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undreaming-fanfiction · 3 months

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My lovely @henderdads Cass, I unfortunately didn't manage to write a full length fanfiction that you 100% deserve for your birthday, buuuut...I saw that your fav Disney movie is Mulan. What if I gave you a very adjusted Mulan Steddie AU idea with a partial apocalypse, joining the army in place of someone you love, and an incredibly annoying voice in your ear who tells you what to say and do...

Eddie Munson is very much anti-war, thank you. He hates the army, hates the cops, tolerates Chief Hopper because he's cool, but overall authority? Nah, not for him. Eddie would never, ever join something violent and wear camo.

The world doesn't care about his preferences. When interdimensional rifts start popping up left and right and the whole planet is currently battling creatures pouring out of what is called the Upside Down dimension, every family has to send a man to join the war.

Eddie should not be joining anything. After a horrific car crash that nearly cost him his life, half of his torso is nothing but scars, his body is weak from spending months in the hospital, plus his aim is atrocious. But the government said someone needs to go, and his beloved uncle Wayne, the 50-ish man who looks like a nihilist but is secretly all the goodness in the world personified, is gearing up to go and serve his country. That just won't do.

He steals the letter ordering someone from the Munson family to join the Hawkins battlefield and prays that no one will have a chance to check his records. They probably won't, most of the documents for his town got burned to a crisp when a rift opened under the office. And because he knows absolutely nothing about the special Upside Down units he's about to join, he's doing what he knows the best - practicing by roleplaying. He's simulating small talk with "the boys". He's trying cheeky comebacks. And he's incredibly, cringe-inducingly bad at it.

Fortunately for him, or maybe not, he has a guardian angel, except the angel is a 13 year old kid he used to DM for. His name is Dustin and he's ruthless. When he stumbles upon Eddie's "Oh yeah, I used to play the ball in high school. Which ball? Uh...all the ball!", he announces Eddie is useless and gives him a small comm he's developed with his nerdy friends. "Don't worry," he says, "I will guide you through everything."

And Eddie believes it might be a good thing, that it might counterbalance his uncontrollable mouth, at least until the moment that he sees his sergeant, Steve Harrington. The guy is friendly, capable, tough as nails and incredibly, mind-numbingly pretty.

"Say good to meet you, sir!" the voice in his ear whispers.

Eddie opens his mouth to say exactly that. "Wow, aren't you a sight to behold, big boy!" is what ends up leaving it.

Dustin finds out the hard way that the barely functioning gay disaster Eddie Munson is impossible to guide through anything. He picks the lock to the showers after midnight to avoid showing his scars - or if he wanted to be honest, showering very heterosexually next to Steve fucking Harrington, the man who pulled him out of harm's way when Eddie messed up, and then nonchalantly produced a spiked bat and beat the creature preparing to snack on Eddie to a pulp.

"Why did you freeze when Steve was discussing tomorrow's mission?" Dustin hisses at him.

"You're not here, you twerp, you'd freeze too if you saw all that chest hair!"

Many things end up happening during the war of the worlds (cliché, but it works in Eddie's head). Eddie somehow ends up saving Steve's life by backing into a cassette player, turning it on and blasting "Master of Puppets" all over the battlefield, luring the creatures away from Steve's position. He tries to explain that it was an accident, but no one believes him.

Eddie notices that the creatures are invading in certain patterns. When people ask him how come he noticed something no one else did, he just shrugs and says: "it's what I would have done if I was running this as a campaign." He ignores Dustin's excited rambling about how cool the campaign would be and that Eddie definitely has to survive now.

Steve starts respecting him, even enjoying his company. How the hell did that happen. And there's definitely some tension between them, not the angry kind, and Eddie is taking cold showers now. For health reasons, obviously.

And finally, Eddie finds out that even if his aim sucks, he's pretty great with a flamethrower. They become unbeatable as a close range fighter duo with Steve.

Eventually, Eddie's insight combined with some secret government experimentation (they experimented on a kid? If it didn't work out so well, Eddie would have punched them and then set them on fire) end the war. The portals are closed, the remaining creatures gradually eliminated. Steve and Eddie are decorated as heroes and sent home. It's all very quick, very "let's not talk about this whole rift thing possibly being a government fault, nope!", Steve finally finds out about Eddie not being fit to serve and spirals into an absolute meltdown about endangering someone who was never supposed to fight in the first place. Eddie finds himself sitting on a bus home with a medal and a broken heart.

It's only a few days later, after Wayne's crushing hugs, scolding, well hidden tears and Dustin's constant visits, that someone knocks on his and Wayne's trailer door. It's Eddie's former sergeant Steve Harrington, wearing a soft yellow sweater and the cutest shy smile Eddie's ever seen. "Hi. Uh...I know it's difficult to make up for putting you through all that and not verifying your records. But..." he says and shushes Eddie when he tries to accept all the blame and get into a spiral of his own, "...I think a dinner would be a good start to that apology. How does that sound?"

Eddie grins at him and reaches for his hand. "I'd say you've got yourself a date, big boy."

#steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie #steddie drabble #steddie au #dustin henderson #mulan inspired #yeah Dustin serves in Mushu's role and he's about as useful as Mushu was #He actually instructed Eddie how to work the flamethrower so that was great #But other than that he'd spend decades bragging it was him who got Eddie and Steve together

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junko-jinko · 2 months

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Hi!! If you don't mind me asking, what's your favorite commission song and cover song from each prsk group?

oh shit let me dig up the list of commissioned songs

I'm gonna answer mostly based on the songs that are available on EN because I'm not up to date with what songs are on JP. Also this response ended up being pretty long and detailed, hope you don't mind! (putting it under cut for that reason. it is a seriously long answer because I have Thoughts)

Commission songs

Leo/need: Flyaway or Teratera orrrr Voices. These are actually the only l/n comms I even really like. Voices only started to grow on me after hearing the Luka and Shiho cover of it. Writing this answer made me go check out the full version of Teratera for the first time and they really left the best parts out of the game huh. So maybe if I have to pick one it's Teratera.

More More Jump!: Parasol Cider 100000000%! what a banger honestly. Had that stuck in my head for hours on end during the event and did not mind it one bit

Vivid BAD SQUAD: Maybe Ready Steady? I'm a Giga enjoyer and the VBS covers have been pretty nice Hitsuji ga Ippiki is a close second though! If I was including the JP songs then Beyond the Way I forgot about Moodlight. Moonlight is my favourite, the melancholic vibes will always be number one for me (this is in no way foreshadowing for the rest of this list, no way)

Wonderland x Showtime: I am in hell, truly, trying to pick just one and not every single one. Back when I started playing proseka for the first time I really adored Tondemo Wonders and it's still one of my favourites out of all proseka songs along with Potatoes but. This one is definitely between Mr Showtime and Donna Ketsumatsu. The angst of both of these songs, the melancholy!! I think it's gotta be Mr. Showtime though, I prefer the style of music of that song over Donna Ketsumatsu.

25-ji, Nightcord de: Since Kitty is not yet released on EN, this is easy, it's Samsa. I absolutely lose it whenever that song plays anywhere (my friends can testify to me going nuts at a con when a dance group doing N25 dance covers started playing Samsa). Used to listen to this song daily and I even read Metamorphosis thanks to liking the song so much (knowing the plot adds a lot to the song imo). Honestly love almost all of N25 comms though!

VIRTUAL SINGER: I'm including this here just so I have a reason to put ÅMARA on this list. What a banger. Wish I didn't suck at stair notes so bad because I would be playing this on expert all the time otherwise

...I also now reread the ask and realised that you also asked for cover songs... I think picking those is even more difficult than this and since this post is already super long

Cover songs

Leo/need: Ok so. Lost One's Weeping is probably my first favourite vocaloid song ever and I want to put it as my favourite for that reason alone but. Dramaturgy because I am also a huge fan of Eve due to, you might have guessed, the melacholy vibes. Also the Ichika cover of that is very pretty! Lost and Found is also a top contender, somehow I don't yet hate it due to how much it gets spammed by tierers

More More Jump!: This would maybe be Darling Dance except I don't really like the MMJ cover. Same with Vampire. So the answer is Viva Happy (Mitchie M my beloved. Best at tuning Kaito if you ask me)

Vivid BAD SQUAD: I actually like every single one of the cover songs so far on EN. Maybe Bring It On? unsurprisingly Aun no Beats is a close contender lmao. I really like kagepro songs and I'd like to include them here but they did something to the drums in the proseka versions that I don't vibe with at all.

Wonderland x Showtime: I thought I was in hell before... Nonsense Bungaku comes to mind first along with Goodbye Declaration. Honestly I don't think they have a single bad cover... You know what I'm gonna make an exception and use a song that's not on EN yet, I think my fav cover from wxs is Childish War (though they missed a huge fucking opporturnity by not making it a Ena and Akito cover, seriously). That song is like the second or third vocaloid song I ever liked, so it has a special place in my heart, enough so that I'm planning on doing a pair cosplay of the Kagamine twins in it with a friend (also the og MV art is by Miwashiba!! I love their games and art a lot!) I think it's a superb cover, Tsukasa yelling it is very fitting and all that.

25-ji, Nightcord de: Phony, no questions asked. N25 has a ton of great covers but Phony is just Good.

anyways. those are my favourite songs.

#ask mauki #prsk #I will be having parasol cider stuck in my head for the rest of the day now #PARASOLU SAIDAA #also I'm sorry for not writing the full name of Donna Ketsumatsu but. It is Long and I am lazy #thank you for the ask it was very fun to think about these!#hoep I didn't leave anything out or leave a sentence unfinished here #many thoughts in the head at the same time makes it difficult to write coherent and cohesive answers

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mooreaux · 1 year

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So many wonderful tieflings! You said a lot of them were commissions; have any favs you really enjoyed working on or liked the design of?

Yes!

Left: the matching set, the OUTFITS and the expressions (far left horns might be my fave kind to draw)

Middle: 100% the lovely pink color palette

Right: maybe the cleanest comm I’ve ever rendered. Still not sure how I did it to this day

#my art #commission #tieflings

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themantisnextdoor · 8 months

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☆*: .｡. A B O U T - M E !.｡.:*☆

Art Trades (AT): Open | Slots open: 1/5) Dm me over Discord / Ista!

Bugworld Blog: Bugworldasksandaswers

Phangoria AU: Phantascreditstorottika (I’ll @ them soon)

☆B O U N D A R I E S☆

1.) Please do not message me /or Ask me about NSFW. I'm not very Comfortable with that and makes me feel weird. (P.S I'm 18)

2.) I might not answer asks a lot..

3.) I'm very happy to be your emotional support /or you can vent to me but please do not take this as 'we are besties' Just because you vent to me. Yes, You can refer to me as a friend just not besties please (Also if you somehow call me, I will block you!)

4.) If you refer to me as She/Her I will come for your soul (If your new then it's okay but for all you OG's... I shall become Lord Voldemort and hunt you down)

5.) Do you like Chezborgers?

