#grumpy caretakers that would do anything for them regardless >>>

[whump-allthe-way]

caretaker wasn’t supposed to be doing this, they weren’t a caretaker, and surely whumpee is capable of taking care of themselves, right? surely they’re old enough, so why does caretaker need to be there? they hate it, waking up every morning to an overly excited whumpee rambling about their dreams, they make breakfast and attempt to tune out of the annoying endless chatter, and they spend their evenings praying to everything above that whumpee would just go to bed-

until one day whumpee’s gone. they dropped them off at school without a word, watched them as they happily waved them off before turning to their friends. but now they’re gone, they’re not waiting in that same spot out of the school, there’s no sight of them or their backpack riddled with dozens of cute keychains and pins. caretaker jumps out of their car, heads towards the friends they pretended not to notice, demanding to know where their charge is. the shrugs tell them nothing, so they go home.

maybe whumpee will show up later, the peace and quiet will be nice after all.

a few hours pass, and caretaker cooks them a meal for when they’re home.

they watch the clock tick by and pass their favourite channel as they scroll through the tv, their show is on.

whumpee never comes home, and soon they’re at the police station. the police call them a few days later, and all caretaker hears is “i’m sorry- kidnapped-“

caretaker waits in the silence, they cook two meals every night in case whumpee comes strolling through that door with their giddy smile and endless stories, they save their show so they can catch up, and they practice their “i don’t care about you, but don’t do that again” lecture.

it’s months before caretaker gets the call, and this time the only word they hear is “hospital”

caretaker isn’t worried, or angry or scared, not by whumpee’s pale, bruised face, the frail form or the scars that peak out from the covers. caretaker doesn’t care- and they’re not crying from relief, they’re not gripping their hand tightly as they thank every god above, because whumpee is nothing more than an inconvenience-

whumpee is so small now, they shake and stutter, and the small smiles they manage don’t reach their eyes. when they’re home, whumpee doesn’t talk, not really, they answer caretakers questions and they mumble a shaky thank you when they’re given food, but they don’t ramble. not like they used to.

and caretaker finds themselves filling in the silence, sat on the couch talking and talking, about what whumpee’s missed, their friends and hell- even caretaker’s friends. they hand them the remote to watch their show and they tuck them in at night, and they pray that one day whumpee will smile again, perhaps wake them with that annoyingly cheerful “morning caretaker!” once more, or even just talk about the meaningless things in their life.

the whumpee they let crawl into their bed after they wake up screaming, the whumpee that hides behind them in front of strangers, the whumpee that quietly asks them questions isn’t their whumpee. and all caretaker can think is that if they’d just listened; payed a little more attention to their endless stream of words, their whumpee would be here.

[starsmuserainbow]

Okay, so, while I am pretty slow in getting to things, and that makes me fall behind for almost 2 weeks in replying to a thing on Starfire, I barely get anything back as fast on my sideblogs. So, this here is a starter call for my sideblogs. Check up on them here, or find a little, very very brief, summary of each character below the cut. As starter calls go - you like this, and I’ll write something up for you. Or come plot first if I’m out of ideas. I have the right to not do it, a few details on that below the cut, but I’ll probably at least try to do it since I really want my sideblogs to get more things(/attention).

You’re free to (and I very much appreciate if you do) choose a character/blog if you want (just, not Starfire, since that’s the whole point of this call), though if you don’t, I’ll probably just go with someone I wanna do. If you like this starter and don’t specify a muse, the starter that I will make might come from any of my muses. As in, regardless of if you follow them (yet) or not.

This call gets posted, and primarily reblogged, on Starfire here because it’s my main blog to all the others and also the one that the most people are aware of and/or see.

The characters are:

Blackfire, @queenofthegalaxxy, the older “evil” sister of Starfire

Wildfire, @tamaraneanpacifist, the younger brother of Starfire

Galfore, @royalcaretaker, caretaker of the royal siblings and at the moment ruler of Tamaran

Starlight, @rainbowoftamaran, a half-tamaranean OC that’s more or less a stray, loves colors, and currently lives in a tree in a park on Earth

Moonshot, @warriorfortamaran, a tamaranean OC that’s grumpy, sometimes rude, has a puppy love obsession with Starfire and doesn’t seem to like, nor understand, Earth much

and my multimuse-blog with a few OCs on their own which I don’t wanna try summarizing here, just check the blog @starsmusedeposit.

The blog also has Mar’i Grayson, RobStar’s kid from another timeline that travelled back in a chibimoon-esque style to a time where her parents aren’t even together (yet? depending on the ship or verse we have)

Reasons I might not make you a starter:

We aren’t mutuals, and I don’t have ideas or don’t know about your muse

You don’t read the post and say you want something from Starfire

You beforehand didn’t answer nor even react (aka at least “like”) multiple starters I made you (I don’t think I have anyone like that even, but still worth listing)

I can’t even access your blog for some reason (usually would come along with not being mutuals, since I would likely not follow if I can’t see your blog)

I come to plot and our talk leads nowhere and just stops, but I think this is obvious

There might be more reasons that I can’t think of right now, but yeah, I promise I’ll at least consider it

[thisbluespirit]

Ten Favourite Characters

Memed from @mariocki​  And despite the numbering, not really in strict order, although I tried and no. 1 is definitely no. 1. 

10. Kathryn Janeway

"There are three things to remember about being a starship captain. Keep your shirt tucked in, go down with the ship... and never abandon a member of your crew."

Okay, basically, me and Star Trek is: I like it if it has Captain Janeway in it.  If it does not have Captain Janeway in it, I might go so far as to mildly enjoy it from time to time, but Janeway is the essential thing.  I walked in one day and saw Kate Mulgrew on the screen and sat down immediately, eventually asking my friend, in hushed tones of awe, “Who is that?”  (I’m not even joking.)  (I don’t hate the rest of ST or anything, but, you know.  It’s not Doctor Who and it doesn’t have Captain Janeway in it, what can I say?  I like the one with the whales, too?)

9. Jenkins

“Magic is not an exact science. If it were, it would be science.”

