#nalas nasty thoughts

[iellarenuodolorian]

The first of MANY Bad Batch S3 shitposts 🙃 I’m back on my bullshit….

Omega is the key to some cloning project. We know Palpatine wants a Force sensitive clone he can transfer himself to so he can be immortal forever and rule the Galaxy.

We know Rey’s dad is a standcast, and the only reason Rey is Force sensitive is because her dad somehow passed it on to her. So that explains that.

Know who else is a strand cast? SNOKE! Catch my train of thought yet?? Snoke is a result of Omega’s DNA (which is still Jango’s original genetic material) and Palpatine’s.

Nala Se “The Emperor should be pleased we accomplished a successful transfer.”

Dr Hemorrhoid “Not when the M-count was severely diminished in the process. If we do not match or exceed the specimens’ original count, it is a failure.”

I still don’t know why Omega is so special and why her DNA allows the Midichlorians to stay at the same count when her DNA is cloned with Palpatine’s….but that’s how we get the strand cast of Snoke.

[the-whispers-of-death]

Rescue Mission

CW: Canon-typical violence & death, PTSD (not entirely accurate, please tell me if it's offensive), mention of torture, and rather graphic description of scars/wounds.

"We have a new mission," Kali said as he entered The Lions' shared barracks, where the other three soldiers in his squad were. He walked to the dining table, unfurling a map and setting it down on the table.

Sarabi frowned, noticing how his captain didn't sound as upbeat as usual. "A new mission?" he asked, getting up from the armchair that he had claimed months ago and walking over to where Kali was.

"Uh, not to be a worry-wart, Cap," Nala started, also moving towards Kali along with Simba. "But you're usually more excited for a new mission than you are right now. Is everything alright?"

Kali fiddled with his hands, it being unusual since he had settled back into his usual projection of authority and strength ever since he and the other Lions were reunited.

"It's a rescue mission, Commander Graves is sending us to save a Fleet Marine Corpsman who was presumed to be dead six months ago but was actually captured," he explained, ignoring Nala's question. He cleared his throat as he continued. "The people who are holding him is the terror cell called Minerva."

The name of said terror cell caused Simba, Nala, and Sarabi to bristle at the mention, all of them having a bad experience with the terror cell. After all, a year ago, Minerva was the both the mission and the terror cell that injured all three of them and caused the Marine Corps to presume they were dead. It was a sore subject for all of them, even Kali.

Simba seemed especially bothered by this new information. "The Marine Corps still haven't taken them down after what happened to us?" he inquired, a sneer heard in his voice and no doubt was on his face that was covered by the black balaclava.

Kali shrugged, barely containing his own rage. "According to the file that Graves gave me, the Marine Corps tried to take down Minerva but the squad they sent after us to another warehouse of Minerva barely got out of there alive and their Fleet Marine Corpsman—the one we're rescuing—got captured in the mayhem," he said, his hands curling into fists at the thought. "Shadow Company scouts have caught a glimpse of this Corpsman, callsign "Cerberus", in a warehouse specifically meant for prisoners of Minerva but they're all going to be moving to somewhere else soon. The window to rescue him is closing."

He let this all sink in and he looked at his men.

Sarabi was stock still, but that was usual for the lieutenant. Simba seemed perturbed at the thought of encountering Minerva again and Nala was trying to hide his fear by fiddling with his leather gloves.

They were scared and Kali couldn't blame them. Kali was the only one who managed to not get an injury during the fateful "Minerva" mission The Lions were sent on, but it still scarred him emotionally. And it had scarred his men physically.

Sarabi had his entire right side of his body, face and all, burned from barely diving out of the way when a grenade was thrown. Nala had a nasty knife scar on his stomach which still throbbed and felt like it could open out at any time. Simba had a bullet scar on his back and his legs still felt shaky despite the numerous months of physical therapy he was going to.

"I can ask Graves to assign another squad to the mission," Kali suggested after a few beats of silence. His hand reached for the closest Lion, which was Simba, intertwining their fingers together in a comforting gesture. "We don't have to do this mission, I will back you all up if you don't want to do it."

Sarabi looked at his other squadmates, all of them communicating silently. "We want to do the mission, Mufasa," he replied after a few seconds of silent communication. "There's a Corpsman in need of rescuing, assigning another squad could take more time than he has. You said it yourself, there's a window of time to rescue him that's closing."

Simba nodded in agreement with his lieutenant, squeezing Kali's hand. "Yeah, besides, we're in dire need of a Corpsman, yeah?" His comment was light-hearted and it made Nala and Kali chuckled just a little bit.

"Alright, then let's go over the plan." Kali let go of Simba's hand and took a deep breath before launching into the details of the plan.

*************

A day later, The Lions were executing their plan, having a back-up Shadow Company squad waiting in case the plan went wrong. Again.

Their entry to the warehouse was smooth, Kali leading the front of the group and shooting down enemies. They moved through the warehouse as one, Kali in the front while Simba and Nala were in the middle with Sarabi flanking the rear. They shot down enemy after enemy, making quick work at getting to the large room where the prisoners were being held.

"Simba, you have the flash grenade ready?" Kali asked as they all pressed themselves against the wall near the door, Kali on the left side of the door while while Simba was right side.

Simba nodded, holding the flash grenade. "I'm ready, Mufasa."

"On three, Simba. One, two, three."

Simba opened the door and threw the denoted flash grenade into the room. It exploded and there were sounds of enemies shouting out in surprise as they got blinded.

The Lions used the temporary disadvantage and breached the room, taking down enemies. They didn't bother keeping any alive for interrogation, as their mission was solely a rescue mission. So all of their shooting were lethal, hitting their targets efficiently.

When all of the firing was dead twenty minutes later, Sarabi and Nala got to work on the freeing the prisoners while Kali and Simba moved to the other parts of the warehouse to take down the rest of the enemies.

"We're friendlies, from the private military company called Shadow Company," Nala said, his voice soft. He got to work getting the chains off of the prisoners. "We're going to get all of you out of here and to safety. But we're also here for a specific person, a Corpsman. Callsign "Cerberus". Any of you fit that description?"

"I didn't break," a weak masculine voice said, prompting Sarabi and Nala to turn their heads to look at the man.

His brown skin was pale, dirty, and scarred with knife and whip scars that covered almost everywhere on his body. There were scars spanning six months on his arms, legs, torso, back. One could barely see the tattoo of a swallow on his left shoulder and the tattoo of an eagle flying over a globe with the words "Semper Fi" underneath it that was on his right forearm because the swallow tattoo was marred by a whip scar and the Semper Fi tattoo was marred by a knife scar going up his right arm. His black hair was shoulder-length, evidence of his six-month captivity, and when he lifted his head up to look at both Sarabi and Nala, there was a huge knife scar that went from his right eyebrow down all the way to his cheek and seemed to blind the eye as it was white and cloudy.

"You didn't break?" Sarabi asked, slowly walking towards the Corpsman. He knelt down and gently unchained the man. "You stayed true to your country?"

The Corpsman, Cerberus, nodded. "They tried to get me to turn, I held my ground," he replied, his eyes drooping as he was so dehydrated and hungry.

Sarabi felt a pull towards the Corpsman and he very slowly and gently cupped Cerberus' right cheek, running his gloved thumb across the scar.

"You did great, soldier," he murmured, smiling softly beneath the hard-plated lioness mask and his black balaclava to which Cerberus could see his eyes crinkle as he smiled.

"We're getting you out of here, you survived. You survived and you're going home."

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[happy-beeeps]

Home Remedy

Pairing: wrecker x f!reader

WC: 1.3k

Warnings: mention of needles and illness. Sick fic fluff!!!

Summary: you’ve caught a nasty bug, the only cure of which is cuddles from your favorite Batcher

a/n: this is inspired by me having strep a week ago and literally self soothing with this

Bingo prompt: Wrecker!! This is part of the @clonexreaderbingo !!!

You’d felt pain before, there was no arguing that. You’d knocked your head on the underside of a speeder, marking you with a splitting concussion and weirdly, a metallic taste in your mouth you struggled to get out. You’d trained with Hunter, the two of you going round for round in hand to hand combat, the kind that had you convinced you could physically feel your muscles splitting. Still, neither of these things could prepare you for this, the raw feeling in the back of your throat, like dragging knives across a sunburn each time you dared to swallow. Not to mention your rapidly fluctuating body temperature, a cough that won’t quit, and a head that feels it’s been stuffed with cotton balls. You are definitively down bad.

You’re currently sitting half upright, half reclined in Wrecker’s bunk, Omega donating one of her extra blankets and Lula to your cause. Tech lowered the lighting in the room to keep your eyes focused, and you’ve been communicating with your datapad to save your voice from the aforementioned knife stabs. The door slides open before you can process it, and Omega walks in holding a small tray, Wrecker’s hand firmly on her shoulder.

“Go on, she’s gotta be hungry.” He urges, and Omega walks close to you, her lip quivering.

“Hi,” she begins, and you smile, tapping quickly on your datapad before flipping it over to her.

Hi sweetheart, did you bring me something?

“We thought you might want some soup, I used to watch Nala Se make it on Kamino.” She sets the tray down in front of you and your heart wants to just break at the sight. Oh, oh of course, this is why she had been so broken up about your bug. How many times had she had to watch her brothers go into the infirmary and never come out? The thought hurts more than any pain in your voice, and you struggle to respond, to put on a brave face.

“I’ll be ok,” you whisper to her, and the sound of your voice, cracked and all, is enough to elicit a smile from the young girl. She beams, nearly knocking Tech over as he comes to stand in the door frame next to his brother.

“You’re due for another vitals check,” Tech states, and you can’t help the small whimper that escapes your lips. Wrecker moves to sit next to you on the bunk, his tall, solid form offering some semblance of comfort as you type furiously on your datapad.

“She says ya’ can stop calling it a ‘vitals check’ and just say takin’ her temperature.” Wrecker huffs, reading off your screen while you look up at him with big, weepy eyes. “Stop pokin’ my girl, let her rest, would ya’?”

“Wrecker, if she is to get better, she needs to be consistently and accurately monitored.”

“I thought you said she’s just got a bug.” His eyes narrow at the tone, and Tech rolls his eyes.

“It is just a bug. Still, given the fact that her genes are not modified to resist illness like ourselves, and she is evidently not up to date on her vaccinations like Omega, it’s important we keep an eye on her.”

“She says it’s not so easy to find a med center on Jakku.” He says, before grabbing the temperature gauge from his brother's hand, shoo-ing him with the other. “I’ve seen ya’ do this twenty times now. Let me do it, she’s more relaxed with me anyway.” Tech makes a move to resist, you think, but thinks better of it at Wrecker’s insistent stare. He puts his hands up in surrender before leaving the room, tossing you a curt, “feel better” as he does.

You scooch closer to the wall to make room for him as best you can. It’s always a tight squeeze for the two of you in this bunk but now he’s treating you like you’re made of flimsiplast, settling gently next to you. His hand comes up to brush one of the (definitely damp) strands of hair off your forehead, noting the way his hand leaves a trail of chill bumps down your skin.

“You cold, cyar’ika?”

“Nah,” you whisper and lie, and you can’t tell which makes him frown more.

“Not s’posed to be using your voice right now,” he murmurs, but just leans in closer to you so your next words are quieter.

You hum in response, pressing your body closer to his in an attempt to leech some of his warmth. Wreck is always warm, hot even, a fact that normally has the two of you shedding layers and clothes often to avoid sweating to death. Now, trapped beneath layers of blankets and a fever that’s subsided into a bone chilling cold, you’re desperate for the warmth he provides. Wrecker’s no idiot, he can read you clearer than anyone you’ve ever met, and can interpret this need from you in a heartbeat.

“C’mere,” he sighs, opening his arms and allowing you to crawl nearly on top of him, lacing your legs around one of his massive thighs and resting your head on the solid, muscled pillow of his chest. His arms settle around you gently, as if he’s afraid to hurt you after all this time. The temperature gauge is pressed against your forehead, and you look up at him, all fever stricken and delirious and blissfully happy as he reads the numbers, clearly content with what the screen shows. “You’ve broken your fever!”

“Man, I feel better already!” you chide, and he sighs, pressing a kiss to your sweaty forehead, not shying away when things get gross.

“I just wish ya’ would take the bacta shot,”

“We only have a few of them, it’s just a bug, I’ll be better soon. ‘M not gonna take something that could save your life one day.”

“I know, I just hate knowing that you’re hurtin’, and there’s nothin’ I can do. S’not fair.”

“Wreck,” you pause as your frame is wracked by coughs, a chesty one that has him grimacing, “you being here is doing plenty. I promise.”

He smiles at the tone, and pulls you closer into his side. You relish at the warmth that radiates off of him in droves, and curl around him as best you can.

“This sucks,” you whimper, and he responds by running a hand gently across your hair and down your back.

“I know it does, but just try and rest now, ok?” he asks, and you can only whimper in response. He presses a kiss to your forehead that placates you, and wrapped in his arms and his warmth, you drift off into the best sleep you’ve had in days.

* * *

The morning rolls around and you crack open your eyes, delighted to find Wrecker still firmly against you in the bunk. It’s earlier than you’d like to be awake, but when you open your mouth to yawn, and brace yourself for the knives and pain, nothing comes. There’s a dull ache and a bit of a scratch in your throat, but nothing bad. The cotton balls have left your head, and when you clear your throat, no cough follows. Wrecker wakes up at the sound of your voice and beams down at you.

