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Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back dir. Irvin Kershner | 1980

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Thrills & Frills Update Patch Notes

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I gotta finish some things and May Fourth is coming up, so, requests are closed right now.

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Could I possibly have Eragon and Murtagh's reaction to their SO absolutely freezing and shivering when out on a date?

Their significant other shivering because they're freezing? I'd hope Eragon and Murtagh would get them somewhere warm, start a safe fire, or give them a cloak.

Like, if they are indifferent... Nah.

Also: Wouldn't they be a little cold or get a slight chill? I don't know.

I hope they'd be attentive enough!

Honestly, I think Murtagh would give his cloak before saying anything.

Eragon would be concerned and say something before doing anything else.

But freezing???

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“Subtle” DBH Connor x Human!Reader

(A/N: The Reader is an investigative assistant for the Detroit Police Department. Takes place after the peaceful android revolution. Warnings: Canon violence and strong language. Involves an android homicide investigation and sensitive terms regarding the incident. Mentions of thirium blood and weapons like a gun. Use of (Y/N), (Y/F/N) and (Y/L/N) for your names. Word Count: 1,771 words)

Late into the evening, darkness finished enveloping the city between every alley and road. People headed home, ordered takeout, or clocked in to their shift.

Being among a group of individuals called out to a house outside of downtown Detroit, you could be counted as working late. Then again, it could be any time when working for the Detroit Police Department.

Standing in a living room of the residence, you jotted down notes into your work tablet.

You were already at the scene along with other DPD personal. Each person with their own task in the small home. Yet, a team effort.

It had been an android homicide. Suspect was yet to be found and identity remained unknown.

You could do with some more assistance.

As if on cue, in walked Lieutenant Hank Anderson and Detective Connor Anderson through the front door.

Ah, my favorite people, you thought in genuine relief. Now we can really get somewhere.

“Hey, (Y/N), they called you out for a homicide?” Hank asked, taking a few glances around the living room. Furniture knocked over or splintered.

“Yeah. Hey, Hank. Hey, Connor.” You gave a small smile before gesturing with your tablet to the shut down android on the coffee table. “The house is trashed in the hall bathroom too. …Poor guy.”

“Signs of a struggle, but not at the front door,” said a tall officer. “The android—Dennis—called in about the attack. By the time a team came in, it was too late. Blue blood’s still visible.”

“Did the android…Dennis, provide the name of their attacker?” Connor asked as he knelt down beside the android’s body. His LED spinning yellow.

“Only a possible first name. Chris.” The officer answered.

“So….no forced entry. They could had known each other before today. But why murder?” Hank questioned out loud.

Standing, Connor took three steps away from the body.

“You mentioned the hall bathroom, Officer (Y/L/N)?” Connor asked, always professional on duty.

“Yeah, the mirror was smashed.” You motioned for him to follow you.

“Any ideas on the murder weapon?” Hank’s voice carried out into the hallway.

“There’s a broken chair, Lieutenant.” Another officer answered.

Leading Connor to the open bathroom, you paused at the doorway.

“There’s thirium blood on the walls.” Connor said as he passed into the bathroom.

“There’s some in the bedroom, but no other disturbances.” You stated. “It’ll probably absorb into the carpet.”

Why blue blood is in there, I don’t really want to know, but…

For about a minute or so, Connor scanned details in the bathroom before re-entering the hall.

“None of the neighbors reported seeing anyone fleeing the house nor suspicious activity within three blocks.” You skimmed over your notes. “But that doesn’t mean anyone was staring at the house at the time of the attack to be certain.”

“Right. Does the attacker’s name match anyone living nearby?”

“No.”

Connor frowned, “The attacker wouldn’t have had time to leave through the front door without being spotted. There weren’t any shoe prints leaving in the front either.”

You rose your eyebrows.

“Back door?” He walked back through the hall and headed towards the small kitchen.

Being mindful of your footing, you followed a light trail of smudged blue blood into the bedroom. It became difficult to spot the blue blood as it was drying into the carpet.

There’s still no sign of a weapon, you thought. The attacker must still have it. They beat the poor android until they shut down. Someone not okay with androids’ equality? You crouched down. And the windows are all shut.

“The back door is locked.” Connor’s voice traveled through the home.

“You’re not telling me the bastard who did this is still in here.” Hank said.

“The android is missing their thirium pump and anything that might have caused severe damage to his head isn’t here.”

