hard, Adam’s apple bobbing. You relax your hold on the dagger and drape yourself against the doorframe.

“Yes?”

The boy thrusts forward a silver platter. “I was told to bring this to you, miss.”

You look down. A single everlily stem rests in the middle of the platter. Long white petals with forked blue pollen buds in the center; a delicate, nearly translucent stem that glistens beneath the light.

Meeting the boy’s stare with a lifted brow, you point to the flower. “I didn’t order this.”

“No,” the boy says, shaking his head. “My boss told me to bring it to you. It’s from Din Djarin.”

“I don’t know a Din Djarin. I think you’re mistaken.”

“I’m just the messenger, miss.” He pushes the platter forward again. “But, if I may, there were many men—and women—who watched you from the bar as you checked in. Maybe Mr. Djarin is waiting for you there?”

“Hmm.” You accept the flower with a measure of hesitation. “Perhaps…”

You dismiss the boy with a wave of your hand and the slide of a few credits after a moment of consideration. Returning to the solace of your room, you twirl the everlily between your fingers. Din Djarin? You haven’t the faintest idea who that might be, but at least you are now sure of one thing: The credits you spent on your ridiculous and revealing outfit were worth it. Breeth will crumble under the strength of your appearance alone. Surely he will.

Your only goal this evening is to locate Breeth and weasel your way into his circle. You can kill him later—tomorrow perhaps—but tonight you want him comfortable in your presence. That is an obtainable objective; at least, you hope it is. Mando taught you to start small, so you will follow his advice. You would drown if you focused on the island in the distance; it is best to concentrate on each stroke of your arm through the waves.

After dabbing perfume on your neck and wrists, you exit the hotel into the warm night air. Breeth’s fob pulses like a heart in the pocketbook under your arm. You step to the beat of his heart, strides long and hips loose. As you follow the path Breeth’s fob carves through the city, your mind wanders. You should be more mentally disciplined, especially on such an important mission, but Mando—his skin—his hand: it all flashes before your eyes in vivid color. Gods, he’d taken his glove off for you. For You. Your chest twists with sick delight at the memory.

Golden, his skin is golden; flecked with sunlight, pierced with the ink of his people. You want to slide your tongue between his knuckles and taste his flesh, drink the musky sweat that gathers between his gloves and feast on whatever he will give you. Your body still tingles with his lingering touch, even all these hours later, and the pinpricks of anticipation for more spur you onwards.

The faster you slice Breeth’s throat the faster you can return to your Mandalorian in shining armor.

Breeth’s fob leads you to a towering hotel four blocks from your own. The building—all glass and glittering metal—bleeds luxury. It drips like diamonds from the entryway chandelier, blankets the soles of your heels as you cross the marble floor. A farmgirl like yourself—you shouldn’t be here; you were not made for a life such as this. But the building’s elegance buoys your confidence rather than strips you clean of your surety; and when you catch a glimpse of yourself in a mirror, you smile. You blend in, yes, but you should blend in. You must become one in a long line of women in sleek gowns hanging on the arm of a suited man in an ornate bar.

You can do this.

Finding the bartender, you order a glass of something mild enough to take the edge off of your nerves. The alcohol smooths through your veins, and you lean your back against the bar to survey your surroundings. A cluster of low tables and leather tufted chairs, dim lights and candles to illuminate each place setting. Humans and non-humans alike mingle throughout the room, speaking in quiet, delicate voices. The air smells like dignity and grace, like pomp and power. You’re definitely in the right place. Now all you need to do is find Breeth and turn on the charm.

You slide away from the bar. Thoughts about Mando be damned. Thoughts about your decimated and lonely farm on Inora be damned. Let this night be about you and your success alone. You’ve come so far. Like Icarus, you will soar beneath the sparkling sun and shine.

Sitting in the center of the room, his arm draped around the chair of a man about your age, Devanner Breeth sips from a wine glass. He is younger than you anticipated; perhaps fifty or so name days under his belt. He sits tall, shock of white hair luminescent in the dark room. Regal nose above a thin mouth, broad shoulders and a salt-and-pepper beard. You lift your stemmed glass to your lips. Not half bad. Shame you’ll have to end such a pretty face.

You clear your throat, leaning forward to break Breeth’s intimate conversation. “Excuse me?” The polite phrase melts from your mouth, husky, dripping with intrigue. Breeth turns from the man at his side, and his brow arches in question. “Are you Devanner Breeth?”

His head tilts; Mando’s helmet following the same gesture bursts in front of your eyes, but you shake the image away. “Yes. Who is asking?”

“I read your scientific journal. The one on astral cloning. I had to come and speak with you. Maybe ask you a few questions. If you’ll let me...”

“Huh…” Breeth leans back in his chair, evidently impressed. His eyes widen then drift across your face, your chest, the snug pull of your waist. “Did you now?” He gestures to the chair opposite him. “What’s a pretty girl like you reading a boring old paper like that?”

You lower yourself to the seat across from him. You prop your chin in the palm of your hand, tugging your lip between your teeth. “Can’t a girl be pretty and like science too?”

“I suppose so.” Turning to the man next to him, Breeth nudges his shoulder. “What do you think, Daniel?”

Daniel considers you at Breeth’s request. Silver grey eyes framed by white lashes harden to ice, and you resist the urge to stiffen as Daniel rakes you over with a hard glare. When he leans forward and a forked tongue slides from behind his painted lips, you take a sip of your drink to keep from grimacing.

“What was your favorite part? Of the paper on astral cloning? Tell me which section caught your interest first.” There is a possessive quality to Daniels’ tone, one you take care to note Breeth responds to with a firm hand to the shoulder. Daniel sits back, angling his body closer to Breeth’s, though his unyielding gaze remains fixed on you.

You swirl what remains of your drink in the bottom of your glass before asking: “Are you trying to gatekeep a politician?” Daniel’s eyes narrow; Breeth’s chest puffs at the challenge in your voice. “Don’t you know how desirable Mr. Breeth is?”

Rising from your seat, you place your glass to the side then drop your hands to the table. You hoist yourself onto the slick surface. The table adjacent yours quiets with an astonished hush. In a place like this, painted pretty with luxury and high-class, a girl crawling over the table stands at odds with the self-contained air of the room. Your skin grows hot with the weight of a dozen eyes, but all you see is Breeth. The strong line of his jaw above an elegant neck, perfect for the cutting. You grin—all feline and sure—as you crawl, hands and knees, closer to your bounty, your prize.

“I’m sure you know, Daniel, how even the silliest of girls want to fuck Mr. Breeth,” you continue. “But the smart girls… the ones with brains in their heads instead of vacuous waste… we want to fuck him too.” You arrive at the edge of the table where your face hovers over Breeth’s. Warm, fresh breath washes over your face, and you grin as his pupils expand . “A big cock is only made twice as delectable when there’s more than brawn to back it up. Don’t you agree, Mr. Breeth?”

A spark, a flash of desire, and you’re in. Tick, tick. The clock over Breeth’s head begins its countdown. You have him in your grasp. Men—predictable—easy every time. Your smile widens.

Lunging forward, Breeth wraps his hand around your throat, tugging you close so that his mouth can claim yours. It’s an ugly mash of teeth and tongue in a room that calls for the slow caress of romance. You swallow a gasp. He does not—cannot—affect you. Though the hot slide of his tongue through your mouth feels good, ignites pale embers in your gut, you have a better man—a man of brawn and brain and braggadocious ego—waiting for you elsewhere. Him—you fan the flame only for him.

“I like you,” Breeth says, pushing you back by the neck. His voice betrays none of the delighted blush staining his cheeks. “Come with us to the opera. You can sit by me. You won’t mind that, will you, Daniel?”