“Mornin’ sunshine,” he mumbles, kissing you softly on the cheek.

“Wreck, I think you’ve healed me,” you smirk, adjusting yourself and tossing your legs over his hips so you can recline fully on his chest, “Don’t feel so bad anymore.”

“‘Course I did,” he smiles, running his hands down your back, “I knew what you needed all along.”

You feel dopey with the amount of smiling you’re doing, and perhaps it's the after effects of the medication, but you’re grinning from ear to ear as he presses you back against his chest, where you relish in the sound of his heartbeat and the curing power of Wrecker’s attention.

[minniethemoocherda]

Sins of the Past: Crash

Summery: A collection of drabbles set in my modern au where the Bad Batch raise Omega after rescuing her from the abusive hands of their mother. In this chapter, Omega comforts Hera when her best friend gets unexpected news at school.

WARNINGS: Scroll if you do not want spoilers for this chapter. This chapter will contain mentions of death of a parent and sibling as well as car crashes.

Ao3

Omega glanced up at the knock on the classroom door. Along with the rest of the class, she not so subtly watched from where she was sat filling out her worksheet as Mrs Organa went to open it.

The kind face of Ms Chuchi appeared in the doorway.

"I'm sorry to disturb your lesson, but could Hera Syndulla come down to the office please?"

Omega thought she had gotten to know Ms Chuchi fairly well over her few months at Alliance Elementary. Many a time had she been pulled from her class in a similar manner for various counselling sessions and court dates. By now, she could easily recognise the types of news by the micro-expressions of Ms Chuchi's face. And behind the polite smile, Omega could tell that whatever Hera had been called for, it was something serious.

Hera gathered her things, ignoring the impending whispers of the other children. Omega watched her follow Ms Chuchi out the door, noting the confused expression on her best friend's face.

Whilst the rest of the class once again became engrossed in their worksheets, the words blurred on Omega's page, unable to think of anything else besides worrying about her friend.

"Omega?" Startled from her spiralling thoughts, Omega glanced towards Mrs Organa at the call of her name.

"Would you mind taking these down to reception for me?" Mrs Organa asked, motioning to the pile of trip reply forms.

Nodding eagerly, Omega abandoned her worksheet, scooping up the handful of letters and rushed as fast as she could without getting told off for running, towards the office.

Once there, it took her a moment to find Hera, who was huddled in the further corner of the waiting room.

Hera was one of the strongest people she knew. There was a reason she had been picked as the captain of their soccer team. When she sprained her ankle in a nasty tackle, she hadn't even cried.

But now, tears flowed freely down the young girl's face.

"Are you okay?" Omega asked, gingerly sitting on the chair besides her.

Unable to speak, Hera shook her head. Omega didn't hesitate to pull her into a hug, knowing Hera wasn't the type to ask for help. Her friend melted into her arms, curling up like Gonky sometimes did in her lap. Omega stroked the long twin braids of Hera's hair, calming her down until she could manage a few words.

"It-it's my m-mum!" Hera managed to hiccup between sobs. "She... my dad's in the hospital with her... Gobi's coming to pick me up. There was a car accident!"

Omega felt her heart clench. Although she had never met Fives, a part of her deep within her soul, knew exactly what Hera was going through.

She couldn't promise that everything would be alright. And she wasnt going to say sorry. She hated it when adults said that to her out of pity.

So instead, she held Hera even closer, continuing to stroke her hair. Until Hera's Uncle Gobi arrived in the office. A forlorn look on his face.

.....

It had been ten minutes since the school bell rang and there was still no sign of Omega. Hunter had been scanning the hordes of children rushing home but hadn't caught a glimpse of her blonde curls.

As those ten minutes became twenty turning into half an hour, Hunter could feel the last dregs of his patience flare out. He stormed across the now empty playground towards the reception, trhing to stamp out the spiral thoughts about Nala having kidnapped her.

"Where is Omega?" He demanded to the familiar face of Ms Chuchi.

Before she had the chance to answer, a barrel of blonde curls crashed into his side.

Hunter's anger evaporated into concern as he felt the shake of Omega's arms surrounding him.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

Having buried her face into his jumper, Omega pointed to the corner of the room.

There, Hunter was surprised to recognise Hera, carried in the arms of her Godfather Gobi, in a mess of tears.

Gobi barely managed a nod in Hunter's direction as he carried Hera out into the playground. Omega waved goodbye to her best friend but Hera didn't appear to see it through her tears.

"What happened?" Hunter asked, a cold grip having formed around his heart.

Omega lifted her face from his jumper, digging out the last of her strength to speak.

"Hera's mum died."

Then the flood gates that Omega must have been trying to hide from Hera burst open into broken sobs. Hunter held her close, his heart breaking for the love Omega had for her best friend.

[noa-nightingale]

Thirsty Baddie Ranks Top 5 Sexiest Disney Characters

I am having one of the worst weeks of my life right now and this whole post is me trying to distract myself by rewatching this glorious glorious episode of Top 5 Beatdown. It’s an absolute delight of an episode and it made me feel better for the time I rewatched it.

So, naturally, I want to write about it.

I like that the episode starts like this...

... because wasn’t he the one who suggested the topic?

Anyway, we are off to a fantastic start. And Joyce is back! Always love to see her, her energy, her sense of humor and her stunning outfit. Made me feel better immediately.

I still don’t know how I feel about Shane purring because it is equally cute, funny and disturbing - which probably means that he should do it more often. (Also because it is extremely entertaining to see Ryan’s reaction lol.)

“This is Top 5 Beatdown! I respect you when the cameras are off.” I love her.

It’s still hilarious that Ryan said he watched A Goofy Movie on “performance enhancers” (weed) and Shane’s first thought was cocaine while Joyce’s first thought was viagra lmao.

Ryan’s number 5 (Powerline) is extremely valid btw (even though I would not put him on my own list). When I first watched the episode, I listened to Eye to Eye on repeat for several days afterwards.

🎶 If we listen to each other’s hearts we’ll find we’re never to far apart And mayyybe love is the reason why for the first time ever we’re seeing it eye to eye 🎶

And Mouse Madej returns! I am just going to use this opportunity to share my Miss Bianca/Mouse Madej art here again. ^-^ (Steven banned fanart for this episode which naturally led to people drawing more fanart for this one than for any other T5B episode. I kept it wholesome though.)

The innuendos in this episode lol

Ryan: “And she (Nani) loves her sister’s little blue guy.”

Shane: “Oh, we had a blue guy. Had.”

*a transparent Professor undulates across the screen*

This made me realize once again how much they bring up the nasty little blue guy in shows that are not Puppet History. Months later and they are still rubbing it in. (R.I.P to a real one.)

BUT ALSO

RYAN

HOW can you mention Vixey but not Maid Marian! If we are talking about sexy vixens, she is CLEARLY superior!

And while I am calling out people here - I agree that Ursula should be at least on one list but no one mentioned that she is inspired by Divine who was a drag queen. I just think Ursula should have gotten bonus points for that (and maybe be moved a little higher on the list SHANE).

That being said, it’s one of the most valid picks in this entire episode. ^-^

I have never watched Big Hero 6 and had to look up what the aunt looks like, and I loved Ryan’s reaction. “Oh I see. ... Oh I see. 👀“

Aaand here we have Mr Bergara’s first mention of lovely green eyes. I agree that green eyes are lovely but personally, I think that dark brown is clearly the best eye color, not that I am biased. Also, I would not call Nala’s eyes green, they look more blue-ish to me. :p

Ryan: “(...) a littel topsy-turvy.”

Shane: “Or bottomsy-turvy.”

I wonder how many people thought this too and then rejoiced when he said it, because I certainly did. :D

The whole part with Queenie the Cow is a mess lmao. I sometimes wonder what went on in Shane’s brain when he added (oedipal). Like, what was the thought process here.

“I don’t have mommy issues. I love that she gives milk.”

This is such a golden quote. And I love that Ryan immediately calls him out for it.

Not gonna lie though, all the things Shane said about Queenie’s kindness and sweetness are very endearing, almost too endearing for a video like this. ^-^

And Mouse Madej strikes again. I know what Shane means with “aspirational hot” though (and a top hat and cape sounds dope) although for me it would be more in the realm of gender envy. (Btw I think that Shane’s list is very interesting in general.)

Mulan is a great choice too (although she is not on my list either). Joyce: “It’s a little bit androgynous.” I agree that it makes a character so much more appealing. ^-^ Like, things that play with gender like that? Hell yeah.

Never thought I would hear the words “post-nut clarity” while someone was talking about The Lion King. I will think about this on my deathbed, thank you Ryan.

Loved Joyce’s wholesome ending to a non-wholesome video.

“To be a ho, you gotta be wholesome.” Embroider that one on a pillow lmao.

And here is my list:

1) Long John Silver (Treasure Planet) 2) Merlin (The Sword in the Stone) 3) Ursula (The Little Mermaid) 4) Maid Marian (Robin Hood) 5) Nala/Sarabi (The Lion King)

I am appalled that nobody even considered this guy.

(And honestly, I both think he is sexy AND I get gender envy from him. Absolute dreamboat.)

Well, that’s it! I loved rewatching the episode, it made things a little better and I could forget the other stuff in my life for a while. Thanks, Watcher and Joyce! 💜

(I also feel the need to mention at this point that I am asexual as hell lol. Just as a way to finish this text. ^-^)

Thanks for reading!

[apieters]

So I decided to procrastinate on my studies write a short prequel story to Swashbucklers of the Magic Kingdom, featuring André Caron and a young-adult Nala. It’s Word of God that Nala is actually the Prideland’s best fighter and one of the better fencers in the Magic Kingdom, and that she learned to fight mostly from André during the era of Scar’s Regency. This story is a window into what that training was like…

The Right Choice

Years before the events of Swashbucklers of the Magic Kingdom, during the era of Scar’s Regency…

Nala studied the young man in black, who just paced, twirling his wooden bastard sword in a way that might have been taunting if it weren’t for his deadly serious face. The two stood in the rain in a clearing encircled by rocks, out of view of all but the most determined spies.

“Nrrrgh!” Nala growled, lunging at the young man and swiping at his head with her own wooden sword. The young man sidestepped and whacked Nala on the back, laying her out flat on the ground.

“You’re dead,” André Caron said. “I could have killed you just now if I’d aimed for your head.”

“Thanks,” Nala struggled to her feet. That was going to leave a nasty bruise in the morning, she thought to herself. But the young lioness wasn’t going to give up that easily.

“Again,” André commanded, and Nala swung again, redoubling her attack on the fencing master. André retreated from the barrage of cuts until he counter-cut and stamped on Napa’s sword, knocking it out of her paws. Nala immediately pounced, but André ducked low and drive his wooden sword into Nala’s gut. Nala cried out, the wind knocked out of her, coughing in the mud as André placed his sword on her throat.

“Dead.”

Once more Nala struggled to her feet, taking up her sword. These practices were grueling. Nala and André would practice for two or three hours at a time, practicing the three main areas of combat Nala needed to know as a lioness—wrestling, the use of claws and teeth, and the use of weapons, all of which André was expert in, except that in place of claws and teeth, André wielded a dagger or a knife. The dark young man with the shaggy brown hair held nothing back in their sparring sessions, using every technique and dirty trick in the book to win, and all with a cold-blooded efficiency and ruthlessness that would have been terrifying if Nala didn’t completely trust that he wasn’t going to kill her.

Nala couldn’t have asked for anything better.

Once again, the lioness roared and attacked André, this time feinting with a thrust before redoubling with a slash to the head. As André parried, Nala suddenly whipped her blade around and whacked André’s right hand.

“AAAAARGH!” André cried, but just as Nala swung at Andre’s ribs, she felt André’s sword knocking her’s aside and suddenly André‘s elbow smashed into her nose, and before she had hit the ground, André was on top of her, a knife to her throat.

“Dead.”

André got off Nala and sheathed his knife, then stumbled back, cradling his hand, sinking into the mud with his back to one of the tall stones.

“…how…?” Nala gasped.

“Old Spanish trick,” André said. “I’ll show you in a moment.”

He flexed his hand, wincing in obvious pain, his whole body shaking but not make a sound. Nala stared at him with incredulity and a certain amount of dread.

He reached under his cloak—by now soaked in mud and useless as a garment—and took out a first aid kit. He pulled out a large, flat packet labeled “Pixie Dust,” tore it open with his teeth, then walked over to Nala and sprinkled the entire contents of the packet on her. Immediately, Nala’s pain disappeared and she rolled up to her feet, her only source of discomfort being the sheer fatigue of constantly sparring with André for nearly half an hour. André had none leftover for himself, but didn’t look any more uncomfortable and dour than usual. He just grabbed his sword and stood ready. He held it in his right hand, and Nala could see raindrops shaking off of him as he tried to stand still.

“Slowly,” he commanded in a rasping voice, “attack me.”

Nala slowly thrust at André’s face, as before. She turned her blade to cut at his head and he raised his sword to block, then she turned the blade of her wooden sword again, stopping just short of André’s injured hand.

“Now,” André said, “after you hit my hand, what should you have done?”

Nala thought. “I should have rushed in and grappled while you were distracted.”

“Exactly,” André said. “In a fight, you have only a split second to judge the right course of action. A split second is all you need, and a split second is all the time the enemy will give you. What did you do with your split decision.”

