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k-tarotz · 2 days

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Things about your next partner˖ ࣪ .

Disc: this is a pac for everyone so only take what resonates with you (especially if you have a specific type) and leave what doesn't. Reblogs, likes and comments are highly appreciated, thank you! ♡

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Ko-fi Paid readings

Pile One:

Your next partner might be into photography, most likely just as a hobby but there is potential for a profession as well. Expect them to take a lot of pictures of you and most likely of the surroundings around you as well! This person also likes animals. Likes to wear some kind of accessories, prefers silver over gold. They can cook and like to do so but not too often, prefer it if their s/o cooks for them and also really likes take out. Golden retriever vibe. Naturally wavy hair, could be dyed but natural hair seems to be brown for most, red for others. Your person is outgoing but not necessarily extroverted. They like peaceful people and places. They don't have a specific style, they prefer neutral colors like black, white, grey, beige on themselves but will occasionally wear different colors as well. They have a piercing or a tattoo - or plan to get one. S/he could also be into dancing. This person likes daytime over night.

Pile Two:

This person has naturally darker hair, but could dye it from time to time. S/he is also really into music, listens to more than just one genre. The type of person to text back within a few minutes, as long as you are one of their beloved ones. They might appear cold or distant at times, but are really kind and warm hearted. This person also likes to take care of themselves, whether it's skincare or very good hygiene. This person seems rather introverted, but definitely has a "crazy" side to them that they only show the people they are close to. S/he has multiple beauty spots - more on the torso but for some it could be one or two right on the face or neck. For some of you, this person can also play a (or multiple) instrument. They also really like to sing! This person is the affectionate type of person, likes skinship. This person likes to sleep longer.

Pile Three:

This person is taller than you or has long legs. S/he might be into sports or just naturally has a slim body type. This person could also be a foreigner, someone with different backgrounds than you - for some this includes cultural differences, for others it's possible that this person grew up in the same country as you so they are used to those cultures, another possibility is that s/he is mixed. They most likely can speak more than just one language. This person is street smart. This person prefers to wear black. S/he has beauty spots on the arm(s). They could be somewhat into fashion. This person prefers calling over texting. S/he has many different kinds of interests. A good listener but not so good at comforting. This person prefers evening/night over day. S/he likes energy drinks.

-H

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commander-rahrah · 3 days

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I'm excited to read it too! I'm glad you find it interesting! Don't worry about your post because long! Your thoughts are so interesting!

I agree that Astarion would have to come to terms with Reader/Tav's boundaries too since it works both ways! I definitely feel that Astarion would be too lost in drinking from the blood of a sentient creature to notice the signs.

He would feel ashamed when he's aware of their fear yet they still chose to offer despite that might made him feel like he manipulated them like Cazador did to him 😭

What his excuses are if they try to offer in the early days makes sense! He would be too ashamed & terrified to have such a vulnerable conversation with them yet 😞

He would feel safe enough to bring up their fear after he confessed about everything. He would make it clear to them he doesn't want them to suffer by making them do something they don't want to like he did especially after how much they have helped him & how important they are to him 😭

He would respect their decision if they said it's too much for them. He would support everyone's personal choices & autonomies even though the concept is still new to him 😤

He would need an explanation if they insist on feeding him regardless of their fear. They would explain that not only do they trust him, they love him more than they fear it 🥹

He would only accept if they establish some ground rules 👍 like he did when it comes to physical intimacy & sex which is healthy for both of them!

I know it's unrelated but thank you for adding this because you described me pretty well 🤣 I would definitely react to even the smallest of cuts so Astarion quickly but gently sucking it & giving a small kiss on it would be a fantastic distraction 😳

You're welcome! Thank YOU for entertaining me & sharing your thoughts! I'm glad you enjoy putting Astarion and Tav/Reader in all these different scenarios too 🤍

Here's my idea that I would love to hear your opinion! Just to let you know this is quite self-indulgent XD How would Astarion react to GN! Reader/Tav actually had suspicions that he's using them but still chose to believe that he's not. So when he confessed he manipulated them, they're even not angry at him.

They're sad for how much & how long he has suffered to be the way he is now, but they're also genuinely hurt that he did take advantage of their trust in him. They don't blame him but they admit it still hurts and wants some time alone to process it.

After leaving them be, they would go to him when they're ready to talk to him. They would tell him how grateful they are that he chose to come clean with them despite knowing how it would be easier for him to keep quiet for it, and thanked him for trusting them enough to be honest with them.

What do you think of it? I'm curious :3

Hi Anon! Sorry for the super late response, I let this one stew for a little while in my brain and the other night I had this dialogue idea and couldn’t resist writing a little scene about it tonight! I hope you enjoy ❤️

I envisioned this scene happens half way through his confession, and then imagined the rest of the conversation about intimacy and boundaries would happen afterwards! It’s about 1100 words, and canonical Astarion backstory warnings apply — trauma, dark thoughts, etc.

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“I just — I feel awful." Astarion’s throat worked silently, his eyes glancing down to his boots. "Look, I had a plan. A nice, simple plan — seduce you, sleep with you, manipulate your feelings so you’d never turn on me. It was easy — instinctive. Habits from two hundred years of charming people kicked in." He finally looked up at your face, studying intensely for your reaction.

“I—oh,” You pulled your hand away from him as uncertainty flooded your features. He saw your eyes dart back and forth, but they weren’t studying him. No, you were lost in thought. “Oh.”

Astarion licked his lips, his hands ringing together in front of him nervously. “You have every right to be angry.”

“I’m not angry. I thought we… I don’t know what I thought.”