☆ A B O U T - M E☆

1.) I am a dog person >:)

2.) I LOVE PREY-MANTIS'S IF YOU EVER DRAW FANART FEEL FREE TO PUT ME IN A PREY-MANTIS WANZE!!!

3.) I use Opera GX ('cuz in my opinion google is bad)

4.) I - L O V E - A R T !

5.) I am still in collage!

6.) I've always been that kid who was obsessed with Trevor Henderson / The Afton's ;-;

7.) ASK ABOUT MY OC'S I SHALL RESPOND!!!!

8.) Harry potter = Fav Book!

9: I don't do comms

☆S O C I A L S☆

X: @Cove Mars

Instagram: cove_coco_cola

Tiktok: Themantisnextdoor

Discord: Jeremyisinyourwallsbbg

Tumblr: Ur already here ;-;

Devient Art: J43r3myxOfficial

Twitch: I have left it ;-;

☆ART TRADE RULES☆

Do:

1.) Be kind and feel free to talk whenever

!2.) Keep me updated please! Don't ghost :3

3.) Idc about imperfections as long as it's finished!

4.) feel free to send me W.I.P's (I send them too)

5.) If you feel upset /or uncomfortable, Feel free to turn down the trade!

Don't

1.) Don't ask for NSFW art

2.) Don't copy work

3.) Don't mention NSFW / talk about NSFW

4.) Pls don't be rude!

5.) Sorry but I don't accept Traditional art And i only accept Digital art

#aboutme

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spiremassk · 7 months

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finally redoing my intro!!!

hiiii!!!! im elias, you can call me that or eli or spire idrc I go by it/he and im 18

im a college student majoring in animation! I do a lot of wcs art as well as tma and malevolent right now, I also do some oc art :)

im the #1 projector. every character I like will be headcanoned off the map.

characters I like:

the distortion (both michael+helen) (tma)

frostpaw n shadowsight are tied for my fav wcs rn

my own ocs. all of them in my brain every day

request info:

all my designs are free to use with credit, and I would love to know if you ever end up using them :)

I do reqs on my free time as exercises, so they might come out super slow or fast, depending

I dont do hypokits of related cats or cats with relationships that are gross. or that I just dont like.

I have my comms linked in my bio if you really want to help me afford food and supplies to keep working!!

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arabellamonkey · 2 years

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hey ari! i recently read your identity reveal stevetony fic "even in my worst lies (you saw the truth in me)". love that tswift title! <3 okay so this fic had all my fav tropes. identity reveal, mutual pining, EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED BOYS, adorable angry grumpy steve, and.... ONE OF THEM ACTIVELY AVOIDING THE OTHER AND RUNNING AWAY FROM THEIR FEELINGS!! i was all <3 at the rest of og6's responses to tony's identity reveal but then when it came to steve and steve just said sorry and LEFT??? it felt like my heart dropped along with tony's :((((( and then steve actively avoiding tony and tony only finally getting to see him bcs of a mission??? and steve finally talking to him after what feels like forever ONLY TO RELAY MISSION ORDERS??? ughhhh all of those details just gave me the most delicious heart-clenchy feeling ever and i was like >:( i was also frustrated, just like tony!!! BUT THEN. BUT THEN!!!!!!! HOOOOOOOOOO BOY THE HIGHLIGHT OF THE STORY (FOR ME): steve the clown was doing his goddamn best to avoid tony but he caught THE SLIGHTEST SIGN OF STRUGGLE through the comms and immediately went TONY??? and then he just immediately came running?????even tho tony didn't need his help??????? ohmygODDDDDD THE CLOWNERYYYYY ok ok ok and then the delicious confrontation scene right??? i swear RIGHT after tony was like "you trusted me before to handle shit so why not now?????" i immediately gasped to myself and paused before reading the next line bcs i immediately realized that 1) tony was going to think that it was bcs steve loved iron man but hated tony stark and 2) THAT WAS NOT THE CASE AT ALL AND STEVE WAS ACTUALLY IN AGONY BCS WOW NOW THAT HE KNOWS ITS TONY HIS BODY CANT HELP BUT GO !!!!!! MUST PROTECT !!!!!! WHENEVER TONY IS IN DANGER :(((((( ....AND I WAS RIGHT!!!!! steve head empty no thoughts just love tony <3 also i love love love that fluffy ending with tony teasing him and steve just about to combust from all the blushing. in conclusion, great fic, i love the boys and their clownery. thank you so much for the wonderful fic! <3

EXCUSE ME WHILE I SOB??????? EARL THIS ASK MADE MY DAY WHEN I GOT IT AND i might have taken my time to answer just because i love rereading it??? i'm not hiding, this ask is the single best one i've gotten and i'm so so so happy you liked the fic so much!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Steve and Tony being emotionally constipated boys in love will never get old and I'm so glad you're on that boat with me! 😂🧡

Seriously, thank you!!!! This ask made my whole month 🧡🧡🧡

#lovely asks #ask #ari answers #earliebirb

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dcbnam-aep · 2 years

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715- amina

pre-ep thoughs

- I already know that this is alycias last episode and i cant say im ready

- alicia is literally my fav character ever I cant believe she’s leavingggg

- but at the same time alycia will be great at whatever role she plays next and shell always have my support so yuh

- anyways on to the ep AKA my breaking point ksjdjjf

ep thoughts-

- straying with a montage of a dying, hallucinating, semi-unconscious alicia wow

- this better be 47 minutes if just alicia

- HER BEING SO OUT OF EVERYTHING BUT SAYING HI TO THE BIRD STOP SHES THE LOML

- the way she’s so shaky sitting up

- june taking her pulse slay

- ‘do not stand up… bring fever under control it will kill you’ owch from the get go

- ‘you need to rest’ alicia pls listen to the doctor and rest

- aannndddd she’s hallucinating again

- she doesn’t know if she’s hallucinating or not

- ok she’s chasing after a hallucination ok then

- it better be her as a child or else 😤

- she rlly just walked into the radiation world as everyone is trying to LEAVE and is not answering her comms

- oh good she answered thank god

- ‘don’t come looking for me’ GIRLIE

- debilitating hallucinations and we’re not even 5 mins in

- almost died count: 1

- THE FLASHBACKS NOOO

- HER TAKING HER MASK OFF DOUBLE NOOOOO OMFG SHES ALREADY DYING

- HER SEEING HER REFLECTION AS A ZOMBIE NOOO

- lol the kid is actually real

- actually my bets are the kid still isn’t real and she’s hallucinating it all to keep the last of her mental sanity

- and since the kid won’t say her name or take the mask off that’s what’ll happen at the very end as she dies kskdnnf

- if the kids ‘friend’ is nick i will SCREAM

- not the kid quoting Alicia’s mum istg it’s literally young her I called this ages ago

- ‘I’ve been fighting a long time’ GIVE BESTIE A BREAK AND HAPPINESS

- not the madison tape talking bout the bird and alicia said hi to a bird

- awww she’s taking it with her and once she dies madison will get it back

- ‘I barely made it here’

- ok at least she’s going for self preservation now slay

- the way she just grabbed the gun and didn’t care

- ‘to do something that might outlast me’ awwww bestie ur memory will live on forever

- yeah u can beat it and help ur friends ‘that’s not true’ owch

- the way the kid has the bite mark in the same place literally baby alicia stop-

- kinda devo ive got no happy scenes for literally a season and now she’s gonna die

- her making fun of young her being short

- almost die count: 2

- she literally cant even stand up stop it

- not her planning on killing herself very much owch

- i dislike that the child is saying how she’ll be find and giving us all hope and then she dies die like that’s so cruel

- i get queerbaited enough now im getting deathbaited do ksjjdjd

- if she’s going to the tower Strand better be with her when she dies

- and she’s fainted. Again.

- the child literally talks and acts like alicia

- The bullet she’s gonna use to kill berserker around her neck

- and now she’s being carried to the start like the beginning again

- luciana queen

- and now there’s no child cause alicia walkied them ugh too predictable

- her mind making things up to make things make more sense for herself is sad

- ok like give her a tranquilizer and put her on the raft and keep her safe jeez its not that hard

- if she saves the girl she’s saving herself stop this foreshadowing of survival is CRUEL

- alicia doesn’t wanna die 🥹🥹

- she knows she sounds crazy lol

- ayyy luciana teaming up to help alicia slay

- Everyone joining to help her

- ahhh happy s5 nostalgia where they were all one happy family not off on separate storylines slayyyy

- not her loading the gun arghhh owchies

- trailer scene power walk icon shit

- alicia telling everyone why they need to live and then sending herself in to die hurts

- ‘I have to do this on my own’ giving Lexa

- the cgi fire also hurts im not kidding i could literally do better

- id say ftwd should hire me but i wouldn’t get to cgi alicia so no

- shes walking like a walker owch

- ‘im not sure i can make it’ owch again

- shes telling herself she can do itttt

- also the birds there again maybe she hallucinated that the first time to

- kinda want a flashback of how she got down from the burning tower ngl

- SHES NOT READY TO DIE AND THEYRE GONNS KILL HER ANYESY FTWD WRITERS PLS LEAVE NOW

- her friend is strand aka alicias friend already this is all so obvious and pointless I hate that this delusional alicia is the last we’re gonna get she’s such an amazing character and deserves so much better ksjjdjdj

- *chanels anger and grief and emotions into keyboard smashes* jsjdjdjjdjdj

- the slo-mo of her almost fainting again djjdjfj

- her grabbing her head and looking broken and done with herself so much owch

- strand is her family when rlly madison her actual mother is coming back next ep and shes already gonna be dead

- oop she fainted. Again again.

- and ofc the kid fainted too cause they’re the same duh

- she actually can’t stand and walk and breath at the same time

- the bird cgi is so bad I could cry

- Strand where u at come comfort alicia already

- he’s gonna be drunk asf

- oh guess what he’s drunk asf

- i mean at least alycia got to film some of her last scenes with bestie colman

- she’s got survivors guilt

- ‘making what she gave us mean something. to do what she didn’t get to.’ Well screw that cause she’s still gonna get to and alicias last years are gonna be for literally nothing

- ‘it’s not fair’

- SHES HOLDING A GUN TO HER OWN HESD AND CRYING AND SAYING SORRY THAT IS NOT IK LEAVE HER SKINE

- FLASHBACKS TO ALL HER FRIENDS STOP AND WHEN SHE WAS HAPPY

- IF SHE PULKS THE TRIGGER ISTG

- oop the bird pulled to the window so she’ll be fine it’s all g

- the madison flashbacks are unnecessary

- They’re undermining Alicia’s entire story because they’re bringing madison back instead and I hate it

- it they’re gonna do both they can do it in a way that brings both characters justice

- the reveal that it was alicia all along i wonder who called it oh yeah that’s right me 🙄

- THIS WHOLE EP HAS BEEN SO UNDERWHELMING AND POINTLESS I WOULDVE PREFFERED HER TO TURN IN HER SLEEP OR GO OUT ON THE BOATS WITH HER FRIENDS AND KNOW SHES DONE SOMETHING RIGHT

- the idea that she hasn’t lost her inner child didn’t involve needing an actual child it could just be her staying rational and sticking to her true values- literally the opposite of everything the writers have done

- i hate ftwd why are they doing this

- stop with the madison referenced we literally all know she’s coming back just give alicia a respectful ending omfg

- cut to them carrying her again

- wow called it again

- IF THATS THE END IM FUCKING MAD

- ok its not the end

- they’re not gonna tell us what she said why???? literally why is any of this happening??? none of the characters are getting development of closure??