“I cut at your ribs.”

“A cut to the body is rarely incapacitating, especially to the ribs. To the belly, perhaps, but the ribs are Nature’s breastplate. But cut at my ribs.”

Nala slowly cut at André’s ribs, then André, who had been holding his sword with both hands, leg go with his right hand and brought his sword down in the pathway of the cut. “A warrior always knows the capabilities of their weapon,” he explained. “I have a bastard sword. I can use it comfortably in one hand or two. I started off with a two-handed grip, for extra strength and leverage. But a single-handed grip is faster, and requires less movement of the body. So I only needed to let go with my right hand to make the parry.”

“It’s a weak parry,” Nala observed, pushing André’s blade quite easily with hers and tapping his ribs.

“But it was good enough,” André said. “It bought me an extra split second,” he said as he stepped forward and pointed his elbow right at Nala’s nose, “to make the correct choice.”

Nala nodded as André backed off.

“It’s time you got going,” André said. “Scar will get suspicious.”

They climbed through a cleft in the rocks back out to the Pridelands, which the rains had turned almost into a muddy swamp.

“The grass is dying,” André observed. “The herds won’t have enough to survive if things continue the way they are.”

“That’s why I have to train,” Nala said grimly.

“To hunt?” André asked.

“Yes…” Nala said, looking out in the distance toward Pride Rock.

André followed her gaze. “If you’re thinking of hunting more dangerous game…”

“It might be our only chance to survive.”

“I can’t let you do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because to get to him, you have to go through me,” André said darkly.

“Why are you defending him?” Nala asked angrily. “Why do you defend Scar?”

“You think I want to be in this position?” André asked angrily. “You think I want to be that tyrant’s bodyguard? I’m trapped in this, same as you.”

“You don’t have to be,” Nala said. “You could end him just like you ended Tristan L’Hermi—”

“You know nothing about that,” André growled, cutting Nala off. “Whatever you think you know, there are things that no one has told you and no one will ever tell you. What I did was not glorious, it was not heroic, and most importantly it is impossible to end Scar the same way.”

“Then how did you do it?”

André folded his arms. “There are only four people who can answer that question—God, the Devil, myself, and Sarabi. And not one of us will reveal our secret to you.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“It’s a refusal to answer,” André said coldly, “and that’s all the answer you’ll get.”

Nala glared at him. “You know what I think?” Nala said. “I think that you’re just a coward.”

“Your juvenile attempts to bait me won’t work,” André said with a mirthless smirk.

“Then why won’t you kill Scar?”

“Because I can’t kill him with a clean conscience.”

“But you could kill Tristan in a church?”

“That was different.”

“How?” Nala snapped. “How is killing one tyrant on holy ground not a crime, yet killing another is against your precious, precious conscience?”

“If you’d been there that night, you’d know,” André growled. “But you weren’t, so you don’t.”

“I would if you’d just tell me.”

“Forget it.”

Nala suddenly grew calm. “Fine,” she said. Suddenly she pounced on André, biting at his neck and clawing at his face. André barely defended himself, taking several vicious bites and lacerations to his arms that he’d put up to shield himself. As Nala bit down again, André shoved his arm into Nala’s mouth, choking her for a split second. André shoved his other hand into her throat, and Nala fell back, gasping for air. When she realized what was going on, André had his knife at her throat.

“I could kill you right now,” André said with a raspy hiss in his voice, “and after what you tried to do to me, anyone would say I had acted in self-defense.”

“Then do it,” Nala coughed.

André lifted his knife, a cold, dead, emotionless expression in his eyes. Nala suddenly realized what was about to happen, and she roared in terror as André’s knife hurled down—

Into the mud next to Nala’s neck.

It took Nala a moment to realize that she wasn’t dead. André left the knife in the mud and stood up, giving Nala a chance to collect herself.

“What does a split second give us in a fight?” André asked.

Nala didn’t speak. She stared wildly at the fencing master, who stood calmly and tiredly in the rain.

“Answer me, Nala,” he said. “What does a split second give you in a fight?”

Nala struggled. “An opening…a chance to attack—”

“Wrong,” André said. “Think. Remember…”

Nala thought, trying to remember what André had said. “A chance…to make the right choice.”

André nodded. “You may try to kill me again. But I know I made the right choice.”

He picked up his knife, sheathed it, and helped Nala to her feet. “I have to report in with Scar,” he said. “Don’t do anything stupid before our next training session.” And with that he staggered toward Pride Rock, tearing off strips of his cloak and bandaging them around his arms and hand as he faded out of Nala’s view into the rain.

[contrispos]

Episode 9 - Bounty Lost

[Star Wars: The Bad Batch]

Dave, I will murder you. But like not right now cause I can’t breathe after this episode.

—

DAMN TECH CAN FLY

Crosshair’s scars are gonna be really nasty, I kinda don’t even want to see them after they heal.

Hunter can you worry about your own life please? At least he got the goddamn blaster wound bandaged.

I never thought I would be this excited about Cad Bane yet here we are

Omega really is a little shit, but in a good way

CAD BANE’S MUSIC I CAN’T

STOP TELLING HER THEY ARE GONE, SHE IS A CHILD

But like Cad steps into the scene and just like that it’s a western and I love that he radiates such strong energy

I fucking love Todo

STOP CALLING HER CLONE

NALA SE IS THE ONLY RESPECTABLE GIRAFFE IN HERE RIGHT NOW

EXCUSE ME BITCH????? TERMINATE HER?????

Oh Omega, You sneaky little shit. I know what you’re gonna do

Hunter walks like a fucking gym dude, he has his shoulders all poofed up

Awswwwww RICKA

Omg

Wait

DO WE GET TO KNOW WHY SHE IS SO GODDAMN IMPORTANT

WHAT

SHE IS A FEMALE BOBA??????

HOLY FUCK

OMEGA I LOVE YOU

Todo and Omega are my new favourite duo send tweet

OMEGA YOU LITTLE SHIT I LOVE YOU

Did I mention I love Cad’s boots?

Okay maybe Todo and Cad get the best duo, I dunno

WRECKERS EXPRESSION WHEN HE HEARD OMEGAS VOICE

HUNTERS TOO

HUNTER SHE NEEDS YOU

Why do I love Cad Bane so much all of a sudden?

OKAY NEVERMIND HE THREW MY CHILD AT A WALL

but like,,,,,,,,I kinda like him??

he is mr. confident

also: FUCKING FENNEC??? SHE IS BACK

HOW DOES CAD BANE MAKE AN ABANDONED KAMINOAN FACILITY INTO A FUCKING WESTERN I DONT UNDERSTAND

oh no, cad’s beloved credits!!!

RUN OMEGA

okay I will shut up about Cad Bane but how do I fucking love him now when I absolutely could NOT stand him in TCW

is he ded

it must be hella hard to run with those handcuffs

is that some sort of distant cousin to snoke?

YES GO SAVE YOUR DAUGHTER

Bane’s hat looks really sad when it’s on the floor like that

OKAY THAT IS DEFINITELY SOME SISTANT COUSIN OF SNOKE

that shit fugly

EWEWEWEEEWWWW

THAT IS DISGUSTING

I LOVE WHEN HE SAYS LITTLE LADY

U A GENTLEMAN

hold up

cad bane without blasters? interesting

the lesbian goddess vs. the blue twink: who will win?

I swear Omega just gets cuter by the second

OH NO IS MY CHILD LIMPING?????

I love her

I am in love

HOLY SHIT IS HE GONNA DIE

no okay nevermind

I TOLD YOU HIS BOOTS ARE AMAZING

Cad Bane without a hat? Interesting

no the pod is failing

shit

stop

shit shit shit

THAT IS A SHIP IF I’VE EVER SEEN IT

BADBATCH BADBATCH BADBATCH BADBATCH

PLEASE BE THE BATCH I AM BEGGING YOU

YES

WRECKER

RICKA

YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSS

AAAAAAAHHHHH

I CANT

STOP BUT LIKE DONT

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

SHE GOT A HUG

THAT WAS A HUG

I WANT A HUG TOO

I want Tech to hug her

HUH

GASP

SHE IS CRYING

HUNTER FUCKING HUG HER GODDAMNIT

STOP CRYING

HUNTER BE A GOOD FUCKING DAD AND HUG HER

BE LIKE CUT

Yes mom that is true

Bane is coming

BANE IS COMING

MAKE THE JUMP TECH GODDAMNIT

Oh

What

how is the ship not working???

was is fennec?

IT WAS FENNEC

why tho?

okay THAT is Nala Se

OMG

YES NALA SE I KNEW I COULD TRUST YOU

KEEP HER AWAY FROM LAMA SU PLEASE AND THANK YOU

wait

is fennec’s job to not get Omega?

WRECKERS TIRED SOUND

AHHHH

WHO IS SNORING???

TECH????

I AM DEAD

TECH IS A SNORER

tech is a snorer…

TECH IS SO FUCKING CUTE WHEN HE IS SLEEPING I ACTUALLY CANT HANDLE IT

OMEGAS LITTLE SMILE AS SHE PASSES HIM

I COULD DIE RIGHT NOW AND I WOULD NOT BE MAD CAUSE I WAS BLESSED BY TECHS BEAUTY

i will shut up about tech now

im sorry

one question: where the hell is echo?

*CUE A SCREECH WHICH CANNOT POSSIBLY BE INTERPRETED INTO TEXT*

HUNTER YOUR DAD IS FULLY SHOWING RIGHT NOW

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

THE ONLY THING MISSING IS A FUCKING HUG

alright Dave I thank you for this slightly less angsty episode, see ya next week when I will probably have to sue you again

[yukipri]

Bad Batch end of season thoughts/ramble, bc it's been a week and I just wanna get it all off my chest...

(end of season spoilers and very disorganized rambling)

First off, I do want to say that I enjoyed watching the show. It fulfilled its primary purpose: entertainment. It was nice having something to look forward to every week, and even though it wasn't quite what I was expecting, it was fun. The animation was gorgeous, I liked all the references and tie ins. I will likely watch it again, and will watch season 2. This is by no means meant to be a hate post.

That being said, it is critical so please just skip if you're not into that!

The thing is...it takes very, Very little for me to love a clone. He doesn't need lines, or a face, or even a name, and the default is that I will love him. He can even be a little bastard, like Slick, and it's fine. I always want to know more about them, and wish they had more screen time and time in general to develop their characters. So given that we were getting 16 (20 eps total if we count TCW S7 pilot arc) centered around these guys, I was expecting to absolutely adore them by the end.

And I wanted to love the Bad Batch, I wanted to love them so damn much, and I tried. But I think one of the reasons why they never fully clicked for me was that their thing seems to be "we're unique, we never fit in, we're outsiders in our own home, among the people who are supposed to be our own family, and so we've found our home with each other."

Which! That's usually a wonderful message, and not a particularly rare or unique one either for stories! I usually dig these kinds of stories!

The problem here is the extremely unique situation of the clones. They are literally created to be identical, brain washed to be uniform. They must conform, or are killed off by their creators, and their conformity isn't a choice in the slightest, but one of fear and necessity.

Their uniformity is something that they are also entirely aware of--it's unavoidable, they're clones. Once out in the real galaxy, they all strive to find and establish unique identities for themselves, struggling against a galaxy that just wants them to be faceless products. It's a shared struggle, and all they have are each other, and their brotherhood is sacred as a result. Shunning unique identity is the opposite of who a clone is--it's what they all want.

So on one hand, it's understandable that the Batch stuck out (when all others who would have also stuck out were culled, when individuality isn't allowed). It's understandable that they would have yearned for the brotherhood shared by the other clones, and when they couldn't have it, they stuck closer to each other. It's even understandable that they would feel bitter, having experienced bullying at the hands of the other clones (but isn't it also understandable that the other clones would feel bitter that the Batch gets special treatment, when their own brothers with less-than-beneficial mutations were taken by the Kaminoans to never return?).

And so we have this batch of clones, who the Kaminoans call "mutated," but also specify that their mutations are "desirable" (implying what happens to mutations that are undesirable...). They have their own unique unit, in which they're able to improvise and act freely with seemingly little to no oversight, so long as they complete their mission. No Jedi to obey, no nat-born officers who look down on them. In fact, they look so different from standard clone troopers that most of the galaxy probably don't even know they are clones. They have their own ship (personalized), they have their own possessions (which we don't really see any other clones have), they have their own barracks (probably also very unique), and they even have access to superior weapons and armor (most of the Batch, minus Echo, seem to be wearing modified Katarn-class armor which is supposed to be for Commandos. we KNOW it holds up better than standard trooper armor).

So I'm sure they had some unpleasant experiences growing up, and I do get it. But at least at "present" end of clone wars, they honestly seem to be living infinitely better than all other clones? They still need to follow orders but they have more freedom, and perhaps most importantly, they have clear uniqueness that is denied almost all other clones. And yes, some of the clones on Kamino bully them, but we've seen NONE of the "regular" clones that we know to be particularly nasty to them, and in fact it's Crosshair who starts it by calling them "Regs."

