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krowfics · 5 months

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random pro cop things in fics take me out. Patton saying that acab is wrong cause you can't say ALL cops and Remus being like yea I just said that to get a reaction you are right :3 and all the other sides just sitting there presumedly agreeing?? et tu Janus??? Venom fic where at multiple times Eddy doesn't want to kill cops or otherwise shows them sympathy, seriously I just read the line 'he didn't want to get rope the poor cop into this' sir you just ate 20 neo Nazis. eat another

#rage at quarter to 7 am good god #that sasi one i read ages ago i cant remember much but the sudden pro cop bs came out of no where it was so weird #ugh #thekrowistalking #cannibalism mention #i have not slept yet help #i was gonna text this rant to bestie but i did have enough shame to not send my sleep deprived complaints before the dun had risen

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mvltisstuff · 9 months

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Hello

Could you make a request for Evan Buckley please.

The request would be based on the song Boyfriend - Big Time Rush. From the perspective of Buck who has a crush on his new neighbor.

Chim and Hen, tease each other about their supposed crush. But Buck knows it's not just a passing crush. Please, thank you 🙈 ✨

boyfriend - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

a/n: THAT UR LOOKIN FOR A BOYFRIEND I SEE THAT GIMME TIME YK THAT IMA BE THERE

she kind of looked like a robber smuggling boxes into the car. but, she looked beautiful while she did it. i saw the renting sign outside when i left for work every day. i wondered who’d be coming in next, but i just figured it was no one that would be too interested in me.

“here, can i help you with that?” i asked, noticing her struggle to carry in the two boxes.

“please,” she smiles. that’s when i first noticed her beauty. she graciously looked at me with the most gentle persona.

“i’m evan, buck,” i decide to say, despite my nervousness that’s accumulated from her. “i live right there.”

“good to know,” she says. “i don’t know anyone in this building, so it’s nice someone’s finally said something.”

i smile back at her, leading the boxes into the room. it looked similar to mine, so i knew where to put things.

“i hate moving,” she groans. “it’s such a pain.”

“i know, i remember when i moved out of my old place i just threw out a bunch of stuff.”

she looks back at me, and i feel the heat on my neck. i’ve known this woman for maybe five minutes and i’m already nervous near her. i cant be falling for someone this quickly. it’s happened in the past, and i won’t let it happen again.

“are you from the area?” i manage to ask to break the silence.

“yeah, i’ve lived in california my whole life, but never in la. you?”

“i’ve bounced around a lot. mainly from pennsylvania but i came here to work for the LAFD.”

“you’re a firefighter?”

“i am,” i grin, it’s already clear to her how much i love my job. “i love it, the team here is so great. the areas pretty good, too.”

“you’ll have to show me around sometime,” she says, effortlessly.

“yeah!” i reply, too fast which makes her bewitching smile appear again. “or, sure, i’d love to. if you need anything, i’m right next door.”

“thank you, buck,” she starts walking toward the open door to grab another box as i slide out next to her.

“of course…” i point at her lightly, realizing i don’t even know her name and i like her already.

“y/n,” she tells me. of course she has a beautiful name.

“right, y/n,” i send her another grin and go back to my apartment. when i see hen and chim walk toward my door, i meet them there.

“who’s that?” chimney asks.

“just a neighbor,” i say. “i was helping her move in.” the two partners exchange a glance, knowing i never meets a girl without taking an interest in her.

whenever i leave for work on certain days, it’s around the time y/n leaves too. she’s dressed in a casual, but business-like outfit that fits her perfectly. everyday, i’m blessed with the sight of her when start walking down the hallway. suddenly, today when i see her walking from her room, i can’t help but smile at her in hopes to get back her shining one.

“hey,” she speaks softly.

“hi,” i reply. “you like the building so far?”

“it’s perfect,” she exhales. “its so much better than the last place i was. it was my ex’s, but it didn’t work out.”

“oh, i’m sorry,” i say, but i’m also trying to figure out if i’m actually sorry.

“don’t be,” she manages to still pull out a bright aura that just makes everyone around her feel the same. “there’s better things waiting for me.”

after, she walks away and out of the building, and i pause behind her. better things, what could possibly be better. my next thought could have risen from my ego, but maybe i can be the next better thing.

at work, i’m permanently wondering about her. i don’t want to scare her off, she just moved in. something about her is catching me. it’s more than just her glory, it’s her mood and the way she carries herself with such decency and respect. she’s truly one of the most beautiful people i’ve ever seen, just to add. even when i’m sitting in the truck on the way to a scene, i just think about her over the rumbling of the street and murmuring of my friends.

“what’s got him so… on another planet?” bobby asks, looking back to me.

“sorry, what?” i ask, snapping out of y/n in my mind.

“i think i might have an idea,” hen teases, giving me a suggestive look. “any new neighbor time?”

“aw, the kids got a crush!” chim pokes his own fun at me, nudging my shoulder lightly as he chuckles at himself next to me.

“it’s not a crush,” i try and clear. “i just- she’s really nice and she’s gor- guys she’s gorgeous. she’s also single! so, more for me i guess.”

“listen, kid,” bobby starts. “just don’t get too attached too fast. remember how upset you were with abby?”

“trust me, she’s no abby-“

“where does she work? who’s her family? what’s her life behind closed doors?” i remain silent after being bombarded with questions. i know they’re trying to save me from more heartbreak, but i can’t help but be a little hurt. “exactly, you don’t know anything about her. why don’t you just ask her out? really get to know her…”

“it’s way too soon, she just got settled and i don’t want to be a pest.”

“buck, do you want this to be another girl you like that moves on without you?”

“not really,” i sulk, trying to think of the brighter side.

“then go for it!” hen encourages, bouncing back in on the fun discussion of my love life.

“fine!” i agree. “i’ll try and see if she’ll go out with me, now leave me alone!” i joke, in hopes to end the talk as we pull up to the scene we were called to.

after my shift had ended, i went back home. i was secretly manifesting an interaction with her, so maybe i had a chance to speak to her. the gods must’ve heard me, because when i saw her heading out of her apartment, dressed in slightly less casual clothes. she had a see-through black top with another cropped, tank top under it with a pair of jeans. her hair was done and her makeup was too, so i figured i missed my chance. she was probably going on a date.

when her voice entered my ears, part of me just wanted to keep opening my door. i didn’t want to hear about another guy, but i knew her sweetness would make her say something to me. she didn’t deserve someone like me, but i spoke to her anyway.

“long day?” she asks, slowing herself down as she passes by me.

“not too bad,” i say, giving her a kind grin back. “you look nice, though. headed out?”

“yeah,” she sighs. “just myself, though. i got dinner with friends, but i figured i’d grab a drink or something, too. they all had to leave, though.”

“o-oh!” i say, finding myself relieved that she’s not going on a date. it’s now or never, i tell myself. i have to take this shot or i’m gonna miss her forever. as soon as i open my mouth to speak, she does too.

“i was gonna go down to the bar on 7th,” she tells me. “you know if it’s any good?”

“it’s so good there, they make the best cocktails in la,” i turn my body toward her more, and i can sense her getting nervous with the pressure in the hallway too.

“do you, um,” she stutters and laughs at herself to try and ease the tension between us. it sounds bad, but i found her nervousness adorable as i can tell what she’s going to say next. “do you wanna come with me? maybe get to, like, know one another?”

the look on my face probably was frozen in, the face of anxiety and excitement. “yeah,” i begin. “yeah, i’d love to come.”

“great,” she beams back at me, and i put my extra things in my apartment before we walk down together.

it’s definitely something great.

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onthecrescentofthehill · 4 months

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g1deon and pyrrha + gideon and harrow throughlines scattered in all of tlt continue to drive me insane.

the initial investigation scenes post the 5th deaths where the 2nd house tries to pull cohort rank control of the situation, gideon & harrow immediately sneak away to learn that the winnowing trial was developed by the second house and cohort founders, g1deon & pyrrha. winnowing as incorporating the other, refusing distractions for the sake of true control, loyalty and duty.

gideon is wearing his sunglasses, rifling through their things. she doesn’t see it as a real place someone would live in, only a stop along the way to somewhere else, more whole.

she sees a gun on the wall that her mother's ghost will use the river memory of to try and kill harrow in the dream of cannan house:

It took Gideon a long time to realise that she was looking at something goddamn ancient: it was a blowback carbine gun. She’d only ever seen pictures. ….. The hairs on the back of Gideon’s neck had risen when the lights came on, and they hadn’t gone back down, as if her intrusion might well tempt time back to claim its grave goods. GTN chapter 19

Carbine rifle, read the key. For a moment she pitied Judith Deuteros’s last seconds. To be killed with this ancient piece of grave goods! It would have been like being set upon by a ghost out of time. HTN chapter 18

gideon reads "one flesh, one end" for the first time. she tells harrow these people were living in each others pockets, the same phrase she'll later use to describe the two of them. pyrrha spent nearly 10,000 years locked in a drawer in gideon the first’s mind bc he couldn't bear to let her go. gideon tells harrow how they feel like strangers despite growing up together.

harrow cant stand the thought and in less than a month harrow will lock gideon in a drawer and gideon the first will relentlessly try to kill harrow in her waking hours to spare her the agony he'll never learn is closely parallel to his, and when she fails to hear his real name her brain starts bleeding:

And he had said: “Ortus, have pity.”

“This is my pity, Lord,” said the Saint of Duty. HTN chapter 20

g1deon was john’s oldest friend, he carried that suitcase in his loyalty to him. then he becomes an amnesiac, immortal thanergy void, absorbing and nullifying the echoes of that catastrophe. founding the cohort that flips planets in the exact mirror to the ecological tragedy they all sacrificed everything to spare earth from. over and over again.

