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prettyflyforawhitelie · 2 months

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Hi! Drunk Husk confession please! Maybe he doesn't remember the next day and his crush flirts with him and he gets all flustered and stutters so she shuts him up with a kiss 😚 and tells him that she feels the same way he does. Thank you!!

Ahh this is so cute! I love this!

Pairing: Husk x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol

Word count: 1910

Authors note: I actually quite like this one, but if you were looking for anything different just message me and let me know! This was very roughly proofread, so apologies for any mistakes.

A Drunk Mind Speaks a Sober Heart - Husk x Reader

Ever since you decided to give redemption a shot and stay at the Hazbin Hotel, you quickly learned which of your fellow roommates (hotel-mates?) you could have the most fun with. Charlie was always cheery and go-lucky, but good luck trying to get her to do just about anything that would jeopardize the hotel’s reputation of a sin-free environment. Vaggie wasn’t exactly one for going out (or even hanging around with any of you, except for Charlie, of course), so she was off the table. Alastor was… well, Alastor was creepy as Hell, so even if he did want to go out, you would have a sneaking suspicion that he was planning something more sinister. Sir Pentious could go both ways. He always rejected going out, but if you managed to drag him to a bar and he got drunk, it was actually the funniest thing ever. Nobody ever invited Niffty out because… God knows what would happen if she escaped your line of sight.

This left Angel and Husk. Angel always knew how to have a good time, but after learning of the abuse that he has to endure during work, you realized that his constant drinking and partying was just a way for him to cope with his trauma. Feeling awful for him, it left you mostly turning to Husk whenever you wanted to have some fun.

At first glance, Husk was kind of a prick. He always seemed uninterested with anything that anybody had to say, constantly complaining every time he was forced to do one of Charlie’s eccentric “bonding exercises”. But you’ve had enough late nights at the bar to know that if you really got to know him, Husk was a sweetheart. He was fiercely protective of his friends and gave excellent advice, never turning you away when you've had a shitty day and just need to talk.

When you first arrived at the hotel, you were so very grateful for the free lodging, but still felt like you were isolated from the already-established friend circles of the group. At the end of the day, though, Husk, however standoff-ish he wants to appear, never turned you down for a drink and a good conversation. As embarrassing as it is to admit… you think you've developed quite an attraction towards him. Not only was he a great listener and the only person who seemed to give a damn about what you had to say, but he was adorable, too. The way his wings flapped slightly when he laughed, the little ear-twitches he gets when he’s startled, everything. Out of all the sinners in Hell, he seemed like the only guy that still had a bit of humanity left in him.

This is the driving factor that left you sitting at his bar, still striking conversation with him through the early hours of the morning, almost every night. Tonight was no different, either.

Walking to the bar and taking what you have now claimed as “your stool”, you don't see Husk doing his normal barkeeping chores. In fact, you don't see him at all. That is, until he bursts through the main door of the hotel carrying some crates filled with bottles of a green-looking drink. You rush over to him to lighten his load, a sigh of relief escaping his mouth. As you both reach the bar and set down the crates, you ask,

“So… what’s this?”

As he unloads the bottles from the crates to the bar, he responds,

“Apparently some good shit! I struck a deal with the owner of the club down there, apparently their bar is the only place that sells it, until now! Cost me a pretty penny, but it's supposed to have you seeing stars after only a couple glasses. Wanna give it a try? Shit, I think we’ve got ourselves enough to last until we all get redeemed!”

“Sure, why not.” you reply.

I mean, it’s not often that anything exciting happens in Hell, and this was the closest to an “exciting” experience that you’ll get for a while. When he finished unloading the crates, he placed two glasses on the bar and filled them to the brim with the green liquid.

“Absinthe, it looks like. Hopefully Charlie won't be too pissed, at least it'll bring more drunks like you and I into this shithole” he says and laughs.

While he immediately downs his glass, cringing at the taste, you smell it suspiciously.

“Are you sure this is safe? I mean, you bought it from a club owner you’ve never met.” you ask. “Doll, what the Hell’s gonna happen? We're gonna double die?”

Well, he has a point. Plugging your nose, you sip from the glass, suppressing a small gag. This better be worth it.

While carrying on your normal random conversations, you noticed Husk slowly becoming more unkempt and loud. This was a very odd sight, as he could hold his liquor like nobody's business. To be fair, though, he had downed about 3 glasses in the past hour. You were still working on your first. If this stuff is as strong as he said it was, he may genuinely be wasted right now. You could not only tell this from his progressively increasing volume, but also from the topics that he was talking about. Normally, he preferred being the listening ear, the shoulder to cry on. He did chime in every now and then, but nothing intensely personal. But tonight, he seemed ready to tell you just about anything. While you guys were on the topic of money, you were quickly brought to the topic of gambling.

“So, you've talked about all the gambling you did when you were alive… but I don't think I've ever seen you gamble, or, Hell, even play a card game. What happened?” you ask.

As you ask this question, you can see something change in Husk’s look. Did you say something wrong?

“I- I dont wanna talk about it.” he manages to hiccup out.

“What, didya lose that bad?” you chuckle. “Must've been a ton of money if you're still this upset.” you say.

He looks into the distance, fixating on anything but the current conversation. You weren't used to him actually avoiding conversation like this.

“Oh, um… Look, I’m sorry if I said something-”

“Don’t apologize.” he cuts you off. “I figure I should tell you anyway.”

“Tell me what?” you ask.

“I quit gambling because, well -” he hesitates, thinking of the right words to say without dropping the entire mood of the room.

“I- I used to be an overlord.”

Huh? What?! Husk? The drunk bartender… used to be an overlord?

“Really?” you ask. “I have - so many questions. But… but why did that force you to quit gambling?”

“Well, you could say that I relied on luck for much of my power. I would collect souls and gamble them away to increase my status among the other overlords. That was until… that was until I met him.” he motions to the Radio Demon’s room.

“Alastor?” you ask.

“He made me an offer that was too enticing to refuse. If I won, he would grant me power beyond my wildest dreams - all the souls I could possibly make use of.”

“And if you lost?” you wonder.

“He - He would get my soul.”

Realization hits when you see where this conversation is leading to. So Alastor… owned Husk? No wonder he seemed miserable! Suddenly, you felt bad for all the times you ran to complain to him and ask for advice, poor thing was probably dealing with enough of his own trauma.

“Oh, Husk. I- I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s okay Doll. What's done is done, no use in dwelling over it now.” he sighs.

“Besides,” he says, “he can have my soul. I think the only thing that still gets me through every day is knowing I have a heart. That’s what really matters. So, it doesn't matter who has my soul, but who I can trust with my heart.”

Wow. Wasted Husk is… insightful? Sweet? You had never heard him become so open about his backstory, his emotions.

“That’s…sweet, Husk. I hope that you know that you can always trust me, with your heart and anything else.”

He blushes at your words, smiling. “Y/N, you already have my heart. You’ve had it since the very first day you walked into this hotel. Ever since you first spoke to me, I’ve had something to look forward to at the end of the day. You give me a reason to actually enjoy this shit hole. Thank you, y’know, for being here.”

There’s no way he just said that! Does Husk… like you too?! Taking this pure honesty as a sign of his obvious inebriation, you take away his fourth glass from him.

“Alright, mister, I think it’s time we both head to bed. We’ve got a long day of ‘trust exercises’ to look forward you” you say while taking his hand and guiding his stumbling body to his room. As you lead him to his door and part ways from him, you swear you could hear him say something under his breath.

“I love you, Y/N”

********************THE NEXT MORNING…********************

When you awoke from your deep slumber, you could hear the voices of essentially everyone else in the lobby. As you leave your room to greet them, you see everybody but Husk.

“Where’s Husk?” you ask.

“Maybe the bitch finally got up and left like he always says he’s going to!” Angel replies, laughing.

You roll your eyes, going back into the hallway and knocking on Husk’s door. When you hear no reply, you peek into his room. He’s passed out on his bed, not even underneath the covers. Damn, I guess that stuff really is strong. You slowly approach his bed and stroke his head, softly saying,

“Husk! It’s time to get up. If we aren't out for Charlie’s exercises she may just kill us.”

He groans, slowly opening his eyes, clearly flustered that you are in his room and seeing him like this.

“Oh Satan, uh, yeah, I guess it is that time.” he mumbles.

As you move to leave his room, you turn back.

“Hey, Husk. I really appreciate what you said last night. I don't know if I made it clear, but… I’m glad you told me.”

He blinks slowly at you, clearly confused.

“Wh- What did I say last night?” he says, internally panicking. If he drunkenly confessed to you, he will literally crumble into a ball right here.

“Y’know, that stuff about me being the only one who has your heart, the one who makes ‘this shit hole’ bearable?”

His eyes widened. He could literally die of embarrassment right here, right now.

“Oh my Satan I didn’t mean to say that - I mean, I did, but just not in that way - you really don't have to say that you feel the sa-” Husk is cut off by your lips meeting with his in a sweet embrace, one that he never wants to leave.

“Husk. It’s okay. I… I feel the same way. I’m so glad you told me, whether in a drunken rant or not.” you giggle, leading him by the hand out of his room. Whatever faced you today would be bearable simply because you knew that at the end of the day, you will always have Husker.

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stray-kaz · 1 year

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Baby. On. Board. : a Bob Floyd x reader oneshot

Bob walked into the Hard Deck with a skip in his gait and a smile wide enough to reach his ears. Bradley was the first to notice him, raising his eyebrows first at Bob and then at you, trailing behind him with your hand in his.

“What’s up, Bobby?” he asked, half full glass poised in his hand. “You look like the cat who got the canary and the cream.”

The others turned to face you both, Natasha focusing on your face, the light in your eyes as you glanced from Bob to the group and then back. She folded her arms and waited.

“I’m having a - She’s having - We’re having a baby!” Bob announced.

Natasha leaned back against the edge of the pool table, smiling indulgently.

A collective whooping holler rose from the men in the group and Bradley clapped Bob so hard on the back his glasses almost flew off, and then leaned down to kiss your cheek.

“Congratulations.”

You smiled up at him, a little giddy.

“Thank you.”

“Well, Bob, looks like you’ve done it at least once!” Jake called out, grinning.

Bob rolled his eyes and you flushed, but nothing could dim the excitement you were both fizzing with. Natasha cuffed Jake on the back of the head and called Penny over to order a fresh round in celebration.

“What are we celebrating?” she asked, curious.

“Young Robert is going to be a dad” Bradley told her, looping an arm around Bob’s neck and dragging him in for a one sided hug.

Penny looked at you and smiled, tipping her head to the side.

“I should have known” she mused. “You’re practically glowing. Congratulations, both of you.”

You thanked her, bouncing onto your toes, and Bob nodded, ducking to get out of Bradley’s tight hold. He sidled over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Our baby is going to have so many surrogate aunts and uncles, honey. Free babysitting for life” he muttered in your ear, but not quiet enough.

Jake popped his head up from where he had been bent, concentrating on the pool game against Natasha.

“Free?”

At six months along, Dagger Squad threw you a baby shower the likes of which the Navy base had never seen before. It was held inside due to the sudden downpour that darkened the usually calm sky and sent black clouds sailing across it.

You sat in the middle of the training room on a padded desk chair, decorated with colourful ribbons and prizewinner rosettes. Pete leaned against one wall, trying not to smile too hard at the sight of you on a makeshift throne, your hands smoothing down over your rounded belly.

Everyone knew it was tradition to only have women at baby showers, but there were so many men in your life and few women, so you kicked that tradition out the door and were therefore surrounded by Bob’s teammates, not just Penny and Natasha.

Jake was the biggest surprise: he gifted you a wooden rocking chair for night feeds that was almost too big to fit in the car but that you couldn’t stop looking at.

You were inundated with onesies, nappies, pacifiers and a subtly wrapped breast pump from Penny.

“Just in case” she murmured to you. “It’s not as easy as everyone tells you it is.”

You nodded and slipped it underneath the chair you were on, hiding it away for later.

Bob sat and watched you be waited on hand and foot, a slight half smile on his face. He took careful note of who gave what and how happy each gift made you. He saw how pleased you were with Jake’s gift in particular, and made a mental note to thank him especially for it later.

You caught him staring and raised an eyebrow; he just smiled back at you and shook his head slowly from side to side, scrunching his nose a little.

Bob saw you pull your phone out and hurriedly type something, and a few seconds later, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He withdrew it and checked the message, already knowing it was from you.

I love you, Robbie. To the stars...

He smiled to himself and quickly replied.

...and back.

A week before your due date, you were having a checkup at the hospital when a hot, dull ache began in your lower back. It gradually travelled around to your stomach and then down into your groin. The midwife took one look at your face and passed you a hospital phone.

“Call your husband.”

Bob was just about to head up in a plane when he heard his name being called. He spun, trying to locate the owner of the voice, when Pete sprinted up to him, clapping a hand down on his shoulder.

“Get out of that gear and get your ass to the hospital” he ordered, eyes wide. “Your wife is in labour.”