And how does the Batch respond to this situation? By acting superior. It's Crosshair who says and it believes this firmly, and I do feel that the others are likely mostly influenced by this, but it's also true that Hunter, Wrecker, and Tech don't really deny this either. They don't like the "regs," they do act like they're "better." Poor Echo, who they repeatedly seem to forget is in the room, and who they call "machine" and such...yikes yo

So I guess the point is, I just really struggled to feel sympathetic towards them, and was already on a kinda eh about their premise. They're marketed as "the special clone squad"--and yet they're not nice to the clones I love. I thought that wasn't great, but also hoped that the series would work towards them understanding the other clones better, and I love character development so that woulda been fine--but, nothing. A glance from Hunter at Howzer. Extended camaraderie from Gregor, who I feel they mostly just tolerate for the mission, other than Echo who genuinely cares.

And on top of feeling not feeling particularly sympathetic towards what I saw as a pretty privileged group of clones, the Batch seems to place primary blame of their woes on the "regs" themselves, who again, honestly seem far worse off! There isn't blame directed at the people who demanded the conformity from the other clones in the first place, that made it so the Batch couldn't fit in. The Batch was modified due to the Kaminoans (and implied specifically Nala Se). She's the reason why they don't fit in. And the Kaminoans are also why the other clones have to be so uniform, why they must fight to be people and not products.

Bitterness and pettiness can be fine in characters. But it's frustrating to see in a group supposed to be competent and elite, especially when those feelings have consequences. Sure, it sucks when someone throws a food tray at you. You can throw food back. It's not an equal reaction to feel no remorse when you shoot that guy dead in a blaster fight, when for all other clones, having to kill another clone is one of the most horrible, tragic things that one can do (thanks, Umbara).

Fives was the only clone to actually point a blaster at Nala Se.

We know Omega has deeply personal history with Nala Se. She was Nala Se's personal medical assistant. We see her cry when she takes off her head ornament that matches Nala Se. We know that being back in the lab gives Omega complicated, and probably not entirely positive feelings. But we barely learn more about this relationship, other than these glimpses.

And I get the feeling that to Omega at least, Nala Se wasn't all terrible. If Omega grew up with mostly only Nala Se for company, she had to have gotten her sheltered outlook on life, and her willingness to help others from somewhere. Nala Se intentionally let Omega go, to be "safe."

I think Omega's adorable, and I do like her. But I wasn't able to fully love her to the extent I wanted to, because there was always the fear that she was involved in the creation and implantation of the chips. She knows about them, she would have been positioned to do so. I want to think she would never, and I was hoping the show would reassure us of that, but it never did. We don't actually know how Omega feels about Nala Se, or even the chips and their presence in other clones. Instead, all we know is that Omega doesn't like "regs."

And again, "they call me lab scrubber," and "I helped put (or am complicit in putting) mind control devices in their heads," are kinda, unequal. Again I hope it's not the case. But it definitely kept me feeling uneasy throughout the show.

It really boils down to I don't trust or forgive Nala Se, and the Batch's lack of stance against her and the other Kaminoans, and clear distaste for their other clone brothers, really puts them in a situation that makes it difficult for me to take their side entirely.

And then gosh, Hunter. During Crosshair's whole "you never came back for me," spiel, I couldn't help but think he's kinda right. He had 15 episodes. Sure, it's difficult to get Crosshair back. But they could have done something. They could have done research. We could have had scenes of them wondering where Crosshair is, discussions on how best to find him, even if that discussion ended in, "but we can't risk it right now." They could have grilled Omega for information on the chips, which they really shoulda done either way, but especially since that knowledge is important to understanding what (they thought had) happened to Crosshair. Instead, they just ran every time Crosshair showed up. The show could have done better to show that they cared, and were trying, instead of just, y'know, doing chores for Cid. One, "I kinda miss him," doesn't really count as working on getting him back, at least in my books.

The sole exception to all of this, of course, is Echo. Who really, he works with the Batch fine, he's a former ARC and can more than keep up. Skillset-wise, he fits in well enough. But this season really made me wonder why he's with them at all. Crosshair's revelation and true feelings at the end of the season were no surprise to me, as they're consistent with what we've seen of him from TCW S7. But for Echo, a former "reg" to have to work with someone like Crosshair...even if Crosshair thought Echo was "different" enough to accept him, those are his brothers that Crosshair thinks he's so superior to, and has no issue speaking disdainfully about.

The increasing tension between Echo and Hunter, Echo's interest in helping Rex, in helping other clones, in doing something...I do hope they reach a point where Echo demands they go help, or he's leaving.

They gave Crosshair a chance, despite the fact that his choices were willing. I really hope Echo can convince the Batch to help save the other clones who don't have a choice. Because even if the Batch doesn't consider them their brothers, they're certainly Echo's. They matter just as much as Crosshair, and I really hope season 2 shows it narratively.

To conclude, again I'm interested in seeing what happens next, and I want answers about Omega and Nala Se. I find it interesting that they tied the facility where they took Nala Se in with the scientist dude collecting data on Grogu in the Mandalorian and those cloning labs. All of this is interesting, but at the same time I feel like it's trying to build up to Snoke/Palpatine stuff in the sequels which...I don't care nearly as much about, but who knows, could be neat ^ ^;

I'm okay with, and have made peace with the fact that the Bad Batch probably isn't the "clones-centric" show I wanted, and that they'll continue their own story, and probably continue to not care much about other clones in upcoming seasons. That's unfortunate, but alright. I'm interested enough in their story too.

But at the same time...I can't help but think man, if they have the time and budget to do a season 2, after seeing what was (or wasn't) accomplished in season 1...I wish they'd also make a Rex/Cody/Wolffe/"regular clones" show, because in the end, if you're going to do a "clones show"....that's who I want to see most.

If you got to the end, thank you for reading, and being an ear to my ranting ^ ^; Again this is literally just getting this off my chest. If this take isn't one you agree with, please just ignore. For people who did fall in love with the Batch, I'm happy for you, and regret that it just couldn't happen for me. But, I'm hoping that S2 will change my mind, but we'll just have to see! ^ ^;

[moonmothmama]

so my mom took two at-home rapid covid tests, a day apart, on xmas eve and xmas day, and both were negative.

she was still sick with this nasty fucking old, so she couldn't come to my brother's place, but man. super cliche but you know how people say "it was like a weight had lifted"? literally felt like a giant ball of lead had been lifted out of my ribcage when i got that text.

we were on the way out to bklyn when i got it. so otw out to my brother's place, which is like 15 min away from my folks, we dropped off my mom and dad's gifts at the door. then we got to my brother's apt and he gave each of us a rapid test in the backyard (as a precaution, like with my sister in law's parents and sister). both negative.

so Brian put on his little beard ornaments (tiny xmas balls on wee butterfly clips that i put in his beard) and my brother gave him a santa hat and we hung out

my lil niece immediately tore into her xmas gift from us while me and Brian had our heads turned talking to my sister in law. she loved her gift. we got her a couple "paint your own squishy" sets and of course she wants to do it RIGHT THEN in her FANCY DRESS and she's TRYING TO OPEN THE PAINT POTS THAT SECOND while LEANING THEM AGAINST HER FANCY DRESS. you know.

but yeah her gift was a big hit and so were the gifts we got for my brother and sister in law who repeatedly apologized for not getting us something but like. they have a kid! and that's not even the point of gift giving anyway! it was just nice that they enjoyed what we got them. i was really happy about that.

we got my brother a star wars rebel insignia beanie in brown and orange, which i thought looked cool and matched his style, and i was right, and also apparently he needed a hat? so that's a win. but we "wrapped" it in a Chewbacca stocking which he repeatedly called "one of the best gifts i've ever gotten." also in the stocking was a Darth Vader "#1 Dad" shirt from my sister which got an "AAAHHHHH NICE"

for my sister in law, whose middle name is Raven (so cool right?), we got a handmade stoneware mug with a light blue glaze and a raven motif which she loved so much that she just stared at it for like fifteen solid minutes. i remembered her saying she likes a mug with a good weight in her hands, so that was part of my thinking on that, and she did appreciate it, also loved the color, and, you know, ravens, which is a Thing of hers

and it was just really good to hang out with them

so i stayed over that night while Brian went home, and spent xmas day with them. it was a sort of quiet tired xmas day bc my wee niece woke everyone up at the asscrack of dawn after we'd been up really late wrapping gifts and otherwise not sleeping well (i had only fallen asleep like 2 hrs before she woke us) so all three of us adults passed out at some point during the day. in my brother's case, at multiple points. which is fair bc there's no way in hell he has been getting enough sleep.

then around three, me and my brother (double masked) went to see my folks (also masked) to say merry xmas and drop off some food. mom already looked and sounded better than the day before, so we were both happy to see that.

then later we all (me, my brother, my sister in law, my niece, and their super cute and mild-mannered pitbull named Nala) went for a walk around the neighborhood for some fresh air (bc it was unseasonably warm. hmmmm) and look at the lights. which was really nice bc it was hotter than hell in my folks' apartment, and even though it was a lot warmer than it should've been in december in new york fucking city, it was good to get out into the cool air.

also predictably at some point my niece's paint-and-glitter-covered hands touched my cardigan so i've gotta wash that lol.

Brian and our niece showed up to take me home after my wee niece had gone to bed. the dog absolutely fucking loved her, which is pretty much expected at this point; she's got legitimate disney princess levels of animal charming. but it was really cute to see. and then we rode home singing muppet christmas songs

and when we got there, me and Brian gave our niece her gift, then opened a big box of stuff his friend in Hawaii sent. it was stuffed with candy, a box of mango black tea (hell yeah), some pancake and drink mixes, etc.

then i got to SLEEP! for a LONG TIME! in my OWN BED! so yeah. not a bad couple of days.

[katealpha]

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a crossover between Jurassic Park and The Lion King done before. At least not seriously (as seriously as you can make something like that I suppose). So this idea for a scene popped into my head a while ago and after developing it, I finally wrote it and had a commission made. The art here isn’t mine, but made by the outstandingly talented Genocide Knight, who’s link I’ll add here. A few ideas presented here I also got from the head canon of Kaze-Blue involving Kula and Malka.

Link to Genocide-Knight’s page

www.deviantart.com/genocide-kn…

He has my eternal thanks for making this beautiful cover, and I hope that it enhances the story you’re about to read.

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~IT IS TIME~

Nala stomped her way back across the log that just a few moments before, was where she and Simba were taking a walk through this beautiful oasis, only to argue about his return to the Pridelands. She needed time to herself to think on what to do next. This wasn’t the Simba she remembered years ago when she was a cub, the Simba who wouldn’t ever stop going on about how he was going to be king one day. All the things he’d do. Now he was a shell of that. But why?

She shook her head as she walked through the dense jungle, her stressed thoughts wandering through her head. Whatever was happening with Simba, she had to get him to confront Scar. Who else would? Malka was driven out, her closest friends like Kula and Tama were either extremely pregnant, starving, or had left to find help as well, and Sarabi was too accepting of Scar’s rule. The sand colored lioness felt ready to have another headache, and mostly because of her hunger. Maybe a drink would help cool her nerves, maybe help her to talk to Simba again later and get him out of this funk.

The crystalline water of the large pond she and Simba drank at earlier stood still as Nala walked out of the bushes towards the water’s edge. She breathed in a breath of humid air, enchanted by the amount of trees around her. Once there, the lioness peaked down at her reflection and pressed herself down on her belly, lapping up the cool waters. It brought an unfriendly reminder of her childhood. How happy she was to hang around water like this with Simba and Kula, the latter of whom had turned from their chubby, bubbly zebra eater, to being gaunt, pregnant with scar’s cubs, and depressed. Her eyes clamped shut as she lifted herself up and whispered.

“I hope I made the right choice leaving you all…”

Nala’s troubled thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of what she could describe as a loud hooting noise that a bird would make. She assumed it was such as she turned her head back. That’s when she saw the bushes where she was coming from just before move. There was something in the jungle with her. Something bigger than just some squirrel or hare. Nala adopted a perplexed look and stepped forward.

“Simba? Is that you?…”

There wasn’t an answer, but the hooting sound was heard again in front of her. This wasn’t from above like she had thought. The hooting sound was coming from directly in front of her. She furrowed her brow as her voiced called out again, trying to sound intimidating to mask her instinctive nervousness.

“Timon?? Pumbaa?? This had better not be a prank like last time with the spider. I’ll rethink not eating you, warthog.”

A moment passed without another word from the figure in the bushes. That was until Nala took another step forward. That finally roused a response from what was hiding. Something big rose up and stepped out of the bushes in front of Nala. Something she’d never seen before. It was covered in an intriguing pattern of green, bumpy scales like the tiny lizards she ate in the pridelands to keep herself and the others from starving. This lizard was not tiny however. It stood slightly taller than her and moved its long neck, head, and it’s legs like a bird would, bobbing its head and bending its neck like a crane. The head of the creature was adorned with a double pronged crest, almost resembling a crown that was reddish compared to the rest of its body. It looked at her with a pair of beady yellow eyes, which also resembled the eyes of a bird. A bird of prey to be exact.

The creature approached her slowly, walking on its two bipedal legs and letting out a soft hooting cry as it made its way around her. Nala could only watch it in awe as she backed up to the edge of the clearing. She witnessed the thing bend over and lower its crested head to the water she was drinking. When she felt it safe, Nala cleared her throat.

”H-hello? Who are you? What are you?”

Once again, the creature didn’t reply, only lifting its head and bending its neck back to stare at her with a blank expression. Nala sighed, figuring that this was either a mute, or something that just simply didn’t understand how to speak. Nala turned her back to the creature and called out with her voice once more.