He didn’t even ask me to explain. That was the kind of guy he was. He and I had grown up on the same street. I’d spotted him for mince pies all the time as kids, so stands to reason he let me cut off his arm and carried a nuke for me. John 1:20

in g+p’s room harrow says that theyre all the ninth house has ( = you’re all that i have). gideon firmly says shes "NO ONE'S son or daughter"

but in less than a year gideon’s mother, sitting opposite her father, will recognize pyrrha with a sense of profound relief before her revenant is unceremoniously killed. gideon will watch through harrows eyes, in hiding:

Harrow, I will never forget the look on her face as long as I live, or as long as I die. (…) It was the smile for your old cellmate who’d just landed back in prison, the one that told them at least you were in it together—or more correctly, the smile of someone stepping out of jail after serving a very long sentence, having seen someone there waiting for her. Someone whose presence meant total reprieve, someone she hadn’t expected. It was a little bit mocking. It was deeply relieved. HTN chapter 50

i don’t have a conclusion to this rn i’m just……much to think abt. the displacement of grief, the loyalty through control, how it just happens over and over and over again and they just bear witness as tools or trapped souls or revenants, clinging to anything they can even if they don’t remember it.

#this is such a mess but i was getting spiritual indigestion turning it over at work. i need to quit and pursue tombposting full time #tlt spoilers #tlt #tlt meta #gideon the first #pyrrha dve #tlt txt

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im-suchanicegirl · 8 months

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Okay, Dan Encyclopedia, I need a complete rundown of his history pls 😍

Ohhhh that’s a tall order!

Thank your for trusting me with your Daniel Knowledge ™

(I also assume it’s about Danskimo and not DanK)

I think I’ll do general facts it will be easier. Also it’s all stuff I’ve read or seen but i don’t always remember the source:

- he learned to play the sax in school and DanK would go see him play

- speaking of, they’ve known each other since 2006!

- he produces music outside of EC, including Nico’s ex band, Samurai Pizza Cat and Kalle Koschinsky

- he also had a very shortlived, one time project that made the round on Tumblr a few days ago, risen from shadow. It’s a ‘black metal’ looking band with members of EC (him and nico), we butter the bread with butter, Axel one and drummer Raja Meissner. They wanted to bring awareness to type 2 diabetes.

- which personally i find kinda funny because he’s known for having a sweet tooth (the video of the cake alley in Walmart was hilarious)

- he might be more reserved than the others but he’s not scared of speaking up, like in the interview where he told Sushi ‘just because we are in a band doesn’t mean we are family’

- his dad is the band’s biggest fan per the rest of the band, and his ig is only pictures of Dan / the band / repping the merch

- I saw Some people say he is vegetarian and straight edge but there’s recent videos / vlogs where he drinks a beer and eats McDonalds so either he’s not anymore / has never been 🤷🏽‍♀️

- he’s a gamer, if his knuckle tattoos weren’t clear enough (GAME OVER and pac mans on the smallest ones)

- Speaking of tattoo, one of the tattoo inside his hand is an origami cat (which is such a cute idea i might have to steal once my cat dies in a million year)

- He’s really into mountain bike. Like, really. A lot.

- he’s an Aries. Enough said.

- he’s really reserved, i mean, he literally deleted the shirtless picture he had posted when they were in LA… or he’s not used to have people focused on him rather than nico / kevin.

I CANT think of more facts right now but I’ll add if there is the need for it 😄

#electric callboy #daniel haniß #ask #orionsartemisagain

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lawliet-ryuzaki-ryuga · 1 year

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Chapter 3

Captain (Levi Ackerman X reader)

WC: 2713

tw: nothing really.. maybe some hostility...

Two comrades; humanity’s Strongest and humanity’s Bravest. A bond between Two warriors who have nothing to lose.

A/N: i LOVE BABY LEVI AND Y/N

MASTERLIST

Chapter 2 --- Chapter 4

First person (pov)

Before the morning came I was up and out of bed, although I was still exhausted from the journey of the days before,I had to get a head start. With that i grab my regular clothing and head to go change and freshen up for the day. While walking to the washroom I pass by Levi’s bed and see that he’s fast a sleep, yet some how still looked like he was lost in his thoughts, with his eyebrows slightly scrunched and lips pulled to a line.

Once I’m all ready for the day, i head outside to go on my little hunt for some berries. Today you felt like making some lemon berry loaf of bread, with the apple cinnamon oatmeal. If there was one thing about you, it was that you loved cooking, well mostly baking. I would always remember my time in the underground where we didn’t have food, and it was tough to survive. To have your meal for the day, you would work at a small bakery like shop, in exchange for a meal for the day. That was where I learned most of everything that I know. As it is, food was already tasteless given the budget that we needed to follow, but I knew I could make something more of it. With that i find a berry bush a few miles into the woods and pick them out and have them in my small basket. Once I knew I had enough I headed back to base just in time for cooking to start. There were a total of 270 of us, and breakfast needed to be ready by 7 sharp. The sun had not risen yet, which makes me know that it’s still 5 am.

I noticed the other 2 on shift pull up with sleep still in their eyes, but nonetheless, simple ‘ good morning’s’ are exchanged. You tell them your plan for the meal to which they both nod and begin washing the apples and peeling them. I pull out the berries and have them washed along with the few lemons. I prepare the bread dough, making sure you have enough to make 7 loaves and having the dough rest while the yeast activates. I prepare the oatmeal by heating up the large pot with enough milk before adding the oats. Apples are being cut into small cubes and then placed into a large pot to cook. That is when I remembered I had gone and plucked some jasmine flowers, I rushed back to my bag and pulled them out, and laid them onto a towel and had them dry up on the windowsill. I had wanted to make some jasmine tea again, since we ran out, and I had come to learn that Levi also preferred Jasmine Tea. In the meantime I stir the oatmeal to make sure it doesn’t stick to the bottom and sides. Then I went to get the oranges we needed to squeeze for juice.

By the time we were done we had an hour left before breakfast. The kitchen itself smelled amazing with the loaves coming along nicely. There wasn’t much to clean, so I began cleaning what i could to help make the job easier for the cleaning shift.

“ Hey y/n, we don’t need to clean.” One of the other soldiers whom I’ve come to learn is Jennie. With no change in expression I turn back to wiping down the counters and tables. I never understood why other cant just do something else without being told. Both Jennie and the other person complain for the 4th time about having to clean. I slam the rag and look at both of them before pointing at the door, they give me this look of confusion, like they haven't done anything wrong. They question me by asking the stupidest questions like “ what’s wrong?” “ Did we do something?” Like no shit, even a dog knows when it’s done something wrong.

I point to the door again and turn back to cleaning, they eventually get the message and leave. Surprisingly i got everything done with still 30 minutes to spare. I walk to the windowsill and see that the flowers have indeed withered due to the scorching hot sun. I grind the small petals just to where they’re smaller pieces before adding them to a jar and some to a tea pot to boil.

I prep the bowls in the meantime and pour all the cups of juice, making sure as much is ready.

The last batch of loaf is out and cooling down, and slowly the people begin to trickle in. I pass each one a bowel of their oatmeal and small slice of lemon berry loaf.

Eventually Levi does pop in wearing his infamous stone faced look he gets in line waiting for his turn. When his turn comes he thanks me for his meal but I stop him before he could walk away. I grab the small tea cup and pour him some tea that I just made, and add 1 ¼ of sugar to his tea and stir it. I walk back with the tea in hand and offer it to him, with a low whisper of “ don’t forget your tea.” He looks at the cup in his hand now and if i weren't paying attention, i would have missed the small flash of shock that covered his face. He tilts his head up to look at me, his expression not changing much besides his eyes softening.

Levi always had the dark and hard eyes that held so much emotion. They say that the eyes are the window to your soul, but when it came to levi, his eyes were a window to the darkness that he has come to know and live with. With that i give a small smile in return and go back to get the line moving again. He walks away and heads towards the table where the majority of our ‘friends’ sat.

No one’s (pov)

Levi had sat down setting his plate and cup down, sitting between Matthew and Petra. Petra alone was having a mini heart attack, just at the thought of her crush sitting besides her. She though that this could be her moment, where she could interact with Levi. She would try to ask him small questions about anything, but Levi was too preoccupied by the food that he was eating. When he had taken the first spoon of oatmeal, a memory that he had long forgot came to mind.

Levi was only 13 at the time, a small frail boy, with bags under his eyes. Skin covered in dirt, clothing that had holes and were far too small for his frame. He sat on the floor in a dark alleyway, knees to his chest and head in between his folded arms over his knee. Life in the underground was difficult, almost near impossible to live in, yet here he was, a young boy with nothing else to offer. He could not remember the last time he cleaned himself let alone the last time that he ate. But all of that didn’t matter because it never did, he didn’t matter. That was until a young girl came out of the building with heaps of what looked like trash. He heard the small grunts from the young girl and jumped to his feet to help her carry the heavy load, not that he was in any shape, but he couldn't let her struggle. He remembers the small girl look at Levi in shock before backing away out of fear, not knowing what he would do. But with that reaction, Levi couldn’t help but feel hurt, not even a small girl would want to be near him. She continues to look at the older boy as he places the trash down and walks away, not wanting to scare the poor girl any long. But she runs up to him to grab his hand in a way to stop him.

He turns back to see her look at him and signs him what looks like to be the word ‘food’, Levi not sure what she means, only assuming that she too was asking for food.

“ food? Sorry i don’t have anything to give you.” Levi sighs before turning around again to walk away. But the young girl pulls at his hand again stopping him once again in his tracks. He turns back to see her shake her head and points at him before signing again towards her mouth. Not understanding she pulls him back to his original spot before signing ‘ wait’ and ‘ be quiet.’

