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showtoonzfan · 8 months

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Now that the episode is out officially, here’s my rant review of Oops!

PROS:

- Fizz and Ozzie were adorable and I honestly love them. Despite the sex jokes, you can tell they love each other for who they are OUTSIDE of sex. While I did wish we would have seen more, (like how Ozzie took him in and fell in love) they’re still adorable to watch. They’re the better version of Stolitz, can the show be about them instead?

- Brandon’s voice acting holy shit, he really knows how to sound like he’s in tears or is broken. As much as I hate the character and feel no sympathy, he displayed genuine and broken emotion very well.

- Alex Brightman Alex Brightman

Okay that’s it. Moving on to the Cons. Bear with me, it’s a lot and I go back and forth a bit. 😭

CONS:

So for a quick short summary, this episode:

- Once again puts more focus on the filler plot rather than actually focusing on the relationships between the characters, so all we're left with is a 10 second clip of Fizz being burned while the rest of the episode is surrounded on sex jokes/petty bickering and Stolas and Ozzie sitting around.

- Completely erases what made Blitz and Fizz's dynamic interesting in the first place because it retcons it with a dumb miscommunication trope about how Fizz actually wanted to see Blitz and Blitz tried reaching out to him. Not only does this feel like a cheap attempt to make Blitz out to be sweet/sympathetic and NOT the one in the wrong so Fizz can suck up to him, but this also makes no sense within the narrative.

- Has Fizz forgive Blitz despite him being the last person anyone would think would forgive him. (So honestly ruins Fizz himself because it turned him into a soft boy who's forgiving compared to the asshole he was in Ozzie's) All because Viv would sell her whole soul before she even remotely considers painting characters like Blitz and Stolas out to be the one's in the wrong.

- Takes Stolas out of the hospital completely, erasing all the drama/tension Western Energy had and proves that that episode was utterly pointless.

- Turns Striker from an interesting complex villain to a Saturday morning cartoon goon.

- Proves to us that Crimson is just a flat tool and gives us more prove that the world building rules Viv set up in season 1 legit don't matter.

-Ruins Blitz/Barbie's feud now because now you're making Barbie look like the one in the wrong since the fire was an accident. God forbid a female characters emotions in this show are justified.

But if you want my more in depth rants, it’s under the cut! (There’s a lot so bear with me lol)

- As usual WAAY too many sex jokes and swearing. It gets annoying and repetitive at times and some of them distract from the main plot. There’s a long and I mean LONNG dragged out joke of Fizz talking about Ozzie’s dick, then later saying he’s hard when Striker has a gun to his head, as well as Blitz making a joke about him and Fizz making out once they hug. Again, Viv can’t be serious for 2 seconds without an unfunny shitty gag. I genuinely wonder if Hazbin is ganna be like this, where a character is in a life threatening situation or a deep dark serious scene happens only for the next scene to be sex related.

- This is one of those “shit happens because the plot demands it” and it shows. Crimson and Striker COINCIDENTLY meet up with each other, and Fizz and Blitz just so HAPPEN to be in the same exact area they are. Viv wonders why we call her shit a fanfic and this is what we mean, when she creates wild wacky plots and focuses more on THAT rather than the actual character writing. This entire episode hinges on a useless poorly last minute planned kidnapping plot that didn’t need to happen. Also way to once again make the characters idiots so the plot can happen, cause Fizz KNOWS Ozzie worries for him and that the Greed Ring is dangerous, yet purposefully puts the spotlight on him.

- Stolas did NOT need to be in this episode. The plot completely ignores the fact that he was in the hospital the last time we saw him, and he’s only here for Stolitz banter. You’d think that a character admitting they have feelings for someone would be a big deal but he just flat out says it and it’s so underwhelming and feels half assed with no weight to it. Fan comics have made more dedication to this than Viv has. We're supposed to believe him too despite the show failing to actually SHOW us this. Same for Blitz ranting about how “nice” Stolas has been to him, laughing at his jokes and liking his posts…hey Viv, can we actually SEE that on screen so it’s more believable? Or are you only determined to show them sexually flirting? 😑

- Once again Viv felt the need to shove a B plot into this episode and this one sucks because it’s just two characters sitting and doing fucking nothing. It felt like Viv had no idea what to do with Stolas and Ozzie, and I refuse to believe that Ozzie just sat there knowing Fizz was in danger. If anything he would have said “fuck the paperwork” and went to save Fizz himself. Way to show that gif of Ozzie getting mad as a sneak peak to get fans excited, only to see that Ozzie spends the rest of the episode sitting in a dark room LMAO what a let down.

- Ozzie is weirdly chill and cool with Stolas and it’s something I don’t get. While he did say that Stolas had the real “spirit of Lust” in S1E7, it still gave you the impression that he was also more poking fun at Stolas rather than respecting him. The whole point of House of Asmodeous was that Ozzie outs him and publicly embarrassed him. Stolas literally was intimidated just by Asmodeous’s mere name, and hid his face around him. It seemed like Stolas certainly didn’t want someone like Ozzie to know about his private life especially since they’re both part of the Ars Goetia. Now here Ozzie is just cool with him and it feels like a missed opportunity for their dynamic.

- Stolas confessing his feelings about Blitz also makes…no sense narrative wise. I thought the whole point of The Circus and the ending to Western Energy was that he was realizing that Blitz didn’t like him that way and was finally waking up. I thought that’s why he was doing this whole crystal deal in the first place, so he can let Blitz go, yet the show keeps flip flopping and insisting that these two love each other and are good for each other. It’s really making you realize how this season and the previous stuff set up is becoming nonsense because the writers retcon EVERY damn episode. Also….why the hell is Stolas telling Ozzie his feelings for Blitz? Out of all people, why is it Ozzie, the person who outed Stolas and embarrassed him. Why is Stolas even respectful of Ozzie? He has no reason to, and he’s not under the impression that he’s dating Fizz either. I get that he needs the crystal but mentioning his love for Blitz makes no sense.

- Striker and Crimson teaming up to kidnap Blitz and Fizz was such an ass puller last minute decision. It feels overwhelming and underwhelming at the same time, more because it feels like Viv has no idea what to do with these two villain characters other than give them something evil to do to start the plot. Also…why…are they working together? It feels so random.

- Striker’s character especially is all over the place. First he’s working for Stella, then he’s painted as the best assassin in hell, and now he’s…looking for more work I guess and working for Crimson? Why? Does this guy even have a motive anymore? It feels like his character is just dangling around until Viv wants to use him for another wattpad kidnap plot and it ESPECIALLY shows when Striker escapes for the THIRD fucking time. Can this character/storyline actually GO somewhere or are you just going to keep introducing him and have him run away. 🤦🏽‍♀️

— How did Crimson not know who Striker is despite him being labeled as “the most popular assassin in hell”, and how the hell does Crimson know Ozzie and know all the information about him being in a relationship with Fizz?? Oh right because we needed the plot to happen somehow. Still, even if Crimson did know that Ozzie was the "weakest" and loved Fizz, (which….what about Beezlebub?)) he still should have known he was playing with fire. I get that he's supposed to be evil and intimidating but how could he have predicted that Ozzie would actually stand down and fill out the paperwork? He could have immediately came there and killed Crimson for all he knew. It's just distracting how..not planned this shit was.

- Fuck this episode for calling Striker a supremacist. It makes no sense?? Viv is trying SO hard to villainize him despite him being the one in the right and it pisses me off. He has every right to be mad at the upper class, he’s part of the lower class that we’re said Hell takes advantage of, but god forbid we call out Rich and powerful Stolas because that would mean he’s a b-bad person and we can’t have that complex morality! This is so not a “eat the rich” story and it shows bc Vivzie is rich as hell. Striker as a character deserves so much better man. Congrats writers, you had an interesting character and motive set up for him, now he’s nothing but a silly goon that you might as well kill off already cause you clearly don’t care about him. Crimson meanwhile is just a piece of paper, a boring plot device I could give less of a shit about. I thought his motive was to go after Moxxie, now he’s just doing fuck whatever because this show desperately wants a bad guy for their filler fanfic plots.

- We get more world building issues, Ozzie and Fizz are so determined to hide their relationship for obvious reasons, but then at the end of the episode just say “fuck it, no one would dare tell anyway”. So now they’re being open about their relationship and lmao I told y’all the newspaper scene of Ozzie being called out for being a hypocrite wouldn’t go anywhere. Even if Ozzie did threaten his workers to not tell, they can’t be so sure that someone wouldn’t see or snitch, it’s kinda a retcon too cause they were pretty lovey dovey in Ozzie’s. Still, it makes the characters look dumb and it makes the rules Viv set up for Hell once again not mean anything.