The rest of what he had planned to say vanished out of his mind. Instead it started to betray him, a cruel voice whispering about how he knew you would react like this. Did he really think it would go well?

His pink mouth hung open as he scrambled for what to say, trying to think of how to make this better. But he’d done enough already, hadn’t he?

You crossed your arms over your body, your cheeks flushing deeply. “I feel a bit like a fool. None of it was real, the whole time?”

“Not the whole time,” He confessed as soft, vulnerable moments with you flashed in his mind. The very moments that made him start to drop the act. “It hasn’t been as of late, but before… in the beginning, up until recently, yes.”

His red eyes followed your throat as it bobbed up and down before flicking back up to your face. Your eyebrows were furrowed, your mouth a sad pout.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.” Astarion whispered, not daring to move forward.

“I’m thinking… I need a moment.” You admitted, already looking behind you and away from him.

His heart sank, but he nodded. “I— okay. Of course.”

And then you were off, your head down as you stalked away from the edge of the beach and back to the warm glow of camp.

He stood there stunned for a moment, before turning around to stare at the dark, choppy waters in front of him. Hundreds of scenarios began to dance in his mind — what if you went back to the camp to tell the others? Would he be met by pointed blades and blazing spells? He imagined being kicked out, staked, cursed, roasted alive with fireballs. Hand delivered to Cazador as extra punishment for his sins. Anything his twisted broken mind could come up with played like a messed up vision.

Astarion didn’t even try to stop the repetitive dark thoughts. It was what he deserved.

Eventually, the vampire slinked back into the camp some time later — once the sky was inky black and the moon was the only light to illuminate the way back to his tent.

“Hi.”

The sound caused his ears and shoulders to perk up instantly. You were sat in the grass and dirt outside of his tent, your arms wrapped around your knees and pulled to your chest.

“Hi.” Gods, he sounded breathless. But he couldn’t see any weapons or angry barbarians or wizards nearby. That was a good sign, right?

“I wasn’t sure when you’d come back.”

He cocked a brow, “I figured you wouldn’t want to see me again.”

A sigh escaped your lips, “Astarion, don’t be dramatic. I asked for time to think — not for you to leave.”

He blinked at your sharp tone, but nodded his head in slight defeat. “You’re right. And you waited for me because—?”

You brushed off your clothes as you stood up to his height, “I would like to finish that conversation, if you’re ready.”

Well, there was no denying the inevitable.

He nodded his head solemnly, stepping forward to open the flap of his tent and inviting you in with a wave of his hand.

The privacy his tent offered was slight, but this late in the night he knew most of his companions would be fast asleep. Quickly lighting a lantern, he joined you on the fabric floor.

His half-dead heart was thundering, the thrumming sound echoing in his pointed ears that he almost missed your quiet voice.

“I understand.”

“What?” His brows furrowed, looking at you with confusion.

“The stories you’ve told me… your scars… I understand why you did it, why you felt the need to do it.” You explained, your voice and eyes tender as you looked at him in the low light. “But you manipulated me, Astarion. You took advantage of me, toyed with me and my emotions to get what you needed. That hurts.”

Astarion’s stomach twisted into a hard knot, “I know.”

“But you also didn’t need to tell me any of this. You could have kept pretending, kept up the charade until we faced Cazador… But you didn’t. Why?”

Now it felt like his stomach was crawling up his torso and into his throat. Gods, what was this feeling? Why did you do this to him. “That’s what I was trying to tell you before. I failed with my plan. It felt apart the moment I realized… that I had fallen for you.” He admitted, but his fluttering heart made more words stumble out of his mouth. “And I know you probably don’t believe me, why would you after everything I just told you. Trust me, nobody feels more stupid about it than I do.”

You cut off his rambling, “I don’t think it’s stupid. I think that’s probably the most honest you’ve been with me since I’ve met you,” You said earnestly. “It would have been a lot easier for you to keep on pretending, wouldn’t it? Pretend I’m just another mark, another means to an end to get through the day.”

“I don’t want easy… I don’t want to just get through the day. Not anymore.” Astarion whispered across the small tent, staring intently at you.

You cocked your head slightly in question, “And what do you want?”

“I want this, I want us — to be real. You deserve something real.”

“So do you, Astarion. You deserve something real.”

Your name escaped his lips as a choked sob as overwhelming wave of emotion settled over him. “I don’t even know what real looks like. How do I give that to you if I—?”

“Do you trust me?”

The vampire nodded through his tears, “Yes.”

“I trust you,” You said softly.

“After everything I’ve done?” He croaked, waving his hands dramatically, “You’d trust a monster—“

You grabbed onto his extended fingers gently, squeezing them. “Yes, even then.”

He looked down at your hands touching, before intertwining his pale fingers with yours carefully. “Maybe you are a fool.”

You let out a breathless laugh, the sound waking up something in him he’d long thought dead. “Maybe, I am. But you fell for me, so what does that make you?”

Astarion’s mouth twitched up until it match your smile, “The luckiest vampire alive.”

#commander-rahrah answers #bg3 astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion fanfic #bg3 fanfic #Astarion X reader #astarion x gn reader #astarion x tav #astarion x gn!tav

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 days

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AITA for wanting to spend a night out with a guy?

I'm twenty, study in university and still live with my parents. I've been planning to move out since I was eighteen, but they told me to keep living at home and not get a job so I could focus on studying while they take care of me financially. This arrangement has worked mostly well in the past years save for a few small conflicts, but it's escalated in the past 3-4 months.