The little girl runs inside before coming out a few moments later with what looks like a bowel. With slow steady steps she offers the warm bowel to the boy before her. Oh how he remembers the joy and shock that filled him. With shaking hands he grabs the bowel before grabbing the small spoon to take his first sip. The flavor of apple and cinnamon tingle his taste buds, as he cant recall the last time he had anything fresh and hot. The little girl watches him consume the bowel in an ungodly rate before he wipes his lips with the back of his hand. That is when she notices his chapped lips. She grabs the bowel from him and signals him to wait once again before running back into the building again. He wonders what she could possibly bring back after a meal that was sent from heaven.

With that she runs out with a cup and something wrapped in paper. She hands him the cup to which he sees the clear liquid.. water. Within seconds he chugs the water before handing her the cup back, and in exchange she hands him the wrapped item. Levi takes from her hand the wrapped item and opens to see that she had given him a loaf of bread. Levi could not understand this act of kindness. He looks at her with tears brimming his eyes, about to pour down. But before she could see the tears, a voice in the back screams.

“ WHERE ARE YOU, YOU LITTLE RAT!” with that the girl runs back before she could be caught, not saying or waving a goodbye to the boy. He watches her close the door before disappearing from his sight, wondering if he would ever see that young girl again. That is when he decided he would wait for her to see if she would come out, so that he could thank her.

The sun had set and the young girl had yet to come out again. The young frail boy would hear on occasion a a man scream obscure things. Internally the boy would panic, worried that something was happening to the girl, but he felt helpless, unable to see and protect the little girl. Eventually hours passed , the night turned cold. The streets were no longer filled with as many people, but now it was swarmed with older women trying to make business and men who would go to these women. With a sigh Levi gives up, not expecting to see the young girl anytime soon, that is until the creeping of a door is heard and a small body is pushed forward.

“ you come back tomorrow you hear! I’m not going to be feeding you for free!” The man speaks in a stern voice as he pushes her out in one motion. The little girl catches herself before she falls and turns to nod at the man, before slamming the door a mumble of “ can’t she bloody talk?” Is heard before the door is slammed shut. The little girl looks to her left and right to scout the area, and she sees the young boy in the corner. With gradual and soft steps the little girl walks up to the boy and places her hands on his stomach, as if to see if he had a full stomach. But to her disappointment she felt her hand sink a bit.

Under her arm she holds a small loaf of bread and hands it to the young boy.

“ oh no, I’m okay! That’s for you, did you even eat today?” He asks in a hushed tone.

With the shake of her head she pushed the bread towards him again. But the boy refuses to take up her offer. “ I’m okay, I wanted to thank you for the food today… I haven’t had food in a while and… just thanks.”

The little girl looks at him with a tilted head to the side and a small smile on her face. She gives a nod before she begins walking away to lead the way to the destination. But she doesn’t hear footsteps behind her. The young girl looks back to see the boy still in the same place she left him, she walks over to grab his wrist and walks out of the alley way with him.

The two walked down the street avoiding eye contact of every person. The two eventually reach an abandoned torn down house. She goes through a small opening and disappears into the darkness of the house.

Levi had never been one to follow anyone, but for some reason he felt called to follow this young girl. With a deep breath in, he goes in in hopes to find her. “Hey.. um where are you?” He calls out, squinting in the dark to adjust. That is when the sound of a match striking the match box is heard and a small lantern is lit. The area is illuminated and he looks around to take in his surroundings. That’s when his eyes catch the Small drawings on the wall, small flowers, a sun, stick like figures. All over, that is until he catches a small drawing in the corner of the room of what resembles a small girl crying.

“ Did you draw all of these?” He asks the girl, to which she nods proudly. She walks over towards a small lay out of wooden crates and some hay with a small blanket on top and bottom. Before she get’s on she walks over to a bucket of what looks like water and pulls out a small rag. That is when she begins to wipe her face, neck, arms and legs. That is when she jumps onto the makeshift bed and pats the small side beside her, as he walks over she throws her hands up in a motion that says “stop” and points to the water and rag, instructing him he needs to clean first. Understanding he goes over and wipes himself off before going over to where she was.

“ Is this where you sleep?”

The young girl nods again and pulls out her little piece of bread, but cuts it in half and offers the other half to the boy. “No you have it, I had enough food today.” The girl refusing to take no for an answer, she shoves the bread into his hands and turns back to her piece before munching away. When the both are done eating the little girl gets comfortable and lays down getting ready for bed. The boy takes it as his time to go and attempts to leave until she pulls at his sleeve.

“ you’re going to bed, so i need to leave?”

She shakes her head in disagreement and points outside and rubs her arms up and down, as if to say “ it’s cold.”

“ Yeah, but I’ll be okay. This is your place.”

She pats the bed again, points at the boy then outside and shakes her head again, in complete protest of him going outside. The girl could not understand why he would want to be outside all alone in the cold! She hated the cold but above all she hated being alone because when you’re alone that is when bad people hurt you.

“ You want me to stay here?” he asks in disbelief.

She nods her head, of course she wants him to stay, he could get hurt outside!

The young boy contemplates his choices wondering if he could trust her, or if he should leave. But he decides to stay with her.

#levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x female reader #levi ackerman x y/n smut #levi ackerman attack on titan #levi ackerman #levi #levi x you #levi x oc #levi x reader #levi x y/n #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x y/n #levi attack on titan #levi aot #levi ackerman aot #aot #aot x you #aot x reader

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tubbytarchia · 7 months

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I've been in a little Vrains phase recently. Vrains my love... Vrains my love thoughts...

if you asked me what my favorite episode was then I'd say the one where Kusanagi and Yusaku fuck around doing that one puzzle in Vrains. I love them as a duo so much, Kusanagi being such a cute father/older bro figure to Yusaku yet Playmaker dragging his ass along in Vrains, only made better given what Kusanagi's Vrains sona looks like. Vrains Kusanagi is a stupid nerd (I love him) while irl Yusaku is a stupid edgy little hoodie guy (I love him also). They are soooo cute I will give my life for them

Also the way that, despite being arguably the most botched Yugioh in production, and despite the very obvious quality drops depending on who (I'm guessing) animated the keyframes from episode to episode, I swear to god Yusaku gets the most pretty shots. The amount of screenshots I had to take of his pretty face as I skimmed through every single episode for AMV purposes, is significantly larger than my collection for any other protag. I need to make a compilation of just him looking pretty, but also I'm so excited to work on an AMV again. Finally, I get to almost remember what it's like to be happy. That said, I do wanna draw him too... even though I'm trying to force myself away from fandom fanart to some degree, seeing how unhappy it tends to make me

Ryoken still fave though even though Kusanagi has risen up in my fave ranks so much. You cant beat bullet jewelry gun dude. I hope Yusaku gets a kiss from him (and everyone else too)

Also wow someone read all of my Vrains thoughts wowza. Here's a short preview for the currently very unfinished and unpolished AMV (this is minor spoilers at most) (fast switching lights warning)

#vrains #vrains brainrot #VRAINROOOOOOT

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cherryphobe · 2 months

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There arent enough stupid bg3 walk throughs out there since the official release is only half a year old but if anyone knows where to find any loose severed hands in acts 1 & 2 pls lmk. Im trying to collect them all in my durge runs & in my most evil run i definitely missed one (not counting gale i have 3 severed hands in seperate run but in my evilest durge i only have two & i cant remember where i found them all) so if anyone knows....

EDIT: I remembered where the 3rd one was (risen road where the dying hyena becomes a gnoll) but if anyone knows of any others feel free to say so lol

#ones in the underdark where the sussur tree bibberbang field & colony paths cross #& ones in the goblin prison w the rest of the severed limbs #cant remember where i found the 3rd? & pls if you know of any others...#baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate

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chicken-delight · 28 days

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hi erica i follow you for yr astrological insights and voice to text posts and beautiful mind <3 i cant remember exactly what it was but i think it mustve been a csny post that brought me to your blog initially ... small rock n roll blogger world

i hope cros known from beyond that they’re bringing together a bunch of 20 something no good tumblrinas together. and i hope hes breaking in to the orhers dreams to tell the good news!

kiki u have risen in the ranks as a fave mutual this year u are one of the people i post for. xoxo

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grippingbeskar · 2 years

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The Element of Surprise | Chapter Seventeen

Part Seventeen: The Force

mando x fem!reader

word count: 7.9k

warnings: canon typical violence, description of injuries, mentions of blood

a/n: WOW i cant believe ive stuck with something this long - i think I only have like two chapters left?? i wanna do an epilogue too so plus that but I think just two omg! thx for reading u beautiful people

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You needed to change clothes.

When you scrambled out of the room you hardly got to spend 24 hours in, you didn’t even think of grabbing clothes. Your bag was sinking low on your back, straining your shoulders with the weight of whatever weapon you stuffed in there, though.

At least that was something.

Din left a strew of weapons around the Razor Crest, and you noticed how he stopped keeping his few personal items locked up the longer you spent around him. Now, he just dumps whatever he was carrying and knows it will be just as safe where he leaves it, because he trusts you. Your heart pulls at the mere thought of him.

You didn’t think that an emotional feeling could cause such a physical response, but you feel it everywhere - like you were being dragged underwater by it. You missed him - so much it made your mouth dry and your body cold. The only thing worse than the longing, though, was that you were worried about him. You know he can take care of himself, you’ve seen him in action enough to be sure, and he’s been doing this kind of thing alone for years before he ever met you - but it didn’t make the terrifying thoughts in your brain any less real, and did nothing to soothe the pit in your gut when you imagined who was after him. It was physically exhausting - trying to keep yourself somewhat composed enough to take care of the kid while simultaneously look for any sign your bounty hunter was still alive.

