#im burying myself

[chiliger]

Commander Cody finds himself in a galaxy that is not his own.

(Okay I had to repost this because my dumb butt deleted the original 🥲. If people don’t mind reblogging this post again I would really appreciate it.)

Ficlet under the cut.

The moment he had realized this wasn’t his galaxy, his dimension, Cody knew this meeting was inevitable. He’d hoped to avoid it, but that feeling in his gut always loved to prove him otherwise.

Standing before him was his face. And no, not the face of a brother. This wasn’t just one of the millions he had grown up with.

This was him. He could feel it.

An alternate version of him, with colder eyes and harder expression. But still, he was Cody. Or rather, he was Kote.

Cody swallowed down a dry lump in his throat, not allowing his own gaze to falter under Kote’s scrutiny. “Please,” he started, hoping that his voice didn’t waver. “I’m not supposed to be here. The Jedi… Our brothers are in danger.”

“Your brothers,” Kote shot back, eyes narrowed. The way he spoke the words sent a chill down Cody’s spine, as though being a Vod was something beneath him. “Why should I care what happens to them?”

Cody’s thoughts froze for half a second, then he blinked hard and shook his head to push pass the shock. Never in a millions years would he dream of hearing a clone say anything along those words, much less from himself.

But this was a version of him. This was Kote Fett, and he was obviously raised under the guidance and views of the Prime. Cody briefly wondered if Boba existed in this dimension before forcing his thoughts back on track. He needed to convince Mand’alor Kote, somehow.

“Look,” he half whispered. “You don’t have to help me. I can find my own way back. You’ll never have to see me again.”

Kote slightly tilted his head, and with it, Cody felt a sharp spike of heat in his head. He gasped and dug his nails into his palms, strengthening his mental shields at the same time as throwing back a spike of his own, causing Kote to stagger one step back.

“Kote,” Prime chided from the side wall, unmoving. It was short and clipped, but his tone carried a low warning with it.

Cody bit back a groan, the sudden headache making him lose focus for a moment. He breathed roughly past the mental pain, instead concentrating on the feel of the cuffs holding his arms up, digging into the skin of his wrists. It was something physical. He could deal with physical.

Kote let out a grunt in acknowledgment, making a quick cut sign with his free hand, the other holding his helmet. He gazed back at Cody, a glint of intrigue now in his eyes. “Huh,” he breathed out.

Cody stared right back, blocking out whatever feelings were suddenly directed at him. “Just… just let me go.”

Kote’s brow furrowed, just enough for Cody to notice. He stepped closer, until they were less then an arm’s length away, face-to-face. His eyes rove over Cody’s face, and Cody could feel him prodding at his shields for a weak point. Cody built up another layer, shutting Kote out.

The Mand’alor blinked, a flash of surprise there and gone. His eyes suddenly grew cold. He spoke, and his voice was barely above a whisper. “Now why would I do that?”

[bad-science]

Everyone loves dark academia and cottagecore and themes of death and decay and being weird and mysterious until I have stray bones in my house and teeth on my shelf. Then I’m too weird for the weirdos. Too spooky for the so-called goths. You bitches can’t handle my bonus teeth

[shepscapades]

So erm... It hath been decided, by the terms of @saphushia proverbially beating me over the head with a golden shovel, that their short comic is canon.

To clarify how this is to be the case, I present to you with a comic that takes place between parts 3 and 4 of the initial "How Etho Deviates" comic! Bdubs, after returning with the stolen supplies from Xisuma’s android facility, decides it's too dangerous to try to have etho fix himself up where bdubs left him in the caves, so he carries etho back up to the surface, probably to wherever safe is closest (most likely to where he has Lulu hitched up).

However comma. This means it takes substantially longer before bdubs is able to give Etho the thirium, and… well, he was laying there for Quite A While. I can only imagine that the increased thirium loss would complicate things considerably.

Part 1 (You are Here!)

Part 2

[fortjester]

i think that tlt fic writers (myself included) are sleeping on matthias nonius. i think we should be making more use of him! walk w me for a second, okay? this bitch became a name that readers associated with groaning and complaining and "boring" verse - only for him to come out swinging when he actually hit the page, thereby rending us all asunder. he saved the fucking day, against all odds, and he did it while speaking in meter!!! is that not sick as hell? is that not actually fucking hilarious?? this man is so powerful, he's so cool, he's got immense swag, and i think that if you play it right, having nonius fix whatever plot drama you have going oddly makes sense (the way it did in htn). using deus ex nonius in your fics is an option, and i think we could all benefit from it

[magurosnacks]

@glass--beach your music has changed my life for the last 4 years thank u for putting on such an amazing show in denver tonight 💞🏳️‍⚧️

[jxsterr]

haha whaaat finish the fic youve been working on for like two months because you refuse to make an outline you say??! thats so funny anyway heres them kissing

[haedshct]

shoutout to a happy chaos rper on this panfandom rp giving my bedman an absolutely godawful time

[rudezebrra]

Started watching Dear Brother and man... rediscovering my love for shoujo. Thank you fucked up yuri shoujo

[garbage-floof]

just found out about this website where you make a tree, share the link to your tree so your friends can decorate it and leave messages!!

