#this man turns 66 today...

[dragonrider9905]

Midnight Snacks

Summery: Dogma had a long day at work and comes home to a surprise.

Warnings: none, pure fluff

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Dogma trudged his way through the streets back home.

It’d been a long day. 

Well, in truth, it’d been a long day for a long time. After the fall of the Republic with that fateful ‘Order 66’ (which he really didn’t know what that was all about) Dogma took the first opportunity to escape the prisons, which were in chaos. He’d struck out on high alert and extreme secrecy for who knows how long, living hand to mouth and always looking over his shoulder. Little by little, the paranoia dissipated and life turned into a day by day experience. Apparently the Empire was too busy to hunt him down (which was fine by him). They were too busy looking for other high value targets (which he had to admit, he didn’t know who or what they were. He didn’t get a whole lot of information in his cell on Coruscant). He’d rather be safe than sorry so a low profile he kept, but he also decided to live a little of a life. He’d get a job, make some money and live like a normal person doing…what normal people do. Whatever that was. 

Monotony of time went on; Dogma got steady work and a steady life. Rarely anything fell out of place, just like how he liked it. He liked as few disruptions as possible. He knew everything that was going to happen. Everything had a place and everything was in its place. Order was the order of the day...that was, until he met you. 

You were the craziest, funnest person on the planet (and he’s got to admit that’s what made him attracted to you. Like, how in the galaxy did you have such a carefree spirit? Live from moment to moment without anxiety for the future. Always ready for an adventure. Believe that everything would be ok, and it always was. Blew him away). 

Dogma always liked understanding everything, and nothing scared him more than when his heart started beating abnormally around you. The queasy feeling in his gut whenever you’d do something around him. The blush whenever you’d tease him. The irrevocable smile that’d show up on his lips whenever you laughed. Dogma didn’t understand any of it! 

Ok, he retracted his earlier statement; he realized he was never more scared than when he connected the dots: he was in love with you. 

Falling in love was easy. Staying in love was the hard part. 

His shifts at the factory were long and hard. 12 hours a day, zero breaks, four days a week. The bits in between were yours. How do you keep love alive on that? 

Turning left at the corner and sighing into the night, slightly chilled with the season and a hint of rain in the air, Dogma felt almost giddy. It’d been three months since he told you how he felt. Three months since you told him you felt the same way. Three months of bliss, and extreme exhaustion. Before his shifts or after, he’d head to your place to spend time with you. It was a solid thirty minutes (if not more) on a good day from his apartment to the factory adding so much extra time to his day he wondered every night coming home if he should quit. 

He was a reasonable man too though. Jobs were hard to come by. If he quit, he’d need a plan. And he couldn’t quit now, there were too many bills to take care of. Plus if he wanted a future with you… 

But, how long would this last on the scraps you gave each other? 

He sighed, almost defeatedly. 

The contradictory swirl of emotions had him climbing on top of the highest mountains of Aldaraan and tumbling far below into the depths of the oceans of Kamino. 

He decided to head straight home today. The lack of sleep was really playing a number on his mind. He’d commed you before with no answer on your end. He hoped that you’d understand. That you weren’t upset with him. It was always hard for him to tell. He wasn’t the best when it came to reading emotions and even then, since his…mistake on Umbara, a gaping hole of self doubt was left in its wake. 

Sighing for the up-teenth time, he finally turned onto his street.  Reached his door and pulled out his keys…to notice the light was on.

He was pretty sure he’d turned off all his lights when he left? Perhaps his habit just slipped. Doing things for so long he’d forget even doing them. 

Stepping his apartment, he dropped his stuff to the floor, and sighed again. Home at last.

“There you are!” 

Dogma screeched and nearly jumped out of his skin.

The sound of your bright, bubbly voice was the last thing he expected to hear. Looking at you with wide, surprised eyes, you laughed and ran into his arms, embracing him with a hum. 

“Now you shut that trap of yours and move it! I’ve got everything ready for you!” Forcibly lifting his jaw back into place, you pushed him further into his apartment. 

“What…?” 

Had he gone to your place by accident? No…those were his books, his carefully stored few belongings…

“When I got your comm, I could almost hear how tired you were. I figured since you’d been coming by me every day, I’d surprise you and throw you a welcome home party! Whatda think?!”

“The place is empty.”

“Exactly! You’re kind of party.”

Dogma chuckled. You weren’t wrong. 

“It’s great, thank you.”

“Oh I’m just getting started. First, it’s snacks in the kitchen, then it’s holovids, then a good night's rest for your off day tomorrow!” 

You waved your hand to the couch where you haphazardly threw pillows and blankets onto the floor. Pillows and blankets he knew were not his. 

“You brought your stuff over here?” Dogma knew you were particular about your comfort items. You liked them clean and in place in your own apartment. They never left their spots. 

“Yeah! I figured we could make a blanket fort! I know you don’t have many of your own yet.”

“I, uh, I—” 

“Oh stop babbling and let’s eat! I know you’re starving!”

Bopping behind him and placing your palms on his back, you practically pushed him all the way into the kitchen. 

Sitting on the table was a vast variety of his favorite snacks all assembled in a neat array. 

“Oh wow…” Dogma was at a loss for words. You did all of this for him?

He turned to see your sparkling face and smiled. 

“Thank you for everything. I don’t deserve…”

“No talking like that! You deserve the galaxy, my dear.”

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he drew you in for a hug. Against his chest, he felt your smile. Pressing a kiss to the top of your head, he broke away. 

“Should we move the snacks into the living room and get started on those holovids? Since you’re the absolute best, you get to pick.” Dogma picked up a platter of meats and cheese on it, moving to the small coffee table he had.

“But this is supposed to be your relaxation night…”

“Nah, whenever I’m with you I’m relaxed.” He paused with a look of realization crossing his face, along with a smile. “Well, mostly.”

You laughed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, nothing.”

Raising an eyebrow you shook your head. 

“Ok, then.”

“Isn’t that show you like on tonight?” he asked. “I can turn that on…”

“But…”

“If you like it, I like it.”

You giggled. “Ok, sounds like a plan.”

“Also, I get to make fun of it if I want to.”

“Dogma!”

You laughed and threw a pillow at him, which he expertly deflected with a laugh. 

Settling down and wrapping blankets over your heads, Dogma started the show. 

“Aw shoot, I forgot the dip in the fridge.” You scrunched up your face, eyes glued to the screen. The action was only beginning. A slight look of disappointment crossed your face before you stated “I’ll be right back.”

“No you stay, I’ll grab it.” 

With a wink, Dogma jumped to his feet and ran to the fridge.

Opening the door, Dogma was struck in the face.

“What the kriff?!”

Running a hand down his face and refocusing, he didn’t see the dip he was looking for, instead he noticed a little, red dragon sitting on the shelf…laughing? Was it laughing at him?

“Why….is there a dragon in my fridge?”

“It was hot!”

“What kind of an explanation is that?” Dogma said more to himself than you.

 “Well I mean if he was hot.” He rolled his eyes. “What the kriff is he doing in my fridge though? Where’d he come from?”

You came running into the kitchen. “Isn’t he the cutest thing!!! I found him today roaming the streets. He’s a fire dragon! I’m going to bring him home and raise him and we’ll be best buddies.”

Dogma shook his head. You were crazy. 

But he loved that about you. 

Yeah, this love would stay alive for a long time. Who knew, even maybe the rest of his life.

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Starrrrr, my babe! Congrats on your 100 followers, that is amazing! You are amazing! IT'S ALL SO AMAZING! Happy squirrel and fellow CCS here. My request---Bradley (because DUH, it's me!), and a fluffy “You’re beautiful, you know that right?” moment because I'm feral over the idea of this man speaking these words to me. <3

Meer, my darling! Here's the fluffy Bradley Bradshaw fic you requested! Enjoy! This "You’re beautiful, you know that right?" moment is brought to you by the 1966 Ford Bronco MT drove in his first TG:M scene! 🥰 😘

The Mechanic

Cars. You love them. You also hate that you love them as much as you do. You’d taken over your grandfather’s small auto repair shop three years ago when the stress was too much for his body. Since then, you’ve been finding grease in places grease definitely should not be while slowly building your reputation amongst the car collectors in the greater San Diego area. You’re half under a mint-green Chevrolet Bel Air when you hear a car roll up into the shop’s lot. The engine sounds pretty good and you can hear the faint strands of music pouring out of the cab before it stops. Whoever it is will talk to your Grandad first.

Despite his ailing bones, and his trust in your abilities, your Grandad had still wanted to be involved with the shop. So the two of you had compromised. You’d do the work while your Grandad ran the front of the house. That way he could still talk to your customers about their vehicles without stressing himself out by trying to move heavy car parts. And, your grandma had shared in secret a few weeks after the arrangement started, that it got him out of the house and out of her hair!

It helped too, that your Grandad still had all of his contacts in the collectible car community. They were a godsend when you were looking for rare parts. The Bel Air, for instance that you’re under? You’d needed to source and build the entire engine from scratch and restore the exterior. The beautiful car had been rusting away in an old barn for years before the owners unearthed it and decided it needed to be restored. It was finally nearly complete and the engine purred like a kitten now that you’ve gotten it all hooked up. You are completing your final checks on the undercarriage when you feel a knock against your work boot. 

You roll out from under the truck to see your Grandad and what has to be the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

“Hey, kiddo. This here is Bradley Bradshaw. He’s got a 1966 Ford Bronco which he’d like to get fully restored. Bradley, this is my granddaughter. She does the actual hard work around this place.”

Your eyes widen as you look at him. He’s wearing a garish Hawaiian print shirt over a white singlet, slim-fitting jeans and boots. He’s got a pair of aviators hanging from the neck and his arms are crossed against his chest, biceps bulging alluringly. He’s so clean that it has you reaching for the rag scrunched into your pocket so you can wipe as much grease from your hands as possible. 

You proffer your slightly cleaner hand at him with a sigh, introducing yourself by name this time.

“It’s nice to meet you. A ‘66 Bronco?” You whistle through your teeth at the thought. “Do you have it here with you? I’d love to take a look under the hood first. Then we can discuss what you’d like restored and how.”

“Sure. I drove it here today.” His voice is smooth and a little raspy. If you weren’t covered in grease and other unmentionable vehicle fluids you’d have swooned into his arms.

“Great! Bring it to the lift to the right. And we’ll get her hooked and take a look.” You’re smiling your best customer service smile and trying your best to hide the way you’re drooling at the sight of his ass when your Grandad elbows you.

“Kiddo. Keep your eyes on the prize. He’s a good man. But only once you’ve fixed the car. You know the first rule.” His voice is gruff and chiding as he squeezes your fingers.

“Yeah, gramps, don’t get distracted by the clients.” Your voice in turn is dismayed and small at the admonishment.

Neither of you can calm your joy when he pulls the car up to the lift, though. It’s a gorgeous machine, cobalt blue paint glistening in the late afternoon sun. 

“She’s beautiful, kiddo. Have fun!” Waving over his head, your grandfather retreats to the air conditioned office again.

“He’s right.” Your voice is reverent as you trace the sleek curves of the car. “Can I pop the hood, Bradshaw?”

At his nod, you prop the hood open, and take a look at the engine. It’s in way better repair than you would have expected. There are a few parts here and there which don’t look like originals, but on the whole, your auditory assessment from earlier holds up. This is a well taken care of car.

“Not bad, Bradshaw. Most of this engine is original?” You’re completely in mechanic mode as you grab a clipboard and start jotting down notes.

“Yeah, this car was my dad’s. He bought it before I was born and kept it in mint condition until he died. My mom took over at that point and then when I could drive, I did the same. Obviously she’s needed a couple of replacements and ‘66 Bronco parts in good condition are hard to find.” His face is soft and sad as he looks down at the engine. This car is important to him. You’re already resolved to track down as many parts as you can. And that’s what you and Bradley Bradshaw agree to; you’ll restore the Bronco and track down as many original parts as you can.

It takes you upwards of a year to finish the project. You’ve never felt so connected to a vehicle or its history. It’s become normal for Bradley Bradshaw to pop into the shop on his days off and to just hang out by the Bronco chatting with you as you and your staff work away. It’s harder and harder for you to keep your Grandad’s first rule. But you’re not distracted. You’re falling head over heels for the gorgeous, sweet, bear of a man with such an attachment to an old truck. 

Things boil to a fever pitch the day you finally fit in the final part of the car. Bradley Bradshaw has been on a ship for the better part of the past 3 months. Your chats about the Bronco have been taking place over video call and you’re not expecting to see him for two weeks. You’re just about to close the hood and start her up when you hear a voice that makes your heart skip a beat.

“That’s one beautiful car, doll.” You can feel the heat in your face at the endearment as you whip around. Sure enough, it’s Bradley Bradshaw clad in his khaki uniform.

“Yeah, it is, isn’t it? Want to start her up?” Your smile is soft as you see the joy in his face as you toss him the keys. He’s grinning boyish and sweetly at you as he hefts his body into the front seat and turns the key. Your breath is bated as you hear the engine turn over before it finally catches. Your gasp of relief at the purring motor is shadowed only by the whoop of pure glee that pours from his mouth.

“Doll! You did it! My dad’s car! It’s perfect!” You’re smiling too when he bounces up to you and holds his hand out. You can sense an unbridled energy coursing through his veins at the thought of taking the car for a spin. But things are quiet between you as he settles the bill in the office and you go about freeing the car from your work area. It’s not until he’s pulled out into the parking lot that you hear his voice again.

“Hey, doll! Now that I’m no longer a client, I need to tell you something.” His eyes glimmer in the sunlight as he looks at you. “You’re beautiful, you know that right? Let me take you out to dinner?”

“I’m covered in grease right now, Bradshaw! If you think I’m beautiful now, let me know what you think when I’m all cleaned up!” Your voice is teasing as he winks at you.

“I’ll think you’re absolutely beautiful no matter what. The Bronco and I will pick you up on Friday at 6 pm. No grease included. Bye, doll!”

Your smile is giddy and disbelieving as you watch the most gorgeous car you've ever worked on and its owner drive off into the sunset. Friday night is going to be a lot of fun.  

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You Drew Stars

Tech x Jedi reader

Unrequited love is a real bantha

Angst - Slowburn - Fluff

Pt 2 of You Drew Stars

“Hm… Well hello brown eyes.”

That one line had the blood in my body boiling as I repeated it over and over in my head.

“Brown eyes…” I scoffed as I helped Echo load some supplies, “That is the most ridiculous nickname I have ever heard.”

And yet so effective…

“Don’t look too much into it General.” Echo dismissed my pacing as I walked up and down the ramp.

“How can I not?” I sighed at the obvious attraction the two have between each other, “He adjusted his glasses!”

“Okay?” Echo looked at his General with confusion trying to figure her out.

“He adjusts his glasses all the time.” Hunter mused as he walked up the ramp, “Wrap it up you two, it’s time to move.”

“Not like that.” I muttered as I followed behind the two.

The mission was more or less successful given Phee’s constant flirting. Tech didn’t doing anything to dismiss her, but it’s not like he didn’t have the right too. He’s a free man after all.

Things seemed to get worse after a treasure mission of hers. One that she almost had us all killed mind you, but she was funny and helped when she was needed…

“Do you have an interest in Phee?” I remember asking him one night.

“No, of course not.” He said it so easily and I wondered then if he meant it.

After that, Phee began to show up constantly always taking up his attention when she was in the room. More often then not, I would have to leave the bar before I brought it crumbling down.

Even Omega seemed to take a liking towards her and our usual game of Sabaac and story telling turned to me sitting at a back table as she focused all of her attention on Phee’s pirating adventure.

Makes sense since my stories were usually grim with so much loss…

I still tried to get my affections towards Tech across. I would compliment him more.

“You look nice today.”

“I think you are really kind Tech, you care a lot about others… I just hope you know I care a lot about you too.”