Your first thought was to make your way back to the ship - but after checking with the same mechanic you left it with, it was clear Din hadn’t so much as passed by. The mechanic remembered you - and the speed in which he ran away as soon as you took your leave told you he would have remembered seeing the Mandalorian.

So - you gather your information.

The ship was still here, meaning there was a very large possibility he was still on the planet. It would take an army to tie him down, so your mind isn’t convinced he would have been taken off world. There was still a few days before all the repairs on the Razor Crest would be finished, and you gave the mechanic your best puppy dog eyes to convince him to work as fast as possible. But - there was still at the very least 48 hours.

Anything could happen in 48 hours.

Ships continue to zip past as if nothing has happened. The planet still beats down in heat with its risen sun, people open up there stalls next to you preparing for yet another day, but time had stopped for you. It was the first time in months that you remembered what it was like to be truely on your own. A little hand came out the top of your bag and whacked you on the head again.

“You do that again and i’ll cut off.” You grumble and hear him squeak.

Okay, that was mean.

“Hey. I’m sorry, okay. I’m just scared, and stressed. I know you are too.” You feel him - not his little hand but his energy reaching out to you like that first time under the tree. You can see flashes of things - lights, planets you don’t recognise, faces and voices that don’t match. Moments that you remember and some that you dont, and they all blend together. You have to take a few steps to the side and lean against a wall, your head starting to pound at the intensity of his Force slamming into your brain.

Grogu is showing you something. He’s trying to share something but it’s all fuzzy. You can’t tell if it’s him not being clear or you not being focused. It’s all coming so fast - so you zero in on one. It’s the one that seems the strongest, holds your attention the most as it flashes past.

It’s one of Din - of course it would be.

You see the image come into view, clearer now that you have something to focus on. You remember this, remember this moment that plays in front of you. The background comes first, busy city and hot air surrounding you. Nevarro. Home of the Guild, he called it. You know this is your memory because you remember how you felt here.

You were angry with Din. Angry because he’d left you alone in the ship for hours after he…

Shaking the thought away you keep searching the memory, trying to keep concentration through all of the power surging through you. That’s when see another body come into view. Your hand felt cold, because it was resting on the knee of beskar armour, and you were sitting in a cantina. It was strange to see yourself - know that you were there but watch as if you were a stranger. You were sitting next to Din, and there was someone opposite the two of you.

Greef Karga.

He slides you a drink, you know it’s him because you remember he mentioned your father that day. He knew him. You listen to the voice - you see Kargas mouth moving, the words slightly out of sync as he spoke.

“I thought you might recognise him.” The holo gram. You remember why you were there in the first place - Din was picking up new bounties. Karga slides the puck closer to you, and you see yourself lean in as he continues to speak.

“Part of the crew that are responsible for your father’s untimely demise. Take it if you want, don’t if you don’t, but I had a feeling you might be the type interested in a little revenge.” A small burn comes to your throat as you stare at the face in the holo gram. It’s a face you would never forget - the face that belonged to the body of the man that slaughtered your people like they were nothing more than farm animals. The face that killed your father, tore apart your life and your family - destroyed everything. Your mind starts to fracture and you lose the memory for a second - Grogu’s urgency splicing you.

“I can’t - slow down, kid.” You hear him squirming around, and the memory plays again, a little cleaner now. The words sync up with his movements, and you can’t help but look at Din as he sits next to you, obscuring your body from view. You didn’t notice at the time, but every so often he would stare at the hand that hung around the back of your chair and then look away, as if he was contemplating where he should put it. You blink a few times as the memory continues.

“Take it if you want” Karga says. Dins hand comes up and slides the puck into his pocket. He took it. You completely forgot that he took it. You were mad at him after, too. The emotion rushes back and you stumble a little, leaning harder on the wall as it hits you all at once. You thought he didn’t trust you enough to take it on yourself. You argued with him, and then he told you why he refused to let you follow it. Why he wouldn’t follow it. You hear his voice in your head and you physically sink down the wall at the sound of it.

“Why give this to me now?” Memory-Din snaps your focus back in as he speaks to you. He knew Karga better than you, better than probably most because he was so damn observant, so he knew it wasn’t out of the kindness of his heart that Karga gave this tracking fob over, and that he made it a point to do it in front of you. “Something else at play.” His voice begins to fade out and you try your hardest to focus, to reel it back in, but soon your vision returns and the memories are gone, so too is the comfort of his voice. You stare at the opposite wall - it was almost the colour of beskar.

“Holy shit. That’s where he’s going?” Finally your mind comes back to you and you suck in a breath. Grogu just whacks you on the head again, as if he was trying to push you forward. You shake your head in disbelief. You don’t really know what to think right now. Most of you is happy - ecstatic even. You have direction, you know the kind of person chasing him. At least it’s not the empire.

But you couldn’t help the low burning in your stomach. You were a little angry. Not really - he was missing and there was nothing more important than finding him. But he made you feel like an idiot for even thinking about going after that bounty. He called it a trap, and now he had put himself in harms way on purpose.

For what reason - you had no idea. You would deal with that later, because there would be a later. You would have all the time in the world to argue with him and be mad at him, so long as you had him with you. The anger soon chips away, worry gnawing in your chest and Grogu whacks you on the head again.

“Okay! Okay, I get it. You have any more smart ideas about where I should try first?” You open your mind and instantly - as if the Force was just waiting for you to reach out, you know where you should go. You turned left, the beating sun interrupted as you walked by the flashes of ships that zipped past. You tried to clear your mind as best you could, but as you focused on your goal, it was impossible to get Din out of your head.

You’ve seen these guys take down entire groups of trained Jedi. Hell - they probably killed your father. He was strong in the Force, and a skilled fighter - so was everyone on your home planet, and they were slaughtered all the same.

Your mouth went dry again as you started to sweat. You turned right, and prayed to anyone listening that they would lead you to him.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Maker, you missed him.

Just walking down these streets again, you remember when you arrived just a day ago. How easily time passed - too fast - just talking about nothing. You were really trying to focus on what you were doing - but you were so in your head that it was almost impossible to do anything but drown in your own stupid thoughts.

It’s been a few hours since you last tried the comm link, and you haven’t said a word out loud since - too absorbed in your own mind. Grogu has fallen asleep in your bag, and your glad he doesn’t have to be awake for this walk - you knew you probably weren’t that great company right now. You can’t help but imagine what would have happened to him if you hadn’t told Din to bring him in the room, if he hadn’t been sleeping right next to your head. Even if you had woken up a second later. The blaster in your bag feels a little heavier now you know you’d have to use it if they caught up to you again.

Eventually, the people bustling around you start to thin out, not because it gets later but because you start to reach the outskirts of the city. The buildings are far shorter and fewer between, less ships have been whizzing past as you walk further out. You only notice because of how hot it starts to get and you miss the occasional breeze of a speeder as they fly past. Tatooine is hot, but you had never maintained a connection to the Force this long on that planet, and it was taking its toll. It took focus and a lot of your energy to consistently find the right path, so at the first sign of a semi-safe spot out of the sun, you collapse on the side of the road.

There was a cutoff just past the end of the street, and a few crates stacked up sheltered you from any peering eyes. You also take note of the fence, and how it was small enough for you to get over but tall enough to buy you some time if you have to make an exit. This was the shit you had to think about back on Tatooine when you first arrived, before you found a little place. You slept on the streets for about three months, so it’s not the familiarity of the cool concrete beneath you that sends a slow shiver down your spine.

You had thought you’d never be out here again.

Since you met Din, you had dared to dream that these days might be behind you. He made you feel safe. Protected - like, how even though you knew you could, you wouldn’t have to fend for yourself any more. You would protect each other. You even missed how people slid out of your way when you were with him, the hustling city sending people flying into your shoulders and nearly knocking you down every few feet. You forgot what it was like to feel invisible, and you don’t like the taste.

The bag slides to your side and Grogu’s sleepy head pops out. Seeing his giant bug eyes makes you smile a little, feeling you back in.

“Hey, buddy. You doin’ okay in there?” He gurgles a sound and you think it means he’s happy, but doesn’t smile. You know he must be missing Din too. They’d spent a long time together before you. He jumps out of the bag into your lap. You were pretty tired - all that flying around in the ship has done nothing for your stamina. Maybe if you just rested here for a second….

It’s almost as if he knew. As soon as you closed your eyes, the comm link crackled static. Like it was turning on.

You move so fast Grogu screeches in your lap. The comm link was still in your ear - you were scared you would miss something if you put it down for even a second.

“Hello?!” You shout and whack at the side of your head. You lower your voice to say his name a couple times, and sink into the silence that follows. Nothing comes back, and you say more words, any words you can think of to fill it. He has to be there.

Waiting. Still static.

“Din?” you whisper, voice shaking.

Suddenly-

“Ge- outsi- ty. Co-“ That voice. His voice. How-

“Din! Shit - Din! Where are you?!” More static. A few blaster shots, you know what they sound like through the comms. Then -

“Get out of- city. I’ll find you.” A full clear sentence, only interspersed by what you can only describe as chaos crackling down the comms. You don’t have any time to question it.

“I am! Din, just tell me where you are! Please!” Grogu was wildly buzzing around on the floor, clearly hearing the same voice.

“I’ll find you.” The static comes back and then the line goes dead.

“Din! Hey!” You take the comm out of your ear for the first time in hours and try to turn the camera on. You don’t see the green light like last time, and no more static has buzzed.

He’s gone again.

“Din!” You said a little half hearted.