With Jenkins (John Larroquette), The Librarians takes a mythical character I never gave a thought to, or imagined I would want to, and gave me All the Feels about him.  By the end of S1, I was drawing hearts around Jenkins every time he appeared and that happens all too rarely at the moment, so I think he has to go on this list.  (I’m a Doctor Who fan, how could I not love a grumpy immortal caretaker with a magic door and a heart of gold?) *draws hearts around him regardless of his disapproval and annoyance at said hearts*

8. G’kar

“No dictator, no invader can hold an imprisoned population by force of arms forever. There is no greater power in the universe than the need for freedom. Against that power tyrants and dictators cannot stand. The Centauri learned that lesson once. We will teach it to them again. Though it take a thousand years, we will be free.”

G’kar’s arc is just beautiful (from semi-villainous schemer to unwilling religious icon), as is every part of his epic relationship with Londo, and he is my favourite.  There was a period in S1 where there were about 7 episodes without him and I nearly died.  And, I mean, I really like Babylon 5 and everybody else in it, but that was just cruel and unusual.  Thank goodness it never happened again.  Andreas Katsulas was just brilliant.

7. Seventh Doctor

"That's what guns are for. Pull the trigger, end a life. Simple, isn't it?  Why don't you do it, then?  Look me in the eye, pull the trigger, end my life.  Why not?"

What do you do with a thing like Doctor Who in a meme like this?  I could do my top ten fave characters just in Doctors, let alone companions, before we even get started on minor characters, so let’s have my favourite Doctor do the honours for everyone here.  He hates unrequited love, loathes bus stations (terrible places, full of lost souls and lost luggage), and knows we all have a universe of our own terrors to face, and he’ll be back in time for tea.

With Ace, of course, who is also the best.  As are so many of the rest.

6. Servalan

"There’s no one as free as a dead man.”

It’s so hard to choose Blake’s 7 characters!  They’re all so fascinating, that’s why it still gets watched and loved.  If I’m honest it’s Vila or Servalan, and today I went for Servalan, which probably will save anyone from getting stabbed in the back.  I love me an evil lady and Jacqueline Pearce’s Servalan is probably my favourite villain in anything, especially in terms of characters who remain irredeemable, but are also plausible and interesting.  She’s certainly the most fabulously dressed, anyway.

5. Lynda Day

”I don’t do conversation.  Everything I say comes out like an order.  I say hello and people salute!”

Like every other girl of my very specific age demographic in the UK (Press Gang was watched by something ridiculous like 80% of its target teenage audience, which I don’t think has ever happened before or since), I wanted to grow up to be Lynda Day, dictator editor of the Junior Gazette.  It’s probably as well that none of us did, but she was the very best, and I remain grateful to have had her around, and Julia Sawalha was always fantastic right from trespassers will be exterminated to there are crocodiles. 

4. Silver

Sapphire: “You’re supposed to lose sometimes.”

Silver: “Oh! I wondered why I wasn’t having any fun.”

So, Sapphire and Steel are pretty amazing, right, but let’s be honest, I was always watching this for the red-headed guy in Assignments 3 & 6, and he did not disappoint.  I mean, Sapphire & Steel is the weirdest, creepiest low-budget thing with our srs bsns inhuman heroes and then suddenly David Collings turns up and makes light-bulbs glow and turn into glitter.  He is the sparkliest, no one can deny it and he can slide right into the perfect OTP and turn it into the even shinier OT3.  Not that that stops him flirting with everyone else as well, of course.

3. Regina Mills

“There's no redemption for me. There's only suffering. Because now I have a curse. The curse of knowing the difference between good and evil. And I'm caught between them. If I revert, I lose everyone I love. Henry, my friends, everyone. And if I go forward trying to be good, I have to live with my past darkness and all its well-deserved consequences... But for me, it's a simple choice really. I'd rather suffer than see that pain on the people I care about. This is my fate.“                            

Regina gets to go from being Once Upon A Time’s original OTT fairytale villain to hero (and plays out every possible shade in between, plus various cursed and alternate versions of herself, not to mention her evil doppelganger), and Lana Parrilla’s just amazing at All The Things.  I went from not even liking her to somehow letting her rip my heart right out of my chest when I wasn’t looking.  (Bonus shout out to her mother Cora Mills/Queen of Hearts (Barbara Hershey) too.)

2. Frank Marker

"Have you heard about old heads on young shoulders?  Well, you employ me, you get an old head.  You get old shoulders, too, but then no-one's perfect."

I’m with @mariocki​ here: Alfred Burke’s run down, small-time enquiry agent in Public Eye (TV 1965-75) is one of the most utterly 3D, real and compelling TV characters I’ve ever come across.  (With a bonus mention for the very lovely Helen Mortimer (Pauline Delany), because I might even love her a tiny bit more than Frank some days. <3)

1. Ruth Evershed

“I like to think no institution in the country is safe from me.”

I had to think about this long and hard a while ago, and Nicola Walker’s Ruth from Spooks | MI5 is still probably my favourite character in anything.  It’s tough.  But RUTH.  I love her so much.  There’s a S2 DVD commentary with Howard Brenton and Nicola Walker on her first episode and basically Nicola just sits there going, “I love Ruth.”  And I’m: “ME TOO.” From her first appearance, dropping the files, buggering the Home Office, and breaking the desk lamp to more serious, angsty, later stuff, she’s just so damn good at her job (and in Spooks that’s a tragedy waiting to happen).

It’s really hard to list only 10 though.  I’m an all-eras Doctor Who fan.  I’d need three posts at least just to start on that, I keep falling in love with characters from ancient telly and every now and then I even watch new things...

[wildcardwriting]

In the Face of Adversity, A Flower Bloom #1

[My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia]

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Summary:The fact he was given some mystical bullshitty flower power quirk should have been the first hint that his life sucked. Unfortunately, life hated him far too much to let sleeping dogs lie, and feels he needs to suffer more.(Yoko Kurama-esque powers Izuku and a world made to crumble beneath its own weight.)

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Chapter One: Into Diverging Paths and Vicious Thorns

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The fact he was given some mystical bullshitty power over flowers should have been the first hint that his life was going to suck.

Unfortunately, life hated him far too much to let that be the end of it. By the time he had reached eight years old, yet another thing happened that completely and utterly made him curse the world.