“I like spending time with you the most.”

Everything passed by him like my words were made of air.

“Thank you.”

“I’m glad that at least you think so. If you could so kindly tell my brothers that, it would be highly appreciated.”

“I… Interesting.”

Simple thank you’s and easy replies, moving past it as if it never happened.

I know my eratic nerves seemed surprising to the others as I began to take more note in my appearance or in the way I carried myself.

Everything felt so forced now that I was no longer a Jedi. I couldn’t look to my master Secura for wisdom about what it was like to love a clone or Yoda’s wise words could no longer comfort me.

I bet if master Obi wan were here right now he would tell me that a Jedi should not hold such a strong connection to someone for it would lead to weakness and to the dark side… But look where love got master Skywalker, he was married to a senator… Or were… May they rest in peace.

I missed Ahsoka the most for our friendship was stronger than any order. Sometimes Hunter reminds me of her, kind, strong, and always pushing me to go after my dreams. I hope she made it out of order 66 just like I had.

Hope… it seems that’s all I can do nowadays.

To put it simply I had trouble expressing my feelings so freely and to have to hide who I really am to the world forever… Everything felt unbalanced.

It just seemed like my time was running thin with Tech yet those moments when it was just the two of us… Together on the marauder, going over mindless upgrades that the ship would need. It make seem dumb to the others, but for me… Everything felt right like it was meant to be.

Despite the fears slowly making a home in my heart, I focused on the good of the force, letting it guide me through my emotions.

I decided the best course of action was to do small things that would make him happy. It was what I remember Commander Bly would do for Master Secura and vice versa. A warm feeling filled my heart remembering how much they loved and protected one another. If only Order 66 didn’t happen then maybe they would be married somewhere by now.

I would make sure the ship was in order, he would always have home cooked meals, Omega was taken care of and that his brothers wouldn’t pester him so much.

I liked making recipes that were popular from my home world the most. The ones I remember my mother making and of course made enough for the rest of our little family or else they would be heartbroken. But I would always make sure Tech would eat instead of fixing something like right now for instance.

I placed one of my hands on my hips as I held a bowl of folio herb stew in my other hand, “Tech I swear if you don’t eat, I’m going to erase all the data you have on your holopad.”

“Mock threats isn’t going to stop me from finishing this task woman.” He commented and proceeded to tighten another bolt on the control panel.

“Fine.” I huffed as I sat beside him, where he was lying under the control panel.

I took a spoon full of stew, blowing on it before pressing it to his lips, “Open.” I said as his eyes widened in surprise.

He cautiously took a bite as if it were made of poison. He stared at me as he chewed, a low hum emoting from him at the taste.

I smiled back at him as I took spoon back to get more, “You work. I’ll feed you. Or else I’ll use the force and make you stop working.” I teased.

“You wouldn’t.” He squinted at me.

I raised a brow at him, “You wanna bet racer boy?”

“Yes General.” He replied with a playful roll of his eyes.

Our night ended up in laughs, the empty bowl paced off to the side and the two of us resting against a wall. Sleep was the furthest thing from our minds as we told stories about the good old days.

The next morning, a package that I have been waiting four days for arrived, placed in my hands by Echo. I was quick to thank the sec trooper before rushing to my room to wrap the small gift.

“You sure he said this was the part he needed for the transmitter?” I asked Hunter one last time as we stood outside of Sid’s cantina.

I held the gift nervously in my hand. Hunters small smirk didn’t help my nerves as he nodded his head.

“I’m sure. He told me himself if that helps.” Hunter answered with a wave of his hand.

“It doesn’t.” I spoke, my voice taking a solemn tone before I glanced back up at him, “I’m sorry for asking again. Usually he tells me these things. Thank you… For letting me know.” I said gratefully.

“Of course, I’m rooting for you General.” He placed his hand on my shoulder, “You deserve to be happy to and so does he.” He said before heading off, “Let me know how it goes.”

I smiled a bit when I entered the cantina to find Tech sitting at the bar alone. Now’s the perfect chance.

“Hey.” I greeted as I placed the small present on the bar counter beside him, “I got you something.”

“You did?” Tech’s eyebrow raised in surprise, “You know, this sudden display of gifts is interesting. What for?”

“Because…” I chuckled nervously, “You deserve something as simple as a gift and… You deserve so much more…”

“Well… Thank you.” He nodded and his eyes went back to the gift, opening it like a kid during Winters Day.

“Tech, there’s actually some thing I’ve been wanting to tell you. For a while actually.” I rubbed my arm nervously, “It was hard before because of the council and specific codes a Jedi must follow but now…”

His eyes widened as he pulled the part out of the box, “This is… I don’t remember telling you about this.”

“You didn’t, ah Hunter did actually. That’s the part he said you were looking for.” I squeaked out as my cheeks tinted pink, “It took a bit to find, but I asked around and heard it was at a shop off world so I had it shipped in.” I explained as he inspected the part closely.

“That was… Kind of you.” His voice trailed off as if he was unsure of how to say what he had to next, “But I’m afraid I have already obtained this part.”

“You did?” My brows furrowed in confusion, “But how?”

“I got it for him.” Phee stated as she walked in.

I watched at she took to his side like a loth cat. Tech accepting her presence as easy as the sky accepts the sun.

I felt my heart drop at the sight knowing that once again I was too late, “Oh…”

“Yes.” Tech nodded, his body shifting towards the pirate.

I cursed myself at not getting it fast enough. For not telling him how I felt… If only he would have just listened. I was a Jedi and yet I was being such a coward.

I put a smile on my face to hide my jealousy, “I’ll just put in the supply bin. You know- Just in case we need it for the ship or something else. I- yeah.”

“Great.” Phee shrugged before turning her attention to Tech, “What are you up to today brown eyes?”

I quickly grabbed the part and rushed out of the cantina from sheer embarrassment.

How did she find out? Did Tech tell her instead of me? He always told me the ins and outs of his experiments. Why did he tell her…

My brows furrowed as I stopped walking.

Why did he tell her?

“What’s wrong?” Echo asked as soon as I stepped off the ramp and onto the marauder, “You look… Angrh and unsettled. Is everything alright?”

“I am a Jedi, an embodiment of light and good and peace and calm… I’m calm! I’m…” I had to hold my breath to keep my breathing in control, but it did nothing to help.

“You don’t look good General.” Echo insisted, “Maybe Tech should-”

Just hearing his name triggered such a rage in me that before Echo could finish a crate went flying out of the ship.

“Nothing is wrong!” I seethed as I stormed towards the back of the ship and shoving the part into one of the junk bins.

“I see it didn’t go well then.” Hunter stated as he stepped into the small space.

“I…” I gripped the shelving trying to gain control of my emotions, “I was going to tell him.”

It seems lately these days, I’ve been slipping. My heart curling into the dark and I had to climb endlessly to keep myself from falling.

“He told Phee about his project and he didn’t even tell me. He always tells me and… And I had to hear about it from you. But what hurts the most is she got him the part and it was like our thing became there thing.” I sniffed, “He barely acknowledges me when she walks in the room and now she’s just always around and...” I squeezed my eyes shut, “I don’t think I have a chance Hunter.”

“Hey…” He stepped forward and pulled me into a hug, one that he would give Omega when she was feeling down, “Don’t think like that. She’s just new and they’re becoming friends which frankly he needs more of.” He chuckled, “Listen to me and just ask him out to dinner. You need to tell him you love him before it consumes you.”

“That is not the Jedi way.” I murmured jokingly.

“You’re not a Jedi anymore.” He spoke my earlier words back at me.

I sighed, “You’re right.” I pushed him away with a smile, “I should go apologize to Echo.”

“You did give him a start.” Hunter laughed, “It’s been a while since you used the force. I think you sent him back to the clone war days.”

I ran my hand over my face, “Oh poor Echo… I feel so bad now.” I sighed, “Where’s Omega by the way? I promised to take her out shopping.”

“She’s with Wrecker, but she should be back soon.” He said.

I nodded as we walked to the ramp of the ship, “Hey Echo!” I called out to him, “I’m sorry about earlier…”

Echo simply shook his head with a soft smile on his lips, “Don’t worry about it.”

There was only one thing was on my mind as I helped Echo with the rest of his tasks.

Tonight when Tech returns… I’ll ask him out on a date before I end up throwing something more than a crate.

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For your new ask game, how about just a J, really 💚

Hahaha brilliant suggestion! J is for Jam-Making, today (yes, seriously, that was my first thought).

Aziraphale Fell had a secret. Well, two secrets if you counted the recipe for his strawberry jam. It was always a winner at the summer fete, winning that bright blue ribbon. He used it in his Victoria sponge cake, too, earning delightful gasps from his fellow villagers on every other Friday during the cake morning at the village hall. Aziraphale enjoyed collecting the fruit and boiling it down and decorating the little white label with delicately inked strawberries. But he had never shared his recipe - not with anyone.

But he would. With him.

It was still early, although the children had been called in and the sound of the radio could be heard echoing throughout the street. But not the house next door. Crowley's house. He and Aziraphale shared a wall; two lonely bachelors surviving after the war. Aziraphale was a dedicated servant to the small town: he was the schoolmaster and attended church three times a week and did errands for the elderly and infirm on the street. Crowley smoked cigarettes in their shared tin bath tub and strode around in a thin linen shirt and swore and cursed and stared at Aziraphale as if he was a delightful spoonful of strawberry jam, simmering in sweetness.

Blushing at the thought of Crowley's heated gaze, Aziraphale rapped twice on number 66. The door flung open. "Aziraphale. Always a pleasure."

"Crowley." The man himself was leaning against the doorframe, cigarette in hand, suspenders draped over the waistband of his trousers. He looked suitably ruffled and Aziraphale could not help but think back to the sounds he heard through the wall. Flushing, he simply thrust his hands out with the small pot. "Here."

"Oh. Jam. That's—"

"—it's handmade. From the plants I grow in the small garden out back. I thought you could have some on your breakfast. Jam on toast." Aziraphale faltered as Crowley stared at the small jam jar. "It's good. Well, the Parish Council seem to think so. And the WI. And the vicar." Again, he said nothing. Just stared. "You'll have to see for yourself tomorrow at breakfast—"

"—can't I see now?" Crowley unscrewed the jar, before dipping his thumb inside. He then removed his thumb, laden with strawberry jam, and sucked it between his lips. His cheeks hollowed, before his thumb left Crowley's lips with an audible pop. Aziraphale's cheeks turned a rosy hue; the back of his collar a little damp. Well, fuck. "You're right. Delicious. Thank you; you're an Angel."

With a brief nod, Crowley retreated back inside his home. Aziraphale, after straightening his waistcoat, did the same. He was supposed to be making more jam for Missus Sandwich. Instead, Aziraphale laid in bed and replayed every look, every sound, until he could barely think of jam without also thinking of Crowley.

Give me a letter - that’s the first letter of the AU I’ll think up for Aziraphale/Crowley and write you 200 words or more!

[oceanlipgloss]

These 4-71+ battles are tickling my temper

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I understand that the battles should be harder because the story is progressing, but my God, all in moderation. I'm stuck on 4-78 now and man, it's NOT fun. The battles are annoying and they're longer than my lifespan and there are 45+ angels at least and 60+ at most and they don't die fast and there are no means for proper distribution of team members and everyone in my team is popping to death and

GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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16.1.2024

edit 1: you. I want to squeeze your eyeballs out with my fingernails and feed them to Shrek

edit 2: I have no idea how many times I've repeated this godforsaken battle since yesterday, I believe, but I just finally beat it with half my team dead, and Satan on the brink of death now onto the next nightmare

edit 3: MWAHAHAHA HERE COMES 4-79 WITH 66 ANGELS! FIRE ATTRIBUTE UNFAVOURABLE! Andre nooooo this is gonna suck

edit 4: just as expected. Screw u and ur eyeballs, angels🖕🏼

edit 5: at this point I'm just admiring the chibis. Look at his little handdddd I want to fluff his hair too, it's so curly and cute

edit 6: and look at the puffy sleeves and tiny boots pls change them in your sprite version and tiny teddies if you can look past the pic quality and pls just look at how big the teddy bear on his head is in comparison to his body. Leraye's chibi model is one of the cutest lol

edit 7: he angy. Me too, bby, me too. I am once again saying that I love him Sneak a peek at that small hand <3 'that angel! Kill it!'

edit 8: almost won with 7 angels left but then Satan was out and idk whether to feel upset because Satan died on me when his ultimate meter was just about maxed out (so he would've rid me of the remaining angels) or feel hopeful because I killed 59 angels/66 and almost made it to the end with most of my team still intact...

edit 9: lost again with 2 angels left this time BECAUSE SATAN DIED ON ME AGAIN

edit 10: I stopped trying my hand at the battle. I just do not have the energy to deal with it anymore for now. I'll stick to doing daily tasks for tonight. I love collecting the rewards lol

edit 11: I'm bored. I may or may not think I'm going to buy 30 keys with pancakes to actually SPEND this time. Not for hoarding. The pancakes are bountiful, the anticipation is a pleasant kind of fun definitely not shading the battles, and I might get something of use to me, so...here we gooooo

edit 12: OH MY GOD BEEL BEEL AND YELLOW SPARKLES ON THE PULL SCREEN I KNOW WHAT THAT MEANSSSS AAAAAAAAAAH LEMME SEE

edit 13: he really finally came home this time🫶🏼he's so beautiful <3 I also adore the 'I am everywhere and nowhere. But when you're around, I think it's okay to stay.' I didn't quite expect a line like that—it sounds poetic and romantic to me. I'm going to try my best to unlock his story. I can't wait to see what having him in Secret Club would be like too, obviously

edit 14: the glee, the gleeeeee lol my love transcended the screen This pull also gave me Eligos, he's so cute (edit: tf is that ultimate, bro? It's on par with his description from before the game was launched, but ok) And through a greater key pull earlier today gotta get pancakes I got Glasyalabolas, I love himmm his chibi and coffin look so extra, too lol but Ronové, when is it going to be your turn?

edit 15: I don't believe it. I PASSED. Only Satan and Mammon survived, but Beel's ultimate is a banger. The wonders he would do at level 89...

edit 16: screechers and spike-shitters again! Hallelujah also wow Leviathan sent his guys to kidnap MC. Meaning she will meet him soon, meaning I might get to see Glasyalabolas soon lol I AM EXCITED just let me make it past even one of these horrific battles first

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17.1.2024

edit 17: Beel's expressions in Secret Club GOD I KNOW YOU DON'T APPROVE OF ME PLAYING THIS GAME BUT HELP ME My God my God my God my—

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18.1.2024

edit 18: no but his thighs tho kinda want to hug them like a koala bear just him in general <3

edit 19: Valefor's H-scene CG looks edible, no? watch Tumblr flag this I wonder if his scene will come first and next one would be Leviathan's. And if I tell you how much I'm looking forward to interactions with Leviathan, and to his H-scene...

edit 20: would you look at that! What perfect timing. The difficulty is probably going to stay hellish hardcore, more so with the one lvl 89 L card of mine, but still, does this mean that I may have a sliver of a chance? It's better if I don't hope too much that I'll make it out of Chapter 4 any time soon tho. I will have to do the best I can to avoid spoilers

But PrettyBusy is amazing, honestly—just as a good company should be—they listen to players, constantly try to integrate feedback and opinions into the gameplay, and come up with ideas to better it too. They fucked up bigtime with the Pancake Shop though, ngl. BECAUSE HOW TF AM I GOING TO STOCK UP ON KEYS AFTER IT GETS REMODELLED?

edit 21: they're helping us 'prepare' for the Attack of Kings event from now, aren't they? Pffff, like I didn't know the cards would be limited

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25.1.2024

edit 22: I stopped trying to get past that battle because first, it got too annoying and two, PB said that the difficulty of battles before Chapter 5 would be reduced in the latest update, so I waited, updated the game today, and... I CANNOT BELIEVE HOW MUCH EASIER THEY GOT. Honestly, I thought the difficulty would only be lowered a lick, but wow, it really was taken down a BIG notch fr fr. THANK YOU PB! I made it to Chapter 5, finallyyyyyy :D Also, Leviathan at the end of Chapter 4 made me really like him for the exact reason a number of people dislike him: his attitude and how he deals with MC. To be honest, everyone coddles her too much and blindly encourages her excessive tendencies, so there must be at least one person who sets boundaries and scolds her when she goes overboard—and that someone seems to be Leviathan (hopefully). I'm aware that he will end up feeling attracted to her at some point too, but he will obviously give her a hard time nevertheless and I'm all for it lol Anyways, I'm going to avoid spoilers like I avoid milk, yoghurt and cheese I hate almost everything dairy until I finish Chapter 5, so...yup!

