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What are your witch headcanons?(Thinking of making a story about young kids witches/wizards that shrink down the size of cookies)

Congratulations! You have opened Pandora's Box of shit I brainrot about! BEHOLD!!!

The Many Cookie Run Human Headcanon/Theories I Spin Around in my Brain

Based on what bits and pieces we've seen of the Witch of Light and her Coven (and some bits of concept info from the Witch's Castle Artbook). the human world seemed to be spiraling out of control. War, famine, greed, and more was leading the planet to death. The world was practically self-imploding. It seems like this specific Coven - which I call the Coven of Light - wanted to change things and make the world abundant once again via Dessert Magic.

Whether they discovered this kind of magic or it was already a thing before this is unclear.

They must have been experimenting with Life Powder, and I wouldn't be surprised if why they focused on desserts would be because Life Powder might just be easier to bake into things than use it for anything else. It seems like a very unruly substance that even Dark Enchantress has a difficult time handling.

However, even tho the Witch of Light and her Coven had good intentions that doesn't mean whatever magical breakthroughs they discovered were going to be treated with respect by OTHER Witches. The other Witches we've seen so far (like the ones at the Banquet) seem to be in the magical-baking game for entirely different reasons. What those reasons are have been left pretty vague, but I wouldn't be surprised if it had something to do with extending their lifespans or increasing their own magical abilities. After all, consuming Life Powder might have an effect on humans we aren't privy to.

Basically: WoL goes to an island/continent/whatever to do her Life Powder research and make the world a better place, winds up creating an entire sugary ecosystem and becoming a goddess WHOOPSIE!!!

Other spellcasters see this and go "oh shit that's some powerful stuff over there and also the land isn't dogshit and can sustain life" hence City of Wizards, other Witches arriving, etc.

From a conversation we see between the Shadow Witch and Sheriff Whiskerton, along with some interviews leading up to the release of Witch's Castle, it seems humanity has survived whatever near-extinction was going to claim them. However, as a result, magic is being abandoned and those who practice it (Witches and Wizards) are being persecuted.

Before arriving at the Castle, the Shadow Witch lived with her Grandmother who owned a bakery. It was massively successful! Until rumors started being spread about them practicing witchcraft. Suddenly, the whole town turned against them. (Witch's Castle Special Story - Lab in Chaos)

“…magical baking has become a forbidden craft. Attempts at the Ultimate Recipe shook up the world, you see. Now, Magic is almost forgotten. Witches and Wizards hide their true identities and seemingly, magic had all but disappeared from the world.” - Witch’s Castle Launching Showcase

Magic is a dying art in the human parts of the world, and is seemingly a shunned practice. This might have had something to do with why the Wizards abandoned their City. Maybe they were trying to escape persecution? Perhaps they were under threat of attack?

The City of Wizards seemed to be an independent city-state, and a powerful one at that, so I can imagine nations with strong bias against magic-users would probably feel threatened.

Regardless, the general human populace seems ignorant of Cookies and other living Desserts, just as cookies seem ignorant about humans. It looks like Earthbread as a whole is difficult to get to and difficult to leave. Perhaps this was put in place by the WoL to protect it from the wider world?

Or maybe what few Witches are left cast such a spell at one point in order to hide away from a world that wants them dead? After all, there's evidence of Witches still living across Earthbread, hidden away and isolated in huts and castles.

Regardless, Witches and Wizards are far and few, but what human spellcasters remain practice in secret. I can imagine them viewing Earthbread as a safe haven since such a place gives them freedom to practice their craft without having to be afraid of getting burnt at the fucking stake like in the Salem Witch Trials.

[broken-synchronicity]

How would Kai reaction to Malleus's groupies?

Kal would have that thousand yard stare of sheer tiredness that comes with someone particularly familiar with the concept of both that particular trope in anime as well as IRL fan culture.

Kal isn't particularly impressed with the idea.

[klonoadreams]

Please Fellow reaction to Scully when he gets to Ramshackle is that, ‘wow this kid is weirdo’ because that funny considering him and Gidelle

Honest Fellow just looks at that kid, like, "See that, Gidel? That's what happens to students who don't study."

Like he's one to talk, mister has an elementary school education at the absolute best. Will shield Gidel from Scully if he tries the greeting with a kiss, cuz he made Gidel hiss (kittens hissing is like one of the few things they can do at birth and since Gidel can sneeze, he can very much hiss—it does not require vocal cords).

Gidel hissing at Scully would be the funniest shit ever, cuz his tail is all puffed up and he's like ready to slash or bonk with the hammer.

Rollo just watching Scully get clawed/bonked like, "Fool."

Scully J. Graves is just one of many weirdos in Ramshackle Dorm. No one is normal here. Especially not Yuu (ewe), get with the program everyone, we're all weirdos lmao

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

omg i really really love your blog<3 you are such a sweet person and so kind to all your followers and others on here and your writing is absolutely amazing!

i saw ur requests were open and i was wondering if you could write something for poe dameron? a hurt comfort because in your rules you said you wouldn't accept full angst which honestly is so real of you and i completely agree :D its just, ive read so many fics where poe's best friend or squadron member is either in love with him or fwb with him and he starts dating someone and they look rlly in love but then he leaves the person for the best friend and i cant help but always wonder how the person he left is feeling! and i was wondering if you could write something along the lines of this but he doesnt leave the reader and hes not really in love with his best friend or anything im so sorry this became really long but you can totally ignore this or say you cant do it its absolutely alright!<33

thank you sm though and i hope you have a good day!

Anon, thank you so much for such lovely and kind words! You are AMAZING! (Seriously, they have absolutely made my day/week/year!)

This ask has killed me (positive), my subconsciousness had a lot to say, it seems.

Tangerine, Tangerine

Poe Dameron x GN!Reader Rating: M Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged?

Warnings: angst (but with a happy ending), thoughts that a partner is cheating, blood, x-wing fight, swearing (not star wars swearing, because even though Kriff is great, I need to say fuck), Moonbeam as a nickname, typos, rail road sentences, please let me know if I’ve missed a warning!

Word Count: 4494

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It was just a kiss. It was just a kiss. It was just a kiss. 

You’d misunderstood, you’d read the situation wrong, you’d seen incorrectly. It was just a kiss. It was just a kiss. It was just a kiss. 

Your radio crackled, “Green Leader, checking in. We’re manoeuvring in 5. Call out.”

“Green Two check.”

“Green Three check.” 

 It was just a kiss. 

“Green Four check.” 

 It was just a-

“Green Five check.” 

Just a-

“Green Six check.” 

Just-

“Green Seven,” you swallow. “Check.” 

It wasn’t just a kiss. 

You patted your helmet twice and rolled your neck, breathing deeply as you settled in. On your left, you could see some of Blue Squadron. 

This mission was straightforward - on a holopad. 

Two teams to escort The Harbringer, the resistance supply ship. It had been damaged by a rogue blast from a tie fighter just as it jumped to hyperspace and had had to make an emergency landing on one of Tre’Ral’s desert moons. 

The crew on board had managed to fix all they could. But without proper materials, there was little chance of the ship making it out of the moon’s thick atmosphere and entering hyperspace. So Blue and Green Squadrons had been dispatched. Blue 1-4 had already made contact, jump-starting The Harbringer enough to get it airborne. 

Due to Tre’Ral’s sun and planet density, the gravity on the moons was a little stronger than most world’s atmospheric pressure. 

Green Leader, Sena, had repeated through briefing at how this would affect flying. How to be ready for it. And she hadn’t been wrong, it was different flying here. Tougher. And you loved it.

You’d grown up on Para, a planet with a high gravity density. You’d learnt to fly there well before you’d flown in space. Being here on this desolate moon almost felt like home. Your movements seemed smoother, precise. No longer needing to overcorrect for your naturally ingrained harsh movements. No longer spinning out and fighting low gravity, finally working with the tide. 