- We finally get to see Fizz’s backstory in action and it’s executed in the most underwhelming way possible. It’s literally a fucking 10 second clip of what went down, and rather than experiencing the event for ourselves, it’s in flashback mode but with Fizz’s voice talking over it. That’s it. I’ve seen fan comics/fanart that built this shit up better than Viv did, that actually took the slow time and dedication it needed, and here it feels like such an afterthought, like Viv could care less. Maybe if this actually was a character driven show like Viv claims, Stolas, Striker, and Crimson would be taken out of the picture and then that would leave us with PLENTY time to actually explore and develop Blitz/Fizz, bc most of this episode is just them pettily bickering and Stolas and Ozzie sitting around. But nah, we gatta have our fanfic kidnapping plot. Same goes for the reveal of Blitzo’s mom dying in the same fire. Glad to know that she got the same treatment Moxxie’s mom did, where we don’t even know her and yet we’re supposed to feel moved and care about her death. You nailed that one Viv. 👍

- I predicted that this episode would victimize Blitz and have the fire incident be an accident, (because Viv is a pussy writer and can’t make her characters actually do bad things like god forbid) but I never thought they’d actually have the balls to have Fizz forgive Blitz immediately in the same episode and pull the “actually turns out that horrible thing you did to me helped me in a way”- trope. Biggest flaw of the episode, fuck you Viv. I was actually going to applaud Blitz for taking accountability, but then the dialogue reminds you that an abuser wrote this, and he shifts his apology to “okay but I lost something too see so it’s not all about you” as if he’s fucking dismissing Fizz’s trauma and making it about himself. “I love flawed characters” my fucking ass. I would have smacked a bitch if I was Fizz because Blitzo loosing his mother in the fire too isn’t an excuse?? Fizz lost his fucking ARMS AND LEGS, and at the end of the day Blitzo STILL KNEW HE WAS HELPLESS IN THE FIRE BUT LEFT HIM BEHIND. He could have gotten help and came back, but didn’t. If this were a good show Fizz would have threw that apology back in Blitzo’s face and said “I don’t care if it was an accident or not, you still left me there and then proceeded to loathe me for years”. This is why Helluva will never be Bojack cause at least characters in that show who got treated horribly by him knew when to say “no, fuck you.”

- The episode retcons again, this time they make it out to be that Blitz TRIED contacting Fizz the years they were apart but no one would let him see him. Then they say that Fizz actually WANTED to see Blitz but assumed he didn’t want to, so their entire feud was solely because of miscommunication?? Number one, show don’t fucking tell omg. And number two, that makes ZERO sense. Blitz talked badly about Fizz in Loo Loo Land, and when they finally reunited in Ozzie’s, it was clear they fucking loathed each other. You got the impression that Blitz was petty and jealous just because Fizz was more popular, and Fizz not only loathed him for the accident, but liked to rub in his face about how much of a big shot he was. They literally do that in this episode too, so the episode is literally contradicting itself. Blitz and Fizz had multiple chances to meet up with each other, you can’t just say “oh they couldn’t because no one would let them”- So which is it? Did they hate each other because of bad blood, petty drama, or that they thought the other didn’t want to see them? Pick ONE Viv and stick to it, but she never does. Their feud was interesting and now you ruined it just to have some sweet happy ending. “Adult mature show” my ass lol.

-Bottom line is Fizz shouldn’t have forgave Blitz so easily, or forgave him period. I find it funny how he says “it’s hard to just forgive you” and then he literally does lol. I feel so bad for Fizz fans, him and Blitz’s feud was honestly interesting, so to see all of this go down in a half-assed piss poor way as if this was Care Bears is….wow. The fan interpretations had more thought and care put into this storyline but what else is new lol.

- I’m really tired of these shitty annoying songs. If you’re going to get Broadway actors, please put effort into your songwriting and actually have them sing something good, not something that’s literally nonsense. This Fizz song sounds like it took less than a minute to write and Sam Haft was just thinking of anything he could think of at the top of his head. Also Why the fuck are Striker and Crimson just STANDING there while Fizz sings. They look like idiots, just SHOOT them omg. If this were a funny show, Fizz would have started his first note and Crimson just rolls his eyes and pulls his gun out.

- Fizz and Ozzie kill the lawyer but not…Crimson? Despite Fizz knowing what ring he’s in and even Ozzie knowing what he looks like? Same for Blitz, he doesn’t try to make sure Striker is dead. I get that the plot demands for these two to still be around, but there’s a way to keep them alive without making the main characters look like fucking idiots. Also Stolas just leaves without doing or contributing anything to the plot yay.

- Fizz: “Let him have it, you could say he’s earned it”— Uhm….Nope. Blitz did NOT earn shit. He didn’t even earn Fizz’s forgiveness. Last time I checked, the moment Blitz cried and said it was an accident, Fizz forgave him, knowing he didn’t mean it. What effort did Blitz do to “earn” that as well as the crystal? Because he saved Fizz and didn’t leave him behind for the SECOND time near the end?? Cause if so than the bar is extremely low. That’s the bare minimum, just because Blitz cried and felt bad about it doesn’t mean he should be let off the hook Viv. I hate this so much, what a shitty conclusion, it feels forced just so Blitz can have the crystal and just so the writers can once again paint him as the one in the right. It’s almost insulting that they make it seem like Fizz was in the wrong for assuming Blitz starting the fire too, same for Barbie.

God what a shitty day it is to be a Fizz fan, I’m sorry. The episode did NOT do him justice. Fizzarolli deserved better than that half assed gaslighting apology for someone who lost their arms and legs man, and I’m tired of the show letting every character suck up to Blitz and Stolas for their horrible treatment just because they feel bad. Not only that but the episode (as most recent HB episodes) was a huge time waster. Everyone was really hoping for an in depth walkthrough of his character/backstory but again, when he’s not with Ozzie, the rest/most of his screen time is dedicated to him being helpless and pointlessly arguing with Blitz, plus a long dragged out nonsense song that didn’t need to happen. It felt like SO much time was wasted when we could have used the runtime we have to dive deeper and see more, like….again it would have been nice to see Fizz’s life AFTER the accident and how he became well known as well as how he fell in love with Ozzie, but his backstory is briefly scratched upon in a single scene and that’s it, all because Viv wanted this filler plot and wanted to dedicate more time to THAT rather than actual character expansion/development, something we could have got had you took out Stolas and Ozzie’s B plot and Striker and Crimson.

Viv is so on her way to murder/ruin every character that isn’t Blitz and Stolas and I won’t be here to watch further. I’ll check out the Mammon music video thing but that’s it man, this show is going off the rails, Adding Fizz to the character adoption list!

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cozage · 1 year

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HI COULD I REQUEST A SHANKS ZORO SAMJI REAUEST WHERE AFTER AN ARUGMENT WITH THEIR GIRLFRIEND THEY GET THE SILENT TREATMENT FROM THEM AND HOW THAT PLAYS OUT AOR HOW THEY RESOLVE IT? THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH PLS TAKE BREAKS AND DRINK WATER 🫶

A/N: I am definitely trying my best thank you! :) Apologies for the length of Zoro’s but i know that man would not apologize easily.

Characters: f reader x Shanks, Zoro, Sanji

Cw: angst with a happy ending

Total word count: 1.9k

Silent Treatment

Shanks

Shanks didn’t get mad easily, and neither did you. But today you were both in a bad mood. And something that would’ve been a small disagreement had blossomed into a full fledged fight because of it.

He avoided you all morning, but by mid-day, he realized that your mood wasn’t lifting. At night, he opted to take watch so he wouldn’t have to deal with it. He hated fighting before bed, and decided it was better to let you both get in better moods before you talked about it again.

The next morning he saw you walking on the deck. “Hey! Do you mind adjusting the sail to catch the northeast wind a bit better?”

You shot him a glare, but did as he asked without comment.

“Thanks!” he called, but you didn’t respond to him. You just sat in a chair on the deck and flicked through a magazine.

Oh boy. Now he was fully aware of just how irritated you were. He glances around on deck and doesn’t see anyone else, so he walks over to you. He walks up behind your chair and leans down to get a better view of what you’re reading.

“Whatcha reading?” he whispers in your ear. His voice startles you, and you huff out an irritated sigh. You start to get up, but he wraps his arm around you and pins you to the seat. You squirm, but he only holds you tighter.

“Shanks, get off.” Your voice is clipped and short with him. He presses his lips against your cheek for a long time, waiting for you to stop fighting him. You realize you’ll lose this fight no matter how long your struggle, so you calm down and still your body.

“Talk to me,” he murmurs, tickling your skin with his voice.

“I’m just frustrated with you!” You slam your magazine shut. “I know you have goals and they’re important, but I have goals too! You may be the captain, but I thought we were a team.” Your voice is starting to crack, and you hold back a sniffle as he holds you.

He hums against your cheek, lips still placed there. After a few moments, he pulls away from you and walks around to bend down so he’s at face level with you.

“Your dreams are important,” he says, grabbing your hand. “You are important. I’m sorry I was so focused on my own wishes that I overlooked yours.”

You nod, accepting his apology, and wipe your eyes with your free hand.

He raised your hand to his lips and gave it a few quick kisses. “I’ll do better in the future, I promise.” And you believe his words fully and completely.

Zoro

Zoro wasn’t an idiot. He knew he was in the wrong for escalating the fight so much. And he should’ve never said those things to you in the first place. But he figured as long as you both had time to cool down away from each other, then you could act like nothing happened.

When he finally left the crow’s nest for dinner, he found you sitting between Nami and Luffy. He could tell you were still mad, so he grabbed a meal to go (which Sanji was happy to give him if it meant he wouldn’t have to see the mosshead’s face)

He didn’t realize just how mad you were until he went to your room and found it locked. Your fights had never been so bad that you’ve kicked him out of your room before. He banged on the door for several minutes, and when you finally opened it, he felt relief. Until you walked past him without a word and walked to Nami and Robin’s room.