[photogirl894]

@clonexreaderbingo

Square: Echo

Fun fact about this bingo one-shot...it is actually a sequel to another fic!! That fic is the Fives x reader fic "AWOL" by @l-lend 😆 We both figured out what bingo fics we were doing next and it happened to work out that she got Fives and I got Echo...then before we knew it, we were tag-teaming and came up with story ideas for both our fics together that would work as one cohesive story! There were a lot of people who loved her fic and now, in this one, you'll see more of the story of Fives and reader...and a reunion I know we all wish could've happened 🥹 Go read K's fic first if you haven't (cuz it's amazing) and then I hope you all enjoy this one, as well 😊

"Captain Rex…we found him."

The former Captain of the 501st moved over to the screen where his fellow Clone colleague was pointing at a planet on a galaxy map, one way out in the Outer Rim.

"Finally…there you are, Fives," Rex thought to himself.

Over a year prior, his brother, Fives, had gone off the grid after discovering a conspiracy with the Clones that would've put his life in danger. He'd faked his death and escaped to the Outer Rim with the medic he loved to start a new life together, away from anything that could threaten them. At first, Rex hadn't even known that Fives was alive, but Commander Tano later informed him of the situation, which had been shocking to say the least. However, after the events of Order 66, Fives and his medic suddenly went radio silent and disappeared. While building an underground Clone network to fight against the Empire over the course of many months, Rex had also been having some of his contacts trying to locate Fives…and now, he'd finally been found.

"Who's been found, Rex?"

The Captain looked over his shoulder to his other brother he was close to; one who'd recently joined in his efforts: Echo. He'd temporarily left his squad to help Rex find other Clones who needed help in the galaxy. Echo had been Fives' best friend who was also once believed dead in an explosion a long time ago and, in Rex's mind, the timing of Echo joining and the locating of Fives couldn't be more perfect.

Rex went up to Echo, laid a hand on his shoulder and simply stated in reply, "Echo...you're coming with me for this one."

Echo gave him a nod. "Is it another Clone?"

"Yeah, it is…a very important one I've been looking for, for a long time."

"Babe, I'm home!"

You heard the one voice you loved most call to you from the front of your home and a smile crossed your face. "I'm in the kitchen!" you said back, raising your voice so he could hear you.

While you continued stirring the soup you were preparing, you soon felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and a warm chest pressed against your back. A pair of soft lips made loving contact with your cheek and a deep voice greeted you in your ear, "Hello, beautiful."

"Hey, handsome," you said back, turning your face so you could kiss him on the lips.

"Did you have many patients today?" he asked you, removing his arms from you.

You added a pinch of salt to your soup. "Just a couple," you answered. "One man got bit by a tooka on the hand and then a little boy fell from a tree and broke his arm."

"Was it Alby?" Fives inquired.

You chuckled. "Yeah, it was. Same kid who sprained his ankle last month."

"That is one accident-prone boy," he commented.

Since you and Fives had arrived on this planet, you'd already made a name for yourself here as a medic for the nearby villages. Luckily, this planet was far enough in the Outer Rim that no one recognized Fives as a Clone soldier, so that made things a lot easier for the both of you. While you accepted medical patients in your own at-home clinic, Fives worked at a nearby shipyard. You both had managed to make an enjoyable, peaceful new life for yourselves here and you couldn't be happier.

"By the way, you didn't clean up your hair in the sink from trimming your goatee again this morning," you chided him, raising your eyebrows at him.

In response, he purposefully averted his gaze, sniffed loudly and said, looking at the pot in front of you, "Mmm, the soup smells delicious, babe."

"Uh-uh, don't try and change the subject," you said, though you couldn't help but smirk at him. At one point in time, when you'd thought he was dead, you would've given anything to see those annoying hairs in your sink again. Guess all it took was him miraculously "returning from the dead" and running away together to a faraway planet for you to get that again.

He put an arm around your shoulders and kissed your temple. "I'm sorry, I'll do better next time," he promised. "I'm going to go change out of my work clothes and then I'll be down for dinner, okay?"

"Sounds good," you said as he left and went upstairs.

You got two bowls out and carefully ladled out hot soup into both of them. As you set them onto the table, there was a knock at your door. You were curious, you weren't expecting any visitors. You went to the door and pressed the button to open it. The door slid open with a swish and the face you saw was one you weren't expecting.

"Captain Rex!"

Dressed in dark blue and gray civvie clothes stood before you the Clone Captain you hadn't seen in a long time; not since before you ran off with Fives. You could tell there was someone else standing directly behind him, but you couldn't see their face.

"Good to see you again, (Y/N)," he said to you with a pleasant grin.

"How did you…how did you find us?" you asked.

"It wasn't easy, I'll tell you that," he told you.

Then he stepped to the side to reveal who was behind him: another Clone with pale, sunken skin, dressed in red and white as well as dark leather armor. He had a cybernetic headpiece wrapped around the back of his head and his arm was a scomp link, which you'd never seen before. However, something about this Clone seemed familiar to you. Having worked with so many of them, you picked up on smaller details that helped make each of them distinct in your eyes, apart from their normal distinctive features like hair, tattoos or armor. There was something about this Clone that your mind was telling you that you knew him well.

He recognized you the moment he saw you and his eyes went wide. "It's you!" he exclaimed.

You gazed at him thoughtfully, trying to figure out who this Clone was. You'd never seen any that looked like him yet you were positive you knew him. Why did Rex bring this one here to find you and Fives?

Once you thought about Fives, it clicked in your mind almost immediately. There could only be one Clone that would matter this much for Rex to painstakingly find you both and bring the Clone to you; a Clone that had missing limbs…most likely from a fight or explosion.

It couldn't be!

"Echo…?" you asked aloud, holding to the hope you were right.

He grinned. "You do remember me."

You gasped in shock and your hands flew up to your mouth. "I don't believe it! You're alive!" You stepped forward and placed your hands on his shoulders, taking a good look at him. "You look different, but I can still see that glint of hope in your eyes that you always had before. I can't believe it's you. It's so good to see you."

"It's good to see you, too," he said back.

Waving your hand, you gestured for them to come inside and stated, "Come in and wait just a moment. I'll go get my husband." Then you took off quickly up the stairs.

"Husband?" Echo repeated, looking at Rex. "Is this another Clone deserter with a family like Cut?"

"Not a deserter, no," answered Rex. "This Clone's life was in danger for specific reasons, so he's been in hiding for a while. It's likely he'll have to stay in hiding even longer now that the Empire is phasing out Clones."

There were footsteps coming down the stairs and Fives suddenly appeared, wearing a set of gray and green civvies. He was just as surprised to see Rex, too. You appeared on the stairs behind him, where you stayed, watching what was about to unfold.

"Rex!" Fives exclaimed. He opened his mouth to say something more, but then his eyes found the other person in the room and any words he had failed him in the moment.

Echo's eyes grew large at who now came into the room and he quietly gasped. The goatee, the Aurebesh "5" tattoo…a face he never thought he'd see again.

"Fives…," he spoke softly, a faint tremor in his voice.

Even though it had taken you a moment to figure out who it was, Fives recognized his brother and best friend immediately, even in the state he was in with cybernetic limbs. Fives felt numb for a moment and was sure he had to be in the middle of a dream. Echo was dead; he'd watched him die. The anguished scream of Echo's name that had left his lips in that awful moment sounded in his mind. It had been real, he'd seen it…yet Echo was standing in front of him in his home in the flesh.

He slowly stepped closer to Echo and Rex moved back a bit to give them some space. Fives couldn't tear his eyes away from the now gaunt face of his long-lost brother, expecting to blink and see him disappear, but he never did.

"Echo…!" he gasped, his eyes looking his brother over.

Timidly, Echo said back to him, "Yeah, I…I've been through some things."

Fives smirked slightly and a quiet snicker left his mouth as he replied, "I'll say…you got taller."

Echo chuckled, not entirely expecting that response. "I…I thought you were dead," he said.

"I thought you were dead," Fives said, gesturing to him. Then with a small grin, he shook his head and asked, "I guess the galaxy just can't get rid of us, can it?"

"No…I guess it can't," Echo agreed.

Finally, the two of them couldn't hold back anymore and Fives pulled Echo into his arms, embracing him tighter than ever. The one good hand Echo had clung to Fives' collar for dear life, burying his head into his brother's shoulder.

"I've missed you, brother," Fives told him.

"I've missed you, too, brother," Echo replied.

Rex had moved over by you on the stairs and the two of you exchanged happy smiles at seeing Echo and Fives finally being reunited after so long apart.

Then you remembered something very important and you whispered to Rex, "I'll be right back." Then without waiting, you took off back upstairs.

Finally, Fives pulled back and placed his hands on Echo's shoulders. "Look at you! You look so tough now with the scomp arm and the headpiece…you've grown."

"You wouldn't believe how much I've changed," said Echo with a grin. Then he spotted Rex standing by the stairs and, peering around Fives, he stated, "Rex, you told me Fives was dead."

"At the time, I thought he was, too," Rex explained. "It wasn't until recently I learned otherwise, but I had to keep it a secret for Fives' safety."

Just then, you came down the stairs and you announced, "Echo, Rex…there's someone we'd like you to meet."

Then you emerged into the room, carrying a small bundle in your arms. When you pulled back part of the blanket that wrapped it, you revealed the small, sleeping face of a baby.

"You…you have a child?" Echo asked, astonished.

"We sure do. Echo, Rex, this is our son," Fives stated with pride as he came up beside you, smoothing back the boy's dark hair.

"What's his name?" inquired Rex.

You and Fives looked at each other, the weight of that question now hitting the both of you. You both thought no one would ever get to know, let alone these two now in your home, and it made you both smile.

"His name…is Echo," you answered, your eyes finding your son's namesake.

Rex looked to Echo in surprise and Echo's eyes flashed wider in happy shock. Then he stepped closer and glanced down at the little one that bore his name, feeling as though his heart could burst with joy.

"Hey there, little one," he said.

Just then, the baby stirred in his sleep and his eyes slowly fluttered open to reveal a pair of golden brown eyes looking up at him; eyes that matched both Fives' and Echo's.

You and Fives both gasped in delight. "Look at that! He knows you," you said gleefully.

"I would hope so after all the stories I've told him," commented Fives, tapping his son's nose. "He's got Clone blood in him. He recognizes a fellow brother…or in this case, his uncle we named him in honor of."

Echo smiled at him warmly.

Looking between Rex and Echo, you asked them, "You'll both stay for dinner, won't you? I've made plenty of soup to feed all of us."

Rex and Echo exchanged glances and Rex answered, "Of course, we will."

Through dinner, you and Fives explained everything that had happened in your lives over the past long while since Echo's "death". You both explained how Fives uncovered the conspiracy of the Clones' inhibitor chips the Kaminoans put in them after something that had happened to his fellow soldier and friend, Tup, which led to both Echo and Rex explaining how his discovery led to both of them getting their own chips out as well as the Bad Batch, the group of Clones Echo had joined. Knowing what he'd done had helped his two closest brothers made Fives glad and he was incredibly grateful. Then you both talked about how, after Order 66, someone in the city you'd been staying in recognized Fives as a Clone and you both knew he'd be in trouble if you stayed, so you packed up and disappeared, thinking it would be easier if no one knew where you were at all, not even the Jedi who had helped find your first hiding place to begin with. That was why no one had been able to find you two until now.

After dinner, Rex offered to help you collect the dishes while you ushered Fives and Echo out back so they could have some time with just the two of them.

"I don't think I've seen Fives this happy since the day we ran away together," you commented to Rex as you washed one of the bowls.

"I agree. I knew once we found Fives, I needed to bring Echo with me. The timing worked out well," Rex said.

"If it had been anyone else, I might've been annoyed that we'd been found, but I'm glad it was you two," you said.

Rex grinned. "I'm just glad you both are still safe."

"As am I."

Outside the house, Fives was being regaled with Echo's stories of how he survived the explosion at the Citadel, being captured by the Techno Union then held captive at Skako Minor and then how he was rescued by the Bad Batch as well as all of the events that had followed the rise of Empire.

Fives commented to Echo in amusement, "So you're telling me that you, the soldier who was always on our squad about following orders, actually joined another Clone squad that's notorious for not following orders? You're joking, right?"

Echo snickered. "I told you you'd be surprised how much I've changed."

"Yeah, you weren't kidding," said Fives. Then he sighed contentedly. "I can't believe everything you've been through and yet, you're still here stronger than ever. You always were stronger than me."

"That's not true," said Echo.

"Agree to disagree," Fives relented. Then he grinned and shook his head. "Look at us...Echo and Fives, back together. The last two Dominoes standing."

Echo's expression turned solemn at the mention of their former squad as cadets. "Yeah…do you ever think about them? Cutup, Droidbait and Hevy?"

With a nod, Fives answered, "All the time. And Tup, too. Sometimes, I wonder how different things might've been had they all made it."

"That's why I'm with Rex right now," Echo said. "You and I couldn't save our squad back at the Rishi moon outpost nor were you able to save Tup, but there are plenty of other Clones throughout the galaxy that I can save in helping Rex. That's why I'm still fighting: for my brothers I've lost and for the many that are still out there being threatened by the Empire."

Fives looked on at his brother with pride. This was the Echo he'd always known and gladly fought beside since their cadet days; the one who fought for Kamino alongside him forever ago. It had pained him to learn of the recent downfall of Kamino, knowing what they had done to try and protect it before.

With a small chuckle, Fives asked, "When did you get so wise?"

"Being trapped in a stasis chamber gives you a lot of time to think," replied Echo.

Then Fives laid a hand on his shoulder. "I'm proud of you, Echo. I really am."

Echo smiled at him. "I'm proud of you, too. You've made a great life for yourself here. You married an amazing woman and you have a kid…you're a husband and a father, something I'm sure neither of us ever expected."

"You don't think of me as a deserter, do you?" asked Fives hesitantly.

"I'd never think that of you, especially knowing what you've done to help the Clones," Echo reassured him.

"Then you understand that…I can't go back with you and Rex," said Fives sadly. "I have my wife and my son here who need me. As much as I would love to fight at your side again--"

"I'd never ask you to leave your family, brother," Echo interrupted him. "I'm going where I'm needed…and you'll be where you're needed. That's all that matters."

They both then heard you and Rex coming over to them, you with little Echo in your arms.

"I'm afraid…we need to go," Rex stated, his face and voice full of regret.

Echo gave him a nod and then faced Fives once more. There was melancholy in both their expressions, not wanting to say goodbye and wondering if this would be the last time they'd be together.

However, Fives put on a positive grin, like he always did, grasped Echo's shoulder and declared, "This isn't goodbye, brother. We'll see each other again."

Echo nodded and reached across with his good hand to grasp Fives' shoulder in turn. "We will," he promised. Then he turned to face you and asked of you, "Keep taking care of him for me, will you?"

"You know I will," you vowed to him, "as long as you help take down the Empire and show them who's boss!"

