#mnmovdoom

[musewrangler]

Everyone is firing this Calvin ball like we’re getting ready for the World Cup. @winterinhimring you’re making my arm tired! 😉

Here’s more from Whumptober prep—

But Zev was grinning like an idiot at the others.

He knew.

Dad was here.

He clutched the device he and Luke had cobbled together, hoping it was still working, and tapped the code again.

In remarkably short order, the unmistakable sound of a shuttle came overhead and Zev peered out.

There was no mistaking that form, running toward him. And behind him a little ways…

“Mom!” he cried and he was swept into her arms, Dad crushing them both.

He could have stayed there forever, but there were more urgent matters.

“Dad,” he said, secure in their embrace. “Dad. The Captain. He’s really hurt.”

Dad pulled back abruptly, face full of terrible hope.

“The Captain? Zev, do you—?”

“Your friend. Captain Piett. He helped us get away, Dad….”

But Dad was already running for the little cave Zev had exited. He and Mom followed in time to see Dad kneel in front of the other officer and take his face in both hands.

“Firmus.”

Winding up to throw at @hollers-and-holmes @called-kept @laughingphoenixleader @mathmusicninja @mnmovdoom @reformedfaerie

Go write!

[coffee-in-veins]

Get to know me!

I was tagged by the wonderful @engelsschwert

Last Song: Fall Out Boy - Twin Skeleton's for plot reasons

Favourite Colour: vivid violet, black, azure

Currently Watching: Can I Beat BG3 With A GUN? - Baldur's Gate 3 Is A Perfectly Balanced Game With No Exploits (because Brit found the poor, poor BG3 and is about to ruin it)

Last Movie: Lego Monkie Kid: The Emperor's Wrath

Currently Reading: tutorials on shading for multiple light sources

Sweet/Savoury/Spicy: Savoury mostly, can be sweet-savoury

Relationship Status: In a relationship for a while

Current Obsession: gods i wish i had energy to obsess again

Last Google: "electric indigo"

Currently Working On: trying (and failing) to escape my artblock; also on finishing my last zine picture and continuing RRR

Tagging: @alchemy-go-boom @hungryhannya @pupspuppet @mnmovdoom and anyone else who'd like to join

[acatalystrising]

Thank you @ceapa-mica for the tag, this was fun! (Starting my own thread because it was long lol)

Prompt: create yourself now with how you looked as a kid!

NPT: @daimyosprincess @mnmovdoom @deewithani @bobafetts-princess @rexxdjarin

[heartxfkyber]

Because I am EBIL, I ask not one, but *two* things of that touch ask game >:') 45. comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together for Jango and Zam, and 33. ‘picking them up’ hugs for Jaster and Jango ! *ebily cackling away*

Being ebil—I didn’t expect any less from you, my friend! 😆 Have some fluff:

Prompt: comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together

Rating: [none required]

Characters: Jango Fett & Zam Wesell

Warnings: pure fluff, idiots having feelings for each other and not admitting it

The job was supposed to be simple. Somehow, it hadn’t been.

Where they sat in the Slave I’s cargo hold, Zam and Jango were not in the best of moods. Jango was fuming. Zam could see it, ebbing and flowing in the mahogany of his irises like pulsing embers as he focused on polishing up his armour, which was blackened with the dust and rubble of the now-collapsed casino they’d left behind. And sure, maybe Zam shouldn’t have thrown those thermal detonators. Maybe she should have checked that Jango had given her the go-ahead first. But it was a spur-of-the-moment decision, and it saved both their backsides from being annihilated by the team of mercenaries already waiting for them! Zam really didn’t think the silent rage of her partner was quite justified, seeing as she just saved their lives.

But whatever.

There flew another few minutes of agonising quiet, the air around both of them supercharged with the force of Jango’s foul mood, and Zam finally rolled her eyes, sighed, and set down her blaster with a loud clang. Jango glanced up. She glared back. “What is it?” she demanded. “We just pulled off the job. We’re gonna get paid. Why are you so mad?”

Jango looked at her like she was particularly dense. “We could have been killed,” he finally said quietly, and his tone was dripping with venom like poison-laced honey. More than that…“You could have been killed.”