Daniel blinks. Despite his frosty complexion, fire drips from his eyes. “No… Of course not.”

“Good.” Breeth rises from the table. “Then we’ll go.” Grinning, a mischievous glint in his eye, he extends his hand to you and pulls you down from the table. He presses his firm chest to yours, and the steady beat of his heart urges your rapid, hammering heart to slow. “We’ll go together.”

You’ve never been to an opera. Never had any reason to go until now. Never had the opportunity either. Inora was hardly the hub of culture and high-society. A backwater, molasses-slow dump more like. Oh, how you wish Jeelia were by your side. She would dissolve like sugar on the tongue to see such elegance, such grace and poise. You wish—you wish you could tell her about this, about your adventures… If only your fervent wishing could turn dreams into a reality. If only you could wake the dead with the yearnings of your heart alone.

No time for wishing. No time for dreaming. Only single-minded focus.

The Coruscant Opera House makes Breeth’s hotel look like a wart on the backend of a hog. The vaulted ceiling stretches higher than what your eyes can focus on. A flock of white nesting birds glide from potted tree to potted tree, chirping around the music played by a string quartet in the building foyer. Creatures of all shapes seem to parade across the waxed, marbled floor; and floating chandeliers sparkle off of jewels and gowns and suits alike.

Devanner Breeth smirks and pats the hand cushioned between his elbow and forearm. “Quite glorious,” he says.

You unhinge your jaw from the floor and clear your throat. “Yes. Exquisite.”

“I helped design the lighting mechanisms, you know.” As you come to the bottom of the grand staircase leading to the theatre, Breeth pauses, pointing to an ornate chandelier suspended above your head. “How is that for brains, my dear?”

You follow the line of Breeth’s finger, and true, the design is genius. The light appears to hang on its own accord, no string or rope to hold it secure. It spins in a slow circle, casting prisms of rainbow hues over the walls and floor. Impressive—and Breeth knows it. He watches you study his creation, and you feel his eyes sift through the minute reactions on your face. Is he intrigued by you? Amused? It’s hard to tell. What you do know is his ego rivals Mando’s. You can smell it, that thick layer of arrogance coating his tongue, sweetening his words with pride. He wants you to oogle, to lap at his feet like a dog.

Fine. You can do that.

Leaning to the side, you dip your chin and squeeze Breeth’s arm with your fingers. “I’ve heard other rumors about you,” you whisper. Your voice drags like silk sheets over a soft mattress. “About other things you can do…”

“Oh really?” He angles his head in curiosity, lowering his voice to match yours. “What sort of things?”

You glance over your shoulder. It’s part of the act—the bashful socialite, fluttering her lashes and avoiding the curious gaze of others—but the moment affords you time to force your stomach to settle. It’s a risk to push things further, to attempt to part the overgrown branches that obscure Breeth’s hidden agenda, but you have to chance it. You need to know—for certain—what you are dealing with.

“Well”—you trail your nail over Breeth’s wrist and avoid his eyes; the more demure the better—“a little birdie told me you can do more than clone the stars…”

Breeth nudges your chin with his finger, forcing you to meet his stare. “What more can I do?”

You blink. “Cloak—you can cloak ships.” Pause. “Or… something…”

Criminal first. Prideful man second. The momentary spark of fear in Breeth’s eye tells you enough: You have the right man. You’re on the right track.

Attempting to smooth ruffled feathers, you toss your head back on a high giggle. “But I’m not even sure what that means! It’s just something my brother said to me. I may be smart, but even that sounds a little out of my depth.”

Breeth frowns. Opens his mouth. You hold your wide smile, despite the tremble rising to your lower lip. Did you go too far?

Daniel cuts Breeth off before he can speak. “Devanner.” You turn in time with your mark; Daniel stands at the top of the staircase, his hand offered to the politician. He does not look at you. “They’re about to open the curtain.”

“Oh goody!”

You drop Breeth’s arm and hurry up the stairs, grabbing Daniel’s waiting hand with a nail-biting grip. He spins on his heel, and you hasten down the carpeted hall. Grunting in disdain, he mumbles beneath his breath as you pull him toward Box Eleven, the designated loge afforded the richest of the rich. To your great relief, you hear Breeth chuckle at your girlish glee, and his return to aloofness sets your worry at ease.

In the plush, padded theatre box, Breeth sits in the row closest the balustrade. Daniel takes the seat on his left, and you lower yourself to the armchair on the right. The house lights dim, and the alcove fades into the background of the theatre. You inhale, run your gaze over the hundreds of attendees beneath the balcony. Like a sea of ignorants—unaware of Breeth and his hand in the death, the untimely ruin, of thousands; unaware of you and the knife that slips across the sweat in your palm… just in case.

When the opera begins, Breeth gives you a warm smile which you return in kind. He settles into his overstuffed armchair and taps his finger to the beat of the music swirling through the room. Comfortable, vulnerable, exposed.

If it weren’t for Daniel or the two armed guards hovering by the door, you might attempt to slit Breeth’s throat now. No one would need to know you were ever even present; you’d be gone like a ghost in the night. You could simply use the cover of darkness and the volume of the opera to smoother Breeth’s screams. A simple, easy job; a good way to get the whole ordeal over and done with. It would get you back to the Sunder sooner, too. Back to Mando…

You glance over your shoulder and take stock of the guards by the door. Heavily armed men, sure, but nothing you haven’t taken down before. Daniel, too. Fuck, you could tip his scrawny ass over the balustrade and be out the door before he hit the floor below.

Your heart beats against the confines of your chest. Should you do it? Make a go of it now?

What would Mando do?

A cool hand slides over your wrist, fingers nestling between yours. Your train of thought derails as Breeth leans over the arm of his chair. He maintains a tight focus on the soprano in the middle of the stage, but he whispers low and steady in your ear: “I knew you were coming.”

The muscles in your lungs tighten. Your jaw grinds over your teeth.

“That’s the thing about bounty hunters,” he continues. “Either silent as the grave or loose lipped, haughty to a fault.” Without turning his head, his eyes carve a deep path to locate your face. “Can you guess which camp you fall in, dear?”

I—knew—you—were—coming.

Oh fuck. The dressmaker on Xaxeris. You’d… you’d talked too much. When standing on the fitting box, as the elegant Kaminoan took your measurements, you’d talked and talked and talked. Excitement for the job got the better of you, and you divulged your newest bounty, the secrets you held in the fob at your side, and now—oh fuckfuckfuck.

Cold shame washes over you, draining the blood from your face. You move to pull your hand from Breeth’s grasp, but he holds tight. “That’s right. I have friends in all places. It pays to stay alert.”

You’ve failed. Barely a day into the mission and you’ve already bungled it beyond repair. The dressmaker told Breeth you were coming. He’s been waiting for you all along. Of course it was easy to weasel your way into his circle. Of course he’d brought you to the opera without a second thought. None of this evening’s success was built by your skill. He knew you were coming.

He knew you were coming.

The shame churning in your gut turns to anger as you imagine the disappointment in Mando’s voice when you return without the bounty. Well, you can’t allow that to happen. He’s given you his skin, his protection, his trust; the least you can do is bring him an offering that proves yes, I’ve listened and yes, I’ve learned.

Jumping to your feet, you lunge over Breeth’s chair, curved dagger lifted high over your head. Daniel shrieks and topples from his seat as Breeth tips to the right in self-defense. You grab the scruff of Breeth’s neck, blind rage painting your vision scarlet.

But you are kicked to the floor before you can strike.