For one thing, no one but him seems to see the small fragments of light that fell from the sky. It was like shiny snow falling from the sky. His mother didn't seem to notice it and neither did anyone else. When he mentioned as much to Kacchan he was given one of those dismissive and irritating looks before being pushed away. Eventually, everyone called him a liar and it got to the point where he didn't mention it to anyone. He'd just shrug and go about his day.

He didn't mention his new quirk to his mother or anybody else, first because he thought it was a stupid quirk, and second because he had seen what happened to kids who had terrible quirks. Ichikawa from class 3-A was bullied because all he could do was put his hair on fire. Naomi from class 2-B could enlarge the size of her breasts at will and as such started getting some rather dubious offers from the student community and those are just the ones he could think of off the top of his head. The list went on and on. People who had dumb, terrible or useless quirks were thrown to the bottom of the social ladder. If they tried to fight back they were scorned by their teachers and family members alike for acting out in anger. To the world, it was their fault for being born weak, while people who had strong quirks were above it all.

He watched this and started to write in his notebooks. Pages that were once filled with his analysis of heroes started becoming filled with harsh words against the people around him. He had no one to talk to and no friends to help him, so little by little, he grew cynical and cold. In another universe, he might have been nicer, more resilient but in this one, he grew cold against the world.

How could he not?

In the face of such pain and despair, he grew angry and vicious.

This was not the world he wanted to live in.

(And so he wrote. Pen in red ink and anger against the world.)

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[Age 8.5 to Age 10]

If the flowers in his neighborhood seem to last longer and be brighter, more vibrant than anywhere else he never let on why. His quirk was stupid enough already. The last thing he needed was to be bullied for his stupid flower power or if an adult had found out, sent to juvie for unauthorized quirk usage.

Time passed and he got older and older and several things changed in his life.

Kacchan had long abandoned him, instead spending his time with all his little groupies and bullying him whenever he was seen. His mother sensitive soul that she was, became more fragile and more sensitive since he was declared quirkless. She started micromanaging him, getting him a phone and demanding to know where he was every second of the day. If he was late with a text or a phone call she would get upset. She didn't ask about dreams or goals or hopes for the future. She simply told him to focus on school and put brochures of menial jobs on his desk every so often. She didn't use her quirk in the house. She didn't talk about quirks. It was almost like she was ashamed of him. Her looks of love turned into looks of pity and she demanded more out of him.

Better grades, better this, better that but the more she asked the more imprisoned he felt.

And he got that.

He understood why she was sad and frustrated but in the back of his mind he couldn't help but hate her a little. He had told her about the shiny snow and the plants but she wouldn't listen to him no matter what he showed her. The fact that he was titled quirkless by some doctor seemed to invalidate him as a person in every single way. The doctor said he was delusional and refusing to face the truth and she believed the doctor instead of her son. His worthiness as a person wasn't equal to his quirk, because he was still a human being even if he didn't have a registered power. But still, she didn't see that. She treated him for all intents and purposes like a very stupid, very troublesome pet and she was the caretaker fed up with him.

But it was manageable. Sort of.

Unfortunately, when word got around the neighborhood, people started to whisper behind his back, and they started to point at them, made fun of them as they held them up is an example of what not to be.

"Look at them," They'd say. "That's what happens when your son is quirkless."

"No wonder the father abandoned them." They'd whisper.

And on and on it would go. They speak of dark things, of secrets and affairs and divorces, to the point that he was feeling constantly angry to the people around him. He was smarter than they all thought he was and noticed their actions a mile away. They always stopped talking as soon as he neared them and pointed at him. It was obvious they were talking about him.

It started to get to him after a while that he was feeling a little less than charitable and he acted out in the only way he could.

If Satou-san garden wouldn't grow, or Nana-san found rotting vegetables in the fridge every so often or any of the dozens of things that went wrong in the neighborhood, well that had nothing everything to do with him.  Things just happened. Bad luck couldn't have happened to set of worse people. Still, he was careful not to do anything too severe and not too often lest anyone start getting suspicious about a quirk being used. Even those moments of lashing out did nothing to tame the loneliness he felt.

With his mother away at work constantly he looked towards the computer to give him some company, diving deep into the internet and started exploring. He watched dozens of videos on dozens on subjects and when that got boring he switched off to reading anything he could get his hands on. Wheather that was manga or medical knowledge, he read anything and everything. He browsed cookbooks and math books and social studies books. He read about princes and kingdoms and policies and laws.

Every day was something new and exciting that was waiting to be explored.

If he felt like learning something special, then he learned it using Youtube videoes for guidance. The subject didn't matter, because when he was online he was a person. He had everything he could ever want online. There were chat forms and fanfiction forms and everything under the sun. For the first time in his life, he felt alive. Because online, no one knew who he was.

He could gush about the newest manga chapter or the newest medical discovery and people talked to him. It was so amazing.

He was happy for a little while until his mom came home.

She was always grumpy when she came home. Stressed and worn, she was an office lady that refused to come home. Even though there was no need to work, (Hisashi sent them enough money to live on) she had gone back to work. Maybe it was her attempt to escape the situation at home, maybe it was guilt, regardless nothing was ever the same since that appointment to the quirk doctor a few years ago.

It used to be that when Izuku came home dinner would be waiting for him on the table. Now he made dinner and took care of the house. He had learned what most people learned in their early twenties. He could cook and clean and wash the laundry. He knew how to pay the bills and when to put out the trash. He had become an adult in the body of a child. The internet had enabled him to learn everything he needed to know while his father's money had given him financial freedom his mother refused to even contemplate.

Unlike his mother's pay which she put into a bank account, his father's support was wired into an account linked to debit card. The money was sent automatically every month at a certain time and day. It was a substantial amount good for taking care of a child and good enough for a mother being out of work. His mother had given him the card a long time ago and had never asked for it back and since she was never home she never received the bank statements either. Izuku used the money to buy everything from groceries to plant seeds. He spent the money on frivolous things and an online school that he granted him a level of freedom he knew his mother would never allow him.

He prepared himself for a life outside that house and he did everything possible to ensure it. Someday he knows his father's money will run out, and when that time comes he knows he has to be ready. There may even come a point when his mother leaves him, so he needs to ready for anything. So he trains during the early mornings before he heads to school.