The issue is my time schedule. I have a very active social life, am active in the local art scene, do political work and a lot of extracurricular stuff for university (I'm a straight A student, I might add!). Because of this, and because I'm a natural night owl, I usually come home late several days a week (between 10pm and 2am) and stay out all day for most of the week. This means I can't do a lot of chores, and usually there's a lot of housework because my mum has a bit of a cleaning anxiety and wants to make sure everything is spotless 24/7.

Enter this guy, I'll call him Tim. I met him at a festival last summer and we became long distance friends. Tim has visited me for a day several times before, but this weekend he offered to come over for two days and we agreed to spend the night stargazing together without sleeping. I loved the idea and immediately said yes. It was gonna be just us, a couple energy drinks, and some bench in the city center, and I was really looking forward to it.

The thing is, my mum does not like Tim. Like, at all. She thinks he seems very sleazy and generally distrusts him because he feels "too nice" for her. Mind you, he's just a somewhat shady looking guy who is generally pretty anxious he might make a bad impression, so he overperforms the whole "respectable member of society" act a bit around new people. I've introduced him to my friend group and even the more sceptical people absolutely love him and think he's a very sweet, helpful person. In basically every stressful situation I've ever seen him in he's been deescalating, protective and helpful, and he has on several occasions been my first source of comfort when things went to hell.

Today I told my mum in an offhanded comment that I won't come home between Sunday and Monday and the situation escalated completely. She was crying, accusing me of ruining her month, saying I didn't care about this family, it got ugly. The main point she had was that I was staying out all night with someone who's a total stranger to her and she doesn't trust him at all. In the end we compromised that Tim and I would spend the night awake, but not in the city, at home.

I feel really humiliated by this whole situation and honestly, kind of betrayed, because I was promised stuff like this wouldn't happen, and it just hits in a much safer situation than ones I've been in before (I used to get blackout drunk and sleep at parties a lot.). I'm a legal adult, have been for years now and it's so disappointing that my parents still treat me like a child sometimes and are so judgy towards my friends too. At the same time, I'm wondering whether I've acted wrong too by not telling her about this earlier and not taking her concerns that seriously. I forget sometimes that I talk to Tim every day for hours, but my parents only briefly ran into him once, so of course their view of him is skewed.

PS: I should add that when I told him about this, he immediately apologized, asked if I needed anything or wanted to change the plan and decided to dig out the least offensive outfit he could find so he'd make a good impression on my parents. So he's definitely trying his best.

#am i the asshole #aita

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nottapossum · 2 days

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you think husk would watch supernanny for some parent tips only to get super invested in Jo absolutley slamming on the parents and being like "you go tell em, Jo!" as she tells a parent that they're awful rasing kids

Haha 😆

To be honest, I could definitely see Husk watching it for that reason at first, but continuing to watch it purely for entertainment purposes and less the advice.

Personally, I like watching the show on occasion, but I'm not the biggest fan of the authoritative parenting style. Just my personal opinion.

I can see him using some of her methods from time to time, but most of it wouldn't really work with Angel.

It would just make the spider feel bad.

Though I definitely see Husk being stricter than say- Charlie or Cherri. I don't think Angel would benefit from being ignored when he's crying or when he's put in a time out. And Husk wouldn't be that cruel.

Every kiddo is different, and though some kids would be fine with most of her techniques but Angel responds better with positive reinforcement and strict boundaries.

He doesn't let Angel just get away with everything. There's still discipline. He just focuses more on helping Angel learn boundaries and healing his inner child than teaching him to be a "perfect kid."

He doesn't want Angel to think that he needs to make Husk happy or else he gets in trouble. He wants Angel to learn that he is loved no matter what he does and teach him to work on being his best self for himself, not for anyone else.

Long rant. I apologize.

⚠️Warning: Talking about drinking alcohol⚠️

Okay- here's the fun stuff:

He would definitely criticize the parents in the show and cheer on Jo like it's some type of sports channel.

Lol and Angel, when he's big, can join in and help cheer her on.

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Angel: "What'cha watchin?"

Husk: "Supernanny."

Angel, laughing. "What are you, are thirty year old mom?"

*Couple drinks later*

Angel: *watching with Husk* "Tisk tisk, wow. Didn't stick to the new routine, Jo's gonna be maaad when she gets back."

*Jo pausing the clip.*

Husk: "Now you're in for it, Debbie."

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Husk: "This is just lazy parenting"

Supernanny: "You're just being lazy."

Husk: "That's what I'm saying!"

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Angel: "This family doesn't need a super nanny. They need a super CPS person to come in."

Husk *Sighs* "Can't fix everyone, Jo. Sometimes, you just gotta accept that."

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Angel, gasps: "My parents should have been on this show!"

Husk: "My parents wouldn't have stayed sober enough to watch an episode, let alone be in one."

Angel, handing Husk another bottle.

Husk, takes it: "Thanks."

Angel: "Yup."

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@todayimfour @ask-dusty-boy @trophyxtissues2 @abby5577 @im-not-paying-my-taxes

#ittybittysinners #ittybittysinnersq&h #hazbin hotel agere #hazbin hotel age regression #little!angel dust #caregiver Husk #cg!Husk #cg!Husker #caregiver Husker

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doubledyke · 23 hours

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idk why i have such strong lore about eddy's parents but i feel like i know these mfers