A firm boot to the center of your chest, and you fall. Something snaps below your lung, and you swallow a pained scream. A guard moves to press the muzzle of his blaster against your forehead, but you kick the inside of his shin and stab your knife between his kneecap and closest tendon. He howls, staggering to his uninjured knee.

You roll to the side of your body that doesn’t scream out in pain and attempt to wobble to your feet. Your heel catches on the hem of your gown, and you stumble as you try to stand on unsteady legs. Maker, it hurts to breathe. But you have to get out—get out, get out—before you are truly, irreparably injured.

The exit remains closed, but you can make it if you can manage to avoid Breeth—and Daniel—and the remaining guard. Lurching forward, you grab the back of a chair to steady yourself. The world spins. Someone grabs your shoulder, but you wrench free with a sharp heel to the toe.

Blood pools in your mouth, and you cough. Spittle blankets the red carpet beneath your feet. Pain eats at your stomach. Oh shit, you can’t make it. You can’t breathe.

Another hand on your arm, and you spin, untucking a throwing star from the cleft of your breasts. Though the blade slides your right breast, you flick your wrist and listen for the gurgle of a sliced throat. But nothing so pleasant tingles your ears. Just a dull thump.

When did your vision start going spotty? Why does it hurt so much to breathe?

Why are you such a fuck up?

A wallop to the back of your head sends you crashing to the floor. You groan, press your palms to the carpet, try to lift yourself. A leather shoe returns your face to the floor, your cheek to the bloodstained carpet. A bone in your face groans under the pressure. A hot tear slides over the bridge of your nose.

Breeth crouches beside you, and the devil-may-care affect is no more. He is nothing but sin now.

He grabs your cheeks between tense fingers, further irritating the bruised bone in your face. You wince, but maintain his beady stare. “You’ve come for the wrong man, my dear.” He lifts your arm and jingles the bracelet on your wrist. Tearing it from your body, he snaps the jewelry in half and drops it on the floor. “Say goodbye to your precious Mandalorian.”

You do—you do, you do, you do. Fuck, Mando…

I’m sorry.

You say goodbye, and what remains of your heart crumbles like a house of cards—

—and all goes to darkness.

NEXT CHAPTER

#din djarin x reader #din djarin smut #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian smut #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal smut

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fandomobbsessedb · 2 years

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My Encanto Headcannons part 4-

If the Madrigal kids had pets (besides Antonio’s animals) this is what I imagine them having

Isabela- I see her having a cat like Duchess from Disney’s “The Aristocats” it’s a very well behaved cat she’s trained. Isabela likes cuddling her cat when it’s time for bed, and her cat is always there for her when she’s upset.

Dolores- I feel like Dolores would have a rabbit, it’s quiet and calm and makes virtually no noise. She likes sitting with her rabbit on her lap and watching her rabbit move its ears around to different noises. Then she’ll start talking to the rabbit like “what is it? What’d you hear?” One of her favorite ways to fall asleep is listening to her rabbit’s tiny breaths as it sleeps.

Luisa- I feel like Luisa would have something like a dog but a very affectionate one, or a hamster. If it’s a dog she likes playing outside with them and cuddling when she’s laying down. The dog also follows her around when she’s doing her chores and she plays with it while doing them. It’s also a great help when she needs to herd some animals. With that hamster she finds it funny when it’s running around in their little ball following her. She likes to do her chores with her hamster sitting comfortably on her shoulder and it’s just this cute little fuzzy thing. I can just see her holding them in her hands and nuzzling them. (If she could though luisa would totally have a pet unicorn she would care for that thing like it was a god)

Camilo- I’ve seen a bunch of things relating Camilo to a chameleon and I’m gonna go along with that. When everyone else tries to find his chameleon they can never find it but Camilo always knows right where they are. Antonio will be trying to find the chameleon to play with but tells Camilo that their no where to be found, to which Camilo will just reach his hand to the wall next to him and pull his chameleon off the wall. Camilo likes watched their eyes move around looking at everything.

Mirabel wouldn’t say it’s her official pet but she takes very good care of the butterflies that inhabit the encanto. Leaving plates of oranges out for them, and leaving a flower bed outside her window with a bunch of branches for them to rest on. Family members sometimes have a hard time trying to figure out if the butterflies on Mirabel are real or are accessories.

Antonio has nothing but pets and he knows how to take care of them to his best ability, he knows which bird out of the whole flock that needs a certain type of food, and which ant in the whole colony that needs help getting around. They all have names and certain personality’s and he remembers every single one.

(I didn’t do the adults because I honestly can’t see them really having pets, except for Bruno who we see does take very good care of his rats.)

#petslife #lol cats #doggo #hamster #rabbit #camilo the chameleon #encanto movie #isabella madrigal #dolores madrigal #luisa madrigal #camilo madrigal #mirabel madrigal #antonio madrigal #mariposa #encanto headcanons #part 4

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May I please have some demon bros reacting to an MC who was raised around a LOT of cats to the point where they exhibit cat or cat-like behavior? Like biscuits, hissing, leaning into them, rubbing their face on them, etc?

As someone who has a lot of cat-like habits myself, I’m more than happy to do this! :D

Demon Bros with a GN!MC who has cat-like behavior!

Lucifer

He’s a dog person through and through, so your habits...tend to go over his head

Which is funny, considering he’s pretty similar

He prefers minimal physical contact and is content sitting in silence in the same room as you

Whenever he catches you making biscuits, he thinks it’s just a nervous tic or odd human habit, says nothing on it

But when you hiss at him because he startled you, he quirks a brow as the gears start turning. He can start to make the connections

Once you’re more comfortable with him, and start to lean against him or give his arms little headbomps… that's when he fully puts it together.

He thinks its endearing, and next time you go to head bomp him while he’s doing work, he gives you a little headpat.

“Good kitty~”

When your head shoots up to look at him, you catch the faintest of smirks, but he didn’t falter in his work

Mammon

Also confused by your habits, but accepts them as his human being quirky

With each thing you do that he identifies as affection, he melts more and more

But also loves teasing you for your habits

Though if it upsets you at all, he will stop in a HEARTBEAT

But by ‘teasing’ I mean he gets you a ball of yarn to play with, or asks you if you can talk to cats

Has actually hissed back at you before, then immediately looked guilty. A human hissing is one thing, a demon hissing back is a whole other level

He actually picks up some of the mannerisms from you! He loves head bomps and leaning as subtle signs of affection and trust!

It also prompts him to lean more into his demonic sounds (growls, hisses, snarls, etc). Plus he’s curious just how much you can mimic!

Absolutely gets you cute little cat-themed things when he’s out and about

Leviathan

It doesn’t take him long to figure out the similarities, since he’s such an otaku

With no warning, he ABSOLUTELY gets you cat ear headbands, (No he didn’t intentionally get a par with orange ribbons and bells, that’s just a coincidence, SHUT UP!!)

Would also totally make you a cat onesie if you wanted / let him.

And don’t get me STARTED on all of the cosplays he’d want you to do! There’s no shortage of cat-themed characters in anime! He might get a bit guilt trippy about it, and ask again every so often, but he will at least try to respect your decision if you don’t want to do it

He actually likes the more subtle affections, since they’re slightly less overwhelming for him

Another accidental hisser! It’s kind of reflex, considering his reptilian familiar

When he first catches you making biscuits, he short circuits. How can you be so kawaii???

Satan

It takes him one interaction with you, and he’s already figured it out and is head over heels with you

Similar to Levi, he leans hard into encouraging these behaviors, and picks them up from you too

When you two are just chilling in his room, reading or doing work, there is a good chance he will take to meowing to see if you mimic.

Lots of cat-themed things for you both!

Lucifer may not let him have a cat… but he can’t say no to letting Satan have MC time! So HA!