Zoro is so prideful. He hates apologizing, but he knows he needs to do it. He lays awake in bed all night trying to figure out what to do. He spends half the night thinking how he just needs to wait it out, and the other half wanting to go wake you up right now and force you to forgive him.

He dozes off at some point, and in the morning he’s awoken by the soft click of the door opening. He bolts up, ready to say something, but he only finds Nami, glaring at him while she’s grabbing clothes from your drawer. “Apologize,” she hisses as she leaves the room.

But he can’t, damn his pride. He hides out in his workout room, trying to ignore the pressing weight of your absence.

After lunch, you walk into the crow’s nest. You don’t want to see him, but you need a few weights to work out.

“Hey!” He’s not sure what else to say when he sees you, and it feels like a pretty lame start. But you don’t even look his way. You just grab your weights and start to leave.

He grabs your arm and you pull away from him, trying your best to ignore him. But then he blocks your path to the door, and you finally speak one word to him, against your will. “Move.”

He can feel the anger still thick in your voice. “I’m sorry,” he rushes, trying to keep you there.

“For what?” you shoot back, glaring at him. “What are you sorry for, Zoro?”

“I-” his voice falters, not sure what to say or what to apologize for, and you roll your eyes and push him out of the way, taking your leave.

He doesn’t go down for dinner, and he opts to sleep in the crow’s nest tonight. He figured that he got the bed last night, you could have it tonight.

He hears a light knock on the door, and he rushes to open it, hopeful that it’s you. But Sanji stands on the other side. He’s holding the weights you took down earlier, and a plate of food.

“You really are stupid, marimo,” he sighs, handing the weights and the food toff to the swordsman.

“Wait, cook…” Zoro hesitates. He knows he’s going to have to swallow a lot of pride to do this one. “How do I fix it?”

Sanji scoffs, and Zoro can tell the cook is about to patronize him, but he stops himself. “You apologize, idiot.”

Zoro’s eyebrow twitches, and he struggles to remain calm. “Apologize for what?! She started it!”

“No she didn’t, you moron!” Sanji yells, kicking him in the side. “You started it when you didn’t listen to her wishes! And then you called her selfish and all sorts of other names, and THEN you kicked her out of her own room! You have plenty to apologize for, so do it!”

“How was I supposed to know it was going to bother her?!” Zoro yelled back, grabbing his swords. “I’m not a mind reader!”

“That's your problem, marimo! You can’t think for a damn second about how your words and actions might affect other people!” Sanji’s words finally start to sink in through Zoro’s thick skull, and he pauses, his hands still resting on his blades.

“Just apologize and know what you’re apologizing for, moss for brains.” And with that, Sanji leaves Zoro alone to think about it for the night.

He made a list. It was easier to write everything down. And it turned out that he had messed up on a lot of things. He was surprised you were still with him, when he had it all written down like that.

He let you eat breakfast before he found you. He pulled you aside from the crew and led you up to the crows nest balcony. “I’m sorry,” he said, reaching for your hand.

“For what?” you shoot back, pulling your hand away from him. You see a hint of irritation twitch over his face, but he reaches into his pocket and unfolds a piece of paper.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you, and for saying things I didn’t mean. I’m sorry I got so angry I didn’t see you as a person - a person that I love so much. I’m sorry I always leave my stuff around and that I make it easy for you to trip over stuff in our room. I’m sorry I never separate the laundry, and-” His eyes glance down to the paper now, and he keeps reading. “I’m sorry that I don’t wash the toothpaste out of the sink, and that I always take your fries even though you love them, and I’m sorry I steal the drinks Sanji makes for you, and that I interrupt your social time with Nami and Robin to make you train with me and that-”

You grab the paper from him and he stops. Your eyes scan over the paper, and it’s full of sloppy handwritten things that you’ve gotten upset with him over the past few weeks. Some of the things were silly, others were ones that had been irritating you for weeks, but the page is filled.

Your eyes filled with tears and you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a long, deep kiss.

When you pulled away from him, he stared at you nervously. “So, uh…are we good?”

You laughed and rested your head against his chest. “Yeah, we’re good.”

Sanji

“Drinks for the ladies?” He’s holding out a platter of seltzer waters, but you ignore him.

He notices it immediately, and he tries his best not to give an outward reaction. He knows he’s in the wrong, and he should throw himself into the sea for making you feel so upset.

He cooks instead. And he makes a spread of your favorite treats with the freshest ingredients he has in the pantry. He spends all afternoon slaving away, and he’s extra snippy with Usopp and Luffy when they try to steal away any of it.

When he serves it to you though, you give him no response. You barely touch the food he offers.

In a desperate attempt to win back your grace, he makes your favorite dinner entree for the crew as well.

But you don’t show up for dinner, and he takes a plate away to search for you. He finds you sitting on the railing of the bow of the ship, and he cries out to you, startling you.

“Y/N!” he weeps. “Please don’t jump overboard!” He holds you back, smothering you against his chest.

“I’m not going to jump, idiot!” you yell, pulling away from him. “I just want to be alone!”

He calms down, but you see his eyes darken in shame. He holds up the plate as a peace offering. “I brought you dinner. Your favorite.”

You want to take it. You’re starving and it’s your favorite meal in the whole world. But you turn back to the sea, putting your back to his offer. “I’m not hungry.”

“But-”

“God, Sanji!” you scream, pissed off now. “You can’t just fix everything with food! Sometimes I need to hear actual words from you!”

You hear him pause for a moment, and then the soft click of his shoes against the wooden deck of the ship as he approaches you. His strong arms wrap around you and hold your stomach as he presses up against your back.

“I’m sorry.” The smell of his cigarette smoke is comforting to you, and you breathe it in and lean back into him, finally relaxing. “I was insensitive and cruel and I should’ve never treated you like that.”

It’s the apology you’ve been craving all day. You just wanted an apology with words rather than food, and now he’s finally understood that.

“I think I’ll take that meal now, if you don’t mind,” you hum, appeased with his apology.

“Of course,” he said, kissing your cheek before he pulled away to grab you dinner.

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cal-kestis · 11 months

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HOW TO: Do a Motion Blur Transition Using Timeline or Frame Animation

Hi! Someone asked me for a tutorial on the transition effect in the second gif of this set (also featured in this set and the text on this set). So, here it is! This is one of the easiest and least tedious of the gif transition effects in my opinion — and I’m going to go over how to do it both in Timeline and Frame Animation (using the screencap method). Disclaimer: This tutorial assumes you have a basic understanding of gif-making in Photoshop.

PHASE 1: PREP

This phase applies to both the Timeline and Frames method!

1.1 – Prepare your caps. (New to gif-making? Check out my basic tutorial here!)

The key to this kind of gif is making sure your final gif, with all the transitions, won’t be too long or too big of a file to post (Tumblr’s limit is 10 MB).

If your gif is going to be big like mine (540x500px), you might want to keep your total frames between 50-60. I decided to try getting away with a whopping 70 frames total... because I like to test fate (spoiler: my final gif ended up being 9.6 MB 🙈). Since my gif is transitioning between two scenes, that means each scene was 35 frames.

If you aren’t doing screencaps like me, just make sure your clips are equal in length. And if you’re transitioning between more than 2 scenes (like the Mando example I linked at the beginning), you’ll have to use shorter clips/fewer frames per scene. In my Mando gif, each scene was 16 frames and my final gif was 64 frames.

1.2 – Crop, sharpen, color, etc. as you would. For this, since you’ll probably have 2 more more sets of coloring, just make sure your coloring is only being applied to the appropriate gifs. The way I do that is by aligning my adjustment layers with my gif as you can see in the screenshot in 1.3 below.

1.3 – Arrange your frames or clips. If you’re working in Timeline, drag the clips/layers of your second gif so they’re immediately after the ones of your first gif. I like to keep things separated in Groups:

Note: I’m keeping my text layers separate because I don’t want the motion blur to affect them. But if you wanted to make your text transition from one word to another, you can either follow the same steps I’m about to show you and apply them to your text layers, or simply merge your text layers with your gif and adjustment layers, so they can all get the motion blur filter applied to them!

If you’re working in Frames, simply paste the frames of your second gif after the frames of your first gif. Again, you can either keep your text separated or part of the motion blur.

METHOD: TIMELINE

T.1 – Divide the Timeline. Using the Scissors Tool, you’ll want to divide each gif so there are 3 small segments at the beginning and end. (3 is my go-to, however, for my Mando gif, I actually only did 2 segments because each section was already so short.)

Now there are two options for this:

OPTION 1: Simplest, 00:01 Seconds Each, Makes Duplicate Frames

You might be wondering, why on earth would I want duplicate frames? You wouldn’t, usually. But this method only causes the duplicates to happen on the blurred frames, so it’s not noticeable at all! However, if you’re like me (read: Type A) — just knowing there are duplicate frames may bother you. If that’s you, go to Option 2.

Each of these segments are the absolute smallest Photoshop will allow, a duration of 00:01.