He practices his quirk with the various plant seeds he buys, and random weeds that he brings in from the outside. He practices controlling them and making them do things. He practices everything. He tries to make them grow bigger, smaller, wider, heavier and even turns them to dust. He tries to mutate them, and change them from a non-poisonous plant to a poisonous plant, and sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't. He learns to form flowers instantly from seeds and turn them back.

Besides his little experiments and his little pranks his quirk mostly goes unused, until he stumbles over a certain anime and suddenly he's filled with possibilities.

There are suddenly a million and one things he can do with his quirk.

Poisons, and Homeopathic healing, and even fighting. Minamino Shuichi used flowers as his weapon and to heal his teammates so why couldn't he? Sure, he may not have had spirit energy but the principal was still the same. Kurama could use plants and so could he.

He just needed to try.

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I have no f****** idea what I'm doing. This fanfiction wrote itself. I didn't plan for it and the plot is probably Swiss cheese. I have no idea if I'm going to continue it or leave it as a One-Shot. Let me know what you think. Keep in mind I have issues with this anime, so many issues. So if I do continue it, expected to be sassy, sarcastic and probably somewhat random if not a little cracky.

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[jutri]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do this prompt for me. If you're busy don't worry about it :) Stiles is a caretaker at the new wolf preserve attempting to reintroduce wolves to the state in Northern California. An inured, badly abused wolf is brought in shaved, beaten, and tortured. The wolf starts to heal faster than normal under Stiles’ gentle care. Stiles knows exactly what he’s dealing with, but full-shift wolves are rare.

Stiles stares at the cage where the newest rescue resigned. It’s been four—maybe six days since the wolf had fallen under the Northern Wolf Preserve’s care, and unsurprisingly, the wolf still has yet to warm up to anyone. Even Danny, who seems to have a gift with animals of all sorts, hasn’t been able to coax the severely injured animal out of its seclusion. After Stiles had heard that, he mentally checked the wolf off as a Scotty —the werewolf whisperer— problem. Thinking that maybe if Scott flashed his eyes at the guy, he’d be more submissive and accepting of their care. Of course, that theory turned entirely south when the once-believed-to-be-normal wolf flashed red eyes and growled loud enough to rattle the bars to the cage as soon as Scott came into view.

“You’re making this a whole lot more difficult than it has to be, you know,” Stiles said as he squints at glowing red dots. “The least you can do is howl for your pack to come and find you.”

The wolf lifts his head into the light of his confinement and levels Stiles with a grumpy look. 

“What? Cat got your tongue, big guy?” 

When the flash of annoyance comes from the wolf so does a bad idea. Isn’t it always that way? Stepping over the mountain ash line he created after figuring out that the measly cage would do nothing against a full shifted wolf once he recovered his strength, Stiles unlocks the cage with a quick swipe of his key before sprinting back over the line. As expected, the wolf doesn’t give chase leaving Stiles feeling silly for wasting energy by running. 

“Listen up fur for brains,” Stiles places his hands on his hips, “I take my job very seriously. I’m a caretaker, a spark, and an emissary in training. It is my duty to help you regardless if you want me to or not. So it’s either you let me help, or I’ll drug you and give you a bath that way.”

The wolf doesn’t move.

“Dude! If you don’t listen to me Harris, my asshole boss, is going to send you to the pound to be put down,” Stiles says. “We don’t kill our rescues, but Harris is a dick and sends you ‘problem’ bad boys away. So unless you want to swallow pill after pill until something works, I’d suggest you get your furry butt over here!”

The wolf’s empty stare was as uncomfortable as a mid-July sunburn. Stiles holds his breath and waits for something…anything to happen as he held his ground. A few more breaths pass before the wolf struggles to his feet and limps its way towards Stiles. His fur was thin and clung to his frame like a windbreaker in a gale. Even from several yards away, Stiles could count his ribs. His movements were faltering as if each step pained him and his head was sunk low to the ground.

Sighing, Stiles’ shoulders slump as he draws a line through the ash.

:·ﾟ✧☆:✧:·ﾟ✧☆:✧:·ﾟ✧☆:✧:·ﾟ✧☆:✧:·ﾟ

Despite the trouble in feeding him the wolf finally began to show progress with only a couple days under Stiles’ care. His fur became shinier, and a bit of his weight came back to his body. A few sections of his fur is still shorter than the others, but Stiles thinks that that’ll only come back with time. 

:·ﾟ✧☆:✧:·ﾟ✧☆:✧:·ﾟ✧☆:✧:·ﾟ✧☆:✧:·ﾟ 

The wolf still doesn’t like Scott or Danny, which Stiles thinks is the funniest thing in the world. Even now as Stiles clocks back in from his break, he has to take a second to laugh at the sight of Danny kneeling in front of the cage with wolf snacks in his outstretched hand. 

“Stop patronizing him,” Stiles scolds as he moves to unlock the cage. 

Danny rolls his eyes and watches with slight pangs of envy as the wolf struts over to Stiles’ side. “I’m not! I’m trying to make sure you aren’t torturing the poor guy,” he says, bending down to get eye level with the wolf. “Blink twice if you need help, buddy.”

The wolf honest to god snorts, and Stiles feels slightly betrayed. 

“See, he does like me!” Danny smirks pridefully. 

Stiles flips him the finger as he turns to gather his things to give the wolf his bath. He hears the wolf’s soft grunting in response to the bottle of shampoo but could care less as Stiles stares at the blood painted across the wolf’s muzzle. “Since he likes you so much, do you want to help give him a—”

Before he could even finish his sentence, Danny vanishes from sight. Turning back to the wolf, Stiles taps his foot a few times before he leads them towards the preserve’s spa. Stiles’ mind wanders to thoughts about where the wolf came from and who could’ve done such a thing to a human being. Even as he’s scrubbing the filthy from the wolf’s fur, his mind is preoccupied with questions and confusion. So, you could only imagine the surprise he felt when suddenly the wolf poofed into a fully naked man. 

Stiles shrieks embarrassingly high pitched as he topples out of his chair and onto the floor. Causing shampoo to go everywhere. 

Here you go!! Sorry, it’s a bit short, my brain had decided to take a break about halfway through ヽ(๏∀๏ )ﾉ

[carry-on-my-wayward-meg]

The first pisces girl from geological eons ago?

I don’t know how many times I have to say it.