He ran, dropping the heaviest parts of his flight gear on the way to the locker room. He undressed and threw on his civilian clothes as fast as he could, not even bothering with the buttons.

He made it to the hospital in twenty minutes flat, his heart pounding against his breastbone, an invisible tattoo.

You looked up and smiled when he entered the room you had been escorted to, his hair dishevelled and blue eyes wild.

“Are you okay? What happened?”

He rattled off a list of questions and you waited until he had exhausted it before you spoke.

“Everything is fine” you assured him. “Contractions started. I’m five centimetres dilated already. It’s moving fast.”

Just as you spoke the last word, another toe curling pain burrowed through you, and Bob watched anxiously as you disappeared inside yourself, riding out the pain.

He watched it happen over and over again, unable to do anything but hold your hand and wait for the miracle.

And what a miracle it was. Ten hours later, Daniel Robert Floyd made his grand entrance, wailing at the top of his lungs until he was settled in your arms and he went suddenly quiet, blue eyes searching out your face.

Bob sat beside you, leaning over on the edge of the bed, wide eyed and gazing at his son, perfect and new.

And even when the silence was broken by Dagger Squad piling in the room with balloons and a sign, it didn’t bother him. The miracle was his to hold.

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msweebyness · 1 month

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Miraculous Barbie: Nathaniel as Rapunzel

Here it is, the first entry in my Barbie movie adaptation series, with Nath in the lead role! Enjoy! @artzychic27 @imsparky2002

"Love and imagination can change the world."

CAST:

Nathaniel Kurtzberg as Rapunzel

Marc Anciel as Prince Stefan

Alix Kubdel as Penelope

Petra Markov as Hobie

Cash as Gothel

Phillipe as Otto

Alim Kubdel as Hugo

Penny & Alyssa Anciel- King Frederick/Stefan’s Mother

Kiran Anciel as Princess Katrina

Aya Kurtzberg as King Wilhelm

And so our story begins…

In a manor deep in the woods, there lived a young man named Nathaniel, fair as they came with long, beautiful red hair that reached to the floor.

The manor was concealed from the outside world, not only by the dark and monster-filled forest, but by a magic wall that stretched high into the sky, so high you couldn’t even see the top!

It was here that Nathaniel lived, working as a housekeeper for Cash, a callous and cold nobleman who was skilled in dark sorcery. Nathaniel was expected to keep the house in perfect order, with every nook and cranny spotless and a boatload of chores every day.

Nathaniel had been told by Cash that he was abandoned at only a few days old in the woods, and had been raised by Cash as his own since then, and that it was for this reason that maintaining the house was the least he could do. (Cash also had his sleazy pet ferret, Phillipe, who was a constant nuisance.)

Nathaniel had lived most of his life as a servant, but at the very least he had his art supplies to pursue his greatest passion: painting! His room was filled with beautiful images he had created with his brushes, many of the kinds of places he wishes to see someday. He also wasn’t lonely, because he had his two best friends. Alix, a young dragon who would one day be bound to serve Cash as her father, Alim did. And Petra, an anxious but well-meaning rabbit.

Daring and restless as she was, Alix longed for nothing more than to fly over the top of the magic wall and soar over the lands beyond. But Alim forbade it, positing that his daughter was too young and too inexperienced a flyer, which frustrated Alix to no end. Petra would often use her sensitive hearing to alert Nathaniel when Cash is returning so he can put his painting away, as the man often derides it as a “waste of time”.

One day, while Nathaniel is preparing Cash’s tea, Alix, while trying to use her still developing fire-breath to assist, accidentally knocks into a statue, which opens a passageway to a secret lower level of the manor. Nathaniel goes down to explore it, followed by an eager Alix and a nervous Petra. While down in the foreboding cellar, they discover invitations to various balls addressed to Cash…and an old painting of him with a red-haired woman, whose face has been slashed out.

But their most intriguing discovery by far, is an old ornate box containing a gorgeous and intricate silver hairbrush. What’s most striking about it is the inscription on the back: “Constant as the stars above, always know that you are loved. To our dearest son, Nathaniel, on his first birthday. With love forever, Mother and Father.” This confuses Nathaniel as it conflicts with the story he’d always been told by Cash.

He’s interrupted from considering this further when Cash calls for him, vowing to return later and investigate the room, as Petra and Alix work to get the room back in order, placing things back where they found them. But Nathaniel takes the silver brush with him. It says it belongs to him after all!

When Cash lays down for his afternoon rest, Nathaniel returns to the secret cellar, still thinking about the message on the brush. But when Petra accidentally startles Alix, causing her to punch a hole in the floorboards with her foot, Nathaniel discovers a secret tunnel that seems to lead away from the manor! Assuring his friends he’ll return soon, he goes to investigate.

Emerging from the tunnel, Nathaniel finds himself just outside a lovely little village that sits by a beautiful castle. Deciding to explore, he meets many of the villagers and is surprised by how friendly everyone seems to be. He almost feels at home here, even though he’s never left the manor before, and he finds himself wanting to stay and see more!

Meanwhile, back at the manor, Alix and Petra are worrying about their friend, waiting anxiously for him to return. Alix is contemplating flying over the magic wall to go try and find Nathaniel, when Petra alerts her that her father has arrived and is looking for her. Alix goes outside to meet him, and the two have the same argument they have many a day about her being too young to fly over the wall, leading Alix to storm off angrily as she’s still worrying about her best friend.

As Nathaniel goes for a walk by the river, he happens upon three children playing in a grove, the young Prince Kiran, and his two friends, Chris and Manon. But when Kiran goes over to fetch some apples from a tree for their horse, he falls into a pit trap in the ground, dangling above a deadly tangle of briars! Nathaniel rushes over to help, while Chris and Manon ride to find help as well. Nathaniel gets ahold of Kiran’s hand and manages to pull him up, only to lose his balance and nearly fall in himself! But someone catches him just in time…

It’s then that Nathaniel meets Prince Marc, Kiran’s older brother, who thanks him for helping the boy. While the children ride off to continue playing, Marc and Nathaniel begin to talk. Nathaniel states that this is his first time in the village and it’s certainly been exciting. Marc then asks if he comes from the kingdom of Queen Aya, explaining to a curious Nathaniel that she was the one who had ordered the pit trap to be set, going on to explain the years-long feud between her and the rulers of this kingdom, Queen Penelope and Queen Alyssa, who Aya claimed had done something unforgivable to her. Nathaniel asks why they can’t just talk and clear the air, but Marc sadly posits that they seem to be long past the point that that’s a possibility.

Hearing the three children begin to argue, Marc goes to check on them, as Nathaniel hears the clock in the village chime and realizes he needs to hurry back to the manor! Marc returns to find that Nathaniel has already left, wondering if he’ll get to see him again and realizing they never even exchanged names, but unbeknownst to them both…Phillipe happened to be wandering the village that day, and spotted Nathaniel, ready to report to his master!

Meanwhile, back in the manor, Nathaniel tells Alix and Petra all about the village and how wonderful it was. He tells them about the man he met, but when Alix asks his name, Nathaniel comes to the same realization that Marc did…just as Cash enters, inquiring if he had a pleasant trip today. Nathaniel asks the man why he never told him about the village, and is told that it was for his own safety, to protect him from the ‘evils’ there.

Cash then demands the name of the young man Nathaniel met in the village, but when Nathaniel tells him he doesn’t know, Cash accuses him of lying. When Nathaniel repeats that he doesn’t know because he didn’t have time to ask, Cash uses his magic to demolish Nathaniel’s paintings and his art supplies. When Alix and Petra try to defend Nathaniel, Cash threatens to harm them with his magic until Nathaniel insists they don’t know anything, and quickly sends them away. He tells Cash that he can’t keep him locked away forever, and in response, Cash transforms Nathaniel’s room into a tower, with no door. He calls for Alim, who he instructs to guard the tower, and tells Nathaniel that when he returns, he expects to be told the name of that young man.

Back in the village, Marc is returning to the palace, promising to help Kiran with his archery once he finishes speaking with their mothers. He enters the throne room where Queen Penelope asks if he’s had any luck finding the young man who saved Kiran, as they would like to express their thanks. When Marc reveals he hasn’t seen the redhead anywhere, Queen Alyssa wonders if he could be one of Aya’s spies. Marc doesn’t believe so, or else he wouldn’t have risked his life for Kiran. It’s reported by a page that there was no sign of Aya’s forces. Alyssa prepares to lead her own raid and tells Marc to be ready. He agrees, but something is clearly on his mind…

Returning to the manor, Nathaniel is still trapped and is now suffering from nightmares. But as he wakes from one, he reads the inscription on the back of the silver hairbrush, and resolves that one day, he will be free. But as he’s sleeping that night, the hairbrush is magically transformed…into a paintbrush.

The next day, Cash visits the village in disguise and learns that there is to be a ball for the elder prince’s birthday, while the knights of the kingdom report to Marc that they still haven’t had any luck finding the young man with the long red hair. Just at that moment, Marc and his mothers ride into the village to discover the aftermath of a terrible attack by Queen Aya’s men. Unbeknownst to them, Cash faked the attack with his magic, wanting to hurry a declaration of war along.

Back at the manor, Alix and Petra are using berries, vegetables and leaves from the garden to make new paints for Nathaniel, while contemplating how they could possibly help him escape. They bring the new paint to Nathaniel, who is incredibly grateful and discovers the transformed brush. But when he goes to use it on the wall, he discovers that it creates the images in his mind, without him even needing paint! And when a butterfly flies out of the image he painted of the village, and then Petra seems to fall through it, that’s when he discovers that this magical paintbrush can create portals…

When Nathaniel passes through the painting/portal, he ends up in the same grove where he met Marc…who just so happens to be there eating lunch, and is ecstatic to see him again! It’s then that Marc finally learns Nathaniel’s name, but Nathaniel insists that it’s better if he doesn’t learn Marc’s just yet. The prince is confused but agrees.

Nathaniel then shows Marc the paintbrush, asking if he can help find out who made it, in the hopes that that person may know who his parents are. Marc takes him to the silversmith, who recognizes the brush as the work of his brother, who unfortunately lives in Aya’s kingdom and who he misses terribly, as no one has gone between the two kingdoms since the beginning of the feud. Nathaniel is disheartened, but resolves to keep looking.

Back at the manor, Petra hears Cash approaching, and Alix panics, knowing that it he comes to the tower to discover Nathaniel gone, her father will pay the price! Petra goes to stall Cash while Alix travels through the painting to find Nathaniel.

Back at the palace gardens, Nathaniel gives Marc an invitation to the Masked Ball in honor of ‘the prince’s’ birthday, and Nathaniel agrees to come. Just then, Alix appears in the garden, through the painting/portal, and Marc draws his sword, thinking she’s dangerous because, well, dragon! But Nathaniel assures him Alix is his friend. Alix pleads with Nathaniel to return to the tower at least long enough that Cash won’t punish her father, and Nathaniel agrees, promising to return for the ball. He paints a portal back to the tower, arriving just in time.

Now back in the tower, Cash demands once again to know the name of the man Nathaniel met, and once again is told he doesn’t know. Angry, Cash tells the boy he can rot in the tower for all he cares. Nathaniel tells Alix that they all need to leave that night, and Alix must convince her father to come too.

Back at the palace, Marc is taking a stroll with Queen Penelope, and hesitantly asks if he might be permitted to invite Queen Aya as a gesture of good will, a step toward ending the feud. Penelope refuses, telling him peaceful resolutions are impossible with all that’s been done. This was the answer Marc had feared, and he doesn’t know what to do.

Back in the tower, Nathaniel uses the magical paintbrush to create a beautiful violet gown for himself, with Alix and Petra presenting him with an intricate mask to match the dress. But just at that moment, Cash appears and compliments Nathaniel, only to cut his long red hair off, and destroy both the painting/portal and the magical brush. He then casts an enchantment on the tower: "Tower, tower, do your part, never release your prisoner with a lying heart! Here for as these words are spoken, this fearsome spell can never be broken!" Blaming Alim for allowing Nathaniel to escape once again, he chains the dragon to the tower with magic. He then leaves to attend the ball, disguising himself as Nathaniel using the hair he sheared from the boy.

Back at the palace, Queen Aya has arrived in secret and is planning to launch an attack to make Queens Alyssa and Penelope pay for what she believes they’ve done, once and for all!

It’s then that Cash arrives at the ball, disguised as Nathaniel, and is spotted by Marc. Marc follows him and is led into the castle’s hedge maze, only for Cash to reveal himself, letting Nathaniel’s long red hair fall to the ground. Marc demands to know what the man has done with Nathaniel, but Cash only fires at him with his magic, forcing Marc to flee.

Alix goes to visit Alim, and begs him to help her help Nathaniel, explaining how the boy came back to prevent Cash from killing her father for letting him escape. Alim theorizes that if Nathaniel hasn’t been lying to Cash about knowing Marc’s name, then the spell shouldn’t keep him in the tower. So Alix flies up to Nathaniel, and sure enough, he’s able to pass through the magical barrier. While Alim is still apprehensive about his daughter being ready to go over the wall, he understands it’s what must be done, and Alix flies over it for the first time, carrying Nathaniel and Petra to the palace to try and stop Cash.