100% they are swingers

dad does coke on the not so down low

totally the types to cuss in front of their kids and don't care if their kids cuss "in the house"

mom is in a classic mlm (mary kay); has been known to use little eddy as a model to practice her make up skills/demonstrate products for clients - the shitty full coverage foundation almost looks decent on pristine toddler skin

nasty little white dog with tear stains once both boys are gone

make their own p0rnos

completely non-religious; the subject never comes up

they either lived in the trailer park or a tiny downtown apartment before eddy sr.'s big promotion- were pretty poor when they had bro

mom's family is italian, dad's side is irish - or vice versa, doesn't really matter

mom is friends with momma kanker - thinks the other wives in the neighborhood are uptight bitches; they kiki and chain-smoke/day-drink together

dad has a gay brother/cousin that he was really close to before he came out and was disowned by the family; feels that he was tricked and betrayed for whatever heterosexual reason; thinks this justifies his homohobia

mom is very affectionate with her boys (especially eddy), and definitely licks her thumb to wipe schmutz off their faces even into adulthood

both parents are extremely uncomfortable when serious emotions come up, and have no clue how to handle eddy's obvious behavioral/emotional issues; mom turns to food for comfort and figures the same will work for her sons

she feels guilty for what happened to eddy and has trouble telling him no or punishing him; dad's motto is 'boys will be boys"- that's a threat

dad has never uttered the words "i love you", and would only respond with a grunt if anyone ever said it, but that hasn't happened in years

dad really wants to pass on the family business to one of his sons, so he was pissed when his oldest decided to pursue a more artistic path; really lays it on thick with eddy that he's gonna be the one to take over some day

mom never graduated high school cuz she got pregnant and dropped out; worked a few odd jobs when bro was growing up but is now a full time stay-at-home mom... when she's not at spin class or the salon or attending some sort of direct sales function

#may or may not add more to this later but its been in my drafts for a month so figured i'd share #tmrw is the big move and im procrastinating #luckily there isnt a ton more to do but im not looking forward to taking apart my bitch ass bed #text

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phantom-of-the-501st · 2 days

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We've Taken Different Paths and Travelled Different Roads

New fic? New Fic. 😙 A series of snapshots throughout the lives of the Domino Twins

@saturn-sends-hugs @inkstainedhandswithrings

SPOILERS FOR TBB INCLUDED

"KRIFF! Not again."

"Echo, are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Doesn't seem like you are, vod. Is it getting too much?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"YES!"

"You know, it's okay to admit that you're not doing too good. Therapeutic even. It's nothing to be embarrassed about, we all have our weaknesses. I just didn't realise yours would be a paintbrush."

"Fives, if you don't shut your mouth I will push you out of the top bunk while you're sleeping. Again."

Fives let out a dramatic gasp and clutched at his chest. "Rude! I'm just trying to help you out. If you're struggling that much-"

"I am not struggling. I just can't get this kriffing line straight..."

"Sounds like you're struggling to me."

"FIVES!"

"Hey, no need to get grouchy, vod. You're just jealous that my armour came out so flawless." Fives leant back on his hands, a smug expression on his face. Echo glanced at Fives' armour, which was laid out to dry, and his eyes fell on the tribute to Hevy.

"You made a spelling mistake."

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did."

"No I did not." Fives picked up the piece in question. "You're just mad that you can't get your lines stra- KRIFF!"

Echo laughed.

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"I won that one!"

"No you didn't."

"Yes I did!"

"Fives, that was an illegal move. If anything, that should get you disqualified."

"No illegal moves on the battlefield, Echo. I mean, what you gonna do in a fight? Stare a separatist down and tell them that they're disqualified from the war?"

"We're not on the battlefield, Fives. We're having a sparring match in a training room. And that was an illegal move." Echo went to the bench for a drink and to rewrap his hands. Fives was bouncing from one foot to the other on the training mat.

"You're just mad that you lost."

Echo rolled his eyes. "Illegal move, Fives. Illegal move."

"Sore loser, Echo. Sore loser."

Echo turned to stare his brother down, unimpressed. Fives just grinned back, still hopping about.

"Come on, vod. One more round. I might even let you win this time."

Stars, Echo wanted to punch his brother in the face sometimes. "Fine, one more round. But no cheating!" He pointed an accusatory finger at Fives and made his way towards the mat. Bracing his feet against the floor, and bringing his fists up, Echo tilted his head. "Shall you count down or shall I?"

"I will! Okay, five, four, three, two-" Both of their comms beeped from the bench.

Bringing themselves back to a normal stand, the two made their way back to their armour, Echo picking up his comm as soon as he reached the pile. "It's a message from Rex. He wants a meeting with us. Something about a rescue mission."

"Well," Fives said cheerfully, gathering his things "better not keep the boss waiting!"

_._._._._._._

"I'm sorry for shouting at you."

"It's okay."

"No, it's not. I shouldn't have been so harsh. It's just..."

"Fives, it's okay. I promise you."

Fives sighed and curled up on himself even more. "I just miss him, ya know?"

Rex came to sit next to his brother on the floor. It was cold and definitely not comfortable, but Fives didn't look like he was going anywhere any time soon. "I know, vod'ika. I know." He put his arm around his shoulders. "I miss him too. And I get why you're angry. It's not fair. Nobody deserved this, let alone Echo."

"I'm just so mad at him." Fives clenched his fists and let out a shaky breath. "I shouldn't be, but I am. After everything we went through, after losing our squad, we promised each other we'd always be there. Always.

"And maybe it was stupid. No... it was stupid. We're in a kriffing war. It was a stupid promise to make." Fives tilted his head more towards the floor. "But I'm still angry at him for breaking it. Why did he have to run, Rex? Why?"

A sigh. "Because it's Echo. He'll always put others before himself, even if it means risking his own life. He'll always be there for the people that need him."

"But I need him." Fives said. The expression on his face was enough to break Rex's already shattered heart a billion times over. The look in his eyes was pleading, desperate, so painfully childlike. "I need him, Rex. And he's not here."

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"Do you think there's anything after death?"