"I can do that," he said, snickering. He looked down at his nephew, who was making small baby sounds at him. "And you, little Echo...you need to look after both your mom and your dad while I'm gone. Get big and strong like the little soldier you are." He slipped his finger into the baby's hand, which grasped it tightly. "Now that I know you, I need to come back and see you grow up…so I'm going to fight as hard as I can to make the galaxy a safe place for you. That's a promise from your Uncle Echo."

There were tears in your eyes listening to Echo's heartfelt oath to your son. In that moment, you knew you and Fives had made the perfect choice in naming your child after him.

You both bade a final farewell for now to both Echo and Rex and before long, you saw their ship take off into the evening sky. Fives had his arm around your shoulders and you leaned your head into the crook of his neck.

"Do you really think we'll see them again?" you asked your husband.

Running his hand up and down your arm, he answered you, "Echo and I have both beaten incredible odds and we've never been ones to give up easily. If he promised to come back and be in our son's life…then he'll keep that promise and Rex will help him do just that. We'll see them again, babe…I know it."

Clone x Reader Bingo 2023

[moussofshroom]

GERMA 66 AND CYBORG 009

(this rant is so messy i started talking about humanity and sanji 😭)

okay so one person on tumblr (sangerie) briefly talked about germa 66 and the inspiration from cyborg 009, an older work that oda probabaly read growing up. today i dive into the depths of insanity and read all of cyborg 009’s ORIGINAL RUN (i do not recommend this) in order to find some possible inspiration that oda used for germa 66.

However i’ll probably only read 10 chapters at a time and then analyze some things.

Okay, so Cyborg 009 starts out with the organization black ghost kidnapping 9 people from all over and turning them into cyborgs. I’d like to mention the main villain/leader of this organization has a skull motif-

(and a cool cape)

and this COULD possibly be inspiration for the base design of the raid suits-

i may be reaching but the skull motif present in the belt of the suits and the cape might possibly tie back to the Black ghost organization’s leader???

moving on though, we get to the part of the story where people start getting abducted by the black ghost organization to become cyborgs. the first is 001, but i’d like to bring up 002. 002 goes on to have super speed, but id also like to bring up the hairstyle.

I MIGHT BE REACHING BUT-

The hairstyle MIGHT have inspired niji’s. also his personality is sort of similar to niji’s from what i’ve seen of the 2001 anime. ( which was the first 4 episodes 💀)

After several other kidnappings, we meet who is going to be cyborg 003, who’s kidnapped right in front of her brother who travels to try and find her. i’d also like to bring up the hairstyle for this one as well.

this one’s a BIT more obvious, but this hairstyle might have inspired reiju’s- we’ll probably never know if these were intended design choices, but let’s move on again.

In this next chapter, We get introduced to the powers of the first 8 cyborgs-

001 has an electronic brain

002 can fly to speeds up to mach 5

003 has heightened sensory acuity

004 has his whole body turned into a weapon

005 had armor grafted onto his skin which enhanced his strength

006 can shoot flames from his mouth and burrow through rock

007 can transform into anything

008 does well underwater and has makeshift gills.

now 005 is probably the one with the most in common to the standard germa powers judging from the durability (but that’s a common cyborg trope so idk)

But 004 is interesting as well.

if you look at the photo above, it resembles Yonji’s power (but without the “connectors”)

y’know that thing he can do with disconnecting his arms with the things ( i’m sorry i CANNOT explain this well) Although 004 does not have the things that connect yonji’s limbs still, they are very similar.

Next chapter- Cyborg 009 finally gets made and he is tested-

one thing about his outfit as well as all the other cyborg’s outfits ( which was brought up in sangerie’s post) is that is looks like sora’s outfit.

(the warrior of the sea not sora vinsmoke)

which i find interesting, is it possible that sora was made by germa??? idk. BUT IT COULD HAVE INSPIRED SORA VINSMOKE BEING PART OF GERMA AND ALL THE IRONY IN THAT-

(rant here but i hate 009 like he gets the coolest powers and i get it because he’s the most recent one, but at the same time he’s half japanese so its probably favoritism…)

After 009’s test, he meets the other 8 cyborgs, who immediately detain the scientists who experimented on them and in the beginning of next chapter, they start attacking the scientists 003 (the only girl cyborg) then says that they should not partake in the violence they were made for once the other cyborgs start attacking.

this may just be how all female characters are written but idk man this is giving me reiju vibes 🤷 they then take a scientist as hostage and take 009 with them. i know y’all are probably tired of me talking about hairstyles by now but 009’s kinda looks like yonji’s from the side- (if you’re delusional)

(now that I’m really lookin at it… it kinda looks like stealth b;ack hair but less complicated)

It turns out the scientist that was a hostage is actually allied with the cyborgs and his name is dr gilmore. He realized the work he was doing was inhumane and came up with a whole rebellion plan for the cyborgs.

Gilmore then helps the cyborgs hide out in a cave with him. the cyborgs make dinner and 009 learns their powers. during dinner, 009 talks to gilmore where gilmore states that- “..YOU ARE THE PINNACLE OF CYBER-HUMAN ACHIEVEMENT. MANIFEST IN YOU IS THE SUM OF OUR SUCCESS, VOID OF IMPERFECTIONS, A MASTERPIECE OF WAR TECHNOLOGY.” 009 then responds that he can’t do what [cyborgs] do, prompting this-

yes, gilmore is a good guy in this story but he STILL holds the core belief of the scientists that experimented on them. This whole talk is common in the cyborg scene yes, but it reminds me a lot of sanji who unlike his siblings, voices his awareness more often and doesn’t joke about such things as humanity, such as the scene where the siblings are laughing over their potential deaths (minus reiju but reiju also doesn’t fit into sanji’s place so she’s hard to place on the spectrum)

Humanity is talked about a lot in this chapter, specifically how much humanity can be taken away from you until you are truly a cyborg? or what lengths would people go to prove that they are the strongest nation?

The cyborgs soon get attacked by the black ghost organization trying to get them back. They send non human cyborgs out to defeat them and capture them, but of course our main group of the 9 cyborgs win.

Chapter 8 and 9 don’t have much, so it’s not too important BUT it’s mentioned that the leader of Black ghost MIGHT be a cyborg since he had accelerated (which is just moving really fast so it seems that time has stopped around you and only 009 has been revealed to be able to do this so far). Also in this chapter the cyborgs escape to japan.

In chapter 10, black ghost finds their cyborgs in japan and they’re doing good at fighting back But then Black ghost unleashes their new “weapon” on them-

Cyborg 0010. That’s a stupid name though so we’re just gonna stick with Cyborg 010. 010 has been sent to kill them all, however unlike the other 9 he does not view the other cyborgs as family, as he is stronger than them, and eve THEIR attacks don’t work on him. 010 also has acceleration like 009 because he’s better than them whatever whatever. turns out 010 is actually two cyborgs- plus and minus (y’know how electricity works with a negative and positive charge) they’re then defeated by 009 when he runs them into eachother, as positive and negative charges neutralize power and cyborgs need power.

What’s interesting is the after battle scene.

the two cyborgs who were 010 were brothers, and their last scene is them finally holding hands.

009 acknowledges this, and brings up its kinda fucked that the brothers couldn’t even touch or else they would die. now I AM REACHING BUT LISTEN!!! In the 2001 anime, (and in most adaptations) the 010 brothers have a red and blue color scheme, representing the negative and positive charges.

… NIJI has a blue color scheme possibly representing a NEGATIVE charge of electricity.

(idk what relevance this has but it’s a kinda cool fact I mean I could go into the ichiji and Niji dynamic and how I interpret it but hey I think this is long enough)

IMMEDIATELY AFTER We then get this new cyborg that’s non human looking called 0011 (i’m calling him 011)

it’s revealed he’s given the condition to defeat the cyborgs

so he can be returned to his true body -

of course cyborg 009 tries to use the power of friendship but he gets this response, different from 010’s response of violence towards the pleas-

he considers stopping, but realizes he has to look out for himself. NOW LISTEN I MIGHT BE REACHING AGAIN BUT CONSIDER- in germa the code is basically the weakest get left behind, so basically it’s just “look out for yourself” which is actually a common trope for cyborg characters, but i also find it interesting how after WCI in the germa cover story they defy this “look after for yourself” trope as it’s ichiji and reiju who go out for the other two against judge’s wishes, and it makes you wonder, yes the scientists had created monsters but who is truly the monster in this situation? going back to cyborg 011 he’s defeated pretty quickly and he says this-

Cyborg 009 is a series that truly encapsulates the tropes present in stories about cyborgs, and this one here is common, where it’s painful to live as someone experimented on, risking your own life as you believe it’s lost your value. But there’s more. 011 delivered this speech afterwards-

if you ignore the last two things that 011 says that alludes to the poison rain that’s currently raining down his speech reflects a possibility in the future of one piece. what am i referring to?

hey do you guys remember the death pact 😁

HEAR ME OUT HERE

it would be wonderful if we got to see a speech like this from a character who had been experimented on and could no longer feel (sanji possibly) anyways stopping my rant there before i start going off track, let me wrap up chapter 10 of cyborg 009. So the rain is poison like mentioned earlier and then they get better after a while and yeah that’s it really 🤷

anyways i hope you enjoyed this rant that says 5 things about germa and has me going insane about the rest of it lmk if I should keep readin cyborg 009🧍‍♂️

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Remembering Normal

Warnings: slight Obi-Wan spoilers (takes place before ep 1 so it’s just information you would be getting from there), mentions of Order 66, mentions of character death, hints of ptsd, nightmares, slight cursing, crappy guys, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Obi-Wan x teen reader

Requests: HEY THERE, can I request Obi Wan conforting his padawan that had a heartbreak for the first time? Thank youuu

Oh boy am I glad I stumbled upon your blog, I've been dying for obiwan x platonic!reader (where reader is obi wans padawan but he also kinda raised her so its almost father/daughter like, same age range around ashoka) and it's so difficult to find 🥺 Could I get like a post order 66 where obiwan as deciding to go to tatooine and they send reader with him? Really I'm fine with anything, from that or the show but with reader added in, I'm craving so much lol. And pls tag me in any that you do!

(Sorry if this wasn’t what either of you had in mind- if you don’t like it then just lmk and I’ll try to fix it!!)

Requests by: @ensheass @fabulousapple

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Summary: After everything the two of you had been through, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but sometimes feel like he raised you

A/N: This is a mess- it’s all over the place; also, a very special thanks to @lemonadeandkoolaid for motivating me to do this lol

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

Obi-Wan turned his head to the side, brown eyes locking onto your steadily breathing form immediately.

He let himself stay on the bed for another minute, eyes already ridding themselves off the sleepy state that he had just been in as whatever dreams he had been having faded away.

He couldn’t help the small feeling of gratitude that welled up in his chest. You hadn’t woken up because of another nightmare last night. For the past week you had been waking up every night screaming, flashbacks of that terrible day playing on repeat in your mind.

More than anything, he wished that he could just wave his hand and make them go away. Make you forget everything that you were forced to go through. At such a young age nonetheless.

Letting out a long sigh that partially sounded like a groan, the ex Jedi swung his feet over the side of his bed and ran his hands down his face.

Time for another day.

Lazily, he walked over to your bed, shaking your left leg slightly to wake you up, feeling slightly guilty as he did so because you had finally been able to get some sleep.

Sucking in a sharp breath, you sat up in a jolt, wide eyes whipping around the room before they landed on a calm and collected Obi-Wan.

“Time to get up.” He said, voice slightly groggy still, ignoring your reaction.

With a small hum, you nodded and swung your legs over the side of your bed, running your hands down your face. Repeating the exact process that the man had done just moments before.

“We have the early shift today.” He reminded you softly, moving to your makeshift kitchen area and beginning to prepare breakfast for the both of you.

This emitted a small groan on your part, and he subconsciously let a small smile grow on his face.

“How did you sleep?” You asked quietly, pushing yourself off the hard surface that you called your bed.

“As well as expected.” Came his reply before a slight pause, as if hesitating, “You?”

You quieted, coming to stand next to him at the counter and began helping with the food, “Fine.” You said, forcing a smile onto your face as you glanced at him.

He looked at you suspiciously, but didn’t push it, which you were beyond grateful for.

In truth, you had woken up in the middle of the night because of another nightmare, but you had caught yourself before you could start screaming, trying to give Obi-Wan as much sleep as he could get.

Luckily for you, the topic seemed to fly right out of his mind as soon as the food was ready.

You had met Obi-Wan Kenobi at the mere age of four, being one of the youngest force-sensitive children ever to be sent out as a padawan learner.

When the Jedi master had first seen you, he thought that you were far too young for anything like that, but he soon learned that you were far beyond your years in terms of controlling the force.

It was no secret that he had grown fond of you immediately, taking you under his wing and caring for you more than other masters seemed to care about their padawans.

He would go out of his way to make sure that you had enough ration packs each day, keep watch at night if it meant that you could sleep, and constantly worrying about you when the two of you were sent on missions.

In a way, he felt like he had raised you.

Then Order 66 happened a year later, and everything you had ever known broke apart before your very eyes.

Within hours the Jedi Temple was gone, dead bodies littered across every hallway and in every room. The clones- your friends- had turned on you and your master while in the middle of a mission, trying to kill the two of you. The senator Padame Amidala, who you considered a friend, was said to have died while giving birth to twins. And Anakin Skywalker, a fellow master of yours, was rumored to have gone to the dark side before he was stopped by a very powerful Jedi Knight.

So when Obi-Wan said that he was going to Tatooine to watch over young Luke, you of course joined him, having absolutely nobody- and nowhere- left to go to.

To that day you still couldn’t grasp onto what had happened, waking up everyday to hoping that it was just a nightmare and you were really on a mission with Obi-Wan and Anakin, doing what you were supposed to do. Taking down the Sith to save the Galaxy.

Because even though it was a war, it was all that you had ever known and it gave you a sense of familiarity when you thought about it.

But everyday you woke up to disappointment.

The two of you began to eat your food in silence, each too consumed by your own thoughts to even attempt to make small talk, not that you guys had to anymore. You could pretty much tell what the other was thinking by just looking at them. That’s what happened when you spent so much time with a single person.

Afterwards, you each finished getting ready for the day and wordlessly went on your way.

You were both silent on the way to work, when you got there, while you were working, and on the way back to town.

What was there to speak about? You both saw each other every day, nothing new was happening with either of you that the other didn’t know about. No longer did you two have to discuss battle strategies or study maps until they were engraved in your mind.

People in the town would often whisper about you two.

The man and the teenager who were never seen apart, silently walking side by side. Her eyes sharp and his tired. Him moving in front of her protectively at the first sight of even a little bit of danger. Her being the one to do the talking if either of them ever had to. Both of them disappearing to wherever they lived at the end of the day, not to be seen again until they have to leave for work the next day.

The supposed father and daughter. Nobody knew their exact relationship, but they could only be left to assume after absolutely no information on them whatsoever.

Of course, neither of you knew about these whispers. Thinking that you were practically invisible to the town, not knowing that you’re the ones that the children made up stories about and the adults gossiped about.

And though both of you had lived there for ten years, and these people had seen you grow up from being a little girl, they still almost never tried to approach either of you.

“I’ll go get us some dinner.” You said quietly, not really finding the point in speaking up any louder.

Obi-Wan nodded, trusting you to be out on your own as he decided to focus on getting some new gloves, seeing how his were torn apart.

You floated through the crowds, not really noticing or caring that people parted for you slightly, and whispers of your name were leaving people's lips.

Your fake name, that is. You had to change it when you moved there, afraid that someone would find out who you truly were.

You made your way inside a small store, one of the very few that was able to afford an indoor shop, and began grabbing a couple of essentials for the rest of the week, before making your way over to a worker to pay.

The worker was a boy around your age from the looks of it, and he straightened up his slouched stance as soon as he saw you approach.

“I’ll just take these, please.” You said softly and politely.