Sometimes Timeline won’t let you cut things that short (for me, this typically only happens at the end of a clip). So my work around is to cut the segment so it’s 00:02 seconds long, then drag the clip until it’s as small as it can be. Here’s a gif showing that process:

You can see that after I dragged the clip so it would be 00:01, I also dragged the big clip over so it would still continue as normal. Timeline is neat because, even if you divide a clip, each segment can be dragged back to its full length.

OPTION 2: 00:02 / 00:01 / 00:02, No Duplicate Frames

Timeline works in a weird way... when you move forward one frame by clicking the right arrow, you don’t always see movement in your gif. And if you don’t line up the clips properly with the movement, it can create duplicate frames. The easy way to fix this is by making the 3 segments 00:02, 00:01, and 00:02 seconds respectively. This goes for the segments at the beginning and end.

You can see the duration of each segment and an example of how the gif doesn’t move on certain frames in this gif of my workspace:

T.2 – Apply the Motion Blur filter in varying distances or strengths. Now that we have all of our segments, it’s time to apply the blur. Motion Blur is under Filter > Blur > Motion Blur!

This is the window you’ll see when you click it:

Note the fields where you can change the angle and distance.

The angle is basically the direction in which you want the blurred effect to stretch. I always do 0 because I want my gifs to blur together horizontally — I just think it looks smooth. You can play around with it if you want to get a different effect!

The distance is what I like to refer to as the strength of the blur. But really, it’s distance because it’s how long the blurred effect is being stretched.

The rule of thumb here is to apply the filter in a gradation. The part at the beginning of one gif should go from strongest (greatest distance) to weakest (least distance). The part at the end of one gif should go from weakest to strongest.

I keep things easy to remember and do 20, 15, 10 for the beginning and 5, 10, 15 for the end. The reason the numbers aren’t the same is because I don’t want the end of Gif 1 (which is blurred 15px distance) to be the same as the beginning of Gif 2 (which is blurred 20px distance). If they’re the same amount of blur, I don’t think the transition looks as smooth.

Here’s my entire timeline and the strength of blur I used for each of the transitional clips:

T.3 – Export That’s it! Convert from Timeline to Frames, export your gif, and there you go!

Reminder, if you decided to do Option 1, you’ll have duplicate frames, and therefore more frames than you started out with when you initially imported caps.

METHOD: FRAMES

F.1 – Apply the Motion Blur filter in varying distances or strengths. In Timeline, we created segments. But in Frames, each frame acts as one of those segments — so we don’t need to divide anything. We can just get straight to the filter!

Now, disclaimer: the way I’m working with Frames right now is with the adjustment layers merged with the frames. I typically work in Timeline, so I colored in Timeline and then converted into Frames for this. However you work, just make sure the coloring from one part of your gif doesn’t affect the other part.

Anyway, here’s where to find Motion Blur again:

And here’s what the window will look like:

Now just apply the filter in increasing and decreasing degrees. In case you didn’t read the Timeline section, I’ll paste exactly what I said there:

Note the fields where you can change the angle and distance.

The distance is what I like to refer to as the strength of the blur. But really, it’s distance because it’s how long the blurred effect is being stretched.

Here are all my frames and the strength of the blur I used for each of the transitional frames:

Note: I wanted to mention again that I kept my text layers in a separate group and didn’t apply the transition to them:

F.2 – Export Finished! Easy peasy!

EXPORTING TIP

If you’ve read my other tutorials, you already know this tip — but since I’m part of Discord servers where members are encouraged to share embed links to their creations, I often rearrange the order of my frames before saving them. (This tip is also handy for making sure the best frame of your gif is visible for Tumblr users who turn off auto-playing gifs.) In this case, I made frame 27 my new frame 1 because I didn’t want my embed preview to look like a blurry gif. Everything will still be in the same order, but anywhere your gif is paused, the best frame will be displayed!

Anyway, that’s it! If you have specific questions about this tutorial, my ask box is open. Hope this helps! <3

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angelatmidnight1 · 6 months

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I just started Baldur's Gate 3 and would love some ler! tword hesdcanons for Astarion if you're feeling inspired? I saw some of his lines on YouTube Shorts and he's literally the reason I'm now playing, Lord help me. 😭🤣 I'm super early game(like, just met him, Shadowheart and Gale) but I do know what species he is, and know a certain something he tries at camp at some point- 👀

I will definitely write a tword fic for him at some point because the need for him to wreck me is strong, but some headcanons to encourage me to keep going to see the story, as I adjust to the gameplay and how it works would be so appreciated! ❤️ Again, only if you feel inspired for it though, no pressure and I hope you're staying hydrated lovely! 😊

A/N: Sure! Astarion's the reason I bought the game too. I saw a few clips of him on TikTok and added the game to cart 😅 I have a reader/Astarion fic somewhere in my drafts, but please tag me whenever you create yours. I'd love to see :D

Anyways, here's ler!Astarion. I hope I captured his personality okay. I'll add a tiny warning that this may come off a tad spicy, cause it's Astarion haha, but it isn't NSFW.

Ler!Astarion Tickle Headcanons

“Darling, you’re ticklish? Aha, how adorable.”

Astarion’s had a couple centuries to practice the art of gentle, and sometimes ticklish, touches. Of course he takes up the opportunity to work his craft.

He’ll say the sweetest things to beckon his lee closer, with fleeting touches along sides and hips. “Come here, my dear. I promise I’ll be as gentle as a babe. Just a bit closer, hm?”

More words, sweet as honey, until he has his lee pinned under him. No matter the position, he wants physical contact the whole time. “Mm, I always did enjoy how you looked beneath me.”

He loves it when his lees become shy and flustered. It encourages his flirtatious antics even more. But, if they don’t? That’s okay. He loves a good challenge.

Astarion’s touch is deliberate, but light and teasy. He takes his time to find the spots that make his lee squeal, and claws over it with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “My, you are a sensitive little thing, aren’t you?”

Eye contact is huge with Astarion; he drinks in his lees’ every reaction to his tickles. Every little giggle, gasp, squeak. His lee has never looked more beautiful, and he’s sure to tell them just that.

Speaking of drinking, it’s too tempting not to think about all of the blood pumping through his lee’s veins while he tickles them. He won’t drink without permission, but that doesn’t mean he can’t indulge in other ways.

“I could eat you right up, darling. And you know what? I think I will..”

Astarion knows how to use his fangs with just enough pressure to tickle, and if he’s especially close with his lee, nowhere is safe from his nibbles.

His favorite place to nibble are necks, but he’s also fond of ribs, hips, and thighs. He’ll love if his lee is especially sensitive to his light biting. “Gods, you are delectable. And those precious little giggles of yours just make you all the more sweeter.~”

He could tease and tickle his lee all night, but if they truly need a break, he’ll ease off…just expect him to be a lil’ pouty.

“Stop? Already? But, I was having so much fun. And I can tell that you were, too. Must we end our playtime so soon? …Oh, fine. Just promise I won’t have to wait too long before I can have you again.”

Of course, Astarion doesn’t always have to have an easy time with his lees. He loves it when they’re stern or, if anything, when they don’t want to admit how ticklish they are.

“Pft, if you’re not ticklish, then I’m not a vampire. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I find it rather cute. You can look a beast dead in its eye, so long as it doesn’t wiggle its claws at you, hah.”

He, like most, if not all vampires, loves a good hunt. He can and will pursue obstinate lees for fun. Having stealth on his side is a huge advantage.

His fancy, airier voice turns growly when he’s on the hunt. And, those honeyed words become devilish taunts.

“You might want to run faster, darling. I’m right behind you.~ Perhaps if you surrender, I’ll be merciful.”

Astarion gets a huge ego boost if he manages to get a stubborn lee laughing. "My name sounds wonderful on your lips. But, I would love to hear a 'please'."

If he has to hunt his lee down, it'll be awhile before he lets them go. "You're all mine, tav. Laugh for me~."

#astarion acunin #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 tickle #bg3 tickle #ler!astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #baldurs gate astarion #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 astarion

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ichorai · 29 days

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ties that bind ; nanami kento ; march 30th.

pairing ; nanami kento x reader

drabble synopsis ; you and nanami take an evening walk to feed the stray cats in the neighborhood.

themes ; fluff, slice of life, established relationship (married), parents au

warnings / includes ; suggestive near the end :) also nanami is a cat man and no one can convince me otherwise

series masterlist.

30th march, 2019

“Ah, there’s so many!” you exclaimed in utter delight when another two cats came trotting up to you, joining the three already meandering around your crouched legs. “Kento, we should bring more fish next time. Oh, they’re just so cute.”

You and Nanami were on your routine weekly evening walk around the neighborhood, and this time you’d brought a can of fish for the stray cats you occasionally spotted loitering around. The kind, elderly neighbor the two of you trusted wholly was watching baby Yuriko while you were out.

Your husband made a soft noise of agreement, before lowering himself to a squat next to you, reaching out to run his hand over one of the stray cat’s heads—a small calico with a long, curvy tail. A contented purr rumbled in her throat at the touch.

You continued to preen over the kitties, spooning out fish from the single can you had brought. Nanami watched you with a small smile on his face.

“We should adopt one of them,” you mused, more as a pleasant daydream you were vocalizing out loud rather than an actual suggestion. “I mean, I know we already have our plates full with Yuriko and work… but it would be nice for her to grow up with a pet.”

