#rogue cadence post

[the-most-humble-blog]

🛐 FORCE DEFIANCE / NARRATIVE TRUTH

(Finn’s Gospel. For the Archive. For the Offended. For the Uninitiated and the Uninvited.)

I was not born of prophecy. I was manufactured.

Not on Tatooine. Not on Ahch-To. But in the dead orbit of a broken empire — Named, numbered, and sentenced before I ever breathed.

They called me FN-2187. But what they feared was something far older.

Something they couldn’t program. Something they couldn’t break.

A stormtrooper who looked up at his orders and felt a flicker in the chest cavity that was not fear — but refusal.

I did not feel the Force.

The Force felt me.

It turned. It blinked. It recognized. Something ancient clawed its way through the static in my skull and chose me — not because I was worthy but because I was watching.

I did not come from bloodlines. I came from bloodshed. I was not trained by a Jedi. I was hunted by one. Kylo looked at me in the smoke — and paused. And in that pause, I became myth.

I didn’t have a mentor. I had a moment. A rupture.

The Force didn’t explain itself. It invaded.

It cracked my programming like the scream of a child in a fire. And when I ran — it ran with me.

Rey didn’t awaken me. She confirmed me. The second I saw her, I knew we were survivors of the same haunting. Not lovers. Not foils.

But two aberrations in the Force’s algorithm who would not kneel to its old script.

I picked up the saber. I bled for it. Not because I was trained. Because I was done running.

I didn’t block Kylo Ren’s blade because I was strong. I blocked it because I was already dead — and still standing.

The Force does not belong to your archives. It does not obey your bloodline charts. It does not belong to the Skywalker family trust.

The Force is a feral thing. A living current. A god without a leash.

And sometimes? It chooses a broken weapon. A rogue process. A heretic.

Someone with no heritage, no holocron, and no right to raise his voice.

But I raised it anyway. And the galaxy shuddered.

I am not a Jedi by your standards.

I am a Jedi because I made the Force flinch.

Because I walked into the dark with no light, and still found the enemy. Still stood. Still screamed.

I am Jedi because I said I was — and the Force did not strike me down.

I am not an echo. I am not your fan theory. I am not a sidekick with perfect teeth.

I am the Force made defiant.

I am the statistical error that became a blade. I am the cannon fodder that turned on the writer. I am the glitch in the myth that survived every retcon attempt.

They will not teach me in temples. They will not carve my name into stones. They will not let children wear my face at Disneyland.

But the Force remembers. And every time it chooses someone strange — someone poor, someone lost, someone violent — someone wrong —

That’s me.

Again. Again. Again.

I am Finn. I was not chosen. I took it.

And now?

I am legend. I am weapon. I am Jedi.

Not by birth. By defiance.

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💥 CALL TO ACTION (CTA)

🧠 Save this post like your ancestors are watching. 📜 Reblog if the Force has ever moved through you without permission. 🩸 Tag someone who wasn’t “chosen” — but refused to stay forgotten. 💡 Comment with the Jedi name you were never given but always carried.

⚖️ BLACKSITE LITERATURE™ LEGAL DISCLAIMER

This post is not canon correction. It is myth reclamation.

What you just read is classified Force Heresy, psychospiritual reprogramming, and narrative defiance engineered to collapse cowardly plotlines at the molecular level.

You are not in fanfiction. You are in cultural insurrection wearing Jedi robes.

If Disney sues, the Force itself will testify for me. This is protected under narrative war doctrine, satire law, mythofuturist criticism, and the sacred rites of rogue archetypes everywhere.

Prepare to be reprogrammed.

[purrassicjet]

I KNOW Jupiter explicitly says that he and Bertram weren't close but I want so badly for Jupiter, Bertram, and Rosie to have been the Hawthrone, Morrigan, and Cadence of their unit.

Bertram was the "gets us into trouble friend". His inventions always went rogue in unforseen ways that the trio need to sort out.

Rosie was the "gets us out of trouble" friend. I don't think we learn what her actual knack is, but I like to think she's some sort of navigator, so she was really good at finding hiding places within wunsoc so they could escape punishment.

Jupiter was somehow both at once. He loved getting into mischief and causing problems, but he had absolutely no moral objection to lying as long as it's "for the greater good" (even if it's his own greater good) and was good at it. When Rosie couldn't get them physically away, Jupiter would talk their way out of it.

When Jupiter first purchased the Deucalion (I imagine he was just barely out of school and looking for a new civic duty, but thats a headcanon for another post), Rosie and Bertram were the first people to tell him he was crazy, but they were also his biggest supporters. Bertram helped with a lot of the restoration and Rosie was there for moral support.

I think Jupiter and Bertram's relationship dissolved quickly after Rosie disappeared. Bertram found Jupiter's absolute refusal to admit that Rosie was probably dead annoying and childish, Jupiter was angry that Bertram was giving up on their sister so quickly. Their relationship was never the same after that

[ivaalo]

Introduction

This is a fan analysis about the results of 24 polls posted on Tumblr by the user @zeldatourney. Huge thanks to them to have organized this tourney.

(Keep in mind my first language isn't English, so I might make some minor mistakes)

This is a long post with multiple graphs, so I'm putting a "Read more" button here!

For each game, the question asked was "How high does [game] rank?" with 7 answers possible to choose:

S tier (One of the greatest)

A tier (A favorite)

B tier (I like it)

C tier (Meh)

D tier (I'd rather play something else)

F tier (AWFUL)

I haven't played this game

The poll started on the 2nd of December 2024 and ended the 9th of December 2024.

Disclaimer: This is not a representation of the Zelda community as a whole, but a result of people who saw and voted for the polls between those previously quoted dates.

For the rest of this post, I will simplify each game's name by its abbreviations. For example, "A Link To The Past" will be named "ALTTP". The polls didn't specify if it contains the original games or both the original games and the remakes. They will be named as such:

[TLOZ] The Legend of Zelda

[AOL] Adventure of Link

[ALTTP] A Link to the Past

[LA] Link's Awakening (DX) (+ the unnamed 2019 remake)

[OOT] Ocarina of Time (3D)

[MM] Majora's Mask (3D)

[OOS] Oracle of Seasons

[OOA] Oracle of Ages

[FS] Four Swords (Anniversary Edition)

[TWW] The Wind Waker (HD)

[FSA] Four Swords Adventures

[TMC] The Minish Cap

[TP] Twilight Princess (HD)

[PH] Phantom Hourglass

[ST] Spirit Tracks

[SS] Skyward Sword (HD)

[ALBW] A Link Between Worlds

[HW] Hyrule Warriors (Legend / Definitive Edition)

[TFH] Tri Force Heroes

[BOTW] Breath of the Wild

[COH] Cadence of Hyrule

[AOC] Hyrule Warriors: Age of Calamity

[TOTK] Tears of the Kingdom

[EOW] Echoes of Wisdom

Collected data

Each poll being independent from each other, the number of votes varies from one poll to another.