That made Zam pause, and she looked over to him, stormy eyes slightly wider than before. He…cared about whether she lived or died? Never before had Jango said or demonstrated anything like this. Never before had he explicitly stated that he worried about her.

It made something in Zam turn into a mess of butterflies and sparks and soft sighs of bliss.

“But we’re okay.” And now, her voice was quiet. A pregnant pause. “I’m okay, Jango.” He didn’t say a single word, and he was looking at his armour again…but he wasn’t polishing anymore. He wasn’t doing anything at all. Zam, in that moment, took a chance. She leaned forwards and gripped his hand in her own. “I’m okay,” she repeated.

And now he looked at her, dark eyes finding hers and holding, and Zam let herself get lost in that smoky gaze. He didn’t drop her hand, didn’t pull away. Instead, he raised their conjoined hands and splayed his palm wide, eyes tracking as Zam’s gloved hand, smaller and more lithe, mirrored his pose so that her palm was pressed against his, fingers stretched out against his own. There was silence, and then their eyes met once more in a moment of starlight and quiet.

Right now, with how gentle and grounding his touch was, it was hard to believe that the hand pressed to Zam’s was capable of all the bloodshed it had caused over the years. It was hard to believe it had been anything but soft. Large and warm and soft.

“Your hand’s big,” she found herself blurting, just needing to say something.

Jango didn’t let go. “Your hand’s small.”

“My hand is average, thanks very much.”

He almost smiled. Almost. His lips nearly pulled up a little at the corners, something in his dark eyes nearly setting them alight with sparks. “Small,” he repeated, and his gaze flickered again to their hands. Slowly, oh-so slowly, he curled his gloved fingers, entwining them with hers.

“Average,” Zam retorted, but her voice was a whisper of stunned quiet.

This time, when Zam’s own fingers gently locked themselves around his, Jango really did smile.

And now have some father and son cuddles 😭

Prompt: ‘picking them up’ hugs

Rating: [none required]

Characters: Jaster Mereel & Jango Fett

Warnings: more tooth-rotting fluff, Jaster being a proud dad, Jango being a cute son

The first time nine-year-old Jango Fett had managed to hit the target with his blaster, he’d gasped. The shot hadn’t been precise, hadn’t been too clean, hadn’t been particularly impressive, but the ruby bolt had seared straight into the cardinal ring of the target plastered to the roughened bough of the lumbering tree used often for training. Jango had stared at the smoking hole left at the edge of that target with huge dark eyes, feeling the most pride he’d ever felt. It bubbled in his chest like rising embers, the warm pulses of heat washing their way through his veins like a safe embrace, and he’d turned to where Jaster stood behind him—and he’d smiled.

Jango smiling had been a rare occurrence. Jango being this elated had been something as uncommon as a myth coming true; the boy had yet to fully let himself trust in the Mandalorians around him, but Jaster had known he was getting there. And so to see his son this joyous, this proud, wasn’t something Jaster Mereel had taken for granted. He’d beamed right back at the boy, whose eyes had been sparkling with a happiness so pure and illustrious that it seemed to light up the entire sky above both their heads. And so, when he had strode forwards to pluck the child off the ground and embrace him tightly, Jango had readily leaned into the touch, actually laughing in glee.

When Jango had passed the trials at age thirteen, he’d been just as elated as that day he’d first hit the target. When he’d turned again to Jaster, a dazzling smile on his dirt-streaked face, the Mand’alor had wrapped his arms around his son and spun him around in glee—and Jango had laughed all over again. That joyous, happy laugh that never failed to have Jaster laughing himself. It didn’t matter that in the eyes of Mandalorians, Jango had become an adult—to Jaster, Jango would always be his boy, and every time his father had picked him up and twirled him about, Jango had known as such.

When Jaster had returned from a solo scouting mission, he’d found his sixteen-year-old son waiting eagerly for him at the entrance to the camp. When Jango had run to his father, already a few inches taller than Jaster and a good deal more built, the Mand’alor had once again thrown his arms around his son and effortlessly lifted him into a warm embrace. It didn’t matter how old Jango got—Jaster would never stop hugging him like this, because Jaster Mereel loved his son, and his son loved him.