More often than not, his brothers have caught him watching you with a soft expression whenever he catches you making biscuits, head bomping, ‘sun bathing’ in front of the fire place, etc

He considers you leaning on him or giving him headbomps the highest honor

He can and would kill for you

This your hiss is adorable, like a little kitten’s. Doesn’t consider it intimidating though, just cute.

Absolutely loves to test just how far your mannerisms go

Asmodeus

Confused by your habits at first, the kneading and the bomps, but they’re cute and harmless!

But when he notices Satan pick up the habits, he realizes what the inspiration is

How adorable!! Or, purr-ecious~

Absolutely wants to put a bell collar on you if you’d let him (But you don’t have to)

Gets you cat themed accessories, because it’s a fitting aesthetic!

Iffy on headbomps though. If you want to lean on him and do the little headbomps (and who wouldn’t??), he INSISTS that you follow this particular routine for your hair and skin

He’d also probably try to use your kneading habit to give him massages

Beelzebub

Since Beel isn’t much of a talker, he understands your affections and habits really easily, even if he doesn’t realize they’re cat-like

He enjoys the quiet affections of leans and just doing your own things near each other and headbomps

Curious about kneading and wonders if you’re daydreaming about actually kneading dough

Absolutely mimics habits he doesn’t understand to try and figure them out

Startled when you hiss, and isn’t intimidated, but is concerned and slightly upset. Did he hurt you? Make you mad? He didn’t mean to…

Honestly Belphie has a lot of the same mannerisms so he’s used to it

Belphegor

Like I said, he has similar mannerisms, with an extra dash of ‘little shit’

Absolutely shows his affection through proximity and small touches like leans and bomps

Just blinks at you when you hiss. If you hiss cause he startles you, he just grins

King of slow blinks

He nuzzles into your side / lap when he’s trying to nap, so he doesn’t blame you for doing it in return

He absolutely tries to encourage other cat like habits, like causing chaos when bored, knocking stuff over, sleeping in inconvenient spots, waking up and running around at 3am (but you’re on your own with that), etc

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slashersgostabbystabstab · 3 years

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Halloween Oreos (Michael Myers x Reader)

Original Ask: How about some snack time with Micheal uwu sharing Halloween oreos with his s/o or someone me whose getting close to him. Perhaps they buy him some huehue

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Haddonfield had become a rather quiet place following the Halloween murders, the following years becoming somewhat grim.

Halloween was no longer the same, or at least it was something that made the residents of Haddonfield tense up. Even after thirteen years, people were sometimes too afraid to speak the Boogeyman’s name. At least, people finally came out of their homes, as if the plague was already over with. After thirteen years, one could have said that the Boogeyman was no more.

October had finally come around, and this year Haddonfield was gifted with a veil of fresh white snow on just the third day of the month.

You grunted as you fixed the plastic bags in your hands, the mittens you wore making it somewhat difficult to properly hold them.Today was the day to go out for groceries, a task you only did every now and then due to your current living condition.

“Need help there?” you heard a voice behind you, prompting you to turn and see the cashier that had rung you up in the grocery store.

“Oh! Ah,” you gave a nervous chuckle as you once again fixed the plastic bags. “I-I can bear, thank you though.”

“I really don’t mind lending a hand, especially in this weather.”

“It’s alright.” you insisted, especially after a chill ran down your back, your eyes glancing around as an uneasy feeling came over you. “Thank you, I really appreciate it. I just need to get going right now. Somebody’s waiting for me.”

“Ah, I see.” he nodded, taking a step back as you sighed in relief. “I’ll leave you to it then.”

“Thank you, have a nice day.” you nodded as well, not bothering to watch him leave as you knew the consequences of such things.

As you headed to your car, you took notice of a news crew that had stationed itself across the road, right at a sidewalk that led to another array of stores. The crew was specifically focused on a hardware store that had its glass windows broken, even the farthest eye could see the bloody handprints that were splattered on the walls inside as well as other blood prints.

You shivered at the thought of what had gone down inside, instead focusing on the trunk of your car before loading everything inside. Not paying much attention to the camera crew, or at least not wanting to do so, you hopped into your car to drive out of town. But not before taking a good look at your surroundings, on edge about the eyes that were possibly watching your every move.

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Home was a rather lengthy ride, no more than an hour’s time thankfully, but the searching for it was what made up for that isolation you required. Considering the situation you lived in, your partially preferred living arrangements lie in the woods outside of town, where things were calm and quiet.

Hopping out of your car, you felt as the snow began to fall once again. This meant that in the morning, the veil would be much thicker and there was no going out, especially as your small home was situated in a deep part of the woods.

Hearing your boots with every step, you unloaded the groceries which would definitely be taking more than one go. You made your way towards the cabin in front of you, coming to stop after walking onto the porch as your eyes caught crimson.

Right on the wood were boot prints, every single one as red as the blood from the hardware store.

Your eyes followed the trail that led to the door itself, and you took notice of it being ajar.

Dropping the bags onto the porch, you placed a hand on the door to cautiously take a step inside. The creak of the door was enough to have you jump back the slightest bit, especially as your eyes continued to examine the trail of blood that led into the kitchen.

Now, you knew not to act like a girl in a horror movie but…

“Hello?” you called out into the emptiness of your home, holding your keys close to either fight with them or immediately flee to the car. “Is that you-”

Soon enough your scream pierced the air as you jumped off the ground, this due to feeling a rough hand clasp onto your shoulder from behind.

Once you had turned around, you groaned at the sight of an older man that stared down at you with dead eyes.

“Michael!” you yelled at him, then fixing your jacket which had slightly crumpled up at the shoulder where you had been grabbed. “I thought you were someone else.”

The man before you in no way flinched, not even bothering to blink as he continued to watch your every move.

“You leave in the middle of the night without a word and leave me alone all day.” you mentioned before passing by him, knowing that he turned his entire body to always be facing you. “Well now that you’re done with scaring the hell out of me, I’m done with the groceries. Won’t need to go out until January I think. I hope so, since it’s starting to get pretty cold out.”

Michael Myers, the Shape or Boogeyman of Haddonfield, stood right at your door with not a care in the world. If anything, your door to your house, was his door to his house. It had been this way for quite awhile now.

A few years actually.

It was surprising that he was not wearing his mask, his blue and clouded eye completely fixated on your figure as you grabbed the bags right at the entrance.

Once you had grabbed the bags at the door and then the remaining ones in the car, you shut and locked the door before being followed by Michael into the kitchen.

After he had spared you years back, Michael had come to act like a cat. Always with his nose on the lookout for what it is you would be feeding him. Hilariously, that was just how Michael reluctantly came into your life.

“I haven’t prepared anything since I’ve been out most of the day.” you admitted, ever so quietly laughing at the soft groan that rumble in Michael’s throat. “I did find some sweet goodies at the market though. Especially at WalMart.”

Michael didn’t always understand the things you talked about, but he was always listening. Always watching. Learning.

“They have these new cookies for the season. The orange looks kind of funny, but I’m pretty sure they taste the same as the originals.” you mentioned as you set the groceries on the counter, looking through the bags as you began to put everything in its place. “I also got you some stuff to shave off that scruff.”

Michael’s eyes darted down in an attempt to look at his chin, instead seeing you hand placed under it as you softly rubbed your thumb on it.

“Though I have to admit that it’s starting to grow on me.” you smiled before making your way back to the groceries. “Just like the greys in your hair.”

It really had been a few years since you had met Michael, a relationship forming after a pretty good while. He was in his mid-twenties, practically a middle-aged man now who hadn’t been found by the authorities this entire time thanks to you.