The manoeuvre would see the ships escort The Harbringer out of the moon’s atmosphere and then the rest of Blue squadron would form a sort of 3D star formation around the cargo ship. All jumping to hyperspace at the same time to carry it along with them. 

Simple. 

In theory. 

Everyone had spoken about how practically textbook it was, how easy. 

But then, of course, why was Green Squadron going? 

No one at the briefing had asked, why would they when the answer was so obvious. This part of the quadrant was teething with First Order. With a slow, busted supply ship you were all practically screaming for them to come and play target practice. 

You swallow. 

You should be focusing on that, on the mission. Instead of the utter nonsense that was ricocheting around your head and piercing your heart. 

I hadn’t just been a kiss. 

You and Poe had gotten together clumsily, three months ago, your normal awkwardness drowned out by so much Polanis Red that you almost couldn’t see straight. It had been after the battle of Hurthwen, a nasty dogfight that had everyone hyped up on adrenaline. 

He had been drunk when he kissed you, you remembered that. 

Maybe he had thought… maybe he had believed he was kissing her instead. 

It made a lot more sense. 

Sena was the Green Leader, she was a great pilot. One to be reckoned with. She was kind, she was fun, she was beautiful. She and Poe had joined the resistance together, risen the ranks together. Basically inseparable. Always laughing and joking. She had been in the same squad as Poe, under his command before she was promoted to leading one of her own. 

They had always been close. Always. Best friends. 

Sickness bubbled in your throat. 

You remembered Frizz and Hank talking offhandedly, well before you and Poe were a thing. Both of them sure that Sana and Poe were dating or ‘knocking boots’ as Frizz had so elegantly put it. 

“Two people can just be friends, you know.” You’d said, trying to hide your little crush on the commander. 

“Yeah,” Frizz laughed, “But not them. You seen them together?” 

Hank chortled. 

Nonsense. You’d brushed it off then. Allowed it to creep into your thoughts when it was dark and the base was quiet. When Poe’s breathing was soft and light behind you, his arm around your waist. 

Him and Sana just made a lot more sense than him and you. 

“Yeah, but not them. You seen them together?” 

Yeah. Now you had. 

The Harbringer came into view over the horizon. The seemingly endless stretch of desert was cut through in the distance by a fearsome outcrop of crocks, leading up into a field of formidable mountains. 

Blue 1-4 were already hooked up to the cargo ship, all five hoovering moving together as they flew towards you to meet. 

You wouldn’t have said things were difficult with you and Poe. Well, you wouldn’t have said that before. It was complicated for everyone on the base, most staff were on different call schedules, off-world or on a mission at all times. Having a relationship wasn’t straightforward. There were stretches where you wouldn’t even be on the same planet for days, but…

But you had thought it was…

It didn’t matter. 

You’d gone back to the briefing room, just before take off. You’d wanted to tap the main holoscreen twice, for luck. A little ritual you’d adopted early on. Most pilots were a superstitious bunch. 

That’s when you’d seen them. Sana and Poe. Locked in a tight embrace, their lips pressed together in a deep kiss. 

Your heartbeat had thundered so loud you’d been surprised they hadn’t heard it. But they’d been too preoccupied to notice your presence. 

It was cliche but time had almost slowed, calmed and stretched like the moment you take aim, the second before you fired your ship's canons. 

A flash of the control panel had flickered into your mind when you saw them, your fingers twitching as if you had the trigger in your hands. 

You’d turned and left without a sound. Without a word. Without letting them know you saw. Leaving them to… whatever they did next. 

Was it their first kiss? One of many? Had this been going on well before Poe had taken your hand and led you outside so he could clumsily name all the constellations, making up new ones and backstories to make you smile?

“That one here, you see it?” 

“Yeah?” 

“That one’s the best one, best in the sky. It’s orange and it’s right next to that other orange one, like they’re holding hands.”

You’d laughed. 

“That’s me and you Moonbeam.” 

Moonbeam. That stupid nickname. 

You’d gone to your room quickly, the one that you and Poe shared, and taken off the necklace he’d given you. 

“I want you to wear it for luck, Moonbeam.” 

That stupid smile he’d given you as he’d slipped it from his own neck and onto yours. That stupid kiss he’d given you after. You’d thought that expression was cute when you’d seen it, pure. Now it just seemed like he’d been laughing at you, playing some sick joke. ‘How long can I string someone along?’, ‘how far can I go before they realise it’s all pretend?’ 

You’d left the necklace with the ring slipped through on the small set of shelves in the corner, the one Poe normally kept his holopad on. 

It was idiotic, but your neck felt… empty without it. Cold. Every now and then you touched at where the chain normally lay.A subconscious action only brought to the forefront of your mind by the sensation of your own skin instead of metal. 

Something caught your eye in the distance, a flash of sunlight glinting off the horizon. Dread twisted in your stomach as realisation dawned a second earlier than your scanners. The extra gravitational pressure and high quantity of magnetic metals in the sand affected everyone’s ship computers, causing a brief information delay. 

Your alarm sounded out inside your ship, the radar blinking into life as tie fighters approached from the rock outcrop. They’d used the high mineral concentration to hide their energy signatures. 

“Fuck.” 

The radio screamed into life, orders out pouring over orders. Blue squadron rushed into position while Green scrambled. 

“Blue in place now!”

“It’s gonna be rushed, but we haven’t got a choice!”

“No time!” “Incoming!” “Green half split! Evens left, odds right, let’s keep those fighter’s off The Harbringer and Blue squadron! Gamma pattern!” 

“How far away is the Delta?” 

“Calling in attack pattern!” 

You swing to the right, falling in with Hank and Petal and bank hard, it takes less than a second for you to notice that your squad's movements aren’t as precise and well-timed as usual. The stronger gravity throwing everyone, except you, off their game. 

That didn’t bode well. 

You climb for a second, punching hard on the acceleration to get some height and a clear view of the oncoming and flick on your targeting system. The image glitches, doesn’t hold steady even as you focus. Off by half a fraction. 

Shots fire out from both sides, most missing.

“Targeting not working!”

“It’s out!”

“I can’t get a clear shot!” “The read is malfunctioning!”

“Half a click 4/8!” You shout, as you take your shot, hitting two tie fighters head-on. 

“Good shot Green 7!” You can hear the joy and relief in Sana’s voice. “Half a click 4/8, you’ll all have to manually adjust!” 

You dive, swirling around two fighters before skimming close to the ground, trying to draw their attention away from the cargo ship. You spin, slamming your control harder than you would need to in any other situation as you turn and spike past another fighter, taking out one in the process. 

“Wooooo!” Hank yells over the intercom.

You laugh. “Bet you never thought you wished you grew up on Para right?” 

“Every day new things surprise me.” He banks left, you right, Petal dives down. 

It’s too much of a rush, everything all at once, patterns and shots flying, your ship’s systems screaming as you push the engines a little too hard. 

The tie fighters aren’t moving as fast as they normally do, bogged down even more than the x wings by the gravity. They can’t make their normal quick turns and it’s affecting their strike patterns. 

Good. 

But there’s so, so many of them. 

Explosions fly debris out, and you climb higher. Needing a clear view and unable to rely on your targeting systems. 

More shots fly out, The Harbringer is taking a battering but so far its shielding is holding the hull together. 

The radio keeps screaming, overlapping voices that blur into background noise. You’re trained to only hear your call signal, direct messages. You vear off, narrowingly missing a blast to your wing. 

“-On my tail.” Frizz’s voice cuts through the noise, a sharp stab of dread slicing you open as you turn, automatically looking to the reader, it’s still not clear. 

You climb, twist, fall, see a Green ship, followed tightly by two fighters. Accelsorate, bank. You fire. You’re aiming in a panic now, not adjusting right, not breathing through. 

The shot hits one, before you have to swerve to avoid being struck head-on. 

“Thanks 7!” Cril yells over the speaker, managing to shake the other fighter. 

There’s a scream, a crackle of sound over the system. A sound you know too well. You see the ship crash into the desert, exploding before it even hits the ground as the a tie fighter’s shots hit home. 

