#lizard snippets

[lizard-official-blog]

i genuinely truly hope this can be me someday. i'm so hypersensitive to reading this kind of thing and to see improvement to that degree would genuinely be an absolutely insane QoL improvement for me <3

idk if its because im an adult or like on mood stabilizers but im getting to a point where i increasingly see discourse and its not that i have no opinion or am incapable of comprehending it or why people are upset but i still go "ok well thats fucking stupid" and then move on. like its a nothingburger

[lizard-official-blog]

body is achy

brain is squishy and tired

[lizardlicks]

a scene that presented itself to me with very little context:

Sokka is trying and failing to light a fire inside this chaos. At first it was a little funny, but the longer Sokka goes without successfully producing a spark with his stupid little rocks, the more frustrated Zuko becomes watching him. He could do this in his sleep. A baby could have sneezed and lit the fire by now.

Click

“Make the Avatar stop playing with his stupid monkey and light it.”

Click “First of all, Momo is a Lemur. Second: Aang can’t firebend, and third: fuck you.”

Click, click

“Oh for Agni’s sake, then untie me and I’ll do it!” “No. See again: fuck you.”

Click, click, click

Zuko has had enough. He scoots forward and leans over Sokka’s bundle of (he notes slightly damp-- no wonder the boy is struggling) kindling and fills his chest, forcing the air deep into his lungs. He’s only seen Uncle do this once, but Zuko had already learned the basics of the technique. Standard firebending involved stoking his inner fire with the correct breathing, then letting it flow with the movement of his limbs, down his chi paths, and out as visible bursts. Uncle had shown him how to hold that energy, feeding it through the pathways in a looping circuit that warmed him through. But where breath came in it also flowed out, and where chi could flow-- “What are you--” Sokka starts to ask, leaning back away from the prince crowding into his space. With no other warning, Zuko opens his mouth. And fire pours out. Sokka throws himself away from the flames with a yelp, but they don’t go any further than the sad pile of wood he had been failing to light. “Aaaah! How-- What-- You can breathe that!?”

Zuko sits back with a satisfied huff, tries unsuccessfully to shake off the sweat that’s beaded on his forehead. “Apparently.”

[sinlizards]

Welcome back!!! Have you seen that they're making another AITSF game??

I VERY MUCH HAVE... ITS CRAZY !! the announcement happened while i was at work so you can imagine how scared i was when i saw i had 10 diff dms/notifications as soon as i got home

i cant believe we are getting a new somnifiles so soon tho i was losing my mind..... i was a lil scared considering this one wasnt written by uchi but considering its a spinoff im open 2 anythang as long as its just as crazy as the other 2 hehe

[kvothes]

If the idea interests you, for the ask game, no.39 for spirk?

hell YEAH i love this prompt: BECAUSE TIME HAS RUN OUT

“One hour you have,” the Shi’ni’rian says, in cut-up standard. “Contact deities. Beg them relief.” Then he slams the door, leaving the landing party once again in darkness. 

Yeoman Lawton is crying, though she is trying to keep it quiet. This cannot be helped, Kirk thinks: she is only seventeen. She has been very brave. They all have.

“Report,” he says. “One by one. Anything you noticed. Any ideas you have.”

Spock presents himself first. He is somewhere to Kirk’s left. The darkness is disorienting and terrible, but the Vulcan’s voice is familiar. “We are approximately one hundred meters underground,” he says. “There is one passage to and from this cell, presumably heavily guarded. The Shi’ni’rians avoid direct skin-to-scale contact with us.”

“Telepathic?”

“Or extremely sensitive.”

“We could work with that.” Kirk rubs his mouth. “Lieutenant Uhura?”

She gives her report: the language is not one with which she is familiar, though it has glottal stops that hint at some similarity with Klingon. Ensign Gordon is almost certainly suffering a concussion, but he managed to retain his communicator in the confusion. They’re too far below ground for a signal, but Kirk is happy they have it. Yeoman Lawton, through her tears, tells Kirk in a wobbly voice that she’s frightened and trying very hard not to be and she’s sorry she can’t be more help. He hears Uhura move closer to the young ensign to comfort her, and he’s grateful. He tells her that this is far beyond what she should be expected to handle and she is performing admirably. Dry your tears. We’ll manage just fine.