Back at the palace, Cash continues to pursue Marc, being sidetracked by Kiran and the other children. He fires a spell at Kiran, only for Marc to pull him out of the way, stalling Cash by dropping a banner on him. Meanwhile, in the ballroom, Queen Aya arrives and engages in a battle of swords with Queen Alyssa, while Queen Penelope evacuates all the guests.

Cash then enters the ballroom, and Aya recognizes him, with Marc questioning this. Aya explains that she knew him many years ago, they had been good friends. This infuriates Cash, who proclaims that they were more than friends, that they had been in love. Aya states that she was never in love with him, she saw him as a brother, and Cash states that she will pay for this ‘once again’, which confuses Aya.

Instead of explaining, Cash asks Queen Penelope why she and her wife despise Aya, with the Queen stating that Aya attacked their kingdom and people without cause, which is furiously refuted with the claim that they had stolen her son, which Queen Alyssa angrily denies. Cash then reveals that Alyssa is telling the truth…he stole the young prince. A furious Aya demands to know where he took Nathaniel, with Marc immediately recognizing the name. Cash states that where he is doesn’t matter as she will never see him again.

Only for Nathaniel himself to arrive with Alix and Petra just as Cash is about to blast everyone with his magic, demanding that he stop making everyone suffer. Cash refuses and blasts the chandelier, setting the ballroom ablaze, with Marc helping Nathaniel to escape. The two, along with Alix and Petra, lead Cash into the gardens, tricking him into entering the painting/portal of the tower Nathaniel left behind earlier.

With Cash now imprisoned forever due to all the lies he has told, the battle has been won. Nathaniel reunites with Aya, who apologizes to Alyssa and Penelope for all the trouble she caused them. The Queens accept her apology, knowing they would have been just as distraught if Marc was stolen from them.

Speaking of which, Nathaniel and Marc got to know each other better and started a beautiful relationship that lasted for five years before they were happily married and moved into their own castle by the sea, with Alix, Petra and Alim all living the good life there.

And they all lived happily ever after!

Their love will be Constant as the Stars Above! Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs, and watch for the next installment!

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I just watched the "10 most incompetent Star Trek Admirals" on Youtube, and realized that Idiotwood from Volume Two to Volume 7 shares the same tunnel vision and paranoia/fear of these incompetent admirals. No wonder Ironwood was a villain. CRWBY studied well-intentioned extremists from Star Trek. Team RWBY was like the Enterprise. No wonder I felt bad for Ironwood yet hated him from the beginning.

I’m no expert in Star Trek admirals, but from what I remember they’ve often got two significant problems that Ironwood doesn’t: extreme xenophobia and specific, selfish motivations. A lot of the bureaucratic antagonists in Star Trek function as a foil to the open-minded crew of the Enterprise: they don’t trust the Klingons, or the Romulans, or the Changelings, so they release criminals, or develop secret cloaking technology, or create elaborate attacks on their own people to later blame on the aliens, all in an effort to create some long-term, presumed peace with -- you guessed it -- the Federation at the center of it all when the dust clears. Yeah, there’s the underlying message that the ends don’t justify the means (something Ironwood is absolutely arguing in Volume 8), but the far more significant message is that the admirals only reached this conclusion because their xenophobia blinded them to other options. They won't even consider working with/compromising with/sacrificing something for an alien species whose culture is "uncivilized" to them, so the only option that's left, to their mind, is a horrific one. The Enterprise crew is the one (usually) offering to talk it out, or find another, non-violent solution, even with their worst enemies, demonstrating the acceptance of diversity that the bureaucrats not engaging in first contacts and not putting their lives on the line in the name of peaceful exploration have lost sight of.

So there are some key differences there. The first is that the admirals tend to be active whereas Volumes 2-7 Ironwood is reactive. He focuses on defense (a robotic army on hand just in case, built so that real people aren’t put on the front lines) rather than secret, offensive strategies that knowingly endanger others. Penny most definitely technically falls into that category, but like so much else in RWBY, the comparison falls apart once you dig one layer down. Though Penny is indeed a secret project who is meant to bring peace to Remnant -- a purpose which, notably, RWBY drops after Volume 3... -- she’s not a threat to innocents, or to a morally gray enemy that the narrative argues should be compromised with, not destroyed. From the get-go Penny is presented as just a girl with powers, like our protagonists, and though our generic Vytal audience is shocked at her existence, they’re not afraid of an android by default. The people adore Penny when she’s resurrected and the whole “Omg she attacked Robyn’s party!” was... badly done, to put it mildly. The point being that Ironwood’s secret, morally ambiguous project (which, for the record, is really PIETRO’S secret, morally ambiguous project) isn’t a threat to anyone or perceived as such, unlike most of the admirals who are doing shady things that also pose a legitimate, unambiguous threat.

In order for Ironwood to be like many of ST’s admirals I can remember, he’d need to have made a major sacrifice/endangered others in the name of achieving a long-term goal. The closest we get to that is him abandoning Mantle, but that’s a reaction to Salem’s attack, not something he comes up with on his own. There’s a big difference between “Holy shit an immortal witch is going to kill us all, so I’m going to save who I can because no one can come up with a way where we all survive” and “Hmm. Maybe if I kill these people and blame it on the witch, everyone will join together and defeat her. Getting rid of Salem is worth a little murder, right?” Basically, Ironwood is not Watchman’s Ozymandias. Ironwood’s plan to achieve peace is to build a communication tower and, again, we might have a legit comparison if RWBY had ever established why materials for a CTV tower were supposedly decimating Mantle and the ways in which Ironwood is ignoring a better solution. The admirals plans’ are always actively harming someone -- they’re threatening an already established peace, or willfully hurting a community when there are other options, or covering up someone who deserves punishment, etc. -- and it’s firmly established that they Did Not Need to Do This. In contrast, RWBY establishes that it’s 100% necessary to use these resources if they want the tower built -- remember, Ruby wants the tower too -- but Ironwood is somehow still bad because there are consequences for using them, even though those consequences don’t make any sense. It’s like going “Yes, if you want a cake we need to use sugar and then there won’t be any left for other bakes today” only for someone to respond, “No, I want the cake and for there to be plenty of sugar left for other projects because that’s Fair and Good. How dare you not find a way to manage that. I don’t know how to do it, but YOU’RE the bad guy if you can’t magically make the cake and have plenty of sugar leftover. What’s our other project? Oh, building a wall. What do you mean that makes no sense? Don’t question why we want sugar to build a wall, just magic up our cake without using the sugar!” Unlike most Star Trek plot-lines, RWBY is terrible at establishing the basic facts that allow the audience to go, “The Bad Guy is indeed doing a terrible, unnecessary thing in the name of a larger, sympathetic goal and thus though we might understand their position, we can’t support it.”

The other major difference is that the admirals often have some selfish goal that’s an underlying motivation. They want to appear important and in control; the one who always knows better than the starship captain. They want advanced technology to increase their/the Federation’s power, presenting a colonizer-like ideology that the rest of the Federation must fight against. They want to eradicate a planet/culture due to that xenophobia and hide that desire behind ‘protecting’ others. I’m pretty sure at least two in Star Trek’s history were after freaking immortality. The point is that they’re almost always bad guys outside of whatever “the needs of the many” arguments they’ve got going on -- and the fact that Kirk and Spock are the originators of that claim certainly complicates things. Kirk himself is an admiral who does some Shady Stuff in the name of getting what he wants, Spock, but of course we support that because we care more about their relationship than we do the rules, or even a ship full of Klingons -- but Ironwood doesn’t have anything else going on? He’s overtly set up to contrast another antagonist, Jacques, who is known for his racism and his greed. He consistently supports the heroes in ways that never backfire, or turn out to be manipulation (praising Ruby, telling the kids they can leave the Beacon fight, Yang’s arm, defending Weiss, letting them stay in Atlas, etc.) He’s not shown to be racist against the faunus. He’s not after some selfish gain like, say, securing the Staff to enact a personal wish. He’s shown to put off martial law until the final hour and until he went Cartoon Villain, frequently and in earnest sought out others’ opinions. Up until hours before his death, Ironwood has the least information out of the entire group, putting him in the worst position to pull any strings. We literally get a scene in which a child fills him in on the Biggest Secret Ever and his reaction is to quietly grapple with that, a huge contrast to our heroes’ violence and dismissal. The fandom claims that Ironwood is power-hungry, but power-hungry people don’t beg allies to help them fix problems, or go through 99% of their run-time with very little, actual power (being on the council means nothing in this war. Ozpin, and then later Ruby, hold all the cards that matter). Ironwood possesses a lot of political power due to a flawed system that he’s likely too young to have built and he can be stubborn when he thinks he’s hit on the right solution, but damn... he’s got nothing on Ruby. Presenting tunnel-vision as an antagonists’ crucial flaw depends heavily on not giving your hero the exact same flaw, only worse and presented as a defining strength.

Now toss in that the Enterprise almost always has a plan that the admiral refuses to listen to. I’ve long argued that it’s crucial that Team RWBY were unable to come up with a better solution for Ironwood than, “Idk we’ll just win somehow because we’re the good guys!!” Ironwood was never offered a better solution and, crucially, he is shown to be in the right. As fans have said over and over, it's not paranoia -- a dangerous, inaccurate fear -- when the character is 100% correct in the level of threat they're facing. Ironwood says it’s too dangerous to hold the festival without additional protection and sure enough, Cinder launches a massive grimm attack that decimates the school. This event proves that the Kingdoms are all in danger, thus necessitating more security and, lo and behold, huntsmen are being murdered off and again Cinder sneaks past their defenses. He wants to create the communication tower which our heroes are BIG fans of... despite knowing, unlike Ironwood, that more forces won’t defeat Salem due to her immortality. Ironwood said they couldn’t defeat Salem and guess what? They couldn’t. The heroes ran just like he planned to, the only difference is that they waited a whole lot longer, lost two Relics along the way, got a friend killed, ‘died’ themselves, and still didn’t rescue everyone--the one thing that would have made their choice better than his. It’s important to show that the antagonists are operating under flawed thinking, which indeed usually happens with ST’s admirals, but with Ironwood I’m always going, “He’s right though? I mean, the fandom likes to ignore/twist/make up stuff that makes him seem wrong, but based on actual, canonical facts the guy has been nailing it when it comes to assessing the danger of each situation. The fact that the assessment is continually ‘Our situation sucks and there are no good options here’ isn’t his fault.”

TL;DR

Ironwood reacts to established threats rather than plotting attacks of his own.

His reactions are primarily defensive rather than offensive.

The enemy he’s fighting is an Established Evil (Salem) and Literal Monsters Without Souls (grimm) as opposed to a different species the story has worked to get the viewer attached to (Klingons, Romulans, etc.).

Despite what the fandom would like to claim in an effort to make things more palatable, Ironwood is not doing all this to achieve a selfish, personal goal.

The heroes are not able to offer Ironwood better options like ST’s crews usually are.

The plot consistently proves Ironwood right, rather then demonstrating how unnecessary and needlessly cruel his plans are.

+1 Ironwood is an established character a lot of fans love, not a one-off side character whose sole purpose is to Be The Bad Guy.

+2 Star Trek is a show that’s all about the morally gray, tough decisions, and how we fight for what’s right in the face of that ambiguity. RWBY wishes it were Star Trek. If CRWBY did study ST, they studied it like all their other inspirations: copying the basics without understanding what made them work in the first place.

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To celebrate 100 years of audio drama, the BBC, an early pioneer of the form, and today the biggest broadcaster of audio drama globally, will broadcast a series of new dramas across September, with more to be announced later this year. The programmes will pay homage to the rich heritage of audio drama on the BBC, as well as looking towards the future.

You Must Listen is a new adaptation of a lost radio drama by science-fiction legend Nigel Kneale, starring Reece Shearsmith, in which a solicitor’s office has a new phone line connected, but the staff keep hearing a woman’s voice on the phone. When an engineer is called to fix the problem, the disturbing truth starts to emerge.

The dramas will also look towards the future of audio drama with two plays from innovative contemporary writers. Slow Air, Dan Rebellato’s play about love, memory and intergenerational secrets, explores a curious geological formation in Sicily through which sound takes 32 years to pass. Radio Waves follows a spaceship tasked with tracking extra-terrestrial audio activity, which ends up finding stories closer to home, written by new talents Magdalene Bird, Jack Fairey and Mohsen Shah.

Alison Hindell, Radio 4 Commissioning Editor for Drama and Fiction, says: “The past 100 years have seen huge changes in the world of audio drama, but the BBC’s commitment to this very special form remains the same. I’m looking forward to sharing these new dramas with Radio 4 listeners throughout September, which draw on the legacy of pioneering audio dramas from the past century, as well as showcasing some of the best work happening in the field today.”