Frizz.

“No…” 

“Check!” Sana yells, unable to tell who went down with the system glitching. “Green Leader!”

You swerve around another fighter, everything moving so fast, too fast.

“Green Two check!” Cril.

“Green Three check!” Petal. 

Nothing. 

“Green Four!” Sana yells. No call replies. Balna. Not Frizz. 

The momentary rush of relief at Frizz being alive is cut horribly short by the image of Balna’s kind face that bursts behind your eyes. 

You bank left, right, swerve, take aim, twist. 

There’s a chance, a good chance that you’ll win. All of Blue is in place, The Harbringer is moving up with them. The tie fighters are taking more hits than the resistance, their less aerodynamic design hampering them more than usual with this gravity. 

All you need is…

Another alarm. 

“Oh… fuck.” You slam on your intercom. “Z-Fighter!” 

A chorus of yells answer you. 

A Z-fighter, a quick moving ship a fraction bigger than The Harbringer, with two powerful front guns. A few shots would take the cargo ship out completely. 

And with how slow the supply ship was moving, that wouldn’t be hard. 

The Z-fighter storms in, moving fast but not firing, they were obviously having problems with their targeting too, needing a close clear shot. 

“Take out the main cannons!” Sana yells, the panic in her voice cutting through the chaos. You turn, aim, take out a tie fighter but have to veer up at the last second. Twist. 

Someone comes in after you, aiming for the cannons, a fighter clips their side and they can’t correct quick enough. They spiral off, their ship crashing into the Z-fighter. Obliterated on impact. The Z-fighter seemingly unaffected. 

You loop back, adrenaline blinding you to everything, anything that’s not the goal. Take out the canons. Take out the canons. People are counting on you. Take out the canons. 

You fire, a clear shot before you bank to the side to avoid a direct hit to your hull. 

It’s not enough.

You need to pass again, and again. Other x wings flying in, taking shots, the gravity making them slow, imprecise. Only one blast hits and it’s not full on.You’re the only one hitting directly and it’s not enough. 

It’s not enough. It’s not enough. It’s not enough.

There’s shouting and screaming, the zipping of the fighters as they cut through the sky. Someone yells your name and you don’t hear it. 

Another hit lands. One canon out. Only one left. You can do this. The Harbringer is nearly in the upper atmosphere, they can jump from there. Just a few more seconds. You can do this.

“Black Leader!” Poe’s call sign cuts over the dim, followed by the call signs of half of the Red Squadron.

They must have scrambled after first contact. 

The canon’s powering up, a quick glance to your panel tells you that The Harbringer’s shield is barely functioning. They won’t survive a direct hit. With how close they are and the Blue Squadron ships that are attached there’s no way they wouldn’t be pulled down too if The Harbringer fell. 

The canon needs more than one hit to take it down, more than five. No way you can shoot five times before they fire. 

You twist, full force. Pumping the acceleration. Fire. Fire. Fire. Three hit. You don’t slow down. Fire. Fire. Fire. They hit. The canon is still operational. 

Sana is screaming orders, so many shots fire at the canon, none of them hit right, hit full on. 

Two chances left. 

One to fire. If it takes out the canon you just have enough time to serve up, to avoid getting smashed to bits. 

Poe shouts for you over the intercom. 

You don’t answer.

One to fire. If it doesn’t take out the canon then… then you crashing into it head on will. 

Poe yells again, this time cutting over everyone else, sending you a direct call. 

You don’t answer.

You fire. Hit. 

Poe screams for you, his voice painful and panicked. He’s already worked out your plan before you had even thought of it. 

The canon doesn’t go down. 

You cut the call to him. Blocking out his signal. You don’t want Poe to think you did this for him. 

You don’t want him to think you did this because of him.

“Green Seven!” Sana yells, seemingly knowing what you’re going to do. 

Hank screams your name over the radio. It hurts. You think it’s the worst sound you’ve ever heard. 

“Moonbeam!” Poe’s voice is ripped raw from yells, Sana has patched him through over her signal. You were wrong. That was the worst sound you’ve ever heard. 

You dip at the last second, not hitting the canon straight on but smashing your right wing into it. The force surprises you, even though you braced for it. The impact sending you spiralling. You try to regain control, try to turn into the spin. Training taking over even though you're a wing and half a ship down. 

Shouts over the radio, you barely make out- 

“-cannon’s down-”

“-Jump!-”

A spark hits, your console explodes into flame, shards hit your side and you yell. Sky and sand tumbling over each other over and over, and you manage to hit the eject button.

The force rips you upwards, free briefly from your burning ship. But you’re too close to the floor, not enough time to slow down your velocity. There’s-

.

The impact of the ground hurts. Pain explodes along every nerve despite the ejection seat dampening. You scream. 

Agony is everywhere, everything. You can’t feel anything else, can’t comprehend anything except floods of pain. 

You hit your belt, falling out and to the desert floor. Looking up just enough to gauge where you are, where your ship fell. It’s an exploded, fireball mess far off. At least it’s not an immediate threat. You crawl to the side and sob. 

There’s blood falling into the sand from your head, the right side of your face. You can’t see properly out of your eye and your left leg is definitely broken. Shattered. Still, you drag yourself forward, digging your hands in and pulling as something ribs and tears in your side, warm liquid soaking into your fight suit. 

The resistance will jump to hyperspace, they’ll get out. They’ll make it. 

You just needed to get away from your ejection seat, when the First Order doubles back they’ll see it, they’ll see you. You just needed to get to an outcrop. Hide. 

Make it look like you had a weapon. 

Make them shoot you first instead of taking you for questioning. 

Can’t let them take you alive. 

There's the faint sound of a ship somewhere above, landing gear coming down. 

For a second you freeze, panic gripping your heart, you dig into the sand hard, pull, pull, pull  yourself closer towards the outcrop of rocks. The air seems to be leaving your lungs, your breathing ragged and hot. 

You cough, red hitting the dirt, iron hitting your tongue. 

You crawl, pull. The pain is making you light-headed. You gasp, trying to get in a full lung full of air. It's not enough. It's not enough. It's not enou…

.

When you open your eyes your first thoughts are simple. Clear. 

I'm dead.

You were either shot in the head in the sand or simply succumbed to your wounds. 

But then things begin to feel… fuzzy. Not painful, but not right either.

And that's when you smell the Bacta. And then the light starts to change to distorted shapes, and finally, you recognise Hank sitting next to you.

“You better not be dead too,” you whisper your voice dry from lack of use. 

Hank jumps up, goes to grab your hand and then stops himself. There are tears in his eyes. He softly places his fingers on yours and you squeeze back. 

“You're a fucking idiot you know that?” He grins and you laugh. Which hurts a little, but feels good. 

“One sec,” he moves away just to speak to someone outside before he comes back. “I'm the one that picked you up, you know?” 

“Now who's the fucking idiot?” You smile but your chest aches, heavy with the weight of his words. “You shouldn't have done that.” You whisper. 

“What?”

“You were under fire, you should have just jumped-” 

“I saw you eject. Saw you moving. You think I was just gonna leave you there?” He sits. “Besides, I was closest. The commander would have blown up the whole planet to get to you.” 

You swallow, turning away slightly. Going cold at the mention of Poe. 

Hank mistakes the look for guilt, and squeezes your hand again. “Hey, look,” he smiles, “you took out the canons, you're a fucking idiot but you know how to fly in heavy gravity.” 

You snort. 

He smiles. 

“Who did we lose?” 

Hank sighs, “three…”

You nod, closing your eyes for a moment. 

“There-”

There was shouting from outside, a crash and then Poe stormed into the room, med staff close behind him.

You swallow, sickness building in your throat.

He looked awful, drawn out and worn thin like he hadn't slept or eaten in days. His eyes red. 

He rushes forward, Hank moves out of the way, so Poe can take your hand in his. He leans forward and kisses you softly, carefully stroking your cheek, being gentle with your bandages. 