"Stars, Fives! Bit of a heavy question isn't it?"

Jesse took a swig of his drink and stared at his brother, who was sat on the other side of the table, looking nowhere in particular.

"I'm just asking. We're all gonna die at some point and it'd be nice to know what comes next."

"This is about Echo isn't it?"

Fives looked at Jesse, expression unusually blank. "I didn't say it was about Echo."

"But it is, isn't it?" It had been months at this point, but no-one could blame Fives for still dwelling on it every now and again. Echo and him were inseparable, you never found one without the other unless something went seriously wrong. The only time they'd be apart would be if it was forced (or if one finally got so sick of the other's antics they had be away for a few hours, even if for the sake of everyone in their vicinity). So for Fives to be left without Echo...

Fives looked down at his own bottle, swirling it gently. "Sometimes..." His hand stopped. "Sometimes I wonder if he's still there somewhere, watching."

Jesse understood. Every clone had felt that way at one point; once you lost that many brothers, part of you always hoped they never truly left, that you would find them again someday.

Fives went back to swirling his drink. "What do you think he'd say?"

"What do I think Echo would say?"

"Right now. What do you think he would say?"

"I'd think he'd say 'Fives, you shouldn't be drinking this much the day before a major training session, you idiot.' And then drag you home."

"I meant about the death thing."

"Okay, well I'd think he'd say "Fives, stop thinking about kriff like this. This is why you shouldn't be drinking this much the day before a major training session, you idiot.' And then still drag you home."

Fives let out a half-hearted chuckle. "Yeah, that sounds about right." He took a swig from the bottle. "I just really need to see him again."

Jesse softened slightly. He knew Fives needed someone to joke with him every now and again, especially when he was down, and he would always be that person, but he also knew that his brother was hurting. He would always be haunted by what happened at the Citadel. "I'm sure you will, vod."

"Really?" Fives stared at him.

"Yes." Jesse knocked back the last of his drink and stood up. "But not right now. I'm gonna take you back to the barracks before you give yourself alcohol poisoning. Kix is still mad at you for the last time you got too drunk."

"I didn't mean to throw up on his helmet!" Fives pushed himself up. "It was his own fault for leaving it on the floor."

_._._._._._._

"I just hope they're back together again."

"I know, Rex. I know. And I'm sure they are, causing as much havoc as they did when they were here." A small smile crossed Cody's face at the thought of those poor souls who finally thought they had found peace being made to deal with a couple of rascals in blue and white paint. "If anything, they're probably causing even more trouble. The entirety of Domino Squad, including two ARCs? It doesn't bear thinking about."

That got a laugh from the Captain. "Can you imagine Wolffe having to deal with that?"

"He'd defy all odds and come back from the dead if he was confronted with that lot."

The two sat there laughing. They'd decided not to go back to their camp, instead choosing to sit and watch the sun set on the horizon. It was calm, quiet, the most peaceful it had been in a long time. And they knew it wouldn't be for long. They had another mission to set out for tomorrow, but right now, in this moment, everything was still.

"How long do you think it would've taken Fives to try and climb that?" Rex pointed at a large, sprawling tree not too far from where they were sat. "I reckon he'd run at it the second he saw it."

"Yeah, he would. And then Echo would go storming off after him, muttering every curse word in the book, and threaten to drag his hide back to camp."

"You say that, but I can guarantee someone would've gone looking for them later and found both of them hanging out on a branch, ignoring all of their responsibilities."

An idea struck Cody.

"Race you up the tree."

Rex stared at him, wide-eyed. "Ya what?"

"Race you up that tree."

"What?! Why?! We're supposed to be the mature ones here, vod! We can't just go careening off into the forest to climb a tree!"

"Who says we can't? Our generals are currently elsewhere." Cody's eyes glinted with a mischievousness Rex hadn't seen since they were kids. "And you know Echo and Fives would've loved this."

"Which is exactly why it's a terrible idea!" Rex said frantically. "All plans that those two loved should never be touched with a hundred foot pole, let alone attempted!"

"Come on, vod. I thought you of all people would be a little more lenient than that. It'll be fun." Cody got up and brushed the dust off his legs. "Unless you're scared of getting caught."

Rex was silent, thinking. Cody knew he was winning. Just a little more pushing...

"Never thought I'd see the day that Captain Rex would give up and-"

"Oh you are on!" Cody watched Rex launch himself towards the tree, before sprinting after him, cackling.

With the wind in his face, and the dirt kicking up beneath thundering feet, he hoped that, wherever they were, the Domino Twins were laughing, revelling in the chaos of their two superiors barrelling through shrubs for a race up a tree. They deserved that extra laugh at least.

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Rex couldn't believe it. After all this time. After all the mourning and the grief and the rage... Echo was alive.

Echo had been taken to be looked over as soon as they got back to Kamino, but Rex could still see him, clear as day. Pale, cold. Metal ports all over, pulling at the skin. Limbs fused to composite and wires and things no human should be bound to. So very different from the Echo that Rex remembered. But so very alive.

Everything hurt. Yes, they'd found one of their brothers, Echo, and had managed to bring him back home. But it hurt. It hurt to know that they had left him behind. It hurt to know that he had spent endless rotations in a constant state of torture. It hurt to know that Echo would never be able to go back to the man he once was.

And it hurt to know that Fives never knew.

Fives was gone. He died thinking he was the last Domino standing, died thinking that he would be reunited with all of his brothers, with Echo... but Echo was right here. Fives never knew that his brother lived. And he would never know.