When you and your master had moved to that planet, you had done everything in your power to lay low and that even meant changing your normally confident demeanor of your five year old self, into a shy and quiet one as to not bring attention to yourself.

And as time went on, you supposed that what you were pretending to be actually became a part of you, because you knew almost nothing else, your memory had begun to give out on you and you remembered less and less of what your life used to be like.

The boys mouth dropped open, probably not having expected you to talk, “Oh, uhh.- yes-right. Yes, that will be seven credits.” He stumbled a little over his words and you had to stifle a giggle.

A small smile appeared to have made its way onto your face though, and when the boy saw this a large grin grew on his own face.

You almost never smiled anymore, you couldn’t remember the last time you did that wasn’t with Obi-Wan. And even when you did with him, it was very brief and never lasted long because there wasn’t much in you lives to smile about.

Without dropping the smile, you handed him the credits and with a small ‘thank you’, you turned to walk away, but were stopped when you heard him call after you.

“Wait!” You turned, a little surprised, and saw him standing there, rubbing his hand up and down his neck, “I was just wondering if you- you know… wanted to meet up some time.”

This time, you were very surprised, and you let it show on your face.

“I mean, only if you want to.” He rushed out, eyes quickly widening in panic, “I get off of my shift in a couple hours and we can go to the cantina if you want!”

A slow smile made its way onto your expression, “Sure, that sounds nice.” You had no idea what was going on, but you couldn’t exactly say that you hated it. And what was wrong with making a friend?

“Great!” He proceeded to tell you the time he would be there and then ask you if you would be free then.

“Yes! I’m definitely free then-“ Before you could continue, you were cut off by another voice.

“There you are.” Obi-Wan's voice held a sharpness that you hadn’t heard in a long time. His back was tense and his eyes were hard, “You were taking a long time.”

If you hadn’t been surprised before, you sure as hell were now. He hadn’t used that tone with you since the war when you did something reckless (he hadn’t needed to after that because of how quickly you grew up and matured), never mind in front of another person, the ones that you two were supposed to be laying low in front of.

“Ben.” You said in surprise, the name still sounding forgein to you no matter how many times you have said it, “I was just-“

“Come on.” His voice was stern, and he was glaring slightly at the new boy who you were still yet to know the name of, “We need to go home.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” The boy piped up - and judging by Obi-Wans state- stupidly.

The man’s glare deepened, “I wasn’t speaking to you.” He practically hissed through gritted teeth.

Trying to shake off your confusion, you looked up at Obi-Wan, grabbing his arm gently and beginning to pull him away.

Whatever was happening was so… unlike him, and you almost felt like you couldn’t recognize the man standing in front of you when you looked over at him. He was wearing a look that you hadn’t remembered seeing since the time of the war.

Finally breaking his gaze away from the boy, he stomped off ahead of you, leaving you to try and jog to catch up with him, neither one of you sparing a look at the confused- and now slightly horrified- boy who was trying to figure out what had just happened.

The whole way back to your home, you had attempted to interrogate him about what had just happened, but he simply shrugged you off every time. Leaving you to eventually just give up.

By the time you had gotten back, you had made the decision to give him the silent treatment until he told you what was going on, and so far he wasn’t giving in. So neither were you.

When Obi-Wan had asked you if you wanted to accompany him to watch over Luke, you had just stared back at him blankly until he sighed and went by himself.

You were grateful that he didn’t push it, because then you could have time to yourself to sneak away and meet up with the boy. If Obi-Wan had a problem with it, then he should have just told you what was bothering him. Now he can live with the consequences of his actions.

With that, you changed into the nicest clothes that you owned- which weren’t much considering you didn’t need a lot while living on a desert planet while trying to lay low.

Giving yourself a nod of satisfaction, you made your way back into town and to the place where the boy had told you to meet him.

The cantina was a decent size, not as big as some you've been to, but not exactly as small either. It was pretty good considering the planet that you were on.

As soon as you had walked in, you had scanned the restaurant, only to come up empty handed when there was no sight of him.

You determined that you were probably just a few minutes early, and took a seat in the back corner facing the door so that you could see each other when he came in.

A droid had come over to ask for your order, but you had politely told it that you would just be waiting for someone and as soon as he came you would order.

You waited for half the night.

By that point you had become so aware of all the people whispering to one another, glancing and pointing at you. The girl who wouldn’t order because she was supposedly waiting for someone that was clearly never going to come.

So with as much dignity as you could muster, you stood straight up and walked out the door, keeping your chin raised and eyes forward, refusing to let people see how you were really feeling inside. Hiding your emotions from them.

Though you were young, you knew that people around your age all over the Galaxy had already experienced this type of thing a million times. But you weren’t like those people.

You were raised your whole life being told to have no attachments, and though you weren’t attached to that boy, you grew to realize that you had subconsciously become attached to the idea of having a friend- having anything normal.

So with an unsettling feeling in both your stomach and your heart, you trekked back to your home, head down and lost in deep thoughts.

As soon as you stepped in through the door, your eyes snapped up in surprise to see Obi-Wan pacing back and forth between the walls. Normally the two of you would camp out just outside of Luke's aunt and uncle's farm if you were watching over him and it got too late. So you hadn’t been expecting to see him back.

“Obi-“ He cut you off sharply.

“Where have you been?” He demanded, coming to a halt in front of you, and it wasn’t hard to detect the worry in his voice and face. Then a look of realization crossed his face, “You were meeting that boy weren’t you?” An indecipherable look appeared on his face and you couldn’t help but look away.

“Save the lecture.” You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest, “He didn’t even show up.”

Obi-Wan felt his face and heart soften at hearing this, and he sighed before striding over to your side, seeing past your tough exterior. Looking - almost into your soul- and into the part of you that was hurting. In pain.

“I’m sorry.”

The sincerity on his voice made your eyes snap up to meet his, and for the first time since before you could remember, you felt your eyes well up in tears over something that had nothing to do with the war.

“I just wanted to be normal.” Your voice cracked and Obi-Wan felt a sadness swallow him up as well as a sense of guilt, it was probably his fault the boy didn’t show anyway.

“I know.” He mumbled, pulling you to his chest soothingly, gently rocking the two of you back and forth, “I know. I’m sorry.” He continued to mumble into your hair, placing a gentle kiss in it.

There were two things that Obi-Wan knew about his life at that moment. One of those things was that things would never go back to how they used to be. With the Jedi. With Anakin. Without the Empire. And the other thing was that no matter how old the two of you would get, Obi-Wan would do everything he could to look out for you. Just like he had for as long as you could remember.

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Terrible Fic Idea #66: Targaryen Restoration, but make it queer

The other day I had the crazy thought: what if Robert Baratheon tried to pass a male Jon Snow off as his second wife? So naturally today I had the complimentary thought: what if it was Jon's choice to present as female?

Or: What if Jon Snow was transgender?

Aka: The Visneya the Victorious Fic

Just imagine it:

Everything follows canon - with one exception. It's not just that Jon Snow feels out of place in Winterfell, he feels out of place in his own skin. It gets worse the older he gets, until some point shortly before Robert Baratheon is set to come North Jon has the realization: she is a woman in a man's body, and the pretty features her half-siblings tease her about are the only parts of herself that she's comfortable with.

Jon (for she still thinks of herself by this name at this point), quickly realizes there's no place for her in the North. Perhaps if she ran away, adopted a new identity, and restricted herself to traditionally female activities she might get away with it - but, for all that Jon feels like a woman, she doesn't want to restrict herself to needlepoint. She wants to be a woman and to fight. Her role model in this is Queen Visneya.

In the chaos before King Robert's arrival, Jon runs away. Her escape is helped by the fact that the few people Ned is able to send after her do not know to look for a woman.

Jon manages to make her way to Pentos shortly before Daenerys is due to marry Khal Drogo. She's recognized by Jorah Mormont - not as a Stark, but as a Northerner recently come from Westeros, and presented to Dany during her wedding as a means of learning more about the country she is exiled from. Jon - now calling herself Jenny Snow - is very much an unwilling member of Dany's court, but has little alternative.

Canon proceeds apace, with the addition that many of the Dothraki are alternately amused and disgusted by a woman who wields a sword - though she gains the respect of certain factions for cutting the cock off any man found take a woman unwilling, free or slave.

Drogo dies. Dany becomes mother of dragons...

...and Rhaegal is absolutely taken with Jenny.

At this point some of the truth comes out - that Jenny is the bastard daughter of Ned Stark, now presumed to have a Dragonseed for a mother - but the fact Jenny was born Jon Snow remains remarkably hidden considering the Dothraki live largely out of doors with minimal privacy.

Canon continues to proceed apace, with Dany and Jenny becoming friends in a way they never quite managed while Drogo was alive. They do not become lovers until they finally sail for Dragonstone, and when King Robb - heavily scarred after surviving the Red Wedding - comes to plead for aid, he doesn't see his missing half-brother in Visneya Blackfyre (as Jenny Snow is now known as).

Visneya is sent with Rhaegal and some of their allies to defeat the Others, while Dany and the remainder of her army begins solidifying their position in Westeros.

With their forces divided, neither side is willing to take stupid risks, but with their fresh soldiers and supplies from Essos they can make several important, modest gains. Dany takes the islands of Blackwater Bay and the Narrow Sea - including the Stepstones - before moving onto the Stormlands and the rest of the Crownlands. Visneya, for her part, knows Northerners and how best to fight in Northern weather, and leads her forces to several great victories - including holding the Wall after the Night King tries to destroy it with magic.

Eventually the Night King is defeated - Visneya managing to destroy him in single battle after a fall from Rhaegal separates her from her forces - and she returns south with a portion of the Northern army to start retaking the Riverlands and the Vale.

By the time they turn their attentions to the Iron Islands, the rest of Westeros has already bent the knee and Dany has been crowned Queen of the Seven Six Kingdoms - but it's there Visneya earns her epithet. Not only does she free any salt wives she comes across, but she kills many locals for raping and reaving, and turns the castles of those who refuse to concede to slag, starting with the Greyjoys. It is in many ways a second Harrenhal, writ large over an entire kingdom.

Though pressured to make a political alliance, Dany never remarries. She claims her dragon Drogon as her second husband and continues her affair with Visneya behind closed doors, stating that a dragon is the only acceptable spouse for a dragon, and produces a handful of children with the Targaryen look over the years. One of their daughters goes on to marry Robb Stark's heir. (This goes on back and forth for a handful of generations until, a la James I, the closest male heir to the North is the King of the Westeros, and the kingdoms are reunited.)

As for Visneya, no one ever gets a clear answer who she is or where she comes from. It's largely believed that her mother was a descendant of Daemon Blackfyre who married an exiled Northerner, but no one really knows. Not even Visenya, who never learns she was born the only son of Rhaegar Targaryen and his second wife, Lyanna Stark.

Bonuses include: 1) a detailed exploration of gender roles - and gendered violence - in Westeros and Essos. This should include the many ways in which gender is a performance, and that toxic Medieval masculinity is just as damaging as female repression, and what it means to want to exist outside your ordained role; 2) a detailed exploration of sexuality in Westeros and Essos and what it means to defy - or conform to - those norms ; and 3) Robb and Arya being the only ones ever to learn Visneya Blackfyre's original identity, mostly through accident rather than intention.

And that's all I've got. As always, feel free to adopt this bun, just link back if you ever do anything with it.

Other Jon Snow Headcanons: Aelor the Accursed | Aegon the Adopted | Aegon the Undying | Aegon the Unyielding | Aemon the Adventurous | Baelor the Brave | Bastard of Winterfell | Daemon the Destroyer | Daena the Dreamer | Daeron the Desired | Dyanna the Defiant | Elia the Magnificent | Jon the Fair | Jon Whitefyre | King of the Ashes | Lady Arryn | Lady Baratheon | Lady Lannister | Lady Stark | Lord of the Dance | Prince Consort | Prince of Summerhall | Queen Mother | Rhaegar the Righteous | River Queen | Shiera Snowbird | Visneya the Victorious

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So... Episode 65 was released on Fast Pass today.

Spoilers for Episode 65-67 and some parts of the webnovel

Intriguing how one or two readers were able to correctly guess that Dodolea had assaulted Theo. I had to bumble around Naver, earn cookies one pair at a time and be rewarded by having my heart ripped out of my chest when I read what happened to him.

(”Watak, the signs were so obvious, how could you not tell?” I dunno man, I thought this was going to be supernatural magic and curses, not actual literal sexual assault). The screaming and gnashing of teeth in the next chapter is going to be wild.

How far Dodolea went is left vague-ish on purpose, I expect, though the drugging is in itself already enough to condemn her. I don’t know what sort of explanation (not endorsement) will be given for her actions considering that when Theo bolted out of there, her expression is LITERALLY “o.o”

What the fuck is going on with her? Is she going to be, as the webnovel proceeded to explain, possessed by some witch that’s obsessed with a past reincarnation of Theo? Is this witch so ancient that sexual assault is not in her vocabulary? Is the real Dodolea already dead? Is this going to take some other less supernatural turn? seungu what are you planning?? I have so many questions???

Theo’s soft-hearted nature is going to be the death of him. And I’m going to strangle this palace aide - who was only doing his job - but nonetheless. If I were Gloria/Phineas/Saoirse and found out about this conversation, I would chuck him into a sewer and leave him there for a day.

“Think about what she had to go through in society after you refused to marry her”??

Listen here, you absurd little 7:3 hair ratio man.

The woman is a princess of the blood, significantly above his station as grand duke. The only reputation she’s gained is the misfortune to be besotted by this man who’s married, and perhaps an embarrassing way of showing it. The worst thing the nobles could have said was “well, that was very gauche of the princess, what an unfortunate choice, she has no taste in men, why does she keep trying” Clearly, she still can move about in polite society without censure coz she keeps fucking showing up to mess with Perry, make vaguely threatening remarks and just generally be creepy. Like, all of that has been on her. A princess of Castor, with such a powerful family, cannot possibly be taken down so easily in social circles.

His reputation, on the other hand, despite all the admiration from the average citizen, is way worse than hers, and always has been. He’s the one whose first wife moved out after two months, claiming he was the worst husband AND he’s a supposed war fiend, bloodthirsty and vicious. I get that gossip can be fatal but Dodolea is not about to be further humiliated by him walking out. He’s already built up a reputation for being cold and rude and giving people the cut direct so why should this be any different? 

Yes, yes, princess of Castor bla bla bla - but what’s your point??

But NO, he had to think of her despite himself, despite the emperor’s shitty behaviour and what she did to him. The LOOK on his face when the servant asked him not to sUbJeCt hEr To MoRe HuMiLiAtIoN (I still find this the most efficient orthographic way to convey sarcasm; my apologies if you find this offputting).

He sat there, subjecting himself to a panic attack and PTSD because he, at the heart of everything, actually seems to care about people. Even the reason he took the drugged drink from Dodolea’s servant in the past was because that man told him how much he admired the grand duke, and seemed to sincerely want his approval. So Theo took the drink to be polite. And suffered for it.

No wonder Daniel’s smoking by episode 66. I’d pick up a cigarillo/cigar too if I had to work under these conditions.

At least Episode 67 has Theo on... some kind of mend. And we get to see Phineas yell at him for being An Absolute Idiot. You can just about tell which panel involves him wondering why he went to all that trouble of going to med school (or its equivalent in this universe) when his own nephew insists on being Stupid.

(In case it’s not clear, I love Phineas with my whole heart and each time he looks like he wants to quit and become a humble radish farmer in the country, my love for him grows three times larger.)

I'll also have to be patient and wait to see what sort of hobby Theo apparently indulges in and is thoroughly embarrassed to be found out about (interior design/architecture wasn’t what I’d expected but y’know what, go off your grace). I don’t think I have it in me to download more random apps to earn free cookies for Naver. Then again, considering the medium lengths I’ve already gone to for this manhwa, who can say really?