Inwardly, he is not sure. He wishes he could see Spock’s face. He reaches out and finds the Vulcan’s arm, pulls him closer so they can confer. Spock isn’t one for false hope. He does not see how they can fight their way through one corridor full of Shi’ni’rians, with Gordon concussed and young Tina Lawton not yet trained in combat. Privately, Kirk agrees. But he cannot—will not—say so. They speak in low voices. They have very few choices.

As their hour draws to a close, according to Spock’s impeccable internal chronometer, the landing party takes up positions on either side of the door, feeling their way in the dark. They will attack the first guard to enter the cell and go from there. Kirk is hopeful that their reluctance to touch the prisoners betrays some weakness. “Give it your all,” he tells his party. “Ensign, that communicator is yours. Bring up the rear and keep trying to hail the ship as we go.”

“Yes, sir,” Lawton says, and though her voice still wobbles she sounds determined.

There are footsteps thumping down the steps to their dark cell. Kirk draws in breath and holds it. At his shoulder, he can feel the heat of Spock’s body, drawing close. Just as the keys scrape in the door of the cell, Kirk feels a touch to his hand. Two of Spock’s fingers, tapping against the two first fingers of Jim’s hand. His skin is warm. Kirk hooks their fingers together for the briefest instant, drawing strength from the touch, offering his strength in return. Against his shoulder, Spock breathes. Kirk feels it against the side of his neck.

The door opens.

[geddyqueer]

@beanarie tagged me in a meme where i post a sentence or line beginning with each letter of a word from my WIP, and i saw the word and did a little ctrl f-ing and realized i needed to write some more, so. i did. good riddance, my word was MONDAY. all of these are from tunnel fic, which i have been cranking away on:

m: "My money's on the Thunder anyway. One of my brothers is running a pool. Didn't you have tickets recently?"

o: Opening his mouth feels like a step too far right now. He holds up his hands in surrender, gives Evan a single short nod, and closes his eyes.

n: Not yet, not here, not now, not after walking out of Evan's apartment after that shattering series of revelations and pictures on his phone and feeling the looming specter hanging over him of Evan someday holding Tommy's heart in his hands and squeezing until it feebly stops pumping and realizing that he had to pull the ripcord now before it became too late.

d: "Damn," she says with a whistle. "Sounds nice. Not too lonely?"

a: And he’s not going to be the reason that the guy comes back to work before his leave is up.

y: "You don't even look first, which is crazy to me. I'm too afraid to open the door and here you are taking a leap of faith out the damn window. So. That's another thing."

who likes doing these? sometimes i feel like i'm just spinning around with my eyes closed and my finger pointed. @screamlet @chamacafeahorrible (stop playing games and get back in your doc) @postmodernau @stevehairingtit @setmeatopthepyre how about "GATOR"

[charlottedabookworm]

#12 - Quarry

feat Nadir

i started writing like three different fills for this one before this finally stuck

poor nadir, prettyboi auri, meets ishgardians

which yeahhhhhh

Nadir has never been so cold.

Coerthas is beautiful, he can admit to that, and the seas of endless white and green had fascinated in the beginning, before the snow had began to melt into his robes. Even wearing more layers than he’d known he owned, he is shivering. His scales ache.

And the Ishgardians…

“Mayhap t’would aid our cause if I remain beyond the limits of the settlement,” he offers through chattering teeth, resisting the urge to summon flames to his palms to warm himself.

Something tells him that the Ishgardians who watch him like a beast would not be understanding.

“Why would you do that, Nadir?” The child at his side says, utterly oblivious. “We need all three of us asking questions if we hope to find the Enterprise in good time.” Or perhaps he is just overly determined to find their quarry to the exclusion of all else.

He glances over to the Ishgardians.

The Ishgardians glare back, unashamed.

“I will not be of much help.”

“Of course, you will! You-”

“Alphinaud,” Cid says quietly. He is also looking at the Ishgardians, at their focus on his scales and horns, barely visible beneath the layers of his robes.