- at least charlie saw a beach the single redeemable thing about this episode

- and alicia got thanked that’s good

- luciana wanting to go in the raft with her go bestie

- strand taking initiative and going as well that would have been such a better ending

- this episode has been so not-alicia and i genuinely hate it

- strand would knock her out and put her in the boat not just paddle the fuck away

- and now alicias final act is giving strand closure when she deserves the love

- ok she got 1 (ONE) teary smile and that was it

- her little wave is depressing asf but she adorable

- AND SHE FUCKING COLLAPSED WITH THE GUN IN HER HAND WHAT-

- the bird flying above her-

- she’s awake and not sweaty is this meant to be heaven? im confused

- drink that water gal

- no fever slay

- little alicia not a slay she can go away pls

- ok the bite marks gone and she’s safe now I didn’t need little alicia for that

- SHE COULD HAVE GONE ON THE BOATS WITH EVERYONE CAUSE SHES FINE AND SURVIVED THE BITE FUCK-

- DID THEY EVEN LEAVE HER A RAFT??

- ok got another smile which was stupid in the context but ill take it

- ‘I feel like myself’ yeah well the ftwd writers clearly haven’t been watching the past 6 seasons cause shes not acting like herself

- so they’re just gonna end with her walking off into the supposedly uninhabitable land and leave it like that??

- only good symbolic bit all ep was the very very end when she shot the walker with the last bullet she had saved for herself

- at least she’s not dead so I can make canon-compliment fix-it fics in my head

- pulled an althea not dead but potential chance to come back into the series even tho it will probably never happen???

- overall a pretty shit episode did even get close to the justice and farewell alicia deserves but at least she’s alive and alycia acknowledged how much love she had for the character and support she felt from the fans so there’s that I guess

- ftwd is dead to me but alicia will live on in my heart forever 🫶

#Alicia deserves better #Alicia clark #ftwd #fear the walking dead #twdu #twd #Alycia Debnam Carey #Madison clark

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stevetonyweekly · 3 years

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SteveTony Weekly - May 2

I know I say every week that I read a lot this week but I have been indulging in my favorite coping technique and so this list is ridiculously long. Twitter encouraged me. Blame them.

**Indicates my recent favs

~*~

On the inherent homoeroticism of cake decoration by welcoming_disaster (616/8K)

“She’s matchmaking, Barton,” Carol sighed.

“We,” Thor corrected, thumping himself hard in the chest, “art matchmaking.”

“Who, Cap n’ Tony?” Clint asked, his mouth full.

“Cap and Tony,” Janet confirmed, cutting herself a thin slice of egg and gently depositing it on her whole grain avocado toast, “it’s getting ridiculous.”

“Wait, I thought they were—“ Clint frowned, glancing around the room as though to confirm. Nothing but confused faces met his questioning gaze. “Huh. I really thought they were fucking.”

“And there is the crux of the issue,” Jess licked a bit of spaghetti sauce off her lip.

“Aye,” agreed Thor, “there’s rub.”

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The team tries to set up Steve and Tony. Things don't go as planned.

Baby lovers like you and me (never say die) by FestiveFerret (Old Guard AU/7.5K)

The Avengers. They'd found him frozen in the ice, told him he was immortal, of all things. And with the way he'd lived through seventy years deep in the Atlantic, he found himself inclined to believe them. They'd also been very… convincing.

Without question, they integrated him into their unit - The Avengers, a secret team of unkillables seeking wrongs around the world and making them right, supported and housed by an enigmatic billionaire named Tony Stark. Their immortality, it seemed, was a secret to everyone but him.

Ready, set, bake by ChocolateCapCookie (Great British Bake Off/11k)

The Avengers are on a nationally televised baking competition, but nobody seems to have warned the producers that the Avengers, while they save the world everyday and put their loves at risk doing so, are a) insanely competitive, and b) absolutely terrible bakers. Steve Rogers, especially, has a competitive streak a mile wide, and he's determined to win this competition, but it's not easy when his only real opponent is also the man he's been in love with for years.

***To make flowers grow (in this barren heart) by SoldiersShield, KakushiMiko (Hanahaki AU/16K)

“You hide yourself away in your technology, but you are just as human as the rest of them. Your heart betrays your desire to possess.” Her gaze falls to the arc reactor, and Tony's blood runs cold in his veins.

“The Earth will reclaim what we have lost,” she says, dragging a hand over the chestplate of the armor. “It is you, and your kind-- your greed that pulls life from the soil as if it were nothing. You will reap what you have sown, Stark. The avarice in your heart will strangle the very life out of you.” Arna meets his eyes once more, a serene smile on her face as she leans forward.

“I hope he is worth dying for,” she murmurs, before digging her hand into his ribcage.

(Tony Stark falls in love with Steve Rogers. A rogue enchantress ensures he pays for it.)

Shelter from the storm by silkspectred (KidFic/5k)

Tony adopts a baby. Guess who's Majorly Fucked Up™ about it.

Keep on beating by itsallAvengers (Domestic Fluff/6K)

There were an awful lot of things Steve loved about Tony. But one thing in particular Steve could never get enough of was his heartbeat.

The good or bad thing by petreparkour (Multiverse/10k)

“It’s the metal suit,” Thor informed Steve, his normally-booming voice tinny over the SHIELD comms. “What did Stark call it—Iron Man?”

“But he’s down here,” Steve protested as the Hulk roared in Stark’s face, startling him into waking with a shout. “How could—”

“It’s damaged,” Thor reported. “But it looks different. More advanced. And he—ah. He’s carrying you, Captain.”

“Please tell me nobody kissed me,” Stark breathed out, and then Stark’s voice suddenly came over the comms, but the man lying next to him hadn’t moved.

“Guys, come on, you’re killing me here. What is it, 2012? God, I hate time travel. First, I'm fighting Thanos. Now, I have to deal with my past self and Thor's bad haircut? Oh my God, Cap, yes I hacked their comms, they’re my comms.”

Steve nearly opened his mouth to protest that he hadn’t said anything when he realized that this replica of Tony Stark wasn’t speaking to him.

***The tipping point by nightwalker (Domestic Fluff/7K)

Tony has a few quirks. Steve's still trying to figure them all out.

We two, how long we were fool’d by glassessay (Soulmate AU/9K)

Steve Rogers comes into the world as unblemished as his mother. When Anthony Stark is born, his soulmark is an obvious pattern of ink across his tiny chest.

It only takes a century, two names, and a shared love of Walt Whitman for them to find each other.

The tape in the cave by betheflame (Canon Divergent/5K)

Steve had no idea what was happening.

“You think I didn’t know that?”

Tony was staring Zemo down as though the Sokovian was actual vermin - which, Steve reflected, he kind of was.

“You think that I,” Tony continued, not hiding the sneer in his voice, “Anthony Stark, who has more powerful technology in my literal fingers than most nations have, that I wouldn’t know everything possible about how my parents died? That I wouldn’t know it wasn’t an accident, that your silly little HYDRA Nazi knock-off pals are the ones who murdered them? Please, you are pathetic.”

Happy ending by Robin_tCJ (No-Powers AU/28K)

Steve is a mobile massage therapist, and Tony is a stressed billionaire. What could go wrong?

With a decent happiness by torigates (Teacher AU/16K)

Tony Stark is Iron Man. Steve Rogers isn't, and never was Captain America.

Or, the one where everything is the same except Steve is a kindergarten teacher.

Nothing left but scars by SailorChibi (MCU/6.7K) - Reread

Steve wakes up to the fact that no one ever compliments or even says thank you to Tony, and that he has fallen into the same trap of painting Tony with a specific paintbrush.

This is how he showers a very confused Tony with praise to make up for it.

Our hearts should remember and follow by frostfall (MCU/5K)

Steve hums. “I didn’t know you could play. Or sing. Don’t think I’ve heard anyone mention it before.”

Tony shrugs. “It’s one of the few things, skills, I don’t flaunt. Not something people are interested in, anyway. Not gonna sway any board members by playing fucking Für Elise for them. Sides’, there’s a high chance I wouldn’t even play. Well, maybe if you get me drunk enough and near an instrument. Then, I might reconsider.”

(After a dream leaves Tony rattled, he turns to the piano as a way to distract himself.)

Finally, you and me by pensversusswords (Multiverse/10K)

Because in every layer of time, in every conceivable dimension, he was always meant to love Steve.

By some miracle, Steve was meant to love him back.

***Full disclosure not required (but appreciated) by Potrix (Identity Porn/16k)

The one where Steve knows more than he lets on, Tony knows less than he pretends, Clint has a big mouth, Bucky is a little shit, and everyone learns why keeping secrets never ends well.

Almost never, anyway.

Heartlines by nanasekei (MCU/7.9K)

“Let me,” Tony repeats. He regrets it deeply, so much, he wants to stick the words back into his mouth again, and it must show, in the way his voice wavers. He feels exposed, all of a sudden, as if he’s asking something bigger than what he can actually say. Let me touch you, let me take care of you. “Just… Let me do it.”

i found a way to let you in, but i never really had a doubt (marriage series) by quidhitch (Marriage Series/16k)

Tony Stark doesn’t believe in marriage. It’s nobody’s fault. —Well, it’s Howard's fault, probably, but Tony doesn’t like to think about that for too long, finds that it dredges up all sorts of issues he’d rather keep buried under a mountain of strategically employed sarcasm, humorous self-deprecation, and the occasionally effective substance abuse.

***Hide your love away by sineala (Soulmate/33K) - Reread

Tony has suspected for a long time that the soulmark on his chest matches Steve's -- but he's never told Steve about it. And then it's too late to tell Steve anything at all ever again. In the wake of Steve's death, the Skrull invasion, and Norman Osborn's rise to power, the identity of his soulmate is just one of the many things Tony cuts out of his memory forever.

When Tony returns to consciousness, he's forced to deal with the aftermath of a war he no longer remembers fighting, not to mention a Steve Rogers who can barely stand to be in the same room with him. Surely the last thing Tony could ever need in his life is more amnesia. But that's what he gets. And Tony's new missing memory just might be the key to finding out the truth of his soulmark... as well as his chance to make things right once and for all.

Break the chain (can’t live in circles again) by orphan_account (FWB/19K)

There had been seven amazing weeks of dating Steve Rogers before Tony realised that they weren’t dating at all. And then it was a scramble to adjust to the situation as it had always been: being Steve’s friend-with-benefits.

And if Steve seemed a little confused and bewildered by the way Tony was acting, well. Tony was probably just misreading that, too.