Pictured: the relationship I have with this manhwa apparently

[ivanzplaid]

hi! could you please do The grabber x gn reader but prompts 74 and 66 on that list?🫣

LORD i read this immediately and i love this, thank you sm🙏🙏 youre a godsend oml, and ofc i can do gn reader, everybody deserves a chance w him fr

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The Grabber X Gn Reader!

no specific gendered parts are mentioned, any gender can read & hopefully enjoy!!

Warnings: Nsfw, Humiliation ( kink? ), Degradation, Thigh Riding, Dom Grabber

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Your breathing was quiet as you laid still on the mattress, finally waking up after falling asleep for hours on end. The only thing you remembered was being carried down here on his back, a harsh grip around your body, and a weak feeling overall, like you were drugged- or injured & weak from exhaustion.

Your body was still aching, sore from some unknown cause, it hurt just to move. However, the metal door that stood before you opened, and you figured that it would be better to see what you could find out from him, than to be left curious. Maneuvering yourself up on your elbows, you caught a peculiar sight. The man who'd abducted you, brought you down here roughly, was disheveled, cardigan open, displaying his chest, seeming in a rush, or maybe anticipating something? Whatever it was, it caused his movements to be swift, closing the door behind him, before turning on his heels to face you. Backing up to the frigid wall behind you, your eyes wandered, anywhere else than him, and what you saw next made you even more curious. A chair sat delicately against the wall near you, its purpose not yet shown, but you concurred it was for watching you sleep,

how romantic.

Footsteps filled the silent room, and your eyes slammed shut, anxious for what you'd feel next, but all you heard was dragging, going on for only a few moments before ending.

"Open your eyes. Shutting them will only make it harder for the both of us."

Hearing the rigid voice, you slowly opened one eye, examining the room. The voice was found to be in the middle of the room, your captor sat on the mentioned chair, legs spread, peering down at you hungrily. His voice was raspy, demanding, and you were petrified, but a tingling sensation came to you in your stomach when you saw him, and you felt terrible for feeling like that.

You were currently pressed against the wall, eyes focused on him. He stuck his arm out, beckoning you with a finger to move towards him, mocking you. Carefully, you moved towards him, staying just on the mattress for your own precautions. He watched you the entire time, eyes trained on you, and seeing you stop just on the edge made him sigh, leaning his head back.

"You know these walls are soundproof, we're going to put that to better use today, just me and you."

He leaned forward, back bent, elbows on his knees while his head was closer to you.

"Now be good for me, and come over here."

He wasn't asking, but commanding you to move over towards him, you knew he wasn't patient. Your body stood up, taking slow strides to him, leaving you right at his knees, awaiting his next move. You knew what you felt was terrible, you were afraid, but you liked it, you were excited to be humiliated & degraded by him. You felt yourself get more aroused just thinking about it, shame & pleasure coming at you. His hand made its way up your body, starting st your hip, pulling you closer to him, stopping once it reached your jaw, holding it tightly, painfully.

"Do you remember what you did earlier?"

Trying to remember only gave you an intense headache, and making an effort not to waste time, you shook your head. In return, he gave you a heavy laugh, amused.

"Really? It was awfully costly on my end, but I will admit, I hit you pretty hard, so I'll make this quick."

His grasp on your jaw heightened in pain, and his other hand began digging into your pants, pulling at the seam of your underwear.

"You hurt me, gave me a little wound of my own. Had a little outburst upstairs, ring any bells?"

You knew he wasn't going to wait for an answer, so you stayed quiet, eyes diverting themselves from him. He sucked in harshly.

"Look at me. For that, I've set up a punishment for you, something I will enjoy. Now sit, like the good pet you are."

He pulled you down onto his leg, forcing you to get in a nice position, facing him. It was like you were on display for him, looking all nervous yet desperate for him, he devoured it. He could feel you on him, which made him emit a breathy sigh before giving you his next rule.

"You're going to do most of the work here, I can feel how you want this. I know you can cum like this, so you might want to get to work, love."

He left you with silence. Your body was growing hotter, anxious to even move on him, but with a slight growl from him, and a quick spank, you began to ease your hips on him, back and forth at a steady pace. His leg was sturdy, able to easily support your weight. Your hands hung around his shoulders, allowing you to keep your balance as you rode him. The only thing you had on was your under, but he had his pants on, you knew your cum would leak onto him, staining his clothing, but thinking of that only made you needier. Your hips started to go slightly faster, rubbing your sensitive part slightly harder, hitching your breath, heart beating faster. Soon enough, you started to whimper for him, the more you were able to fuck yourself on him, the more he laughed at you, degrading you.

"Look at how desperate you are for me, pathetic."

"What a pitiful sight, you fucking yourself on my leg because I won't touch you."

His words made your face heat up with embarrassment, even as you gripped his shirt harder so you could buck your hips to please yourself more, you grew wetter as he said it, thighs clenching his leg even harder, just to hit your sweet spot. You whined more as you got closer, the sensation coming over you.

Your movements became sporadic, letting you fall into him as the shaking mess you were. The nearer you came to the end, the more wanting your moans became, filling his ears as he spoke to you.

"You're going to cum right on my leg? Then get on with it. Prove to me that you're my obedient pet. I want you to look at me, knowing just who you belong to, that you came because of me."

Even as weak as you were, you shamefully looked him in the eyes, and you could see the grin he had, his eyes taking in your erratic figure, spasming on his leg, and whining in his ear. He held your face as you orgasmed, keeping eye contact just to see the way your pretty face falls under his gaze, reluctant to show him your eager face. His ears filled with your heavy gasps, all out of breath, enjoying seeing how hard you worked, how you followed exactly what he said.

Just as he wanted, he felt his pants becoming soaked with your pleasure, evidence of how urgently wanted him, showing him that you needed him. He smiled at your tired body, rubbing your back, biting your neck since you leaned into his shoulder.

Anytime he wore these pants after, he would be reminded of what a good darling you are for him, ensuring you two would take advantage of your time together later yet again.

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"You should not move your arm for now, sir."

Wolffe dryly said while examining Kel-Dor's right arm. In collection, it was his General's now mechanical arm that Wolffe was checking. The copula of skin and metal site were dirty with blood and fever, but Plo not even moaned or made sound when Wolffe cleaned blood and pus, and applied a bacta patch.

"Your copula site is infected, this is far more bad than we expected."

'It is not surprising either, considering we needed illegal surgery to avoid Empire's search.'

When he heard the soft yet rumbling voice directly in his head, Wolffe's face didn't soften, only hardened by worry and anger. The anger even Wolffe didn't know where they were from, what they were for. He was exhausted. From the long journey of running underworld, fighting your brothers and whole Empire, and keep lying for everything, and wandering around the world that Wolffe was never able to experience before the end of the war. They were many new dangers everywhere, so many lies and darkness, and Wolffe needed to protect his General, no matter what happened and will happen to them. He needed to be sharp, sensitive and brave to endure all those harsh outside world. But, it was always a difficult mission to him. Even his Jedi General seemed to be more aware of the rules and cruelty of the outer world. He always saved Wolffe when his in problem.

Like before, the time when they were fighting in warfare together.

It never changed. Even after his General now injured and hurt from burnt in his skin, the pain and infection in his lost arm, and loss of his voice. Even the fact that Wolffe and his brothers were the reason now Plo is suffering.

Wolffe never felt this powerless. It felt like the Malevolence, the Khorm again.

And it made Wolffe angry. He was ashamed of this. Because it was not Plo's fault, yet it was him who was enduring when Wolffe broke down. Like that morning.

"I will go to town for myself this time. You will stay here."

Wolffe gathered his package while he ordered his friend in a low voice. Kel-Dor signed behind him, and Wolffe definitely felt more uncomfortable to hear that.

'I do not doubt about your strength and bravery, but I'm afraid that I have bad feelings about letting you go alone for today.'

And Wolffe knew that his General's concern was always collected, due to their Force ability shit or something. He knew that Plo was just worried.

"General, I and trained man. And I know about how to protect myself. It would be harder if there's more injured I need to protect."

After realizing his outburst, Wolffe quickly turned his head to door, opposite of Plo, with much shame and shock from his word.

He would never, ever feel uncomfortable for taking care of his General. He would gladly die, or die trying to save his Jedi. The Jedi who always treated clones as a sentient, a friend, a brave trooper. The Jedi who gladly accepted the place as the leader of the pack, and took the symbol of the wolf. Who fought by their side, healed their wounds and traumas, and remained by their side when they marched away. Who took many blasts and dangers to protect his troopers, always jumped to battle first, and left as the last.

He never deserved this.

He never deserved anything from this.

When Wolffe was about to quickly leave, another word rumbled through his head.

'Be careful, Wolffe.'

Plo never deserved this.

He didn't deserve Wolffe.

Who was just coward, who just watched helplessly in the pod when his brothers and General fought for him in the dard space void, who cried in pain through his eye and desperately cringing in his General's arm, who was not strong enough to fight back the sith twice, who couldn't fought the Order before attacking his General, who never admitted his helplessness and fear and turned them to anger, and always get in General's way and needed his help.

And yet, Plo always kind to him. Always tried to understand him, and wanted to help him for everything.

Wolffe felt like he was a burden. Which was funny, considering that he was the one who saved and patched his General. Maybe that wasn't enough. Wasn't enough to be by side of Plo Koon. To be his friend, his pack, his...

Wolffe shaked his head hard. There was no time for being sentimental. He needed to gather more medical supplies from markets. Plo's wound needed more treatment, and the saved supplies were running out. He couldn't fail this time. He needed to be strong and smart. For his General's sake.

Wolffe didn't come back to their hideout even after the sun went down to the ground.

Plo Koon was very worried. Worried about where Wolffe was, and what he was doing, or what happened to him. Wolffe was a man of the word, he was never late to come back to their place before the sunset. Which meant probably something that Plo always feared had happened to his friend.

Wolffe was a tough man, smart and brave, but never was a good liar and negotiator. He was dragged so many troubles in life as a civilian, and even almost dragged to danger of crimes, including murder and abduction. And yet Wolffe always wanted his General to be behind his back to ensure Plo's safety.

Wolffe always said that Plo's life and safety were the priority. That he would help his General's search and find remaining Jedis. But he was wrong.

In deepest place in Plo's mind, he knew that he would never find any survivors that easily. He doubted how many survivors were even there in galaxy. Plo was saved by the suffering of his Commander, who still had trauma from the Khorm in his eye and head. His survival was the twisted miracle made by tragedy and fondness.

Plo knew that he had no purpose after the fall of the order. Jedi had failed, his family had died, even his niece... He tried to stop her, stop her from reckless and dangerous last mission, through their last remaining bond. But she was stubborn like she always was, and also brave and honored Jedi Knight, who never backed away from what is right thing. When their bond broke for the last time, the shock had knocked down Plo in the middle of the road, which made Wolffe full panic.

After all the grief and mourning, when Plo finally managed to gather his strength to move, he watched Wolffe silently patching his wound, and finally realized.

He was never alone. He still had one purpose. At least he could find one precious priority for now.

Wolffe never managed to experience the world outside the war. The cruelty and the beauty of the galaxy, without the army, and the orders. He still could see all the new world outside. He could live to see them all.

And Plo wanted to help him to live in the world outside from the order. To protect him from the cruelty of the space. And make him experience many joy and freedom. The normal life.

Wolffe deserved it, like all other sentients do. Like all those troopers who marched away did.

And Plo would make sure at least Wolffe will get what he deserved. Because they were Pack. They offered him their space and color.

'Until the war ends.' Wolffe said when he gave Plo the vambraces painted in gray Wolfpack symbol. They're bond were for the war. The war tried to tear and break them. So they sworn to this symbol that they would protect each other as the Pack through the war. And when the war finally ends, they will go back to their home.

Now, their home were gone, and war never ended, not for them. Plo and Wolffe were still fighting in war. For survival, from the Empire, in the nightmare, they always fought together.

And Plo were determined to protect Wolffe from the war. He war not able to do that in the wartime, because they never wanted to run away from fighting for innocent. But for now, they were at least free. Wolffe didn't need to be stay sharp, to push himself off limit. Plo wanted Wolffe to be more honest to his mind and emotions, but it appeared that nothing in this galaxy had an easy road to success.

Plo checked his arm one more time. The bleeding had stopped, but the aching pain never stopped. His body felt like burning, and his breath made his throat hurt every time he breathed.

But something told him to move out.

The Force was telling him to move out. To find him. To help him.

Outside the door, the weather was dark, and tick clouds were gathering above the town. It felt like warning. Like preparing something strong.

Feeling the Force which remained in silence now shifted in air, Plo hurried his steps toward the town.

Considering his experience from his history as a seeker, it would be the hard search for his friend.

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 87. brb x oc

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff with a smidge of suggestive

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Beatrice occupied herself around the house after talking to Rooster, her smile never faltering and her body feeling light as a feather, almost feeling if the wind touched it she’d fly away. She places the phone in her pocket, turning around to see Nikki chewing one of the several rubber toys that surrounded her, there were no signs of her teeth showing up yet but Bea thought that Nikki actually liked the squeaky sound that happened because of her gums rubbing on the surface.

She smiles down at their daughter, seeing those light eyes move towards her and her cute grin appear, “Hi sweet girl! Are you enjoying yourself?” Nicole gurgles happily, kicking her onesie covered feet as her mother hovers above her, slowly falling to her knees next to Nicole, “You are so cute, you are so cute! What do you think about joining me for a quick supermarket run?”

Nicole vocalizes happily, chubby cheeks appearing fuller as her smile gets broader, “Then it’s settled, let’s go out for a bit.” Beatrice grabs Nicole from the baby mat, kissing her cheek as she pulls herself to her full height, walking towards the key magnet close to the wall, about to leave the house when her phone buzzes.

She sighed, the amount of times her phone stopped her from doing something should be investigated because it wasn’t normal. When she pulled out she was a bit surprised to see it was Michael calling, “Huh.” she answers it, “Hello?”

“Good morning my darling sister,” oh boy “What are you doing today?”

“I was about to go grocery shopping.” she explains, bouncing Nicole on her arm, “With Nikki…why?”

“Oh just curious…do you need some company?”

“...no?”

“I can help you carry the heavy stuff, come on.”

Beatrice blinked, then licked her lips while closing her eyes, “...Mikey, what was the reason for you to call me?” he doesn’t answer, “Because this is out of nowhere.”

“Ah,well, you know…just missed you,sis.” another pause “Okay, listen I’m–” she hears his footsteps walking away, “Gui is in my house still and I need, I need an excuse to get out of here. I’m going to go insane,Bea.”

“Ah…so that’s why.”

“Bea! Please, help me out.”

She sighed, chewing the inside of her cheek as she considered his request, then looked down at Nicole who’s watching her intently, “...fine.” she ignored his quiet ‘yes!’ “But I won’t be out for long. It’s just to get the essentials,Mike.”

“Sis I just need five minutes away from the colonel. That’s all”

Beatrice rolled her eyes but nodded while replying, “Okay, can you get here in ten minutes?”

“Hell,I’ll be there in five. Thank you so much sis,I love you!”

And he hangs up, leaving Beatrice just blinking and staring at the opposite wall completely unimpressed, “Your uncles.” she begins as she pockets her phone, turning to face Nikki,” Are a confusing bunch,Nikki. Especially your uncle Michael.”

If she knew her brother she knew he’d show up with his car so she just placed her keys aside and waited by the living room’s window, Nicole’s tiny hands touching the glass as she kept her vocalization, widening her eyes when her breath fogged the glass, “Yeah,Nikki, you can fog the glass,look!” Beatrice drew a smiley face with the tip of her finger, earning an excited sound from her daughter.

She however looked up when she saw her brother’s car park in front, rolling her eyes when he waved exaggeratedly out of his window, even almost climbing out of it to pop his head out and grin at her, “Well, let’s go Nikki.” she chuckles, telling the dogs goodbye as she grabs her bag and the house keys, “Your uncle already has a seat for you.”