He shivers again. This time, it has very little to do with the chill against his bones.

The child- Alphinaud - falls silent. “I- Perhaps you are right, Nadir. It may be best if I go and make inquiries and you stay here, with Cid.”

Nadir would protest, except he does not doubt that if he is alone the Ishgardians will do something. He can defeat them, of that he has no doubt, but it would be a political nightmare and would only complicate their hunt.

Instead he sighs, his teeth chattering. “I mislike it here,” he murmurs below his breath.

Gods above, he misses his home.

[lizard-official-blog]

today i baked the chocolate sponges :)))

[flusteredfools]

Golden naga (future) husband #2!

Snippets & extra info under the cut <3

[Harpy/n Ref] [Naga Moon Ref] [Naga'na Let You Go Fic]

As always with my Fics; you're more than welcome to imagine the main characters designs however you'd like while reading (it's the main reason I try not to overly describe details!) but if you dislike making up your own then here's what I imagine Sun to look like.

A very golden boy who's too sweet, gentle giant with a heart of gold to match his scales. He has some Frilled Lizard dna mixed in, hence the frills, but you're welcome to remove that or shape them however you'd like; I tried to stick to traditional shape/behavior for him.

Creature artists are amazing and talented and if you know one I hope you let them know that. (though I suppose I would say that about any artist and especially any artist that can draw more than one species, the amount of work and time that must have went in to learn...)

Some Sunny facts for the funsies!

Is a test tube baby - was created by splicing together various DNA (this is true of every Naga in my fic)

Has always been treated well and with kindness by Helen since the very first days of his sentience

Has an insatiable curiosity

Is very social

Will mimic words and behaviors - even if he doesn't understand them

Fell in love with Moon after Moon saved him from the rockslide - though he didn't realize what the feeling was yet

Refused to let Moon be alone after meeting him - he had a strong desire to always be around him

Cried a lot the first few times he had to hunt his own fish - Moon and Helen helped him get more used to accepting it

Is actually a big romantic - dreams often of a domestic life spent with his loves

Has no venom but has extremely strong grip strength - has accidently killed things because of it - is now extremely anxious of his control

Has lingering damage in the end of his tail from getting crushed - the end of his tail feels more numb compared to the rest (leads to him not realizing where it is or getting pinched in places)

Pinching pressure/pain does additional mental damage

Was close friends with Dusty before he meet Moon - the earthen naga was always a bit mean but Sun was happy to have a friend - Dusty became more aggressive after meeting Moon and the friendship waned

Get excited easily and has a ton of energy to burn

Likes to mimic human activities/games

Loves swimming, second is sunbathing near or on the water

His neck under his frills is extremely sensitive, the frills themselves are a bit less so

Moon helped him decide his uniform - went off of colors that could match Sun's scales

Has a heart shaped spot on his chest to represent his kind heart <3

[waterlilyspad]

AMBESSA CAUGHT HIS ASS ‼️‼️‼️😭😭🙏🙏

FREE HIM!!!

-Fantasy Au I couldn't stop thinking about this the other night.-

Context: One day Viktor was kidnapped by one of Ambessa's spies, he had otherwise gone un-noticed by the greater public of the Piltover and unlike Jayce wouldn't raise suspicion if he went missing. After capturing one of the greatest minds of Piltover, Amebssa expected him to be an elf, or some kind of mage only to be met with a disabled fairy twink and I think we all know where this story was headed next-.

short story snippet.

Ambessa took full advantage of her new prisoner. Forcing him to design weapons for her army, decipher other artifacts and weapons used by opposing sides of the war. But all the while keeping Viktor as a prize, his prison being a specialty cage hung in her quarters. Stealing one of Piltover's men of progress was one thing, but having him be so effortlessly pretty yet small, was absolutely everything. Oh how she remembered being presented with the otherwise insignificant fairy, laughing asking if this was a joke before her right hand man confirmed. This was going to be good.