“Moonbeam…” he mutters and you flinch back from him. He looks at you with sad, confused eyes. 

“Look, I can only allow one visitor in here.” The med staff member says.

Hank stands, and speaks when you frown. “I'll see you later, Poe’s the one that hasn't left your side. The only reason he wasn't here when you woke was because I made him go take a shower.” Hank smiled, “you can thank me for that later.” 

Both you and Poe are quiet as the others leave. Poe searching your face for something, while you look away. 

“Moonbeam,” he says again softly, but there's an edge to his words that you're not used to. “What the fuck happened on that mission? What the fuck is this?” He holds up his hand, his necklace and ring wrapped around his palm. His eyes are shiny as he speaks. “Were you trying to kill yourself? What the fu-”

“Poe,” you breathe. Best to get it over quickly. “I saw.”

He frowns. “Saw? Saw what?” 

“You and Sana, in the briefing room… before take off.” 

The small frown on his forehead relaxes slightly for a moment as his eyebrows raise. “You… saw?” 

You nod. 

“You, but, I didn’t see you when I pushed her away?” His voice cracks at the end, a splinter running into the muscle of your heart. 

“You pushed her away?” 

“You didn’t see that?” He frowns again, blinking hard, “you just, just saw and walked away and what? Took this off?” He holds up the necklace again. A tear falls from his eye and he rubs it away furiously as if it had scorched his skin. “Just, just left it and… and…” 

“I didn’t know you didn’t want it…” You say quietly, emotion is making your chest tight and constricted. “I didn’t know you didn’t want her…”

“What?” He breathes, moving closer and squeezing your hand. There’s disbelief in his voice, confusion. Anger, it’s deep down and controlled but it’s there. “No, look, she kissed me. I pushed her away, I, I even logged a report, I’ll pull up the god damned camera feed to show you.” 

He’s not lying. His gaze is unwavering and he’s got that painfully earnest look in his eyes. 

“You thought…” he shakes his head slightly, his voice pained, “you thought I’d-”

“You both make sense together.” You blurt out. “She’s… and you’re…” you shrug and sigh, on the verge of tears yourself. “You’re both the best of us.”

“No,” he shakes his head fiercely, “Moonbeam, no.” He wipes roughly at his eyes again, glancing down for a moment and you lightly touch his head. 

He looks up instantly as you stroke his curls, still lightly damp. 

“I’m sorry.” You whisper.

Poe shakes his head again, grabbing your hand and kissing your wrist. “I’m sorry.” He kicks off his shoes and clambers into bed next to you a little awkwardly. He’s trying to be careful, trying not to hurt you but needing closeness so badly it’s suffocating. 

You scooch to the side as quickly as you can in your current state and lean into him as he wraps his body around you softly and kisses you sweetly. 

“Love you, love you, love you,” he repeats after every kiss, pressing his lips to every part of your skin that he can reach.

“Why are you sorry?” You mutter as he holds you, “I’m the one that messed up.”

He shakes his head, “I’m sorry that I don’t make you realise how special you are, how perfect.” He kisses your cheek, “you’re the best of us Moonbeam.” 

You tut but his grip tightens and he holds you tight. 

“And one hell of a pilot.” He grins. 

You scoff. 

“You are.” He kisses you again. 

You nuzzle against him, settling into his touch. Knots have formed in your chest, pain that’s loosening. His warmth is comforting. Home. 

“Sana said she didn’t know I was in a relationship,” he says softly, resting his chin on the top of your head. “I don’t know if that’s true, but… I do believe her.” 

You nod. “She’s a good person.”

He moves so he can look you in the eyes. “Please, Moonbeam, I… don’t,” he bites his tongue, closing his eyes for a long second. “I want to tell you, I want to say, don’t ever do something like that again… don’t… don’t put yourself at risk.” 

You touch his cheek lightly. 

“But it’s not fair is it?” He smiles sadly. “We both do that every day… You know you were gonna be in my squadron at first?” 

You shake your head in surprise and he nods.

“You were, but… well,” he blushes ever so slightly. “I was so embarrassingly head over heels in love with you,” he laughs lightly. “For months I could hardly talk to you, you know I had to down five Polanis Red’s in a row after Hurthwen just so I could ask you out? I knew I wouldn’t be able to function right if you were in my squad. I knew that I’d put everyone else at risk because if it came down to it… if there was a choice between everyone in the squad dying, everyone on the base, or you… I’d let the resistance burn instead of lose you. Every single time.” 

You close your eyes, fighting the emotion that needs to break through and squeeze his hand like a lifeline. “I love you.” You whisper. 

Your fingertips brush against the necklace, the ring hooking around the first knuckle of your index finger by chance. 

Poe slowly moves his hand from yours and unwinds the necklace from his palm before carefully placing it over your head, giving you plenty of time to move away if you wanted. 

“I love you Moonbeam,” he mutters, his voice low, reverent. Then leans in to kiss you. You kiss him back with all your heart. 

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[ixiot-ghostrebel]

My next brainrot what if there was a aeon representing fear like evryone kn universe dears this aeon so much to point of refusing saying thier name only calling the aeon by nicknames and the only ones who call the aeon of fear like just another aeon are the pepole who walks on path of fear and reader is one of them before they gets on path of fear they were terifited of the aeon to but one day they understands that fear is needed becose withote it humanity wodul be doomed

As for reader personality they are more stoic to terrifying point but when helping pepole with thier fears or phobia they are very gentel and friendly

As for charaters

Selle

Asta

Natasha

@Zardas75 you are literally the sole reason why my blog is even alive at this point. I need more ppl to enter in some requests fr 😭 my motivation dies on me too quickly 😔

Btw, I'm mainly going to just focus on the fact that Reader follows the Path of Fear than the Aeon of Fear in general if that's okay with you.

Path of Fear!Reader With Stelle, Asta, and Natasha!

Stelle

Color yourself surprised: She saw right through your stoic and terrifying point.

How, you might ask? Well, the story's very simple: She was out searching for trash cans, and stumbled upon you with some random stranger she doesn't know, trying to coax them because (to her horror), they were afraid of trash monsters.

Okay, first of all—how dare this stranger! If Stelle wasn't digging in another trash can at the point, she would bonk the living daylights out of them. And you looked cool, so she didn't give into her murder tendencies.

The moment you and she interacted, Stelle was caught a little off at how stoic and terrifying you were trying to be—but come on, she's not afraid of you no matter how hard she tries.

Sorry, but after being stabbed with a giant ice lance thing through her chest, someone glaring holes into her isn't going to scare Stelle off. Besides, she's seen the other side of you while hunting down trash cans. If anything, her...unique quirkiness and traits kind of scare you.

"Stop digging in the trash cans." "I FOUND TREASURE!" "...You are so annoying." "Okay :D"

Safe to say though, you aren't getting rid of Stelle so easily.

Asta

She meets you when several scientists on the Herta's Space Station starts to become very pale, some even running off in the opposite direction they were walking towards. She turns around, and bam—she's also a little terrified to see you.

Even the way you walk was enough for her to drop her precious telescope she carries along with her.

Were you not with the Astral Express Crew, she thought you might have been a new recruit for the Stellaron Hunters or something. You were terrifying!

Yet something about you was very endearing as well. It only amplifies more when Asta catches you taking care of a scientist and their phobia. She almost envies the attention from your soft side.

She tries her best to steel her own nerves as she tries to get to know you better—it's obvious that, despite that stoic and cold facade you have, you were someone of a kind heart and of pure intentions.

"The stars....they're all just a lie, in one world." (did you catch the reference? 👀) "W-well, I assure you, they aren't here! If anything, uhm—they're much more fascinating here at the station!" "Hm. You're about to drop your telescope thing." "R-right! Ah, shoot—uh, sorry!"

Yeah, she's still failing. You're terrifying yet fine as hell.

Natasha

The moment she sees some of her patients pale and a few children cry and running off to hide, she thought some rogue or criminal entered her infirmary.