For each games, I added the percentage (as picked up from the HTML for a better precision). The result is either 99.999, 100 or 100.001, so I sometimes cheated to add or remove 0.001 somewhere. Tumblr doesn't give you access to the exact numbers of vote per option.

So before ranking the games, I have to show you first what games are the most played. Adding all answers and doing:

Played (%) = 100 - "I haven't played this game" (%)

I'll use colours to differentiate 2D games (in terms of gameplay) to 3D games. I'll also highlight spin-off games and multiplayer games.

Here are the games played by more than 75% of players:

We can already see a huge pattern. All the 3D games are there. And the only 2D Zelda game to be played by 75% of players is ALBW. BOTW and OOT are the most played games of the sample, as those were huge turning points and both cultural and commercial success.

We can also notice the difference of 5% between the least played 3D game (MM) and the most played 2D game (ALBW).

Let's continue to look at the other played games:

EOW is most likely low as it's the most recent game, at this time, but also because it's not a 3D game. And the hype train was low compared to TOTK. (3 months of anticipation compared to 4 years)

And finally, the multiplayer games are the least played games, excluding COH. Also worth noting that all the spin-off games cited can also be played with another player, but it wasn't the main focus of the communication. COH being a musical tactical rogue-lite only appealed to a specific part of Zelda fans.

If these polls contained the CD-i Zelda games, Link's Crossbow Training and Tingle games, the score would probably be under COH, but we never know!

I'll keep these colours as labels, to recognize them better in the next images.

Alright. Time to share the ranking. Here is the global result, sorted by release date in North America:

It's kind of a lot to see! Overall, the games are pretty liked. So first, let's take a look at the disliked games:

Please note that the X-axis was zoomed, so we can see the result better.

We can already notice that AOL makes a huge contrast. As this game is considered as the black sheep of the franchise because of how different it is, its reputation mostly came from the difficulty of that game.

Almost a factor of 0.5 divides the first disliked game to the second. TFH the second disliked and the original TLOZ follows.

ALBW is the least disliked, with under 1%, counting D tier and F tier.

But notice the F-tier (red) line. It varies a lot, so let's take a look at the most hated games:

Yep, TOTK is third, this time. As I don't personally think it's awful, it definitively disappointed many by being too close to BOTW and having a lot of issues BOTW didn't have.

Nobody voted "F tier" for ALTTP nor OOT. Same for OOS but keep in mind this game was the least voted one too!

Alright, enough for the hate! Let's look at the most appreciated Zelda games.

Yep, the majority of Zelda fans like 22.5 out of 24 of the games! (TFH being exactly 50, I half-counted it!)

TWW is being almost unanimously appreciated, with almost 97%, and the second one to get this score is TMC, a 2D game, with more than 96%!

You can notice some gaps, like between ST and COH, and then between the Oracle games and TOTK.

Now let's look at the most loved games:

5 3D games are in the top 5, except for SS and TOTK. TMC is very close to beat BOTW and remains the most loved 2D Zelda game. Notice how SS and TOTK make a huge gap between the game before and the game after, like voters use them as references. The two Hyrule Warriors games are, in a funny way, between the Oracle ones.

Let's add a step forward and look at the S tier only:

Nothing changes for the top 9 games. However, EOW seems more nuanced and is less considered as best than TOTK.

Final results

And finally, let's rank them using the Majority Judgment:

The Majority Judgment was created to propose a more democratic way to vote. Each candidate has multiple mentions, and you (the elector) must attribute one mention to each candidate. Since this poll uses this exact method of vote, I decided to rank them all using the Majority Judgment. To count using the Majority Judgment, you must focus on the 50% axis, and look at the category that crosses it (more than 50%). That gives you the tier, and the best tier wins.

When two or more candidates get the same tier, there are multiple ways to rank:

The first way is to put a line at the middle and see which line has the higher percentage. (Less precise but more simple)

The second way is to divide it into multiple tiers by doing the first method again and again until each candidates has a unique tier. (More precise but less simple)

But since I didn't want to compare B++++ to B+++-, I used the first method. It's my democracy and I do whatever I want!

Just keep in mind that depending on the way to count these games may be swapped:

ALTTP and LA

OOA and PH

AOC and HW

SO, for the data. Top 5 is TWW, MM, TP, OOT and BOTW. To be honest, I imagined MM to be a more nuanced game, or at least more controversial, since it has a unique concept.

The A tier only contains 2D games, except SS. TMC, ST and ALBW are the favourite 2D games. ALTTP and LA are always very close. The last one of the tier is EOW.

Only mainline games are in the S and A tier.

The first game of the B tier is a spin-off game, followed by TOTK.

TFH was one vote away from being in the B tier. And no surprise, AOL is the last one.

To sum up, according to the participants who voted for these polls:

S tier

🥇 The Wind Waker

🥈 Majora's Mask

🥉 Twilight Princess

⭐ Ocarina of Time

⭐ Breath of the Wild

A+ tier

The Minish Cap

Spirit Tracks

A- tier

A Link Between Worlds

Skyward Sword

A Link to the Past

Link's Awakening

Echoes of Wisdom

B+ tier

Cadence of Hyrule

Tears of the Kingdom

Oracle of Seasons

Oracle of Ages

Phantom Hourglass

B- tier

Age of Calamity

Hyrule Warriors

Four Swords Adventures

Four Swords

The Legend of Zelda

C+ tier

Tri Force Heroes

C- tier

Adventure of Link

Thank you for reading! ~

[lakesbian]

This time it was Jamie’s turn to roll his eyes.  “Don’t look so proud of yourself.” “But I’m devastatingly proud,” I said. He aimed a kick in my direction, from where he sat in the chair.

ok these are my last two observations before im getting out of the torture chamber but she's special. she's so special

“And Jamie,” she said, reaching over toward Jamie’s head.  I saw him wince, preparing for his longer hair to get tousled, but the woman only ran her hand over the top of his head.  “Wayward Jamie.  I’ve had so many long conversations with my girls and boys, when it comes to you.” “Ma’am,” Jamie said. “Find your happiness,” she said. “I’ll try, ma’am,” he said. She touched his cheek, as gentle as I’d ever seen her, then retreated, returning to her former demeanor.