“Simba?? Timon?? Pumbaa?? You’ve got to come see this! I’ve found something! Or rather something found me…”

As soon as she said this, she heard the hooting again. Right behind her. Nala’s ears raised before she looked back to see the scaly creature standing in front of her, it’s yellow eyes looking into her own teal ones. It blinked once and chirped. Nala didn’t say anything else, waiting for it to make a move, almost not hearing the soft rattling down coming from it. When she did hear the rattling noise, it was far too late. A wide, bright and colorful frill spread out from the creature’s neck, shaking around and catching her attention. Nala’s eyes widened and her mouth gaped at the display before this strange animal screamed a raspy hiss at her. She took a step back from the startling sound before after another scream, a black sludge shot out from its mouth. A glob of it hit her in the face, on her nose. It smelled nasty, making her gag and stagger back. She looked back up and it screamed again. Another glob of black goo was shot at her, but Nala saw it coming and moved her head, making it hit the trunk of a tree.

This creature was no friend, Nala now knew. It stepped towards her with its pronated arms now reaching with sharp claws like her own, it’s frill deflating into its neck. Nala snarled and bared her fangs, jumping at the creature and swiping with her claws. It used its powerful legs to jump over her before Nala lunged forward to tackle it, making her miss the mark. The spitting creature unleashed its frill and hissed as Nala turned on a dime and ran over to fight more. They were in a stand off. The creature used its frighteningly bright frill too threaten another spit attack and Nala stood her ground, not backing down from this fight. Her instincts were guiding her now.

The creature made the next move, spitting another glob that Nala was quick to sidestep and launch herself at the beast, pouncing on it and sinking her claws into it as both animals landed on a deep slope. Nala gasped as she and the Spitter rolled down together in much the same fashion she and Simba did an hour before. But now she was trading claw swipes with a scaly monster that wanted her dead. Nala landed atop the creature and roared down at it. It didn’t look intimidated as its neck twisted up and its jaws snapped at Nala with needle like teeth. She moved her head back, causing her weight to shift just enough for the beast below to rise up and throw her off.

The wind was knocked out of her as she landed on her back in a bad spot. Looking forward, she saw the spitter get up and look at her, it’s yellow eyes narrowing in malice before it roared at her, flashing its frill triumphantly, then running towards Nala with its claws out. Nala got her senses back at just the right moment. As the creature was about to land atop her with its disemboweling foot claws, she lifted her back paws and pushed up with all her might, lifting the beast over her and making it slam into the tree behind her. She rolled onto her paws as it fell in her spot, landing on its side.

Nala wasted no time as she pounced again as it tried to stagger to its feet. Remembering her hunting, she pinned it down and after moving her head to dodge a few snaps of its teeth, she exploited an opened and wrapped her jaws around the base of its head where the neck net. She bit down hard and while still holding her weight over the struggling animal, she forced its head down and didn’t let go. She breathed deeply and her muscles ached fiercely as holding it down was no easy feat. However, after what felt like hours, the beast she had fought tooth and claw to survive against succumbed to her experience as a hunter, and her sharper teeth.

Once she was sure it stopped moving, Nala sat up and let out a huge few breaths as the limp animal laid motionless before her, mouth gaping and eyes wide. Nala moved her paw over and closed its eyelid, not wanting to see it staring at her again. The lioness took a moment to examine her bounty. This beast was truly like nothing she’d seen before. A perfect blend of bird and reptile, almost like they were one in the same. Her fascination ended when a deep gurgle roared from her belly. She glanced down to it and made a puzzled sound. She looked back at the dead spitter and remembered. She hasn’t eaten anything substantial in weeks, and Pumbaa was off the menu. Nala licked her lips and smiled. Maybe something nice did come from this encounter…

[frankics]

hello  all  you  lovely  lovely  people  !  thanks  again  for  applying  to  this  rp,  you  have  NO  idea  how  excited  i  am  to  get  this  going.  i’m  lily,  i’m  newly  20,  in  the  est  timezone  and  my  pronouns  are  she/her.  i  love  trash  tv,  my  puppies,  and  the  collected  works  of  the  greatest  band  in  history  (one  direction).  this  is  my  trash  daughter  frankie,  she  truly  belongs  in  the  garbage  but  i  love  her  so  much.  below  the  cut  is  my  long  ass  intro  for  her,  i  forgive  you  if  you  don’t  read  it  all  because  looking  at  it  now  i  wouldn’t  want  to  either  !  anyway,  if  you’re  interested  in  plotting  with  me  and  frankie,  hmu  on  discord  and  you  can  check  this  blog  for  some connections  i  would  love  to  see  !

( alisha boe, cisfemale, she/her, MUSE E ) — oh my god, i totally just saw FRANCESCA ARCHER walking through greenwich village! you know, she plays SKYLAR ELLIS on that new netflix show, the village? i can’t believe they’re already famous at TWENTY-ONE. i’ve watched all of their interviews, and they totally come off as IMPERTINENT and RECKLESS, but they can also be ROMANTIC and WITTY. based on their social media, i’d describe FRANKIE like ( worn out black high-tops, mischievous smiles, nails painted different colors, peach vodka, swimming in an ocean during a storm ) — totally makes sense that people call them THE SPITFIRE.

important links: bio. statistics. filmography. muse posts. social media. 

warning: death tw on the 5th bullet point!!

the frankie archer story begins in 1996, when her mother yasmiin moves from her home of somalia to brooklyn to pursue an art career. she moved into a tiny apartment halfway across the world, knowing nothing and no one, looking for inspiration. she found it in the form of lorenzo archer, her next door neighbor. they dated for two years, but neither family approved of the other as a match: yasmiin’s family wanted her to return to somalia, and lorenzo’s roman catholic family were not pleased about their son selecting a non-catholic woman. but lorenzo and yasmiin didn’t care, and got married at new york city hall with the court appointed witness. two weeks later, yasmiin was pregnant with frankie. 

francesca simone archer was born on june 9, 1999. she is a gemini sun, a scorpio moon, and an aries rising. she was named francesca for her grandmother on the paternal side, and simone after nina simone, the singer that was playing on lorenzo’s record player when they first met. her two siblings, nala archer and zahi archer, were born in 2001 and 2003 respectively. 

her childhood is generally quite happy. lorenzo and yasmiin were born to be parents and they love frankie, nala, and zahi endlessly, the type of supportive love that makes children thrive. frankie possesses a natural wit and excels academically, nala is the star athlete, and zahi is a wizard with watercolor. frankie loves the movies and decides she wants to be an actress when she grows up, so lorenzo and yasmiin enroll her in acting classes and improv camps. things chug along in the archer family beautifully. 

that is, until frankie gets a high school scholarship to packer collegiate institute, located in the affluent neighborhood of brooklyn heights. she takes it, of course, with her parents’ full support. but she is nothing like anyone else who attends packer, and for a 14 year old who wants to blend in, that is the worst possible thing. she is suddenly, painfully aware of her worn-out clothes, her used books, her strange mother with paint stains on her bleached out jeans. frankie lashes out, screaming and storming off and slamming doors. she and her mother are hurricanes and the rest of the family simply battens down the hatches. one day when frankie is 15, she tells her mother that this family is her worst nightmare. it is the last words she will ever speak to her mother. 

a few hours after, the archers get a call that yasmiin has been in an accident. it was a hit and run: a drunk driver t-boned her, and they’re rushing her to the hospital. when the family arrives, the doctors break the news that yasmiin is comatose and that things aren’t looking good. lorenzo refuses to take her off life support, insisting she’ll recover. she is in a coma for nearly a year and a half before he is convinced to pull the plug. 

and now, the part of the frankie archer story that everyone knows, the serendipitous hollywood beginning. she’s just a charming, talented, grieving, all-american girl from brooklyn, heading off to juilliard in the fall. on her 18th birthday, the first one spent without her mother, she attends an open call for a role in an indie film called thursday mourning. she thinks it’ll be a fun way to spend the day, or at least distracting enough. and then she gets the fucking part. 

long story short, the film blows up. it’s shown at venice, winning the golden lion and a prize for frankie as the most promising young actor in the festival. it’s nominated for four oscars, including a best supporting actress nom for frankie. she doesn’t win, but it’s created a path for her to do whatever she wants, acting-wise. she does three more films in the next two years, gaining a reputation as an indie darling before realizing that indie films don’t make all that much money. 

and she needs money, because her father is drowning in hospital bills from yasmiin’s death that he can’t pay. that’s when the offer comes through from her agent: a starring role in an ensemble cast netflix show called the village. she’s planning on throwing the script away. she’s not interested in any television show, much less a teen drama. she’s a serious actress and she certainly doesn’t want to be the next veronica lodge, made fun of on the internet by strangers with discerning taste. but with a little coaxing from her agent, she reads the script, and the role is good, the writing strong. so she takes the village, even though she wants to do movies more, even though she might get memed into oblivion. one episode will halve her father’s debt. 

frankie was tapped for the village because while she’s definitely not as famous as some of her other castmates, nor does she have the hollywood background, she has consistently received acclaim for her performances. the producers think it will bring them some clout with the critics, and she has a sterling reputation as a hard worker on set.

so that’s the basic bio of frankie! now onto her personality >:-)

first of all, and most importantly, if you call her francesca you are DEAD.

frankie’s described by the media as a spitfire, and she definitely lives up to that description. she’s not particularly patient with interviews or paparazzi, she has a nasty mouth and an acerbic sense of humor, and to the general public she probably comes across as quite guarded and private about her life. she got into this business to be an actress, not a celebrity. 

nevertheless, if she wanted to be a celebrity, she could probably be a pretty beloved one. frankie has a very charismatic, charming way about her, that probably lets her get away with more in the public eye than she should. there’s just something about that hollywood story that makes people relate to her and root for her. 

the number one defining characteristic of frankie is her passion. she throws herself intensely into everything she does, feels emotions too vividly, fights for what she wants. she cares so much about everything. acting is her main passion, her forever love. it’s why she’s so good at what she does: she’s not the most talented, she doesn’t have the most training, but she feels so intensely. it also makes her very emotional (classic cancer!) if you’re close with her

also because of this passion, she’s probably the most competitive person you’ll ever meet in your entire life. she’s like, slightly insane about it? she wants to win everything, but she hates losing even more than she likes winning. she’s the type to throw a tiny tantrum if she loses a game of uno. 

frankie’s always been bold, likes to live life on the edge, but it became something much uglier after her mother’s death. she’s reckless to the nth degree: doing her own stunts, drinking and partying the night away. she’s not suicidal, but in some ways, it’s like she doesn’t have a huge regard for her own life. 

in her private life, frankie is pretty different. it’s not so much that her negative qualities disappear -- she still swears like a sailor and is less than patient. but rather, the flaws become less apparent when you get to know her. she’s sort of a goofy little marshmallow wearing a giant suit of spiky armor. 

one of the most loyal people you will ever meet, because she throws herself headlong into friendships and relationships. she’s sort of an all or nothing type gal, so if you befriend frankie expect it to be a very close relationship whether you like it or not. 

she is kind of the crazy friend? she’s baby? like she’s absolutely the person who’s encouraging everyone else to do dumb shit, and she’s always coming up with ridiculous ideas and pranks. side note give frankie a prank buddy on set!

she’s really quite witty. she absolutely loves twitter, which is basically the only glimpse the general public would get as to who frankie is in private. her twitter filled with her dumb jokes and random thoughts. in another life, she might have been a twitter comic.

she is a hopeless romantic, which she will never admit to anyone in the world unless it’s layered under 100 miles of sarcasm. the only relationship she’s really ever known is her parents’ relationship, and they were madly in love til the bitter end. she desperately wants something like that, but hasn’t quite found it. she’s been in exactly one pr relationship, but nothing particularly real or long-lasting.

she loves fashion. her mother taught her to sew and she sketches and makes some of her own clothes. her absolute dream is to collab with a designer on a fashion line: some of her favorite labels are marc jacobs, jean paul-gaultier, sies marjan, and moschino! she’s also had a lot of positive press for her red carpet looks. 

she has a dog, who she loves more than anything! his name is duke, he’s a staffie rescue, and she brings him on set frequently. she’s lobbying to get him cast as someone’s dog. 

she’s playing skylar ellis on the village, and because this is literally so long you can find some info about skylar at these links: statistics, muse posts, social media. i haven’t finished writing her entire bio yet but here’s the rundown: skylar appears to everyone like the pretty princess who has everything she could ever want. her parents are rich, she’s beautiful and smart, and she has a perfect relationship with phillip. but on the inside, she’s drowning. her dad wants her to take over the family company but she wants to be a writer, and the worst part is that she’s good at writing and horrible at business! she’s always been content to go with the flow (aka, what her parents want) because things are good in her life, but after her encounter with james over the summer, she’s realizing that she is completely trapped in a life she doesn’t want in the least. now she’s a conflicted mess of emotion trying to figure out what to do. 

[djbunnyxd]

Chapter 1:

Secret

⚠️warning⚠️

This fan fiction story story causes

Adult language

Abuse

Injuries

Violence

Drugs

Sexual activity

It was Friday night’s mission. Raph got his twin tonfas, Leo got his ōdachi, Donnie got his tech bo staff, and Mikey got his fundo. And me, Nala Anderson the Chromatica barbie doll made out of glass, leader of the purple tribe got my Daggers, ammo, gun and string rope. Tonight, we were fighting the foot clan. That’s why they needed me. I wore my original outfit that I sometimes usually wear on mission.