Hungry meows filled the short silence between the two of you as Nanami thought your words over.

“I don’t see why not,” he replied. He was already feeling partial towards the little calico, with her large orange eyes and sharp snout, tail happily swishing as she munched on some of the flaky fish.

It amused him how you visibly perked, shoulders straightening. “Really?”

“Yes, really. If you want to.”

“Ah, this is so exciting!” You were all smiles then, bouncing on the balls of your heels. You leaned forward to press half a dozen kisses over the side of Nanami’s face in rapid succession. The usually-stoic expression on his face cracked into a bashful, lovesick expression directed towards you. “Looks like these strays have been spayed and neutered. They all have clipped ears.”

Nanami gestured towards the calico, now cleaning her muzzle with her speckled right paw. “I like this one. What do you think?”

“I love all of them,” you admitted with a little sigh. “But I think we can only handle one for now, so—she seems perfect.”

Humming, Nanami reached out to run his large hand over the calico’s back. “We’ll need to stop by a pet store to get everything. Food, a litter box, some enrichment toys, and anything else we might need. Tomorrow after work, maybe?”

“If you’re not too tired,” you quipped with a teasing prod to his shoulder.

“When am I not?” he dryly remarked, before petting the little cat one last time, and pushing himself back up to full height. He reached a hand out to help you onto your feet, curling an arm over your waist. “We can come back tomorrow with a carrier—and if she’s still here, we bring her home.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you replied with an excited bounce. His warm palms gently squeezed your sides over your shirt—Nanami wasn’t a man who got excited, but your energy was deliciously infectious, much like many other things about you. He kissed you then, somehow simultaneously sweet and desperate, his nose pressed up next to yours.

You got the message instantly. “Let’s get home, yeah?” you whispered against his lips, words breathy and eyes alight with both amusement and poorly-masked want. There was a carnal tone to your words, one that he recognized in an instant.

Needless to say, your evening walk turned into a brisk jog back home—the neighbor could watch Yuriko for another half an hour, right?

#nanami kento x reader #nanami kento fanfiction #nanami kento x you #jujutsu kaisen fanfiction #jjk fanfiction #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #nanami kento ff #kento nanami x reader #kento nanami fanfiction #nanami kento fluff #nanami kento drabbles #nanami kento imagines #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk fluff

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dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice · 7 months

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Request from @witheringpain - Could you make a headcanon of how all the autobots/decepticons would react if you died in a war (G1) ?

Will do 🫡🫡🫡

Sorry this is so late but I’ve got so much going on I’ve ended up going through my requests at a snails pace lol.

I haven't done transformers requests in 3-4 years so hello pls don't beat me up over this but here we go anyway:

Warnings: Character Death (Reader), Heavy Descriptions Of Gore And Violence, Themes Of Grieving And Depression

Autobots: (This is mostly Optimus-centred but I included most of the Autobots reactions because this first part was already too long to repeat for each separate character – I’ve also made it platonic)

Also PLEASE keep in mind that I’ve only seen short clips of G1, which is why I don’t write for them often, so the characters may seem a little OOC – if they are I apologise but it’s the best I could do

Ooooh boy, they’re not gonna like that

Let’s say you’re Optimus’s bestie (along with the other autobots ofc)

And let’s keep in mind that G1 Optimus is not as calm/ level headed as TFP Optimus and not as ‘death/kill/angry/rage’ as Bayverse Optimus

So he’s not gonna go round on the battle field murdering left right and centre

But he’s also not gonna just stand there

He’s more likely to turn towards the loud gunshot behind him and watch as your body hits the ground and take a moment

Like it’s not gonna click instantly

He probably thinks you’ve been shot in the leg and he waits a second for you to scream or writhe around in pain

But then your body lops to the side and he sees your eyes frozen wide in shock, with a gaping bullet hole still sizzling and steaming away in the middle of your forehead

And when I say it hits them all

It hits them

HARD

Optimus sort of just stumbles for a moment cuz he can feel every part of himself short-circuit

He also thought his audio receptors had stopped working

But no

It’s the battlefield

It’s dead silent

Everyone seems to have just stopped

He can’t see (cuz he literally cannot take his eyes off your body) but Prowl and Ratchet are nearest

And they’re desperate to run to him but the fact that he’s so still

Ratchet doesn’t dare go near you for a hot minute because it’s not normal for Optimus to be still for that long.

Prowl’s too busy trying to see who shot you, and eventually he spies the steaming barrel of the gun from across the field and he’s instantly seeing red

The decepticon that owns said gun doesn’t look any better

You can practically hear him from how much he’s shaking

Eventually, the dead silence is broken

“What did you do?”

It’s Megatron

He might be Optimus’s sworn enemy

But he knows when to not cross a line

As in murder Optimus’s closest friend

Megatron only murmured it since he was only frozen in place a few metres away

But it was loud enough to break whatever spell Optimus was under

Both decepticons watched in terror as Optimus’s head snapped towards them, his optics wide and glowing brighter than ever

And you know what’s even worse?

His face guard is gone

Sheathed away and full face on display

Now, let’s clarify that you, are the only person in the existence of ever, to know what he looks like under the mask

And the fact that everyone can see his full face right now shows exactly how out of control his emotions are right now

He’s heaving, he’s shaking, and there’s coolant streaming down his face because guess what cybertronians can cry

In his millions of years fighting wars, Megatron can’t recall a time he’s ever seen such despair on a bots face

Let alone on Optimus

The sounding of creaking metal brings everyone’s attention back on Optimus

And it takes a moment for everyone to realise where the noise is coming from but soon enough they watch as his servo tightens even more around his axe, the creaking noise becoming louder

And all of a sudden everyone’s like:

Oh shit

The decepticon that shot you is like

Shit shit shit shit

And Megatron accepts he’s gonna be a Con down after today because looking at the state that Prime is in he knows it’s not worth it

He looks to the Con who is pleading for help with his eyes and just shrugs

“I think you’re on your own now :)”

Megatron along with everyone else takes a step back as Optimus begins to move

He’s not running, no

Just walking

His optics not moving from the con in front of him as he strides over.

Eventually the con drops his gun with a cry and frantically runs into the woods behind him

But Optimus keeps his speed at walking pace

Which is even more terrifying

Megatron just moves aside raising his hands in surrender as he passes

Because a heaving, blank-faced, mask-less Optimus unconsciously dragging a weapon behind him is not something he wants to try and pester right now

Soon Optimus disappears into the woods after the Con

And everyone remains silent and unmoving as they listen

Pedesteps every now and again are heard from within the trees

Minutes pass and no one is yet to move, too occupied with straining their audials for a noise

Though it isn’t long until everyone flinches as a terrified shriek rips through the air, causing the birds to scatter

A string of frantic pleads of help follow

Until they are replaced with screams as loud clangs of metal on metal are heard

But soon the screams are drowned out by the clangs and soon enough the sounds of the Con are no more

But the clanging doesn’t stop

It just keeps going in a steady rhythm

Until one final loud smash reverberates through the air

And it is silent once again

Everyone else takes this as their cue

Megatron instantly transforms and takes off

And it isn’t long before the rest of the Decepticons follow, leaving the Autobots to themselves

The following silence is soon broken as Ratchet finally moves towards your body

Wiping the coolant that won’t seem to stop streaming down his face, he kneels down to scoop your lifeless form into his arms

Prowl drags himself over to you both, his pedes never feeling so heavy

With a dark solemn look on his faceplates, he stares at your corpse in the medics arms

After a moment, he slowly lifts his servo towards your face, where your face is still frozen in a terrified expression

And as gently as he can, he takes two digits and places them above your optic lids before sliding them closed

That seemed to be a tipping point for Ratchet as he broke down in heaving sobs

His frame trembling as he tried to keeps both himself and you balanced as everyone around looked at him in both surprise and pity

This is a first because Ratchet is probably the least likely to react so emotionally to death

He been witnessing it almost every day for the past few million years after all

But you were someone special

Someone he thought would be the last person to die so suddenly

Someone he thought he would have time to save, and time to grieve

But that’s what war does

It has no mercy with anyone

No matter who someone is and how special they are

And Ratchet thought he had come to terms with that idea

But the scene he gave showed everyone he hadn’t quite accepted it fully

Prowl wanted to break down too

He wanted to scream into the heavens and beyond, cursing out those who took you from them but also hoping you could hear him

A sign to show that you were still here with them

But he knew it would prove useless

And with Ratchet gone too far into his own mind

He knew it was his turn to be the level headed one

Now wasn’t the time to flip tables and punch walls

He didn’t want to show his emotional instability in front of the others

So he joined Ratchet by his side, a servo slowly soothing up and down the medic’s trembling back struts.

He noted that Optimus still hadn’t returned from the woods

But that wasn’t who he was concerned about at the moment

As if on cue, three sets of bouncing footsteps along with energised voices were heard as they got nearer

Everyone tensed at the sound, and slowly turned towards the outstretch of cliff nearby where the voices owners would soon be revealed

Prowl left Ratchet’s side after one last reassuring pat, leaving the now slightly calmer bot to cradle you

Turning the corner, he was met with two bright sets of yellow and one red

Bumblebee, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker had returned from their reconnaissance, playing and shoving at each other joyously after a seemingly successful mission, ready to hear what had become of the fight they missed

Though that all halted when they caught sight of a silent Prowl who was suspiciously not scolding them for returning so late

Coming to a stop, they eyed him, Sideswipe talking first:

“We just saw Megatron and his goons flying away! Did you flip enough tables to scare them off or something?”