Keeping him decent would-be sacrilege for such an elegantly ailed creature. She wasn't entirely cruel, allowing him to keep his braces was her way of being merciful. In her eyes he should be grateful to be treated in such darling regard. Other opposers to Noxus rotted in cells, or worse and yet she kept him clean and pretty. Shackled in gold and carefully handled anytime she needed his eye or intellect. She revelled in toying with his chain, and having that small frail body sit in the palms of her hand.

"My pretty little bird."

Was all she'd call him, the words of which made Viktor shudder every time they were spoken. In Viktor's mind Ambessa was a polar opposite to Jayce, she treated him like a pet, while jayce treated him like an equal. This time spent in the clutches of Ambessa really cemented in Viktor how much Jayce appreciated and honored him, Ambessa wouldn't even asked nor take the time to wait for Viktor to climb onto her hand, she would scoop him up like a pet lizard and get right to the point.

He'd never felt so exposed in his life, he usually resigned himself to clothing that would cover him entirely, never even entertaining the more traditional shorter wears of his people. Yet his refined clothes were taken from him on his first day, before being forced to dress like a salacious performer. That was all he was now and regardless of how much he disliked it, if he wanted to stay alive while in Ambessa's stay he was going to perform for her until help arrives. If help arrives, if Jayce ever comes, he has to right? The very question made him sick.

Lying in the plush satin bed, churning over and over again Viktor was restless, he gripped the pillow tightly and struggled to stay calm. Feeling the bars of the cage closing in around him, and that damn collar tightening around his throat. He lied on his side and buried his face into the pillow, tears began to soak the fabric as he shuddered a silent sob. But soon his arms wrapped around that slightly large pillow, he sniffed a few times before holding it over his chest horizontally. He lied there taking long deep breaths his hands holding the pillow to him as he calmed himself down.

He pressed his cheek to the pillow, there was a time where Jayce tripped and fell while holding Viktor, they both ended up on the floor, but Jayce held Viktor tight, he liked the feeling of his large thumb resting against his chest. It wasn't unpleasant to Viktor's shock, it felt so safe, Jayce made him feel safe. He opened his eyes his head tilted against the pillow as he held it closer.

"How was your day Vik?"

"Not very good, but I'm relieved you asked."

He whispered to himself before tilting his head over to see the draped curtains that separated his section of Ambessa's quarters to her side where she slept deeply. He then looked back up at the ceiling, a sky light adorned the roof, and he could just barely see the stars outside.

"I don't normally ask it, but I might need you to help me Jayce."

He whispered before his voice cracked as a lump caught in his throat.

"Of course Viktor, what do you need?"

He struggled to say in a tone reminiscent of Jayce's warmth. He smiled at how stupid he sounded, but how much it sounded like Jayce. That smile pinched into a painful frown as tears fell down his cheeks, and his throat tensed in agony.

"I think I need you to save me Jayce."

[noodlesoup1819]

give me one simple step to saving super villains :)

This one's full title is One simple step to saving supervillains (Give them a little sister!) and it's an mha fanfic.

I was feeling super disappointed with how mha's ending treated the lov and I wanted to give them a happy ending, so this concept was born.

During the overhaul arc, Toga and Twice find Eri and kidnap (read: adopt) her during the raid. She breaks down the walls around the hearts of the league and they slowly but surely end up doing less and less actual villainy and more "giving this abused child the happy childhood none of us got to have".

snippet:

“You two idiots did what?!” Sometimes (only sometimes) Shigaraki wonders if this is how Kurogiri felt at times during his upbringing. The man never emoted, but still, he wonders. “We stole a child!” came the simultaneous reply. That much was obvious. A little girl with white hair, dressed in a thin nightgown, and wrapped with bandages was clinging to Twice in the back of their stolen transport truck. “Why did you steal a child??” “She was sad!” “Hey uh-” Spinner started before the truck jerked to the side and the sirens behind them got louder. “We’ve got company! I don’t think now’s the time for this!” “Quit swerving lizard! I get car sick!” came Dabi’s harsh bark. “It’s Spinner! And you got a problem with my driving, huh?!” came the instant reply. “Quite fighting you idiots!” Shigaraki interrupted. “And you two! Why do you think we have heroes on our tail?! Do you think it could possibly be the fact that you’ve stolen a child?!” Those idiots! They weren’t heroes! They didn’t save people! And now they not only have the police van that they were expecting behind them, but they also had a team of heroes that weren’t hurt in the overhaul battle on their tails! Kurogiri was arrested! They didn’t have a way out! His fingernails dug into his neck. He needed to think! A small hand gripped his sleeve. “I’m sorry! … It- it’s okay…You can- you can give me back if you need to.” There was a big sniffle and the hand gripping him started shaking slightly. “I don’t wanna- I don’t wanna get anyone in tr-trouble… I’m sorry!” She glanced up at him with big wet eyes, looking totally prepared to go back to the hell she’d just been taken from. “I’m sorry papa! I won’t do it again! I’m sorry! Don’t put me back out there!” What a strange memory… Shigaraki could feel little cracks forming in the stone around his heart. Fuck. ------ A little hand brushing against the scars on his arms startled Dabi out of his half doze. It had taken a monumental effort to get Eri away from the heroes and police. Sue him for taking a little nap once they got back to their current base. “Whatcha doin’ kiddo?” Dabi asked, peaking an eye open. “Do yours hurt?” Eri didn’t seem keen on stopping. “What do ya mean kid?” “Your marks? Do they hurt like mine?” ‘Like mine’? Dabi sat up. “You have scars? And they hurt?” A little nod.

“Wanna show me?” Little arms covered in bandages were thrust in front of him. “Can I unwrap these? I won’t if you don’t want me to.” Another nod. Dabi gently grabbed her wrist, teeny in his palm, and began undoing the bandage on her right arm. Each turn made him wish they did worse than just decay the bastard’s arms off. Lines upon lines of precise incisions all the way from her wrist to her shoulder scared over. It made Dabi sick. “Do yours hurt” She asked again. “Sometimes. Not always. I’m pretty used to it by now. Yours hurt?” “Mhm. Not all the time, like yours, but still sometimes.” Dabi noticed Eri had begun shivering slightly and started rewrapping her arm. “You cold?” Even though it was late summer, it could get a little drafty in the concrete building the league had temporarily claimed as home. And Eri wasn’t wearing much more than a nightgown.

“A little.” “Come ’ere then.” Eri crawled into his open arms as he laid back and tucked his jacket around her. “Touya-nii-chan! I’m cold! Lemme in your futon!” Natsuo whined as he shook him awake. “Fineee! Come ‘ere then.” Natsuo crawled into his futon as Touya laid back and tucked the blankets around them. Dabi let Eri’s soft breathing and gentle weight lull him back into a doze.

I love how what I've written for this has turned out! Everything's flowed together really well, even with the alternating POVs. I've wanted to post what I've had written for a while now (that's why you get a sneak peak of two parts instead of one), but I think it will work better as a long one-shot. Hopefully I'll get the rest of it written one day, because I really do love it.

Thanks so much for the ask!! 💖

[luckyartdrawer]

(Warning: Body horror, Dead bugs, Blorbo in bad shape, Sap that looks like blood)

Putting the art below since I think a good chunk of people may not wanna see their blorbo be stuck in a tree covered in bugs. :)

(Apologies for the 10 seconds of dead air, Tumblr won't upload music without it!)

I am the honeybee

Drink the blood of the tree

I can't breathe, I can't see

Evil wind comforts me

Buried deep inside of me

Acarine

Buried deep inside of me

Acarine

vvv Alts and Yapping below! vvv

(Wish we could do more than one break rip)

No Bees, No Post Processing

Goofy ahh starting sketch

HEHEHE BE SUBJECTED TO THE MIND OF A CYCLE PATH

But actually you are being subjected to my music tastes, literally this whole idea comes from my interpretation of lyrics from the hit band King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard. ✨✨✨

Like imagine this: You wake up one day after years of being offline, only to find that you've been abandoned for so long that a full on tree grew through you. (Like how some do with stop signs or other posts.) The sap is all mucked up in your gears and all over your body, and then you notice all the little bees eating the sap. But oh- they aren't moving. With a quick scroll through the ceaseless database in your mind, the answer finds itself. You, the tree, and these bees are infested with Acarine.