And now, at age thirty-four, when Jango sat on the cream couch in the apartment’s living room as he rocked his own son to sleep, he found himself thinking of those moments with Jaster. He looked down at the infant in his hold; if he imagined hard enough, he could hear that familiar deep chuckle, and for a moment, Jango thought could feel a strong pair of arms spinning him around in glee.

[marbleboa]

I think they'd go just fine with Incense and Iron from Powerwolf!

OOO v neat, def get very Damian vibes from this with what he intends to do by fighting in the Estate. Thanks for the ask dude! :D

[whumplovers-collaborate]

WLC 2023 Spring Fic Exchange Works

Hi! We in the Whumplovers Collaborate server have been having fun writing gifts for each other in this recent exchange

We present to you the Whumperful products of our hard work, with fics in fandoms across the board, and some OC works too (:

Careful What You Cast For by FoofsterRoonie @foofsterroonie

Fandom: Supernatural

Sam finds himself on the search for a cure after casting a spell with unintended side effects, Dean ends up taking care of his little brother.

Fate/Design, two faces of one coin by ProdBionic @prodbionic

Fandom: Supernatural

Dean had been acting off lately and Sam was out of tricks. The recent bout of nightmares that had overrun Dean's sleep –Sam's sleep as well because that was bound to happen when his brother would wake up shouting next to him– must've been triggered by the apocalypse creeping up on them and all it entailed. Memories of Hell, Sam presumed.

A regular hunt was Sam's fix to the situation. It was supposed to take Dean's mind off of it.

Of course, when had anything ever been that straightforward, or easy? In this case, nothing was what it looked like..

Baseline by shadowhuntingdauntlessdemigod

Fandom: Captain America, MCU

In which torture and a thirty-mile long trek back to the front lines landed Bucky in the field hospital. Lucky for him, Steve was the second-best mother hen out there, not that Bucky would tell him that, or admit to being one himself when the going got rough. He was a sergeant, after all. Looking after his men, which now included Steve, was part of the job description.

Fallout by contumeliouscorvid @contumeliouscorvid

Fandom: Daredevil

Lying had become something he was at ease with.

Tag to Rabbit in a Snowstorm.

Hollow by shadowhuntingdauntlessdemigod 

Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Soot-stained and debris-covered chunks of white and blue plastoid stick out from the rubble. The wreck of the Tribunal is a mangled mess of a graveyard and Rex's brothers will forever be its only occupants.

Eventually, he feels Ahsoka put a gentle hand on his uninjured shoulder. “I can’t leave them like this,” Rex says quietly. They have time now, he thinks, to do it right for both the first and last time. They’ll make the time, if they have to, on this unknown moon, to ensure that their men can rest as they deserve.

Soon by MnM_ov_doom @mnmovdoom

Fandom: Star Wars, The Bad Batch

Seeing Rex like this was disturbing. One moment he had been pacing around in the cockpit of the ship, looking exhausted and unwell, summarising the intel he had studied for the past couple of days and maybe this time he could find a way to hack into an Imperial database and look up Cody’s CC number and-

The next moment Rex had stopped, staggered, and collapsed.

For You by User_needs_a_Username

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist

Edward goes in to give his report while Alphonse goes to pick Winry up from the train station. But it turns out something is happening in the Colonel’s office, and it involves a stranger and a gun.

an unlikely savior by Rookblonkorules 

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist

When Roy is injured and bleeding out, the person he least expects is the one who comes to his aid.

one lone crow doesn’t make a murder by crowsinflight, crowsinflight (goldenzingy46) @goldenzingy46butwriteblr

Fandom: Six of Crows series

Kaz has been building up his persona as a monster, a demon, for a while. The past has a way of catching up.

Or: the fic where a religious zealot believes that Kaz is actually a demon and then tries to do something about that. Gratuitous whump.

If only by Kaufmann @kaufmann-6

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

"They're going to kill me, Ben" Klaus whispered, his voice full of fear, and Ben shook his head.

"It'll be okay, Klaus" Ben felt like he was lying to Klaus and himself, but the least he owed his brother were a few words of comfort.