As you began to prepare a hot beverage for yourself, and Michael who you knew would ignore it but drink it behind your back, you knew that Michael was watching you intently. His eyes were glued on your hands that grabbed a pumpkin you had purchased. Somehow, he had not even realized the large vegetable as you brought it in.

“Found a recipe you might like, especially for the cold.” you spoke before grabbing a kitchen knife, one that piqued Michale’s interest but was not enough to have him snatching it away due to its size. “Especially with all the pumpkins that are out now.”

To his dissatisfaction, you set the knife down besides the pumpkin on the counter before facing him.

“But before I make that, I’m gonna go change. These clothes are starting to make me feel stuffy.” you removed your jacket as you walked around the counter and out the kitchen, for once not being followed by Michael who was now focused on the knife you had left behind.

Knowing that you would be too focused on finding one of his shirts to wear, he approached the counter to take hold of the knife, bringing it to his face to admire how it shone under the kitchen light. He first held it pointing upwards, but changed it so that he was instead gripping it with the blade pointing down. His head craned to the vegetable beside him, and instinct got the best of him.

“I see you got started with the pumpkin.” he heard your voice, turning around after having jabbed the knife down into the pumpkin which had more than a simple wound.

Michael grabbed the knife once again to pull it out, his entire body facing you once again as he tilted his head at your figure.

Your eyes fell to the knife that contained a bit of pumpkin residue, even a seed or two managed to slip out due to Michael’s brute strength. Now your eyes were on his blank features, and you couldn’t help but give him a smirk.

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It wasn’t often that you lit the fireplace as to avoid any attention from outsiders, especially authorities who had honestly given up on the search for Michael despite his former psychiatrist’s demands, but you believed that tonight was just the night for a warm fire.

Despite the cold weather, you only wore one of Michael’s shirts with socks, perhaps a little something on your bottom. You figured that there wasn’t an entire need for covering yourself when Michael was your human blanket, and one that refused to come off you.

With all of the day’s work done, you sat on the couch, or more like Michael’s lap as he sat on the couch. Your legs were crossed as your torso was constricted by Michael’s strong arms, his chin casually laying on top of your head as you ate the last of your pumpkin soup.

Both pairs of eyes stared up ahead, almost next to the fireplace where your TV screen was placed. You were both watching the moving pictures, or at least Michael resumed that when you made comments about the movie.

“That’s so cheesy, no girl would scream and faint on the spot if she saw a monster.” you ever so slightly shook your head, Michael’s chin too heavy to actually complete the motion. “At least, nowadays. However, that looked like that one scene from the latest Child’s Play movie where the guy has a heart attack.”

It was an old monster movie kind of night, your mood demanding it and Michael no doubt being curious. Frankenstein actually seemed to catch his attention.

The man’s eyes glanced down at you as he saw your arms stretch out with your empty bowl, attempting to put it on the coffee table in front of the couch. This of course was quite impossible with Michael holding you back, his grip on you only becoming tighter as you were managing to barely escape his grasp.

“Michael!” you groaned, pulling your head forwards until his arms made a ring around your hips after you were able to snake the top part of your body out.

As you reached out to set the bowl down, you felt Michael bury his face right into your back before rubbing himself all over and taking in your scent simultaneously.

“I just want to put the damn bowl down.” you wheezed, eventually releasing a sigh of relief when your glass bowl safely landed on the table. But it made you also pleased to have grabbed the plate you had prepared along with the bowls of soup, making sure it or its contents didn’t slip out of your hands as you adjusted your body to the former position.

Michael gave a grunt as he placed his chin on your head again, this time making sure that you had no way of escaping him.

“You wanna try one, Michael?” you lifted the plate just a bit, having Michael peer down at the plate that contained black little circles that smelled weirdly to him. “They’re the newest Oreos. The cookies I mentioned earlier.”

You placed the plate on your lap, wishing that that was enough to hold them up while you took one of the cookies and offered it up to Michael.

“I don’t have any milk right now because you’re not gonna let me get any, so take it like this.

Michael squinted at the cookie, the orange filling enough to have him blinking at least once. In this state of his, you were able to break free and spin your body in place so that your legs were no longer crossed but instead on either side of Michaels’ waist. The plate of cookies was safely put on the empty space of the couch so that nothing could fall.

Having a mind of their own, Michael’s hands wrapped themselves around you as he once again stared at the cookie.

“It’s just a cookie Michael.” you giggled, lowering it before taking a bite out of it yourself.

Michael’s eyes landed on your lips, watching the way they moved as you chewed the cookie piece. Tiny black crumbs adorned your lips, every now and then shifting the more you chewed.

You watched him as well, finding it how funny his curiosity was. So, you popped in the remainder of your cookie before eating it as well, now feeling one of Michael’s arms leave your waist.

Instead, his fingers brushed against the warmth of your skin as his nails carefully scraped your cheeks. The tips of his fingers now coming close to your lips, his index finger actually on your bottom lip before it pulled it down and open.

“Michael,” you breathed out, knowing that Michael was merely observing the crumbs left on your lips.

Blinking up at Michael, you saw as he brought his face down to yours. His lips now dangerously close to yours as he continued to play with your bottom lip, making your breath hitch as he neared more and more.

Soon enough you closed your eyes when Michael closed the gasp, but not with his lips but his tongue.

Your eyes shot open as you felt his tongue lick the corner of your lip, continuing onto your lips themselves. You placed your hands on his shoulders, gripping onto them as you felt his own twist around the shirt you wore.

Your lips had already been parted from the shock of Michael’s actions, that good enough for Michael to slip in his tongue to get a taste of your mouth.

He didn’t care about your nails digging into his shoulders but in fact enjoyed it, pressing your chest against his as his tongue continued to explore your cavern, tasting every bit he could. But before you could follow along with his treatment, Michael retreated himself and looked down at you with half-lidded eyes that matched yours. Well, his didn’t have as much emotion as yours for he was difficult to faze of course.

“Michael?” you sighed at him, thoughts clouded with what just happened. You were then snapped out of it when Michael let go of you with one hand, reaching to the side where the plate of cookies was.

He had grabbed another one, bringing up in between your faces and leaving it there for just a moment. Soon after, he brought it to your lips, scraping it against them before slowly slipping it in so that you could take a bite.

As you chewed the cookie, Michael took the other piece into his mouth, leaving the two of you with crumbs on each of your lips.

His tongue slid out once again, licking the crumbs off of his lips before you got the memo.

The flush on your cheeks was more than enough to warm you up on this chilly October night.

#halloween #halloween 1978 #michael myers #michael myers x reader #halloween 2018 #killer x reader

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author-k · 3 years

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Clueless Together

Levi Ackerman x Reader

Summary: The reader is clueless about their feelings towards Levi until Hanji points it out to the reader. (gender-neutral)

Even though you always seemed to be at each other's throats, in some weird way Levi found it comforting to be around you even though he found your attitude and witty remarks annoying. However today you were unusually quiet and it put him on edge.

No matter the order or chore he gave you, you had obediently complied without a single complaint and a dazed expression, you had also been avoiding eye-contact. Something was wrong, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask what was bothering you.

he was seated in his office, you seated across from him helping him out with some paperwork. The air was quiet the only sound meeting their ears were that of pens scribbling and papers being flipped over. This was new and much different to the loud and bubbly atmosphere you brought wherever you went.

He finally decided to speak “ Cat got your tongue today?” he didn’t need to look up at you to know you had thrown a glare in his direction, “you're quiet today”, his eyes still turned toward the papers in front of him as he spoke to you. “ are you trying to provoke me?” you answered curtly, the venom dripping from your tone almost unnoticeable. He knew you better than that and he knew that even if you weren’t entirely yourself today there were things about that would never change.