They should've been reunited. The pain and grief Rex had seen in Fives was too much to think about. The way he had collapsed, screaming, and fallen asleep simply out of pure exhaustion after returning from the Citadel. They should never have been separated. And despite bringing Echo back, Rex had to fight the ever-looming shadow that was the knowledge that he would never be able to bring the two back together. A forever-fractured whole held in pieces by the gaping chasm of death. There was no way to bridge that gap, not without Echo being lost again.

And it hurt. In a situation that should have brought so much joy, it hurt. Because Echo knew.

Rex didn't have to say anything. Echo just knew. When he saw that Fives wasn't there to get him, it fell into place. There was no way his brother wouldn't have been there for him. Not unless he was gone. And in some ways it was worse. There was no screaming, or crying, or shouting as there had been with Fives. Simply silence. A silence so deafening that Rex had almost wished, almost begged, for Echo to break down. Because he could see the wound inside Echo grow wider and there was nothing he could do to close it.

It hurt. It hurt to know that Echo knew. To know that after coming back from all of that, all he went through, his home was gone, destroyed, brought to rubble by the simple fact that his other half wasn't there. Echo would never be the same after Skako Minor.

And he certainly wouldn't be the same without Fives.

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"He should be here. After everything he did, he deserved to be here, fighting alongside us."

It was dark and Rex and Echo had hunkered down inside to escape the biting wind and lashing rain outside. Echo was due to go back to the Batch the following day and help them rescue Omega and the other clones from Tantiss, so the two had taken some time to just sit down and rest.

Rex knew it was going to be a rough night. There was too much going on to get any decent level of sleep, and Echo had hit the point where he was once again thinking about his lost brother. Rex couldn't blame him. It was hard not to think about Fives at a time like this.

"I mean, he was the one who found out about the chips in the first place. None of us would be here if it wasn't for him. He deserves to bring the whole system down." Echo was wound up, like a tightly coiled spring, and Rex was just waiting for something to snap. Whether it was now, or tomorrow, in a few rotations time, he didn't know. But he knew that Echo would snap eventually, and whoever was on the receiving end of that blind rage would not have a good time. That was something Rex was certain about.

"You're right." Rex responded. "He should be here. And I'm forever angry that he never got the chance to see this. But you know who is here?" Echo glanced at him. "Us. And if anyone can carry on his legacy, it's us, especially you."

His brother didn't say anything, simply turning to stare ahead of him.

The Captain continued. "I see him in you sometimes. Now more than ever." He chuckled. "You used to be the rule follower, the one who would try and keep Fives somewhat in check. Now I see you running around causing just as much mayhem as he used to. I've seen Jawas with weaker thieving skills than I've seen from you over the last few weeks!" He could see a smile tugging at the edge of Echo's lips.

"Just keeping you on your toes, old man."

"Hey now! I try telling you how proud I am and you give me even more grey hairs." Rex rolled his eyes. "What am I going to do with you?"

"You were trying to tell me you were proud?"

"Yes!" Rex said with exasperation.

"You called me a thief." Echo's expression was blank but the Captain could see the twinkle in his eye. He was messing with him.

"Yes. And I was about to tell you how proud I was of your thievery but I'm not going to anymore."

"Are you mad that I called you old?"

"No."

"You're mad aren't you?" Rex should've been annoyed but when he saw the cheeky grin across his younger brother's face he couldn't help but melt.

Yep. Definitely like Fives.

"You'll be the death of me some day."

"I better not be," Echo said, slightly more serious. "People here need you."

"And they need you as well. I may outrank you Echo, and I may have more experience, but you are more than capable and you have proved yourself more than enough. We need you in this fight. We can't do it without you. I can't do it without you."

Echo had started to drift again. Rex could see it. "I just feel like I'm taking his place. That he should be here instead of me."

"You both deserve to be here." Rex put a hand on his shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "You deserve to be here just as much as he does. You aren't taking his space vod'ika. Never forget that."

Echo gave him a small smile.

"I'm proud of you."

"I thought you said weren't going to tell me-"

"Fives would be proud of you."

Echo froze. Rex held his gaze firm, grip on his shoulder tightening.

"Go out there tomorrow and do what you do, vod'ika. We'll be with you every step of the way. Both of us."

Teary eyed, Echo glanced away and swallowed. They sat in silence for a few minutes, processing. Tomorrow was going to be difficult. It was going to be a push. But Rex knew his brother was more than capable. He just hoped and prayed he didn't lose him again.

Rex wasn't sure how he'd ended up in the position where he could lose one of the twins for a third time, but here he was. There was only so much time you could keep those two apart, and Rex knew that time was ticking down. For now he just hoped that it wouldn't be tomorrow.

Echo had started picking at the paint on his pauldron. The colour had started to chip away, but the orange still held some of its vibrancy. "You know..." Echo said, not looking up from the armour "Fives would be laughing at me right now."

Rex raised an eyebrow, confused. "And why would that be?"

Echo pointed at the wobble between the orange and white "Because I still can't paint the kriffing lines straight."

#another fic!#aren't you a lucky bunch #my brain seems to be running atm which is fun #I only ever intended for this to be like three snapshots #but I kept getting ideas #so enjoy #the bad batch #the clone wars #the bad batch spoilers #tbb spoilers #tbb echo #arc trooper echo #arc trooper fives #the domino twins #captain rex #commander cody #jess #Spotify

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tallbluelady · 5 months

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14. — bitter (for the one word writing prompts, please!)

"You know adding milk or cream will reduce the bitterness of the coffee, darling," Minthe said as Hades took a sip.

"I like it black." His face scrunched up after he took another.

She rolled her eyes. "If you say so..."

Thanks for the prompt!