Five times steve and tony (tried to) bail each other out of jail by Teyke (MCU/6k)

Twice before Civil War, twice after, and once during. For very loose definitions of both 'bail' and 'jail'.

Cracked hearts under iron ribs by XtaticPearl (Established Relationship/14k)

Rhodey is away for almost six months now and comes to meet Tony after the mission. He doesn't understand the domesticity of the whole Tower and unknowingly sets off a whole truck of insecurities which make Tony crawl back into being a Stark instead of just Tony. The team is not at all happy and Rhodey joins them in trying to figure out a way to help their resident genius feel better in his skin.

The single biggest problem with communication by BlossomsintheMist (616/108K)

In the wake of Steve's return from the dead and the end of Norman Osborn's reign of terror, the superhero community is recovering--Steve has taken on a new role and Tony is trying to put his life back together. Things are still awkward between them, but they're determined to put things to rights. But when a discussion about their feelings leads to further misunderstandings, they discover that might be more difficult than either of them realized. Set in the early Heroic Age after the end of Dark Reign, this is a get-together story about crossed wires--and second chances.

What are friends for? by bobertsmallismydad (MCU /2.8K)

In which Steve is targeted by a virus. Will the Avengers be able to save him in time?

Starving by festiveferret (Vampire AU/2K)

Steve woke up starving.

***Everybody wonders (What it would be like to love you) by SoldiersShield (MCU/3K)

“...Is that what this is about?” He asks slowly. Steve blanches.

“Oh my god. It is.” Tony has no right looking as giddy as he does. “Steven Grant Rogers, are you jealous?”

Or: Steve and Tony have been dancing around each other for a while now, and Steve's rather content with it. Attending a gala together just might change that.

Re(A)d all over by brandnewfashion, MusicalLuna (Drunk Flirting/3k)

Contrary to popular belief, Tony Stark can blush.

It just takes Steve getting drunk on some magical Asgardian mead for it to finally happen.

***The Do-over Proposal by nightwalker (Established Relationship/1.2k)

Steve wants to go on a journey, Tony doesn't think it's a good time, and Bucky needs to beat some sense into both these idiots.

A Winter’s Ball by alliejowrites (Victorian AU/3.8K)

Steve moves to London in search of a patron, so that he can finally devote himself to painting. He is not expecting everything he finds upon meeting Lord Stark. A fluffy little Victorian AU. One-shot.

What’s a fanfic by starksnack (AvAc/1K)

Kamala introduces Tony and Steve to the world of fanfiction. There is a surprising amount of content about them being gay.

#stony #superhusbands #stevetony fic #stevetony weekly #stevetony #fic recs #steve rogers #tony stark #iron man #captain ameria

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[excerpt from] I know you (even if you don't want me to) - chapter seven

since I'm hearing how hungry y'all are (cough @aliyahtheghost + @breeleroux especially), here's the start of chapter seven of I know you (even if you don't want me to) -- Ryan's recovery period is nearly up, so Batwoman is (almost) back bbs. Read on for some roommate talk into some WildMoore texting goodness. This chapter is a true fav.

(includes some talk of police brutality / Crow brutality + violence)

Ryan hops from one foot to the other. She keeps the pressure mostly on the pads of her feet. Light and nimble. Finally back at full form with only one day left in her two week recovery period. She’d do a flip if it wouldn’t make Mary’s head explode. Or disrupt the perfect tuck of her Center Volunteer shirt. Then again, Mary does anxiously hover in the doorway of Ryan’s bathroom. Maybe she’ll explode on her own.

“Mary, seriously?” Ryan reaches for her favorite purple lipstick. “I’m making mocktails and guarding the punch bowl. I’m not even dancing. Doctor’s orders.”

The doctor in question stabs a finger out at Ryan. Mary manages to look menacing even in her little scrubs. “If you so much as think about doing the Wobble—” She stomps into the bathroom.

It’s truly one of the greatest dances of all mankind. Ryan crosses her lipstick tube across her heart.

Mary continues, “I’m leaving you to climb up the stairs on your own. No ice pack, or pain meds, or anything.” Mary takes a deep breath. “Fortunately for you….” She walks over to Ryan to adjust the hair on Ryan’s shoulder. “I know someone who might help you out. Depending on how well your side mission is going.”

If they can call Ryan talking to Sophie a side mission. Ryan applies her lipstick and rubs her lips together.

Mary bats expectant eyes towards the mirror. “You’ve been getting along. Can I draft up the offer letter?”

Ryan smacks her lips. “She’s still a Crow, Mary.”

“A Crow you spent, like, all of yesterday on the phone with.”

Ryan didn’t spend all of yesterday on the phone with Sophie. In the morning, they texted about how awful the playlist for the dance might be. Then they swapped bad songs in the afternoon. Ryan’s personal favorite was a religious remix of ‘The Thong Song’ that truly had to be a parody. (“That God, Go-God, God, God.”) Then they told their personal dance horror stories after Sophie was off work. There were breaks.

Before Ryan can defend herself, her phone lights up from beside the sink. Sophie’s name flashes, and Ryan’s got her phone in her hands in seconds. Mary snorts.

Crowphie to Ryan Have fun making Shirley Temples all night. Here’s hoping someone will forget their school ID so there’s some action at the ticket table

Ryan leans her hip into the sink as she types.

Ryan to Crowphie 👀 You’re looking for action at a school dance?

Crowphie to Ryan Oh yeah, fingers crossed my crush saves me a slow one.

It’s a joke. It has to be, but Ryan thinks back to each near moment between them and feels hope and heat in her cheeks.

Ryan to Crowphie Too bad Batwoman doesn’t do dances

Crowphie to Ryan That’s probably for the best. We’re not on the best terms right now.

Not since the night Sophie rejected Batwoman. The night of “Figure that out, and get back to me. Until you do, I’m done.” Did she really mean that?

Ryan to Crowphie What happened there? She miss a signal flip this week?

Crowphie to Ryan haven’t used it. I doubt she’d want me to. I think I hurt her feelings.

That’s an understatement.

Mary clears her throat behind Ryan. Ryan glances up into the mirror to see Mary’s reflection. The teasing grin matches the tilt in Mary’s voice as she says, “You were saying? About not texting Sophie all day?”

Ryan narrows her eyes as dramatically as she can. “Don’t you have lives to save?”

Mary backs away. “Fine, go back to texting, just think about how much fun you could have talking to Sophie on the comms if she were part of the team.”

Ryan can’t help the sarcasm. “Because me and Luke have so much fun?”

“Obviously it’d be a different kind of fun. Less brother-sister fighting and more….” Mary pauses to think and cringes at whatever she thinks of. Ryan turns around to gently push Mary out of her bathroom.

“Good night, Mary!” she says before closing the door behind her roommate. She probably should’ve stepped out there too, come to think of it. Her phone buzzes again though.

Crowphie to Ryan I do miss going up to the roof. You know, feeling like I’m a part of something, even if I never will be

Ryan drops down onto the stool in the bathroom. It’s an accessibility aid that’s kind of perfect for moments like this. She can take her time. Process without having to actually move around in here. Close her eyes and remember what the wind of the rooftop felt like against her cheeks. With the suit tight to her body and all of Gotham below them. Sophie looks amazing up there.

Ryan to Crowphie You could go flip the signal. Send out that city-wide ‘you up?’ Or an actual you up since you have her number.

Sophie hasn’t texted Batwoman once in the last two weeks.

Crowphie to Ryan You don’t understand.

Ryan chuckles. She’s the only other person that could.

Ryan to Crowphie No, I get it. You could text her if you wanted to talk. Going up there would mean that you want to see her. You want to be with her.

Want to touch her the way Ryan did that night on the roof. The pads of her fingers over Sophie’s waist, their faces so close that it’s a wonder Sophie hasn’t recognized her yet. It goes to show that Sophie’s not that into Ryan as Ryan. Hasn’t memorized the way her jaw sits, or the shade of her eyes.

Crowphie to Ryan yeah

Yeah what? Yeah which? Because Sophie didn’t say it back.

Ryan to Crowphie So you admit it? You want Batwoman?

The typing dots come and go, then come again. Maybe it’s not about Batwoman at all. Maybe Sophie just wants to make out on the roof and be a part of the team. She wants to be Batwoman’s friend with benefits and can’t bring herself to admit it. Fine. Don’t admit anything.

Ryan to Crowphie Can’t blame you. She looks good in the suit 😏 — probably looks good out of it too lol

A perfect cop out for the cop.

Crowphie to Ryan If I wanted to see her without the mask, I could have. We flew together, remember?

Ryan tenses. A painful chill zips down her spine. Does Sophie know? Has she known all this time?

Crowphie to Ryan I didn’t look then because it’s not about her looks or who’s behind the mask. She makes me think. Both Batwomen have. 1.0 got me suspended. It’s the closest I’ve ever come to leaving the Crows. But it wasn’t about everyone then, you know? Jacob Kane hated Batwoman, and I really liked her. Those couldn’t exist at the same time. Meanwhile, 2.0 will not remove her boots from my neck. She’s like you in that way. She takes every opportunity to question my loyalty to the Crows and the people of Gotham. I just wish I knew if I was doing the same. If I was more than just another compromise for her

Fuck, it’s a good thing that they’re texting. Ryan’s whole face burns with that message. Since when is Sophie questioning anything? She never wavers.

Ryan to Crowphie Your Crow-workers beat the shit out of Batwoman 1.0, and you stayed.

Crowphie to Ryan Where else was I supposed to go? The GCPD? I *HATE* what they did, but that will NEVER happen again.

Ryan to Sophie And if it does?

She’s being generous by not saying “when it does.”

Crowphie to Ryan Then I slap my resume on the Bat-signal and hope she doesn’t throw it in the shredder.

Ryan to Crowphie Much more fun to use it for target practice.

Crowphie to Ryan Throw a bunch of Batarangs at it?

Ryan to Crowphie See, you get it 😉

Crowphie to Ryan It’s important to me that little Black girls can see women like us in law enforcement and positions of powers. I want them to know that they can save the world if they want to. It’s not their responsibility, but if it’s their purpose? If protecting people makes them happy, then I want them to know that they are not alone out there. They can make a difference.

There are so many other ways to make a difference. Ryan might have to let Sophie have this for now though. Her heart’s in the right place at least.

Ryan to Crowphie And if that doesn’t work out, there’s always being a ticket taker for a community dance. Shine that flashlight. Ruin somebody’s night!

Crowphie to Ryan Wowww. Spoken like a trouble maker.

Ryan to Crowphie Trouble finds me, okay? No need to worry about me, Agent Moore.

Crowphie to Ryan You sure about that? Your kids might try to fight you, just to see if you’ve still got it.

Ryan to Crowphie Oh I’ve got it. They’ll be too busy following you around to even notice me. Ol’ “Miss Sophie, Miss Sophie” punk asses

Crowphie to Ryan LOL. Ten bucks says they ask me where Batwoman’s been hiding.

Ryan to Crowphie Twenty says they don’t.