“ you’re just acting out of character is all.” he played off his concern like he wasn’t interested but in reality, he was trying to understand why you were behaving this way. “why? miss my witty attitude? afraid you’ll never find someone to challenge your sarcasm?” you smirked at him.

your subtle flirting wasn’t new either and occasionally you'd throw in a flirty comment now and then but with your current state today he honestly wasn’t expecting it. Levi was very good at controlling his emotions and although he never gave in to your flirting he couldn’t say he didn’t enjoy it.

“of course not, its been peaceful” he brushed off your comment. you narrowed your eyes at him, him not making eye-contact before continuing with your assigned duties. An awkward silence had fallen between you two but it seemed Levi was the only one who was affected by it.

you continued to work in silence until the sun began to set turning the sky an orange hue. Levi had dismissed you for the night and he was left alone in his office to gather his thoughts. Yet even with all that thinking he still couldn’t understand what could be wrong with you, it was like you had changed overnight.

He let out a frustrated sigh and decided to take a walk to clear his head. On his way back however he noticed you from afar having a serious conversation with Hanji, although he couldn’t hear what you were saying, from what he knew about you there was no doubt you were complaining about something.

You and Hanji spent a lot of time together it wasn’t even farfetched to say you two were best friends. He knew you confided in Hanji a lot more then you confided in him, so he wouldn’t be surprised if they knew things about you that he didn’t. It made him quite nervous, he was afraid that Hanji might have accidentally told you about his fondness for you, he didn’t want to cause complications.

You had suddenly gasped raising your hands in defence and shaking your head and rushed off to bed. The event puzzled him, had he done something wrong? He eventually decided that he wasn’t going to figure out what was wrong with you tonight and he’ll just ask you tomorrow.

The previous night's thoughts went out the window when he saw you the next morning, he greeted you as usual but when he turned to you, you made an expression he’d never seen you make.

Your cheeks were dusted pink and your eyes were glued to the floor as you quietly returned the greeting. Genuinely concerned for your health he took a step towards you and placed the back of his hand against your forehead to check your temperature. “ are you sick?” he asked concerned. It would explain the sudden change in your behaviour but your cheeks only reddened at his actions. Even more flustered then before you knocked his hand away from your forehead “n- n- no” you were a stuttering mess. unsure how to react or handle the situation you bolted out the door leaving him more confused then yesterday.

He hadn’t seen or heard from you all day. Even if he didn’t show it he was worried about you and your lack of communication with him was pissing him off. Anybody who came into contact with him was either death-glared or reprimanded.

While he was doing training drills with the newer scouts you and Hanji passed by his field of vision, he quickly issued them with laps and went in the direction he last saw you. He was fed up with the current situation. Just as he was about to turn the corner he heard you talking to who he presumed to be Hanji. He wasn’t one for eavesdropping and he never really cared what you two spoke about but he just wanted to understand what in the world was going on.

“What do I do now Hanji...?” you wined causing him to roll his eyes, this was so typical of you always causing trouble and then wining about the consequences. “ well what exactly is going on?” his assumption correct when he heard Hanji’s voice. “ I don’t know Hanji ever since you said that ridiculous thing to me last night I get this weird feeling around Levi, I feel this anxious feeling in my chest and I feel really hot but I don't have a fever” Hanji’s chuckle rang through his ears and his heart rate picked up. “ You have feelings for shorty” “ Jeez Hanji!” you began to shush them “Not so loud if people hear you they’ll spread rumours” Levi was shocked beyond compare his thoughts were messy and his mind jumped into every scenario under the sun “ Are you sure is not a heart condition or something because...” the conversation seemed to continue but he didn’t stay to hear anymore as he was sure him being the topic of that conversation wasn’t meant for his ears.

Later that day when the sun was just about ready to start setting. A knock on his door pulled Levi’s attention away from the paperwork he was drowning his thoughts out with. “come in” he muttered. He was astonished to see you slip into the room, he didn’t expect to see at all for the rest of the day.

You awkwardly stood quite a distance from his desk. He put his pen down to focus on you. he vividly remembered Hanji’s words from earlier and grimaced at the distasteful nickname they'd given him.

He spoke first as it didn’t seem you were going to say anything anytime soon. “ where were you today ?” he questioned his eyes trained on you as you looked everywhere except him.

You took a deep breath before answering “ The doctors... turns out I may have an underlying heart condition” you nervously laughed. He stared at you deadpanned not sure if you were being serious or trying to be funny. Either way your words warmed his heart and he’d never let you know but he had the same underlying heart condition except you were the root of his.

#levi ackerman #aot #snk #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #hanji #hange zoe #hanji zoë #hange #levi attack on titan #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #levi imagine #levi fanfiction

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viaryius · 3 years

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I couldn't resist 🤍Little Caranthir story 🤍

He is so sweet 🤍

Little Caranthir is bored. Eternal reading of books and learning does not make sense to the little elf. He is very tired, he needs a break. He needs to have fun. What happens when he gets the chance?

Story Link: HERE 🌿

In a room full of books, there was an echo of quiet snoring. An elf who has dressed in a green tunic, sat on his chair and slept. His blond hair slid into his face during sleep and gently rubbed against his cheekbones. He held a book in his hands, which he read until he fell asleep from exhaustion. His relaxed body dropped the book on the ground.

The book slid slowly on the ground from tired hands that could no longer hold it. The fall of the book on the ground made a small rumble. But not big enough to wake the sleeping elf. His eyelids were closed, and at times there was a hint of restlessness or disapproving growl, caused his dreams. The peace of a fallen book, was disturbed by a small child's hand.

The child looked curiously at the book. His ice-blue eyes focused on the title, which was engraved in silver. Herbal Arkanara. The boy rolled his eyes boredly. He knew this book very well. He read it so many times, that he could recite the whole book from beginning to end. The long days of boredom, he tried relieved by reading the various books, which he found. But most of the books have been repeated.

With his bored childish expression, he looked at the elf, who was sitting and sleeping quietly. There was only a quiet blow in the room. The little elf watched him lazily. His eyes returned to the book. He walked over to the table and quietly placed it in front of his teacher.

Little Caranthir was not afraid of him, but he had respect for him. Especially when his teacher was involuntarily awakened from sleep. The memory of waking his teacher was not the best for little Caranthir. Only at the slightest hint of that memory his shoulder hurt again. He did not want to run away again from the flying books. which his teacher throws at him. A mischievous smile appeared on Caranthir face and he chuckled. At least then, the old elf was funny. Red as pepper.

The little elf sighed resignedly and walked slowly but very quietly to the other end of the room. He sat down at a table with many different books. But he didn't read today, he wasn't in the mood for it. He knew them by heart, like all other books. His eyes ran around the room, looking for some kind of fun or distraction.

Caranthir sighed boredly again and put his hand on his chin. The platinum strand of hair, that wandered into his face quickly hid behind his ear. His ice blue eyes stopped at his teacher. He narrowed his eyes and studied him carefully. Hair, clothes and his face. Nothing. No change. Avallac'h was so boring in some cases. He sighed in frustration and hid his head with his hands in despair.

His eyes brightened wildly. He knew what to do. He had waited too long for this, and now when his teacher did not perceive reality, he could do it. Mischief gleamed in his eyes.

The old elf is sleeping. Caranthir grin his teeth mischievously. Now I have a chance to finally had some fun. He had a cheerful smile on his face. His steps quieter than a cat, he sneak very slowly to a table with various elixirs and bottles.