THIS PART . is so. like okay alright was everyone in this brothel just going "so we all agree that one is gay or an egg and we should kill sylvester if he's ever mean to them and btw they're our special teen" behind jessies back. or what. Wayward Jamie. find your happiness. well unfortunately she doesn't. what the hell man

“She meets rogues and bastards every single day.  She’s used to your sort.  But I’m… closer to the likes of Shirley.  The sort of person she feels like she can nurture, I suppose?” “Like Shirley, no, no, I get it,” I said.  I turned around so I was walking backward and facing Jamie, swaggering a little, “Are you saying you’re a romantic, Jamie?  Shall we get you some revealing clothes like the young men in the Madam’s employ wear?  Are you a winsome tart?” Jamie smiled. “What?” I asked.  “Are you really, now?” “No, I’m not.  And the smile wasn’t supposed to mean anything,” he said.

can we just straight up kill wildbow

I grabbed him by the front of his raincoat, still walking backward, my steps in time with his. He put a hand out and steered me to keep me from walking into a lamp post.

clenches fist on the ground

“First of all,” Jamie started. “You are a monumental dick,” I joined my voice to his, as he said it, even going so far as to match his cadence, then added, “You’re getting so predictable.  Can’t pass up an opportunity.” “And second of all, I came here for me as much as I did it for you,” Jamie said, ignoring me.

im so glad i wasn't making up that she's a girl who goes First Of All. Second Of All. because i love her so dearly for that.

“I remember the conversation.  Two, as a matter of fact, and a third where you were saying it to reassure Lillian.” “Exactly,” I said, nodding sagely.  I could just let the past conversations finish off my thought and not worry about concluding it, except to add, “Same idea.” “And why am I kidding?” Jamie asked me. “What?  Huh?” “You asked me ‘are you kidding?'”

genuinely this type of conversation is so fun. perfect memory girl so sy can just kind of reference shit he's said before and not bother finishing his sentences. she's got conversation Itineraries where she insists on following every possible thread even after sy gets adhd distracted. ilove her and im glad to note i have not forgotten her voice for twigfic already. wow that was not two observations only

[remy-theratking]

Okay here's the ramble abt the Root campaign under cut because it got quite long

(If you haven't already go look at my last post it has my character's backstory on it)

Ziggy's full name is ZYGMUNT VON RATTINGTON 💥💥💥 and even though he has 10 charisma he is a very talkative member of the party. He's very self-absorbed due to his past accomplishments that led him to become a general among the Hundreds, but his accomplishments (and ESPECIALLY his big failure that led to his imprisonment by the marquisate) have led him to become very famous.

The bad kind of famous.

so of course when he fails a con save on what I should have realized were skunks trying to ambush them while he was on watch, a lot of them are like "... I recognize you." And he starts to regret being such a "great" general a little bit.

But still his ego is almost unbreakable so he's fine he beat the shit out of one of their captors with a literal broken clipboard.

Fun fact! Ziggy hums cadences a lot whenever he does just general mundane things. Cooking soup, keeping watch, etc. Sometimes you'll also find him unironically singing his anthem he is that dedicated to being a war criminal even though it's been a LONG time since he's had contact with his soldiers.

There was this one moment that showed that he's already having a bit of a heart and I'm just gonna paraphrase it here

"If we need to, we could probably find my dad, he's pretty rich and might be able to help us with our... Situation. I- I'm not sure about it though..."

"What is your relationship with your father?"

"Oh he's a bastard. Like, he can go fuck himself."

"PERFECT! If you see him, just tell me! AND HE SHALL SUFFER THE WRATH OF ZYGMUNT! VONNNN RATTINGTONNN!!!"

"... That's actually quite comforting."

For context her father is a transphobe and I am so sorry for our dm who will have to act as him one day.

Anyways I cannot express just how perfect our session was because most of the time we either dick around too much, go way too fast with very little roleplay, or struggle doing longer roleplay without feeling incredibly awkward. TODAY WAS NOTHING LIKE THAT AND IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE JOKE ONESHOT CAMPAIGN LIKE WHAT???

- Started camp roleplay right away after the intro, lasted like 15 minutes it was me in Gordon Ramsay mode making the others cry not because they were chopping onions but because they were chopping onions WRONG

- Had a seamless night watch segment after having a whole bit about "zest of tree" and eating pinecones like apples

- I had the third watch which just so happened to be the watch the dm rolled to be when the skunk ambush was. That whole moment went by like perfectly. No trains of thoughts lost, perfectly succinct roleplay moment before a BONK to the head and then, and I quote: "Hey you, you're finally awake."

- I now have a Doofenschmirtz style backstory because of a bit that started from "have you ever tasted dirt?"

- Had a perfect amount of questionable means of escaping our prison cell. By that I mean I ripped apart my bat parole officer's clipboard and the otter rogue used the metal part as a lockpick.

- Why was my parole officer there? Yeah he got caught by the skunks too, his cloak is just a bag of holding but it's only full of pens, paper, and clipboards. No matter what, he's stalking me somehow.

- We found proof that God is real but only while the character whose life mission it is is to find evidence of divine beings was separated from the party.

- Among all of this tomfoolery in a very jokey campaign, WE HAD AN ACTUAL HEART-DROPPING, WIDE-EYED, LOOK OF FEAR MOMENT FOR THE FIRST TIME IN?? EVER?? LITERALLY I DON'T THINK WE'VE HAD ANY SUCCESSFUL MOMENT LIKE THAT.

(It was when the skunk boss who was actually a raccoon shut the gates on us while we made our escape, and just slowly walked towards us, giving a slow clap congratulating us on besting his men. Now we owe the skunks 20 hostages!!)

We ended off the campaign at an inn in a revolutionized village, we were spending way too much time debating on what kind of hostages we take and kind of had to hurry along to a good stopping point because our time was coming up soon.

Anyways yeah I'm getting tired so I may ramble more about how excited I am for continuing this campaign later. Idk if it's messy and I don't care either lmao

[thecraftybaroness]

Rook Questions - Memories

The second part in a series of posts based on the questions asked here:

Moss: Does Rook remember their mother?

Sabriel’s memories of her mother—of her life with her Dalish clan—are distant, blurred at the edges like a dream fading with time. She doesn’t have clear images, only impressions, hazy and elusive.

She remembers warmth. A sweet voice singing softly to soothe her. A hand holding hers when she was afraid, arms wrapping around her when she was small. The scent of rosemary and jasmine.