Crowphie to Ryan Easy money. You can drop it off at the lobby on your way in 😉

more to come when I drop the rest of the chapter! reply and let me know if you're still with me. try and guess what happens at the dance?

#wildmoore #sophie moore #ryan wilder #batwoman fic #fic: i know you even if you don't want me to #in a fun turn of events it's actually Luke and Mary that have slowed down this chapter. we love them. they got carried away though.#mine #batwoman #ryan x sophie #aliyahtheghost #breeleroux

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lizzibennet · 4 years

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ooh since we're doing p&p - thoughts on LBD :D

SKJFKSDJFKSJDFS AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE LBD SO MUCH like honestly the only reason I don’t say it’s my favorite p&p adaptation is because I feel like choosing a modern take over the original one is kind of weird (although my favorite version is the 1940 which is,,,, also not very accurate buuuuut) but like. I literally love everything about it which is not something I can say about every Austen adaptation out there. for one I love modern aus - I know they’re not everyone’s cup of tea but I adore seeing my fav characters thrown in different contexts, and I also like how accessible they are to newer/younger audiences that might have been uninterested otherwise. I LOVE the youtube vlogger aspect of it and I’m suuuuper biased because I’ve always been a huge youtube/vlogbrothers fan but I think it’s so fun and even with the liberties they obviously had to take I think they nailed every single point of the characters they adapted. I *love* Ashley Clement’s Lizzie, like honestly, I think she managed to capture her essence of spunkyness, intelligence and also stubbornness so well. I love Laura Spencer as THE most interesting Jane in an Austen adaptation period. I adore Daniel Gordh as, again, one of the most interestingly played Darcys ever. but my favorite thing about this adaptation is hands down Mary Kate Wiles’ Lydia, holy SHIT. it always irked me that in the original Lydia ends up with a literal abusive piece of shit (and I’m aware it couldn’t have ended any other way, really, but I still don’t like it lol) so first and foremost I love that they got rid of that. I love the way everything was adapted to modern day, Lydia and Wickham’s thing the best because it played into the fact Lydia also had a vlog and can we just marvel at the extended universe they created for this series?????? I love how her scandal is translated to modern day, in fact I think they nail every single modern aspect of it (Lizzie in media comms? Mr. Collins making a job offer that could save her financially instead of a marriage offer that would have saved her financially in the past? I die literally) and I’m just rambling at this point but like. this is clearly the work of people who cared very much about the story and its characters and put SO much work into making every single second of the videos meaningful and full of charisma and attention and it’s not only heartwarming to see, as someone who also loves this story very much, but it also resulted in SUCH a top notch body of work that I find just spectacular across the board

basically I say lbd rights baby I love it I rewatch it literally like once a month. it’s my go to feel good rewatch. when I don’t have the time to binge all of it I go to the Dizzie fast forward video on yt and just cry lol

edit: I completely forgot to mention that the book is also great and I love it tooooo! take a shot every time I say love in this repli

sleepover saturday babeyyy

#I could talk about lbd foreveeerrrrrr #I love love love it #I think the only other Austen adaptation I love as much is Emma 2020 #ask games #Anonymous #what is my ask tag again

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The tale of two Fanfan’s: pro and anti war French songs

I’m absolutely not done with Spanish Romances but today i felt like overanalizing another country songs so follow me as we cross the Pyrenées and time travel to the XVIII century to see how the name of an idealized soldier (Fanfan, La Tulipe) ended on an antiwar song (Le conscrit du Languedoc).

beware: it gets very French, this level of French

1952 film “Fanfan la Tulipe”, not even trying to be subtle o how much you should thrist for the hero

Fanfan la Tulipe, a very sung hero

The first Fanfan is a soldier of the French monarchy, his King is anyone from the very classy wing and heels wearing Louis XIV to his Louis the XVI before he looses his head. He is the hero of a very popular song (here all stanzas or here my fav version) a march of the Grenadiers an specialized military assualt division. The song is quite good at tellingin less than 4 minutes a quite plotty story of a young man who is recruited.

Fanfan is short for François, a name that literally means French and “La Tulipe” is a “nom de guerre” a soldiers mandatory nickname cause at the time there were like 5 names.

A young desperate was historically a perfect candidate from the Army who is mostly volontary the Kingdom of France had no mandatory conscription. At times of war of course recruitement agent forced people and all able men were called but there was not a military service stablished.

COLONEL DUGUÉ MAC Cathy - Planche Uniforme Maison du Roy 1745

Fanfan who has a bad relation with his father is trown from his home, to avoid starving he joins the army and became a grenadier. naive, but also honorable and a ladies man the song builds a very likeable character. From being initially afraid of battles and sing the chorus “Allons mon petit Fanfan / Let’s go my little Fanfan” to give himself courage to helping his father in his moment of need we can’t help to get a bit attached.

“Des vaincus la touchante prière / M'fit toujours voler à leur secours / P'têt’ c'que j'fais pour eux, / Les malheureux l'f'ront un jour, à leur tour / Pour ma mère”

“The moving cries of those defeated / Always made me flight to help them / Maybe what i’m doing for them / These unfortunate ones will one day do for my mother”

You got to like him a bit.

Fanfan, French icon

The succes of the character is massive, an operette, several serials, comics and three movies the image of Fanfan as a Louis XV soldier an he has shenenigans of all sort…

Last film is from 2003 it’s high time to do a new one, most of these film are pretty bad but fun as hell.

In the song he retires after 20 years. This is how things went, if the soldier survived war but also the awful conditions of casernes, lack of payment, hunger and diseases they were free to go after 8 to 10 years of service. Our hero remained 10 more. He could not reach the higher positions those where reserved to nobles but a modest career was still available.

Fanfan, La Tulipe, the version that we know is the one adapted by Emile Debraux in 1819 for popular orchestras. At the time, and after the napoleonic empire and revolution the monarchy was restaured in France and the fun story of these soldier of the golden days of monarchy became very popular.

The army life is idealized however the thematic is more approachable than Revolutionary songs that are many times more about ideals and revolutionary fervor. Ultimately Fanfan choosed to become a soldier and once there despite “cannons fire” who afraid him so much during his first battle.

And while live of population an military was by no means better during monarchy that revolutionary and napoleonic period back then military was far from the general population and could be idealized or played with. It will soon not be so easy to distance oneself for it.

Fanfan, the reluctant soldier

The hero of the second song is also Fanfan (listen here sung by a choir here with a sadder tune) but we don’t know his name at first. He presents himself like this: “Je suis un pauvre conscrit de l’an 1810 / faut quitter le Languedoc / avec le sac sur le dos.” I’m a poor conscript of the year 1810 / I ought to leave Languedoc / with my bag in the back″

Like the first one he is a young men but he doesn’t decided to join the army himself. Napoleon has been Emperor for two years now but conscription started some years ago. if the Revolution hoped at the start to make military voluntary they soon saw it was impossible and a career army was formed but the numerous napoleonic campaigns need more and more men. Recruitement became ofc highly unpopular.

Tirage au sort pour la conscription, Anonyme aka if you think your days sucks? wait and see Fanfan2′s one.

Fanfan 2 is pissed as hell and he might not be a soldier yet but he already leave no survivors:

“ Maire et M'sieur le Préfet / N'en sont deux jolis cadets (bis) / Ils nous font tirer-z-sort / Pour nous conduire à la mort.”

“The Mayor and M. Prefect / Make two great captains / They make us draw a number / To take us to death”

The recruitment at the time happens in two steps: First the Mayor makes a list of all the available young men from a year and they are called to a main city to present themselves. There, they draw a number who will decide if they go the reserve and are not called (high number) or are immediatly called to the army (low number).

Fanfan 2 has not luck that day and he drawn numer two: if he passed the medical exam (which unless he lacks a limb or is very very sick, he will) he goes immediatly with the army. So this young man is there, with his parents and girlfriend and says goodye to them while he fearing they will never see each other again. It leads to maybe the most French methafor ever

“Dites a ma tante que son neveu / à attrapé le numero deux / qu’en partant son coeur se fend / comme du fromage blanc”

“Tell my aunt that her nephew / drawn number two / that leaving slips his heart / like a piece of fresh cheese.”

Pictured: young soldier heart

Poetic irony

Fanfan 2 name is mentionned at the end of the song:

“ Adieu donc mon tendre coeur, / Vous consolerez ma soeur / Vous y direz que Fanfan / Il est mort en combattant.”

“Farewell my tender love / Please comfort my sister / Tell her that Fanfan / that he died at war”

The authors of the first song very probably new the first and the name of Fanfan can onle mean this association with a young soldier but it can also be a way to compare this two songs and by contrast give an even further critique to conscription and war that is not like songs…

… specially if we remember that some of the 1810 recruits will end up dying in the terrible Russian campaign.

Napoléon faisant retraite depuis Moscou, par Adolphe Northen.

This song also became well loved by anti-war supporters and there is one version in Occitan, the regional language of Languedoc.

I find it interesting how differently these song treat the same thematics. The lyrics of the first song are here (FR) and the second here (FR and OCC versions). The papers are use to talk abut recruitement are here for 18th cetury and here for empire both in French. Have a great day, eat fresh cheese and join me soon for more songs.

#france #french history #military history #french song #napoleon #antiwar song #war song #destripando el cancionero

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FICS REVIEW / RECOMMENDATION

Hey everyone, Bonjour à tous.tes,

So as I promised yesterday, here’s a bunch of erasermight fictions that I read past three days, and that I think deserved to be read cause god, they're so good. Little warning that I’m french, therefore my english won’t be the best you’ve seen... but you’ll excuse, I hope. Anyway, here we go! Comme promis hier, voilà quelques fanfictions erasermight que j’ai lu durant les trois derniers jours, et qui je pense méritent d’être lues car elles sont vraiment bonnes. Je vous préviens juste que je suis française, donc mon anglais ne sera pas le meilleur que vous ayez lu... mais vous m’excuserez, j’espère. Bref, c’est parti!