Turns out, it was just you. You were as terrifying as you were beautiful. If she didn't know better, Natasha would've said she mighy have gotten a heart attack just simply glancing at you.

She tries her best to be polite to you despite her fear of you, and Natasha really adores your soft side when she catches how you help children overcome their fears.

"A-Ah, Y/N! I didn't see you there. How can I helo you?" "I got stabbed in the arm." "Alright, don't worry—I'll be sure to...check up on it."

Whenever you arrive to the infirmary, be it injuries or other reasons, Natasha fumbles on her own words. The question is if it's out of fear or romantic attraction 👀

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: I am so sorry that this took longer than needed! I was caught up in a lot of IRL events, and couldn't finish thid earlier than I wanted it to.

Please, feel free to send requests to me! I honestly need them—the sagau genshin series I'm working on is dying due to my lack of motivation :')

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[mitchell-nihil]

Blog Intro

My name is Nihil, I consider myself a part of writeblr and I post about my writing, stories, characters, and art.

I’m 18 and Canadian, and I am an aspiring comic creator. I enjoy the action genre most in comics, I enjoy dystopian, fantasy, and science fiction in writing, and I enjoy bank heist movies a lot.

The Pandora Program is what I consider my main project, it’s an action-superpower story based in a program called, you guessed it, The Pandora Program. The Pandora Program is a program run by the Canadian government to give superpowered teenage criminals a way to quickly work off exceedingly long prison sentences. It follows Varen Voclain, a reclusive new member with a fresh scar cutting across his face who was admitted after his power developed while he was out for lunch with his mother.

Blue Cataclysm is my secondary project, and the one that I plan to release first. Cyrus’ mother recently disappeared while fighting monsters, monsters that Era is destined to save the world from. In an attempt to find his mother, Cyrus puts together a crew to set sail on the ship he inherited, each member with their own reason for setting to the seas. Era, feeling trapped by his mother and unable to fulfil his destiny, decides to join them in hopes of using a promise of freedom to short-cut his way to victory. But as more people join, the goals of the crew begin to clash, and a sinister history begins to reveal itself.

NEEON is my newest project, a sci-fi action story about a far future city with incredible tech, and a rogue police robot labelled N0V4. A team of vigilante heroes take her in, all with unique backstories that led them to this job, and ones that are going to start making things very complicated.

I appreciate any questions or requests about my stories and characters! Silly drawing prompts and weirdly specific questions are very much my thing, and don’t be worried about asking about something I’ve already answered, because my answers probably gonna be different than the last time I answered it anyways…

other account is @chill-nihil, where I post fandom art. right now it's only JRWI but shhh it's okay

[the-starry-seas]

So I guess it's as good a time as any to have a pinned post?

Hi, I'm Sticks! I use vae/vaer/vaers/vaerself and it/its pronouns. This is a multifandom blog with a dash of many other random things. I'm a proshipper, cloneshipper, multishipper, and polyshipper.

I'll tag things to the best of my ability if you ask. Sometimes I'll forget. I love being tagged in ask games, WIP games, last line challenges, literally whatever. Mutuals can DM for my discord.

You can check out my fics on AO3 at lizardwrites (Star Wars) or purpleturtle9000 (Rise/Bayverse TMNT). Or check the tag for sticks' fics to see drabbles and previews. My askbox is open for requests for more drabbles, headcanons, and general rambling.

Consider this a blanket permission for any and all transformative works of my writing, provided you do not use AI. You may post translated versions of my fics on other sites but you may not repost the original work. And please show me what you've made!

I have a lot of OCs and I love talking about them. I also want to hear all about yours! In the meantime, there's a list of mine below the cut. tumblr wouldn't let me link all of them.

Murderbot:

Jude (she/they rogue SecUnit)

ROTTMNT:

Kestrel

Star Wars:

212th Squad (Boot, Mik, Squeaker, Moxie, Onion, Crumpet)

Aces Squad (CT Racer, CT Fury, CS Blue, CT Whisper, CT Ember)

B Roll, all-girls clone squad formed of Bark, Bite, Bumble, and Bee

Clone Force M (CT Winter, CT Bee, CT Indigo, CT Jewel, CC Nebula, CT Zenith, CT Sunny, CT Star, CT Sky, CT Silver)

Mar'eyce, modern AU Clone Force M, featuring the Smokejumpers

Ghost Squad (CL Harlow, CS Karla, CT Shay, CT Cavalry, CT Boom, CT Ray, CT Nox, CT Tally) and their associated Mandalorians

Green Squad (formerly) now civilians Aralyn, Berry, and Prey Drive

Royal Squad, five tubies adopted by the royal family in a nobody-dies Bail/Breha/Fox AU (Bug, Jaonyc, Yancy, Helio, Vidal)

Shili Squad (Chen Nihaan, Alyx, Bella, Corvin, Watcher, Atlas, Ginger, Circuit, and Synch)

Shiny Squad: Kit's batchmates CT Lucky, CT Shrike, and CT Carno

Grafitti & Rence of the Corrie Guard

Kit also of the Corrie Guard and Fox's shiny/adopted son

Legacy and Legend, a pair of Force-sensitive batchmates who are smuggled to a Jedi temple

Prim Fett (clone, Mandalorian, and adopted daughter of Boba)

Riye Verda (Kamino-cloned, Mandalorian-raised)

Switch (clone, reconditioned, cyborg, mercenary)

Kryndi (florist and Kit's girlfriend in the royal OT3 AU)

Cathedi (Jedi)

Xerin (Jedi)

Clan Merit, composed of Quin, Aya, and Amery (Mandalorians)

Mirshko (Mandalorian)

Torrak Varkus and Torrak Vermil (Mandalorian)

Vinir (Mandalorian)

Senaar, Rish'ak, Marev, and Maiangi from the Suum Ca'nara AU

Soruli and Seryla (Nautolan Jedi and Force-sensitive smuggler)

A'Hidayat (Tusken)

U'Rajya (Tusken)

Tusken OC umbrella tag

Ripper (Yautja in Star Wars)

Valkyries (all-women pirate crew-slash-polycule)

CC Kamor, Eixes Judarri, and Padawan Rivi from the Better or Worse AU, where a clone captain finds and adopts his general's padawan, with the help of the Zabrak smuggler who becomes his queerplatonic partner

Chen Xunielah, a Togruta ambassador and duchess, and her clone husband Chen Nihaan, who form the Chen family with their kids

Scrapper Crew, a collection of troublemaking ladies

Come Home AU, about Mando spouses separated by the Empire and later reunited

Mordex, a Force-sensitive kid enslaved by a Sith who later becomes a bounty hunter during the Clone Wars

And various SWTOR OCs, also an umbrella tag

Transformers:

Button

Chromeblaze

Demoiselle

Goldshot

Neutrobolt & Nitroblitz

Nightflash

Stormbrake

Voltcast

Various:

Rowan

[aesa]

writeblr intro

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hello, everyone! I'm njsa (she/her), a 22 year old university student from australia, currently studying a bachelor's degree in space science. I'm returning to writeblr with more inspiration and dedication to sharing my writing projects. A bit more about me can be found here. On this blog, I'll be posting anything to do with writing, including worldbuilding and inspo boards, as well as other writeblrs and writing projects! I won't be participating in tag games, so please don't tag me in them. Feel free to ask me questions, I'll try to respond as soon as I can. I would prefer it if only those who are 18+ follow my blog, as some of my works may contain mature themes. None of my posts will contain explicit content. All of my novels will be labelled as adult fiction.

about my writing

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All of my writing projects (at this point in time) are contained within a single fictional universe, VESSEL. Majority of my works are high fantasy, with a dash of science fiction, (space) western and southern (australian) gothic. My goal is to publish my novels as serials. Eventually, I'd like to turn these into physical books once completed, though I'll aim to always have the serials available on my website (to be released) for free ✧

my writing projects

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Vessel is the story that started it all - my magnum opus. This is a high fantasy series that expands across the galaxy. It is a progression fantasy with extensive worldbuilding, political intrigue, magic, other-world species and so much more. It is the origin and main focus of my writing; all of my other novels surround it. This epic follows Brynas, a girl born on Earth, and her path to becoming a legend known throughout the galaxy as she discovers her true calling. Inspirations and similar stories: game of thrones, cosmere, dune, star wars and heavy inspiration from retro-futuristic, space-surrealist aesthetics.