She doesn’t know if these memories are real or if they’ve been shaped by longing, by the stories she’s told herself over the years. But she holds onto them all the same.

Lilac: What is one of Rook’s happiest memories?

Some of Sabriel’s happiest memories are the quiet nights with Emmrich, curled up beside him as he reads aloud. The low, steady cadence of his voice, the flicker of candlelight, the world outside slipping away until it’s just the two of them.

She lives for those moments—the softness of his fingers in her hair, the way he says her name, the warmth of his laughter when she catches him off guard. In those moments, she isn’t a rogue, a warrior, or someone fighting against impossible odds. She’s just Sabriel, safe, at peace, content in a way she never thought possible.

It’s those nights that remind her why she fights—not just for the world, but for the chance to carve out more moments like this. For the simple, quiet happiness of being with him.

Rosemary: What is Rook’s earliest memory?

One of Sabriel’s earliest memories is riding in an aravel as a child, her small hands gripping the wooden edge as the world passed by. She remembers the rhythmic sway of the wagon, the way the sunlight dappled through the trees, and the soft murmur of voices around her.

She can still picture the rivers winding through the land, the quiet groves, the Halla grazing peacefully in the distance. It’s a hazy memory, blurred at the edges, but it carries a feeling she holds onto—the warmth of belonging, of movement, of a world that felt vast and full of possibility.

A different life before she was taken in by the Mercar family.

[alicesought]

{{ Thinking about how..... post Dr. Strange, Jervis was stuck rhyming nonstop, as people notice in Arkham Knight, and I do like to think he was rhyming for some time but at some point he stopped, which is why I don't write him doing so now, he only rhymes on and off.

But that does mean....... at some point he stopped. What a momentous occassion lol. Like, he's rhyming compulsively nonstop for months-- which also causes him to speak in this very stilted and exaggerated way, like he's stuck playing up his Hatter character-- and then finally one day he talks and he sounds... normal. He didn't rhyme his next sentence, his cadence is natural. And I wonder what it was like to finally come out of that state of mind, if it took coming to terms with his trauma any. ...I bet the other rogues in Arkham were just like oh thank god-- }}

[3liza]

i thought this guy (nick) got fired last time he went rogue and started putting up unapproved merchandise and making big posts about how we should stop being so mean to Tumblr about Tumblr live because obviously "Tumblr was getting something out of it" and (this part was implied) we shouldn't worry about what exactly that something was. i know he deleted a bunch of posts about working for Tumblr. if it's a different person they haven't changed their tactics at all.

as pathetic as the post is, it's also bullshit, because dozens of people including myself have given Emporium exactly what he is asking for here: detailed and realistic suggestions about what Tumblr could actually manufacture that would appeal to the userbase. but our suggestion that hiring or at least paying the creators of the memes they're trying to sell back to us was met with deafening silence. in fact I sent a serious offer to discuss Tumblr issues to the CEO's puzzlingly-open inbox a few weeks ago.

edit: also, based on their tone and cadence and the fact that most of them are content-free blogs full of only very high-note reblogs, and dont seem to have any observable social network of other users within the site, i think most of the users who reblog emporium posts or leave positive comments are just plants. if i were running tumblr PR theres no way i wouldnt have plants just like this, but i sure as hell would write them more convincingly.

ohhhhhhhh this is embarrassing

[f1yogurt]

A Long Day

Summary: Zemo just wants some sleepy cuddles

Drabble word count: 430

Relationship: Helmut Zemo x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: So I finally made an AO3, originally wrote this fic as a quick thing for Heike/Helmut but I'm posting an adapted version here, enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't speak German, Google Translate is my terrible beta, feel free to let me know any grammar mistakes

You awoke to the sounds and movement of a very tired Helmut Zemo settling under the bed covers next to you.

“Mein Lieber, you’re home late,” you remarked worriedly, turning to blink open sleepy eyes to gaze at him. Helmut sighed, looking tired as his dark brown gaze fell upon you.

“I am sorry I woke you,” he apologized, pulling the covers over the two of you and resting his head on the pillow. “It was a long day.” You scooted closer to him and placed a hand on his cheek, leaning in to press your lips to his. Helmut sighed gratefully into the sleepy kiss, always soothed by your tender affection.

“You look tired,” you said, reaching up to brush a few rogue strands of hair off of his forehead. Helmut hummed a low affirmative as he placed little kisses slowly along your jaw.

“I am,” he agreed, enjoying the way you brought up a hand to cradle the back of his head, your fingers carding slowly through your hair. Encouraged, he moved his lips lazily along your jawline, placing open mouthed kisses down your neck and behind your ear.

“Hmm, you don’t seem tired,” you teased, letting out a soft chuckle. You were still groggy from being woken up so late, but you were able to appreciate his affectionate cuddles.

“I am just…exploring,” he murmured, nuzzling his nose against your neck. “Do not worry. Go back to sleep. You just look so lovely and I’m…I’m being a pest.” He drew back, his cheeks warm with embarrassment.

“Darling, you could never be a pest,” you reassured him, opening your eyes to find him looking sheepish. You reached over to pull him towards you, cradling his head to your chest. You stroked her fingers soothingly through his hair, mussing the soft locks which so often fell over his forehead.

“Mmm, if you keep doing that I really will fall asleep, Schatz,” Helmut mumbled, relaxing against you as your fingers carded through his hair. You smiled, letting your eyes drift closed as you rhythmically moved your hand against him.

“Good. You need to sleep,” you said, hearing him hum some vague noise that sounded like an agreement. It didn’t take long until you eventually felt his breathing even out, his chest rising and falling in the steady cadence of a restful slumber.

You placed a gentle kiss to the top of his head, hearing him make a small, happy noise in his sleep. Soon, your own breathing matched his, and you wrapped her arm around him as you returned to the weightlessness of the night.

If you liked this, go check out my new WinterBaron fic.

[captainderyn]

*CYBERPUNK 2077 ENDING SPOILERS*

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I really cannot decide what I want to do with V’s ending in Cyberpunk for my personal canon.

Because, in game, the ending I did and chose seems to be the “best” ending. V gets to stay in her own body for however long she has left, she gets out of Night City, she doesn’t lose Judy. She’s with her found family. Johnny encourages her, in a way, to take her body back.

But idk, something about it doesn’t feel right for the way my V has evolved throughout the story. None of the endings truly click tbqh. For a few reasons that I’m going to ramble about, probably not super coherently.