“Shit.”

clink

Your gaze snapped to the bed.

Slowly, you stood up. Your heart rate increasing by the millisecond. You swallowed dryly.

“Is there an attic?” Hank asked.

As quietly as you could, you backed up into the hall. Turning your head, you tried gaining someone’s attention discreetly. Anyone. After two head motions, Hank saw you.

“What’s with you?”

You rose your eyebrows and nodded your head to the bedroom.

In there.

In less than two seconds Hank had grabbed his gun. Hank, then looking into the living room, said, “Call a team in here. Everybody else out.” He trained his sights forward. “Stay behind me.”

“Got it,” Connor followed close behind.

“(Y/F/N).” The lieutenant gestured for you to go to them.

With side steps, you steadily made your way to the detectives. Once you passed Hank, Connor pulled you behind him and allowed you to move through the hallway.

“Detroit Police—.”

Someone rushed out of the room, an arm hitting Hank.

“Argh—Dammit!”

Connor launched to the side, basically a blur of movement as he struggled with the suspect.

A biocomponent dropped to the floor.

Clicking to realization, you went to run, but the suspect and Connor twisted into your path. Fists being thrown and something that might had been a wrench being swung.

A hand yanked you back.

Hank then stood in front of you and gave a direction, “Bedroom.”

“Yup.” You ran into the safety of the bedroom where the suspect had been hiding.

One of the last things you wanted was to be in the way of catching a suspect. Especially a violent one.

“Fricken android! An android!”

“‘Ey, quiet.”

“Android! Androi—Fu—!”

“Hey.” Hank shouted. “That’s enough. You got ‘em?”

“I got him. Come on. On your feet.” Someone answered.

Not hearing any new scuffle, you peeked out from the doorway. Careful not to step in any blue blood of course.

That was pretty quick.

“Son of a bitch. Are you alright, Connor?” Hank walked up to his partner.

“I’m fine.”

“Guess we know what he used to beat the android.”

“Yes. A pipe wrench.” Connor’s gaze caught your own. “Officer (Y/L/N), the suspect has been detained.”

“You’re both okay?” You asked, stepping into the hall with your tablet in hand.

“Yeah.” Hank sighed. The biocomponent on the floor grabbed his attention. “They really hate androids.”

“Their loss,” you made your way to the men.

Hank smirked.

Say nothing, Hank.

“I should had checked the bedroom when you mentioned it.” Connor told you. “I’m sorry.”

“He was hiding under the bed. He could have hit you if you checked. You don’t need to apologize.”

“Or we would’ve had to drag his ass out from under the damn bed.” Hank huffed.

“Fun,” you said sarcastically.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s finish up here before we have to do the damn paperwork,” Hank waved you off. “You need a ride?”

“If you’re offering and don’t mind. Yeah.”

Connor smiled.

. . .

Night covered the city even as lights brightened whole buildings.

Back at the precinct, you sat on Connor’s desk. A little break after you sent him your section of the reports.

Twirling a pen between your fingers, you watched his LED switch between yellow and blue.

It’s cute when he’s obviously thinking intently, you thought. And that cute stinkin’ curl of hair trying to be out of place again. One day. One day I’ll—

“All finished.” Connor announced.

You perked up and out of the beginnings of a fantasy.

He tilted his head up to ask you, “Is there anything else you needed to do?”

“Uh, nope. Just sitting here giving you emotional support. Silently.”

“Thank you.” The corner of his lips curved up. “There’s no one else who can sit on my desk and give emotional support as you can.”

Before you could unpack that sentence, your thoughts were interrupted by the ever outspoken lieutenant.

“If you’re done,” Hank spoke up from behind his computer screen, “you two can go on and head out.”

“You’re sure?” Connor asked.

“Yeah. Sumo probably needs to go.”

“Right.”

You hopped down from the desk and gathered your belongings.

“And, Connor, don’t give Sumo any treats. It’s late.”

“I won’t.” Connor walked out from behind his desk.

“Later, Hank,” you waved. “I’ll give Sumo extra scratches.”

The older man huffed a laugh.

“See you later, Hank.” Connor said and went to catch up with you.

“Sure thing, son.”

. . .

Taking an automated taxi to Hank’s house opened up room for casual talk and saving your energy for Sumo’s walk to do his business. It wasn’t the first time you and Connor had joined forced for the activity. A little break to wind down from work.