An AU in which Patch didn't notice Five's van across the street and Cha-Cha got tired of waiting. Angst follows.

Finding Home by Siegrrun

Fandom: Stranger Things

Steve didn't know what to do. He didn't know where to go. He should've seen this coming, prepared for the possibility. But, really, how can you prepare for your parents kicking you out?

Or, Steve's parents kick him out. He finds a new home.

Don’t Worry, Little Wing by SuperSilverSpy

Fandom: Batman

Suiting up, he put his comm in and swung out the window. “Oracle? What happened to Robin?”

“He snuck out of the manor three hours ago. We can’t find him.”

OR Dick heads to Gotham to look for a missing Jason Featuring hurt!Jason

Lights will guide you home by vel (pineapple_vel) @thaliaisalesbian

Fandom: Percy Jackson

You know how sometimes you think a bad day can't get any worse, and then it somehow does? Percy and Annabeth were trying to make a bad day better, only for it all to go wrong.

malice by Corrosion

Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears Of The Kingdom  

Link may not have his memories from a hundred years ago, but he's certain that whatever caused his current predicament hadn't existed back then. He wouldn't have survived.

How Pretty He Screams by ProfessorWorm 

Fandom: Sherlock (TV)

Everyone thinks Sherlock is dead. Sherlock wishes he was. John decides to live out his fantasies on his former friend. Moriarty has a confusing time.

When the Shift Ends by 99percentsure

Fandom: Emergency! (TV 1972), Adam-12  

How was Roy DeSoto to know his heading for a day off was gonna take such a nasty turn The Poles of Persephone-11 by The_Walking_Pie @the-walking-pie

Fandom: Star Trek: TOS

Following a shuttle crash at the pole of an unknown planet, McCoy and Chekov are the only survivors. Together, they must survive an arctic wilderness in order to reunite with the Enterprise.

A Stitch in Time by The_Walking_Pie  @the-walking-pie

Fandom: American Assassin

Mitch takes a bullet for Hurley. The man has a few words to say about that.

For the True King by The_Walking_Pie @the-walking-pie

Fandom: Original Work

The duty of any prisoner is to escape. Unfortunately, Gideon just happens to get caught in the process.

Detangling by the_diving_fox

Fandom: Original Work

Spinner is a space explorer who's been held hostage and mind-controlled for six months. Now, aboard a different ship and with his best friend, he must begin to deal with what happened to him.

Whiplash by Biarritz

Fandom: Original Work

Even the best have to let their guard down sooner or later. Being a Courier is dangerous; shopping isn't supposed to be.

The Traitor of Murland by NicolePascaline

Fandom: Original Work

Florence thought that King Percy was dead, but he's here to take back the throne and make the traitor pay for his treachery

The Chosen Hero by KnightlyCross 

Fandom: Original Work

The church couldn't stop the scientist since they had no evidence of malign actions. But after a young girl came bearing a prophecy, a hero to take down this scientist was chosen. At least that��s what The Church says.

This Cage Built For Two by Anonymous 

Fandom: Original Work

Ren’s luck has never been that great to begin with, but transmigrating into an otome game where he unexpectedly keeps dying? That’s got to be a new low.

Stay tuned for the next exchange! (Signups will open soon)

Only server members can participate so now’s the time to join us (:

[musewrangler]

Yay another tag! Thank you @afaroffsong Happily I have several things in the writing hopper. Giving you more than one sentence for context from a yet unpublished fic.

“I’m thinking that this language is not adequate,” he replied, smiling into her eyes, “to tell you how I feel. So… you are my karilana, if I can use Axxilan.”

“Always,” she said. “What does it mean?”

He thought for a moment as they strolled.

“The closest I can get to is ah…beloved. Heart’s blood. A mix of that, but more profound.”

“Karilana,” Sola murmured as they set foot on the frosty path once again.

Tagging with no pressure @mnmovdoom @banachtarskiparadox @tolkienreader1996 @shannon-foraker

Last Sentence Tag War

Tagged by @brievel (sort of) and @lady-merian

The surrounding darkness and the sudden silence were shocking. 'What on earth,' said Smitty, trembling and breathless, 'is going on?'