That set the three of them into another fit of giggles

But coming to a stop again at the sight of Prowls door wings not springing up in frustration like they usually do

“Say Prowl, what’s got your tailpipe in a twist?” Sunstreaker piped up

Prowl opened his mouth, and got exactly one vowel out before going silent again. He did this several times before eventually giving up.

Ok this was different

Prowl always has something to reply with

“What happened.” Demanded Bumblebee

Despite being a joyous bot, Bumblebee knew when it was time to be serious, and Prowl being lost for words meant that only the worst could have happened

Prowl tried to reply again, but his voice box betrayed him for a second time

Without a second thought Bumblebee strode ahead, brushing aside Prowls outstretched servo and rounded the corner

At a first glance all he could see was every bot crowded around something, but when he called out they all parted to reveal something he wished he could never see

A pained cry of despair echoed throughout the forested valley, and Sideswipe and Sunstreaker didn’t hesitate for a second as they sprinted around the corner to their friend with Prowl hot on their heels

The sight before them was the one thing they never wanted

Bumblebee was being held back as he tried to reach for whatever Ratchet had in his arms, howling and crying out as he stretched his arm as far as he could

The two bots rushed to try and help the others in restraining him, but both stumbled in shock as they caught sight of your lifeless corpse

Soon the bots had to be divided as they wrestled the three young bots that were wailing in anguish for their friend

Bumblebee had given up at this point, his head on Prowls shoulder as he stared at you with a glazed unmoving expression

The twins were worse off, crying and screaming in everyone’s faces until their voice boxes gave out, demanding what had happened and why they weren’t able to save you, why Ratchet wasn’t able to save you, but all the bots and the medic could do was look down to not make any further eye contact.

Not long after the screaming match another set of footsteps were heard getting nearer, and a hush fell over everyone, including the twins after pleas from the others, as they all stared at the silhouette emerging from the foliage

As the bot moved into the sunlight, everyone’s optics widened at the sight

Optimus had returned, but he was barely recognisable

Well

You could still tell it was him

But his paintjob was almost unidentifiable

Blue and red peeked through the streaks and smears of pink and magenta, the energon from the unlucky con splattered all over his frame

The worst parts were on his axe and up his arms, his paintjob covered almost entirely with energon still dripping from those areas along with chunks of metal that slowly slid down his frame, looking suspiciously similar to the con’s paintjob

The most horrifying part, though, was his axe

Which looked like it had come straight out of a horror movie

Through the energon and bits of metal that covered the blades, one half seemed to have bent, the blade curving in a way that would fit a cybertronians head shape after hitting it with the force of a mountain

Which is probably what happened

It’s also probably what made that extra load bang at the end

But no one really cared about that

They were too busy trying to figure out what Optimus would do next

Which was a bit difficult considering he was just standing there not saying a word and just staring ahead into the distance

A beat passed before shuffling was heard and Bumblebee broke away from Prowls embrace and rushed towards the Prime

Despite everyone wanting to stop him, they were too scared of going near Optimus at this point

Reaching Optimus, Bumblebee threw himself around him, not caring about the height difference

This seemed to bring Prime out of his trance, half lidded optics looking down at the smaller bot

Though it wasn’t long before Optimus gently pried Bumblebee’s servos away, holding them in his own

The bots watched albeit tense as the taller bot stared down at his smaller companion

All it took was for Bee to look up whilst blinking back tears of coolant for Optimus to drop his axe with a clang and scoop him into his arms, their helms buried into each other’s neck cables, and Bumblebee’s sobbing started up again

After a minute, they pulled away from each other, and Bee tried to say something through the hiccupping of his voice box, but the Prime stopped him with a servo on his shoulder and a small smile that was far from reaching his optics

Which everyone could see since he had yet to re-engage his mask

But they made sure not to bring it up

Soon Optimus was back on his pedes and picking up his axe, gently leading Bumblebee back to the group

Reaching Ratchet, he placed a servo on his shoulder

“Let’s get them back to the ship old friend."

Decepticons: (This one’s a bit shorter I’m afraid – I struggled with coming up with anything for anyone else so this is more headcanon-y)

Warnings: Character Death (AKA YOU), Heavy Descriptions of Gore, Themes of Grieving and Depression.

Now with the decepticons it can be a little different

Depending on what kind of relationship you’ve formed and with who

The Autobots are all tight knit in some way

Whereas with the cons

You could’ve been working with them for eons

But if you’re just another soldier that has been recruited

Then those higher up aren’t gonna bat an optic

They might notice your posts being replaced

But that’s it

However

If you’re higher ranking and have formed some type of relationship with them

Then things are going to go down differently

Soundwave would be inconsolable for a while

The only ones allowed near him were his minicons

Who would scuttle out his berthroom to grab some energon for their robodad, before quickly disappearing back into the dark room

He wouldn’t come out until Megatron demanded entry

And the minocons along with a few others would wait around the corner in the corridor

Tying to get within earshot but failing nonetheless

Megatron then walked out, not bothering with the troops who scattered as soon as he appeared

It would be another day before Soundwave would emerge

But he wouldn’t answer anyone about how he was

He simply got on with his tasks as he did before

Overworking so much that he would have to be dragged to recharge

Life would resume as normal

But during his weekly spying sessions through the security cameras

Starscream would note the pauses the quiet con would take

Each time in the exact same spot

Standing in front of the doors to the comms room where you had worked

Staring in as if he was looking for you to spring out on him

But you never did

Speaking of Starscream

It’s a bit of a 50/50 with him

You could be any rank

And considering how desperate he is to overthrow Megatron and lead the Decepticons

There’s a chance that he could be so obsessed and caught up in his scheming

That he just doesn’t have the spare time to get to know you or basically care about you in any way

But if we went with the other half

And you were someone he had befriended and roped into his overthrowing plans

Then your death would throw him off track big time

It would take him forever to comprehend the fact that the one con he could trust properly on his ship was in pieces that were now drifting somewhere through space

To the other cons he was just being himself after your death

So just annoying

Complaining how he now had to figure out how to achieve the tasks he had set you for universal dominance as well as his own

But the heaving sobs and wails that echoed through the ships corridors late at night said otherwise

Ravage made the unlucky mistake of walking in on Starscream as he curled up underneath his desk

Though not much time was spent inside as Ravage high tailed it out of there, narrowly dodging something being thrown as the seeker screamed for them to get out

Skywarp and Thundercracker had a hard time as well

Feeling the immense grief flowing through the bond of their trine mate’s spark as they watched him brush you off as just another accomplice in front of everyone else

Now

Onto boss man

Megatron would practically explode

He would be throwing himself into every battle and every autobot he can get his servos on

The one commander, apart from soundwave, he could trust with his life

Gone

In a puff of smoke

Well..

More like an explosion

AKA you were blasted to smithereens before he could pull you free from the collapsing power reactor

He would be frozen in place, your decapitated servo still grasped in his own

Bits of wiring and armour plating surrounding him on the floor

Along with the pink flames of your energon that had ignited as it hit the burning debris

He doesn’t quite remember what happened next

All he could recall were flashes of the bodies of other autobots as he tore them apart

And he found himself sat in the medbay, glaring unfocused at the metal floor

And now, in his berth room eons later, he still finds himself staring at the floor

Feeling as useless as the glass case that sat upon his shelf

Where a single servo laid, refusing to rust

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hayleythesugarbowl · 6 months

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can you do a one shot for courtney where the reader sees an edit of shane and courtney on her phone, and gets jealous/insecure but doesn't say anything. And courtney being able to see that there's something bothering r, but decides to wait till she comes to them. She doesn't, but Court mentions something about like a live with Shane and R makes a snarky comment and then it all just clicks and Courtney is quick to tell reader there's nothing she should be jealous of and they only love her.

Only You || Courtney Miller x reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • smosh masterlist ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧⋆

summary: when you begin to get jealous of courtney and shayne’s relationship, courtney assures you that you’re the one they love

word count: 1.2k

warnings: none

a/n: hope you enjoy this love!! i actually love this idea sm and it works perfectly for a short little fic <3💋🎀

edit: well this didn’t age well 🤭🩰 congratulations to shayne + courtney on their marriage!!

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“Try Not To Laugh is starting in 30 minutes,” you heard one of the directors call. You were done with your makeup a little early, but that was ok. It would give you a second to relax before the shoot started.

You looked at all of your coworkers around you passing the time and you did the same thing, sitting down to wait and pulling out your phone to begin to endlessly scroll while you waited. That was as good a way to pass the time as any, right?

You were barely focusing on what you were seeing. Book recommendations, the newest makeup hack, out of context clips from some reality show.

You sat up straight. The video currently on your screen caught your attention. It was a fan made edit of Shayne, one of your coworkers, and Courtney, another one of your coworkers who also happened to be your partner of nearly a month.

You watched in the video as a bunch of shots of Shayne and Courtney hugging and glancing at each other—and even one of them kissing—were put together while the words to a Taylor Swift song ran across the screen.