I obviously enjoyed her, her company, whatever seemed her vibe was.

But I only talked (or wanted) to be talking to her, because we lived somewhat close, plus our parents/caretakers/whatever knew each other, so very occasionally we ended up hanging out at same places, and only MOSTLY to her (I think, am sure), because I was a bit incited by some adults, and because I already hate close to everything, while in her case she has all the GENERAL pisces/water “energy”.

The Aquarius chick. There are obviously many things about her which are interesting, but our differences are even glaring, bigger, obvious. I don’t think my hateful ass ever wanted to force her to have any friendship or whatever with me. Regardless of any interest from me, back then, I wouldn’t do it. NOT EVEN APPROACH. The couple times I might have done was only because she and the Pisces one were/are close friends and she would take any opportunity to bully me and “wake me up”. It was her who started warS.

I assume for standard, we Arieses are too imediative, a bit simple, to plan, keep doing, persevere on whatever.

Screw whoever’s Mercury or Sun was on whoever’s Jupiter.

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On going war? It is ALWAYS the Aquarius Chick. Air Sign whateveres. As an intellectual Sign, it is TOO long-time fucking humiliating for them losing even the SMALLEST THING. THEY NEVER END IT. But they are also target of real abuse, and THAT’S WHY no one believes it when it really happens.

Not following subject.

Might I have acidentally stolen ANYTHING EVER from her? (Knowing/Being pointed out exclusively RECENTLY?!!?!?!?) Screw her.

Alternative “F”s: “I loved you so much I tried to understand you”. Screw her.

“It was just a kiss.” HOW was that my fault?

-

Now if I see/find out there, ANYTHING that’s similar (but NOT “BECAUSE” is), to anything that has ever been related to any of them, and if I like whatever it is, and even if I am not interacting with any of them either, am I obliged to also NOT INTERACT with anything that I like (far away from them), because, I am supposedly, still “stealing” something too?

-

I honestly truly barely remembered BOTH of them existed until my mom forced me to be on that school that I didn’t know nobody, and I was alone, my need for a fitting friend intensified (and so our differences).

So when I was finally incited by the same adult to stop trying to have any sort of interaction, I finally tried and mostly stopped.

I am not some mentally ill, frankestein-like ghoul, harrassing the vulnerable, yet somewhat popular chick.

I obviously got somewhat hurt and somewhat mildly (but also so far permanently) traumatized (to this day) from all the jokes related to all of it and astrological stuff, since my childhood. A bit more for having been young.

Being somewhat bullied, obviously hurts and marks someone a bit, regarding everyone that was involved.

-

Something I noticed after all this time, every time a Pisces of any gender, (or specific Pisces Placements, Mercury) incited anything on me, good or bad, I could never change it back.

The Abusive Earthy Fake Aries, hurt me permanently. YOU hurt me by putting him ON MY WAY.

Unecessarily.

“I” didn’t hurt him.

He is a Rapist Psychopath.

Neither am I him. Nor like him.

-

Anyway, NOTHING SPECIAL about THE PERSON that SHE IS SPECIFICALLY.

So much so, the only other person there long ago which I tended to occasionally approach by myself and talk with, had Sun in Scorpio.

Everybody mocked saying that “I loved the dude”.

Nope.

To this day I don’t know WHO was the person who actually started this LIE. Because it HAS to have been started by SOMEBODY.

I just mostly despised everything and everybody and wanted the Sweet Water juice from WHATEVER SOURCE that wouldn’t bully me.

-

Decades later, those TWO latter Aquarius ones? Yeah, those were on purpose. I was incited by y'all wasn’t it. “Duplicate” of whatever happened before.

“It wasn’t an accident, it was a crime.” No. It wasn’t an accident. From y’all.

“You need to know what you did to someone”. A whole decade/LIFE of this shit. I didn’t do ANYTHING. You are ALL psychopaths.

-

As far as I know, the ONLY TIME, I posted ANYTHING mildly provocative to one of them, next time she had evolved. Oh, how dangerous I am.

Through whatever means. By what me and everyone swore was her own exclusive merit? ... Or instead by someone else’s help which saw and wanted to provoke and destroy me? Woah!

The other one. A person is entitled of not wanting interaction with me and if I want, uselessly to me and anyone, I am entitled of being grumpy by myself.

[jumpingjaxx13]

@jay-tee-key Oh, if you are still in need of prompts, can I have kalluzeb with sick Zeb and Kallus as grumpy, but very caring nurse? ((Not sure if this is as much ‘grumpy’ as it is ‘tired with Zeb’s shit’, but I tried!))

“Lay back down. Now.”

Zeb sat on the edge of the bed, nausea making his head spin and vision blur. His hands braced the mattress to hold him up, feet brushing the ground as he swung them lazily. Muscles screamed for him to go that one step further- to stand and to move and to use them after having lain still for so long- but the snapping voice penetrated and obliterated any thought of escape.

Green eyes blinked into focus, making out the image of the intruder standing in the doorway. A frown tugged on the human’s lips, contorting his expression into one of immense displeasure, and his arms were crossed over his chest, fingers drumming in time with the tapping of his foot. Inwardly, Zeb groaned.

“Yes, Mum,” he muttered, loosening his grip enough on the bed to flop back, internally amused by the bounce of the mattress under his sudden weight; an error, it appeared, since the motion stirred up another bout of sickness in his gut. Damn Geonosis…

“Don’t sound so grateful,” Kallus retorted, finally stepping fully into the room and over to the bed. Save for Hera, he’d been the only one brave enough to breathe the same air as the ailing Lasat. He did, however, have enough sense to wear gloves. “Swamp flu is miserable, I know. It won’t kill you, but you won’t heal any faster if you keep disturbing yourself. Trust me.”