Slow Air – 18 September, 2.15pm – 3pm

A new drama all about love, memory and sound, with a science fiction twist. A play of whispers and promises, signals from the past and to the future, Slow Air is a hymn to sending out messages, stories, secrets and sounds into the air. A curious geological formation in Sicily creates a thick funnel of slow air, through which sound takes 32 years to pass. A young couple on honeymoon in 1991, Paul and Zoe, visited the site and whispered their hopes for a future lived together, imagining themselves making a return trip in older age. But eight years later Zoe died in a car accident. In 2023, Penny, their daughter, tries to persuade Paul to return to Crete. He doesn’t want to, but with an old flame’s unexpected help, Penny persuades Paul to go back to hear Zoe’s message. But will the message reach him?

Written by Dan Rebellato, award-winning dramatist and Professor of Contemporary Theatre at Royal Holloway.

You Must Listen – 20 September, 2pm – 3pm

A solicitor’s office has a new phone line connected, but the staff keep hearing a woman’s voice on the phone. Engineer Frank Wilson is called to fix the problem, and gradually the disturbing story of the woman starts to emerge.

Originally broadcast in September 1952, You Must Listen was written by Nigel Kneale, one of the most admired English science-fiction writers of the last century. His Quatermass trilogy of science fiction serials continues to influence generations of admirers and filmmakers, among them Russell T Davies and John Carpenter. Before The Quatermass Experiment established his television career, Kneale’s radio drama You Must Listen paved the way for what was to come. It explores many of the same themes that he later addressed in Quatermass, The Stone Tape and The Road, of the paranormal coming into collision with modern science.

No recording of the original version of You Must Listen is known to exist, but fortunately Kneale kept a copy of the script in his archives, and this new version has been recorded to mark the centenary of BBC Radio Drama. Produced and directed by Simon Barnard. A Bafflegab production for BBC Radio 4.

Radio Waves – 21 September, 2.15pm – 3pm

It is 2065 and Captain Avery Jones is on a solo voyage into deep space. Armed with a Sonophone, her mission is to try and pick up extra-terrestrial audio activity. But the Sonophone also receives all the radio waves emanating from earth and Avery finds herself tuning in to a myriad of stories. We listen in to Rhea, who is being interviewed by an android about her life story and eavesdrop into a virtual world where talent agency manager Suzy has to deal with the fall-out from her client’s public trashing of his sponsor.

In the centenary year of audio drama, Radio Waves looks forward, exploring the human impulses to narrativise our lives and taking a sideways look at the way current media trends interact with audio drama. Executive Producer: Joby Waldman. A Reduced Listening production for BBC Radio 4.

-- Be nice if they also resurrected some of the classic BBC Radio Dramas from the archives to celebrate this centenary!

Reminder, you can listen to BBC Radio anywhere in the world without impediment.

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I roll up to the Hard Deck, parking my Bronco in one of the Active Duty Parking spots. I made sure to get here early enough to claim one. Walking through the saloon style doors, a bell chimes alerting the bar goers and staff that another patron has entered.

As I approach my usual spot at the bar I’m greeted by none other than the wonderful Penny Benjamin. “Looking good tonight Rio! Do you want your usual?”

I nod back to her, “Yes please, actually can you make it a double? And possibly bring out two of them?” I question her.

She cocks her brow up at me, “What’s going on Rio?” I see her giving me that stern motherly glare, something I’ve only ever gotten after Penny stepped in to be my mother figure.

“Nothing bad Pen, just want to celebrate a job well done, teaching yet another Navigation course to some cocky whatever branch you wanna call that, oh wait Army infantry men.”

The hearty laughter that escaped the lips of my mother figure brought a smile to my face, “Now Rio, you do know you used to be one of those Army infantry men.”

I roll my eyes, “Yes mama Pen, I do realize that.” I say whining back to her.

“Now Rio, come on, stop acting like you’re twelve years old.” I cock my head to the side and just stare at her for a minute before pointedly saying, “Mama Pen, you do realize I actually never got to act like a twelve year old when I was actually twelve, right?”

She just shakes her head at me, “I know dear.” She reaches across the bar and gently squeezes my shoulder, and I rest my head against her hand.

I quickly perk my head up off her hand at the very familiar feeling in my back pocket as Penny places my two double shots down in front of me. “Hey mama Pen, mind keeping my seat warm for me?” I ask, while pointing to the ringing phone in my hand, while mouthing the words ‘Restricted Caller’ to her. She nods once to me before nodding towards the door that leads to her private office.

I quickly take one of my double shots before running off to Penny’s office. Once inside I shut and lock the door, before pressing the green answer button, and cheerily answering, “Go for Rio!” I hear a man on the other line clear his throat, “This is not the time for callsigns Aviator.” I immediately gulped back down the pit that had rapidly formed in my stomach and had crawled up my throat. I clear my throat, beginning, “Sorry Sir, this is Commander Nox, may I ask who I’m speaking with?”

“Commander, this is Admiral Beau Simpson from NAS North Island.” The pit sinks further into my stomach now. “Yes Sir.” I reply awaiting his next response. “Commander I know your callsign proceeds you as the partying type but your reputation also proceeds you, but I’m calling for an extremely Urgent matter. Would you be able to stop by tomorrow for a meeting in my office?”

I let out the breath I was holding, “Yes Sir, what time should I be there?” He clears his throat again, “I’ll be sending you all that information in an encrypted message here shortly, I look forward to discussing matters with you tomorrow.”

“Roger that, Sir, I’ll be there.” I say before Admiral Simpson ends the call. I quickly put my phone away, and made my way back out to the Bar top. I take my seat, slumping against the bar and sighing. “Rough day?” A raspy voice rings out next to me. I turn to look at who the raspy voice came from, to spot a nearly 6’2 man, with honey brown curls and the most gorgeous honey eyes. “Oh uh, something like that.” I respond coolly, while grabbing my other double shot and throwing it back like it was water.

He just peers over to me, like he just saw an animal with 3 heads or something. “Yeah, considering how easily you just knocked back the shot there, I’d lay odds that it’s definitely been a day for you.” I chuckle dryly, “Yeah you can definitely say that again.” I raise my hand to get Penny’s attention, “Hey Penny, could I get another?” She gives me a disapproving glare, before pouring my third double of the night.

“Take a Break after this one Rio.” She says scoldingly. “Yes Mom.” I groan back. The Honey haired man looks back to Penny to get his round of shots, before looking back to me, “Cheers?” He offers as he holds his shot glass up to me. I clink my shot glass against his, before hitting it on the bar top and tossing it back.

“So uh, Mom?” The man next to me rasps, prying for more information on the situation between Penny and I. “Not my real mother, she pretty much became my only mother figure when I first arrived here.” I rambled out before I could even stop the word vomit caused by my double shots. “It’s really nothing to worry about though.” I tried to say it convincingly enough, hoping that he would stop prying.

“Okay well, Rio then?” He questions, turning his body on the stool to face me.

“Yup-” I say, popping the sound on the p. “That’s what all my Navy buddies call me at least.”

He does a double take before leaning over to try to look me in the face, while I stare dead ahead, watching Penny in her element.

“Wait you’re Navy, how come I’ve never seen you around before now?”

“Before now, wait, are you trying to tell me you’re Navy too or something. Oh god, don’t tell me you're in the Army.” I say trying to look at him before scrubbing my face with my hands. I’m met with a hearty chuckle.

When I bring my face out of my hands, he feigns hurt, “Army, that’s what I’m reduced to?!” He shakes his head no, “No I’m definitely Navy, I’m Rooster.”

He offers me his hand to shake, and I do, but can’t help joking, “Rooster huh, your parents hate you or something?”

This time he lets out a full belly laugh, “Quite the opposite, they adored the daylights out of me, I was perfect.”

I cock my eyebrow up at him, “Oh that explains it all, they named you Rooster after your cockiness.”

“Actually they just called me baby goose.” He pauses for a beat, “Rooster was given by my flight school group.”

I nod taking in the information this man was so willing to share with me.

“Flight school huh, so you’re an Aviator. The name fits you even more now.” He smirks at my comment, taking a swig of the beer I hadn’t seen nor heard him order.

“So why do they call you Rio?” He pries again trying to get it out of me.

I take the moment to plaster the most devilish grin on my face, “Now if I told you I’d have to kill you.” I smirk back at him, before breaking character, and laughing my ass off.

Penny turns to look at me at just the right moment and I nod her over to us. “Penny this sad sap wants to meet Rio, what do you say?”

Penny scrubs her face, and walks over to the tequila and pours me a double shot, passing it over to me before nodding towards the phone connected to the Bluetooth speaker system.

I turn on my ‘Going Out 🪩’ playlist and shuffling it, the first song that plays is “Move Ya Body” by Nina Sky, and Jabba. I flip through the playlist to queue up the next song I want in the shuffle. I toss back the double shot of Tequila while the rhythm and vibe changes in the bar.

As I hear Move Ya Body coming to an end, I take Rooster's hand, assuming that I’ll never see him again after tonight, and lead him to the middle of the floor.

‘Naughty Girl’ by Beyoncé starts playing and I start off with a little bit of a tango, to get the heart rates rising. Midway through the song I turn on my Rio persona, and turn around and start grinding and dancing seductively on Rooster, his hands immediately finding my hips and matching my energy.

I can feel the Semi that Rooster is now working with, and we carry on dancing like that for another song or two, before I let the party animal persona die down and return the bar to its normal nature.

I stroll back over to the bar, turning my playlist off and requesting two waters from Penny. Rooster sits back down on the barstool he was occupying earlier and before I take a seat on the one I was occupying, I lean over, and whisper against the shell of his right ear, “Welcome to Rio.”

I watch as all the tiny hairs stand up on the back of his neck and down his arms. As I take my spot back on my stool, I peer over for just a brief moment, and I can see the creeping red flush climbing up his neck, before it settles hard in his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

Penny sets the two waters in front of us, Rooster is immediately grabbing for his water and gulping it down. I start to take a drink of mine, when suddenly I hear Rooster next to me start to choke on his. I can only assume as he grows even more flush after settling back down that the last few minutes had caught up to him again.

“Y’know Rooster, you’re supposed to drink the water, not inhale it.” I laugh sarcastically.

“Yeah yeah, very funny Rio.” He glares at me through a side eye.

I feel a familiar buzzing in my back pocket, and pull my phone out looking at it quickly. My face pinches, as I read how early Admiral Simpson wants me to meet him tomorrow.

“Everything alright?” Rooster says, pulling my attention back to him.

“Oh yeah, just peachy, just some Admiral wanting a meeting.” I say blowing off the importance of the text message.

“So why do they call you Rooster anyways?” I attempt to pry the meaning of his since he knows why I’m called Rio.

“Well–” he pauses, “–This party animal once told me, if I tell you, I’d have to kill you.” He smirks with the devilish grin that I wore earlier.

“Oh really now, I think I can figure it out, your entire persona exudes cockiness.” I roll my eyes, before drinking more of my water.

Rooster flags down Penny, and sets down his card to pay his tab. She runs the card and gets him to sign the receipt. He puts his card back into the black bifold wallet, he then leans over to whisper into the shell of my ear, “If you really want to know, follow me.” He purposefully brushes his fingers against my arm as he walks away.

“Penny!” I yell to her, dropping my card on the bar top, to pay my tab. I don’t even wait to get my card back, I’m quickly peeling myself away from the bar to follow Rooster.

He walks into the bathroom, and my eyes widen. I quickly look around the bar to make sure no is looking in this direction before slipping into the bathroom myself.

As soon as I walk in, Rooster slams the door shut, locking it behind me, before we end up in a very heated and bruising kiss and a tangle of arms and legs with my back pressed firmly against the door.

I slowly snake my hands up his arms, feeling every hill and valley in his muscular form, the thoughts that race through my head are enough to make a nun faint, and soak my panties a little more.

We pull apart just long enough to get a breath of air, a small string of spit still connecting our mouths. “Roo–” was all I was able to squeak out before one smooth solid motion had my pants unzipped, and his big muscular hand connecting itself to my aching core, and the most sinful moan escaped shortly after, as I pulled him back in for another bruising kiss.

The combination of me squeaking out a partial of his callsign, the sinful moan, and the ever growing slick at my core, had him groaning into my mouth and pulling one of my legs up around his waist.

I waste no time grinding against him, wrapping my arms around his neck, and my other leg around his waist, as his other hand slips down to cup my ass and carries me over to the bathroom counter.

He drops me back down to my feet, and I take advantage of that, wasting no time in unzipping his pants, and freeing his length from the confines of his pants and boxers, springing out before me.

I take in the gorgeous sight before me, and pump his length a few times, then using the precum as lubricant, he groans again, throwing his head back. When his gaze meets mine again, those gorgeous honey eyes are gone, and are replaced by gorgeous dark chocolate eyes as his gaze darkened.

Rooster can’t take it any longer, he removes himself from my grasp, and grabs my hips, spinning me around to face the counter.

“Grab the counter.” He commands, and I submit to him. I lay against the counter, holding on, while he swiftly pulls my pants and panties down enough to gain access. He kicks my feet apart, and then rubs his hard length against my folds, and leans over me, kissing my neck softly.