Newsflash : All Might, Eraserhead Team Up! by Demyrie, rated E, 14 chapters, finished : That’s the latest fic I read (I finished it reaaaaaally early this morning), and dear God, that fic purely is dope!! In my opinion, the fic really respects the characters, their personnality, and besides that, the fic’s really funny, sometimes sad, even angst too, which is why I’d like to thank the author for producing such a good work. Talented, for sure! Just be aware that some chapters could be distressing, so don’t forget to read the fic’s tags and sum up, and this done, enjoy it! And, before I forget, Opalsong made it a podfic, so if you’re lazy to read it, you can listen it (and she reads it so well!!) C’est la dernière fanfiction que j’ai lue (je l’ai finie très tôt ce matin), et mon dieu que cette fanfiction est géniale! Pour moi, la fic respecte vraiment les personnages, leurs caractères, et au-delà de ça, elle est vraiment drôle, parfois triste voire angst, et c’est pourquoi j’aimerais remercier son auteur.trice d’avoir écrit quelque chose d’aussi bon. Iel a du talent, c’est sûr! Cependant certains chapitres peuvent être assez angoissants, donc n’oubliez pas de lire les tags de la fic ainsi que son résumé, et une fois cela fait, profitez! Et, avant que j’oublie, Opalsong en a fait une podfic, donc si vous avez la flemme de lire, vous pouvez toujours l’écouter (et elle la lit vraiment bien!!) Link : https://archiveofourown.org/works/12723888/chapters/29016324 // podfic : https://archiveofourown.org/works/21909946:

A brief misunderstanding by Rremiel, rated E, 3 chapters, finished : This fic is really cute, and somehow funny, ‘cause you know, Eraser always end up drunk in All Might’s arms, so I won’t say anything more, just go read it, it’s actually one of my fav :p Cette fic est vraiment mignonne, et quelque part, drôle, parce qu’en gros, Eraser finit toujours bourré dans les bras d’All Might... donc j’en dirai pas plus, allez juste la lire, c’est une de mes préférées :p Link : https://archiveofourown.org/works/21220628/chapters/50521718

“Experts’ in love by N_Scribe, rated E, 4 chapters, unfinished : The potential of this fic!!! Like there’re only 4 chapters for now, but dammit, I’m waiting for the next chapters so hard!! Basically, Aizawa and Yagi are married for 1 year by some experts supposed to find people their best match... if that’s not an appealing plot, what is it then? Le potentiel de cette ifc!!! Y’a que quatre chapitres pour le moment, mais purée, j’attends la suite avec tellement d’impatience!!! Pour faire court, Aizawa et Yagi sont mariés pendant 1 an par des experts en la matière, qui sont supposés trouver votre meilleur match... si ça c’est pas un plot qui régale, qu’est-ce que c’est alors? Link : https://archiveofourown.org/works/17301605/chapters/40693958

Anila's NSFW Twitfics, by diemarysues, 52 OS rated E : So those ones are a bit different, ‘cause it gathers 52 one shots (mostly erasermight, but I remembered there’s like 1 erasermic), all rated E for some good reasons... I let you discover the whole work by yourselves (and maybe tell me which one was your fav!!) Bon, celles-là sont un peu différentes, parce qu’en gros, ce sont 52 one-shots (orientés erasermight, mais je crois qu’il y en a une erasermic), tous rated E pour de bonnes raisons... Je vous laisse découvrir l’oeuvre complète par vous-mêmes (et peut-être me direz-vous laquelle a été votre préférée!!). Link : https://archiveofourown.org/series/1593055

The body is a safeless place if you do not know it's name by completist, rated M, OS : The first erasermight I read!! So, you know, it’s a bit special for my nostalgic ass... the fic was written for Yagi’s birthday, and this is honestly so cute, please go read it, it’s a very relaxed read :)!! Le premier erasermight que j’ai lu!! Du coup, voilà, elle est un peu spéciale pour moi, grande nostalgique... Elle a été écrite pour l’anniversaire de Yagi, et honnêtement, c’est si mignon, donc allez la lire, c’est une fic super relaxante :)!! Link : https://archiveofourown.org/works/24646267

So here we are. I could have give you more fics, but the post’s already so long, and I’m not even sure someone’s gonna read it lol, but anyway. Please don’t forget, if you liked one of them, to leave a kudo or even a comment, ‘cause authors deserve to be encouraged, to be loved, so don’t ever hesitate to show them you liked their work!! If this post get some “”hype””, I’ll make another one with other fics to read, maybe not only bnha fics, but also Johnlock (BBC Sherlock), or Tenrose (2005 Doctor Who), idk. Thanks for reading anyway, and enjoy! Donc nous y voilà. J’aurais pu vous mettre plus de fics, mais le post est déjà long, et je suis même pas sûre que quelqu’un le lira lol, mais peu importe. D’ailleurs, n’oubliez pas que si vous avez aimé une des fics, vous pouvez y laisser un kudo ou un commentaire, car les auteurs.trices méritent d’être encouragé.e.s, d’être aimé.e.s, donc n’hésitez jamais à montrer que vous avez aimé leur travail!! Si ce post acquiert un peu de “hype”, j’en ferai un autre avec d’autres fics, peut-être même pas seulement des fics de mha, mais aussi des fics Johnlock (Sherlock BBC), voire Tenrose (Doctor Who 2005). Merci d’avoir lu!

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nunanuggets · 4 years

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At Ara’novor (“To defend”)

Hi Tumblr! I’m so excited to post my first ever fanfiction! This story is a collab with @angelwars11 , who has been guiding me through co-writing this story and has been the kindest person ever! We decided to base this story off the prompt you can read down below. Please go check out my partner in crime and Commander, @angelwars11 and now imma stop talking. Enjoy!

Prompt: In the heat of the moment of getting chased. They escape and get to cover, however, not all is well, then character A (Cody) turns around and sees character B (Rex) leaning heavily against the wall, clutching at his side slowly looks up and shows a blood covered hand before saying, "So slight problem." Before collapsing onto the floor.

Plot: The 501st and the 212th are on a Republic peacekeeping commission on the planet Corellia (Led by the Generals and Commanders) During the commission the regimes give supplies to a village. The general's learn of terrorists attacking the villagers. The terrorists attack, a group of normal and commando droids. Obi-Wan is confused but orders the troops to defend the village. Cody and Rex notice one of the younglings run into the forest and Rex grabs her and makes a run for safety. The droids stalk them. Rex is injured mid-action and all hell breaks loose.

At Ara’novor ("To defend")

Part 1

Location: Corel Village, Planet Corellia

Time: 01200 (12:00 p.m. Space time)

*Explosion*

"Everyone get down and take defensive positions!" General Kenobi yelled, all the villagers were running every which way as they tried to dodge flying shrapnel. All the clone troopers dropped the supplies they were carrying and quickly moved to defend the villagers.

“You heard the general! Take defensive positions! go! go! go!" Cody reached for his DC-15A blaster rifle and crouched next to a crate. He reached for his wrist and pressed the first button.

*comms rex*

"Rex! Where are you?" Cody looked around, eyes searching through the flying dust wafting in the air over the battlefield. Rex suddenly showed up by his side "On your left. *shoots* Kriffing–there's a kid running into the woods!” Rex stared at the small figure stumbling further away. "I'm kind of busy at the moment” Cody grits his teeth.

*shoots another droid*

“The droids might follow her!" Rex made his way over to the corner of the crate, his eyes filled with concern. Cody rolled his eyes behind his bucket visor. "Go! I'll catch up with you!” he dismisses his companion. Rex nods and ordered his men to keep defending the villagers. Cody's eyes widened when he spotted four commando droids sprinting after Rex, he groans, " Goddammit." And got up to follow them.

Rex ran off after the girl as fast as he could, following her screams. He was about to grab her when she stumbled and fell to the leaf covered ground. Rex immediately picked her up, to which the girl squeaked in terror. “It’s okay, I've got you." Rex cooed, a blaster shot whizzed by, barely missing his right ear. He turned around to see four commando droids sprinting after them, spotted not far behind them was Cody.

“RUN!” Cody yelled. Rex began to sprint like his life depended on it, which it did and also the little girl's. She tightly held onto his armor. He hastily searched for anywhere to hide while dodging more laser bolts. The girl guided him, “Over there." She pointed at a….he didn't know but he approached it anyways.

Rex looked back and noticed Cody shot one of the droids while he was running after the dangerous pursers.

"I've got them! Go find–Ah!" Rex fell to his knees, never letting go of the girl and clutched his left side. He'd been shot. Pushing the pain back with strong resolve, he gathered himself and made sure the girl wasn't hurt too, she wasn't. Good.

*louder screams*

He got to his feet and made his way over to the...well to where the girl pointed to. Those droids are too close. The girl must've been made aware of this place because there was a hideout in a ditch, it looks like the villagers had made it. Perhaps for these kinds of situations. Rex quickly slid down the sides of the muddy ditch and groaned when his wound was rattled. He reached the entrance and managed to stumble inside a few feet, eventually he put the girl down and collapsed into a nearby wall.

*panting*

Pressing the button on his wrist he quickly commed Cody. “Cody, you better get down here quickly!” He groaned, his side was stinging. “I saw where you went, I'm gonna be there in just a moment. " Cody rasped into the comm, slightly out of breath. Rex looked down to his right, the girl was sitting down beside him looking up at him with an equally concerned expression. “Are you okay kid?” Rex smiled. The girl nodded, suddenly they heard Cody's voice reverberating down into the hole, “Rex!?" The girl took off towards the entrance, her tiny footsteps echoing off the walls of the cave. When she reached the entrance she stared at the Commander and ushered him over with a high pitched, “We’re over here."

Rex was panting, his vision was starting to get blurry. Just for a bit longer. He thought to himself, focusing on his breathing which was important, something he learned in cadet training. Moments later, he saw Cody run past the room he was in and then he skirted to a stop before coming back. He entered with the little girl in tow. Cody looked around and instantly spotted the prominent blue 501st armor and Jaig eyes of Rex, leaning heavily against the wall, clutching his side. “There you are! I almost walked right past you!” He said, approaching him. Rex just looked tired from running and nothing looked terribly wrong, until he got closer and Rex slowly held up his bloody right hand. “Yeah, slight problem-“ Rex coughed before collapsing onto the floor.

— — —

10 minutes later Rex's eyes fluttered and he woke up to Cody checking his injury, the top half of his armor was removed and he shivered. The little girl sat next to his head, eyes widened with concern. “He’s awake!” she squealed in excitement when she noticed his slow blinking. Cody immediately looked up and scooted closer. “Rex, you alright? Those clankers got you pretty bad.” “Y-Y-Yeah, it f-felt great. ” He murmured sarcastically and Cody scoffed, Rex tried to sit up, only to be pushed back down by him. “You weren’t critically injured, but you still definitely need some patching up.” He further inspected the wound.

“Understood. Help me up so we can–“ Cody placed his steady hand on Rex's chest. "You are in no condition to walk, you’ll only agitate the injury and cause further damage. If you move around of course, that shouldn't be a problem for you now should it? Vod.” His lips twisted up into a teasing smirk, Rex grumbled while he stood back up on his feet and he puts on his helmet and reaches for his rifle, “I'll go back and get help. Be back in no time, and I'm taking the girl with me“– The little girl stood up and flapped her arms around wildly. "No!” she was holding onto Rex’s arm. “I stay with him! Not alone...!”

*silence*

*far away explosions*

The Commander shook his head. “Kid, he's going to be fine, staying here. You on the other hand won't be staying. You need to get back to your parents where you’ll be safe." Cody tried to reason with her. He held out his hand for her to take and she simply crossed her tiny arms over her chest and pouted, shaking her head. Cody sighed. “Fine. Stay with Rex, just don’t leave his side." "Never leave. " She puffed out her slender chest in determination, she was stubborn. Cody chuckled. "You two will get along just fine. I'll be right back, don’t worry.” He said and got up, leaving the cave, not without looking back again, twice. He worried, could you blame him?