@mutuals we should make this a chain

here's the link to mine!

@femininefreyanyctophile @dinosaurguts @andiv3r @runway-houses-city-clouds @toulouseradiosilence @notbrucewayne48 @cannibalise-the-citrus-fruits @irish-journal (and others i might've forgotten)

[qlsvn]

warm naruto take i feel like shikanaruhina is underrated as a trio. i feel like they’re like all the perfect balance and perfect material for character development and dynamics n maybe some shenanigans w the inclusion of Kakashi.

They all have the potential to bring out specific traits in each other their personalities cancel each other out too and they all immediately have something to contribute too and i feel like it’d be so healthy with healthy development instead of turbulent then peaceful ykwim ??

what each brings to the table

Shikamaru — clear thought, common sense, rationale, calm attitude

Hinata — patience, encouragement, thoughtfulness

Naruto — outgoing, encouragement, plenty of energy to share w his quieter/lazier counterparts, always pushing to improve

think about it. THINK ABOUT IT. (i need fics w these 3 btw if anyone cares to lend a hand.)

this also doesn’t even have 2 be teams btw just these 3 tgth in ANY setting.. underrated.

[locallygrowndaikon]

i just lost so much aura in sky that i almost retired from the game

[asterdeer]

me: im going to go mask off and disgust my therapist with my grossest wish fulfillment fantasy about how i wish i was treated in moments when i’m having a shitty hard day

therapist, after i describe it: interesting. we call that having extremely reasonable desires for care around here

[allastoredeer]

I don't think I've seen a fanfic yet about Alastor being a pervert to its reader, like, what would he be like? Would he make the reader sit on his lap while he feeds him? Would he make the reader dress up front or would he dress them up? Maybe he wore cute clothes in private just for him to see, even taking a photo with a poraloid to put in his albums? The question would be what would he be like? ((Now that I stop to think, maybe he's a yandere alastor, to reach this level of being a pervert with a reader))

I, uh, I think you may be on the wrong blog, Anon. I haven't posted any Alastor x Reader. I don't even venture into character x reader stuff cuz it just ain't my thang, but I am sure there are other x reader blogs that would love to go into this with you.

[beelzeballing]

decided to finally listen to the season 4 teaser today to commemorate my cousin finally finishing season 3. hearing martin plead for jon to wake up was already painful enough when i noticed. that he says this.

and at first i was like "OH OW! OUCHIE!" and thought no more of it.

until 10 minutes later whereupon my fucking jaw dropped when i remembered jon saying THIS in the season 4 finale

im gonna be FUCKING SICK. IVE HAD ENOUGH OF THESE GAY ASS FUCKING BITCHES.

[eyndr-stories]

Totally swamped from school & moving nonsense but rest assured, these silly robots still consume my every spare thought <3

[lo-fi-charming]

like... daisy ending up in the coffin is significant. it's not just to be ironic. it being her "first encounter" with the entities after becoming an officer is significant. the fact her former partner - someone whose apathy and brutality as an officer she understood and sympathized with - is taken into the coffin isn't just scary because it could have been her, but because they end up in there for the same reasons. it's about the crushing, inescapable weight of what she's done, knows is unfair and awful, but does anyway.

daisy doesn't realize what she's been doing for most of her life is wrong just because she gets trapped in the buried; it isn't, like, detoxed out of her, affording her Sudden Clarity. and it isn't that she's forced to change, either. that she's made to suffer long enough that ~moral goodness~ manifests, as if that's how you become a better person, you just have to get what you deserve enough... the buried didn't MAKE daisy "good" or "regret" what she'd done - it's just that everything finally caught up to her. daisy was already afraid of herself and the things she'd done. she's been afraid at least since the first time she saw the coffin.

the buried is a fear that can represent the feeling of being trapped under so much Something that there is no way you can ever see yourself escaping it. the things daisy has done throughout her life are not done without consequence. in the past, she was always able to outrun it for this or that reason: luck, cleverness, a system that protected her, a partner that enabled her, etc. but it meant daisy had to keep running. keep feeding it and keep killing. keep digging the hole. nothing forced her to do it; you can argue quite a lot of things encouraged her behavior, but daisy admits it herself: she liked it. she was good at it. it's always been a part of her and that's what's scary.

and even when daisy gets rescued and is out of the coffin, is she? the weight is still there. she's still being crushed by it and there's still nothing she can do to escape it. the only difference between then and now is that daisy refuses to try running from it.