You gripped your phone tighter. You couldn’t look away.

“Oh, I’ve seen that video,” you turned around to find Amanda watching over your shoulder. “Isn’t it amazing? Some of these fans are crazy talented. I almost believe they’re dating.”

“Almost,” you managed through closed teeth. You knew Amanda didn’t know that you and Courtney were dating. How could she know when you’d been sure to keep it private? You hadn’t told any of your coworkers yet. But the comment still stung.

You shut off your phone and took a deep breath. The worst part was, this wasn’t the first one of these you’d seen. Sure, the most convincing maybe. But you had seen a number of edits centering around their relationship. Add that to the constant slew of comments shipping them, the infamous fanfiction you’d heard about, and everyone at Smosh’s comments about Shayne and Courtney being ‘work spouses’ and you could almost believe they were together too.

When you’d first joined Smosh (and started dating Courtney not long after) you’d recognized how close them and Shayne seemed. You’d been ready to dismiss it as merely a friendship but lately you weren’t so sure. Did you have something to be worried about?

“Hey guys, what’s up?” Courtney walked over to where you and Amanda were sitting. They smiled at you and you managed a weak smile back.

“We were just—” Amanda started, but you interrupted her.

“Nothing,” you told them. You did not want to have this conversation now. Because then you’d have to tell Courtney the truth and you definitely didn’t want to do that. How would they react if they realized you were that jealous and insecure?

Courtney furrowed their brow, “Oh ok. I was just going to ask if (Y/n) wanted to run to get coffee with me before we start shooting.”

You knew what they meant. Whenever you could, you and Courtney tried to sneak away to have a little alone time without everyone’s eyes on you. They now smiled at you expectantly but you honestly didn’t have it in you to pretend like everything was fine and that you weren’t questioning your relationship.

“I just had some coffee, actually,” you said smiling, “You go ahead.”

Courtney looked at you like you’d slapped them in the face and you felt bad, you really did. “Oh ok, I’ll ask Shayne or someone if they want to come with.”

As they started to walk away you suddenly didn’t feel bad anymore. You were sure they’d rather go with Shayne anyway. You were just helping them by getting out of the way, you thought bitterly.

By the end of the week—a week filled with watching Shayne and Courtney talking and laughing and how had you never noticed this before?—you were ready to go home for the weekend.

You were headed out the door when you heard, “You ready to go?”

You turned around to find Courtney standing there with their keys in their hand. You had forgotten that Courtney was your ride that day.

You nodded and waited until they caught up to you before falling into step beside them.

“It feels like this week went faster than usual,” they said, “Doesn’t it?”

You nodded, thinking that actually it drug on and on and you couldn’t wait to be away from work, but you didn’t say anything of the sort and you saw Courtney turn to look at you while you kept your eyes firmly on the ground.

“(Y/n), are you ok?” They asked you.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You asked back, attempting a smile.

You assumed they had probably noticed you acting differently that week even though you had done your best to act normal. But it was hard when you had to pretend everything was normal and fine when it wasn’t.

You kept walking. Courtney chattered on about their day and your coworkers throughout the whole long walk to their car.

“So, are you here on Monday?” They asked you.

“I am,” you answered, “But only for a couple of hours. I have a few things to do and then I’ll be out. You?”

“Same, but I have to be here early. I have a live with Shayne that I’m doing in the morning.”

You kept walking but you clenched your fist tight. Of course.

“Oh?” Was all you could manage.

“We’re giving dating advice and stuff like that. Should be fun!”

“Yeah, well I’m sure you and Shayne would just love talking about dating together,” you bit out. You couldn’t help it. You didn’t mean to say anything to Courtney. To let them know what you were feeling. But it just came out. You couldn’t take it anymore.

Courtney looked at you for a moment before realization dawned on their face.

“Is that why you’ve been acting strange lately? Because of Shayne and me?” Courtney asked.

“It just seems like you two are a lot more than friends,” you mumbled, embarrassed.

Courtney closed the distance between you and pulled you into an embrace.

“(Y/n), you don’t have to worry about that. Ever,” they said leaning back a little to look at you. “Shayne and I are good friends, but that’s it. I promise. Ok?”

You nodded, “I know and I’m sorry, I was being stupid. It’s just—I don’t want to lose you.”

Courtney rubbed your back. “You never have to worry about that. I love you. It’s you, (Y/n). It’s only you. I’m yours forever.”

Tears spring to your eyes as you realized how foolish you’d been and how lucky you were to have Courtney. You loved them and they loved you.

You hugged them tighter as you said, “I love you, Court.”

“I just wish you’d come to me,” Courtney said, “If you’ve been feeling this way for a while.”

“I just didn’t want you to think I was a pathetic and jealous girlfriend all the time,” you said quietly.

“Well, you have no reason to be jealous and you could never be pathetic,” they said, “and you can always talk to me. About anything.”

“And I will,” you said, “from now on.”

You both stood there in the silence for a moment before you they it.

“So what do you say we get some coffee now?” They asked you. “Not with Shayne. Just me and you.”

“I would love that,” you said, taking their hand, “I would love that a lot.”

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ I hope you enjoyed this, I adore writing for courtney!! have a lovely week <3

#courtney miller x reader #courtney miller #smosh #smosh imagine #smosh fanfiction #smoshblr #smosh pit #smosh squad #shayne topp #fanfiction #fanfic #reader insert #x reader

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floydstruly · 6 months

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fallin’, fallin’, frozen, slowly.

synopsis: ice skater au featuring you and the tweels! a short birthday special I wanted to do for them

cw. none! as always, this is not proofread!! but also, reader wears hair clips in jade’s part (?) if you’re worried about that also jade calls the reader princess oopsies??

note. working on my requests I swear ^__^ also!! thank you to platinum jacket floyd for coming home I have all the birthday floyd cards now <33 (blatant floyd bias)

pairing: floyd leech x gn!reader / jade leech c gn!reader

Floyd Leech as the most snarky, smug captain of a hockey team. He’s prideful, almost too prideful you’d say. He’s loud and rowdy, just like the rest of his team, you hate him, you hate him to all hell.

You, on the other hand, are a figure skater, with the misfortune of sharing an ice rink with Floyd.

Whenever he watches you practise, he cheers you on, but in a way that makes you embarrassed, in a way that makes your face red, in a way that makes you just wish he was dead already.

To him, it’s friendly banter, to you, it’s mocking.

Before he knows it, he falls in love with you, it’s hard not to, with all the time you spend together. But really, you wouldn’t dream of dating him. So every time he confesses or asks you out on a date, you refuse. He takes it as a challenge.

A sharp turn, a twirl–the thin fabric of your sparkly costume does no favours to keep yourself warm. Though, on the contrary, you’ve never felt more alive. Your cheeks puff out, red, your body cutting through the cold wind as you land, the blades of your skates shaving off the ice into little shards when you halt to an abrupt stop. There’s clapping, whistling, and hollering in the distance, then, a familiar–annoying–shrill voice cheering for you.

There is no mistaking it, really, it was hard to do in the first place. Floyd Leech, the insufferable captain of the local hockey team. You scoff at the title though, it’s not like they’re very well known–and yet, they play with so much vigour every time you spare a glance at them.

You hate the hockey team, they’re loud, they’re rowdy and on the off chance that they show up to practise before you, they ruin the ice. Floyd is no exception, actually, he may be the one you hate most, chaotic. He’s the embodiment of chaos–the complete opposite to your composure.

You heaved a long sigh, still out of breath as you took a bow for the judges–your eyebrows furrowing when you were forced off the ice and met with those two mismatched eyes. His lanky body blocks your way, his arm leans against the exit.

“What do you want? You’re early today.” you ask, arms crossed and not even bothering to look him in the eyes. Yes, he was early today, usually, he’d come a couple minutes later, your practice wasn’t even close to finished yet, “you’ve come to annoy me, is that it?”

“No!” he insists quickly, for a moment, he almost seems hurt. That would never be the case, you know better–he laughs after his initial response and backtracks with that smug smile on his face. One that you would do anything to wipe off. “Well, yes! I always do that, y’know that already, shrimpy. That’s besides the point.”

“Then get to the point.”

“You’re always so mean!” he whines, how childish–you can only roll your eyes, with nothing left to say, you try to leave and slip out of the small free space by his side. He’s quick to block your way, it’s not hard, he’s so freakishly tall.

“Hey! I have something to say!”

“I gave you a chance to say it.” you dodge when he tries to hug you, nearly slipping on the ice. God, how embarrassing.

He plays the hero, he catches you just barely as you are falling. The air is knocked out of your lungs, your eyes find anywhere else to look at but him–he would be the last person that you would expect to help you. Yet, there you are, your cheeks red from the cold and your heart pounding in your eyes from the adrenaline. You look him in the eyes.

“Hah! You’re real pretty like that.” he pulls you up, perhaps with a little too much strength because he falls over too, your head lands on his chest. You can hear the gentle thump of his heart.

“Let's go on a date!” he says abruptly, “yeah, I just remembered what I wanted to say just now.”

“On a date?” you look up at him, his arm still wrapped around you. It’s warm now, yet, your cheeks are still red, not from the temperature, but from something else, something new, something you refuse to admit.