There was silence for a while and it was finally broken by the little girl's voice. “We had a loth cat and his name was Rex too!” she said. “Did you now?” Rex replied, slightly startled by the sudden sound of her voice. “Yes, he was orange and his eyes were blue and we fed him rats and he made a funny noise. But our Rex wasn’t a captain I think." The girl rambled on, and Rex smiled warmly. He stared at the closed door of the hideout and sighed, explosions shook the cave but they were safe under all the commotion above.

Part two is coming soon! Please show some love to my fav @angelwars11 ❤️

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yborjen · 4 years

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THE MANDALORIAN: CHAPTERS 9 - The Return

First, if you have not yet watched The Clone Wars animated series, or Star Wars Rebels, stop now, go to Disney+ and just knock it out it.

This story is a love letter to Dave Filoni’s years of dedicated work with Master George Lucas. Jon Fav is amazing, he’s an icon and a visionary (and I envision him as Paz in this story), but The Mandalorian would not exist but for the world that Dave executed from George’s vision.

Second, this is a completed story, that is being edited and posted a chapter at a time. Comments are appreciated but the plot is fairly set.

Third, this is pure FAN FICTION. I have no affiliation with anyone living or dead who has any role in the Star Wars universe. Or Disney. Or anything. I’m a fan only.

The story built up in my head over the first series of The Mandalorian and I could not wait for the second series, so I wrote it just for fun.

Enjoy.

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CHAPTER 9: THE RETURN

The Mandalorian set his course and the ship surged as the familiar hypnotic streaks of hyperspace flowed into view. He always felt relief each time they entered hyperspace even though he never really trusted anywhere was safe. Even since the threat on Nevarro was destroyed he still felt uneasy, partly because he was still not completely healed, in more ways than one.

His body ached, in every direction. He prided himself on quick recoveries, and near indestructibility. But his brush with death a week ago had broken down many of his ideas of who he thought he was. He had faced for the first time in his life that his mortality was catching up to him, sooner rather than later. And that meant something now that he had a Child who needed him. He remembered his father figure going through the same process. And as the older man slowed down, he had watched with pride as Din found himself coming up as the most impressive fighter in the Death Watch corps. Well, him and Paz, of course.

His training fights with Paz were legendary in their Clan. Clan Vizsla prided themselves in keeping the strongest Foundlings. And Din, while physically smaller, was faster and smarter to match Paz’ brute force. They built a friendship and respect over the years, and when their mother was executed and their father died in the conflict they were hunted and forced to flee by their Clan in order to preserve the future, and Paz left Mandalore with Din until they found the Tribe.

His heart ached. The Tribe was now gone, and so was Paz. They had fought over Din’s bounty hunter activities, Paz never approved of the questionable moral code of killing people who did not deserve death. Din asserted that anyone who runs is guilty. In hindsight, Paz could not have been more right. They had reconciled with Din reclaiming his honor in Paz’ eyes the night he rescued the Child. His guilt at the following destruction of the Tribe, however, weighed heavier than even his new mission.

His heart also had new holes where friends were now gone. They had given their lives so that his aching body could continue to safeguard the Child. Every time he felt he might lose his temper, he heard Kuiil in his mind reminding him to reinforce with patience. And every time he took off his helm and looked at the mirror, he thought about what IG-11 had seen with his synthetic eyes. Had he seen what Din now saw? These days he barely recognized the man he was before he met the Child.

His head ached and his brow furrowed as he continued to second guess the course he had laid in the navigation. The Armorer had said she knew of old tales of battles between the Mandalorians and the Child’s kind — the Jedi. His only lead then was to find those tales. He had to return to Mandalore. He had not returned since the Purge, and for the past ten years had been so focused on survival that he never even considered looking back. Now, with mind, body and heart still recovering from the battle on Nevarro, he was about to reopen old wounds.

A soft beep on the comm caught his eye and made his heart jump with more of the same uneasy feeling that had been nagging him. He turned back to the ops station and found the Child asleep in the seat with the Mythosaur skull still in his mouth, covered in drool. Then he turned back to the console and pressed the blinking button.

A ghostly holoprojection of Cara Dune appeared and Din found he was holding his breath as he stared at her face.

“Hey Mando — checking in on you as planned. This week Greef and I have confirmed the few remaining Imps are on the run, but I will feel better once the new militia has cleared every building in the city. Once that’s done we will check in with the Jawas and start cleaning up this place. Greef is setting up the Cantina as his base of operation, so contact us there at this signal. You should see him. You’d think he was already Mayor, General, and Senator of Nevarro.” She could not contain a chuckle. “Listen, do me a favor and give yourself a quick medscan. It will put me at ease to know you’re physically capable to take care of the Kid, OK? As agreed, I expect a response within two days, even just an acknowledgement with your code if that’s all you can do. If you fail to respond we are coming after you. Stay safe, buddy.”

Cara had a small smile on her lips then dropped her eyes as she reached down to close the comm channel message, and Mando felt a slight clench in his stomach when her image fizzled out. He pushed down that feeling and turned back to the Child who was now soundly snoring and the Mythosaur skull was hanging out of his mouth.

Din gritted his teeth and took in a sharp breath to avoid making any sounds as the pain caused a tear to form in the corner of his eye. He knew if he stood up his message would be more convincing. His last medscan was less than encouraging, he was healing, but not nearly as quickly as he had hoped. From the blast and fall he had multiple fractures of his ribs, vertebrae and torn sacral ligaments, and fluid on his bruised lungs. IG-11 had healed his skull fracture and subarachnoid bleed from the fall but the concussion was still affecting him daily. And he also had a healing torn rotator cuff from his stunt on the TIE fighter.

His first stop after they left Nevarro was to acquire some bacta so he could start infusions. It took every ounce of his infusions to keep healing fast enough to convince the Child he did not need to intervene. IG was right about his wounds healing in a matter of hours, but there were just so many wounds that the hours kept adding up… and there wasn’t a chance he would ever tell Dune any of that.

He caught his breath again as he straightened up and then composed himself and pressed the comm button.

“Dune, good to hear from you, and that Greef is already setting himself up as the new emperor. Medscan is improving. We have a new heading. I will send encoded coordinates so you can monitor our progress. Please confirm the Armorer is safe and if any others of the Tribe —have returned.” His voice wavered as a shock of pain jolted through his ribs. “The Kid is asleep, so I’ll keep this short. Djarin, out.” He reached for the comm button and closed the channel quickly before catching himself on the console and taking long, slow breaths.

He looked at the hyperspace navigation timer, he had just enough time for a quick infusion. He had to get it started before the kid woke up. He moved carefully down the ladder leaving the cockpit door open so he could hear any movement. The quiet snores were reassuring. He had to stop a couple of times to catch his breath, but his focus was unwavering. His kit came with an infusion port which made his hookup simple, so he just had to remove his armor and expose his shin where the port was drilled into his bone.

Once the line was set in place he decided to lay back on his sleep cot just for a few minutes.

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He woke with a start, but there was a warm spot at his side were the Child had clearly moved to sleep with him and he was snoring again. He looked up at the bacta bag and found it was empty and he was actually feeling less pain around his head, shoulder and ribs. He flexed his abdominal muscles and self-corrected as he groaned to sit up — there was less pain.

The Child immediately stirred and yawned loudly. He looked up at Din and sleepily blinked then chirped with a questioning tone.

“I’m feeling better, kid. Thanks for keeping me company.” He picked up the bag and showed it to the Child. “See? This will help fix me up.”

The Child cocked his head slightly, as if unconvinced.

“Tough audience. Come on, let’s check on our course.” He gingerly moved himself off the sleep bench and then tucked the Child into his arm with the bad shoulder and with the other pulled himself up just high enough up the ladder to deposit the Child up on the command deck, then climbed up the rest of the way with both arms.

Every time, the kid made a beeline to the controls and Din had enough practice to stay just far enough ahead of him to scoop him up and deposit him back into his seat before he could drop them out of hyperspace into a black hole. The Child whined with a squeaky pout but admitted defeat again.

Din checked the timer and found they had just under ten minutes left in hyperspace. Then he noticed he had another message. He frowned. And his finger actually shook just a little as he reached for the blinking button.

The ghostly image of Cara Dune appeared again, “This message is for the Kid. Hey Kid, please do me a favor and tell your father to try putting on a brave face for someone who isn’t an idiot. Miss you Kid. Take care of him for me. I’ll report back on the Armorer when I have made contact.”

She disappeared, and this time her image was not smiling. Din’s head bowed slightly. He should have waited to reply after the infusion.

Then he looked up at the Child who was returning his gaze. “We’ve got each other’s backs, Kid. We are going to be OK.”

The Child giggled and reached a small three claw hand toward him. Din reached out with his finger and the Child grabbed it and squeezed.

The hyperdrive now started beeping, they were approaching their destination. Din set the Child back in his seat and then turned to the controls. With years of experience he eased the Razor Crest out of hyperspace just early enough to avoid alerting of the old Outer Defense perimeter. He had heard that it was back in force and he did not want to start off this encounter with a fight.

He flipped his universal local transmission switch, “Outer Defense, Outer Defense, this is Razor Crest requesting permission to approach.”

No response.

“Outer Defense, Outer Defense, do you copy?”

Another long beat, Din’s heart began to quicken.

“This is the Outer Defense, please repeat your sign,” the deep voice on the other end sounded suspicious.

Din sighed relief, but also pursed his lips. His ship should be known to the Outer Defense database. They were no doubt scanning him to confirm — it was the ship Paz and he had taken off Mandalore.

“This is the Razor Crest. Repeat, the Razor Crest.”

There was another short pause. “Clan Vizsla celebrates your return Paz.”

Din swallowed hard, “Negative, Outer Defense control, this is Din Djarin. My brother Paz — his location is unknown.”

There was another heavy silence. “Din Djarin, Clan Vizsla celebrates your return. The foundlings are the future. Proceed to the Vizsla Landing and report to your Clan for the Rebuilding. Welcome home.”

Mixed emotions filled Din hearing these words, but all he said was, “Acknowledged.”

Coordinates were sent for his heading, and he did not recognize it. The Vizsla compound was no doubt destroyed in the Purge. Din put the Razor Crest on autopilot and then reached back to pick up the Child so he could see everything on their approach to his new home.

“See this Kid? This is your new adopted home. Mandalore.”

The Child looked all around with wide eyes as they passed the Outer Defense in the meteor belt and made their way towards the brown planet with swirling white clouds. As they moved closer, patches of green were visible surrounding interconnected small lakes of blue below. It looked like a small part of the eco-system was reasserting itself. He desperately wished that Paz was there with him to see the planet slowly coming back to life.

The ship moved into orbit and then began the gentle descent to the ruins of the Capital city, Sundari. He recognized many destroyed landmarks, many historic locations lost to future generations. They passed the old palace of the Prime Minister and the Representatives which looked like it was being rebuilt. The square of statues, however, which previously held colossi of Mandalorian history was now full of rubble.