“Alright team!” Said Raph. “Listen up! Here’s the plan! Nala and Mikey take the soldiers then, Donnie and Leo takes out the paper ninjas, then I take out the foot faces!” We all went outside and snuck up on to the roof tops. We roof jumped until, we spotted them. Donnie handed out mics, so we can split from each other to our partner. “White Angel.” Said Raph. “You and Mikey spot the targets yet? Over.” Me and him were still looking for the soldiers. “Negative. Over.” I whispered. Then, I looked around then, spotted one. “Mikey.” I whispered. “I spot one of them. Alone. Over.” One of them answered in the mic. “Good.” Said Mikey. “I’ll tell Raph. Over” I loaded up my gun then, then looked into the telescope to seek the rival. I let go of the trigger then, blasted the enemy. The boys heard me taking aim at the villain. Then, I headed to another building, to see if there is more of them. “This is so shitty.” I whispered to myself. Until, I saw another one also hunting for one of the turtles or me. I quickly aimed at the target, but then I saw two more of them. “I found another one but it’s with 2 paper ninjas. Over.” I said in my mic. “Roger that!” Said Mikey. “You take fire at the one of them and take out the rest!” Mikey swooped in to defeat the 2 ninjas. I pressed down my trigger and shoot at the first one. Then, I gave Mikey a thumbs ups and a wink. Mikey checked for anymore. “I think you got all of them.” Mikey said in his mic. “Good.” I said. “Red rover. Where all clear of the soldiers. Now they have to take out the confetti.” Me and my friends giggled. “Raph is about to dig in those villains!” Raph and stuck to the shadows in ninja mode. I roof jumped to another roof top to get a better view of what he was doing. The boys took the bait, while trying to strike but, they saw one more soldier. It was a black one. “Nala.” Said Raph. “I thought you said you took all of them out.” I was confused. I looked down at the street to see what he was talking about. “Oh shit.” I whispered. “I see what Raph means.” I quickly took action of the soldier. I accidentally took shot fire, alarming the rest of the foot clan. “Shit!” I panicked. “Retreat to the base I shot to early! I repeat go back to the base!” The boys were alarmed by the blast them selfs. They didn’t return back to the base. They stood their ground and where prepared to fight. “What are y’all doing?” I yelled. “Get the fuck out of there!” The foot saw them. I threw a bomb that quickly exploded, causing the foot to fall back, knock them all unconscious. The boys looked at me with a very angry look. “Why are you guys angry?” I said angered. “I saved your asses!”

“We could’ve did this ourselves!” Said Raph. I gave him a middle finger to flip him off. I went to my room to shame myself for an hour of how stupid I was. I left my room and headed back to the lair to apologize but, then saw Raph with a half empty bottle of liquor and Donnie with a cigarette in his mouth, getting ready to puff the smoke. When he did it, I was gagging from the smell of the smoke. “We could have done it ourselves!!” Raph yelled. I guess he was drunk from the liquor bottles and alcohol. Leo had white powder on his snout, that was not sugar, but is cocaine. Raph turned to him with a angry, aggressive face. “You little bitch!” Raph scream. Raph threw the bottle at Leo’s forehead, causing to make a gigantic bloody slash across his head. I never thought Raph could be this violent when he’s drunk. “Raph! Stop!” I screamed at him. He pushed me aside and keeper beating Leo. Over and over. Leo couldn’t stop weeping or stop bleeding. His snout was messed up with blood and had glass, cuts, and patches on and in his arms and body parts. I covered my ears as the screams of Leo, kept getting louder and louder. I also closed my eyes, as I saw the blood pouring out from him. Mikey and donnie just walked pasted us and did nothing. When it was all over, I took Leo to the garage and brought the first-aid kit, to clean his bloody cuts and bruises. Leo was shocked and depressed that Raph would be this violent. I was even more shocked. “Why were you even sniffing coke in the first places?” I asked him. Leo’s nose was all stuffy and runny. “Because.” He stuttered. “It helps me forget things that are bad.” I told him “good things can be bad and bad things can be good.” I patched up his cuts and picked out the glass with tweezers. Before I did that, I got a wrench and cleaned off the oil, so he can bite on it, while picking out the glass. Leo cried in so much pain. I rubbed the salty tears off his cheeks and touched his head with mine. “I’m sorry I couldn’t help you.” I said, as a tear rolled down my cheek. I grabbed the needle and thread. Some of those cuts involved stitches. Splinter walked by and saw Leo injured. He rushed over to him, to ask over about a million questions. “What happened?! When did this happen?! Who made this happen?!” Said splinter. “Raph got drunk over liquor and beaten Leo. It happen downstairs in the kitchen. And Raph made this happen.” I explained to him. Splinter was freaked out. When he left, I stitched the wide splited cuts closed together. I was thinking, that he would find Raph and asking him questions or scream at him. While I was cleaning up Leo, he gotten blood on my shirt, but which I didn’t mind.

I heared dad and Raph yelling at the top of his lungs. “You shouldn’t hurt your brothers like that!” Splinter yelled. “He’s bleeding so much!” Raph was furious. “It’s not my fault Leo was doing coccaine!” He yelled. Splinter was puzzled and shocked at the same time. Back at Leo, I patched him up and then, he looked at me, stroking back my hair to the back of my ear. “Leo, you okay?” I said. “I’m sorry! You’re just so beautiful.” Leo said. I was shocked. I didn’t know if he was complimenting me or in love. I grabbed his hand and put it on his lap. Then, he put his hand on my cheek and I just lost control. Our lips rushed to each other, giving us a kiss. We couldn’t stop. Leo carried me to to his bedroom and put me on his bed, we’re still kissing. He yanked off my shirt and pants. He got below me and moved my pantie’s aside. He licked all my sweet spots of my g-spot. I was filled with relaxation. When he did it I gasped loudly. I never had anyone do that to me before, but I still had my virginity. When he was done, Leo got off the bed and turned me around. He lifted up my leg and pulled down his pants, then entered his you know what into my vagina. My moaning sounded like a bitchy anime character. When he was moving back and forth, I would always take a breath and let out a moan like a shocked anime character. Leo kept going faster and faster. The amount of blood that squeeze out of me was a lot, but like a said “I’m a virgin with my virginity” My vagina was tiny, but he went deeper into me. He was so strong, that I felt the veins from him into me. The way it felt was amazing. By the time he was done, I kneeled onto the floor, to suck on him. I know this sounds nasty, but I really love my friends, so I gave Leo some sloppy head and a deepthroat. Leo plopped on to the bed, while I was still sucking on him. Leo grabbed my head and started to push it deeper into his dick. I started to swallow his leaking sperm. “Nala~” He said with his trembling voice. “Your m-making me c-cum~” I continued to give him sloppy head, as my spit dripped out of my mouth, on to him, to his bed. He finally came in my mouth, seeping down in my throat was delicious. I got on top of him and grabbed his dick, and putted back inside me. It was warm and sticky. I raped myself with it so hard, that I almost made him Cum again, but he actually made me cum on him. It was white just like his cum, but instead of cum, I squirted. Leo giggled if how I squirted on his chest near his mouth. “You taste delicious.~” He teased. He pressed near my clit to make me do it again, so he could taste more of it. I couldn’t resist. I had to let it rip. He tasted it this time. All of it. “What a good girl you are~” He giggled. I came the 3rd time. I was exhausted, but Leo wasn’t finish yet. He stood up and carried me, then grabbed me by thighs. This time, he put his dick in my asshole. I rapped my arms around his neck, while bouncing, up and down on him. He grabbed both my butt cheeks and was making me bounce faster and faster, in each move. He was raping me so hard. I guess we all know who my favorite brother is now. I decided to smooch with my brother. We both tounge kissed, which made saliva drip. “Open your mouth~” He said. I opened my mouth with my tounge sticking out. He spit in my mouth, which looked like a whitish color-ish like. We both plopped on the bed, with Leo, still banging me. He sucked on my nipples of my chest and kissed my neck. “Leo, I’m cumming!” I moaned out. Leo got out his dick and smacked my pussy with it, I squirted again. He bended down and kissed my pussy. I love him so much. Leo was slurping and licking on my vagina, he was also fingering it.

When I felt it, my eyes crossed and faced upwards, while grabbing his bed sheets. I was moaning softly, because I didn’t know my brother could be this way. While he was done, Leo got underneath me and placed his dick in me, with my feet on his knees and him grabbing my sides. He controlled me of how, bouncing my hips in him, up and down in every move. “Oh Leo! You’re so hard! My...My heart feels like it’s going to blow up!~” I moaned loudly. No one could hear us, because Leo’s door was lock, sound proof and covered our little sex secne from the curtains. He took off his bandana and put it on me, making me blindfolded. He kept banging me faster and faster as he can go and was going harder than before. I didn’t know boys could be so freaky. Since he was behind me, he kissed my neck softly and felt my nipples get hard. He giggled and started to go deeper as, he wanted to make my nipples harder. It worked tho, it worked to well. I lost control of myself. I bounced ever so deeply on his cock, while panting heavily. “Good job~” Leo teased. I guessed he really liked my insides. “Goddamn, you’re so deep in there!~” He spitted on his fingers and wiped my anus. Then, he took his dick out my pussy then, entered it in my anus. We had anal sex. He was so big in my other hole, that I nearly squirted again. When he was rubbing his cock inside my ass, I was sweating. I was burning hot. I put my hand on his muscle and my other on his hand, then starting to hold on it. I grabbed his hand then, put it to my lips and kissed him, then made my way down to my neck, trying to make him choke me again. “I guess you like me choking you like this, huh~?” Leo teases. He lifted me up and put my thigh to his mouth. He bit my thigh, which made me go nuts. “I’m cumming~” He announced. It was warm on top of me, then he lied me on top on his plastron, which was soft and warm. I put the blanket on top of us, then I looked at my brother and kissed him. Then...we rest happily.

Chapter:2 coming soon

[jokerasylum91]

The Lion King (2019) Thoughts/Review *Minor spoilers*

With the wave of these Disney Live Action Remakes, i must admit i have been really anticipating a live action (For all extents and purposes) version of The Lion King. The original Lion King is still such a classic, and the size and scale of the film is so majestic.

So it certainly had its work cut out for it. The opening is beyond perfction, It's as close to a shot for shot as you could do "Circle of Life" with photorealistic animals. Like in the original i had tears rolling down my face. They absolutely nailed this. Like it honestly deserves to exist because they recreated this so well, the new vocalist Lindwe Mkhize brought me to tears, she was fantastic. The Stampede  is also very well done, the delivery for that moment is different to the original but at my screening atleast there was legitamate gasps.The film really shines in recreating iconic moments and shots from the original movie. As far as the plot itself, it remains the same as the original (No surprise) There are moments where they flesh out relationships and characters (Scar's relationship with Mufasa and sarahbi) and they give shenzi more of a leadership role/a threat to the pridelands, i would've liked to see more of that cause i liked Florence Kasumba's voice.

For Characters: Simba: I really liked JD McCrary as young simba, i thought his deliveries were really good and his singing voice was really on point. "I Just Can't Wait to Be King" especially is a highlight. I thought Donald Glover was good as Adult Simba, i don't agree with people saying he phoned it in. I do think his singing in "Can you feel the love tonight" was overpowered by Beyonce's vocals but thats to be expected because queen bee has such a beautiful powerful voice.

Nala: Shahadi Wright Joseph had really good chemistry with McCrary's simba, they really shined together and were believable. I thought Beyonce was servicable as an adult nala, it's hard to unsee her because obviously her voice is so distinct, but again, if u hired beyonce to voice/sing for a character you're gonna make the most of that. Her singing as expected was excellent, even if unfortunately it does overpower donald.

Scar: Chiwetel Ejiofor was really good as scar, i liked that he kept that manipulative manner of speaking, he did have a bit of sass to him, not nearly as sassy as irons but different portrayal. I liked that they kind of implied more of his relationships with mufasa and Sarabi. He was still cunning and i loved how psychotic and nasty he sounded when he shouted, Be prepared while much shorter and sinister works really well.

Timon and Pumbaa: Admittedly i was really unsure of how they would be considering Seth Rogen is really hit and miss with me, but they honestly steal the movie, i really liked Billy Eichner as timon, and Rogen had really good chemistry with each other. One joke pumbaa makes in the end literally got a belly laugh out of me, it was just so unexpected and delivered perfectly. I liked their contrast to the circle of life seeing the world as a straight line where you only fend for yourself and life is meaningless, that works really well in Simba's arc. I liked that they kept their characters the same but updated their humor. There is one moment they change from the original but it made me squeal so loud that they did that instead.

Mufasa and Zazu James earl Jones was good reprising his role as Mufasa from the original movie, there was a few lines i thought he delivered better in the original movie, but he has such a bass to his voice, the voice of a wise king which is the main point. I FREAKING LOVED John Oliver as Zazu, he always says he looks like him on his show so it was nice to see him play the character. He has such a snarky snobby voice which works really well, i really liked his performance in Just can't wait to be king, i can picture him sitting at his desk delivering those lines. His design tho is really awkward, especially when he talks it reminded me of the the bird from the flintstones movie.