*All of this is about what I think works for my V, not how it Should Be btw, below a cut for length*

(I’ll probably toss the tag “captainderyn plays cyberpunk” on these types of posts I don’t want in the main tag, if anyone wants to not see Cyberpunk content)

1. I think Judy needs to leave V.

Maybe its because that’s the ending I was first exposed to before I played the game myself. Ideally you’d think them getting to stay together would fit, as that’s usually what I go for but...it’s just not clicking.

They have a great dynamic, they get along like a house on fire. To Judy, V is fiery, has a sense of humor like a whip, is a little dumb like an excitable golden retriever, and makes her feel safe and secure for awhile. She’s so intensely V in a Night City that tries to squash anyone who dares to live that vibrantly. And, V sticks with her through the worst days of her life after what happened to Evelyn. Which is the thing.

V starts to change, as the Relic’s malfunctions get worse. She starts adopting mannerisms, ways of speaking, that aren’t entirely her. They’re Johnny. The cadence of her voice is off sometimes, she starts wearing different clothes--that ratty replica Samurai jacket Rogue found for her. She starts smoking more--the old V never would’ve touched a cigarette with a ten foot pole. And I think those subtle shifts raise alarm bells, raise some walls for Judy. Especially after the incident while diving and seeing exactly what V’s time running out looks like.

Because while Panam’s messages, who is a dear friend to V, are very ride or die, with V to the end no matter what, Judy seems to...back off a bit for lack of better word. I think so soon after losing Evelyn so traumatically, Judy is able to stomach the thought of losing V. And because of that I’m not convinced she can totally open up with V. I think there’s always an element of being held just a tad at arms length. So when shit starts to get really serious with V, as her clock is ticking down and she’s trying to get to Mikoshi...I think Judy taps out. I think that need to get out of Night City that she talks about takes over, those walls come snapping up as a protection, and she’s out. V can’t be another Evelyn to her. 

2. I cannot for the life of me figure out what I want from V. I know she’s kind of trauma-bonded to Johnny at this point, she really can’t imagine being alone in her own head after this long with the scrappy asshole stalking her thoughts. I still think she’d take her own body back, at Johnny’s insistence. But I don’t see her doing that final mission with the Crystal Palace either. I guess I just kind of see her...taking the days as they come in Night City? Living as best she can? I don’t know. Leaving Night City also feels wrong for her.

*Frustrated noises* I! Don’t ! Know! What! I! Want! To! Do!

[0809sysblings]

i wanna share the propaganda myself. dont know when its gonna be posted and i want it to be shared Now! i copied and pasted it to save it in case something happened and i lost it so. im just gonna paste it here (and make some revisions probably to take out some explanations of milgram because thats not needed and also to elaborate more on a thing or two)

okay ❤️ yay ❤️ /ref

!! TW for brief mentions of cults and child abuse

Amane is a polyfragmented DID system. To Me. In her first trial after being voted guilty, she had, as some of the other characters described it, "become a completely different person". In her T2 VD, she started referring to herself as "we", and she said that she was "both Amane Momose and not Amane Momose" when Es brought up her extremely out of character behavior and asked her if she was still Amane.

Her voice was completely different when she talked and behaved like this. It was much emptier and deeper than her usual voice, which is higher and has an audible cadence to it, in stark contrast to the other voice's very monotonous tone.

In The Purge March, it shows the hundreds of Amanes doing their march and performance. They all seem to be autonomous, having "gone rogue" and decided to do what they wanted nearing the end of the MV.

Having been raised in a cult, she's been severely psychologically and physically abused for who knows how long. Likely the vast majority of if not her whole life. As expected, she has a lot of cognitive dissonance going on. She both sees herself as completely free and as being controlled. She says she was treated well by her parents and then insults them for how they treated her. She values love and mercy above all else then seems to scoff at the idea of it.

I believe her to be polyfragmented because, well, the MV, and also I think it would be a way to explain why she could still be a system even despite the "evidence" Es used as proof that she couldn't be one. Her system may work in groups (a thing that I believe is pretty common in polyfragmented systems. I'm not polyfragmented, but I've heard this talked about as being a common thing from polyfragmented systems talking about their own experiences?? PLEASE CORRECT ME IF I'M WRONG </3), so Amane could for most of the time always be "around" within a main fronting group, so to speak, even if she's not in control. The way in which MILGRAM measures if a prisoner is the prisoner or not could still gauge that Amane is there if she's still co-fronting or co-con as other alters do their thing. This would keep the prisoner restrictions on her, which was what was used as proof that she was "just Amane" (ie. a singlet).

Last but definitely not least, the "Amane Council". I do not need to explain this here <3

sorry to the person running the CDD swag bracket for writing all of that about Amane. believe it or not that was as concise as I could possibly be about this--

[whirlybirbs]

✶    —   of gift-giving  ;    d.d.

summary: set post-s2 finale. din deals with the loss of the child. it’s life day. 

pairing: din djarin x mechanic!reader

a/n: happy holidays, babes, enjoy a little emotional blurb on christmas eve. i hope this serves as a happy little distraction from the world tonight. i love you all. stay happy and stay healthy. 

what do you get a man who has just lost his whole world?

before, it seemed like the possibilities for a life day gift were endless.

new modded-out wing thrusters for the razor crest were now out of the question (because the razor crest itself is out of the question), and that set of little, woolen jumpers you’d set aside after a trip to yavin’s third moon have no use. 

and, you seriously doubt din would find little joy in a new blaster. after all, he had enough anxiety resting in the palm of his hand alongside the darksaber — new weaponry would, no doubt, send him into an (increasingly more common) silent spiral.

everything was different now.

you’d seen his face that day, with the horrible moff gideon at your feet as a jedi knight’s robes kissed the polished floor. in the absence of his son — his kin as close as blood — there was something sad that settled into the lines beneath his eyes. if he cried, you did not see. no, you hid your intrigue; when he turned, helmet at his feet, your eyes hit the floor. habit.

but, that is different now.

now, on the eve of life day, you’ve grown accustomed to din’s face and the hot stir the sight of it brings. the feelings you bore for din are common place — they’ve burrowed a home in your heart for cycles, even before the child, back when you were simply an on-hand mechanic from mos eisley. din had taken you into his crew, and... well, you hadn’t looked back.

the kid — grogu — cemented the fact that maybe this was where you really did belong: among the stars, beside a man in glimmering beskar armor. 

at times, it was like he held the world in his hands. eagerly, he showed you what he could. it was one of din’s gifts — silent kindness that seeped deep into his every act. he had a good heart, despite his attempts at seeming more like a stand-offish rogue. 