A gloved hand pressed against his forehead, the sensitive skin of his inner wrist feeling through latex to deduce temperature. Zeb closed his eyes, letting out a long sigh and relaxing faintly under the touch. One benefit of Lasan harboring a variety of terrains (from forests to mountains to plains) was a natural immunity to a large myriad of diseases which could easily incapacitate a weaker species. Humans, no matter how resilient, were subject to contracting diseases before building up defenses- a bit retroactive, if you asked him, but it worked for them. And allergies- oh, allergies bewildered him to no end. Whenever they landed on a planet in its blooming season, all of the Ghost’s resident humans spent the next handful of days sneezing and sniffling without real cause. On one occasion, Kallus himself had been the victim of a hornet’s wrath and had swollen up so awfully… He insisted that everything was fine, but Zeb hadn’t been too convinced. There were certain foods Ezra couldn’t eat, or his throat would close up, but he consumed them regardless. He swore that the reaction wasn’t too severe- that it was just a little dose of discomfort more than actual danger- but Zeb didn’t like it one bit. No, humans were fragile- much more so than Lasat- so, one could only imagine his surprise when he was the only one who contracted the Swamp Flu after their last rendezvous on Geonosis.

“Bah…” Zeb huffed in response, though he made no move to defy his self-proclaimed caretaker. Hells, he would glue himself to the bed if it meant that he wouldn’t retract his touch. If the sickness itself wasn’t enough, sleeping alone in cold sweats had emphasized the misery of his condition.“I suppose ya speak from experience?”

“Personal experience? No,” Kallus confessed, letting his hand trail from his sick lover’s forehead to the crook behind his ears and stroking comfortingly. The gentle purr was more tangible than audible, and, had he not been fussing so fervently over this fool Lasat, it would have made him smile. “But I do have experience in caring for people who did.”

Slowly, one green eye opened, brow arched curiously. “Ya don’t strike me as the nursing type.”

Kallus pursed his lips, retracting his hand just to see him pout. “Then what, exactly, do you think I’m doing here?”

The second eye joined the first, a teasing glint shining in otherwise sick-heavy orbs. “Caterin’ to me, of course,” he mused, groping bonelessly for Kallus’s hand. “‘Sides, this is what ya signed up for when you agreed to be my partner. You're obligated.”

“Obligated, hm?” Kallus mused, taking pity on Zeb and taking his hand, thumb tracing aimlessly over his knuckles. “Any way I could cut the contract?”

“Nope,” he replied easily, flashing a cheeky smile. “You're stuck with me.”

“Blast. You're lucky I love you, you big, purple oaf.” The words didn't hold a drop of animosity- if anything, they were coated with that strange kind of affection their banter always held. He caressed his hand, cradling it between his own as he sighed. Somehow, even though he'd come in fully intent on scolding his rebellious idiot of a boyfriend, he'd wound up beside him in the special, peaceful atmosphere only a statement of love could create.

“...It was a couple months before Onderon,” Kallus started, closing his own eyes to recount his history. While he didn't necessarily mind talking about his first battalion, there was always that melancholy trickle of sentiment that went along with it. So long as he didn't venture past that first blast- so long as he restricted himself to the quirky little anecdotes he'd maintained in their memory- he should be fine. Nevertheless, he appreciated the way Zeb’s grip on his hand tightened fractionally.

“We'd been scoping out Geonosis when the first wave hit. Baxter and Sting were the first ones to go down, and, since we hadn't been aware of the excessive transmissibility, it spread like wildfire. Somehow, I was the only one who didn't get sucker punched by this disease, so I was knee deep in my squad’s vomit and taking care of them until Commander Reste answered our beacon.” He opened his eyes when his tale was interrupted by a low, rumbling chuckle that quickly morphed into a rasping cough. Arching a brow, he soothed his lover’s hand through his coughing fit patiently. “Something...amusing?”

Coming down from the abuse of his throat, Zeb blinked back tears and shook his head. “Ah.. I’m just imagining you like that. You, the guy who can’t have a single kriffing hair out of line, playing healer droid to a bunch of sweaty, pukey, germy- hey!”

“Yes, yes, I get it!” Kallus snapped, fresh from having given Zeb a gentle blow to the arm. “And now I’m here, sitting beside a sweaty, pukey, germy, smelly Lasat! Of all the awful things!” he exclaimed, his pout vacillating between irritated and amused. “One that can’t even manage to stay in bed, to say the least.”

“It’s boring,” Zeb protested, crossing his arms over his chest. If he had anything to say about it, the entire bug would come out with one final, hearty heave, but his own voice was silenced in the matter. Yet, it was moments like these when Kallus’s face let his true frustrations shine through, he couldn’t help but feel guilty. “Doin’ nothin’ but lay here all day. Then at night, you’re not with me. It gets cold, and ah… And a little lonely, too. I don’t mean to get you upset, but I just can’t stay here…”

The frown on Kallus’s face deepened, though the light in his eyes appeared more pitifully pensive than irritated. The hand which had struck him moments earlier brushed over his cheek, prompting Zeb to nuzzle into it. A soft sigh broke the tentative silence between them.

“......Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt if I set up a cot down here,” Kallus suggested eventually, gesturing to the floor that, save for a couple trash baskets, was rather vacant. “I do seem to have some sort of immunity to it, after all. And I suppose I haven’t been as attentive as I could have been…”

“Karabast, Kal. Do you hear yourself?” Zeb interrupted. “You haven’t been leaving me alone! When you caught me earlier, it was the first time I’ve been able to get off my back. Not that I’m complaining, of course. I, ah…” He moistened his lips, a shy smile gracing them as he looked up at his lover. “I guess I kinda like this, you caring for me like this. Spending time with you and all. Just wish it wasn’t like this…”

At this, Kallus’s expression softened into one of affectionate understanding. “I understand. I would much prefer to be around you if you weren’t prime to vomit on me at any moment,” he confessed, resuming his gentle caress of Zeb’s cheek. “Once you’re feeling better, we can set up an excursion, if you like. I’m still the only crew member here who hasn’t visited Lira San..?”

Zeb snorted, dancing on the edge of a sneeze before regaining his grip. “And I think it’s gonna stay that way, too. No offense,” he tacked on, greeted by Kallus’s coy smile as a response. ���But, yeah. I’d like that. No missions, no danger-”

“-I wouldn’t go that far.”

“Alright, alright. No kids. No duties. Just us. And no flu.”

Kallus smirked. “And that, my dear Garazeb, is the most important part.” With that, the human rose from where he rested by the bed and stretched out his leg with a wince. That bum leg… They really needed to get that checked out, but they’ve yet to find the time…

“Where are you going?” Zeb asked, feeling the sudden loss of contact as a pull on his heartstrings, tempting him to trail after the other man.