Prior to leaving the Lieutenant’s house, you had left a note on a bottle of beer just in case Hank got home before the end of the walk.

“I don’t think the drawing of a paw-print was necessary, but it was…cute.” Connor said as the pair of you walked side by side, a dog leash in his grasp.

“Some cuteness is necessary, Connor. Right, Sumo?”

Sumo gave a slow, but very deep bark. 

“Exactly. See? He gets it.”

Connor frowned slightly. “I’m not sure what to say to that.”

“That’s fine.” You linked your arm with his and added, “Neither do I.” Spotting his smile, a familiar fluttering feeling filled your insides.

Completely normal friendship activities. You thought in an attempt to ease yourself from revealing any of your more-than-friendship feelings you had for Connor.

One had to subtle about those things. Some times.

“The odds of both of us having no reply is extremely low.”

“How could we?” You teasingly scoffed. “Nothing to say…”

I could say that he’s the one that’s cute. More cute than the note, you thought as you elected not to say what was on your mind. Again. A difficulty when Connor chuckled quietly beside you.

Ahead of both of you, Sumo sniffed a neighbor’s lawn contently and curiously. Ever the favorite dog who you two adored and kept far away from whatever hid in the grass at night. Sumo had bravery, but neither of you were taking chances with the big, sweet walking fur-ball.

Bravery, something everyone had some sort of experience with in their lives. In your line of work, the possibility of showing courage was greater. Not a necessity, but it could be accomplished in many ways.

Maybe, maybe one day I’ll have some courage or risk letting Connor know how I feel about him. Somehow, I guess. You thought as the three of you continued walking in the night.

At least Sumo was having a grand time regardless of the internal emotional rollercoasters of others.

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I like making Topper the star of my DreamSnaps submissions.

(I took a photo of my Nintendo Switch...)

For the In Bloom Decor Challenge.

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Reader, about Eragon: He’s so thoughtful. He picks flowers and brings them to me. Often they’re ones I’ve just planted, but-

Eragon: That's how I know they're fresh!

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What would happen if rumors would reach the others that Eragon had taken an ambassador (modern!reader) as his partner?

What if it was just rumors?

What if modern! Reader hadn't even heard the rumors yet, but Eragon did?

Reader wondering why Eragon was starting to act awkwardly when others were around them. Like, "Are you okay?"

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Fanfic writers are like crows. If you give them treats (comments) they will bring you shiny things (fanfic)

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Eragon and murtaghs reaction to chubby SO wearing their clothes around the house and to bed, but they're very tight?

". . . but they're very tight?"

😱

What???

Okay, there's a difference between fitted clothes, tight clothes, and very tight clothes...

Why would someone wear VERY tight clothes? That's fine. Sure.

Wouldn't that be VERY uncomfortable??

Wouldn't that be constricting no matter what size or shape someone is???

I'm saying this out of love and concern. Why?

If Reader or Eragon/Murtagh wants to get to spicy times or even a hug, they're gonna have some trouble with VERY tight clothes.

As it is, I have trouble getting my head through a crewneck shirt that's my size! 😓

No.

But Eragon and Murtagh would probably be flattered or giddy that their significant other wore their clothes. 💞

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Disney Dreamlight Valley Developer Update

Both updates on May 1st!

In the Valley's free content update:

Daisy Duck

More to do during Valley Visits

Take selfies on new and existing rides

More Disney Parks content in upcoming Star Path

Boutique and new challenges

Then on Eternity Isle:

More storyline and quests

A new friend, Oswald who has interacted with the environment

Oswald's house

New critters

There will be more they'll share soon!!

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How did my father die? A young Jedi named Darth Vader, who was a pupil of mine until he turned to evil, helped the Empire hunt down and destroy the Jedi Knights. He betrayed and murdered your father.

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Two previews tomorrow!

(from Disney Dreamlight Valley social)

"Turns out, organizing a grand opening requires a few calls!

Are you ready for this familiar face to bring her entrepreneurial spirit to the Valley?

Check back tomorrow for a preview of what she has in store for you in our next free content update, alongside Act II of the expansion pass! ✨"

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I have an evil suggestion: Eragon x modern!reader but they start off absolutely hating each other (and Saphira surprisingly likes reader, but gets influenced by Eragons emotions)

So, right at the introduction phase of meeting someone...

That sounds like a lot of work to hate someone. Gosh.