Caranthir attention was focused on one particular elixir. A small oblong bottle, containing a red-white powder was right in front of him. He grabbed it quickly and hid the bottle in the inside pocket of his pale blue tunic. He twisted quietly and jumped. Behind Caranthir was a smaller wave of ice-colored energy, which disappeared after a while.

The little elf landed on soft grass. It was quite far from his teacher's home or town. He stood up carefully and checked to see if the bottle had been damaged when he fell. Sometimes he teleported without thinking. A satisfied smile appeared on his face. The bottle was whole and undamaged. He pulled a small piece of text from his other pocket, which Caranthir had written off while Avallac'h was asleep.

Now is the right time. No unnecessary instruction, prohibitions and orders. I can do it without his help. After all, I'm more special than other magicians. Pride appeared on the boy's face.

He focused his attention on his surroundings. He tried to find the perfect place to perform his spell. It can't be any ordinary place. Magic and power must breathe from that place. It has to call you. He echoed the Avallach commands in his head. Aha! I have it! Caranthir looked at the huge tree. Its crown formed an ideal hiding place, and at the same time a huge force of energy passed through it.

Caranthir worked ingeniously and skillfully, knowing very well what he do. With the stones around him, he created a smaller stone circle into which he inserted the leaves of the Aarkh tree. The leaves were often used for similar magical purposes by various elven magicians.

He smiled proudly after completing the stone circle. He did it himself without the help of some grumpy older elf. He giggled and his eyes sparkled with joy and pride. He was satisfied with himself.

Caranthir took the last step. Invocation of the natural spirit itself. This will be the more difficult step. He frowned uncertainly. But if I can do it, I can prove that Avallac'h made a mistake about me. He starts to take me more seriously.

In the center of the stone circle, engraved a symbol that was on paper. The last step was to apply red and white dust to summon a fiery spirit guard.

With a careful but consistent eye, he poured dust into the center of the symbol. He had to do it slowly and precisely to avoid an unsolicited side situation. Working with fire dust is dangerous, especially for young apprentices.

Done. His ice-blue eyes glowed with joy and pride. Everything was exactly as he studied. Caranthir is a perfectionist on the details, he took great care of. He waited for the sun to cover the huge cloud, which would absorb even the last rays of the sun.

When the sun was covered by a large cloud, Caranthir did not wait and took his chance. He stretched his small thumbs toward the circle and closed his ice-blue eyes tightly. He listened to the sound of the wind, which stroked his platinum hair.

An ice-blue light came out of his hands, and he began to whisper words that were very old and even ancient. Light shot from his hands toward the center of the circle. Caranthir eyes were still closed. He knew he had to resist his childhood curiosity. If he stopped concentrating, it could turn him in a negative direction.

In the center of the stone circle appeared wonderful orange-red sparks, which cluster in one larger one. The noise cluster began to take shape. There was a strange crack. Instead of a cluster and unbridled noise, a small fiery owl with the color of fire sat in the center of the symbol. She looked around curiously. Caranthir couldn't stand it. Curiosity overcame him. The boy's ice blue eyes opened. He stared at the tiny owl elemental of fire. Her tail… burning ?? He was honestly surprised.

Their eyes met. The owl looked into the boy's eyes. She spread her wings and flew to the level of the boy's face. For Caranthir, she was beautiful. The owl maneuvered her wings sharply. Caranthir was startled by her sudden movement. He lost his balance and fell to the ground. The little fiery elemental used his freedom and flew away.

No! I have to find her! The fire owl can cause big problems. Not only me but also others! In despair, his head flashed and he ran in the direction she was flying. He stopped a little closer to the forest. Caranthir looked around nervously, with little hope of finding her. Avallac’h would not be pleased with my exercise. A sharp nervousness ran through his small body.

His eyes shone with hope, when he saw a small point of fire towards the forest. Found her! Without further ado, he ran after her. She was flying over a branch of a withered tree. Smoke began to rise from some parts of the tree. The boy scratched his head nervously.

I have to call her to me! Otherwise, the dry tree may collapse very quickly. The worst option would be to switch to the surrounding trees. I can't risk that! Avallac'h would throw at me not just one book, but the entire library in his study!

Caranthir held out his hands in front of him again, directing his power toward the owl. She understood the command immediately and came to him again. This time she fluttered her wings more slowly, looking straight into Caranthir icy-blue eyes.

There was silence around them. Only the quiet flapping of the wings of the owl's spirit, echoed. Caranthir raised an astonished eyebrow. The color of the owl elemental began to change. The red-orange color has disappeared. It was replaced by blue, which was replaced by black. Caranthir frowned his forehead. She didn't like her color. He realized what that meant. The spell broke. The fiery spirit will explode! Before he could get to safety, the elemental was engulfed in black dust and exploded.

Caranthir saw nothing. He didn't notice the world around him. He was in the dark. The shock wave of the blast threw him into the meadow. He woke up to a long and uncomfortable whistle in his head. Caranthir sat disoriented on the grass and tried to analyze the location.

Explosion. The fiery spirit exploded. His voice echoed in his head very tired. He sighed in disappointment and looked embarrassed at the ground. He was disappointed on yourself, he felt he could do nothing right. I failed. With his right hand, he wanted to fix hair, that had tickled on the right side of his head.

His hand touched his head ... the boy froze. Shock and horror filled his ice-blue eyes. HAIR! Horrified, placed his palm on the right half of his head. He could only feel tiny hair under his fingers. With the bag he had on his belt, he quickly pulled out a mirror.

Caranthir froze. He was missing a piece of hair on the right side of his head. He had only tiny hairs that the explosion did not absorb. The boy just exhaled in frustration. He knew that Avallac‘h would demand the truth of what had happened to him. Caranthir icy-eyes darkened and sparks of fierce anger erupted. He threw the mirror in his hands with all his strength on the ground. The mirror breaking into several pieces.

His eyes filled with coldness. It was the eyes of a winter storm that destroyed and killed everything in its path. He was angry on yourself. On his inability to rise above his curiosity. He clenched his fist. The power in his veins began to circulate rapidly. She connected with his anger and disappointment. Cold and ice began to form around him. He was beginning to lose control.

Caranthir's rage of anger was interrupted by a wild neigh. He looked toward the sound. Not far from him stood several unicorns, who aggressively stomped and scratched. One of them dangerously turned his horn towards the boy. Caranthir felt a noise in his head. He remembered what Avallac'h had told him to do if he found himself in such a situation. He began to mumble a song taught to him by his teacher.

With cautious and slow steps, he began to back away from them as far as he could so, that he could teleport to safety. The boy's body was tense and he felt fear intensify inside him. The black unicorn overcame the boy's intentions and walked slowly behind the boy. Other unicorns joined him.

A cold shiver ran through Caranthir body. The unicorns hurry up. Unpleasant feelings of fear and anxiety ran through his body. He remembered stories of the enormous pain in which elves died of wounds from unicorn horns.

A black unicorn threatened the boy aggressively with his horn. Caranthir anticipated and jumped. Fortunately, he didn't touch him. He regretted leaving Avallach office without his knowledge. He'd rather be bored to death.

Behind the boy came a battle cry of riders. The unicorns stopped, stamped anxiously, and stood on their hind legs. Not a second passed, riders on horses with bright red cloack, attacked on the unicorns. At the speed of the riders, the little elf lost his balance and fell to the grass. The unicorns ran away from the red riders.

The riders proudly called out their triumphant shout. One of the riders turned his dark brown stallion and walked over to the boy. The boy looked at him with curiosity, astonishment and respect for him. The rider carried himself proudly on his stallion. Elegance, pride and something unpredictable and dangerous radiated from him. The rider's green eyes looked closely at the little boy, who was looking at him in great astonishment. Caranthir was not afraid of the rider's predatory eyes.