#i need a writing tag #azem minthe #our shared blorbo emet-selch #the unstoppable force and the immovable object #like he eventually gets used to it #but hades is definitely drinking coffee black to be one of the cool kids who doesn't use creamer in his coffee #and he definitely suffered for it until he acquired the taste #minthe meanwhile has no patience for that and puts enough cream and sugar to balance the bitterness

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chuu-huahua · 10 months

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@downbadforpixels I’M SORRY I’M LATE FOR THIS but hey guys have my brainrots for CAFE AU SOUKOKU

ok but i 100% agree with your cafe owner!chuuya cuz yes?? chuuya would be the type to find happiness in the smell of coffee and the whirring sounds of the machines. hc that he tried to make latte art once but it turned out so bad that he just never tried it again. kouyou is a regular at his cafe and they bond over wine after the cafe closes :)

ok but if chuuya is bad at latte art, then dazai would be a master at it. dazai being a well known latte/coffee artist(?) amongst cafe owners, and he has a habit of working at different cafes in order to learn more about making coffee. he was requested by chuuya to come work at his cafe to make latte art for the customers, and dazai readily agreed after realising that the one requesting was the most beautiful redhead he has ever seen and now he really wants to kiss him-

chuuya originally thought dazai would be a very quiet person because all the other people he has met who are good in latte art (kyouka, kouyou who’s a natural, gin etc) were all very quiet and focused people. so it was a big shock for him when he realised that yes, dazai likes to annoy the shit out of him during his shifts and propose double suicides to the ladies that come to the cafe.

but when he finally gets to watch dazai do his job properly, it’s like seeing him in a new light as he quietly foams the milk to perfection and his wrists flick as he moves the metal pitcher with practiced movements, forming the most beautiful flower he’s seen on the light brown surface of the coffee. chuuya can tell that dazai is in his own little world as he silently presents the cup to the customer, smiling quietly before going to wash the pitcher.

ok but they definitely fall in love with each other over time. chuuya starts to realise the small little habits that dazai has, like how he blows his fringe out of his face when it gets too long, or how his fingers play at the hems of his apron when he feels tired from working. and then one day dazai turns up to work with the cutest bedhead chuuya has ever seen, and with one side of his curls tucked behind his ear and oh, chuuya realises. oh.

dazai’s pov!

#lei writes! ଘ(|lI.‸.)#if you can tell i literally don't know how cafes work #ok but writing from chuuya's pov is so so fun #he doesn't get enough screentime in the series so it's now my job :D #also. dazai definitely makes those 3D latte art for kyouka and atsushi when they come to the cafe for a drink #aku used to work at the same cafe as dazai before he quit and he's also a popular latte artist #chuuya gets jealous when dazai offers double suicides to the ladies #so after they got together the only person dazai targets is chuuya <3 #he has never agreed and instead told him that he would make sure dazai would stay alive until he got old and wrinkly #ok but chuuya becoming a cafe owner and making coffee cuz he sucks at cooking (one of my hcs)#tille i'm sorry this is so late :")#bungou stray dogs #bsd #soukoku #dazai #chuuya #kouyou

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1way2mars · 4 months

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spending new year's eve dinner with my sister's boyfriend family was surprisingly comforting and i have to thank his brother for that. i have always heard my sis bf's brother is a picky eater. "just like you" my sister and her bf would tell me. i had only once happen to eat with his brother, and that one time my sis' bf had to prepare a different pasta dish for me because i wouldn't eat the pasta they had prepared for the rest of them. but when his brother arrived at their home in new year's eve, saw the food, jokingly turned to his brother and asked him: "okay so what am i gonna eat?" just brought me so much comfort. because that was the same question i asked when i saw all the appetiser on the table. and i felt so understood for the first time in my life.

sitting in front of him, seeing how he was refusing to eat the same dishes as i was, made me feel happier than it should have probably made me feel. but when he refused to try things because "you're saying it doesn't taste like fish, but it's still fish, so no thank you" or when i noticed how much he tensed up whenever his family made him try something in specific made me feel so much better than i usually feel in celebrations where the most important thing is the food. because seeing someone barely eating because of something like "being picky eaters" was something i have never seen in another person, so seeing someone like him picking a dish that is going around the table and handing it to the next person without even having a single thought of trying it made me feel so so valid.

both my sister and her boyfriend were super mindful about us, making sure we had at least sth we could eat during the starters. it wasn't much to be honest (it was jamón serrano and well, compared to the other stuff that was on the table it was pretty much sad that we were only eating that), but at least we had something we only ate the both of us. and im so grateful i could go through such a difficult celebration for me with someone who is going through pretty much the same situation as me. having him in front of me made everything much more easier and i wasn't that much conscious as i usually am. but also, it made me extremely sad that we have to go through things like this, that when our families prepare food doesn't even think of the stuff that we won't eat and think about things we might actually enjoy without the need of taking off ingredients. but this year, everything felt better and i'm glad i got to spend a day with someone like me

#arfid #i genuinely hate christmas time because of the food #it's deeply sad that we're both in our 20s and nobody thinks about us despite perfectly knowing how we deal with food #he teased me about eating fish tho and told me i had let him down #this moment when i had a dish that was going around the table and i skipped him bc i knew he wouldnt want and he laughed #he did the same thing with me later on #he also doesn't drink alcohol but we both like this fancy gin my sis and his bro have and we planned on definitely drinking it together

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weaselshaped · 7 months

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Look, as someone who accidentally poisoned myself on the first turn of a boss fight, I cannot judge anyone else's gameplay errors, but I am still going to bully my brother mercilessly for somehow ending up with twenty-six pounds of alchemical reagents that can't be combined with each other

#Martin plays BG3 #He is playing a sorcerer so you can imagine how this is going in terms of encumbrance #Side note: I've been referring to what I did as drinking poison but it doesn't seem like the item I used is actually...drinkable #Now. It was 1:30am when I did this so my mind was not particularly clear #And my best guess at what actually happened is that I accidentally threw a paralytic grenade at myself. Which is definitely worse

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rockshortage · 1 year

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Gathering information on Hector:

🍇🌽🍰🍷🍻🍔🍟

🍇: What sort of friend are they? Where are they in the group dynamic?