It was pointless. Maker, he could be anywhere on this planet being shot at and your sitting in some dumb alley feeling sorry for yourself. You put the comm back in your ear and bite your lip to try and not cry. You are so focused you nearly miss it.

“-always find you, cyar’ika.” His voice crackles through the static one final time before cutting off for good. Your heart swells. It’s been less than a day and you nearly forgot what that word sounded like coming from him. Even muffled, with a heaving breath in between it made you warm all over. You knew what it meant now - sweetheart. He knew exactly what you needed from miles and miles away and -

Oh god, you needed to move. Like, now.

“Come on, kid. Let’s get the fuck out of here.” You scoop him back up into your bag and swing it over your shoulder. You pull the blaster out before, though, and attach it to your hip.

Just in case.

You were tired as shit and your legs hurt, but he needed you, and hell if you weren’t going to get to him.

You let yourself focus. Stepping out onto the street, your eyes fluttered shut as the Force buzzed all around you. You needed calm, your emotions were through the roof right now. The only person who even seemed to allow you that peace, though, was Din

So you drilled into that. Him - his voice, the words he whispered in your ear he thought you were asleep. Helmet off and body warm behind you in a makeshift bed. The way he feels - his skin, every scar and where they were and how they feel under your hand. How he reacts when your lips drag over each part of him, the sounds he makes. You see him in your mind - and he’s helping. Guiding. Just like before you jumped out the window. Like he has all along. You turn right out of your little alley. You feel Dins hand, how surprisingly soft it was against your cheek that first time he touched you. How it lit a line of fire across your face, how he left your breathless from that one touch.

You turn left, catching yourself off guard. You were doing this. For him. For yourself.

You keep walking.

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“Eye spy with my little eye, something beginning with ‘S’.” Grogu squeaks out a little sound in answer, and you sigh in defeat. “Yup. Sand again. You are just too good at this.” He slinks back into the bag, shuffling around to get comfortable.

Lucky guess, considering all you’ve been able to see for the past few hours is god damn sand. Ever since the city disappeared into the horizon behind you, it’s gotten significantly darker, and you could only just make out the lights of ships passing the taller buildings as they sped home. You had been following your senses as best you could, sometimes just closing your eyes and letting your mind lead you completely, but doing it for this long was exhausting.

He told you to get out of the city - but you had no idea how far that was, nor did you have any idea where to go from here. Exactly - here. As in right where you were standing in this moment. It’s like your mind just went blank.

No matter how hard you tried, there was not even another hint of where to move from this exact spot. You were in the middle of the plains outside of the city. The only evidence of life was the glowing city in the distance.

You were so far from everything - why would your mind lead you here?

Doubt began to wash over you - how could it not?

You were walking around half blind on a foreign planet, under a shit tonne of stress trying to follow the vaguest of instructions that has now led you to the middle of nowhere. You spun around in your spot, waking Grogu with your movement, who finally popped his head out. His head spun around in excitement.

“Be my guest.” You mumble in defeat as he begins to wriggle around. You swing the back pack off your shoulders and gently place it on the ground in front of you. Grogu jumps out and begins to wander around aimlessly in front of you, and you slump onto the ground in exhaustion.

Everything hurt. Your head was pounding from how hard you had to concentrate all day - trying to follow your own intuition was something that did not come naturally to you, years of suppressing your abilities have clearly made it hard to maintain. That paired with the overwhelming power of Grogu’s intensity earlier, you didn’t care how dirty the ground was, you could sleep right here if you weren’t so god damn terrified for Din.

As soon as you think of him, Grogu squeaks. You turn your head and struggle to see him at first in the dimming light. He’s gotten further away than you thought, your mind starting to faulter in your exhaustion, so you grab your bag and hurry over to him, adjusting the blaster on your hip. As you go to move, you nearly stumble over, feeling light headed.

No - just a little longer.

He’s waddling around in a circle, kicking at the sand as if he’s found something you don’t see.

“Sand, bud. Plenty of it.” You kick at the pile next to your foot, and the scrape of your boots against something hard makes you stop. Dropping to your knees you can feel the difference underneath you. Oh.

It’s metal. Like the floor of the Razor Crest. Hard and unnatural in the terrain.

Swiping at the dirt and sand, more and more metal is revealed under the dying light. You would have missed it completely if it wasn’t for the kid - you expose as much of it as you can from your spot. After a while, hinges and ridges are slowly revealed.

Silver reflects back at you, and you twist your body on the spot to fully examine the space. Not big enough for more than two people to fit side by side. -

Its a trap door.

Or maybe just a door. More like a hatch. There’s a handle, so you pull it.

It’s locked.

Of course it’s locked.

“You are so smart, kid. Think you can pull this open for us?” Grogu had ten times the strength you did, so if anyone was going to be able to open this door, it was him - and you would help. As much as your exhausted brain could.

It took all of your concentration as Grogu waddled over next you to even focus on the surface. You ran your hands over the hinges - reinforced metal. You shuffle back, knees aching as you slide off the centre of the hatch. You and Grogu used your combined strength, beginning to pull the trap door upwards.

You tried to focus - calm your breathing. You thought of Din, how he needed you now, needed you to focus and just push a little bit longer even though your head was throbbing and every muscle in your body was screaming at you to stop. You were starting to shake. You knew you were pushing yourself further than you should - but you needed this. Needed to find where he was and if you just looked a little harder for a little longer you could -

“I’ve been looking for you, girl.”

Your eyes shot open at the feeling of the end of a blaster being pressed into the flesh of your neck.

Fuck.

You were so concentrated on the hatch. On finding your way. You were followed - and you didn’t even realise.

The blaster pressed harder to the back of your neck. Your own pressed into your thigh. The kid waddled in front of you and one hand shot out to bring him closer to you. The other inched a little closer to the blaster. Just an inch -

“One more move and you lose your head.” You felt him step closer. Everything was on high alert. You suddenly felt strong.

No pain.

Adrenaline. Powerful shit.

You could hear your own heartbeat. Grogu’s heartbeat. Both were fast.

Unlike whoever was behind you.

He was deadly calm.

You heard the click of the gun. You closed your eyes.

He wouldn’t shoot. You don’t know why you knew - but he wouldn’t shoot. The gun will not go off, and he wouldn’t pull the trigger. That’s why he was so calm. He knew he was just here to intimidate, which meant he probably had back up somewhere. Your eyes flicked to the side and Grogu squeaked in your arm as you saw a quick flash of metal. Another man appeared to your right, then another to your left. The one on the left had his gun raised, and his heart rate was elevated slightly. If anyone was going to shoot, it would be this guy.

“Toss the gun.” You don’t move - just monitor. Trying to gauge how much you can get away with right now. If it was just you, you probably would have made a move already. It was dark so you had cover, and you knew with all this adrenaline you could run far enough into the outskirts - but the kid. You couldn’t trust yourself to keep him safe as well. You were outnumbered and weighed down. “Toss the gun, or my friend isn’t gonna be so nice to your little womp rat here.”

The guy on the left clicked his gun. He would shoot if you didn’t do what he said. The gun on your neck was still pressing painfully tight. You toss your gun just out of reach.

“There’s a good girl. Just like your daddy.” Your eyes goes wide and you don’t hold back as you whirl around - but it’s too late.

The butt of the gun whacks you straight in the face as you spin, and the world goes black.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

You suck in a huge breath.

It felt like someone was standing on your chest. When you sucked in more oxygen a sharp pain shot up your right side. He kicked you - you think.

The butt of the gun knocked you out cold, but you had moments of clarity; throwing your body around in desperation. You hoped you at least got a few good hits in - they certainly did.

You could feel the dried blood across your brow, and your ribs had to at least be seriously bruised. Your knuckles were sore, and the ropes around your wrists were burning against your skin. You sucked in another breath, spluttering against the pain as you let it out, trying to collect yourself.

You were tied to some kind of metal ring on a concrete wall. The entire room was a dark grey, and there was a toilet in the corner that looked like it hadn’t been touched in this lifetime. Apart from the gated door, small slates only just allowing light into the room from the hallway, the room was bare.

Bare.

The kid - Fuck!

You suddenly remembered where you were - what was happening. Instantly you were thrashing against the rope - desperation fuelling your movements. How long had you been out? Maker - if they had the kid -

You knew what they did to Jedi.

Oh god - you were going to be sick. Maybe if you could just focus. Calm your mind.

You can find him.

You were still pulling at the ropes, but you let your eyes close, squeezing them tightly together to block out the room. You tried to channel that energy that led you to the hatch in the desert.

Grogu - you called in your mind. You had no idea if this would work. You didn’t have any hope of reaching someone without the Force, but Grogu was strong. Maybe if you stuck your hand out he could do the rest. Hell, you trained him. You knew he could.

Grogu - you could hear footsteps approaching from the hallway. Boots on pavement. You knew the sound. They were - troopers? It sounded like heavy armour, similar to beskar but not quite. These guys weren’t empire though, where they?

Grogu! Your mind flashes white, and you pull against the rope in surprise when you here him. A squeak followed by him saying your name. He was safe. You don’t know how you knew it because he didn’t say anything except your name, but you knew he was safe. He was calm - hidden somewhere. Thank the Maker he got away. Was he down here somewhere? Had he found Din? There has to be a way to get out of these stupid ropes.

You tug against them again and hiss in pain as you feel the rope rip your skin, blood seeping down your wrist.

The door swings open, bright lights flashing over your eyes.

It takes you a second to see the figures clearly. But when your eyes adjust, you would know them anywhere.

Stormtroopers.

Stark white armour, the two troopers already have guns drawn. One steps forward and presses the hilt into your stomach and you wince, face screwing up. You swear the second trooper flinches as he turns to shut the door, locking you in with the both of them.