Like, there has to be very firm reasons. I can't even begin to imagine what would give either one of them reason to hate the other! 😢 And at the start too???

Anyway, here's a Bob Ross quote I found:

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Happy Earth Day!!! 🌍🌎🌏

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I hope this doesn't annoy you too much, but I have so many questions about Modern!reader

Like, would they try to find a way home? Would they want to stay? Would they worry about their loved ones missing them back home? Would Eragon try to help even though he'd obviously want them to stay with him?

Hi. Oh my goodness, the Modern!Reader. The fan of Eragon who has no idea, technically, how they dropped into Alagaësia. Magically, sure, but Reader read about magic, they didn’t know how to use magic. But that portal they arrived through was awesome, however short in its stay.

Modern!Reader has no idea how to return home. Their only small chance would be to tell Angela every detail and hope she would figure something out. Even a theory would be helpful.

During Reader’s first night in Alagaësia, they were feeling homesick and missing their loved ones, friends obviously included. Reader knew how exciting and dangerous Alagaësia was, especially alone knowing sensitive information. There was no telling what could be happening back home.

Once learning about Modern!Reader’s situation, Eragon would be confused and conflicted. Of course, Eraogn wanted to help his friend, but he wasn’t entirely sure magic doorways were real. But he wanted to believe the Reader, but even then what help could he be of getting them home? He didn’t know any complicated transportation magic.

Eragon feels guilty; he wants them to stay and he can’t begin to figure out how to help. All the Dragon Rider knows is that he cares for his friend deeply and he will do what he can to make them fell at home in Mount Arngor.

Reader feels torn; they love experiencing life on Mount Arngor, but they do really miss home and the people there.

Either way, Reader ad Eragon’s friendship would grow.

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What about Eragon walking in on their SO changing! But make it spicy!

"Look In Your Eyes" Eragon x Reader

(A/N: Oh dear. Spicy, but not too spicy, okay? XD Wait, haven’t I wrote something about Eragon or Reader without a shirt before? I just dawned on me. Ah ha! There is a laundry day drabble thing where Reader isn’t wearing anything from the waist up. See? I knew. I remembered. Anyways… Warnings: mentions of undressing, kissing, and romance. Word Count: 453 words)

Strange days happened to everyone. Even lucky days happened to others.

You had spilled a drink on your shirt not too long ago. Said article of clothing had been tossed in the bathing area to be dealt with at a later time. It was in fact not the day to work on dirty laundry.

A few minutes in peace and quiet would work nicely, however.

Until the door to your quarters opened and you remembered how you forgot to lock it properly.

You hastily covered your front torso with a fresh shirt.

“There you are,” said Eragon as he walked in.

“Um.”

Brown eyes widened as he took in the sight of you. Eragon had not seen you in a handful of hours and walking in on you half dressed definitely surprised the Dragon Rider.

He kicked the door shut.

You jumped only slightly at the sound.

Seeing your body language, he raised his hands up and stated, “Formal dress isn’t necessary here. There’s no need to worry.”

“Oh?” You caught how he looked at you with intimate ideas behind brown eyes. He was hardly one to mask his expressions around you.

“It’s only me. Also a room with a bed,” he lowered his hands and walked toward you, “and a closed door.”

“Very observant, love,” you laughed lightly as he stood before you. “Should I not worry about you?”

“Why should you?” Eragon inquired, linking his arms around your hips slowly.

“You have that look in your eyes.”

“What look?” Thumbs created circles along your skin, causing chills to run up your back.

“Your ‘I can be in your arms all night and day’ look. Have I been away from you that long?” You teased.

“We’re not needed for anything important today.”

“I should hope not.” You kept your shirt close to your chest, keeping in warmth.

“No one knows I’m here except you.”

“Eragon,” you sighed, “if you’re going to do anything, why do you insist on voicing observations instead of asking for a kiss when we both know you want one?”

“Only thinking of you.” Eragon’s arms tightened their hold. “May I have your kiss? And many kisses after?”

“You certainly may.”

Time slowed as lips met. Hands roamed to where skin lay uncovered on the other they loved most. Top-most outerwear, however clean, met in a small pile atop of a wooden desk. A series of kisses and shared breathes kept the pair of you busy, an activity neither declared a bother as others.

How long were the two of you to enjoy the benefits of love while life continue outside the quarters?

No telling, not when Eragon’s hands splayed across your back with little intention of leaving.

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Best wishes and happy reading.)

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