Most of the time he’s just that small weird guy off to the side who just quietly follows along with whatever the others are doing. Sticks close like a nervous dog, or may also wander off if distracted by something that interests him. Which may or may not be noticed because he doesn't really speak up all that much unless a special interest is touched upon or something pisses him off.

🌽: How does this OC feel about acts of affection? What's their favourite act of affection, physical or emotional?

Definitely more on the emotional side, he likes it when people tell him he did a good job with something :) Or when his coat is looking extra flowy and evil today :) :)

He may be touch starved, but he will only submit to his need to be hugged after kicking and screaming a whole bunch (can be figurative or literal). Unless of course he’s getting kisses and head bumps from animals, now that’s the Good Shit

🍰: What's something your OC counts as unforgivable?

Hard agree with Django about child abuse. Animal abuse is a close second but there has to be a little bit more leeway there, considering he sorta has to forgive the Pack’s past transgressions.

🍷: What's one of your OC's pet peeves concerning food?

He has a real hard time understanding picky eaters. Fair enough when people don’t want to partake in his creative cooking but is it really necessary for someone to take apart a whole sandwich because there is one pickle slice in it? And why the fuck would you not eat the crust? Unbelievable…

🍻: What's your OC's favourite comfort ritual? How do they calm themselves down after a rough day?

Talking to/at MAAK is his main go-to. He’ll do that no matter what kind of day it was though, sometimes in combination with writing in his journal to bounce thoughts and ideas off the robot.

🍔: Are there any recent trends you think your OC would hate? Or love?

Honestly his knee-jerk reaction would be to be a grumpy old man about most new trends. Kids these days… As long as they’re not hurting anyone or being particularly annoying, he has an easy enough time ignoring them though.

🍟: What does your OC admit to be their guilty pleasure? What actually is their guilty pleasure?

This question keeps coming up and I never have a good answer lmfao

👉All pleasures are guilty when you’re anxious enough

#comfort rituals are many and varied #depending on who he's with #chilling with arch and the dogs and/or other animals #or helping out with feeding some of the zoo animals (cause that's the most fun part. will help with cleaning habitats too if asked but #definitely doesn't prefer to do that)#fucking around in the workshop with butch #having a drink with the wife #talking to gage #there are many more options depending on where in the timeline we are #and also depending on how much or how little alone time he's been granted during the day already #love friends but having so many people around is a relatively new development. still trying to get used to that #ask meme #hector messerli

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drifteratheart · 2 years

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I swear, this shitty new job is doing the weirdest things to me.

So there is this guy and he is just so nice and kind and every time I see him, it makes me so happy and when I talk to him I get nervous.

Well, that’s a good old crush, you think. Nothing wrong with that, right?

But the thing is that he is 15 years older than me. And that’s just not me. I have never been into older guys. I mean, he looks and acts younger, but still.

So I gave this whole thing some thought and the truth is, I’m in a really unhappy place right now. And clearly this is just my stupid brain latching on to one of the few good things I have at that place.

Okay, now that I’ve figured out what this really is about, I can put it aside, right? I just need to stop thinking about him. It’s basically just a real life hyperfixation. It will pass. Besides, he is probably married anyways. Only I’m pretty sure he’s not. He has basically spent the last 2 months at our hotel, because his company keeps sending him here for work. And he will be here for another 2 months at least and I doubt he would agree to that, if he had a family at home, which is in a different state. So maybe he is married to his work actually. Which is not good either, right?

And have I mentioned that he is 15 years my senior??? I know it’s ridiculous. And yet I am sad that he goes home for the weekend again, which means I won’t see him at work tomorrow and on Saturday.

It’s probably a good thing that I will be on vacation next week and won’t have to see him. Maybe this will cure me. The distance will be good for me. Distance from work. Distance from him. Because really, this whole thing is so beyond ridiculous. He is just some guest. I am nice to him, he is nice to me. Basic deal of human interactions. This is not about being in love. And yet I have already assigned him his favourite room for next week in advance. And yet I can’t help but hope he will notice that I’m gone.

And then there’s this whole other thing this situation made me realize. I’ve said for a long time that I’m pretty sure I can be happy alone. I’m a loner anyways. And an introvert. I like being alone. Besides, I have my fictional worlds to dive into. Books, shows, movies. Stories that I create. I rarely feel lonely and that’s the truth. But still... suddenly I feel like something is missing after all.

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iloveyoualivegrl · 4 months

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We took my baby Tiuku to the vet today as he's lost so much weight and the public vet near us couldn't find out what's wrong with him. This new vet we saw was so lovely and she kept complimenting Tiuku so much, she said "what an utterly wonderful cat, what an absolutely lovely cat" That's as close as I can get to translating it lol but she absolutely adored Tiuku I felt like a proud mom. She said he's one in a million he's so kind. As soon as I put Tiuku on the table for the vet to examine him, Tiuku walked into her arms and started purring can you believe it 😭 And when she was trying to listen to Tiuku's heart she laughed and said she can't hear anything because he's purring so loud 😭<333 Tiuku also tried climbing on her multiple times it was so funny. I love my baby I looove him