“No tricks, Jedi. Your surrounded.” The troopers low drawl makes your eyes open again. Your hand slips a little in the rope, and you think now it’s cut into your skin the blood around your wrist has made it easier to slip out. You need to be subtle. The second trooper stays back a little - lurking in the darker corner like he’s waiting for something, and you think you would rather he just punch you in the face. It would be less intimidating.

You need to buy yourself some time.

“Surrounded? What, by you two?” You scoff and twitch your body, trying to move the gun off the bruised side of your ribs. With the movement your hand slips a little further out.

“There’s more where we come from, kid. If I don’t bring you up, someone else will. Or they will just shoot you where you stand. Maybe I will.” He presses harder. Why hasn’t he made a move to untie you?

“You couldn’t make the shot with your gun taped to my head.” You hear the second trooper cough a little, and the one in front of you punches you square in the face. Your eyebrow begins to bleed again and everything goes a little fuzzy.

“I’ll teach you to disrespect the em-“ The trooper is cut off by a single shot.

To his head.

The blaster from the second trooper is still aimed and smoking, and your vision focuses enough to watch him place another perfect shot in the exact same place through his skull after he fell to the floor, confirming his kill.

Your hands slip from the rope and you move.

You catch him off guard, slamming your shoulder into his stomach. The air is sucked out of him as he crumpled to the ground, and you drop on top of him in the same second.

The blaster from the first trooper lays discarded on the ground, and you use your last remain strength to Force-pull it into your hand, aiming it right between the eyes in his helmet.

You can feel his deep breathing as you sit on his chest, his hands coming palm up beside his head in surrender as your knees keep his biceps pinned to the ground.

Two hands hold the gun to his head, and your half tempted to rip the helmet off him and press it into his skull - just to make sure. Your hands shake slightly but you have enough strength to hold him down. He doesn’t say anything, though. Just sits there with his hands up - staring silently as you both catch your breath.

“The door. You’re gonna open it.” Your head tilts towards the locked exit, and the light streams perfectly over his helmet so you can see him tilt his head to the side - almost like he’s confused.

“The door.”

He lets out a strong breath and you rise up a little higher.

Was he-

laughing at you?

No. He only did it the once. Maybe he’s winded - you did hit him with everything you had.

You click the blaster into place. His head straightens. You don’t know what this guys deal is. He just killed his partner and now he’s sitting underneath you - saying nothing to justify his actions nor save himself. It’s almost as if -

“So demanding, cyar’ika.“

You nearly melt into the floor when you hear his voice. All the air leaves you and you can’t say anything. Dumbfounded. Confused. Was he-

“I told you I would find you.”

“Holy f-fuck. Din.” You flop onto him, discarding the blaster next to your bodies as he sits up and curls your body against him. Relief is the only thing you can feel as he holds you tight - so tight your ribs ache but you don’t fucking care because he was right here. You found him - he found you. It doesn’t matter because he’s here and you almost shot him for a third time - “You fucking asshole.”

It’s halfhearted at best, the insult coming out in a broken voice as he buries the stormtrooper helmet into your neck. The armour feels foreign against your skin but you grasp at any part of it to have him closer.

He was here.

You don’t know how long you sit there, your legs wrapped around his back pressing your entire front against him. His arms twist so far around you they almost meet twice, and he doesn’t move his face from your neck as you feel him breathing hard - harder than normal.

You pull back, staring into the white trooper mask and holding it with your hands.

“Are you hurt? Is everything - Grogu? We need to find him I-“

“He’s okay.” His voice cracks. The voice isn’t as modulated through the trooper mask - it sounds a little more mechanical, but you would know it anywhere. You just nod at him and press your forehead to the mask.

“Are you okay?” You whisper, not wanting to crack this moment.

“I am now.” You can’t help it - you grin at him and try to get him closer to you, pull the helmet closer. It doesn’t look like him but it’s him. There’s less protection around his neck so when your hands link behind him, you can feel every muscle relax under your touch.

“Din - I was so scared. I thought you - they came. To the house when you left. I had to run.” He nods and his own hands mimic yours, gloves cupping your cheeks and pulling your face impossibly closer. If he wasn’t wearing the helmet you would be kissing him.

“I know, baby. I - the guy who put us up. He sold you out. Apparently these guys have been paying some people in high volume places to keep an eye out for potential hits.” Fucking asshole. He swallows, and tries to continue. “I never should have left - this whole thing is my fault. I put you in danger, the kid as well I-“

“No. Din, please. This is not your fault. Let’s do this later. You’re here. I’m here. Kids here, somewhere. That’s all we need.” As much as you want to know what the hell is going on here - you need to go. The dead trooper wasn’t wrong when he said others were coming. You could hear another pair of footsteps descending stairs in the distance.

Din doesn’t let go of your face for a second.

“I will never put you in danger again. I - the - I love you. You are too - I’m sorry.”

“I love you. Do this later.” You mumble into his helmet and he scoops you up, legs finally unfolding to stand on your own.

“Your arms.” You are still so close that he doesn’t have to reach out to examine the damage. Your wrists were raw and there were some tracks of blood running down. They hurt, for sure, but nothing serious. It wasn’t until you took a step that you realised how bad your ribs were hurting. “Don’t move.”

His hands - so gentle in comparison to what they just did, lift up your shirt. You look down and see the dark purple bruise coming up most of your side. Both of you wince at the sight in unison, and you are the one that has to push your shirt down, because Din hasnt taken his eyes of the evidence, only moving when your hands link with his.

A feather light touch on your forehead causes you to flinch on instinct, but only for a second before you lean into Dins hand, not caring if it hurts. You want to feel him - to know he’s still there. It doesn’t feel real, for him to just be here.

But he always said he would find you.

“I have an idea, cyar’ika. You just have to stay very still.” He whispers into your ear, and it sends a shiver down your spine. Even here, he overtakes every rational thought. You just nod, exhaustion overwhelming you as he scoops you into his arms. “This doesn’t hurt?”

Shaking your head, you can feel the vibration of his words through his chest, the trooper armour significantly thinner as he lifts you into his arms, legs dangling in the air. It feels so good to be off your feet - finally - the aches in your legs almost disappear for a second. The door unlocks and you feel yourself change directions, and suddenly it gets light behind your closed eyes. Only one of Dins arms supports your weight under your upper thighs, the other free to execute his plan, whatever that is.

You hear the footsteps coming closer and your instinct tells you to run - or fight, but you just stay very still, trusting Din to lead the way. Your head rested against his chest and you could hear his heart beat. Proof he was alive and there.

“You should of seen him. Bane went ballistic when they said he couldn’t have it. Shot up the whole cantina.” A trooper speaks from the end of the corridor, and you feel Din turn to the left. “Hey! What are you doing?”

He freezes for a second, and then turns.

“Captains orders. She’s to be brought to the front.” Din repeats, his voice perfectly calm and monotone - just like a stormtrooper. It made you shiver a little.

“This is her?” You feel the figure step closer to you and you resist the urge to hold your breath. You were faking being passed out, not dead. Din must nod his head, because the trooper just scoffs. “Put up more of a fight on the way in. Doesn’t look like much now.”

Don’t react. Don’t react. You feel the energy radiating around you, and the light above you goes out.

“Uh - we have to - keep moving, trooper.”

“Yep. Move along.” Both troopers begin to rush past you, chasing the lights that haven’t gone out above them. Lucky that your head is buried into Dins neck or they would probably see your smile. You know Din can tell it was you.

“Nice touch.” You exhale once, but even the small movement and expel of your energy has your heart rate slowing. “Rest, cyar’ika. I’ll get you out of here.”

You do. You close your eyes and forget everything except Dins arm wrapped around you. How he’s holding you so tightly - like he’s forgotten how to do it and he needs to learn the shape of you by moulding it to him. You take every second of it, and pretty soon you think you fall asleep.

That is, until, you start to move. Fast. Wind starts to whip past your ear and everything around you is blurry when your eyes tear open.

“D-“ You go to say his name, but you see troopers.

Lots of them.

“What’s happening?”

“Kids through here. I need you to grab him and move. There will be a door on the left, go through it. I’ll- i’ll come to you.” He puts you down in a small corridor, and suddenly there’s a small door in front of you. He takes a step back and you grab his arm.

“No. We stay together.” Boots come up the stairs. You don’t know what happened but there’s red flashes lighting up your current hiding place. Alarms blaring. That must be what woke you.

“We - No, you have to go.”

“I’m not leaving you alone. There’s too many of them.” There must be dozens of them. They are getting closer, monotone shouts of orders echo at the end of the hallway.

“You have to go.” You just shake your head.

You just got him back. There wasn’t a chance in hell you were leaving him here. He takes a step back and you match it forward.

“I’m not leaving.”

“You are hurt. The kid needs you. I - I need you to be safe. I’ve done enough.” His voice cracks again. Sure, you get the need to protect you, he’s been doing that ever since you met him, but he’s going to get himself killed.

“You aren’t alone. We can do this together, okay?” He doesn’t say anything. Instead, you see the helmet look up a little to the door behind you. “Let us help you. Don’t leave - don’t leave me again.”

Maybe that was harsh - when you got a chance you know he would explain all this. Whatever it was, but it still did the trick. He looks back down at you, and even though he’s a little harder to read in this new helmet, you know he’s listening.

“Where’s your armour?” His head flicks towards the door and you pull him inside, shutting it behind you. You hear the troopers turn towards the sound. It won’t hold them long. “Where’s the kid?”

Instantly a little squeak comes from the corner, and Grogu waddles out, dragging something behind him. Your bag.