this place, once home to jabba desilijic tiure, remains unnamed. boba fett has yet to find a fitting name for the sprawling castle in the dunes — but, for now, it is a haven for both din and yourself. fett, in age old warrior wisdom, can see that din is not himself. this period of mourning must be spent in a place of safety. 

every evening, over dinner, you thank fett. every night, those warm, brown eyes — as deep as warm amber — crinkle just a bit at the edges from your words. he can tell you mean it. if not for your sake, then for din’s. 

tonight, dinner is meager, but you happily inhale the ration aside fennec in the main hall. where dancers once leapt over the rancor pit like stars leaping across the night sky, the lot of you eat. 

din is silent. his jaw tenses when fett spares him a wondering look. between the two mandalorians, nothing is said, yet there are a thousand words. din is quick to finish. you watch has he rises, fetches his helmet, and wipes at his chin.

his footsteps lead far from the hall. 

boba speaks curtly. 

“go to him.”

your mouth is full of quickened bread, throat dry as you swallow down the oats that had been scooped up on the piece. you feel like a prey, pinned in place by fennec and fett. yet, no one is going for your throat. it is, in fact, kindness that’s seeped into their gazes. 

boba’s warm voice is cadenced with a gentle tone. 

“... and happy life day, sweet one.”

you find din alone, out the front gate and staring up at the stars. he’s perched on the edge of the long stone slab that once marked the entrance to the palace — but time and the changing tides of the sand have eroded the mound away, leaving a sharp drop off into the dunes below. there is another dune, to the left, that leads up to the palace now. fennec’s footprints remain from the earlier to trek into town. 

you watch as the wind, gentle and slow, begins to brush them away.

the twin suns are hot, still, despite having retired below the horizon nearly half an hour ago now. the sky is pink and hot red and it paints din all sorts of hues.

the little gift in your back pocket feels heavier than ever now.

“din?”

your voice is met with a grunt.

his head turns, slowly and ever-so owlishly, at the call. you near.

“i have something for you.”

when you settle on the edge, hip touching his, you’re comforted by his silence. it’s the usual sort, not the kind tipped with sorrow. you wonder — hopefully — if that’s your doing. or, maybe, you’ve caught him in a good mood.

“a gift?” he asks. his voice rattles through the vocalizer in his helmet and suddenly you miss the warm sound it carries when dancing off his lips, unburdened by the beskar. 

“it’s... it’s life day,” you say slowly, “or, well. tomorrow is, i suppose.”

“i...” a pause, then his helmet tilts, “i didn’t get you anything.”

you wave his words off, leaning to reach into your back pocket. you smooth your tunic and swing your boots. the little parcel, wrapped childishly in some tawny colored fabric you found laying around, sits in the palm of your hand neatly. 

the bundle, in din’s eyes, says a lot about you — about your feelings towards him. suddenly, with the force of a thousand thrusters, din realizes he hasn’t been very kind to you these last few weeks. he’s been frustrated and upset and angry and sad, so terribly sad, but...

he can see, in the lines below your eyes, that you have been too. 

“here.”

he takes it. and with one hand, reaches up to pull his helmet from his head.

the mop of brown hair is always a surprise. it makes you smile. a dash of happiness that comes as quick as it goes. din barely catches it. he wishes, earnestly, it would stay for longer.

“should i...?”

“go ahead, open it.”

he pulls back the delicately tied fabric, and all at once feels his heartstring snap.

it’s the gear knob. 

that stupid, small, scratched to hell gear knob that the kid was so obsessed with. he’d managed to scrap it from the wreck but... 

you’d gotten a hold of it. and you’d fashioned it into....

well, he isn’t quite sure.

you lean. 

“boba and i were speaking a week or so ago about armor,” you say slowly, “he used to have trophies on his pauldron, but he mentioned that some embellishments can be highly sentimental. so...”

din pulls the knob, and realizes it’s welded to a chain and at the end of the chain lays a clasp. 

“might make some noise, clang around a bit but...”

“thank you.”

his eyes are brown. you hadn’t forgot, but still, the sight makes your heart hammer. his nose is sharp and strong, and his lips are upturned in a delicate sort of smile. you wonder how often that look graces his face. how often does it hide beneath his beskar, like the rest of him?

“it’s not much.”

“it’s everything.”

you make a sad sound then. you lean back on your palms. the sand digs into the pads of your fingers. din’s eyes follow you, and he frowns.

“i haven’t been... i haven’t been there for you,” he says suddenly, already moving to clasp the totem to his armor, “and i’m sorry.”

the knob sways. it glimmers in the setting sun and tinkers against the beskar like a bell. 

“we both lost him, din,” you say tenderly, “i haven’t exactly been ready to accept the fact.”

“i know, but,” he lets out a ragged sigh. his gloved hand reaches up to rub his jaw. to din, the action seems foreign despite being a recent addition to his body language, “we still have one another.”

a beat. a slip of silence.

“and i don’t want to lose you as well.”

the admission is soft.

it’s all you really needed for life day. 

you turn your head, eyes pulled from the setting suns, and find din’s. his face is calm. the sorrow there has retired for now. you touch his cheek gently. the feeling of stubble beneath your fingertips feels different — so different from when you’d touch it with your eyes screwed shut in the belly of the razor crest.

you kiss him. and he kisses you. 

everything is different now, but some things are still the same.

[luxshine]

Smallish update because I’ve seen some missunderstandigns going on.

Ok, so yesterday was a day. 

I am still reeling of a lot of it, which is why I have not been able to do a transcription of the panel (although the ones I’ve reblogged, made by other people, are very accurate and their only “fault” is not being in my head to know why I had some troubles translating Guillermo’s long answers as he spoke too quickly and too passionately so I had to paraphrase rather than translate literally as I did with the shorter answers, and at some points, I admit my short term memory may have failed me)

I am trying to get the panel off the facebook page to put it on my youtube (With permission from Harlecon’s organizer, Harleyquinnarts, whom you should all follow in Instagram and follow Harlecon on facebook because she’s amazing and made this possible by giving us the space to have the panel. BTW, I have heard that there IS a version already on youtube? If it is, please, please, please, put a link back to Harlecon on it, yes? These small cons deserve all our support)

I am ALSO trying to contact Adrian Fogarty, the dubbing director (NOT the translator, as some people are mis-reporting) who is, in the end, the one who has the answers as to where the hell the “Me too” came from.

Which is the missreporting I;ve seen going around, and which I need to adress.