“To get the preparations for the cot, of course. Unless you’ve changed your mind about sleeping alone?”

Slightly relieved by the reassurance, the Lasat allowed a spark of humor to slip back into his demeanor as he lay back once again. “Mm… I think I’d much rather have you up here with me…”

Kallus arched a brow, the smirk on his lips growing wider and the glimmer in his eyes growing fonder with every passing second. Crossing his arms, he spoke with a single shake of his head. “Well then. If you can somehow magically cure yourself by the time I get back with the cot, I’ll join you in your bunk. Until then, I’ll get what I need.”

This time, when he watched his lover leave, that phantom longing which was usually left in his wake was nowhere to be found. Having spent the last few days as the prisoner of this pesky pathogen, Zeb was more than ready to shed it, especially with the promise of Kallus as a reward.

Then again, he thought with a smile, skin prickling where Kallus had petted him so gently- treated him so lovingly and carefully, Maybe this isn’t all that bad.

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Ask meme for the Benny boy

Which parent do they look the most like?

Most of the Spiegelmanns look more like their mom, but Benny really takes after his mom with her hair, eyes, and nose. The only thing he inherited from his dad is his godawful eyesight.

Is there a name they were almost given (either by their parents or during character creation)?

Reuben was named after his grandma's youngest brother who was killed in the Holocaust when his family still lived in Poland. However, there were three other boys that his parents considered naming him after: Gavriel and David, his grandma's dad, son, and brother respectively. But eventually his parents decided Judith, Daniel, and Reuben sounded better together as siblings.

What were they like as a kid (if they’re currently a child, what would they be like as a teen)?

Benny just became a teen, thank you very much. But his childhood could really be split into before Judith died and after Judith died. While Judith was still with the family, he was usually an unwilling part of his siblings schemes since he was a baby and therefore had no autonomy, but he liked getting to run around with his brother and sister and play with them, especially when he got to throw things.

Once Judith died and Daniel was more or less his caretaker, Benny acted out a bit more to get attention from his very tired and busy brother, and also got really into basketball as that would become one of the only consistent things in his otherwise chaotic life. So he became a jock due to trauma.

What’s their drinking tolerance and what kind of drunk are they?

Like his siblings, he's kinda a lightweight, just a little bit more sturdy than his brother. About two and a half drinks in, he's very anxious and apologizing for everything he's ever done to annoy you and is just a touch weepy. When he's older, drinking night with the gang turns into making sure someone is always there to pat Benny's hand and tell him he's okay.

Where do they like to be touched?

Benny thinks he much too cool for touch and will shrug off anyone trying to give him a hug or anything 'goopy' as he says it, but if you catch him on a good day you can put your hand on his shoulder like a proud papa and he will soak it up.

What’s their favorite position (top/bottom/switch/pillow princess/etc.)

Reuben doesn't have any sort of relationship until he's well into his twenties, but by then he's a true switch who doesn't care what he's doing as long as both he and his partner are having a good time that both of them enjoy.

What are their kinks?

Because of spending his youth being a very unfortunate Straight Boy, as Reuben grows into his adolescence and young adulthood being a very repressed straight young man who doesn't want to think about any type of sexuality so he doesn't come across as pushy or annoying and again doesn't have a real relationship until his mid-twenties. Therefore he's more vanilla than his siblings, but by god he'd be turned on by confidence. He likes watching people do what they're good at with happiness and feeling comfortable and he would want to worship them.

How do they feel about adrenaline (roller coasters, extreme sports, etc.)?

He's a little idiot jock boy who loves to scream and feel like he's the king of the world. Let him go very fast on a roller coaster but make sure he has his glasses somewhere safe so they don't fly off.

What is their fight or flight response?

He usually argues first, apologizes later, and he gets very fiesty when he's upset. It's kinda a combo punch with fight and flight. He will stand up against whatever is making him mad and then immediately run away to avoid consequence.

What’s their pain tolerance?

It's not incredibly high, but since he's been doing sports for most of his childhood, he's at least learned how to take a couple bruises before showing pain. However, he is still a little shrimpy so it's not as much as it could be for a jock.

What character archetype are they the most like (the Innocent, the Hero, etc.)

Orphan. He's just got a big brother and big pseudo-sister to look out for him and he wants to be special so so bad.

What TV-Tropes trope would they be?

'Have I Mentioned I Am Heterosexual Today'? Even though he doesn't have to because as everyone will eventually find out, he's aggressively straight and likes to flirt with any girl he comes across even if they're always objectively out of his league. And he also wears basketball shorts 24/7.

But somehow we love him anyway.

What John Mulaney quote/bit do they most embody?

'No one cared about my opinion when I was a little kid. No one cared what I thought. Sometimes, people would say, “What do you think you’re doing?” But that just meant “Stop.”'

With the exception of love interests and immediate family, who are they closest to?

Currently Ashi’s the closest thing he has to a best friend, but she’s more like his big sister. Eventually he'll become best friends with the other Resident Straight with no Chi in the Library, Sarita. No one really knows how that friendship comes about, but between them bonding over being Chi-less, being jocks, and thinking that Ashi's super cool, they'll get along like wildfire.

What is their moral alignment? What would have to happen for it to shift?

Benny teeters between Neutral Good and True Neutral. He cares about people and doesn't want to see harm come to anyone, but also he's a thirteen year old boy with a tumultuous home life. He wants good things for himself and doesn't know why he just can't have them. However this puts him at the tipping point to go either into Chaotic Good or Chaotic Neutral depending on what morals this kid is taught.

Are they a morning person? What are they like before 8am?

Oh dear god, if you try to get him out of bed before 10 he will either not move, swat you, or give an incoherent mumbling of annoyed gibberish. He is the definition of "Liam: Grumpy teenager who just woke up."

What are they like when they’re tired?

Benny rarely has a filter to begin with, but when he's tired that filter is out the window. He will say whatever comes to mind regardless if its something that should be mentioned at the moment. He also will fall asleep anywhere, even under Ashi's sink on one occasion when they were playing hide and seek and he just... decided to take a nap.

What are they like in arguments?

Poor Reuben suffers from a condition called “Foot in Mouth Disease” where he says the very wrong thing at the wrong time in arguments, which causes the argument to escalate into places he absolutely did not mean to go.