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Snake Oil is a prequel story to the Vessel series, and the first novel I intend on publishing. It is set on Earth in the late 19th century and is an Australian gothic, mystery novel. At the moment, it contains three POVs. An elite academy in the Irish countryside discovers, once closure procedures commence, that three of their students have been missing for over a decade. Reinforcements are called to investigate. ~ A constable stationed in the Australian high country is tasked with transcribing police reports. People grow restless over the lack of action taken by law enforcement on the mysterious disappearances of fellow townsfolk. When a group of locals decide to take matters into their own hands, he volunteers. ~ Deep within the Australian mountain ranges is a village unknown to the outside world. A girl with peculiar abilities begins to question her faith when strange visions plague her mind, and the comforting security she felt as a child begins to unravel as she enters adulthood. Inspirations and similar stories: picnic at hanging rock, ethel cain (music), immaculate (movie), sour switchblade - elita (song).

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Rogue Frontier is a story that runs alongside Vessel. It is a space western that is, at the moment, only an idea with a few scenes, though the main cast is well established. Genuinely only came up with this idea because I crave found family stories. A comedic space western that follows the adventures of a bounty crew that are begrudgingly forced to work together under an anonymous boss. Over time, they learn that the promise of riches isn't the only thing keeping the crew from falling apart. Inspirations and similar stories: guardians of the galaxy, cowboy bebop, wayfarers series, rogue one, oingo boingo's music (the entire dead man's party album) and 80's music in general.

If you'd like to be added to the tag list of any of these stories, let me know!

other blogs

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I have a side blog dedicated to my writing projects, @vesselserial Here, you can read more information about VESSEL and keep up with my progress. I also have a general blog / studyblr @dunedreamr, where I'll be posting my progress in completing my bachelor's degree (and future career pathways) as well as other interests that I have, like books, movies e.t.c.

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last updated: July 16, 2024

[abrushwithdeath]

((Hello! I know I haven't been around a lot for... well, quite a while. Between work and still not having my medication, it's been a rough year. But, more importantly for this blog specifically, I've been having a hard time with writing Rogue. I won't go into details, but long story short a friend of mine that I have been writing with exclusively on discord has made writing Rogue kind of... a slightly sore spot for me at the moment. I also feel pretty bad about my writing in general right now, admittedly. I do intend to come back because I very much miss writing her (and I've been writing her off and on since, like, the early 2000s), but I've needed a moment to step back from here and focus on other things. I'm just going through a slump, I think, and I'm struggling to figure out how to work with what time I have.

That said, after the first two weeks of school (in which I have, once again, been asked to work double shifts because they're putting someone from the night crew on days for the first couple weeks to help with moving stuff), I should be getting back to slightly shorter work days. So if that happens as I'm hoping, then I'll start having a few hours in the afternoon to do some writing! Currently I'm trying to get Rogue's voice back by doing a bit of fic writing here and there. I think it's helping some.

Anyway- I have to be up at 6 so I'm headed to bed. Love y'all lots I hope to be around more in a few weeks <3))

[memento-morri-writes]

everything about the tags you just put on my post sounds FANTASTIC!!! I LOVE juicy NPC relationships!!!

tell me more? 👀

- @akindofmagictoo

ZOEEEEEEEEEE. You fucking ZOOMED to send this ask, adjkasdja. And I appreciate it SO much!!!!

okay, this is literally a mile long, and I sincerely apologize for that. I tried to cut out as much of the excess stuff as I could, but this is YEARS worth of lore to condense into one post.

If you want to read more about Rook, his tag is here on this blog, and here on my personal blog where I post my more informal/silly stuff about dnd. (It's just "oc: Rook" on both blogs.) My tag for all things dnd is "morrigan plays dnd" (on both blogs), and on this blog I have "dnd writing" which is snippets of my prose versions of certain scenes from the campaign or Rook's past.

The absolute juiciest NPC relationship of all time is Rook and Sigmar, but I linked an explanation of that when it becomes relevant in the post under the cut. (In that linked post there's also an explanation of the relationship between Rook and his first captain/mentor, Zara, and also between my barbarian, Carrion, and his mentor, who he may or may not be planning to murder. Just in case you want more juicy NPC relationships...)

And I would absolutely fucking LOVE to hear more about Iphigenia. (Weirdly enough, the second dnd character named Iphigenia I've met. Had one in one of the campaigns I played in. Her player was a classics major, so they knew full well what they were doing and based on what I've read about your Iphigenia, you do to...)

And I would also LOVE to hear about your cleric. Playing exes with another PC is so fucking funny. I love it. Two of my friends once played (as temporary characters) immortal lesbians who had been married and divorced DOZENS of times. One of them was a changeling, so the other one didn't even always know it was the same person.

There is nothing I love more in the world than talking about my dnd characters and hearing other people talk about theirs so you are ALWAYS welcome to send me an ask or a DM or anything at all about dnd-related things. I love hearing what other people's characters get up to.

Okay, so context: Rook is my half-(woof)-elf swashbuckler rogue. He's the bastard son of an elven nobleman named Alistair Lockwood who is on the governing council of a country called Arborcea.

Rook's birth name was Adrian Lockwood, but for the purposes of this post I'll be calling him Rook the whole time.

Rook's mom passed him off to Alistair as soon as he was born and vanished. He has no idea who she is, and he doesn't care. As far as he's concerned he doesn't have a mom. (Ofc, realistically there's a lot of nuance to this and she most likely had zero choice in any of it, but that's not important to this post.)

Rook grew up in the Lockwood Manor, with his father and his 3 half-brothers, Silas, Byron, and Theodore. The half-brothers are all full-elves, and thus were already DECADES old when Rook arrived. All of them (the brothers, Alistair, and his wife Evangeline) hated Rook. He was a reminder and a source of shame.

When he's 17 Rook ran away to the nearest port town and joined the crew of a pirate ship. What happened after that is WAY too long to get into here, because it's 9 years of pre-campaign stuff and then a campaign that's been going for 2 real-life years.

The important thing is that recently (during the campaign) Rook ran into this guy named Sigmar. (CLICK HERE for a better explanation of the Liars and their messy relationship. + MORE.) They ended up getting really close, Sigmar becoming a sort of mentor to Rook. Sigmar was also the only person (up until last session) who knew who Rook's father was. He said he knew Alistair (which should have been a big red flag), and seemed appalled when Rook mentioned how poorly he had been treated.

Fastforwards like 20 sessions and it turns out that Sigmar is actually a corpse that's been being puppeted and spoken through by the BBEG, a mad scientist by the name of Dr. Purity. We find this out by finding basically a magical recording device in the abandoned underground lab we're exploring. In the recording, Purity (though he wasn't using that name yet) mentions that Alistair Lockwood was supposed to provide him and his daughter shelter.

His accomplice informs him that his daughter is dead, and convinces Purity to go to someone else for help instead of running away, kick-starting his villain arc. However, that's not quite true. His daughter is alive and has been traveling with the party this whole time. However, Sigmar/Purity has been essentially ignoring her in favor of spending time with Rook. (The worst part of this is that he genuinely really does care about Rook and it's going to ruin both of their lives sooner rather than later.)

She asks him about her mother, and he says she doesn't have one, that he created her to be "perfect, not a monster".

The party destroys Sigmar's body, and it's revealed that one of the party members has known Sigmar's identity since basically day one and never told Rook, even when it was obvious they were getting very close.