The Music: I really liked the updates to the music, mixing in part from the broadway show and including more of an african feel. It was kind of jarring to hear "Spirit" over the scene where simba runs back to pride rock (I think speechless was better incorporated tbh) but i do like that song. My only nitpicks were there are two scenes that feel like padding, one is the mouse at the beginning, and that incredibly long scene of simba's tuff of fur traveling which was done much shorter and more impactful in the original In conclusion The Lion King is exactly what the trailers advertise, it's a retelling of this story that is near and dear to so many in a new way. It doesn't try to reinvent the story but gives the story a fresh coat of paint. (I'm so amazed at how far cgi has come, like holy shit)

It's one of the few films i have been to where the audience i was with stood up and applauded the movie when the credits started.

Even if you are skeptical about it, it's not going to replace the original but give it a chance, it may surprise you  and afterall, we are all connected by the great circle of life.

[howlingheartdemigod]

Prompt: someone dangerous has taken Beau prisoner, and the M9 have to break in and get her back. Bonus points for angry/worried/protective Yasha and Beau being quietly surprised that anyone thought she was worth rescuing (gotta love negative self talk). Thanks!

Oh boo you know I’m here for some negative self talk. thank you for the prompt i really do love it

tw for mentions of violence, mentions of death, mentions of injuries

title from a poem by Christopher Poindexter

“I loved the wayshe touchedme

What more canI say?

her hands weremade from the thingswe all have trouble believing.”

Trouble Believing

The cell was small and dark, the air stale, smelling of piss and death. Bruised and bloodied, Beau was trying to accept the fact that she was going to die there. In addition to being generally horribly beaten, her nose was bashed, wrist probably broken, arms rubbed raw from the rusty manacles they’d put on her. She was fairly certain that her ribs were broken as well, and to top the Sunday of shitty things, she was becoming more and more lightheaded, like the air in the room wasn’t enough. Like she couldn’t get a breath right. Every gasp was a struggle, ripping through her painfully.

It had been days, probably. She’d been in the dark and the cold for so long, with no evidence that the sun even still existed, that she wasn’t totally sure. They’d tried beating the answers they were looking for out of her at first, and it had been a little easier to mark the days then, considering they stuck to some idea of meal times. But three went by, and they realized that she wasn’t going to talk, and had added starving her to the mix, coming in to tempt her with food, or kick the ever loving shit out of her, but she refused to break.

It helped that she didn’t know what the fuck they were asking about, shouting about some book and a thief. Sounded like The Cobalt Soul collecting intel, taking something with dangerous information out of the hands of those who would use it for chaos instead of order. Unfortunately it wasn’t her intel. So she was of no help to these brutes.

She kept thinking of her friends. Kept praying they knew she hadn’t abandoned them by choice. Kept wondering if they had mourned her loss. Kept hoping she’d get to see Mollymauk when this was all over. 

And, inevitably, without thought or permission, her mind wandered to Yasha. Yasha who she loved. Yasha who she was too much of a coward to say anything to. Yasha who wasn’t even with them when she was taken. Yasha who would never know how she felt. Yasha who wouldn’t know she was dead for who knows how long, days, weeks, months maybe. Yasha who would never feel the same anyway. Who she was abandoning just like Molly had. Like Zuala had. She knew it was selfish, feeling how she felt, but she would have liked to say it, just once. It would have been nice to say.

There was a ruckus outside the door, loud shouting, the sound of a body being slammed to the floor, and the cell door opening. Must be a new round of beating coming for her. The guys who came in for that tended to swing on each other just as often as they did at her. When this all had started, she made a point of pushing to her feet, straining against the chains, trying to fight back. She didn’t have the strength for that now. She closed her eyes, curling into the corner. Maybe they’d think she was dead. Maybe if they did they’d leave her alone to rot.

She heard the door swing open, heard an oddly familiar reedy gasp of shock, heard steps draw close. Just whens he expected violence, soft, almost scared hands came to cradle her face, turn her away from the wall.

“Oh, Gods.” Beau knew that rasp, that accent, that beautiful incredible voice. Her eyes flicked open to see the most beautiful sight she had ever seen kneeling in front of her.

Yasha, eyes dark pools, incredible skeletal wings extended from her back, the ends of her hair turned black, was there. She was right there. She was real. “Yasha?” She rasped softly, the word straining her.

“Hush, love.” Yasha said softly. Beau watched the ends of her hair return to normal, watched her wings return to her body. Yasha’s hand moved over Beau’s body searching for injuries. Beau’s eyes tracked her, feeling warm white healing energy radiate from her hands over her ribs.

“Why?” Beau asked. “This is… So dangerous, you shouldn’t have…”

Yasha looked up to Beau’s eyes, head tilting. “You think we would have ever left you?”

Beau swallowed, and Yasha turned her head, calling behind her. “Jester, she needs healing.”

Beau looked past Yasha for the first time, seeing Jester standing behind, looking relieved, and beyond her, Caleb and Nott both looking grateful, but antsy. Jester came over, kneeling next to Yasha.

“Fjord and Caduceus are keeping a clear path out. Nila came with us. She walked us through a tree.” Jester explained, a little smile coming to her lips.

Beau stared at Jester, feeling the green healing light course through her. She took a breath, ignoring the sting of her bones resetting, ignoring the odd sting of the skin knitting itself back together, focusing on the fact that her friends had followed her into hell. “Jester, this is… these guys are dangerous.”

“Those guys are dead.” Caleb intoned from behind. He had a wild look in his eye, a shake to his voice, a twitch in her finger tip. There was the smell of smoke in the air, Beau realized, that hadn’t been there before.

Before she could fully process what he’d done for her, she was being lifted off the ground. Yasha’s strong arms were around her, cradling her. She felt all too weak and all too safe for her liking, but couldn’t really bring herself to care. They were here, they were protecting her. She was safe. After days of not sleeping, not eating, fighting to keep upright through beatings, after all of that, she was safe.

Beau curled into Yasha’s hold, closing her eyes, and letting the world fall away, content to focus on the pounding of Yasha’s heart, and the fact that she smelled more like home than any building ever could.

Beau didn’t realized she’d fallen asleep, passed out really, until she woke up in a warm soft bed, sore beyond words. She cracked open her eyes in the streaming mid morning light, cutting through the open window like a blade. She hummed her protest and squinted her eyes shut again.

“Oh, thank Gods, you’re awake.” The soft rolling tone of Caduceus voice came rolling across the room tp her, and filled her with joy. She didn’t think she’d hear that again. She tilted her head in the direction, giving a little smile. “Don’t strain, I’ll come to you.” She watched the Firbolg stand, a tea cup in his hands, and move carefully across the room, taking big steps over bundles on the ground.

Not bundles, she realized quickly, people, friends. Fjord, Caleb, and Jester were all spread out on the ground. The door to the room was open, so she could only assume Nott had tiptoed out for whatever reason, maybe to get food, hopefully to get food. Beau had never been so hungry in her life. Beau turned her head a little more, and found that Yasha had fallen asleep sitting on the floor, head tilted back against the frame of the bed. She wanted to wake her, tell her to rest in some way that wasn’t going to give her neck problems, but she didn’t want to pull her from sleep either.

Caduceus came to a stop, sitting on the edge of the bed. “You still hurting?” He asked, voice low enough to keep from waking the others.

Beau cleared her throat a little, trying to match his quiet. “Yeah.” she admitted, “I’m hungry as all hell. And thirsty.”

Caduceus nodded. “I’ll get soup on soon. No more injuries though?”

Beau stretched a little, testing things out. “Wrist maybe. But it can just heal, don’t waste your magic on me-”

Before she could finish talking Caduceus had reached to put a hand over hers, warm pink energy radiating out. She felt her bones set back in place. “It’s not a waste.” He replied, giving a little nod.

She stared at him, heart squeezing with concern. “You guys shouldn't have come. Those guys were bad news. It was stupid and dangerous to come after me.”

Caduceus blinked a few times, frowning. “But you would come after us. You already have come after some of us.” He pointed out. “We couldn’t leave you behind, Beauregard. We could never survive it.”

Pink eyes radiated warmth, then Firbolg pushed to his feet. He picked his way across the room, towards the door. Beau looked around, eyes trailing on the now stirring forms of her friends, and let that roll over her. She looked to Yasha, who had awoken, and was staring at Beau with tears in her eyes.

‘ Could never survive it,’ rang in her ears, forcing a nasty truth to surface. She’d been so ready to die for her friends she hadn’t even considered needing to live for them.

A moment of time passed, and her friends all woke, each one checking on her. A while later, Caduceus and Nott returned with food. Later still, once there was food in her, someone explained to Beau that they were in Nala’s tribes new home, they’d been kind enough to welcome them in their time of need for helping them in theirs.

Beau nodded, telling herself she’d have to thank Nala. That she owed her big time. She looked around at her friends, something hard blocking her throat. “You guys shouldn’t have come.” She said. “It was…”

“Beau.” Jester cut her off, a spark in her eye that told Beau that going on was a bad idea. “We aren’t going to leave you behind. Ever.”

There was a moment of quiet, when Beau tried to digest that, tried to understand that, btu she just couldn’t. Beau dropped her eyes, feeling the bed next to her dip. A large pale hand laid over hers. Beau flipped her hand into Yasha’s grip, and threaded their fingers together.

Caleb cleared his throat. “Perhaps we should let Beau rest.” He suggested, standing, shuffling towards the door, waving the rest of them out.

Beau didn’t really want to be alone, but she didn’t want to bother them either, not after all the trouble they went through. Gradually, they all trailed out. Gradually, Beau and Yasha were left alone. She expected her to follow, she expected to be alone, but Yasha stayed. She swept her thumb along the back of Beau’s hand, letting out a little sigh.

“You okay?” Yasha asked, eyes scanning Beau’s form. Beau kept her eyes on Yasha, her heart pounding in her ears. Yasha looked up to meet her gaze when Beau didn’t respond. “Beauregard?”

“I’m… It’s...” She said, shaking her head. “I… I didn’t think you all were going to come. I thought I was going to die there. I thought...”

Yasha lifted a hand to Beau’s cheek. “Why would you ever, even for a moment, believe that I would let you be left behind?”

Beau felt tears track down her cheeks before she even realized they’d started to pool in her eyes. “I’m not worth this much trouble.”

Yasha’s head shook, and she leaned closer. There was something earnest behind her gaze, something honest and desperate. “You are worth more than the world. If you were ever taken from me again, I will happily tear it apart to get you back.”

Beau let out a broken breath, collapsing over, her head falling on Yasha’s shoulder.

Yasha held her, leaning them both back into the soft bed. “I’ve got you.” she heard Yasha promise. “I’m here.”

Normally, when Yasha promised that, Beau would wonder for how long. Normally she’d scan the sky for clouds. But this time, she just tucked her nose into the crook of Yasha’s neck and breathed her in, smelling rain, and lightning, and lavender, and home.

Beau woke hours later, as the sun was setting, and she was curled into Yasha’s side. Which meant Yasha was still there, leaning against the headboard, fingers carding through Beau’s hair. It was new, it was unexpected. They didn’t do this. They danced around the issue. They didn’t talk about it. Beau didn’t push her to talk about it. It wasn’t important, really. Beau wanted to say something, but she was plenty happy with how things were. No need to complicate it. But this, the touching, the waking up in bed, the kind words Yasha’d spoken it was all new, it was all complicated. Beau stretched, and moved to sit up. “Hey.” She said.

Yasha moved to help Beau sit up, a small soft smile coming to her lips. “Hello.” Her fingers skimmed over Beau’s wrist, no longer broken, but faintly bruised, then up her arm, like she was trying to commit her to memory. Her fingers stilled to hold the back of her neck, but her eyes kept moving. Beau watched her, tracking her gaze as it skimmed over her shoulder and down the line of her back. Watched it come up the curve of her waist, and then caught on her jaw. Then she moved to her face, smiling a little when their gazes caught, before scanning down, sweeping over Beau’s cheek bones, tripping on her nose, settling for all too long on the smirk on Beau’s lips. Beau would  have returned the favor, but she didn’t need to. She knew Yasha like she knew her own reflection.

Yasha sighed, hand drifting down her arm again. “I’ll go get Caduceus, you should eat.”

Beau flipped her hand to grab Yasha’s, gaze pleading. “Not yet.” She was scared, terrified, that Yasha would have to  go again, that The Storm Lord would call her away. She understood why, understood that the sort of saving he’d done for her wasn’t something that could be ignored. Beau was thankful, even, to him for saving her. For keeping her alive. For bringing her onto the path that let them meet. But just once, she felt like being selfish, she felt like keeping Yasha as long as she could. She tried to convey all of that, with a gentle squeeze of their tangled fingers. “Stay.”

Yasha looked down at their entwined hands, nodding. “I will.” the promise wasn’t forever, Beau knew. Forever wasn’t something Yasha could give yet, maybe not ever.

Yasha swallowed, eyes trained on their hands. “I… I was so terrified. I followed the call of the Storm Lord, and… normally he leads me to people who need help, or people who have hurt others, so when he lead me to the Nein... He lead me to our friends, and I looked around, and you were gone, and I just… was so terrified that this was a mission of vengeance. This was going to be taking a life for the life they took from us. I told myself it wasn’t but… I thought you might be gone. I thought I may have lost another love of mine. And then I realized that despite all my work, all my trying to distance myself from you all, from you, Beauregard, it was too late. But it’s… It’s not something… It’s not fair to you, because I can’t… Zuala was my wife, and I’m not… I have not healed from that loss, and I don’t know if I ever will in a way where I can love you how you deserve. It is not fair to you to ask for you to wait.”