The rider grinned confidently. He's not afraid of me. I like it. It passed through the head of the green-eyed rider. He removed his helmet from his head, revealing his raven-black hair. For a moment, the boy forgot to breathe in amazement. The elf's green eyes watched the boy's expression in amusement.

"Boy ..." The black-haired elf began in a calm voice, "Tell me what you're doing here alone. Where are your parents? Do they know you're almost at the magic line? ”The elf raised an eyebrow suspiciously and watched the boy's expression intently.

"I don't know my parents, but I have a mentor who teaches me and takes care of me ..." The boy began to talk to him while his ice blue eyes look to the the rider green eyes.

"And he doesn't know I'm here ..." He added quieter. The black-haired elf just tilted his head to the side curiously.

"Doesn't he know? Who is your mentor? ”He asked with interest in his voice. Caranthir just sighed softly and scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Avallac'h .... sir," he muttered. Surprise appeared on the black-haired elf's face. So you are to be our salvation? He looked at the boy with great interest.

"Golden child. That's what Crevan calls you, if I'm not mistaken. ”The black-haired elf kept watching him with interest in his eyes. The boy just nodded silently and added.

"My name is Caranthir Ar-feiniel, thank you for saving my life. I owe you one. ”He introduced himself very politely and bowed. The black-haired elf grinned foxly. Crevan raised you well.

"My name is Eredin Bréacc Glas. I am the leader of Dearg Ruadhi. ” Eredin noticed a spark of knowledge and great admiration in the eyes of young Caranthir.

"I heard about you! You're really amazing! ”Little Caranthir shouted enthusiastically. Eredin laughed at his childish haste and admiration.

Eredin held out his hand to the boy and said with a smile on his lips.

"I'll take you home. I'm sure your mentor will run away from his senses. ” Eredin's green eyes sparkled with malice. Caranthira was surprised, but he didn't ask. The boy did not hesitate. He took the elf's hand and the black-haired elf placed it on his horse. Little Caranthir felt his pride grow. Eredin just narrowed his eyes and looked at the boy closely.

"Hmm ... I swear the last time I saw you, even if only from a distance, your hair was on both sides of your head. Didn't you start experimenting with hairstyles to make Avallac'h angry? ” Eredin asked with a curious grin. Caranthir froze for a moment. My hair ... I completely forgot about it in the confusion. The boy shook his horse in embarrassment.

"I was experimenting ..." Caranthir replied uncertainly. He was ashamed to admit the real reason why he was missing a piece of hair.

"So, the rebel?" Eredin tease him with a cheerful smile.

"Very well. Crevan needs to have blood flow in his veins so he doesn't mummify completely. ” A mischievous smile appeared on Caranthir face.

Eredin just pulled on his stallion's reins and ran across the meadow at the wind. Little Caranthir didn't even think about it and noticed his teacher residence. He swallowed nervously. He will have something to explain.

Avallac'h was about to go looking for Caranthir when he noticed a rider approaching. It was Eredin. Avallac'h went against him, when his eyes widened in surprise and relief. Eredin was not alone. Caranthir also sat on his horse. His stiff face relaxed. He was fine and healthy. He narrowed his eyes carefully. What happened to his hair?

"Crevan," Eredin said calmly.

"Eredin," Avallac‘h replied. There was a strangely tense atmosphere between the two elves. Caranthir was measured first by Eredin and then by Avallac’h. He frowned thoughtfully. Strange. He thought to himself.

"I feel like you've lost someone." Eredin took the boy and laid him on the ground. Caranthir took cautious steps toward his mentor. He didn't even have to guess. He could see very well in the mentor's eyes that he was not thrilled with his trip.

“Lost ..." Avallac'h began in a calm voice, staring his aquamarine eyes into the green eyes of a predator.

"I could argue about that. Since Caranthir has his own head and is responsible for what he does." Avallac’h said and glancing sternly at Caranthir. Caranthir just guilty lowered his eyes and crossed from foot to foot.

"Pay more attention on the golden child. His life was in danger of a unicorn. ”Eredin spoke. He looked into the boy's icy blue eyes and added mysteriously.

"He will play an important role in the future, won't Crevan?" His green eyes looked into the eyes of aquamarine again. Avallac'h just sighed frustration.

"It doesn't matter to me, but to him ..." Avallac’h added lowly. Caranthir looked at him in curiously. What are they talking about?

"Caranthir has learned his lesson today. I think he had several opportunities to learn.” Avallac’h looked at Caranthira. Eredin grinned foxly and nodded.

" Well then. It was an honor to meet you, Caranthir. And by the way, a good haircut.” Caranthir straightened in surprise and looked at Eredin in amazement. His head flashed. He knew what he wanted to be. He wants to become a red rider. Protect his people and be like him the leader of Dearg Ruadhi. Strong, fearless and admired.

Caranthir's thought process was interrupted by his mentor's voice.

"I think you have something to explain to me ..." Avallac'h stood in front of the boy. Caranthir had no choice. He sighed and looked into his teacher's eyes. Did he notice worry and fear in Avallac'h eyes? Caranthir wondered.

"I'm sorry ..." Caranthir began.

"You slept and I was bored ... I didn't want to disturb you ... so I decided to go for a walk." Avallac'h tilted his head gently to his side and raised an eyebrow. He knew that was not entirely true.

"Did you need fire dust for the walk?" Why did you take fire dust?" He continued. His tone was stern but soft at the same time. He didn't need to raise his voice. He was Aen Saevherne after all. Just his presence and conversation with him was a test for some.

"I wanted ..." Caranthir paused. He exhaled and stared into mentor's eyes.

"You wanted?" Avallac'h repeated after him.

"I wanted to summon a fiery elemental ..." Avallac‘h looked at Caranthir and touched the spot where the boy's hair had burned. He stared at him for a moment with a worried look. Then he looked him straight into his icy-blue eyes.

"I guess from your appearance, it didn't turn out the best ..." He saw shame and disappointment in Caranthir eyes. With one small nod of his head, he confirmed the teacher's words.

"I just wanted you to be proud of me ... that I could do it without help ... that I deserve to be a mage ..." The boy's voice broke. He felt tears of shame and disappointment running down his cheeks. He bowed his head so his teacher wouldn't see it.

Two fingers lifted Caranthir head. He looked into his teacher's eyes again.

"It's fine. Sometimes even great magicians fail. ”Avallac'h eyes were calm and radiant warmth of encouragement. He wiped the boy's wet cheeks with his thumb.

"You are still very young. Don't worry about failing. You're still learning. ”A smile appeared on Caranthir face.

"Caranthir, I'm here to guide you and help you on your journey to becoming a magician. It is not a shame to ask for help. You're lucky Eredin found you in time. I'm not angry with you, but you can never do something like that again without my knowledge. Do you promise me that? ” The boy just nodded eagerly. He saw the boy's face relax. The grief disappeared from his face.

"I promise and forgive me ..." A soft smile appeared on Avallac'h face.

" One more thing. I don't say that often but I'm proud of you ...” Caranthir looked at him in astonishment and gratitude. His eyes glowed with pride. Although Avallac’h never confessed aloud, Caranthir was more of a son than an apprentice.

The boy made a gesture that surprised Avallac'h himself. He hugged him tightly. Avallac’h was frozen for a few seconds. But he returned his kindness with his hug. Avallac’h was happy he was okay. He needs to pay more attention to him

"Eredin was wrong in his statement that you were turning into a mummified ..." Caranthir said out of nowhere. Avallac’h stopped. And he looked at the boy in shock. "Mummified?" He repeated, looking at where the rider had disappeared.

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