Fastforwards about a day and a half and we're walking through a different part of the sprawling underground laboratory. We're supposed to be looking for a hidden room with records that we need to prove that the Merchant's Guild sucks, but Rook finds a door with "Dr. Meladria" (the name Purity was using at the time of the recording) on it.

He goes inside and finds a file of documents labeled "Project Alina" (Alina being the name he gave to his daughter when she was born/created. We call her Cherry though.). Rook skims the first page or so and finds mention of both his father and oldest half-brother, Silas. To quote my session notes, Rook was "at his limit for knowledge-based self-harm" so he takes the documents and leaves.

He intended to give them to Warren, the werewolf gunslinger who's basically become Cherry's adoptive father. But that same session Warren permanently dies, sacrificing himself to save/revive Rook. (His player had been planning to kill him off for months, apparently.)

After that, a BUNCH of shit happens, including Rook getting kidnapped and tortured for nearly a month. So obviously those documents are the furthest thing from his mind.

Last session an NPC traveling with us who's from Arborcea approached Rook and questioned him about his relationship to Alistair Lockwood, and Rook reluctantly revealed that he's his father. After she left, Rook pulled out the Project Alina documents and read through them.

It turns out that Alistair and Silas were both involved in supplying Meladria/Purity with samples of elven and fey genetics, which Meladria/Purity used to create... things. Namely Alina/Cherry, who he made using in part his dog's genetics, because she's a werebeast.

Now Rook has to be the one to tell her that (a task he would have gladly passed off to Warren), which is probably going to turn into a whole discussion about Cherry and Rook's very fucked-up feelings about Sigmar. (They both were upset at the reveal of his identity but for opposite reasons. Cherry because he didn't care about her, and Rook because he did.)

I half-jokingly pitched the idea of us running into Silas when we're back on dry land (we're in our sailing arc right now), having been sent by his father to re-establish his connection with Purity's cult/organization, the Children of the Enlightened.

(The reason I brought it up is because we were going to do this tournament thing and the DM revealed to me after we ended up not doing it that Rook would have ended up facing Silas in the fencing portion of the tournament. And that Silas would have probably poisoned him in order to win.)

I mentioned it a few days ago and today the DM tells me he's been thinking a lot about it, and I took my chance and dove headfirst into spouting out a zillion what-ifs of what could happen when Rook sees Silas again. I would be shocked now if it doesn't end up happening, hahaha. Me and the DM share ALL of our braincells when it comes to making Rook miserable.

Anyways, it would be a fucking wild ride because Silas and the rest of the Lockwoods had basically assumed that Rook/Adrian was dead. But now here he is as a member of a powerful adventuring party, who happen to be standing in the way of Alistair's interests.

Of course they'd probably end up fighting and both of them would tell their companions to stay out of it. Rook is usually very self-deprecating, but I think he would end up being very arrogant during this interaction with Silas, in part because he's so much stronger now than he was as the child/teen that Silas knew, and in part because he's drastically overcompensating for how fucking worthless the Lockwoods taught him he was.

I'm hoping Silas still poisons him, lmao.

Of course Rook wouldn't kill Silas, but rather send him back to tell Alistair that yes, Adrian Lockwood is dead, but somehow he still managed to kick your heir's ass.

Since by the time we get back to dry land Rook is hopefully going to have killed his personal villain, the world's most powerful and feared pirate captain, the Crown of the Sea, Kora Wolf, it would be fucking hilarious to see Silas's reaction to Rook saying "I killed the Crown of the Sea, do you really think you pose any kind of challenge to me?". (What can I say. I want to make that asshole shake in his 200gp boots.)

Okay, phew, I think that's the end of that. If you read this whole thing, I am giving you a hug (if you want it) and all of your favorite foods.

[sunseed-fandump]

Does azure wizard's staff pick fights with Pure Vanilla’s staff or Shadowmilk’s one?

To everyone else, they're having an intense staring contest. In weird eye-staff speak, they're talking shit.

Orchid: Taking a child as your host is absolutely vile.

Azure Flame: YOUR MASTER IS WEAK. WITH MY GUIDANCE, MINE WILL SURPASS YOURS. HIS LIFE POWDER WILL FUEL MY FLAME.

Blueberry Eye: Your 'master' needs a step-stool to reach the top shelf.

Azure Flame: MEANWHILE YOURS WAS DEFEATED BY A TREE. YOUR OPINION IS INVALIDATED.

This would probably go on for hours if they were left in the same room.

[broken-synchronicity]

I too saw the what if Twst boy play CMK au. So my question which cookies are the boys favorite?

Don't do this to meeeeee there are too many damn cookies in this stupid game. I would need an entire spreadsheet to answer likes/dislikes and I do not have the time or attention span to do that 😭😭

Though I do agree with you Anon, you're pretty spot on in your idea. (Also, who isn't a little traumatized by SMC at this point in one way or another??)

[norcalbruja]

Since Loki keeps going on about how HE'S IN MARVEL, AND HE'S TOTALLY GETTING ME OUT OF THIS FUCKING DEAD-END JOB/LIFE, I figured I should tell my three spirit-blog readers that, like... Gambit and Rogue have entered the building.

Because Gambit as played by Channing Tatum just fills me with conflicting emotions. On one end, Adult Me is going "OMG!!! CHANNING'S IN A COMIC-ACCURATE COSTUME!!! AND WE COULD HAVE HAD HIM AS GAMBIT YEARS AGO IF THOSE STUPID HIGHER-UPS HAD KEPT THEIR FUCKING PROMISE!!!"

Meanwhile, Thirteen-Year-Old Me is going "Bro, I watched you every week in X-Men Evolution. You throw exploding cards and you had a thing with Rogue, my favorite goth. WHY ARE YOU HOT NOW??? HOW DARE YOU???"

I try to settle things down by making a Gambit cosplay, and by asking one of the Deadpool and Wolverine costumers too many questions about mah boi Gambit's costume.

Honestly, there's not much TO SAY about Gambit and Rogue's drop-ins. They are married (at this point in time???), and they're part of the X-Men. So, you know, they're superheroes! Good people! No red-alerts from the other, uh... "normal" spirits about whether they're imposters or trying to get me off guard.

Rogue is very obviously touch-starved, but apparently her problem of "I might accidentally kill people by touching them" only extends to HUMANS. Spirits like the Water-Spirit and deities can touch her, although it fucking hurts sometimes. Rogue has turned the Water-Spirit back into water for a few minutes, which is really painful for him, so she doesn't want to find out if she can accidentally kill SPIRITS as well.

She dresses like the X-Men Evolution teen goth Rogue, partly because I loved teen goth Rogue, although she's obviously older to match the Channing Tatum version of Gambit, and she also has the big 1980s-style hair from her comic-book counterpart.

Gambit absolutely loves Channing's portrayal of him, partly because Channing loves him. Gambit even looks like the Deadpool and Wolverine version of himself, which is about as much validation as an unverified pop-culture spirit can get.

And it's like... Gambit and Rogue are very much a UNIT and constantly together, in the same way that "Persephone and Hades" or "Dionysus and Ariadne" are a unit. One comes around, the other is in spiritual "yelling distance."

Married spirits just seem to hang out with me a lot. I don't know why. Maybe because the Water-Spirit is considered "my common-law husband" by Hera herself, goddess of marriage?

A lot of the "couples" feel extremely bad for me/us. We're two people who both had shitty luck and ended up working together in the most shitty circumstances, and now we just... hang out together, because for the LONGEST time, the Water-Spirit was the only Pinoy spirit keeping me from going spiritually "feral."

Like, the Water-Spirit had to lie about his identity because he didn't see ANY other anito coming to help me or talk to me, or anything that gods tend to do. Keeping that kind of good conduct clearly paid off, if the real Haik thinks he did a damn good job as an imposter.

Rogue is always saying "man, if your sea-boy was human, he'd be SO GOOD for you. And he's already GREAT!"

Gambit also loves watching me fail at card tricks and shell out money for pieces of my Gambit cosplay. When I bought a wool coat from J Crew and mourned the injury to my wallet, he just laughed and went "Getting closer to me, aren't you, sha?"