I grind my hips against his, and that’s all that was needed for him to slip in, and fully seat himself inside me, before quickly picking up the pace and slamming into me as wet skin slaps together.

“R-Rooster, please.” I whine as I reach down to fondle my clit, but my hand is quickly swatted away, before his hand slowly creeps down the soft skin of my tummy, past my hips, he grabs a fistful of my thigh, finally making his way to my clit.

The pace in which his fingers worked over my clit was agonizing, far too slow, and way too much teasing.

He continues his tirade on my body, thrusting rough and fast, as his left hand works agonizingly slow on my clit, his right snakes up my body, to my throat, all blood now being restricted. I let out another sinful guttural moan and I topple quickly over the edge, my moans and climax sending Rooster quickly over the edge as well.

He pulls out and we quickly clean up, and put our clothes back on. I had turned around to face him, leaning against the counter now.

“I definitely see why they call you Rooster now.” I say, before palming the front of his jeans, and placing a chaste kiss to his cheek, and walking out the bathroom door towards my seat at the bar, to collect the card from Mama Pen.

I tap impatiently against the bar needing to get out here before Rooster comes out of the bathroom. “Hey I’m heading out for the night, got some other admiral’s ass to kiss in the morning. Love you Mama Pen!”

She grabs my wrist before I leave, “Orion, don’t make an ass of yourself.” She warns, but the only thing I’m worried about is that dopey ass look in Rooster’s eyes that clued me in that he’d have given me his number if I don’t get out of here soon. I nod to Penny and then bolt out of the door, to make my way home.

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What are your thoughts on each of the Team Star kids?

beloveds. all of them. fave has gotta be eri though she’s both the most intimidating and the most loving. like she’s wearing this cool sparkly outfit that manages to scream ‘wrestler’ and ‘princess’ at the same time. but she’s really just another sad bullied girl like the rest of them who wants to do her best. she stands guard outside her own base and almost just challenged us right away. i appreciate that they made another named character among the team star grunts in that base to add to her character (carmen!) so then we find out that eri reached out a hand in friendship even to the girl who ruined her life with bullying because she knew what it felt like to be alone. also the way all eri’s pokémon are in heal balls! she’s the scariest and toughest of team star and she actually wiped the floor with me but at the same time she has the biggest heart of any of them

uh uh ok so for the others. tbh it’s been a while since i did those quests i don’t remember as much. atticus is a nice and polite man i think he’s cool. great character design but also the splatoon colors and patterns lol… hey as a poison type trainer he gets away with it. i do not remember his role in the group unfortunately but wasn’t it like. didn’t he make the code or something and he was super strict about it? or was that giacomo?

anyway giacomo beloved major props to him for composing all team star’s music because their music absolutely slaps. especially the squad boss battle theme. he’s the real mvp of the squad obviously who needs technology or training or whatever if you have killer music.he just seems like a friendly silly guy tbh he seems very chill. i respect him a lot

ortega is so funny even in postgame after y’all are friends he’s still a little brat. he’s like uhGHHHHHGGFG i can’t believe i lost to YOU!!! how old is this child. i would’ve tweaked his design only slightly to make either his hair or eyes darker, or to make one of them two-tone, cuz the all-pale pink isn’t as interesting to look at. or just fix his bangs slightly. otherwise it’s a fantastic design for a fairy-type trainer. and especially for a guy yeah i think ‘snotty pretentious rich boy’ is the best path they could’ve gone with that. but hey little boy can’t we be friends already

mela was the first one i did so i love her. she’s so sassy and fiery (lol) and i was like :0 when it cut away to a flashback to her past bc i wasn’t expecting it (i love that they did that for all the team star kids) basically it was just the first moment i really realized oh these are just a bunch of sad and rebellious kids who want to be with their friends. even in defeat mela still had to act all aloof but i could tell she cared! and she actually gave me a bit of trouble with her battle too bc i wasn’t expecting that revavroom. that was the first battle i really had to use more than one pokémon for; even my strongest mon who was my water-type starter couldn’t carry me the whole time. it was a rewarding experience

penny… she’s great! i just wish we had gotten to see more of her early on. like i know we were actually talking to her the entire time under the guise of cassiopeia but it’s just not the same as having bonded with the *concept of penny* for an entire game. she could’ve just showed up in person more often during starfall street, or we could’ve had one really solid conversation towards the beginning in between us intervening to bail her out from the team star grunts and her messaging us as cassiopeia for the first time. i think it would’ve done a lot. but hey given how much i love the team star storyline i have to give credit where it’s due to the one who made it all possible- both team star, and their downfall. honestly the one thing i think was really missing was nemona and arven asking her questions about it all during the endgame. i would’ve loved for them to hear the truth about team star but it’s too bad it was just never mentioned outside of that exact storyline. if they had cared at all about it and therefore had a reaction to penny talking about it all it would’ve made those endgame interactions even better. like hey remind us why penny’s here and relevant as one of my allies too other than being smart. just the teeeeeeensiest tiny little things i would’ve added if i were working on this story too. no need to remove or change anything, just add more

#team star beloveds!!!#fluffybunnybadass #asks #scarlet and violet #sv spoilers #pokémon

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eucalyptuspines · 2 years

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Lean On Me

Wrecker x Reader Fan Fiction

Chapter One

The Bad Batch

⚠️warning⚠️ This is a slow burn romance (also on ao3 and Wattpad SMUT , SEX, ORAL SEX, VIOLENCE, 18+ story

I do not own Star Wars or the characters

The OC (reader) was create through me and that is all..

For the Wrecker Simps

"This is Master Obi Wan Kenobi. I regret to report that both our Jedi Order and the Republic have fallen. With a dark shadow of the empire rising to take their place. This message is a warning and a reminder for any surviving Jedi, trust in the force. Do not return to the temple that time has passed, and our future is uncertain. We will each be challenged. Our trust...our faith...our friendships, but we must persevere and in time a new hope will emerge. May the force be with you. Always"

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His words echoed in your mind every moment. It didn't matter if you were asleep or awake. The friends you once had were gone, maybe even dead. Your allies in battle, turned their backs on you. Everything was gone.

Maybe I could have stopped it. You thought to yourself.

Your eyes open at the thought, churning your empty stomach with guilt and sadness.

You could still see your master, lying on the ground, the smell of pennies overwhelming you. Shards of glass laying scattered over his robes and around his mangled body.

You could have tried to heal him or seek medical attention. Your mind strikes against you, stirring your stomach even more.

Word was that even the younglings in the temple that night were slain.

You had no contact from anyone at the temple to verify the rumor circulating throughout the city you resided in. Word always seemed to travel fast, especially if there was a high body count.

They died because you are a coward. Another strike.

You kicked the sheets that are laying on top of you and sit up in your bed, reaching over to grab the glass of water on your nightstand. Hands trembling, you bring the glass of water to your lips and slowly drink.

Still shaking you place the cup back on the nightstand and throw your head back down on the pillow with a deep sigh.

Just when you think the water helped, your mind probed at you again.

They had their whole life ahead of them, and they were snuffed out like a flame on a candle.

You threw the sheets off your body and ran to the bathroom.

Lifting the toilet lid, you threw up including all the water you just drank. You could feel the stomach bile burning the back of your throat and caused you to gag. You continued to dry heave a few more times before finally the nausea subsided. You use your arm to wipe the sweat between your brows, while the other hand flushed the toilet.

Standing on shaky legs, you walk to the sink and throw cold water on your face and brush your teeth vigorously. Shutting off the light you return to your living space where you bed lays. There wasn't much to look at. You couldn't exactly live-in luxury when you were a wanted fugitive to the newly developed Empire.

A bed, a shower, food and books were all you needed to be content. Luckily all those things were in the small little hut you chose to dwell in. Sure, the kitchen was tiny, and the bathroom could use repairs but at least it was something, at least you were still alive...unlike your brothers and sisters in the order.

You shake the thought from your head and rub your face with your hands. You look down to the floors examining the cracks beneath your feet. The coolness was welcoming, chasing away the lingering heat that was radiating off your body. Maybe if you could manage to keep under the radar, you could fix this place up, make it your own. Make it a worthy home. The hut had good bones, it just needed a little tender love and care.

The window was cracked open, letting a small breeze caress your flushed cheeks. The fresh air coming through was a delightful bonus, calming your anxious mind. Taking few deeps breaths, you close your eyes and try to pinpoint the certain smells circulating in front of you.

You could smell wood burning, meats being cooked over a flame along the streets of the city. You smelled the sweet caramel of the Mantell Mix you loved. You were soaking it all in when your stomach began to growl at you, asking for food.

You tried to think about the last thing you ate. You didn't think you ate anything solid for a couple days. Your mind was always preoccupied, and you didn't really think about feeding yourself. Maybe that was the guilt.

Guilt.

Your old masters face came back into your mind, blood gurgling in his mouth as he tried to speak.

You push the memory down, knowing that it was not going to help you to keep reliving that moment. As hard as it may be, you knew that you needed to get past this.

You can't change the past, you can only impact your future and the choices you make.

Of course, you want to push the memory down, it is your fault he died! You deserve to suffer!Your mind screamed.

Taking a deep breath, you turn to your trunk at the end of your bed. Bending down, you unhook the clasps and start searching for a fresh tunic and pants. As you sift through your belongings, your hand grazes something hard and smooth. You pull it out from underneath the clothing and books. Your lightsaber coming into view. It was a sleek metal with black gripping at the end of the hilt. You ignite it once, admiring the bright blue light emanating from the hilt. The soft hum of the lightsaber playing like music in your ears.

You missed the days of peace in the galaxy, everyone working together to make this a better place.

Once the Clone Wars kicked off there wasn't much peace. Jedis were being spread out all throughout the galaxy, fighting alongside the manufactured clones from Kamino. The Separatists threatened to destroy all the hard work that went into builing the Republic.

Even though it was war, you never imagined for the order and the Republic to fall. Never anticipated the clones to turn on their generals that they worked alongside for years. Our own men gunning us down like a bunch of clankers. You just didn't understand what went wrong, and you may never find out what happened on that day.

You turn your saber off and shove it deep down into your trunk. You grab a grey sweater sitting on the top and a pair of brown pants, not feeling like digging even more for a tunic.

Once you change into your clothes you grab your robe, walking out the front door, locking it behind you. Before you leave the ally, you bring the hood of the robe over your eyes, hiding your identity to the world. You did this any time you left your new home.

Ord Mantell city was quite nice, if your kept to yourself and stayed out of others peoples business, which should be common sense.

Don't involve yourself in business that has nothing to do with you.That was your motto.

This city was surrounded by crime lords, but if you stayed out of their way, they wouldn't bother you. Not that you were worried too much about anyone hurting you. You may be small and look fragile, but you packed a lethal bite. Not to mention your saber skills was that of poetry.

Many of the other Jedi praised your rhythm and technique, including Skywalker who was amazing with his saber.

The truth was, you let the force flow through you, letting it take over your body. It almost felt like the force itself had a mind of its own, using your body as if you were the sword. This always seemed to cause a challenge for your opponents. You were not exactly predictable in your moves, which made you extremely dangerous.

As you walk down the road aiming toward Cids parlor, you pass children playing in the street. Creatures of all nature in cages were being sold to customers. Venders were selling their goods to people, and people arguing over costs and trying to bargain. The smell of the meats and sweets were intoxicating, making your stomach growl even more. Luckily Cids Parlor was only a couple buildings down, so it wasn't too much trouble.

Cid was a good Trandoshan, who you knew through the Order. Often when we were looking for information on specific crime syndicates, we went to Cid. Sure, she always worked at an angle, but as the years went on you developed a very strong friendship with her.

You opened the door to the parlor. The smell of smoke and booze suffocating your nose. You walked down the right corridor into the large, dimmed cantina. Cid was nowhere in sight, so you seat yourself. Anytime you came in, either her or her workers would drop a bowl or plate of food with a large drink in front of you without saying a word. It was an easy and nice transaction.

Cid never tried to pry, never tried to make me talk about anything that happened that day. She knew I would talk when I needed to.

The workers only took a liking to you because you normally tipped exceptionally well.

You sit in the far corner of the room with your hood still shrouding your face in darkness. The people surrounding you may not be able to see your face, but you always monitored the room with the hood down. Your eyes were always scanning and observing.

As expected, your food was set down in front of you along with a large glass of water and a plate of bread. The worker walking away not saying a word. See, easy.

Not bothering to use silverware, you picked up the beef chunks and potatoes with your fingers, enjoying the savory flavors Cids cook had created.

As you continue to eat and scan the room you notice a small group you have never seen before. Although, you didn't really have a set schedule when you came in, so they may not be new at all.

Four men in armor and a very young blonde girl sat by the bar talking amongst themselves. You tried to get a better look at the armor to see if they were imperial, or possibly bounty hunters looking for their next job.

You tear a piece of bread, dunking in the juices the meat was resting in. As you swallow you look over at the group once more, finding that the young girl was staring right back at you. There was something oddly familiar about her, like you had seen her face before.

The girl talked up to one of the men who looked in your direction. You shoved another piece of beef in your mouth staring down at your half-eaten meal. The pain in your stomach finally subsiding. When you look back up, all of them are staring in your direction.