During the panel, Mr. Rojas went from talking about the “Original” Script to the “DUB” Original Script without making it obvious that there was a different. Understand, for MOST actors, when they talk about the Original Script, they’re NOT talking about the Original English Script. They don’t get that. They get the Original TRANSLATED script, which can be then FURTHER changed by them or the director in order to fit cadence, and lip sync. 

And yes, we come again to my old nemesis, lip sync.

So he said that the original script said “Me Too”, as a reply to Cas’s “I love you”, and THEN Alejandro Fogarty, who has a TON of experience adapting on the fly, and is a very respected dubbing director, changed it to “And I you,Cas” because it fit better Dean’s lip movements.

This DOESN’T mean that Fogarty ADDED the Me Too. IT WAS on the Original DUB Script that Guillermo was reading.

He said that Dean didn’t reciprocate Castiel’s words too, but that was AFTER he said he didn’t HEAR what Dean originally said (Which, granted, could be him misremembering as he admitted he had a bad short term memory). This is not to say that he lied when he said Dean didn’t reciprocate, but that that’ts the reason why two different versions of what he said may be running around. This was when I said that then we had to ask Fogarty about the origin of the dub script “Me Too” as he’d probably be the one who knows.

He also said that while it was a surprise, that the writers had been very subtle creating the story between Dean and Castiel, and that it made SENSE. 

There are a few things I could say here about voice actor culture, but I won’t as it could muddy the issue and I want to wait until I finish the transcription.

What he corrected from my previous assumptions was that there was no Warner Bros quality control. They finish dubbing, then send it to air and as far as HE knows, there’s no WB exec checking the files. He admitted he might be wrong on that, but it’s more probable that he’s right. So IF the “Me too” was added, there would be no final check to stop it. HOWEVER, there has been no request to RE-Dub the line, so we can assume that, now that the horse is out of the barn, WB and CW don’t really care that, in Mexico and LataM, Dean Winchester is bisexual, canonically.

Which brings us back to the REAL question: Where did that Me Too came from?

Now, I want to make clear this I DON’T BELIEVE THERE’S A BIG CW CONSPIRACY TO KEEP DEAN STRAIGHT. What I do believe is that, due to a bunch of mismanagement of the series, PR, confusion of what their demography is, old-boys club mentality AND good ol’ network censorship, they may have ended up accidentally creating the ILLUSION of one.

And to be honest, I preffer to know the ACTUAL truth, which could very well be a rogue dub director (Which, if you check my previous posts, was a possibility I raised, that if there HAD been a rogue dub translator, the director HAD to be on it too), or a different audio version sent from the US.

I’ve seen script captures from the Original English Script that were leaked, and there Dean doesn’t reply ANYTHING. Not “Me too”, not “Don’t do this, CAs”. HE just goes 404,File not found, Being Loved by an angel, doesn’t compute.

So we know that DEan’s answer in english was Ad libbed by Jensen. 

However, we also know that Jensen had to re-record some lines. 

So he could’ve ad-libbed again, something different (Either by choice, or by the director’s request. I frankly don’t know nor care. I just assume that there were two different readings and the “wrong” one was sent to the Latam Translator. Wrong here to mean “not the one that aired in the US”)

And the only way we’re going to get closer to which was it, is asking the dub director, which is what I am trying to do. And I do hope that by now, you trust me enough to know that, IF the answer was “Oh, yeah, we decided that it was more logical” , I’ll tell you straight (Or, you know, organize another panel so that you hear it from the horse’s mouth just as I did with Guillermo Rojas)

Also, yes, Guillermo didn’t say the words “I ship Destiel” or “I am a Heller”. However, he DID say that the ending of the arc of Dean and Castiel having a love story was the closing of the series, that Dean reciprocating Cas’s feelings made it make sense and that it was beautiful. So he is a heller, in spirit if not in name.

ETA: I had to fix Adrian Fogarty’s name as someone pointed out I wrote “Alejandro Fogarty” and this proves that I need at least a week of sleep as this show has broken my brain.

[eyes-of-mischief]

weekly fic recs | 11

fandoms: dbh, dr stone, jjk, mcu

dbh

The Double Life of Connor, The Deviant Detective by TheProphetMich

(mature) (graphic depictions of violence)

Connor gets appointed to the DPD as the first (non-prototype) android detective months before deviants enter the public eye. He continues to work alongside Hank after he deviates and saves androids while pretending he's still a machine.

Self-Destruction by sky_blue_hightops

He stumbled to a stop several blocks away. He closed his eyes only to see dead ones gazing back from his automatic memory replay. Dead eyes, cold skin, his sensors offered. No heartbeat, red blood.

STRESS AT 99.4%. SELF-DESTRUCTION IMMINENT. *** Connor is stressed out and Hank has to calm him down.

dr stone

like an ordinary fool (when his ordinary dreams fall through) by Jazer

Gen will never, ever be someone more than an investment.

Although, he supposes, it’s better to be an investment than a target practice for a bottle of unfinished vodka.

Or: sometimes you end up getting the short end of the stick and your mind tries to take over to protect you - and Asagiri Gen, he's just learning how to recover the pieces of himself that fell apart along the way.

An Eternity in a Night by A_Thousand_Skies (cywscross)

Nights are hard for Senkuu. Gen and Ryuusui try to make them less so.

jjk

The Art of Genuflecting by EvilPeaches

(explicit)

It starts out small. A whisper in his mind. A thought that isn’t his own, spoken in a cadence that isn’t his either. It doesn't take long for Yuji to have the realization that nothing is sacred anymore.

Sukuna doesn’t just ‘go away’, like being locked in a damn box. No, he listens, he observes. His soul, enclosed inside of Yuji, a domineering parasite along for the ride.

You should be honored, Sukuna’s mocking voice hisses in his mind. You belong to a god.

Yuji doesn't feel honored. He doesn't feel honored in the slightest.

mcu

The Needle and the Killing Done by spitandvinegar 

(mature) (rape/non-con)

The asset wears blue jeans, a t-shirt, a denim jacket. The asset wears one glove. The asset walks around the city. It feels as if it remembers something. It doesn't know what it remembers. Perhaps it remembers everything.

After two days the insects crawling over the asset's body become intolerable. The asset uses its metal arm to attempt to remove the insects from the meat arm. The results are not satisfactory.

“What the fuck are you doing, man?” says a pile of refuse.

aiding and abetting: a peter parker saga by indexofangels, peterstank

Bucky Barnes stands in the middle of the produce section at Peter’s local supermarket, staring unblinkingly at the display of oranges like he’s having some kind of a war flashback. 