What is their dominant hand?

Right

Out of 10, how happy are they? How happy do they think they are?

In a rare turn of events, Reuben is actually happier than he thinks he is. He thinks he has the worst lot in life because his brother's doing who knows what, his sister's dead, and his parents are imprisoned, but really when he thinks about it, his brother has sacrificed everything for him, Ashi and her mom have helped take care of him when they lived next door to each other, and all things considering, Benny's life could be a lot worse. So he thinks he's a 4/10, but is really a 7/10.

[incognitajones]

May the 4th Exchange Letter

Dear Yoda,

So sorry about the delay in finishing this letter! And a huge thank you for writing or creating art for me.

General Pointers

I would be thrilled to receive either fic or art for any of these requests! I’ve tried to leave prompts for both, though sometimes my imagination failed me where art was concerned.

For Fic, any rating from General to Explicit is fine, for either sexual or violent content.

For Art, I would prefer suggestive rather than explicit, i.e. some nudity without a focus on genitalia, blood without heavy gore/wounds.

I know very little of the extended canon, either the current Disney version or the old EU. If you’re inspired by something from it, feel free to use those characters and/or ideas; but you should also feel free to completely ignore all of it and work solely from what’s shown onscreen. I will be happy either way!

Please note that I’m desperately trying to remain unspoiled for Episode 8, so if you draw on any plot leaks, don’t mention them as such--just leave me in my happy bubble of ignorance.

I enjoy reading everything: gen adventure stories, sweet shippy fluff, and PWP as long as it doesn’t seem like any 2 or 3 generic characters having sex.

DNW: Heavy noncon/rape as a major plot point (backstory is fine) or a totally tragic ending (I'm perfectly happy with bittersweet). Even those can change depending on circumstances, though, so I didn’t mention them in my sign-up for a reason. If your story demands that you go in that direction, do it with my blessing.

A few random narrative & visual tropes I enjoy: snow/winter scenes; mutual pining; hugs (romantic or platonic); the Force made them do it

Did I leave anything out? Don't hesitate to ask me questions via the mods.

And again, THANK YOU!

Specific Requests

Cassian Andor & K-2SO

Fic prompts: The origin story of this partnership, i.e. how the heck Cassian encountered an Imperial security droid & reprogrammed it (I don’t know the canon backstory, so feel free to go AU); Kaytoo’s, er, unique personality as it impacts on caretaking for Cassian - does he monitor Cassian’s sleeping habits & caloric intake? maintain a running tally of his likely life expectancy?

Art prompts: Cassian teaching Kaytoo to play a game; an encounter with wildlife or domestic pets

Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso

Fic prompts: Something with a bit of an edge, please? Don’t get me wrong, I love the way that they seem to have found something beyond the cause in each other--but let’s not forget that a) the cause is still supremely important to at least one of them b) they both have deep trust issues and a lot of baggage. I enjoy canon-divergent AUs (such as partisan!Cassian or Imperial!Jyn) but am not particularly into modern ones. And I have to admit that hot, conflicted, I desperately want you even though I shouldn’t trust you sex would be extremely welcome.

Art prompts: Cassian using Jyn’s shoulder as support for his sniper rifle, à la Fury Road; both of them undercover in Imperial uniform again

Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso/Bodhi Rook

Fic prompts: Sorry, was I not supposed to ship these three incredibly attractive people? If that’s wrong, etc etc. I could see Bodhi softening Cassian & Jyn somewhat as he brings out their protective instincts… but note that although I do see Bodhi as a gentle soul, I don’t think he’s completely helpless either, so anything that gives him a chance to show off his vein of courage or competence would be appreciated. Again, if you want to write something explicit, this is a perfect opportunity.

Art prompts: Bodhi & Cassian co-piloting as Jyn watches; the three of them sharing a bed (or trying to)

Jyn Erso & K-2SO

Fic prompts: How do these two keep from killing each other? Do they eventually come to some kind of understanding, or is it always an antagonistic relationship?

Art prompts: Kaytoo rescuing Jyn, maybe carrying her off under protest; Jyn playing a practical joke on Kaytoo (sand in his joints or similar)

Jyn Erso & Lyra Erso

Fic prompts: Lyra’s religious beliefs and how they affected her relationship with her daughter - did she pass them on to Jyn?; was Lyra Force-sensitive in some way, or a Jedi initiate?

Art prompts: Lyra teaching Jyn a skill (bike-riding/cooking/etc); playing Jedi & Sith together - mock lightsaber battles!; all-out fluffy mother-daughter cuddling

Jyn Erso & None

Fic prompts: Jyn’s relationship with Saw Gerrera as a surrogate father; a heist during her lone wolf years; Jyn and Bodhi talking about Galen (there wasn’t a tag for Jyn & Bodhi, but I would love to see them as friends)

Art prompts: Jyn gazing into her kyber crystal; wearing Cassian’s clothes (and swimming in them); knocking out a Stormtrooper with her truncheons

Leia Organa & Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

Fic prompts: Whatever you see happening next! I’m fascinated by this relationship, and mourning the dynamic these two would/could have had in the movies before we lost Carrie Fisher. Here if anywhere I could see a tragic ending, so you don’t necessarily have to redeem Kylo, but please don’t depict him as a one-dimensional villain either. (Regardless of your take on Kylo Ren as a character, I think it’s clear that a large part of his issues seem to centre on restraining his emotions, as opposed to not having any.)

Art prompts: grumpy teen Ben forced to spend time with his mom at work; AU Queen Leia of Alderaan & her heir; Kylo Ren confronts his mother at last - is he threatening or begging?

Luke Skywalker & None

Fic prompts: So, what’s Luke been up to in the three decades since we last saw him onscreen? Share your wildest theories & speculation! Alternatively, a glimpse of his life on Ahch-to: what does he do there all day?

Art prompts: Luke making friends with island creatures; exploring an old Jedi temple; his reunion with R2

Rey & None

Fic prompts: All your pre-canon, lonely Rey surviving on Jakku moments. Break my heart! Or, go in the other direction--show me Rey meeting new people and making friends in the Resistance

Art prompts: Rey wading into a pool or lake for the first time; Rey gardening; young Rey practicing/defending herself with her staff