Hope y'all enjoyed the art and the little snippet of the song I added in! :3

It just didn't feel right to not add the song I mean C'MON THE MOOD OF THIS MAN- THE SONG IS SO MOODY

AND ITS ONLY A TRANSITION SONG UAGHHH- I love this band <3

Anyways, combining both of my hyperfixations has proven to have done magic for me, so follow your heart lovelies. lololol

(Definitely not the last time Imma do that either oop-)

I have multiple art projects I already started but I cranked this one out in 5 hours because I needed it out of my head. I also thought it would be an amazing lighting practice and a good excuse to try new brushes and techniques. :333

It seems like with how busy I was in both October and November, I didn't get all the spookiness out of me yet. I've been thinking of horror stuff so much lately. o3o Hopefully this lets me embrace the holly jolly now lol

Man I'm so glad fall semester is over, I needed this-

I also need to go to bed 2:30 already uagh-

[birdiepfft]

FULL FIC HERE!!

my lizard pissed on my laptop so i can't supply with more art but here's a snippet from an SG AU fic i'm writing because i'm crazy and it's making me so mad like oh my god. JUST KISS!

[shih-coulda-had-it]

snippet from the starter pokemon ofa au, ft. duo holders & their dragon-turned-fat hedgehog mole thing (Cyndaquil!). wc: ~550

a/n: Cyndaquil Community Day 2024, I will never forget you being timed for a literal 108 F heat wave. THREE SHINY CYNDAQUIL, AND NOT A ONE OF THEM 3-STARRED.

//

The first thing Kudou realized was that Yoichi’s big fucking dragon was gone. The second thing Kudou realized was the tiny, stubby-limbed thing squirmed between him and Yoichi, whose snores were being unusually muffled. And the last thing Kudou realized before he would bolt upright was the spattering of open flames that flickered on and off in quick succession.

“Fuck--! Yoichi--!” he yelled, and instinctively shoved Yoichi away. His alarm woke up the creature, who let out a tiny screech and wobbled up on all fours, whose back ignited into a steady flame this time.

“Charizard!” Yoichi gasped, and then froze. One of his long-fingered hands clutched for his belly. Quick calculations went on behind those green eyes, and he nearly was too late to prevent Kudou from yanking his gauntlet on and training its sights onto the creature. “No, wait! Kudou, wait!”

They wrestled for the gauntlet’s straps.

“Get your meta ability to eat it!”

“That is my meta ability!” Yoichi exclaimed, and Kudou was so stunned, he accidentally let Yoichi clip his jaw with a pointy elbow. “Oh, no, I’m so sorry--”

“It changed forms again?”

“Well, I…” Yoichi hesitated. He was sprawled over Kudou, limbs comically attempting to wrap him up, and from this angle, Kudou could hardly read the man’s expression. They heaved for breath; Kudou thought his head was ringing, just a little. “Um… Leader… do you feel alright?”

“No?” Incredulity colored his response. “There’s some kind of rat in our bed, and it’s on fire, like your… meta ability…”

“My brother’s meta ability--”

“No. No. Don’t tell me.”

The creature stumbled in the sheets, attempting to approach. Its squat stature did not permit it to overcome one particular crease, and it tripped with a piteous little wail. Seeing it sprawled out on its belly, frustratedly squeaking, stirred some measure of sympathy in Kudou’s heart.

“It’s so cute,” Yoichi cooed, apparently enthralled.

“Why is your meta ability now mine, that’s the bigger issue!” Kudou cringed away from Yoichi as his now-lover scooped up the creature with zero fear, and plopped it on Kudou’s chest. It felt like a fuzzy hot water bottle. It squeaked again.

“What’s its name?”

“How’d you know Charizard’s? Bruce and I could guess how you got Charmeleon out of the lizard’s sounds, but Charizard’s were way more incoherent.”

“Mm,” Yoichi hummed, and carefully rubbed the creature’s fine-haired scalp with a finger. “I suppose it came from the bond. Do you feel it? Between you and… whatever One for All is now?”