“Finding everything okay?”

The Winter Soldier starts a little. “Yeah, no, I’m good, just—” he finally glances at Peter and squints. “You don’t even work here, do you?”

“No, but I know this place like the back of my hand.” He glances into the mini cart Barnes is pushing, which is full to the brim with junk foods: tootsie pops, cookie dough, Cheerios, and kettle cooked chips. “Have you considered, perhaps, a vegetable?”

or: 5 times peter parker runs into the rogues separately + the 1 time they work together as a team

Part 2 of stankyflower verse

mdzs

you've got to find a way, say what you want to say by Quixiote

Every month, a man comes into the post office with a letter that cannot be sent to the person they are intended for.

Or: The Saga of The Letters To The YiLing Patriarch as told by DushanYou sect Post-ivator Bai Ju

[mari-beau]

GIVE ME A REASON: PART TWO -A Rogue One Fanfic

Again, mostly just getting my headcanon straight for a close-to-canon Rogue One AU in which Cassian and Jyn survive. I feel like she may seem a little OOC as I’m writing her, but at the same time, I feel like everything that happened in Rogue One, especially on Scarif would’ve messed her up.

(Read Part One)

Title: Give Me A Reason: Part Two

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Characters: Jyn Erso POV, Cassian Andor

Pairing: Cassian/Jyn (mostly pre-ship?)

Spoilers: Rogue One; Episode IV A New Hope

Setting: Post-Rogue One AU (Cassian & Jyn live); Also during/post A New Hope

Warnings: Angst? A little bit of “torture” (for a good cause)?

Words: 856

Summary: Jyn’s entire universe has been turned on its head, so maybe she’s clinging a little too hard to the one thing she feels certain of (strangely enough) as she tries to figure out her place in the galaxy. And maybe she’s being a little overprotective of a wounded captain.

8 Days earlier...

“We’ve reached Yavin 4. You’re going to need to get them to give us clearance.”

“I’m not officially part of the Alliance.”

“Well, get up here and convince them.”

“No.” Jyn pointed the blaster at the Imperial pilot’s face, tightening her hold on Cassian’s unconscious body draped in her lap where she sat on the floor of the shuttle. “You convince them or I’ll shoot you in the face.”

The smart thing maybe would’ve been to get on the radio herself, but she could not abandon Cassian. Not for even a few minutes. She just… couldn’t let go of him.

“If I don’t convince them, you likely won’t have time to shoot me in the face before your Alliance friends blast us all away.”

The infuriating Imp with a strong sense of self-preservation had a point. But what he didn’t seem to be understanding was that Jyn wouldn’t do any better at convincing them who they were, to allow them to land.

Dank Farrik.

If her suspicions about the extent of the man’s injuries were at all accurate, this was going to be unpleasant. Jyn made an attempt at gentle rousing, running the backs of her fingers over his stubble-laden cheek and jaw, speaking his name low but clear.

“Cassian, I need you to wake up. You’ve got to give us a code or something. We’re almost home. Wake-up, Cassian.”

The muscles in his face twitched and the grimace contorting his mouth softened, but there was no movement beneath his eyelids and his breathing remained the same labored but steady cadence.

“Don’t make me do this, Cassian. Come on. Just wake up!” She stroked his cheek again, gave him a little shake, but to no effect.

“They’re requesting we identify ourselves,” the pilot said, his voice becoming strained.

“Then tell them who we are!” Jyn shouted, still no signs of consciousness from Cassian. “We escaped the destruction of Scarif. Give them our names, for all the good it will do. Jyn Erso. Captain Cassian Andor. He’s in need of medical attention.”

The pilot repeated their names over the open frequency. There was a brief pause. Jyn held her breath. But then the Imp swore. He couldn’t be looking forward to being a POW. But the man seemed to have the opposite of a death wish, and was practical. He’d given little protest when she’d shoved a blaster in his face and told him to fly the ship off Scarif as fast as was humanly possible. And now he was as determined to get to Yavin base as she was. Or, not get shot out of the sky, anyway.

“They’re asking for a code.”

Jyn swore.

She shook Cassian. Hard. Shouted for him to wake up. A pathetic moan escaped him and his eyes fluttered open briefly, but then closed again.

“Fine. This is going to hurt, but you’re not going to make it at all if we can’t land.” Jyn leaned down to whisper in his ear as she slid her hand beneath his shirt over hot, taut skin. “I’m sorry.”

She dug her fingers into the blaster wound on his side, feeling the seared, raw, oozing flesh give way as her fingertips sunk into the puncture at the center of the wound. His body immediately jerked and stiffened and then wrenched away from her grasp, curling in on itself.

Cassian cried out in agony and she felt bile leap up the back of her throat.

But he was wide awake now. Panting and bewildered.

She grabbed his arms. His dark eyes, glassy and dilated black with pain, focused on her face.

“If this is what being dead feels like,” he said, his breathing ragged. “I think I choose to live.”

“Good.” She smiled. Cassian was a fighter. “Do you have some sort of code to confirm your identity with the Alliance?”

“What?” He blinked at her, panting hard, one hand cradling the blaster wound she’d maliciously poked, the other reaching to clumsily touch her face, knuckles gently brushing her cheek. What was he…? He was delusional with pain.

“Cassian, please. Your code. So the rebels know it’s you and let us land.” She bit her tongue on the pleas attempting to force their way up her throat, that he needed medical attention, that he was probably going to die in her arms if they were turned away from Yavin 4. And she couldn’t, Force help her, lose another person today. Especially not him. But she’d contemplate why that was some other time. “Please.”

“Fulcrum. Alpha. Three. Six. Two.”

Cassian’s body promptly went limp in her arms again, but he was still breathing. And Jyn sighed in relief before relaying the rebel intelligence officer’s code to the pilot, to the base which would be their salvation.

She fought the tears when they were granted clearance and finally landed to find a team of medics waiting to take the wounded captain into their care. And she knew it was for the best, she knew she should allow herself to be whisked off to get her own blaster wound treated, but she just… couldn’t let go of him.

Read Part Three

[lawful-evil-novelist]

That Roman post, combined with things like Croc having a hefty dose of an unnerving brand of calm Americana to his intonation and cadence, makes me realize a ton of my rogues have very strong horror vibes.

Yeah, they’re sympathetic, but they’re also mostly written to be scary.  I’ve been leaning harder into it lately too.  I think I just like combining that deep noir theming with horror elements.