Although they can't see your eyes, you look down to break eye contact, sipping your water letting it chase down a piece of dry bread. Without looking, you can hear footsteps coming towards you.

When you looked back up, the men were closer. You realized that these weren't imperial or even bounty hunters. These were clones. They looked slightly different from one another, but their armor although not the same color, reminded you of your troops that fought beside you.

Yep. Clones.

"Just kriffing great." You mumble to yourself. You pop the last piece of meat in your mouth, rising from your seat. Pulling out the credits, you set them down on the table and turn away.

The footsteps were speeding up now. You continue to walk away from them.

"I said HEY!" you hear from behind you as a large hand crashes down on your shoulder.

You quickly grab his hand and twist it. Using more speed than you have in weeks, you rush behind him and hold his twisted arm behind his back, holding his elbow in place along the middle of his back so he can't move.

"Now is that any way to get the attention of a lady?" You ask in a sweet voice.

You use the force to toss him down to the ground.

As you stare down at the man, you noticed the sheer size of him. This guy was huge. He was nothing like the clones you worked with, but you could still see the small resemblance in the face. Your clones were smaller, lean and always clean cut and shaven. This man had stubble along his jaw line, looking more rogued. He had one brown eye and one eye that was completely white. The left side of his face had a huge, webbed scar that wrapped around the ear.

He looked at you stunned, you guess because you are so small compared to him and his brothers.

"Did she just man handle Wrecker?" One of the men asked. His voice sounding very familiar to you.

You turn to look at the source, seeing a man extremely pale, looking exactly like your troops.

This was Captain Rexs friend, Echo was his name. You remember the mission Skywalker went on that rescued him.

As you take in Echo and the rest of the men, it finally clicked into place, realizing who these men were. This was Clone Force 99.

Your heart rate picking up, not knowing who to target first. You ran through scenarios in your head, wondering what would get you out of this cantina without causing too much of a scene. You really didn't want to deal with spectators or have your identity revealed to these men, who knows what they would do with a Jedi.

"Who the fuck are you?" said the man on the ground, rising to his feet once more.

"Listen boys, we can do this the easy way or the hard way, hard way being I wipe the floor with your faces." You look at all of them individually evaluating who to take out first.

Readying yourself for a fight you notice the entire cantina has eyes on you. You could hear a pin drop it was so quiet. You then hear Cid fighting her way through the crowd trying to get to the center of the disturbance.

"Move...Move.... MOVE!" she yells as she emerges behind the clones.

"All of you, in the back room, NOW!" She yelled pointing a finger to the door where the kitchen was.

You sigh in annoyance and stare at the man who grabbed your shoulder.

"Well done brute! Maybe if you could learn to keep your hands to yourself, I wouldn't have to be yelled at like a child!" You yell.

You look down at the young child who is staring up at you with fascination "No offense."

You follow Cid and the group back through the door into the kitchen where the burners looked to be cold, they must have saved food for me just in case. You had to remember to thank the cook some time.

Cid ushers all of you to the table in the corner of the room.

"I am trying to run a business; I don't need fighting in my parlor. Take it outside next time." She says while she rests a hand on the table, we all stood around.

Cid looks towards you.

"And take off that damn hood, you look more suspicious lurking in the corner than you would with the hood down!" She yelled.

"Why are you looking at me? That giant Wampa started it!" you defend yourself, crossing your arms over your chest.

She stared at you pointedly.

You sigh and pull the hood off your face. Cid looks towards the giant waiting for his reply.

"What? We are on the run! She looked suspicious and Omega said- "Cid cuts him off mid-sentence.

"Omega said? Nice Wrecker, blame the child." She rolled her eyes and shook her head.

Silence falls around the table until Echo breaks it.

"You look familiar..." He says, looking at you, trying to figure out why.

"Nope, I don't think so." You say as you avoid eye contact.

"You're a jedi aren't you?" He asks, seeming to already know the answer.

You look at him, remembering the fond memories you created with your squad. The friendships formed while serving on the battlefield with one another.

If I were with my men, would they have killed me? You ask yourself.

Your eyes become foggy as you fight back the tears. You would not let anyone see you cry. You took a moment to settle the pain in your chest.

"I am no Jedi, not anymore." You say.

You turn on your heels, dismissing everyone in the room, escaping the guilt and pain forming in your chest once again. As your about to walk towards the door, Cid slides in front of you blocking your exit.

"No girl. You need to speak to them; you are on the same side." She said softly, which was very unlike Cid.

You look at her shocked, then turn to the others.

"Same side? No, you gunned down the Jedi, you killed everyone I cared about, innocent children." The nausea was rising again, your throat closing in on itself.

"You served with General Kenobi and General Skywalker correct?" Echo asked.

Your mind coming back to the conversation at hand, distracting you from the self-hatred you were about to reap upon yourself.

"Yes, I served with them on occasion, we trained our troops together. I know who you are, you're Clone Force 99, Anakin told me about you." You keep your eyes fixed on Echo.

"Captain Rex talked a lot about you, your Echo."

Echo not saying a word, but his gaze towards you softens at the mention of Captain Rex.

"It was the inhibitor chips" Omega says.

You look down at the young girl, who is staring right at you.

"Inhibitor chip?" you questioned looking at the men.

"Omega is correct. We all have a chip within our brains. The Kaminoans who created us put them in our brains for a means to control our behavior or modify it. Although because we are defected clones, they do not affect us like the others." The lean man with goggles said.

"We were on the planet Kaller when the transmission came through to execute the order. Master Billaba was killed by her own men. We tried to save the padawan, but he ran, and we lost site of him." The man with the bandana said, never breaking eye contact with me.

You sigh, realizing it was your turn to talk.

"I have no contact with any Jedi. I am hoping they all went into hiding, but I do not know for certain. We received a transmission from Kenobi telling us to not return to the temple." You spoke quietly.

You clear your throat and looked down at Omega. Her eyes bright and looking at you nervously.

You begin to approach her when the hulking giant steps in front of your path.

"Excuse you!" You grind out of your teeth. You stare daggers at him. Oh, how you wish you could throw him across the room right now.

"The names Wrecker, and your excused." He gave a cocky side grin crossing his arms across his chest.

Omega inches around wreckers' leg to stare at you. You smile down at her and kneel.

"Omega, that is a beautiful name, your parents have wonderful taste." Omega looked at you confused, then looking back at Wrecker.

"Omega is a clone like us" Goggle face says.

That explains why she looked so familiar earlier. She had the face of her brothers...

You have never seen a female clone before.

"Well Omega it is lovely to meet you." You smile.

"We are the bad batch, that is Hunter, Tech and Echo, and you already know Wrecker." She giggles.

You smile a little at that, Wrecker staring down at her with a softened expression.

From what Skywalker told you about these men, they didn't seem to be the father type. I guess times change and circumstances change.

You raise yourself off the ground and look at all of them.

"No one can know I am here. The Empire is hunting down and killing all the Jedi. If you stay out of my way, I will stay out of yours." You nod your head to create a peaceful transaction with the group.

"We won't say a word, as long as you don't tell anyone we are here. They want us dead as well." Hunter says.

"I am not one to gab, your secret is safe with me."

You turn to leave, nodding at Cid, insuring there would be no conflict with either parties. She nodded in understanding, moving out of the way of the door. You cloak your face before walking out the door back into the Cantina.

The atmosphere picked up since the altercation, people were drinking and laughing not paying you any mind. You walked through the Cantina. Walked down the corridor, opening the door and stepping out into the city once more.

As you walk a couple steps toward your home, you hear the door open quickly and slam behind you. Omega standing there clutching a doll of some sort halting in front of you.

"I never met a Jedi before." She whispers.

You continue walking, Omega taking up the space next to you. You hear a door open and close, heavy footstep following. You already knew it was Wrecker. Keeping some distance behind you, he followed us along.

"I like your doll; did you make that yourself?" you ask with intrigue.

"Oh Lula? No, this is Wreckers, he lets me borrow her." She held Lula out at arm's length and shoved her back into her chest to snuggle it.

"Well, that was very nice of him" Your eyes soften as you smile down at her.

"It is, he is very nice. I know he looks big and tough, but he is a big softy." She smiles as we continue walking.

"They take care of me, we are a family." She says smiling fondly.

You glance back at Wrecker, who is staring right back at you. That man had a stuffed animal. You couldn't lie you thought that was adorable, not that you would ever admit it.

You brush the thought from your mind as you approach your front door. You unlock the door and turn to kneel in front of Omega. She is clutching the doll and smiling at you.

"Well Omega, thank you so much for walking me home, I hope you have a wonderful evening."

Omega closes the distance between you two and hugs you tightly.

You embrace her as well, smiling into her shoulder. She released you and said goodbye, skipping off back to Cids.

Wrecker watches for Omega to walk into the parlor and turns back to me. He approaches the barrier of my door, his face softening.

"Listen I am sorry about earlier, I have just been on high alert ever since Kaller, we are on the run too and I want to protect Omega and my brothers. I did not mean to offend you in any way, and I am sorry for that."

You feel yourself relax against the door frame.

"It's okay, I think everyone is a little on edge lately." You smile slightly.

He rubs the back of his head not saying anything for a moment.

"Don't you want to apologize to me?" he laughs, his hands moving to his armored hips.

You think about that for a second, tapping your finger on your lips in question.

"Well, I could apologize, but I have no idea what I would be apologizing for." You challenge.

He huffs out a breath and laughs.

"I mean, you did throw me to the ground in the parlor, in front of everyone." He says smiling.

You stare at him for a moment then finally speak.

"Well, we can't all be winners, can we Wrecker? Better luck next time." You smile at him and close your front door, locking it from the inside.

You could hear him laughing on the other side of the door, which made you giggle slightly.

The smile finally fading from your face as you hear his retreat towards Cids.

You did not anticipate this happening, but you had to admit, it was nice to talk to people and even better, to smile again.

You realized it has been a while since you smiled, and your face hurt slightly. You welcomed the pain though; you needed the relief from the guilt and pain.

You pull off your robe and hang it on the hanger behind the door. Taking off your shoes, you lay back on the bed, listening to your quiet surroundings. You knew it was only a matter of time before the memories came flooding back of that day.

You closed your eyes, hoping for the best and praying that you get a decent night's sleep.

#star wars #the bad batch #the clone wars #clone troopers #star wars fanfiction #star wars smut #star wars fluff #wrecker smut #ao3 #wattpad

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arvend · 1 year

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His phone buzzes. A text, from an unknown number.

COME TO US. DO NOT BE AFRAID.

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It's too late to be receiving any sort of texts.

Maybe it's Penny? She's usually up this late, whereas Arven is usually falling asleep at this point. He's not at the academy right now—he's camping, sprawled on top of his sleeping bag next to his campfire with Mabosstiff curled up nearby, and his vision is blurry as he stares up at the stars. His hair spills around his head, across the grass, and he counts the stars, counts the seconds it takes to fall asleep. He's so close.

... And then Rotom flies in front of his face, nearly blinding him with the light from the phone screen. Arven groans in annoyance and reaches up to tap the screen, squinting at the text.

Unknown number. He considers deleting it without even reading the message.

But something seems to guide his hand, and he opens it anyway.

Arven's eyes linger on it. He reads it over and over.

And over.

His thoughts fade into static. His head turns towards the direction of the crater. Fingers run over the grass. His gaze is distant, his eyes glassy, unfocused. Come to us. Do not be afraid. Come to us. Come to us. Come to us.

Arven.

You must be so tired.

Rotom tucks itself away and Arven continues to stare. For how long, he doesn't know, he's not keeping track. He's too far away. But his eyes start burning, and the sound of a Sawsbuck passing by with her fawn snaps him out of his stupor.

Arven groans, rubbing his face.

He buries himself into his sleeping bag and doesn't open his eyes until morning.

#anonymous.#ask.#ic.#'anonymous' I Know Who You Are

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happiestplacehq · 1 year

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Find Your Valentine !!

Below the cut you will find the list revealing the identity of each codename. As mentioned, it is now your responsibility to reach out to your partners and get threads going.

[Here] is a link to the latest starter masterlist for the event. According to our poll, the option with the most votes was Spin That Wheel, Babyyyy so a post will be up shortly for how that works.

Linked [here] is a list of the paired codenames for you to reference. Winners for the guessing game will be messaged tomorrow.