I'm like "Yes, Gambit, I'm getting your clothes and learning card tricks so I can pretend to be you. That's how cosplay and acting works."

And he was like "No, sha, the closer you get to me, the closer you get to the X-Men. I know Loki sounds dumb right now, always talking about how he's in Marvel, but remember: He's a god, and he's in Marvel, and he wants to help you."

So now I have TWO spirits talking about Marvel, and I'm going to fucking scream.

[klonoadreams]

Idia:living people can get through the Gates Of Underworld.

*Floof walk through*

Idia: AYO!

Post Ignihyde chapter is everyone trying not to say anything about it to floof while the entirety of Pomefiore fusses over her because Vil is on red alert after his close call but also has no fucking clue on how to deal with it like "hey, are we going to talk about it any—"

Rest of the OB gang: NO.

Idia already like on the verge of an anxiety attack because his mom WOULD use this as an excuse to examine the very girl her son(s) often talk about like, first it's Ortho sending messages about this fluffy Yuu (ewe), then post chapter 6, she starts to notice "oho?? Ortho too?"

Because the sheer hilarity of Floof is Idia trying to constantly shove her on Ortho when Ortho was trying to push her towards him.

And then uh oh, both Shrouds have a crush, but theyre still like "you should be happy" while floof is just blissfully unaware that the Underworld did not affect her at all. :V

[trickstercaptain]

indie captain jack sparrow, private, plot heavy, low activity, primarily trilogy & tpof based. est. 08/14. rebooted 02/20. written by lottie ( she / her ), gmt, 25+

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• A couple of notes about my portrayal of Jack: I draw on both movie & book canon, primarily the trilogy and Ann Crispin’s The Price of Freedom, the latter of which concerns Jack’s past, although I do borrow sparingly from other sources across extended canon. He is much more than the witty rogue with a fondness for rum that he is often dismissed as and I have been writing him long enough to develop him far beyond the scope of his canon; I therefore ask that you please respect this and my reasons for being picky when it comes to incorporating certain ‘canon’ established in Dead Men Tell No Tales in particular.

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[batkidd]

Blog Guidelines / Rules here. BATKIDD 🦇

⬑appearance reference here

Kidd AKA Batkid AKA

Kieran D. Davis

is not his real name.

↳ 📂 GCPD Official File

📂 Arkham Asylum Medical File

🎙️ Comments from the other Rogues

Real Name: Unknown

Aliases: Batkid , Kidd , Kieran D. Davis (Suspected real name, no official document)

Birthdate: Unknown

Birthplace: (Suspected) East End, Gotham

Nationality: (Suspected) U.S.A

Citizen: (Suspected) Yes

*Subject has no known documentation, birth certificate, or passport.

Age: over 18 to early 20s

Sex: Male

Gender: Claims to be non-binary, masculine presenting; uses any pronouns

Height: 5'5"

Weight: 158lbs

Build: Slim

Eye color: D. Brown

Hair color: Black

Scars and Marks: Multiple bruises around legs and torso, cuts around arms and fingers.

Known Gang Affiliation: No

Crime(s): Assault, battery, theft; practices vigilantism

Status: Escaped from Arkham Asylum, possibly hiding out in East End.

📂 GCPD Official File

↳📂 Arkham Asylum Medical File

🎙️ Comments from the other Rogues

Diagnosis:

Schizophrenia

Seen having delusional thoughts about The Batman, and an imaginary friend known as "Robert". Frequently speaks to himself while referring to "Robert".

Highly suspected psychopathy, due to expressed psychopathic tendencies around doctors and other patients; one such case included lashing out at another patient, Victor Zsasz, after the man made fun of Davis for being rather short. The situation escalated after Davis retaliated with verbal abuse, where Zsasz would be seen getting irritated at Davis and the pair would seem as though they were preparing to fight; Davis ended up throwing the first punch, then quickly got apprehended by nurses. The two were then separated. When asked, Davis showed no remorse in punching Zsasz, even showing he took enjoyment out of it.

Davis has also shown signs of being rather childish for his suspected age of being around 19 to 21. When asked about this, Davis stated that he had no interest in growing up after what he saw it would be like in society, that it was "boring" to him.

📂 GCPD Official File

📂 Arkham Asylum Medical File

↳🎙️ Comments from the other Rogues

Joker:

[TAPE STARTS]

↳ " The kid is clearly off his rocker! (Laughter) He claims he's Batman's number one fan when clearly that title goes to me!

At first I thought he was another one of the Bat's little birdies flying off his cape but as it turns out, (gasp), The Batman himself had no idea who this kid was! Talk about an irresponsible father~ (Maniacal laughter)

But seriously, that kid is nowhere NEAR the level of number one fan of Batman than I am! And if he so much as thinks he can come close to me? Well, he's got another thing coming' to him.

(Even more maniacal laughter)

" [TAPE ENDS]

Harley Quinn (POST JOKER BREAKUP):

[TAPE STARTS]

↳ " Honestly? The kid ain't THAT bad, I mean sure he's got a few screws loose but come on, who doesn't? I think Bats gives him too much of a hard time, the kid's just tryin' his best to be like his idol! Even though, well, the kid is pretty obsessed with him... ah, well, ain't everyone a lil' into Batman though? (Chuckles) But I digress. The kid's helped me out, helped out the Batman and his lil crew too on some occasions, so I think he deserves more credit!

" [TAPE ENDS]

Catwoman: 

[TAPE STARTS]

↳ " I'm pretty sure everyone who's talked about this kid has mentioned his obsession with Batman... it's pretty off putting, but he's not all bad. Even though, he is pretty crazy. That aside, his heart's in the right place, I'm sure. Growing up in Gotham must've been hard for him, especially since I hear his parents walked out on him when he was like what, 11? I heard he doesn't remember anything before that age... poor kid. Hope the others aren't too hard on him, but he seems to know how to take care of himself, so I'm not too worried.

" [TAPE ENDS]

Two-Face:

[TAPE STARTS]

↳ " THAT annoying kid who dresses in a shitty bat costume?! We've seen him around, but he doesn't come to our turf much... must be too scared! Though it pisses us off the way he'd try to steal from us. He's just another annoying fly that I would love to swat out.

" [TAPE ENDS]

Riddler: 

[TAPE STARTS]

↳ " Hmph. That child claims to want to be Batman? What a joke. He doesn't seem like the bright type, he'd shatter in an instant trying to solve my riddles. His obsession with the Bat won't amount to anything, mark my words.

" [TAPE ENDS]

Scarecrow:

[TAPE STARTS]

↳ " Our paths have crossed, unfortunately. I find this child to be an annoyance, but surprisingly skilled, as much as I hate to admit. Somehow, under all of that juvenile delinquency, fear doesn't seem to grasp him as hard as it does others. Though, I know he has fears-- perhaps he's too ignorant to acknowledge them. I find him to be a fascinating patient to test on, his irritating personality aside.

" [TAPE ENDS]

Penguin:

[TAPE STARTS]

↳ " THAT bloody lunatic had the audacity to steal from ME! Here I thought he was just some fanboy of the Bat, but I suppose he's more foolish than I first thought. Nobody steals from The Penguin without getting away from it, and especially not some kid!

" [TAPE ENDS]

Poison Ivy:

[TAPE STARTS]

↳ " Hm, I expected this child to be more reckless. Surprisingly, he hasn't really went out of his way to harm any plants, but it's not like he particularly cares about them either.. aside from the pretty ones he would stumble upon. I've heard his voice through the vines and moss that grow throughout the streets, and there's something sad about him that I can't really place... that, or I'm thinking about it too much. He can be a nuisance to the others all he likes, as long as he doesn't stomp on my plants, we're in neutral standing.

" [TAPE ENDS]

≪ INTERVIEW LIST MAY UPDATE ≫

※ characters are not obligated to follow this previous set of impressions, these are just headcanons !