Tagging @kraytwriter @informedimagining @muse-write @musewrangler @catkin-morgs if you guys want to join in (and anyone else I forgot).

[musewrangler]

Thank you for the tags @brievel and @kraytwriter

I like pondering books as it's been a while given my furious writing pace the last three years. I read avidly and therefore think the output is now writing avidly. Means I haven't been reading as much other than editing my own work. ;D

A book I want to reread: 

SO MANY. But I think it's time for That Hideous Strength again.

Any books you reread every two to five years: 

Too many to list. But here's some of the top ones: LOTR, Dorothy Sayers Lord Peter mysteries, Dick Francis mysteries, Band of Brothers, Horatio Hornblower series.

Any books you reread once a year: 

I confess it's been a few years since I've done this that often due to writing my fingers off. :D Before I was consumed by writing though, I tended to reread Sayers' Busman's Honeymoon and various PG Wodehouse books yearly.

The book you reread within the shortest turnaround time: 

The Bible

The book you've reread the most times: 

Again, there's likely some close competitors in this category, but most likely The Horse and His Boy since I was reading that from a young age.

Tagging with no pressure--- @hollers-and-holmes @winterinhimring @accidental-spice @kanerallels @oldshrewsburyian @oftincturedwords @oh-great-authoress @mnmovdoom @afaroffsong @banachtarskiparadox @klarionthewizard @mathmusic8

[coffee-in-veins]

WIP Train

Thanks to @bluraaven for tagging me on the WIP train!

from: Restructured, refractured, recalled, chapter 16, part2:

There were familiar sounds to his left – Reynauld coughed and wheezed right beside the highwayman, tugging at his helm’s straps, and that, finally, kicked Dis’ brains into working condition. Dubiously so, without a doubt, as he sat up, hurriedly scooting to the other man, twitching, hurting fingers helping with the stubborn buckle. The rogue helped with that one so many times, even his barely bending fingers couldn’t hinder him much. Together they managed to pull the iron bucket off Reynauld’s head, and Dismas hurried to grab his face, looking into wild blue eyes.

“Hey,” the highwayman wheezed, a maniac grin on his face. His burning throat wouldn’t allow him more than that wobbly rasp but who in the drowning fuck cared?

They made it out.

They were alive!

find the story here

No pressure tagging: @mnmovdoom @darkestprompts @hungryhannya

[acatalystrising]

WIP Tag Game

Rules: Write the latest line from your wip (or post where you last left off in your art) and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post, don’t reblog.

Thanks for the tag, @writingwintermoon ! Oh my GOODNESS I absolutely love your excerpt, so, so hot! 🥵🫠 I can’t wait to read the whole thing! Since you went with something deliciously spicy, I just had to respond in kind! Here’s an excerpt from the upcoming chapter four of Moth to a Flame!

The sound that emitted from deep in Boba Fett’s chest was the closest thing to a strained groan you’d heard him make. And gods, it sent you spiraling. You shifted closer to the edge of your seat, breath snagging in your throat when he scooted his chair back and regarded you, head tilted to the side, legs spread, fingers steadily tapping the armrest as if it was his throne. And damn it all, your face was assuredly as red as the suns when he shifted his hand and patted his muscled thigh, voice a beckoning purr.

“Come here, little one. Take a seat.”

This round I’ll tag @mnmovdoom ! Ahh, I’m loving all the Boba goodness! 🙌🏼💚🖤

[heartxfkyber]

For the extremely specific assumption I have about you based off of your fanfics: I just straight up assumed you like gems so much you squeeze them into your writing.

I LOVE THIS ASSUMPTION SO MUCH 🥳 You’re totally right: I adore gemstones and shiny jewellery; literally every earring I wear has some sort of shiny little gem in it , and I’m super into birthstones and the like 😆

[marbleboa]

I heard you are in distress and I'm here to Systema your bleh-ness away.

(also since I'm here... between Tardif and Damian, who's the one to crack the random, tasteless joke at the worst possible time?)

OUGH Doom to the rescue…. I appreciate it, you’re very sweet. ;-; And tysm for the ask, talking about these two always lifts my spirits.