Alien - Javi Jookiba

Angel - Peter Pan

Black Widow - Rosamund Van Der Woodsen

Blue (1) - Edmund Charming

Blue (2) - Ashley Quinlan

Bookmark - Wendy Darling

Bumble Bee - Honeymaren

Busy Bee - Honey Lemon

Captain - Amelia Smollett

Chick - Fawn Fauna

Chipmunk - Kronk Cabrera

Chocolate - Anna Arendelle

Cobra Bubbles - Lilo Pelekai

Cube - Elsabeth Arendelle

Daddy Cool - Lucius Best

Darwin - Gwen Pleakley

Dashing Rogue - Flynn Rider

Dodgson - Alice Little

Elle Woods 4 President - Travis Montgomery

Firefly - Raymond Bug

Frankenstein - Broden “Barrel” Borror

Friend of Dorothy's - Sunny Scamsalot

Ghost - Zach Casper

Grape - Rachel Crowne

Highscore - Ralph Wreczycki

Hollywood - Minnie Myshkin

Hot Wheels - Freddie Slothmore

Icon - Iridessa Sol

Invisible - Violet Parr

Kettle - Miriam Potts

Luck - Oz Borror

Makeover - Morgan

Maps - Barbie Mattel

Marshmallow - Ollie Malo

Mustang - Colt Phillips

One of a Kind - Reagan Rackett

Paws - Adam Legrand

Pearls - Ella Fontaine

Picture Perfect Ashley Tomassian

Pink Tiara - Charlotte La Bouff

Princess - Marie Beaumont

Red - Lady Lannister

Regina George - Anastasia Tremaine

River - Sabrina Ogawa

Romeo - Toulouse Beaumont

Smarty Spice - Abby Mallard

Songbird - Sofia Bach

Speedy - Vidia Brisa

Spool - Sally Finkelstein

Star - Penny Forrester

Storybook - Jim Hawkins

Sunny - Sally Carrera

Tails - Rowan Rackett

Trending - Arista Neptune

Tweet - Penelope Deery

Whiskers - Remy Reinhardt

#happiestevent #happiestevent10

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r0botarmsapts · 2 years

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Title: Our Stars Aligned Pairing: Female Farmer x Penny Words: 3,400+ Disclaimer: I own this fanfiction but not the characters or game they’re from. Notes: This story doubles as my NaNoWriMo 2022 project. Some tags: Crush at First Sight, OC x Canon, Romance, Fluff, Drama. Chapters: 2/? Summary:

Theresa struggled to breathe, fighting to focus on her work, her mundane day-in-and-out work.

It was a lost battle.

The suffocation had been building to an unbearable, lonely point. It was hard to breathe when there was no help around or no one to call; not in a place where others did not care or did not understand. More or less, they were okay with their dirty gray cubicles, some holding typical decorations and frames of their families, doing the same tasks on their computers while being watched by supervisors through big glass windows. The large lights on the wall some ways up dictating their work and breaks.

It was early in winter, the constant typing on keyboards from those around her making the feeling of suffocation much worse- the unhappiness in her life reaching a silent breaking point that could be physically felt to the point it hurt, sharply. An idea came to mind from the pain, Theresa ready to risk it. Daring a glance, the drawer with a special envelope lay inside. One from her grandfather left to her on his passing, only meant to be opened once it was needed at her own judgment. If she ever needed to speak to her beloved grandpa today was the day.

A loud noise alerted all in the office it was break time while the red light lit up annoyingly bright.

The usual coming and going of the workers on their break was fast to become background noise. Theresa was fast to see she would not be paid any mind, not until the supervisors would come back to make sure they were working after break time was done.

After holding onto the envelope with great care(his seal still intact) for so long, she finally opened it, more than one paper having been carefully tucked in there. Time slowed to a crawl on seeing a document, catching sight of the word ‘Deed’.

“Is this?” The words were whispered with shakiness born from disbelief. Setting the document down and going for the letter as fast as possible without tearing it, the final message from her grandfather holding a lesson and a promise.

Terri, a nickname she only heard from her father these days. The document was the deed to his farm in Stardew Valley. That place had not had a proper owner since his passing, and she was sure it had a more than a few overgrown weeds by now. The last time she had been there she was a little girl. It was when Grandma still lived and the sky was full of bright stars at night instead of city lights and car alarms going off and dogs barking into the middle of the night.

Neither of her own parents wanted to spend their lives working away on a farm, more content with their city lives and careers. Small town life simply not for them, and that part of her family history was one she would hold off thinking of for the time being. Grandpa had spoke of understanding losing sight of what was important- nature and connections with other people. He spoke of love and being proud of her, not guilt into accepting such a big responsibility.

Grandpa had left her a chance to change her life. A chance she desperately needed.

No additional thinking on the matter was required after realizing she could breathe again. In that same office that was slowly taking her life away, from beyond the grave, Grandpa had given it back with the deed to the farm.

It would mean uprooting and moving to a new place, away from her parents, but it was her life, her future on the line.

Besides her parents, no one in that city would really miss her anyway.

It was time for a new start.

Putting her resignation in two weeks later was easier and done with less emotional effort than packing her small apartment for the move. Taking care of the paperwork with the deed left her with more than a few headaches, similarly as talking with her parents over it; her mother wanting to show support but felt like it was the wrong move, thinking a child born and raised in ZuZu city would not do as well or be truly happy moving to a farm in the countryside .

“Why don’t you try taking a vacation first? You’re going through burnout, Dear. It happens to everyone. Suddenly going from city life to a farm that hasn’t been kept up in a long time is a bad idea.”

Her mother had spoken the words in a way that made Theresa feel small all over again. The look in her eyes and tone to her voice more than strongly suggesting she knew what was best in the long run. But it was far from it. Burnout did not match how she felt- it was something else, something far deeper and different, and right now her passed on grandfather was the only one who truly understood her plight and gave her a way out.

Those words from her mother did not leave her mind, even with her father adding his two cents, being more supportive to her side. Her father was possibly biased since that was his dad’s pride and how much it meant to his old man.

“Come on, Honey. Dad went through something like that too and returning to that farm made him happy again. It could be just what she needs. Terri is a grown woman and doesn’t need us making that choice for her.”

She loved her mother, really she did, but sometimes when they came at crossroads like they did during this time, talking to her was difficult at best.

That conversation happened earlier in the day, it was evening now and getting close to nightfall. All too suddenly she was tired and a little bit surprised at how tense her body had been while moving around with the memory going on over and over.

“Why can’t you just support me without making an obstacle course out of it?” Theresa wondered out loud into the quiet of her apartment, shoulders slumped, letting out a held breath. It was her mother that encouraged her to go into business and apply to the JoJa company after graduation. It wasn’t all so long ago she was aimless about what direction to put her life in, and at the time her mothers words seemed wise. The older woman was a long time worker in the business field, and knew enough people to confidently speak on how JoJa was a thriving company with growing stores and working there was secure and would bring her money in the meantime.

Somehow in that plan things went differently and she was nothing more than a set of numbers that got paid weekly. In that dreary place, it sucked your soul of humanity, reducing you to a speck in their grand scheme. A replaceable one. Her resignation more than confirmed that for her, and Theresa knew without a shred of doubt, her position would have been replaced already.

Anything to keep the corporate machine running.

Theresa had to quickly shake her head to get free of that growing cloud of hurt. It wasn’t the time for it, her choices were made already. It was her life to live, not her mothers, and she would just have to prove her mother was wrong.

A small ball of determination gave her a second wave of energy to get a few more things done. Looking around, a few boxes were scattered, reminding her of how little she had to bring with her on the move. Having nothing for a social life and being exhausted after work left no time for personal hobbies or making friends. Her gaze settled on the sight of her small but cherished book collection- raising a brow, she could not remember the last time she was able to sit and take time to read anything.

Her heart ached at that eye opener.

JoJa company... that job where she was less than nothing to them, had taken away something precious. Her determination grew.

Focused and fueled, the books were carefully packed away next. The cabin would have a few furnishings to its name already but she knew it would make her feel more comfortable and secure with her book collection. Maybe there she could have time to take joy in the stories that she held dear.

It would feel more like her new home instead of just being in her grandfather’s place.

Theresa packed well into the night, her mind now on the promise of her new life. Her mothers words pushed to the back of her mind. They refused to go away completely, but she knew the right choice was made.

ZuZu city was no longer for her.

Soon enough it was the 30th of winter, and she was on the bus to Pelican Town in Stardew Valley, ZuZu city a speck behind her. A few bags secured on top of the bus to get her started while her father mailed the rest of her things. Admittedly not much still by the time she was done, but they would not fit for the ride over.

By the time the bus stopped she was too relieved to get off and get her belongings. The bus trip had been bumpy and noisy, the music playing in her headphones during the trip only doing so much.

“You must be Theresa!”

A cheerful, unfamiliar woman’s voice got her attention fast. She could not recall being told someone would meet her.

The woman waved, a big smile on her face. Red hair in a bun, her outfit looking like she was a woman of the woods. Given where she was at now, that was a good possibility.

“I’m Robin, the local carpenter. The Mayor sent me to get you.”

Relief crept up on her then. Theresa had known her grandpa and the Mayor were friends, and she had a promise to keep of delivering a ‘hello’ for him.

At ease now, Theresa waved back with her free hand. “That’s me alright. I’m taking over my grandpa’s farm.”

Robin went over and grabbed a bag to help and nodded in the direction of a dirt path with two ways to go. “Come on, Harvest Farm is this way! Mayor Lewis is waiting to see you there.”

Theresa nodded back, feeling a little off with the name, but would not be changing it. Their last name being Harvester, someone far back in the family thought it a good idea to name the farm that and it stuck. She was not about to be the one who broke the name. Not one her grandpa was so proud of.

Robin and Terri left for down the dirt road, it being New Year’s Eve was not lost on the young woman with a promise of a new start on New Year’s.

The farm coming into view while they chatted, her heart felt lighter and her future was already looking brighter.

For the first time in too long a time, her smile was natural and happy. Her long auburn hair was in twin braids, moving with the chilly winter wind. The weather had not been something she thought of when fixing her hair that morning, but was glad she styled it that way- a ponytail would have gotten tangled too badly with how much she was moving and moving around today in the wind.

It felt stronger out in the countryside than it did in the city.

“Everyone has been asking about you. It’s not everyday someone new movies in, you’re quiet popular talk already.” Robin informed the young woman walking in step with her, wanting her to be prepared. Pelican Valley was a small place and word got around fast. Nothing helping that Mayor Lewis did not exactly keep it a secret, too happy someone was taking over his old friends farm. And for the money that would bring in to the town.

The last person that had moved in their quiet town was Shane and his god-daughter Jasmine. Their story was unfortunate, but Robin caught enough of Shane to know he was relieved Jasmine was doing good in living there, with his Aunt Marnie being a good influence and help with the little girl.

“Really?” Theresa replied with a little shakiness in her voice. Popular was never a word she would describe herself with. Suddenly having people being interested in her and taking over the farm, having questions, and introductions... the thought was already becoming too much. It had been years since she had done any kind of big socializing.

“Try not to worry. They’re a good bunch and most know to give you some space and let you introduce yourself to them when you’re ready.” Most of them were good in Robin’s eyes, and she thought it best Theresa take her own pace. Robin knew the young woman had come in from the city and would more likely than not have a difficult time adjusting to the work and hours of a farmer.

Theresa found little relief in that, but would take what she could get for now. “That’s good, I guess. I’m not ready to greet everyone so close together. Back at the JoJa company, it was all about work and keeping up productivity. The supervisors weren’t keen on people getting friendly with each other during working time.” Having at least a day or so before making introductions would be good, especially not even knowing the amount of work that would have to be done to get the farm started.

“They’re different here. You should come by the saloon sometime in the evening. It’s a good place to relax and start with meeting the residents. Gus makes some of the best food in town, and has a good bit to pick from for drinks if you don’t want any alcohol.” Her and her husband, Demetrius, went by there at once a week for their date night. Robin was looking forward to it again, and spending time dancing with him and having drinks. The work week had been busy. It meant good money, but work was work, and they couple were both in need of a break.

“That sounds good. I haven’t been anywhere like that in years.” Theresa could have easily emphasized that part, but figured Robin understood. She was a sweet woman that was welcoming without being overbearing. Theresa did not have to keep a guard up around her. It was a nice change.

“And we’re here!” Robin exclaimed with a big smile, gesturing to Harvest Farm’s entrance.

Right away Theresa noticed the sign to the farm was in need of replacing, the wood chipped and worn down from time and weather. Going onto the property, her eyes landed on the cabin and it was in need of some love as well. Then, her light blue eyes went wide and she put her hands on her face taking in the scene of the farmland itself. There was so much more to do than she thought. Weeds, sticks, stone and trees had grown sporadically all over the land.

It was only the chuckle of a new person that brought her out of her stupor.

“Mayor Lewis, there you are.” Robin said, looking to the cabins entrance.

“Yes, I was just inside straightening up a little bit.” He spoke with humor in his voice, and chuckled a little more seeing his old friend Granddaughter staring wide eyed at the work. It would be a lot, but since she was willing to try and being a related to his passed on friend, he was willing to believe in her. It would be great to see this old land thriving again, and also mean good business for Pelican Town.

“Don’t worry. You don’t have to clear everything at once. A good farm takes time to make.” A piece of wisdom he learned from her grandfathers experience ages ago. Harvest Farm did great under his care, leaving Lewis no room to doubt the man. “I was just inside tidying up the old place. You’ll have a few things to get going.”

“That’s good, thank you, Mayor.” Theresa replied, a little surprised still that the mayor himself was there to greet her and had been getting some things ready for her arrival himself. She recalled Robin saying it, but experiencing it was another thing for her all together.