Kudou frowned. He closed his eyes, and tried to isolate his immediate feelings of shock and worry from… aha. It had been so difficult to explain to Yoichi what meta abilities, naturally-appearing ones at least, felt like to their users’ innate senses. Gearshift was something like a gust of air, exhaled with deliberate attention, paired with a twinge in Kudou’s temple as he focused on a specific object.

One for All, apparently, felt like a crackling warmth in his core, and instantly, Kudou knew that he could replicate that otherworldly red bolt that Yoichi used to recall his meta ability to a different dimension. And then, he knew the creature’s name.

“Cyndaquil,” Kudou said aloud, and the fat little thing squeaked in acknowledgment. It nestled firmly by his collarbone. Never before had Kudou felt so gratified that Yoichi’s monster--Yoichi’s evidently transferable meta ability--wasn’t subject to mortal indignities.

“So cute,” Yoichi said again.

[faerieinthehumanworld]

My Thoughts on Revenge of the Sith

why did I think this was a good idea

But in all seriousness, I finished the movie, here are my thoughts:

If I had any editing capacity I would make a video titled "Elevator Wars" about Anakin and Obi Wan's trouble with elevators.

R2D2 does not get enough credit for anything ever.

I loved all their little quips and I wish they'd kept more of them in the movie.

Much like General Grevious, the duel with Count Dooku was shorter than I expected. I was a little disappointed by this.

Dooku deserved better.

The amount of times I told Palpatine to shut the fuck up is unreal.

Made it until Anakin and Padmé's reunion before I teared up.

Obi Wan is adorable no matter what he's doing.

The first third of this felt like an episode of the Clone Wars.

I really wish Ahsoka was in this.

Not saying I would murder children about it but if I was thrust into the middle of these spy-counterspy shenanigans I would also be on the news.

Anakin needs a slap upside the head, a hug, a nap and therapy. Dear god, please someone let this man sleep.

Padmé is slaying with her outfits, as usual.

Kashyyk (no idea if I spelled that right) is seriously the coolest planet we've seen yet. I really wish we got more time there to explore.

Luminara sighting!

The Wookies are awesome. I'd watch an entire three-season series about them.

Spent the entire middle third of the movie alternately going, "Anakin. Anakin, no. No, don't, no-- goddamitt" and "Throw him out the window. Just throw him out the window, it's right there. Stab him in the head." (about Palpatine)

Anakin was three inches from stabbing him and he just had to open his mouth.

The entire fight with General Grevious was wild. The only reason it took so long was because Grevious is a coward and can't use one lightsaber like a normal person.

Side note: Love Obi Wan's lizard friend.

I wish there was more about the clones in this movie, there's no explanation whatsoever. They deserved better.

I can't help but love the Jedi Temple March, even though it's the backing track for atrocities.

Was basically yelling at Mace and Kit to get out of there the entire time.

It was Master Plo's death that finally got me to cry. I was misting up before, but that triggered the tears.

Oh, seeing Aayla was harder than I thought it would be.

I didn't realize until I actually watched it that all the younglings ran to the Council chamber. They were looking for the council members to protect them. I'm going to start crying again just typing this.

One of the saddest things I've ever heard came up again while watching this. The reason that R2D2 never stays put when Luke tells him to in the OT is because on Mustafar, Anakin told him to stay with the ship. And Anakin never came back.

The one action of Darth Vader's I agree with is killing Nute Gunray. That man is infuriating.

I spent a surprising amount of this movie worried for Master Yoda. Like yes, I know he lives, but he's so small, and old, and I wish I could help.

The duel between him and Palpatine was actually wild.

The fact that Duel of the Fates was playing in the background the entire time was just... not okay.

The fight between Obi Wan and Anakin lived up to expectations. I appreciate that there weren't as many cuts as there could have been. On a technical level it's very impressive.

On an emotional level I think I just felt the death of my soul.

The last third or so is kind of a blur. I just remember emotional trauma and alternating between tears and a kind of aching numbness.