In regards to that, I think it would be Tardif actually! The guy’s got a dark sense of humor and there’s rare occurrences where it slips out. Often it happens when he’s in Damian’s company—he enjoys getting a reaction out of the flagellant, especially when Damian just looks absolutely scandalized in response. It’s so unexpected and Tardif’s really deadpan about it, which fortunately gives him time to step out of arm punching/shin kicking range before it properly sinks in for the other x]

(Even more satisfying is when he catches a glimpse of Damian fighting back a smile or a laugh. Holy man’s not as above it all as he thinks he is!)

[heartxfkyber]

I am sobbing in a ball over here. You have no idea how long I’ve just been staring at this piece because IT’S AMAZING AND I CANNOT GET ENOUGH OF IT!! Thank you thank you THANK YOU—not only for the drawing but for your kind words too! I’m so happy you like the fic! <33

“ There was red creeping into the corners of his vision, and as he stared Zam down, he found himself raising an arm towards her. He felt her, then. He felt her presence, her soul, her. He felt her beating heart, her heaving lungs…and how easy it would be, to shut her damn mouth up for good. There was a little hiss of yes from the darkest caverns of what remained of Jango’s soul, and at that moment in time, he allowed himself to follow its beckoning call, his arm lifting higher as his hand curled in on itself.

Zam’s eyes took on a hue of fear then, and she made a choked sound, one of her own hands moving to her throat to feel at it, as if searching for something that wasn’t there.

Bang, bang, bang, went her beating heart.

Jango felt only silent power, locked away in his own ruby fury that battered at the cage of steely calm he’d constructed around himself like poison. Its tendrils snaked from his fingers, clawing into a hooked spectre as he allowed that cardinal prowess to stalk through every inch of him. And Zam, where she stood, now gasped, her other hand joining its sister in now scrabbling at her throat. “F-Fett!” she pleaded, as Jango snarled and her feet lifted from the floor of the cell. “Jango—!” “

FROM THE AMAZING FIC Ga’yusr: Ghost by @heartxfkyber and if you haven’t read it, you’re missing big time. HER WRITING IS AMAZING!!!

I can’t draw shit but this is one of my favourite scenes and I couldn’t resist to try and make something ;-; that entire fic deserves to be a graphic novel because IT IS SO BEAUTIFUL OMG.

[coffee-in-veins]

I am here to hc that you have like, 5 state of the art desktop screens all over your desk and they're all connect to a super desktop via tech-knows-how and in one screen you have work stuff and in the other 4 you have Discord and games. I also hc you have a coffee machine in your room.

awww, i wish i had 5! that would be neat. but unfortunately, i only have 3 on my desk, and only 1 is actually from my pc; 2nd is from my bf's pc, and 3rd is my work laptop; if it helps, tho, my main one is one of those curved ones, and i have a spare in the back in case my main one dies in the middle of workday (it happened before) x'D so, almost 5? just not on the desk simultaneously. but now that you're giving me ideas, i might want to increase that number and be the nuisance and the threat to society that i strive to be! >:}

i do have a coffee machine, actually! for at least five years now. unfortunately, the god isn't real, and time is a flat circle, so putting it in my room wasn't an option, and it has to stay in the restricting confines of kitchen (._.) woe is me, truly, for having to walk in the kitchen to have my caffeine fix! Sarmenti, play Despacito on the tiniest possessed lute you have

[acatalystrising]

Last sentence tag game

Rules: Write the latest line from your wip (or post where you last left off in your art) and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post, don’t reblog.

Thanks for the tag, @heartxfkyber ! Alright, without further ado:

Boba Fett was only a man - but he felt like something eternal.

No pressure tags: @ceapa-mica @rexxdjarin @rain-on-kamino @extrahotpixels @thefact0rygirl @mnmovdoom @love-like-poetry

[heartxfkyber]

Me, the bane of anon asks, because I never go anon, dropping by tell you that Deadpool would be your arch nemesis because he was scrolling down your tumblr before walking into a lamppost. Totally your fault.

Okay, this, I can get behind. *Raises fists* Come at me, Douchepool.

(But also, did he like my blog?? 😊)