Before Lewis could reply, Robin interjected taking a jab at him with his thoughts being on money, Mayor Lewis replying similarly with good humor. It helped put her at ease a little more, seeing the two were clearly good friends and if Theresa had to guess, had been for a long while. Their reactions were comical.

“Anyway,” Lewis had said walking up to her, “you can put your products in that bin over there. I’ll come by during the night and pick them up.” It would be a good but strange feeling picking up things from Harvest Farm again, but Lewis looked forward to it. It would mean the farm was alive once more.

“With the looks of this place, it may be a little bit before I’ll have anything to put in there.” Thinking about it now, she would have to at least clear a patch of land, plant some seeds. She hoped her grandfathers old tools were up for the job.

“There’s more than just things you grow here you can sell,” Robin chimed in helpfully. “Fishing, ores from the mine and foraging are a few of the ways you can get going while waiting on your first crops to grow.”

Lewis nodded in agreement. “She’s right. Stardew Valley is a place where nature provides you all kinds of goods.” Lewis took a look at his watch after speaking, seeing it was already getting into the afternoon. There was no time to stick around and share more tales and advice. It would have to wait for another time. He was still Mayor and had things to handle before his night run to pick up goods from other bins. “I must be off now, but do come by and meet the townsfolk when you can.”

Robin checked her watch as well. “I’ve got to get going too. It was nice to met you. Theresa. I live with my family in the house on the hill up north. Come by if you need supplies or to have something built.” It was nearly time for dinner to get started and she needed to make sure Demetrius was not too wrapped in work and forgot the time again.

And just like that, they were gone, leaving Theresa alone on the land, taking her bags inside. It had gotten quiet so fast without their chatter. She was so used to the noises of the city. There was always something going on there.

Bags set down near the bed, she took a look around. It was a single room cabin; a tv in the upper left corner, bed with a red and gold rug in the bottom right, a single chair and table near the television. The place had been cleaned and the bedding was fresh. A framed painting of a plant was on the wall, and an actual plant in the bottom left corner with a small dresser beside it. A fireplace took up the upper right corner, and there was already some kindling in it(with the cold, Theresa knew that thing would be used before nightfall hit). It warmed her heart to know, and realized then that in all that she forgot to pass along the hello from her grandfather.

It would be done next time she saw Mayor Lewis. It would have to be. It was the least she could for him after being granted this challenging but needed opportunity.

For now, she turned on the television and left it on the weather to have some noise, taking note of tomorrows weather supposing to be sunny for the start to the new year.

Theresa was not one to cry easily(last time she did was after Grandpa passed away), in this place she could feel her grandfather’s presence and her eyes welled with tears, yet not of sadness. This cabin was now hers; it taking her back to when she was a little girl and spent some time here with him. And now? Now it was hers to work on and make new memories to cherish as she did during time she spent with him back then.

From beyond his life, Grandpa had given her a new one.

Tomorrow was time to get to work.

#stardew valley #stardew penny #female farmer x penny #stardew fanfic #nanowrimo 2022

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HELLO ROCK N ROLL KITTY! (Vol.2): MAZZY STAR & HOPE SANDOVAL [Update August, 2022: This is a post I originally put on Tumblr in 2016. I'm re-posting it again today, six years later, Aug. 21. 2022 (updated to include some newer info) because it disappeared from my Tumblr account along with all my other previous content I'd posted to Tummblr. In the last few days, I logged into my Twitter account for the first time in years and discovered Twitter must have wiped it clean of content, followers and following. It looked like a brand new account showing no activity, no content, no nuthin'. Did Tumblr do this 'cause I was inactive for so long? Hm. At least the account was allowed to exist, even if it had been reduced to nothingness! I had visited others' Tumblr pages occasionally but had not logged into my own for a very long time. I became active instead at fan groups on Facebook and elsewwhere and on my own you tube channel] ..................................................................................... This is a post on on Mazzy Star’s Hope Sandoval & David Roback as a cat appreciators. (Vol. 1 focuses on Dum Dum Girls’ Dee Dee Penny (now known as Kristin Kontrol) as a cat person). Mazzy Star’s / Hope Sandoval’s “totem animal” seems to be the cat as there are at least nine examples of cat image themes appearing in album art, merch, & music videos. Hope also meows her way, cat like, through a song, her guest duet on JAMC’s song “Perfume,” (a song whose lyrics only make sense when one knows the history of Chanel No. 5 perfume, & how the company became more responsible by ceasing to use in the making of its perfume musk taken from musk glands of the endangered wild civet cat). https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3pMPb6ifZ5c . Plus, Hope’s been known to send letters on stationery with cat images printed on the paper, & sometimes signs autographs accompanied by cat cartoons she draws.

The photos are:

1) Hope Sandoval in L.A., 1993. Photo by Stefan De Batselier.

2) Cat imagery album artwork from Mazzy Star’s 1990 album, “She Hangs Brightly”, in yellow and black

3) Mazzy Star red and black tee shirt official merch design with cat image theme.

4) Mazzy Star black and white tote bag official merch design with cat theme.

5) & 6): Front and inside covers of Mazzy Star’s 2013 album, “Seasons of Your Day” with cat themes. [The album’s credits say: “Artwork: Mazzy Star, Barry Bodeker”]

7) Hope’s autograph accompanied by a cat cartoon she drew for a fan, Juan, after Mazzy Star’s Wiltern Theatre, L.A. gig, Nov. 7, 2013.

8) & 9): Two Black and white Screen capture pics of two cats with different colourings that appear in Mazzy Star’s official video for the song “I’m Less Here,” released April, 2014. The cat on the left roams around in the video. The one on the right David is shown petting. The video’s on yt here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EmQhNp5rr3Q The cat on the left roaming is Hope's own cat Herman, I believe who she's named in an interview. In the video, the colours of the cat on the left have been reversed like in an old photo negative.

10) Screen capture (orange toned) from the official video for the single”Isn’t It True,” by Hope Sandoval & The Warm Inventions, released April, 2016. It shows silhouettes of hands reaching out to two cats.

11) Black & white screen capture, close up of a cat’s face from a mysterious video from Hope’s tendriltales.com site, 2016, a video which also has some shots of Hope. There's good reason to believe the cat is Hope's cat Herman she has mentioned by name in an interview. In the video, the colours of the cat have been reversed like an old photo negative

12) Official post from Mazzy Star’s official Facebook page, Aug. 2016 re. the then forthcoming single “Let Me Get There,” by Hope Sandoval and The Warm Inventions with a cat them in its message which I’m going to guess Hope likely wrote.

13) Happy Halloween! At long last, a pic turns up of Hope with a cat! This pic was posted by Mazzy Star to their own official Facebook page, Oct. 31, 2016. Meow-wow. It must be Hope holding her cat Herman.

14) A picture of my own two cats as Mazzy Star cats (R.I.P. "Coco", the black one. The other, "Monkey" is still with me)

-References to Hope’s own cats, or cats she knows have appeared in a few articles over the years, most amusingly in a Sept., 2013 SPIN mag interview where she & Colm O’Ciosoig speak jokingly about a cat “Herman” but without letting on to the leg-pulled interviewer “Herman” is a cat, not a person! http://www.spin.com/articles/mazzy-star-seasons-of-your-day-interview/

A helpful SPIN reader in comments ID-ed the mysterious “Herman” as a cat, which fits with what Hope & Colm say about him. I see the current posting of the article no longer has any comments attached. So, I’ll leave a new one there with the “Herman” info restored that someone else originally supplied.

-Hope mentions cats in lyrics in at least one of her own songs, “Suzanne,” by Hope Sandoval & The Warm Inventions. The lyrics line is: “The cats in here are overflowin’ “

- There’s a 50 min. audio interview from 2013 with Hope & David I’ve upped to yt here: http://youtu.be/TJaFHGAEFiE with a section (starting at the 30:16 mark) where they talk about cats, & it’s evident from it both are cat appreciators. At one point in the interview Hope says “I wish I could see a cat right now.”

-There’s a Rome radio interview & performance by David from 1988 (when Hope-era Opal was touring Europe) where he sings a song with amusingly odd sounding cat lyrics: “Sad and insane, Cat’s in the rain.” (Huh, David?). I’ve upped it to yt here: http://youtu.be/NL5mzjwyWNc It turns out it’s an Opal song called “A Falling Star” originally from the Opal era when Kendra Smith was still singer, but with new lyrics. Hope sang the new version with cat lyrics on the 1988 Opal tour after she became Opal’s singer.

-Here’s a passage from an Oct., 1996 Alternative Press article: QUOTE: “We pile into William’s [William Reid of JAMC, Hope’s bf of the time] compact car. He drives us to his and Hope’s place so she can get her notebook of lyrics [before they go to the studio for a Mazzy Star rehearsal for an upcoming tour]. At the house, David goes to the back garden to pet William’s cat. He speaks of his love of animals, nature and the beauty of Cambridge (where Syd Barrett lives, he notes).“

-In an October, 1993 Melody Maker interview, David recalls first encountering Hope at 1980s L.A. rock shows as “Just a set of eyes, like a cat” !

-Cat passage from 2002, Jan. 3 Rolling Stone Hope article/interview: “Hope sits at home in Berkeley while her cat meows over the phone even louder than she is able to speak.”

-Cat passages from 2002, August, L.A. Press Telegram Hope article/interview: “It becomes apparent that Mazzy Star lead singer Hope Sandoval is definitely a cat person when a faint mewing comes throughthe phone during an interview from her Bay Area home…But like the territorial half-Siamese cat making its presence known during this conversation, Sandoval has always set public and private boundaries in her career…”

-My own main youtube channel https://www.youtube.com/user/Bobjb999 has a large collection of Mazzy Star, Hope Sandoval, & related recordings, mostly live, including many unreleased rarities, mostly audio with slideshows, although I have a few fine videos. Most of those slideshows have one or more cat pics sneaked in. It’s a small side distraction, but as a cat-person-Mazzy-fan I enjoy playing up the Mazzy Star cat connection a little! I also have a secondary yt channel with more Mazzy rarities, here: https://www.youtube.com/user/Bobb99999999 .................................... [LATER UPDATES, Aug. 2020: Here's an excerpt from an interview with Hope and Colm (of The Warm Inventions) from The L.A. Record, Jan. 2017 https://issuu.com/larecord/docs/la_record_126_web

INTERVIEWER: Hope, do you have any hobbies besides making music? Do you collect anything? Records? Instruments? HOPE: Well, obviously I buy instruments—but no. I wish I could have a cat collection. That’s my fantasy. I’d be the crazy lady on the block with all the cats. I only allow myself one cat but I fantasize about having loads.

INTERVIEWER: It’s really disciplined to only have one cat.

HOPE: I know! And I can barely handle the one cat. I didn’t tell you, Colm [Colm is on the phone with them in a three-way phone interview] but he didn’t come home until three in the morning. I couldn’t sleep all night and finally I heard his little door and I went to open the little door and he walks in and he’s limping. He is ok. He’s sleeping now and I’m just debating whether I should take him to the vet. He’s one of those cats who is just a fighter. He thinks he’s in charge of the whole neighborhood so he’s constantly getting into fights and this will be, like, the fifth time I’ve taken him to the vet and at this point they’ll probably call child services on me. It’s just strange. He’s a fighter.

INTERVIEWER: f you did have a collection, you would be at the vet nearly every other day.

HOPE: Can you imagine the expense of having ten cats? .................................................... Here's a 2018 quote from Hope where Hope mentions her cat Herman. It's in a quote re. her 2018 collab with Mercury Rev from a tribute album celebrating singer Bobbie Gentry, The Delta Sweete Revisited, an album of new cover versions of the songs on Bobbie's 1968 album. Hope sings on one song "Big Boss Man" https://bellaunion.com/2018/12/mercury-rev-and-hope-sandoval-share-big-boss-man/ QUOTE: “Well, the only boss man in my life is my cat Herman so this song was a bit tricky for me but I am so honoured to have been asked to be a part of this amazing group of women paying tribute to such an inspirational artist. I’ve always been a fan of Mercury Rev and Bobbie Gentry, so needless to say I am over the moon to be a part of this project.” (-Hope, 2018)

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The idea of doing a HELLO ROCK N ROLL KITTY! series was inspired by a popular post I saw & enjoyed at the Dangerous Minds site of photos of rock stars with their cats & dogs: http://dangerousminds.net/comments/rock_stars_with_their_cats_and_dogs

[Full disclosure: My yt & mazzystar.free.fr handle “Hermesacat,” is homage to a fave cat of my own named “Hermes” (now deceased). Resemblance of the name to the cat Hope & Colm cite, apparently named Herman according to a 2013 SPIN interview, is but an amusing coincidence. “Hermesacat” was my site name for years at (sadly now defunct) fan site Mazzy Star Boulevard. Btw, there are current worthy fan sites here: https://www.facebook.com/groups/6071129794/ (I'm an admin at the FB group); and here: http://mazzystar.free.fr ;

-Bob B. (Hermesacat)

#MazzyStar #HopeSandoval #cats

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