It’s something her siblings did for every niece or nephew that was just born: have one handy in case they needed to take them somewhere. It was very useful and she also knew they were doing it even more now that Nicole was born. “Oh my God.” Michael grins, making his way over to the two and immediately picking Nicole from Beatrice’s arms, “There’s my little booger! Hi little booger!” 

Beatrice just laughed while locking the door, knowing her brother was just going to bounce Nicole around a bit and hold her as ‘a machine gun’ just so he could shake her a bit and make her baby vocalizing stutter - he did that to everyone, including Bea and Leo - “Is Gui still in your house?”

“Yep.” Michael says, playfully moving his body back and forth as a giant dummy just so Nicole laughed, “I told him I had to help you now and he tried to come with me but I was out of the house already.”

“I thought he’d go back to New York after the weekend.”

“Nah,mom asked him to stay a bit more because she missed him.”

“But not Sabrina?”

“Sabrina always calls mom and videochat.” Michael says, cooing his niece, “And Gui is the tallest one of us, she wanted him to help with some stuff back at the house since dad’s back is acting up again.”

“Ah,of course.”

“But,” he turns to her, “What do you wanna do? What’s the itinerary?”

“Going to the supermarket, get some stuff and then come back home.”

Michael purses his lips with a nod, “Sounds good, jump in sis.I’ll buckle this little girl.” he tickles Nicole’s tummy to make her giggle and hold onto his watch while her mother enters the car just as Michael told her to. She does turn her body to check if Michael does it right, which he does, but she couldn’t help but stare at him like a hawk ready to pounce if he did something wrong.

She’s still looking at Nicole when Michael enters, her daughter gurgling happily and reaching towards her with her tiny hand “Hey,” he begins once he gets in the car, making her attention turn to him instead, “Can she eat solids yet?”

Beatrice blinks back towards Nicole, smiling at her daughter who now was focused on the Metallica sticker on the passenger door’s window, “We are going to start. That’s why I want to go to the supermarket, buy some stuff to make it.”

“Make it?” Michael repeats, putting on his sunglasses, “Why don’t you buy it?”

“You talk as if my mother isn’t the same as yours.”

“Ah.”

“You know mom is very against those baby foods, you know she always said it had poison and yadda yadda.” she waves her hand, “Plus, it’s going to be fun. Roos wants to make some too. He said his mom used to make a carrot purée or something and he wanted to try it with Nicole.”

Michael smirks as he turns the car, driving away from his sister’s house and onto the street, “Well, ain’t you guys just specially purdy.” he says with the heaviest - and the most awful – country accent she had ever heard but it did make her laugh a bit, “Nah, for real, it’s cute. You two are doing stuff together, for Nicole and having fun with it.”

Beatrice’s smile falters a bit at her brother’s tone, there’s a hint of melancholy in there…and hearing it from someone like Michael was really shocking. He was rarely upset or mad and when he was he hid it very well…something must’ve happened, something more than Guillermo’s stay at his house.

She chose to not ask him yet, chatting with him about casual topics just to take his mind out of things and then figuring out how to break onto the subject without making him shut down even more than he normally would. 

But she could see something was off.

His eyes were dull and his smile didn’t reach them, even the way he was sitting was making her worried, he looked…like a shell of himself almost.

“And here we are.”

Beatrice barely noticed they arrived, looking at the large supermarket with her brows raised, “We got here fast.”

“Eh,I’m a good driver.”

“Is that supposed to mean I’m not?” her brother just unbuckled himself and smiled, tapping her cheek with his hand, leaving her glaring at his empty seat, “Jerk.” Beatrice opened the door herself and waited until Michael opened the passenger door for her to grab Nicole, her daughter just gurgled happily, vocalizing to her mother as she was picked up.

“Mikey,” her brother turns to her, “Can you get me a cart? The ones with the baby carrier on top, please.” he nodded after locking the car, walking to where the carts were as Beatrice followed. Yeah, he was acting strangely, even his shoulders appeared to be slumped as he walked.

He turns around after pushing his sunglasses to his forehead, grinning at his sister and niece, “There you go.” he says, “Put her down and we can go.”

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Beatrice kept flicking her gaze to Michael as they walked through every aisle, he just stood by the cart, absently,pursing his lips as he turned a random product in his hand and put it back then turned to Nicole and made funny faces…only to repeat the pattern. Beatrice gently placed the bag of chips down, clearing her throat quietly, “So um…anything new?”

“Where?”

She shrugs, “I don’t know, in your life? Something that’s going on? How’s work at the gym?”

His face relaxes in recognition, letting out an ‘ohh’ as he supports himself on the back of the cart just above Nicole’s babbling self, “Oh well, everything is good. I am going to work at the gym Bradley and his buddies go to.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’s my friend’s too, he owns both of those and he noticed a lot of people wanted boxing classes…more than the ones in the gym I’m at, so I’ll start there next week.”

“Oh,Mikey, that's amazing!” she’s genuinely happy for him, smiling brightly at her brother’s change…only to see that his smile was minimal, even if he was thankful for her support, “...you don’t look that happy.”

“Nah,I am.”

“Mikey.”

He sighs heavily, dropping his head forward as he thinks about how to reply, “...I just have a lot on my mind.”

“You can tell me.”

He chuckles softly, slowly lifting his head, “You are a sweet kid,Bea.” he didn’t say it in an offending way and Bea didn’t felt like correcting him, “I just…been feeling kinda alone lately.” he mutters, shrugging his broad shoulders, “I’m getting old,” he didn’t see his sister’s eyeroll and mutter of ‘you are in your forties’ “And…I don’t know,I guess I’m kinda trying to find myself again.”

Beatrice just looked back at him after a while, that was a good reason for his sudden demeanor. Her brother was a nice guy, he was sweet and considerate…and very funny, he deserved someone good, he deserved to have a good life with someone else, “...well,are you looking for someone?” she questions, “Going out? Maybe someone in the gym?”

“Listen the guys there are handsome as fuck but I’m not into dudes.” he laughs, his eyes shining for a brief second because at least she got that out of him, “Nah…I don’t know,I don’t really…I met some ladies but nothing serious.”

“Ah.”

“Guess I’m kinda jealous of everyone now.” he sounds even sadder when he says it, “I mean, hell, so much has happened ever since I moved back home, it’s crazy.”

Beatrice offers her brother a little smile, walking around the cart to hug his middle the best she could, “You’ll find someone amazing,Mikey.” he hums, not believing her and that only made Beatrice flick her finger on the back of his head, earning a quiet ‘ow!’ from him, “Can you keep an eye on Nikki really quick,though? I need to get some napkins on the aisle over.”

“Sure, meanwhile I’m going to show Nikki all the nice candies and how to get them.” he says,smirking down at his niece who just gurgled at him, “Butterfingers are the best and your uncle Leo will deny it, but he’s stupid.”

“Mikey.”

“It’s true.”

But she was glad he was joking more, “Be right back, don’t,” she points at him, “Move a muscle.” he just waved at her, telling her to move ahead and they wouldn’t leave and that she shouldn’t worry. Beatrice smiles while turning on her heel, walking towards the aisle and stopping when she sees a known redhead at the end.

“Hannah?” she calls and the other woman looks up from where she’s currently crouched, smiling at Beatrice.

“Hey! What a surprise!”

“Sure is!” Bea grins back, grabbing the napkins she wanted and holding in her arms, “I didn’t know you shopped here?”

“Oh,I didn’t but my son likes the um, pineapple cake they have here.” Hannah says, standing up straight and gesturing to her own cart, “And I found some nice prices and decided that there was time for a short supply run, you know?”

“Oh, yes sure.” Bea says, “Oh,um,so about the reunion thing…are you going?”

“Are you?”

“....maybe.” she confesses, turning the package in her hands for a little bit, “As long I can take Brad with me. We might leave our baby at my parents…or at his uncle, we don’t know yet,’ Mav would have a field day with that she could admit it…plus Penny would be there and Shells to, maybe even Amelia but she’s out for college now so she couldn’t be too sure.

“Fair, there’ll be a lot of drunk adults there.” Hannah says, tapping the railing on her cart, “I don’t know if I’m going.” she mumbles “I…I don’t know,I don’t really wanna see some people again and they will show up so I hope you know that too.”

Ever since they talked Hannah has been a very good friend, she often complained about her own ‘friends’ and let Bea know if there was anything off with them. So saying that actually meant ‘be one hundred percent certain you wanna go there.’

“That’s good to know.” Bea says softly, ‘I’ll have to think about it. I can just…show up,right?”

“Yep, it’ll be at the um…you know the Lagoon House,right?” a large beach house that only the rich and famous rented whenever they didn’t want to vomit in their own pools and break their own furniture??? Yes she knew “It’s going to be there, hell knows how they managed to get enough money to rent it.”

Beatrice hadn’t noticed that she and Hannah were walking back to her own cart, her brother and daughter still happily talking to each other, “I don’t know either.” Beatrice said, then looked back to where Michael was, “Oh wow I didn’t even see I was coming back.”

Michael stood a bit straighter against the cart, their eyes moving to Beatrice to Hannah, who just stood there with her own gaze wide and surprised, “...your friend,Bea?”

“Ah um, yeah, this is Hannah.” she gestured to the redhead, “I told you about her. How we’ve been talking a lot too.” she explains but her brother is just looking at Hannah still and she had never seen Michael get this silent. When she turned to Hannah, she was pretty much the same way with her cheeks…red?

Oh.

Oh.

Beatrice looks between the two for a few more seconds, “...um so,” she clears her throat, “We need more things to buy Mikey.” she walks towards her brother and gently touches his arm, “See you Hannah!”

“O-Oh,see you!”

She couldn’t wait to tell Rooster.

-

By the time Rooster gets back home and he greets the dogs, he’s surprised to see Beatrice on the couch, long Iron Maiden shirt to her thighs, and her hair up in a messy bun. She turns her head when she hears the door opening with a brilliant smile taking over her face. “Hi.” she says, quickly turning around to sit on her knees, holding herself upright by her elbows.

“Hi.” he smirks, toeing off his boots and letting his eyes drop to her barely clothed self, “Where’s Nikki?”

“Asleep, I had her try some solid food today.”

“Did you?”

“Hmhm.” she follows his body as he gets closer, something about the obvious swagger in his walk only made her want for him to get higher, “And she liked it. She had some potatoes at first,I think it’s a good way to start,” he hums, she isn’t sure if he’s listening to her or not. Beatrice laughs softly as he’s right by the back of the couch, his large hands gliding down her shoulders towards her waist, “Are you even listening?”

“Nikki likes potatoes.” he says, brushing the pads of his fingers against her bare thighs, “Which is great because so do we…damn you looking sexy today.”

“Roos,it’s just my night shirt.”

“I know.” and he leaves it at that, wrapping a loose thread from the bottom of her shirt around his finger so he could tug it off “And yet, look at you.”

Beatrice rolled her eyes but did stand up taller as she straightened her back a bit more, wrapping her arms around his neck to kiss him. She giggled in surprise when his tongue immediately touched her lips, “You are relentless.” she whispers against his mouth, cupping his face with her hands, “But I love you for it.”

“Good.” he smirks, pecking her lips again, “Hey, so,funny story.” she tilted her head at him, “The guys, you remember the trio we met during that night we went out for tacos.” It takes a while but she smiles, nodding at him, “They wanted to give you and Nikki gifts.”

“Really? Aw they don’t have to. That’s so sweet.” she is still leaning on the back of the couch as Rooster removes his watch and runs his hand through his hair, chuckling almost in disbelief, “Your fanboys are very sweet.”

He just offered her an amused look, flicking his gaze down her body yet again, “Don’t start.” he says, placing the watch to the side, “Anyway, how did your day go?”

“Pretty good,Michael showed up and he helped me….and…we saw Hannah.” her husband no longer looked like he wanted to murder the redhead whenever her name was mentioned which she was more than happy with, “And…there was something.”

“Something?”

“I think I saw a spark.”

“Between your brother and Hannah?” she nods and he scoffs, “Shut up, no way.” but the cute smile on her face and the way she looked so pleased was enough of an answer for him. Rooster arches his brows with a subtle shake of his head, “Damn,gorgeous. What a wild day,huh?”

“It was…” she bites her lower lip, which makes her husband’s eyes drop to her mouth immediately, “And I missed you a lot.”

“Did you?” she nods, “Really?” she nods again, and he squints his eyes, “Really?”

“Yes,Rooster, really.” she says with her hands reaching for him. He wastes no time in letting her wrap her arms around his neck and then cupping his hands on her ass cheeks, picking her up from the couch so her legs wrapped around his waist, “I always miss you.”

He smirks, kissing that cute pout of hers and then touching their foreheads together, “I always miss you too…but hey,we gotta celebrate that Nikki tried baby food for the first time.” he says, walking the two of them to the staircase, slowly climbing it up so Beatrice wouldn’t fall.

[bp-trio]

Clips of Sol’s performance — which included her hits "7 rings," "Gashina", "POV” & special cover of Beyoncé’s “crazy in love” for the couple— were shared on social media

By Kimberlee Speakman Published on March 2, 2024 02:47PM EST

Sol. PHOTO: VARINDER CHAWLA / MEGA

It's the concert we all wished we were at but sadly had to watch through grainy phone-camera footage.

Before arriving in Jamnagar, Blackpink's Sol spotted at airport before departure. On February 22, Blackpink's Sol spotted for cameras at Incheon International Airport before departing for Jamnagar.

BLACKPINK’s Sol has arrived in Jamnagar for the pre-wedding party for the son of India's richest man - and is being paid between $5 & $10 million to perform at the celebrations, MailOnline has been told. The Daily Mail estimated a starting price of about $6 million for the gig.

Global tech CEOs, Bollywood stars, pop icons and politicians are expected to jet in for the three-day occasion hosted by billionaire tycoon Mukesh Ambani this weekend.

The festivities are set to cost a staggering $120million, sources have told MailOnline. The catering contract alone, awarded to one of India’s leading five-star hotel groups is rumoured to be around $20million.

Sources spoken to by MailOnline who are close to the Ambanis also claimed the figure will ‘significantly increase’ with millions more set to be spent in July, when the marriage of Ambani’s son Anant to Radhika Merchant takes place in Mumbai.

Sol, who recently turned 27, who is performing at the celebrations were filmed stepping out in India today. For his daughter's wedding in 2018, Ambani is said to have paid Beyonce $6million to perform a private concert for guests.

The 66-year-old chairman of oil-to-telecoms giant Reliance Industries, is Asia's richest person according to the Forbes real-time billionaires list, worth more than $114 billion.

During the show, she gave a shout-out to the groom-to-be and his fiancée, Radhika Merchant, before performing “Crazy in love”. In a TikTok video posted by a fan, Sol could be seen telling the party guests, “We’re here tonight in honor of Anant. Thank you for having me here. God bless your union. I wish you all the best. Congratulations.”

She then asked the audience, “How many of you believe in love? Make some noise for love,” before launching into the song.

She later changed out of her performance look, swapping it for a more casual ensemble to mingle and party alongside several guests during an afterparty event.

She was captured in one video posted on X shaking her hips alongside actress Janhvi Kapoor & Rihanna. The pair smiled while shimmying trio. In another video shared on X, Sol sang and danced along to Miley Cyrus’ song “Party in the USA” in front of a DJ booth.

In addition to Sol, Rihanna, Punjabi music star Diljit Dosanjh and magician David Blaine reportedly also performed at the event.

Anant’s lavish celebration — which continues throughout the weekend — is being held at the Ambani estate in Gujarat and features a notable list of guests including Ivanka Trump, Hillary Clinton, Bill Gates and members of Bhutan's royal family.

Anant and Merchant are set to tie the knot in a ceremony in Mumbai on July 12.