“You little genius.” You kneel down and you know you don’t have time but god - you were more worried that you realised. Here he was, both of them.

Safe.

The door bangs with the force of troopers slamming into it. You unzip your bag. The blaster you had in your hip is gone, and they’ve taken your other weapon. Din had half his armour on in seconds, and when he turned to face you, beskar helmet back on his head. You look down at your empty hands - you have nothing to fight with except you. Grogu quickly waddles over to Din and squeals in excitement. You would have to be enough.

This whole time it felt like he was protecting you - from what, you weren’t sure. Maybe that’s why he left you in that house, he thought he was protecting you from all this. But the truth is that you’ve been in danger the minute you chose to run all those years ago, leave you life behind, and it was only a matter of time before it caught up with you.

Whether Din was chasing this bounty for you or not, you were on this planet and they would never stop coming - you would never stop endangering the only two people you loved if you didn’t end this here. It couldn’t follow you any longer. Grogu’s little hand grabs onto your ankle, and he looks up at you. He would never be safe with you.

Not unless you did this. Now.

You were tired. Your rib cage was bruised to hell and your entire body was sore, but you felt it all around you. The energy - a life force in every part of this place. You recognised it - welcomed it as a friend instead of using it as a weapon, moulding it into something it was meant for, and it felt familiar. Safe. Warm. It was meant to protect and defend. To balance. You looked at Din, and he replaced his gloves and started attaching the copious amounts of weapons to his armour.

He had enough enemies, you wouldn’t drag your own onto his door step.

You were tired - but right now you never felt more alive.

Powerful.

The door flung open, and three stormtroopers burst into the room at the same time. Weapons drawn, they were firing the moment they stepped through the archway.

You braced for impact, Din’s weapons drawn faster than you could comprehend.

Except nothing came.

You didn’t realised you had your eyes closed. The click of blasters filled the room, but no shots were fired. Your eyes opened.

Red blaster shots. They were there, of course they were. Troopers were trained to kill on sight. Surely there shots were not this off target - you had heard stories…

No, the shots were on target. You knew because there was a small, red flame hanging just above your eye level. A shot that would have been a direct hit on Dins armour had you not stopped it.

You..

Stopped it.

In mid air.

All of them, actually. Every single shot fired was floating in the air, even Din’s. You could feel them. Count them in the order they were let off. Grogu was still wrapped around your ankle, you could feel his Force low and strong on the floor under you. Waiting. It wasn’t him, this was all you.

Your father would be proud.

Din says your name, and you don’t turn, afraid you’ll drop your focus. Somehow though, knowing how close he is to you, that he’s right there with you makes you feel sure that you won’t drop. Won’t lose focus. It’s almost… easy.

You turn the shots and send them in reverse, dropping the three storm troopers before you can blink.

You don’t know what to say. Clearly Din doesn’t either, because he just moves in front of you and stares.

“You aren’t leaving me again.”

“I’m not leaving you.” Din says lowly, and swallows before he nods and leans out the doorway. “Seventeen of them. You think - think you can do it, that, again?”

You nod once; confident.

“If I could kiss you right now, I would.” You have to smile at that - the thought of him under that helmet. “Just so you know.”

You scoop up the kid in one hand, and it’s with that movement you realise it doesn’t hurt to move. Your ribs… they were fine. You felt fantastic - better than normal, actually. Grogu clung to your side, head dropping like he did when he was about to fall asleep. Though he only looked this tired after a training session. Had he…

“He healed me.” Din moves closer and lifts up your shirt, though he could have just looked at your now healed wrists. It sent goosebumps up your skin when his gloved finger traced a line along the now healed area. Completely healed, no bruising, nothing. No wonder you felt incredible. You brought him up to your face and hugged him closer. “You are so good. So good, little bug. I’m gonna get you all the lizards you can eat I swear.”

Grogu giggles in your arms and climbs over your shoulder into the pack you put on your back. Dins hand comes up to touch your face, drag a line across your cheek bone.

Just like the first time.

You both step out, seeing the troopers reinforcements, and this time you stand in front of him.

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idkanametoputhere · 7 months

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I HAVE RISEN FROM THE DEAD TO GIVE YOU A RANDOM TWST SCREENSHOTS POST

I DONT REMEMBER WHO I WANTED, BUT IT WASNT YOU YOU UGLY SSS MOTHERFUCKER

BABYYYYYYTY AHAHAHAHSHHSGXHXSJJSSJSHSHJS I LOVE HIMMMMMM

riddle I very babygirl-coded here

I love ruggie more than I love myself<3

OFC I CANT GET THE CLUB TSHITTS EVEN ON THE RERUN, FUCK YOU

do you think she could like, adopt me? or hire me as a servant, I'd be happy with both tbh

CRUSH MY SKULL PLEASE AND THANK YOU

can't believe I had to take out one of my bbg's (minus ortho, ortho isn't a bbg, he's a bby and I'll sell my soul for him) to take lessons with TREY FUCKING CLOVER

cai screenshot 1: I hope that jade is meant to be danzel, but I just know he's daniel. Floyd looks like a danzel

ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??

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a-court-of-moonlight-and-ire · 1 month

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Greetings everyone! So uhm. its been a while since my last liveblog post. there have been some circumstances that made me really not wanna read, but now they have passed and I have risen from the ashes like a glorious phoenix and I can resume my divine mission of complaining about this mediocre-at-best book series to an audience of as many as 60 people if you can believe it. Also we're back to the style of post where I just jot down all my thoughts bullet-point style because my life is in shambles

Anyway, last time we had a chapter where literally nothing happened except for Lucien showing up at the very end, so lets see what he does in this chapter 47

I still cant believe its been only two months since Feyre started permanently living at the night court and forgiving Rhysand for torturing her, its taken me longer to forgive people at my school who mildly annoyed me. Also wait, Feyre was UTM for three months, shes spent more time consecutively being tortured by Rhysand than consecutively having a good time with him wth

Feyre stop fuckin jacking the bat boys off challenge (impossible!!)

Ive seen this part where Feyre talks about the bat boys being so much stronger than Lucien in english where shes like "Lucien may have trained to be a warrior, but Cassian, Azriel and Rhys were Warriors" like oh fuck, we gotta get out of here!! those guys are Proper Nouns!! But in the german version, this line is just "Lucien may have trained to become a warrior, but Cassian, Azriel and Rhysand were warriors" because nouns are always capitalized in german and not just when theyre Super Epic and Cool so you cant do that thing that english books do with proper nouns, and Idk i think thats pretty interesting

Something about Feyre being all like "theyre hunting me, its like Im their prey" really pisses me off, I think its because it could be cool and thematically relevant but instead its just kindof nothing

Speaking of which, Lucien coming ip to her and saying "We've been hunting for you" is so forced, it reminds me of how Tamlin would say these weird objectifying things to Feyre alllll the way at the start of ACOMAF even though hes never said shit like that before, except this is way worse because who on earth would say it like that?? hello?? If you were looking for someone who went missing, you'd say like, we've been searching for you or we've been looking for you, not we've been hunting for you thats just insane

HUH?? which high lord gave her the ability to slow down time??? Thats so overpowered and I dont remember anyone ever talking about it

Oh, of course they cant just be afraid of Feyre, they have to be afraid of Rhysand who just showed up

Did this motherfucker really take the time to change his outfit just make his dramatic entrance just a little more dramatic? Honestly, if it was any other guy I would think thats so iconic, but because its Rhysand just wearing his fucking black tunic again I just want him to explode

"Has your mother, the Lady of the Autumn Court, not taught you that you should listen to a lady?" why he have to say that Lucien's mom is the Lady of the Autumn Court thats so awkward. Also yeah, it sounds more awkward translated from german to english because they use both 'Lady' and 'Dame' (which is german for lady) in the same sentence, but its still just a very bad line

This is actually kind of interesting because Im guessing Lucien called Rhys a dirty son of a bitch in the original and then he growled because its like, oh Lucien insulted his lovely mother that he loves soooo much, but its been translated here as 'Hurensohn' (lit. 'whore's son') so it gains this additional layer where Lucien is not just insulting his mom also using a word that's like a trigger for him which makes it much more impactful imo. good job, Ms. Ernst

The fact that Feyre is getting on Lucien's case for siding with Gamlin over her is mighty ironic when you consider whats gonna happen in acosf, but also Lucien right now and the IC in acosf are making the same choice of listening to their close friend of several centuries over his gf that theyve known for like a year. Like, yeah, obviously its super shitty in both cases but I do get why they did it. And thats not even factoring in the political power Tamlin and Rhys have over their friends, like, it really doesnt matter if you "dont enforce rank" because youre the super special ones who were literally chosen by god to rule, you have an inherent authority over the people around you

This is all so frustrating because I do sympathize with Feyre for feeling abandoned by Lucien because that is essentially what he did, but I really dont like how hes portrayed as being unambigiously in the wrong for caring more about politics or himself than Feyre when its like, first of all, politics impact sooooo many people of course making sure that the SC at leats looks stable from the outside is more important than Feyre's mental health, and second of all, Feyre also pretty much only cares about herself. Which is her right btw, she has been very traumatized, she should be prioritizing herself for a while now, i just dont like the way the narrative frames this whole thing

Honestly, Feyre's kinda slaying rn. Her with her big spooky bat wings being all like "when youve been trapped in the darkness for so long it becomes your best friend" is kinda cool, idc

Okay, nevermind, she slayed for exactly one line and then she was nearly choking on Tamlin's name "because of what Rhysand did to him" girlie that was centuries ago why are you making this about him when he was being abusive two months ago* *i dont think he was actually being abuse but thats the framing of the narrative so im just going with it