The other thing he noticed as they moved closer to the large squares was he could see hundreds of people, some with helmets, but mostly without. He knew that the Way was not widely observed, and mostly within the military, but it still felt jarring to him to see so many Mandalorians without helms. Living normal lives. His entire life since the Clone Wars had been about survival and protecting the safety of others. His life was the Way, but life went on outside the Way. And that was as it should be; it was what he should be fighting for.

Then he realized that the ship was aimed toward the old headquarters of the Chancellor of Defense. He smiled to himself. Clan Vizsla had come home. The Death Watch was the highest level Defense Squadron of Mandalore before they split from the pacifist government. He was happy they had been restored to their honorable mission.

The Razor Crest set down on the first landing pad and Din started shutting down all systems. The Child, however, could not contain his excitement and immediately jumped down from his seat on Din’s lap and started toward the ladder.

“Wait! KID!” Din shouted as he quickly flipped switches in order. Then he rushed after the Child and found him in the sleeping bunk retrieving his blue blanket and his silver ball. Din had to laugh and sighed with relief.

“I’m ready to settle in for a while too, but let’s take this one step at a time ok?” He put the ball and blanket down again on the bed, picked up the Child set him down on the ground, and then squatted down to his level.

“We have a mission. We need to find your people. And we need to find out if we have a place here if our mission to find your people fails. These people are our kin, but they respect strength.” He smiled to himself. “Who am I kidding, We know you have plenty of that.”

The Child looked at him thoughtfully, and then lifted up his arms. Din picked him up again and they touched foreheads and then looked at each other.

“Be brave, be careful, and stick with me, ok?”

The look the Child gave almost looked like a small smirk, and he got the distinct impression he was thinking, I’m always brave. He couldn’t help but suspect the Child was starting to understand him.

“Let’s go.” He put the Child down again, and then lowered the ship’s outer door.

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By the time the door lowered down completely there was a greeting party already arriving on a speeder. They all wore Clan Vizsla armor, and several ancient Clan helmets, but no individuals that he specifically recognized. That did not surprise him because the Clan previously numbered in the thousands and stretched across multiple settlements. Din started to walk down the ramp and he could hear the Child walking next to him.

The female at the head of the party stepped down from the speeder and waited for them to approach her. Din walked slowly to accommodate for smaller legs and feet.

Din stopped just in front of the female and then eased down on one knee and bowed over his knee.

“Din Djarin, Foundling of Clan Vizsla. I’m reporting home because I have — a new Clan Vizsla Foundling. I also must report that Paz Vizsla is currently — missing. He was lost on Nevarro when former Imperials attacked, but the Tribe reports that he may have escaped off-world.”

The female stepped forward and reached down to Din’s pauldron and ran her fingers over his sigil. Then placed a hand on top of Din’s helmet.

“Din Djarin, House Vizsla rejoices in your return. Clan Vizsla’s losses were among the heaviest. Clan Wren was nearly decimated. And Clan Saxon has failed to make restitution. The Foundlings are the future. Rise, Din Djarin.”

Din looked up and stood before her, and gestured to the Child standing by his leg.

“This is my Foundling. He did not have any identification when I found him. He does not yet understand the Way. We come before you seeking his acceptance in the Clan, and for him to be named.”

The female nods, “Of course. What significance is the sigil?”

Din nodded back. “The Child and I fought the Mudhorn together. He used his mind to hold the Mudhorn back long enough for me to kill it. He saved my life, and then I saved him from the Empire.”

The entire party on the speeder now turned their helmets towards the Child. He looked back at them with large black eyes and squeaked, but then he puffed up his chest a little proudly. Din was happy his smile was hidden by his helm.

The female looked back at Din and nodded again. “We will find an appropriate name for this impressive show of strength from one so small.” She cocked her head. “Do you intend to train him?”

Din shook his head, “The Foundling is in my care but he would not survive the training. I must find his own kind, or find someone who can train him to use his powers — as a Jedi.”

Every person on the pad froze at the mention of that Order. Din could barely comprehend how he had never heard of them before if so many Mandalorians knew of them. The female had frozen as well but now recovered her composure.

“Come, let us discuss this mission in more detail — inside.”

She turned and stepped back onto the speeder. Din motioned for the Child to follow, then Din was the last to board. The whole ride inside the structure he could feel the eyes of the entire party on him and he could feel the Child next to him inching closer to him nervously. But Din was proud he stood his ground and did not cower or hide under his cape.

The speeder stopped inside the compound at a grand door with high arches that once held stained glass. Four of the Mandalorians stepped out and took posts next to this door. Then the female stepped off and led the way through the door and down a stately hallway for Din and the Child to follow. She did not walk slowly, so Din picked up the Child and he rode on his shoulder. Din walked a little slower as he looked around and hid his stiff joints from the others. The female stopped outside a large office and waited for them to walk inside.

Once inside two others of the entourage stopped to stand guard and she closed the doors and turned to face them. Her helmet had accents of gold and white, and the eyes came out to a wider point compared to the Armorer. She was taller, as tall as Paz, and carried all of the authority expected in his Clan.

“Din Djarin, I am Zaral Vizsla. I am Paz Vizsla’s cousin — and yours. Your father, my mother’s younger brother, as you know, died during the Purge. Your father saved many Foundlings, you are among only four to complete the training, and you are the only one to return after the Purge.”

Din felt his legs going slightly weak as the weight of this information set in.

“Then... you do not know of Paz’s whereabouts?”

Zaral shook her head. “He has not yet returned. You were the last to see him alive.”

“I was not. The leader of the Tribe on Nevarro, the Armorer, she saw him when the Imperials attacked. He was last seen during the assault. He was among many that disappeared and were assumed escaped — or captured.” He finished quietly. To be captured would mean death.

Zaral nodded. “We must make contact with the Armorer then. We must continue to bring our sisters and brothers home.”

Din nodded, “The Tribe as you know has no communication equipment, to prevent detection. But I have people on Nevarro that may contact her directly.”

Zaral nodded, and she then turned toward the volumes of data on the shelves behind her desk and walked around behind it.

“Today, however, I’m afraid we must face an unpleasant task before we can celebrate the naming of your Foundling. We must address the issue of his apparent power in the Force.”

“The Force?” Din said.

“It is the name of the power this Foundling has a connection to. It is how he lifted a Mudhorn that was ten thousand times his weight,” Zaral replied.

“He also stopped a fire trooper’s weapon. And he healed a Mynock venom wound.”

Zaral now looked up from the data console and stood. “This Child has done all of these things?”

Din nodded, and the Child chirped in response.

Zaral stood astounded. “I have only heard legends of Jedi with such powers. Even the few left that have met our Clan cannot do all of these things, with years of training.”

Din was now also stunned. “But — what does that mean for him?”

Zaral shook her head. “I do not know.” She beckoned for him to move closer to the desk.

A symbol appeared on the holodisplay, one that he did not recognize. “This is the symbol of the Jedi. They were an Order of sorcerers that began untold eons ago, the Order trained those with a strong connection to the Force to use their power to protect freedom in the Galaxy from those who would dominate others.

“They grew in number and then began the discord. As with all organizations splinters began and some maintained a peaceful demeanor while others tended toward a warrior way of life. The warriors, however, became too enamored with their growing power and soon left the Order completely to grow as a new Order called the Sith. They cultivated their power in Darkness and waged war on the Jedi, nearly wiping them out. The Jedi power came from the Light and soon their numbers of recruits far surpassed the growth of the Darkness and they were victorious, destroying the Sith Temple at Moraband.

“Five thousand years ago, the Jedi Order established a Temple on Coruscant, and became advisors to a rising power that eventually became the Old Republic. But after three thousand years the Mandalore found a decline in that Republic was due to the philosophy of the Jedi, avoiding battle at all costs, and protecting weak leaders, and they came into conflict. Our weaponry was developed over millennia in order to manage battle with Jedi whose powers required no machines. We were victorious on many battle fields. Over a thousand years ago, Tarre Vizsla, a Mandalorian with an unrivaled connection to the Force, was allowed to train with the Jedi because his mother felt that the conflict must end. He became one of the fiercest warriors of the Jedi, and he created a weapon called the Dark Saber. But ultimately, due to politics on both sides, he was forced to choose. He refused to fight against his own people, and he left the Order, leading the Mandalorians against the Jedi to his death. His Dark Saber was brought back to the Jedi temple until it was stolen back by House Vizsla and used as a symbol to rule Mandalore.”

Zaral turned back to Din and the Child who still sat on his shoulder with his mouth open in awe. “This story is for you both to understand what you are facing on this quest. You see before you nearly ten thousand years of history, and three thousand years of conflict with Mandalore. However, I want you both to understand that does not mean there is no hope for your Clan to bring Mandalore into a stronger future. For a member of a Clan who has such powers to heal should have a name worthy of a Jedi.”

Din reached up to his shoulder and picked up the Child to set him on Zaral’s desk. She reached out and placed her hand on his head.

“I name you, Tarre-Haal, the second of House Vizsla to be a Jedi warrior — and the first Jedi healer.”

Din also put his hand on Tarre-Haal, who cooed, but did not move.

Din whispered, “Ni kyr'tayl gai sa’ad,” I know your name as my child.

Zaral replied, “Gai bal manda,” Name and soul.

When Zaral and Din removed their hands Tarre looked up at them, and Din saw in his eyes a look that said, I’ll make you proud.

Din looked back up at Zaral, “You agree then, I should take him back to the Jedi? How am I to find them? Are they still on Coruscant?”

Zaral shook her head, “The Order was destroyed by the Emperor at the end of the Clone Wars. The fugitive Jedi were hunted during the Age of the Empire, and very few remain. However, I heard that it was two Jedi who returned the Dark Saber to House Wren before the Purge, and it was Bo-Katan of House Kryze who used it to unite Mandalore to resist the Empire, but ultimately failed.”

Din had not heard of the final events on Mandalore. “So House Kryze was destroyed.”

Zaral nodded, “And Bo-Katan murdered. Her nephew, Kor-Kayan, was captured and presumed dead. When the Empire fell the Governor and the Imperial Security Bureau were finally driven from the planet. And we began to rebuild.”

Din leaned forward. “Who murdered Bo-Katan?”

Zaral looked back at Din, “Moff Gideon.”

Din suddenly felt his breath leave him, and had to brace his hands on the desk. Tarre-Haal walked over to his father and put one hand on his arm, slowly closing his eyes.

Suddenly, Din felt a warmth spreading from his arm to his injured shoulder and up further to his head and down to his lungs. When he realized what was happening, he reached over to Tarre and placed a hand over the tiny one on his arm.

“Stop, please, Tarre. You have done enough, you need your strength.” He gently pulled the tiny hand off his arm and Tarre looked up at him with his large black eyes. “Save your strength.”

Din looked back to Zaral. “I am injured because I fought and killed Moff Gideon on Nevarro. His forces are in retreat as we speak.”

Zaral nodded. “Your entire Clan will be told of this victory.”

Din stood up again and looked her in the eye. “I will also return to that fight, but first, I must find the two Jedi. I must speak with House Wren.”

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