Why was it the japor snippet that killed me

I wish they'd gone with the idea that Padmé started the Rebellion. I am glad she got to name the twins before she died.

Didn't expect to care about Bail as much as I suddenly do.

The fact that they ended on that Tattooine sunset somehow hurt worse.

A random thought I had: The cinematography in this movie is absolutely insane. Pretty much every shot is beyond gorgeous.

Final verdict: It was about as bad as I thought it would be. That is, it was horrible, and I cried, but it wasn't too much worse than the other recountings of the story I've watched. Maybe it was because I watched it during the day, but I'll be fine, I think. If nothing else, it's given me far more motivation to finish my fix-it fic.

[cokoweee]

OH wow! Two updates in 24 hours! Okay I really wanted to dig into this, because there were so many things on just the writing and dialogue and I LOVE it!

These two panels were fun, because there is something soft in Kendra’s face. Nostalgia, affection…also the wet beads of water coming off her hair, since she climbed out of the bath….but I’ll continue this rant later…

This is interesting….We have seen Donnie borderline catatonic so this could be Draxum’s latent parental instincts not wanting to push Donnie just yet. (Or worried that Kendra might be a trigger?)

Though funny that this was what pushed Casey to reach out….I included a snippet from Replica…but…lol both you and Kat having Casey very particular about her male family members helping her out, is understandable

Heh…that’s rich, considering you are gonna have your own lizard children Kendra…not that you know that, I guess… Still this feels like a “tempting fate” line/foreshadowing. Mostly, because Casey insisted that the father is human. (I think?) But likely a jab at how Kendra calls her “Beast” all the time.

Ohhh…what is this trinket?! <_<

This is the face of someone who is either gonna pretend to be a toy or a child if Kendra gets pulled over XD

Okay this brings me back to my thoughts after the first image…Kendra likely had been thinking about stuff since her initial talk while fixing Yuichi’s arm the first time. However the “event” and Raph’s chat with her possibly had her start really mulling over it. We know Kendra has been struggling with her identity in the way of not belonging. She accepted she was an outcast…and possibly still considers herself an outcast. However with everything she has been doing: the training, modifying the jetpack, upgrading Yuichi’s arm…it certainly is setting this precedence. If Kendra doesn’t fit in this group’s mold by default, she is gonna make some changes so she does.

The past Kendra would never adjust to accommodate others. She is unapologetically herself. So why is she going through the trouble to make little changes…why does she want to properly ask Donnie if she can stay with him? Because when you love someone, you accommodate them. And not in the way, that you should change yourself for someone. However if there are traits that are holding you back, and it benefits you both in the long run, sometimes little changes are necessary. Kendra is changing, because she wants this. She may not know how her dynamic will change, but she wants it to get better.

And…I forget how I planned to wrap this up, but…. It is an organic way to bring happily ever after that much closer, and in a way that doesn’t compromise Kendra’s identity. Again, your writing and dialogue are amazing, and the way you pair it with your drawings makes some great storytelling.

Oof writing is such a struggle but considering I do hours of acting out dialogue both irl and in my head certainly do help. NOW TO ANSWER SOME OF THESE LIL SNIPPETS U SEPERATED but under a cut cause this is a bit long lol

Draxum is a weird dude to write for me but for me he’s another that lost almost his whole fam. He doesn’t wanna risk losing the last one that’s there even if they aren’t how they once were.

CASEY NOT WANTING DRAXUM ALL UP IN HER 🍰 IS A REAL! ITS LIKE UR GRANDPA/DAD/UNCLE SAYING THEYLL DO IT FOR YOU

That lil TrInkEt will be helpful later :D (I think. Please I haven’t fully thought this plan through)

You point out that she never would accommodate for someone else and yuh you’re right. Bitch would make others accommodate to her. This tho

“Because when you love someone, you accommodate them”

Idk how to word this, it’s pretty difficult to conjure up in my head words for this. For her it’s. She can’t see those feelings. Define them. It’s a case of extra caring without knowing why and it’s irritating. Like a fly u can’t kill. Or a butterfly. Pretty and you don’t want it to leave but also don’t want that big bitch flying all up in your face