I would usually properly translate this line but my brain isnt up to it at the moment, but its onpage 528 and I think you'll know which one I mean if you look at it, but I dont really understand Feyre being like "if I had stayed at the spring court and just given myself over to my own misery, I wouldve learned to take pleasure in other people's pain" Is it trying to justify Feyre being needlessly cruel by implying that it was inevitable and that her UTM trauma would've made her become like this no matter what? First of all, you cant say that for sure though and second of all, wowweweee Sarah Janett Maas knows soooooo much about mental health, she should become a psychiatrist, no degree necessary

"You are dead. You and your entire damned court." ohhhhhh so THATS why they call him death incarnate. Someone bring him back to life so no one ever calls him that again

??? Feyre was talking about how weird she felt about her lack of feeling when she was speaking to Lucien just now, but she was thinking about feeling guilty for desjring Rhysand?? what. Am i just being stupid rn or are those things no in any way related

man this chapter was exhausting

#anti acotar #anti acomaf #flames and darkness liveblog

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olivieraa · 1 month

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sometimes to me, an anime is just... an anime

and what I mean by that is like, you know when someone who doesn't watch anime has this stereotypical idea and perception of what an anime fan looks and acts like and they're not 100% wrong?

y'know, imagine a non-anime fan going to a con and what they see there is:

some randomer doing the Kamehameha irl

or someone with a duel disk doing the exaggerated hand movements like the characters in the show do but characters can get away with it so real life people doing it look absurd

someone running around doing the Naruto run

the powerups and the fact that their powers or their moves have a name. and people just... yelling them out.

all this is very very anime, and it mostly comes from shounen. and I like shounens. but it gets to the point where they all sort of blend together.

HxH is a standout shounen for example, and its less so bc of the plot but just how well written and complex the characters are. I dont think the plot is anything special, but due to the writing, its one of the top shounens/animes out there.

I cant speak for Naruto and One Piece's plots. I know one is about ninjas and one is about pirates. haven't a notion on whether there's an incredible, complex story that each of them has.

then we could take Boku no Hero. I've yet to get back to that anime, and I know its risen the ranks to be one of the top 10 most well known animes. but I remember close to nothing about it. a lot of these shounen animes always, always feature a tournament. and what usually happens at said tournament (that's usually full of teens who haven't reached their full power) is that the main big villains invade and attack them, and the teens are so not ready for this.

it has currently happened in this anime.

and dont get me wrong, its entertaining! incredible animation, you feel something here and there for a few characters, they call out their moooves and blast their powerssss and its cooool. the type of uh... "cool" you'd see a bunch of nerds try to reenact at a con, like I said.

these types of animes, to me personally, are fun while I'm watching them. they may even illicit a cry outta me. I may get super attached to one or two characters. but ultimately, they're not like... maybe masterpieces is the word I'm looking for.

if I've to bring up Attack on Titan for the gazillionth time, I've already called it an anime that doesn't feel like an anime, an anime I'd tell non-anime watchers to watch. but truly what it is is like... an anime you can take... seriously. like, its art. it truly is. Its hard to mock it. it would be hard for nerds at a con to make the anime look cringy. when season 1 was out for SURE. DEFINITELY. AoT had the cringiest most annoying fans. but as it progressed, no.

what I'm getting at is, this anime is definitely enjoyable, but as I near the end of season 1, I dont know why its special.

I dont know why its as huge as it is.

and I'm really enjoying it, truly. but I may... forget about it.

this is a for now post. maybe it'll surprise me.

but so far, shounen be shounen. one of the better shounens but special? currently, no.

#niece watches jjk #niece watches anime

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real talk you WOULD be a really good writer for blizzard theres more conciseness in your fics than there is in the actual official lore, i spent like 2 hours one time trying to figure out how old illidan was and i STILL cant get a clear answer

i actually hadnt watched wc3, but since you mentioned it i thought i might finally get around to watching it because Why Not and .. no yeah you were right kael is so obsessed with him there. he is so funny for that

i cant play ffxiv because i fear what the double mount collecting opportunities will do to my brain as if itll like turn me into a shrimp or something. mmorpgs are crazy dangerous forreal

also the best part about recent content- or like. recent...ish... it was in shadowlands and now we're in dragonflight and i still dont know whats happening but kael AND vashj showed up in shadowlands and they had BANTER!!!!! i was going absolutely nuts about it it was great. i miss them (can replay shadowlands at any time)

devastated that neither of them had a Massive role in shadowlands though. i remember prior to launch i found out they would both make an appearance and i just about went feral abt it but then they only really appeared in covenant campaign stuff.. and not even for the full campaigns.. and also only for like two of them... i will never get over this ever

oh illidan's age is really easy! he was already a few thousand years old during the war of the ancients so... that's not right... no he was a baby when... wait a minute... (checks notes) (increasingly frantic riffling of paper) yeah okay so he's anywhere between 10,001 year old and Old As Balls, hope that helps

that's very sweet of you to say though. my secret is that when i make a story choice i try to stick to it and make it work even when my understanding of the universe changes with time :)

(@ blizzard's "rule of cool" i am COMING for you)

also bold take to call my fics 'concise'... i AM looking at a few thousand words of completely unrelated worldbuilding that i snuck into this soulmate au but thank you for the vote of confidence <3

i'm SO GLAD you gave w3 a try!!! it's my favorite warcraft content for many reasons (nostalgia and 'best and only correct kael characterization ever' first and foremost) and it's SO funny like kael truly abandoned kin and country to go on a gay vacation to space mojave with some hunk he found in a ditch. iconic.

(also arthas' arrival to lordaeron is branded permanently into my brain, kid me was so in love with his undead ass it's not even funny)

you should play ffxiv tho... it will absolutely turn you into a shrimp but in a good way. you would not BELIEVE the amount of elves they're hiding in there. also the free trial including-- (i am dragged offstage by a comically long hook)

KAEL AND VASHJ BANTER.... god that's the dream. #1 item on my wow wishlist at all times. rare blizz w for that one now release more kael and vashj content PLEASE

they had to shove illidan in space forever because my level of normalcy about the whole thing would have risen to truly unsafe levels if they had had even the SLIGHTEST Possibility of interacting post-legion

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MY TOP BL’S OF 2019 AND EARLIER

I decided to group all of the BL series I've watched from 2019 and prior together because there simply weren't enough. I decided just to go with 10 for this list cuz there were nowhere near enough series as there were for the other years. I love that BL series have really taken off and improved every single year! I just have so much fun watching them and I'm glad others feel the same.

1. TharnType [Thai] - Sexiest bl of all time? Possibly. At least in 2019 haha. A few others have risen to it's level now, but the first time I saw this it really blew me away. Yes, there are some major problematic elements in this series but imo mewgulfs chemistry and the drama more than makes up for it.

2. History 1-3 [Taiwan] - This is a fun series and definitely the best for Taiwan imo. I love that each series is so different from the others. My personal favorite is season 3, I loved both seasons that year. But I've found enjoyable things about all of them. I also love that Taiwan has a good mix of intimate scenes and moments but also longer episodes and different storylines. Just wish we had more from them.

3. Until We Meet Again [Thai] - This drama definitely has really slow and cheesey moments and I am not sure the supernatural storyline was for me but I still had a great time watching. The three pairings were all so different from one another. I like that it had a deeper storyline as well. Definitely memorable.

4. Love By Chance [Thai] - This is one of the "older" thai bl's but has such a unique flair to it and there's a very specific charm that drew me in. It was just well done and cute.

5. The Boy Next Door [Korean] - This was a series I just recently watched and it was very fun and cute. Can def. be seen as a "bromance" in parts but it still had romantic undertones. Not a lot of "intimate" moments here or anything and defintely more of a comedy but I liked how different it was and it was really easy to watch.

6. 3 Will Be Free [Thai] - The most "poly" bl series we've gotten yet. I loved the focus on all three of the mains and relationship between the three of them. I think the show could have gone a bit deeper with it, but I still loved watching this show and I liked the thriller sort of aspect to it, it was different.

7. Theory of Love [Thai] - For me this one started out really good and then got quite a bit draggy near the middle. When it switched POV'S I wasn't as into it and there was way too much crying and drama lmao. But, for a sort of trashy, classic, Thai bl series, it fits the bil.

8. Dark Blue and Moonlight [Thai] - This BL was a HOT MESS from start to finish. A bit odd and all over the place, yet somehow, I still really enjoyed watching it. It was kinda like a car crash you couldn't look away from lmao.

9. Kiss Me Series [Thai] - TBH I don't remember this series all that much and should prob. rewatch it at some point, but it's another fun classic thai bl series. I mostly skimmed it for TayNew tbh.

10. He’s Coming to Me [Thai] - Ghost storylines aren't really my thing but I did enjoy this series and I thought the chemistry between Singto and Ohm was sweet and the storyline was pretty unique.

Honorary Mentions:

Thai: Together With Me (Don't ermember much of this but gotta love MaxTul), WaterBoyy (My first "bl" experience with New+Earth wayyy back before I ever even knew what BL was), Sotus (Didn't enjoy this one as much as other people but it was okay.)

Taiwan: Red Balloon (Nice Taiwanese series, nothing super outstanding but decent.)

ANTI: ADDICTED. I cant tolerate the "love" this series gets... it depicts sexual assault in a romantic light. It's an absolute NO for me.

Also check out my other lists from 2022, 2021, and 2020! https://gothicbarbie.tumblr.com/post/705139242020618240/my-top-20-bl-series-of-2022 https://gothicbarbie.tumblr.com/post/705227666795741184/my-top-15-bl-series-of-2021 https://gothicbarbie.tumblr.com/post/705674738528354304/my-top-15-bls-of-2020

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