Beau stayed quiet through her words, she listened. Then she nodded a little. “It’s too late for me too, Yash. I thought I was going to die in there.” Beau said, tears coming to her eyes despite herself. “You know what I kept thinking of?”

Yasha shook her head.

“You.” There was a moment of pause, of Beau watching Yasha take a broken breath, then nod. When spoke again, Beau’s voice more earnest than she remembered she had the capability for. “I’m… I’m not good at waiting, but for you, I can. For you, anything. So, take your time. If you ever get to a place where you can love me how you’d like, let me know. If you decide that…” Beau sighed, dropping her own eyes to their hands. “If this aint it for you, that’s fine too. But, as long as you need, I’m here.”

Yasha’s gaze lifted, and Beau tilted her head to meet it. There was something defiant behind the multi colored gaze. “What if I never make up my mind?” She said, a little bit of a challenge to her tone, like she was trying to get her to reconsider.

“That’s fine.” Beau shrugged, regretting it with how it strained her sore form. She bit back the pain and focused. “Yasha, you’re it. This is enough for me. How ever you want me.”

Yasha stared at her. And Beau almost wanted to kiss her, to hold her, to feel her heartbeat against her fingertips. But she realized she was content holding hands. She would have been content just seeing Yasha with her own eyes.

Yasha nodded, squeezing their hands. “You should eat. I’ll go get something.”

Beau nodded her agreement, but didn’t let go. Yasha’s thumb traced a scar on the back of Beau’s hand, and they fell silent, feeling the one point of heat, of contact.

They stayed like that, quiet, content, until Beau’s stomach growled loud enough for them to hear, causing a roll of laughter through them. Yasha got up, and moved towards the door, only breaking their touch when the distance between them grew too far to reach. “I’ll be right back.” Yasha promised, looking over her shoulder.

Beau gave a little nod, a smile on her lips. “I’ll be here.”

[gjrain20-starwars]

Bad Batch Theory #3

**I CANT BELIEVE I HAD THIS IN MY DRAFTS FOR 3 WEEKS!!! I was going to post this in response to Episode 12 and I forgot about it!!**

!!EPISODE 12 SPOILERS!!

**Quick note before I begin, since I suck at updating my blog each week, these theory will be out of episode order as I will be playing catch up**

Ok, so Crosshair was burned where his chip is as we know from a couple episodes ago. He had taken back to Kamino to get healed up right? Now he has a nasty scar around the chip area. I think there are 2 possibilities to what is going on in terms of the chip.

1. What if the chip is gone but he’s having to pretend he is still under the influence of the chip until he can successfully escape?

2. What if the intensifying of his chip has worn off because of the medical procedures, or because of someone interfering with it, and it’s enough to where he has his own plan to go back to his brothers (or take off on his own, idk) in due time?

Throughout the episodes where we have seen him, and especially in this episode, he’s showing some major internal conflict. His expressions say it all. Also, he misses the escape ship when he shoots at it (he’s not supposed to miss, unless if it’s his choice). The only other times he’s missed was when he was shooting at the marauder and when he could have killed Wrecker or Hunter, but just shot Wrecker’s shoulder instead.

Next, there is someone else on Kamino that we haven’t seen for a bit: Nala Se. She wasn’t too upset when Omega left with them and she even sent Fennec to stop Cad Bane from kidnapping Omega. She was also present for and participated in the intensifying of Crosshair’s chip. Since Nala Se oversaw the medical side to the cloning facility, she could have interfered with Crosshair’s chip and lowered the intensity or completely removed it secretly in retaliation. Then she would have told Crosshair everything and tell him to lay low.

It’s a little far fetched, but Crosshair’s new scar is substantial enough to cover a potential chip removal scar. So that’s what started all this.

Thoughts?

[rklino]

break,

BACKDATED -- MID MARCH, 2018.

trigger warnings: anger, alcohol, anxiety, injury, bad self-care, language, self deprecation, depression, self-loathing.

the days following his birthday are a blur. he works, he half-asses his school work in some sort of daze he can’t really remember. when he isn’t busy, he’s sitting on his floor, dull eyes staring forward into nothing. nala is usually pawing at him, and yoongi usually has enough sense in him to make sure she’s fed, her litter box is clean and she’s getting enough water. with nothing to focus on, however, yoongi finds himself falling into bad habits.

there’s a half empty pack of cigarettes next to him, bottles of soju, cans of beer scattered about. he’s using one as an ashtray as he stares off at nothing, inhaling the smoke in his lungs. he rakes his hand through his hair, reaching out to grab at a half empty bottle. he lifts it to his mouth and knocks it back-- swaying lightly. he hiccups after the sip, grumbling as he wipes his mouth on his sleeve. there’s still bruises covering his knuckles; the ones from his altercation with jeongguk have faded, but frustration builds; there are more spots of indented wood on his coffee table from yoongi’s fists when he reaches his lower points.

jeongguk. his heart hurts. his head hurts. he sucks down harshly on his cigarette, his fingers digging into his thighs. he tugs the stick from his mouth to tap into his chosen ashtray, dull eyes watching the ash drop from it. he thinks back to it, the LETTER the other left; the emotions, the words, the confessions-- there’s a sting in his eye he blinks away. wonders what it would be like to burn it, pretend it never happened, just like everything else. it’s easier when you don’t have to deal with it. but the thought of destroying it does something worse; makes a strange feeling in his gut-- an empty, nauseating feeling.

nala jolts up from her perch on the couch. yoongi stares at her tiredly as her ears twitch, edging closer to the end of the couch, and he follows her gaze to the door. he sees the doorknob jiggle-- the lock clicking before the door opens. his grandmother’s bright colored scarf stares back at him, her head down as she slips inside, kicking off her shoes at the door. he blinks, dull and tired at her. her head lifts, and she watches the expression on her face shift-- the confusion, the shock.

yoongi turns his head, drops his gaze to the ground. he doesn’t want to see it, her reaction-- his lips tighten around his cigarette. it burns, and ash droops down to his denim. it burns, singes-- but the pain is welcoming.

there’s a patter of feet. frantic, quick-- a hand on his head as it jerks him back. stinging eyes meet his grandmother’s angry, frazzled face.

“get it out of your mouth.” she breathes. anger trickling into her words that make yoongi shudder. he swallows, doesn’t move-- the stick between his lips bobbing loosely until the senior plucks it out of his mouth and drops it into his half filled beer. smoke billows out of his mouth, and he coughs under it, curling into himself as she smacks at his back. he hiccups and tries to regain control of his breathing. “what is wrong with you, you lil’ shit?

a lot. nothing at all. yoongi isn’t too sure at this point.

“min yoongi. are ya listenin’? did that damn cancer stick clog ya ears too?”

“grandma.” he breathes out, voice hoarse, choked. nala meows pitifully from her spot. yoongi inhales, exhales a shuddering sort of breath. “i fuck up everythin’.”

a hum. a hand pressed to his back and warmth at his sides. the pressure of his grandmother’s hand rubbing circles into his back is a foreign feeling; reminds him of his childhood, of his mother. soothing away any sadness-- father’s lectures, being pulled from ballet. it all comes back at once.

the first sob catches in his throat. he’s wet-- cheeks are wet. fingers press into his eyes as his body shakes, small hiccups leaving him. he falls apart.

“yoongi-yah.” there’s a tired twist to her words, but the worry, the concern. “you haven’t picked up one of these nasty things since ya moved down here. and this place looks like a wreck. you pick a fight in ‘ere?”

he did. with jeongguk. fists and screaming and the feeling that yoongi was tearing everything apart. loss of control, out of his reach. yoongi wonders when he began to lose it -- when he began to let everything slip through his fingertips.

“you stupid kid.” it’s said with such a fondness that it makes him whine, tuck his knees close to his chest and shove his head on the tops of his knees. “i haven’t seen ya cry since you were thirteen.”

“shuh-- shut up.” he chokes out. bitten down fingernails dig into his denim. they sting, burn with the pressure. it’s grounding, but not enough. he coughs, violently. a shush, firm patting on his back, as if he were a child again. “y-you don’t get it.”

“well, enlighten me then, punk.”

he swallows. the action is thick, suffocating; he heaves out a shaky breath, teeth pressing into his lip. he shifts, knocks over an empty glass of soju. it clinks loudly and rolls off-- but he doesn’t pay that much attention to it. instead, he focuses on breathing; chooses to inhale and exhale until he doesn’t feel like he’s going to choke, or vomit.

“t-there’s a boy.” he manages to sputter, voice croaking. he winces at the sound of it, so raw, so vulnerable. he hates it. “i-i- we’re friends. i think-- we were. he’s a good kid, grams. you’d like ‘em.” he blinks rapidly, eyes wet and still leaking. nose still running-- he wipes that on the knee of his denim. he’s trembling; he doesn’t want to talk-- can’t get the words out without wanting to cry.

but not talking about it is how he got here.

“but i fucked it all up. i fucked it all up because i c-can’t fuckin’ deal with anything. it makes-- it makes me feel weird!”

she hums above him. doesn’t say anything else, so yoongi continues.

“i hate how he makes me feel.” he breathes, hiccuping. “it’s-- it’s like i’m drownin’. like i can’t get back up to float-- he looks at me an’ i can’t fuckin’ breathe. he smiles and i want to hit him. want to hate him’. he makes me feel so angry. like i’m dyin’, like i want to die--”

a shuddered breath. he sniffles, curls into himself more.

“b-but then he makes-- you know how hard it is to get me to fuckin’ smile grams? he does it like he was fuckin’ born to do it. he says some stupid shit and then suddenly i’m crackin’ up. he doesn’t even ‘ave to do anythin’ sometimes and it’s just-- it’s s-so fuckin’ nice. he’s so nice, and i don’t fuckin’ deserve it. i don’t deserve anythin’ he can give me ‘cause all i do is fuck everythin’ up.” his hand jerks out, fist slamming into the ground, into the bits of ash and clutter. his fist hits the side of a bottle that scatters to the side in a loud noise. nala lets out a loud mewl, the pitter patter of her feet as she edges around. her tail is bouncing around, nervous twitching.

“yeah?” his grandmother urges. there’s no emotion, no reaction. she just continues to rub his back, brush her fingers through his hair in a gentle notion. “why’s that, yoongi-yah?”

“i hurt him. i hurt him because i knew it would.” it’s an admittance he didn’t really want to say. “i hurt him because i didn’t want him around. because jeongguk’s a much better guy than me, much better at anything. he doesn’t deserve some sort of -- unmotivated, waste o’ fuckin’ space. so i ignored him-- ignored him after we-- we--” he can’t get the words out. “i fuckin’ let him in, and left him up in the dark because i couldn’t handle it. s-so i hoped he would-- he would fuckin’ leave. but he didn’t. he came back, and i hurt him more. i hit him, and i f-fucking begged him to hit me back!” he shouts, screams with a force that jerks his body. “what kind of piece of shit does that to someone they’re supposed to care ‘bout?”

“are those nasty things you’re saying about yourself your words, or your fathers?”

his grandmother has always been quick, straight to the point. yoongi tenses at the question, the lump in his throat tightening. a sob escapes his mouth that he can’t hold back.

“you sound like you like the kid, if my old wisdom doesn’t fail me.” she sighs. her fingers scratch at his scalp. “you sound like you like him a lot, actually. whatever ya did just made it clear for ya. maybe...a bit too fast. you don’t like not having control of your life, yoongi. i think this probably caught ya off guard. you didn’t realize you liked him, and now you’re forced to deal with it at a pace you didn’t set yourself.”

he hates how wrong he wants her to be -- how right she really, truly is.

“whatever that piece of shit husband my daughter married said to you-- you gotta let that go, honey.” hands tug at his arms, push and manhandle him into a seated position. he keeps his head low, shoulders shaking as he sniffles. she rakes a hand through the greasy, messy strands of hair on his head. “stop thinkin’ so less of yourself. stop thinkin’ you don’t deserve these nice things. this boy-- he’s important, yeah?”

yoongi gives her a muted nod.

“then don’t let him go.” she states simply. wrinkled thumbs brush under his eyes, wipe under his nose. there’s a fond smile on her face, the slightest bit sad. “don’t let what ya old man said hold you back from bein’ happy. if there’s anything you deserve more-- god, yoongi. i want you to be happy.”

he swallows, a shuddering breath. nala’s pawing at his thigh, purring as her head shoots up to nudge under his chin. the hairs on her head cling to the sticky residue of his tears.

“i d-don’t,” he swallows, his voiced so small. “i don’t know how.”

“not everyone does.” a chuckle. a soft hand pats at his cheek. “but i think the first step is sitting down with this-- jeongguk, yeah? tell him how you feel. even if it’s-- if it’s messy. you’re not perfect, yoongi. no one’s expecting you to be good at this. feelings? i hate ‘em. but bottling them up until ya explode isn’t healthy either.”

“i’m scared.” yoongi spits out, legs twitching, wanting to curl and hide his face; to hide the reddening of his cheeks. “i’m scared. i like him so much i’m scared of him. i don’t know what to do--”

“take a risk.” her hand is heavy on his head, palm ruffling up the strands with an exasperated sigh. “we’re all afraid of what we don’t understand-- but you know what i think?”

she pauses, the age lines in her face moving as she smiles-- the near same replica of his own gummy grin plastered on hers.

“i think whoever can make my grumpy grandson smile like he’s a child again is well worth the risk.”