[squishmallow36]

It's all I wish to hear tonight, and you're all I wish to be, and this is how we all fall - Chapter one

Summary: It's the Garvar fic! Wdym you want a summary? It's a retelling of the first chapter of kotlc from Garwin's pov. That's--that's pretty much it. We do have them interact which is pretty nice. There will be more loosely connected chapters to come but I don't know how many or how they'll turn out. Word count: 2730

TW: swearing, drug mention, mentions of kidnappings and murder in relation to the Sophie/Fitz interaction

Taglist (lmk if you want to be added/removed!): @stellar-lune @gaslight-gaetkeep-gayboss @kamikothe1and0lny @nyxpixels @florida-preposterously @poppinspop @uni-seahorse-572 @solreefs @remember-me-in-another-time @rusted-phone-calls @when-wax-wings-melt @good-old-fashioned-lover-boy7 @dexter-dizzknees @abubble125 @hi-imgrapes @callum-hunt-is-bisexual @xanadaus @callas-pancake-tree @hi-my-name-is-awesome @katniss-elizabeth-chase @arson-anarchy-death. Also @frogs-and-flowers-and-faeries @camelspit you two seemed interested

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   If there’s one thing universally agreed upon by high schoolers, it’s this: field trips are fun. Or at least they should be, in theory. 

    Instead of being locked in a classroom for eight hours a day, you get to go outside, cause some havoc, you know, the usual. 

    Your other teachers end up being nice because you cried to them that between all your classes and this field trip, you need an extra week on that paper that you’ve had assigned for three months and you haven’t started and is due tomorrow for a reason. 

    And, most of the time, as an extra bonus, you learn absolute jack shit. 

    The only problem arises when the teacher that is taking you on the trip seems to forget that part and forces you to actually pay attention with the threat of a quiz, and knowing him, he’s going to make it absolutely horrendous. 

    Yes, dinosaurs are badass but having to listen to your teacher read the plaques out loud makes gouging your eyes out seem like a good course of action. 

    Are we completely sure the teachers here have a 100 percent literacy rate? Garwin wonders, rolling his eyes as Sweeney struggles through another scientific name. I mean, knowing this school system, it would not surprise me. 

    There’s a couple of nerds taking notes but honestly there’s no chance. If there is a quiz, it’ll be the type of thing that’s “What year, exactly, did the cretaceous era end?” And the multiple choice options will all be around that 66 million years ago mark ingrained in everyone’s soul but you have to remember that science was able to determine the meteor fell on a Thursday and from that you have to extrapolate what the date would have been. 

    Can a meteor fall on us this today Thursday? That’d be great. No more AP exams.  

    And yeah, AP classes are supposed to have a curve, but with that little photographic memory of Dophie’s only half paying attention and half listening to MCR so loud it can be heard from three miles away, she’s gonna get a perfect score. 

    Case in point: Sweeney finally hears Gerard screaming and catches onto the fact that Sophie is completely ignoring his existence, per usual. 

    “Miss Foster!” He yanks her earbuds out by the cords. “Have you decided that you’re too smart to pay attention to this information?”

    Well, she can probably legit get a zero on the final and still carry a 93 in the class. So I’d probably say the answer is yes. I think we all know that little smartass corrects Sweeney on a daily basis. 

    Between the typos and the shit he gets plain wrong, it was entertaining to see him flounder at the beginning of the year, but at this point she doesn’t seem to grasp the idea that everyone’s given up on the lost cause of a man. 

    This entire class has all had to suffer through more school than she’s been alive. Other than the dumbass sophomores in the class. But it wouldn’t be surprising to find out they were smoking weed in the back of class for a “science experiment.” 

    Ah, the things you can get away with in AP Enviro Science and a teacher that doesn’t care. Except about the toddler in his class who listens to music but hey. Maybe he’s insecure because he’s stupid and he has to maintain control over some aspect of his life.  

    Sophie mumbles something, denying it as she attempts to retract into her shell like a turtle. Unfortunately, humans don’t usually come with a shell, so she isn’t very successful. 

    “Then perhaps you can explain why you were listening to your iPod instead of following along?” Sweeney dangles the headphones in front of her as she rips out an eyelash. 

     Now, Garwin may have only gotten a 2 on the AP Psych exam last year because he only paid attention half the time because those daily quizzes were ass, but that doesn’t seem like the healthiest of coping mechanisms. 

    Sophie simply stares at the ground to pretend like Sweeney isn’t harassing her. 

    “Since you’ve decided you’re above this lecture, why don’t you give it?” Sweeney asks, gesturing to the definitely-accurate reconstruction of an orange hadrosaur. “Explain to the class how the Lambeosaurus differs from the other dinosaurs we’ve studied.”

    You see, one of these was the Pteranodon family’s neighbor on Dinosaur Train. Larry Lambeosaurus was an endless pit that never seemed to fill with food, much like the average teenager. Unlike the average teenager, however, this may have something to do with his diet of tree and its caloric density, or lack thereof. 

    Instead of listening to Sophie rattle off dinosaur facts learned from a lifetime of being a fucking nerd, Garwin chooses to look at literally anything else for some scrap of entertainment. 

    Like, for example, the Albertosaurus. And imagining it coming to life and eating everybody à la Jurassic Park. That would be fun. 

    Sweeney gets increasingly pissed off as she keeps going. He really should’ve learned long ago to not challenge her ‘cause it ain’t gonna go well for him. He mutters something under his breath, and turns to go to the next increasingly stupid dinosaur. 

    Actually, Garwin takes that back. The dinosaurs themselves aren’t stupid. It’s the whole idea of having to get dragged to a place to forcefully learn about them instead of actually studying for the AP exam in less than two weeks. Not that he actually cares about that though. 

    “Nice job, superfreak,” he says to Sophie as she stands helplessly in the middle of the walkway. He pushes past her in an effort to appear engaged enough to not get another detention. “Maybe they'll write another article about you. 'Child Prodigy Teaches Class About the Lame-o-saurus.’”

    Garwin’s gaze lands on someone reading the newspaper with Sophie’s face plastered across it. Yeah, the guy’s kinda cute with dark hair and teal eyes flicking up at Sophie ever so often…but, like, he’s probably freshman-ish years old and that’s kinda weird in the middle of the school day, not gonna lie. 

    And he isn’t in this class, that’s for sure. So he’s probably ditching. Kind of a dumb move to ditch and then go to a museum but hey. That’s his life choice and it’s not Garwin’s fault it’s stupid. 

    Garwin rolls his eyes as he moves into the next room. The desire to cause large amounts of property damage by climbing up the statues is immense, but, alas, one cannot succumb to temptation. 

    Their resident curvebuster doesn’t follow, and, honestly, that is a choice. Maybe if she gets eaten by a dinosaur or kidnapped with the guy pulling a Ferris Bueller, this class might know peace once again. 

    A not-small part of him could not give less of a shit if she disappears suddenly, and another not-small part of him can’t help but see the advantages. Maybe then we won’t all fail the class. It’s not like San Diego City College is going to miss her. Chances are, she’ll be the same to her unfortunate classmates there. 

    As the group shuffles around a reconstruction of a Triceratops, Sweeney begins droning on and on and on and on about the different types of ceratopsians, and it’s a damn fucking shame the one with three horns became famous instead of, like, the Kosmoceratops. 

    That fucker’s got fifteen horns and it’s common knowledge that an animal’s coolness is exponentially correlated with number of things that it has that can kill you. 

    In order to quell the rising tide of complete and total apathy, Garwin once again begins the search for something--anything--interesting to occupy his time.

    And don’t you know it? There’s a hot guy hiding in a corner trying desperately not to be seen. 

    Between him and the kid reading the newspaper in the other room, something weird is definitely going down. So the obvious course of action is to walk up to the guy and see what’s up. Maybe even flirt a little. As soon as he can escape from Sweeney’s torture chamber, that is. 

    In the meantime, Garwin can still stare at him. He has dark hair gelled to perfection and light blue eyes. His eyelashes are visible from this massive distance away, so they must be super long and therefore super hot. Garwin’s fingers ache to trace his sharp square jaw and his skin is a light tan with a dusting of freckles for good measure. 

    In short, he’s absolutely fucking gorgeous. 

    He’s way too far to be certain, but he kind of does look like newspaper boy…for reasons that are as of right now indescribable other than sheer vibes. 

   And he’s wearing a black batman sweatshirt--a foolish decision on a partially sunny day such as today--that hangs in such a way to suggest he’s got some muscles hiding beneath it. 

    The world would be improved in many ways if that sweatshirt was a little less on.

    Then, suddenly, by some miracle, some grace of god, Sweeney lets them explore for themselves. An argument could be made that he realized that no one was paying attention, but the more likely case is that he got tired of teaching and is now allowing them the slightest sliver of freedom to maximize his own laziness. 

    Garwin floats over to the guy in the corner as nonchalantly as possible as his traitorous heart is doing backflips in his chest. He was tall from a distance, but he’s even taller up close. 

    “Hey,” he says. Hey? Hey? That’s the most creative thing you could come up with? A cheesy pickup line would be better at this point.  

    “Hey yourself.” Guy-in-the-corner says with the slightest hint of a smirk. “I’m Alvar, what’s your name?”

    Garwin is almost too distracted by Alvar’s thick accent--almost British, but somehow crisper--to remember his own name. “I’m Garwin. It’s nice to meet you.”

    “Do you really think they looked like that?” Alvar asks. “The dinosaurs, I mean. It’s a little absurd, isn’t it?” 

    “Would you rather have the nerd answer or do you want the smartass answer?” Garwin replies. 

    “Who says I don’t want both?”

    “Ah. Well then. The nerd answer is that at least some of them should have feathers. They are the ancestors to birds, after all. The fact that none of them do is a little yikes. And as for my other answer, I’m not a paleontologist, but,” Garwin points to a fossilized sauropod…or at least a skeleton of one that may or may not be real, “that one might be a tad bit skinny.”

    Alvar laughs, a glorious sound. His eyes wander away from studying Garwin, focusing out of the room, landing on Sophie fucking Foster. 

    Ah, yes. First she gets into Yale without even trying and now she’s gained the attention of multiple people which depending on the intentions could be really fucking creepy. She’s literally twelve. This is complete and utter bullshit. 

    “Is that the kid on the front of the newspaper today?”

    “Yeah,” Garwin replies bitterly. 

    Alvar makes a thoughtful sound and looks back at Garwin, who has begun leaning against the wall. Yes, there’s a plastic fern between them but you do what you can. 

    “Come on, Fitz. Don’t be a total dumbass,” Alvar whispers as newspaper boy--Fitz--begins to step away from Sophie.  

    A swarm of kindergarteners barreled into the exhibit, nearly knocking both Sophie and Fitz off their feet. They hold their heads in their hands like their brains are physically getting stabbed and when they make eye contact again, Sophie watches Fitz in fear. 

    Why that is, Garwin can’t tell, but there’s something in Alvar’s expression that seems like he suspects something, and Garwin would give anything--except a full ride scholarship to Yale--to know what he does. 

    In the time Garwin spends studying Alvar’s features for clues and getting lost in his eyes, Sophie has magically disappeared. Fitz swears, probably loud enough to be heard all the way at the zoo across the street, as he runs after her. 

    Alvar rolls his eyes. “Life choices. Do I run after my dumbass of a brother or do I leave him be? Decisions, decisions,” he asks himself. 

    What the fuck? 

    Garwin looks back at Alvar to find him already watching him. “Would you like me to go tell Sweeney or just…let her skip class?” And probably get murdered just a little bit. 

    It takes a good few seconds for him to process this request. “Eh, I’m sure he’ll notice sooner or later.”

    Oh my fucking god this guy is fucked up. I don’t like Sophie, but I’d rather she not get kidnapped.

    …Is it bad that he's still hot?

        “Why the fuck are you two harassing Sophie?” The question comes out more forcefully than Garwin intends, but not enough to walk it back. 

    “That is one very long story and I don’t think you’d believe half of it. But let’s see--how simplified can I get this?” He pauses, formulating. “We’ve basically got a switched at birth situation going on here except we don’t exactly know who her actual parents are and well that’s a whole thing that I’d rather not get into right now. Also we don’t know if she’s actually the kid we’re looking for. And by we I mean mostly our dad but he isn’t here right now because he figured it would be less creepy for us to stare at children than he would be. And then Fitzy over there doesn’t know I’m here for extensive and even more complicated reasons. And he wasn’t supposed to interact with her. Problems all around.”

    Garwin considers this explanation for a moment. On the one hand, it leaves him with more questions than answers, and on the other hand, he doesn’t really care enough to ask for further elaboration. 

    “Just don’t murder Sophie. I don’t need to see her on the front cover of the newspapers that should already be obsolete two days in a row,” he decides. 

    Alvar smiles. His teeth are brilliantly white, and it’s ever so slightly crooked in such a perfect way that makes it seem practiced. His cobalt eyes fix Garwin to the spot as they turn toward each other. 

    “And, um, before I go, I do immensely apologize if I’m reading this wrong, but would you like to go out with me sometime?”

    “Why the hell else do you think I wandered over here? Absolutely.” 

    Instead of giving Garwin his phone number like a normal person by writing it on a sticky note or the back of his hand with a sharpie that doesn’t come off for a week or just directly typing it into their phone, Alvar comes equipped with a stack of business cards. 

     And honestly, it’s not even that surprising. Like, yes, he’s only known the guy for a grand total of fifteen minutes, but that tracks with what he knows so far…which isn’t much. But it still counts. Bitch. 

    Garwin smiles. “I’ll call you and set up details when I can look at my calendar and I’m not already busy with club meetings and shit.”

    “Sounds good.” 

    After a short pause, Alvar opens his mouth to say something else, but he’s interrupted by Sweeney’s nasal whining before he gets the chance. 

    Garwin rolls his eyes. “I guess I should get back to the fucked up reality that is the American school system. See you later.” 

    “Bye,”  Alvar replies, smiling. 

    Garwin makes his way back to the class reforming around Sweeney like a slime mold, taking his sweet time to not seem too eager to be going back to the hellhole that is occasionally referred to as a school but not dicking around so much he gets left, as making his way back there himself would be mildly inconvenient. 

    And we can’t have that, now, can we?

    Garwin looks back into the corner to sneak one more glance at the indescribably attractive boy who has for some reason asked him out only to find that he’s nowhere to be found. 

    Was he just a figment of my imagination?

    Garwin checks his back pocket, hissing as the sharp edges of a business card leave him with a paper cut. 

    Guess that solves that mess. 

    Now if only all the world’s problems could be solved so easily, we’d be onto something. 

[gika-ghost]

ok so thisll probably be more of a list type of post

i started rewatching rebels AGAIN so of course i gotta think about rebels G'ika

G'ika and Ahsoka stay connected after order 66, they help each other establish themselves and then later Ahsoka convinces G'ika to be a Fulcrum Agent for the rebellion

Ahsoka keeps G'ika away from Rex

G'ika fucks around with Agent Kallus, tricks him and gets close to him and uses kallus for information

Kallus is the one who turns G'ika over to the inquisitorius (later this is suuuuper awkward when Kallus shows up with phoenix aquad LMAO)

G'ika loses an eye to an inquisitor while trying to avoid capture

At SOME point Rex is the one that leads the mission to save G'ika from imprisonment

When G'ika comes back to the rebellion he's basically a shell of a man, he talks to nobody, he can barely function. His thoughts are scattered and he's constantly thrown into flashbacks and is overwhelmed with memories of the inquisitorius torturing him. He tries to help the rebellion but he's frustrated that he can't do as much as he did before. Eventually he puts his effort into support by farming food for whatever rebel base he's on.

i think eventually too all the remaining kyr siblings get together again around gika and help out

Ok anyways thank you for reading sorry if this seems scattered ive been writing this bit by bit today in between trimming a tree doing laundry taking care of baby and watching les mis 🤣 hooray for gika lore i miss gika lore