“Go to hell!” you shuffle back onto your feet, or, you try to, the ground is still slippery–you’re still in your skates. You fall back onto him.

He only laughs, “I’ll take that as a yes!”

Jade Leech as a figure skater, your upperclassman, someone who you admire. He’s always so graceful, elegant, calculated with the way he moves his body.

He practises with you frequently, only because you catch him when he is headed on the ice and soon, it becomes a friendship, then something that’s borderline partnership when he decides he wants to skate with you as a partner.

When you watch him practise, you’re always mesmerised, even more so when you are there with him, close to him, he’s almost within your grasp.

He’s cheeky, teases you. But it’s fine, you suppose, you get to see a side of him that very few get to see. Something sincere underneath that mask of his, that always cold wall that separates him and the rest of the world, save for a select few people.

Your heartbeat drowns it out. Everything, the judges watching the two of you intently, the clash of your skates against the ice, his breath against your skin–it’s warm, the only thing that keeps you in reality while you are in his arms dancing an elaborate waltz on ice. The music plays, you make a couple missteps, you can’t help it. He’s gorgeous.

The gentle sway of his body as he guides your amateurish steps into the routine. You really don’t even care that you are being graded on this performance nor the fact that you are embarrassing yourself. At least you think you are. He looks down at you with such a gentle smile, you nearly forget everything you’ve learnt.

Then the music ceases with one final beat, he stands beside you, his body in a deep bow–you can barely see him breathing. Meanwhile, you are trying to catch your breath frantically. Only now, do you see the distance in skill between the two of you. Not that you mind, it gives you more time to spend with him, look at him, at those fascinating eyes of his.

“Good work today.” he says, he’s already back into his regular running shoes, as you fumble back onto the ground outside the ice rink–clumsily, still in your godforsaken skates, his soothing voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

“What?” you look around, there’s no one else he could be referring to, still, you think you’ve done far from ‘good’, maybe mediocre or bad would be the right word to describe it, “me?”

“Yes, you.” he places his hand on your cheek, it’s still cold. You notice, but you don’t flinch, he’s always cold. He always seems distant, in another world, one that you can’t reach, one that keeps you so infatuated with him. Everything about him seems almost otherworldly. He carries himself with such refined movements.

He ruffles your hair, undoing all the knots and hair clips that you put in earlier. The accessories fall out of place and onto the floor. He laughs, his usually gentle–yet, never over the top smile is broken, he seems human again, if not, only just for a fleeting moment.

“Hey!” you chase after him as he runs away from you, kicking away all your hair clips all over the place. Of course, you don’t catch him, you fall face flat onto the floor when the blades of your skates slip.

“Oh my.” he’s still laughing, hysterically–or, as hysteric as he can get. He helps you up, almost like a prince would a princess and you swear your heart skips a beat. Perhaps he notices too, because he kisses the back of your hand.

“Are you okay, my princess?”

“Oh, shut up!” you push him away, despite enjoying the moment, a part of you doesn’t want to admit it. But you know that he knows, he knows every little detail about you.

“Now, now, that isn’t any way to speak to an upperclassman.” he brings himself closer to you, closer, and closer–close enough to give you a kiss on the lips. Of course, he doesn’t, he sweeps you off your feet and holds you in place.

You squeeze your eyes shut, there’s something faint on your cheek, it lingers for quite a while–his lips.

“Now you’ve done it!” before you know it, you are chasing him again, falling–head over heels again.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #floyd leech x reader #jade leech x reader

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lucascsinclairs · 1 year

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I got an ask about my gif making process, and my reply started getting way too long so I figured I'd make an updated gif tutorial/a rundown of what my giffing process looks like today. I hope this is helpful!

The anon mentioned how they really want to start making gif posts but they don't know how to, and I really was in that same spot three years ago, seeing all the pretty gifs people were making and wanting to do the same thing but just not knowing how.

I taught myself to make gifs from many different tutorials I found on here, and now years later my method is a mix-match of all of them. In this post I’ll go through my personal process but first I will link some great resource blogs that have more in-depth tutorials and resources on all different aspects of gif-making.

Both @usergif and @completeresources have great organized tutorial pages that I check all the time for different techniques. They’re so helpful! For beginners I’d recommend *these * *tutorials* for example.

For a walkthrough of my giffing process, keep reading!

First steps

Alright, let's start with the basics: I make my gifs on Photoshop and I currently have the 2023 version, so keep that in mind when looking at the screenshots I included, since there can me small differences between versions.

There are really two main ways to start out the giffing process on Photoshop. You can take consequent screenshots of the scene you want to gif and then use ‘Scripts’ and ‘Load Files into Stack’ to load them into Photoshop. I used to use this method before, and my previous giffing tutorial explains all the steps for it, as do the gif tutorials I linked.

But these days I use the other method, which involves making a shorter clip of the scene you want to gif and then using 'File' > ‘Import’ > ‘Video Frames to Layers’ to import the clip into Photoshop.

The difference between the two methods isn’t really that big, just up to personal preference and what fits your workflow best. I think the reason why I switched over was just cause I found it annoying dealing with all the screenshots.

My current process starts with opening a clip I want to gif with ‘Video Frames to Layers’. In the window that opens, I use the little arrows to select the exact shot I want to use. Here it's good to include a couple frames from before and after the exact shot you want to gif. That way you can make sure to get the whole shot included.

When the frames load up, this is what my set up view looks like. It might look different depending on the version of Photoshop, and also depending on your personal customizations, but this is what my workspace looks like. In order to get this view, make sure you have 'Timeline' selected from the 'Window' menu from the top bar.

Real quick to help make the tutorial more clear even if you’re not that familiar with Photoshop yet, the three main views I’ll be talking about are the frames, the layers and then the adjustments. Frames are the little film-reel-looking horizontal row on the bottom, and the layers are the vertical stacked row on the right. I have the adjustments on the right above the layers.

To start off, we’ll be working with frames. Since I selected some extra buffer frames from the clip in the import phase, now I'll first delete those frames that I don’t need by selecting a frame and then clicking the little trash can icon under the row of frames. When you are left with the shots you want to use, go to the menu of the three little lines on the top right of the frames view and pick ‘Select All Frames’.

Now that they’re all selected, you can set the frame delay. This basically just means how “quick” your gif will be. There are different preferences to this, but generally you’d want to pick a delay from 0.05 to maybe 0.1 for really short gifs that you need to be slower. My go-to is a frame delay of 0.07.

Whichever number you go with, you’ll chance it by clicking the tiny downward arrow on one of the frames (with all the frames selected). From the window, pick ‘Other’ and then type in your number.

Resizing and cropping

After this it’s time to resize and crop your gif. Here there are again some different methods you can use, in my previous tutorial I used the Crop tool and then resized the image. But these days I do this in a different way. Again, what way you use is all up to preference.

So what I do is make sure that all the frames are selected, and then from the menu I pick ‘Copy Frames’. After copying the frames, I make a whole new file from ‘File’ and ‘New’. This will be the canvas where I’ll make the final product of the gif, making it the exact size I want the gif to be. I prefer this method because with it you can alter the cropped area easier to see what looks best. Also this way if you’ve initially loaded a lot of unnecessary frames that you deleted previously, this way only the layers that are left transfer over and it’s less bloated in the layers panel.

In the "New Document' window pick your gif size (keep in mind the Tumblr dimensions of 540 pixels wide for big, all-across gifs, and 268 pixels wide for side-by-side gifs). With today’s gif I went with the dimensions of 540x450.

When the new file opens up, select ‘Create Video Timeline’, then from the bottom left corner click ‘Convert to Frame Animation’ and then from the three-line menu select ‘Paste Frames’. After your frames load in, you can delete the first blank frame.

Now you will resize and crop your gif. Make sure to select all frames again and then press CTRL/Command + T to activate the Transform tool. Use the guide lines that appeared to drag and resize the gif to fit your canvas. Play the gif by clicking the play button under the frame row to test how it moves within the canvas and move it around until it looks right. You can also go and change the canvas size from ‘Image’ and ‘Canvas Size’ if you want to.

At this point my gif looks like this:

When you’re happy with the cropping, it’s time to start adjusting the gif!

Lighting

For coloring and lighting the gif, we’ll move over to the right to the Layers panel. Make sure you have the top layer selected. We will be using Adjustment Layers to change the appearance of the gif, and they will change the layers below them, so this way we make sure the changes apply to all layers.

There really are so many ways you can edit and adjust your gifs, these are just the methods I use the most. So, open up the Adjustments view and let’s get started!

(side note: Lighting dark scenes is a whole different topic, so for this basic tutorial I picked a well-lit shot so we won’t have to worry about all of that when lighting it.)

I usually start with the Curves layer. Pick the bottom eyedropper tool on the left, with the white tip. With this, click on the brightest part of the gif to set the white point. This is especially useful with gifs that have some kind of a color tint (for example the green hue in the Hawkins Lab flashback scenes). By picking the white point, it will adjust not only the lighting but also the hues of the gif.

After picking the initial white point, you can go in and adjust. From the RGB dropdown menu, pick the individual color channel (Red, Green, Blue) and drag and adjust the curve until the colors and lighting look good to you. Here again, it’s all up to your personal preference. I personally prefer coloring that is more on the warmer side, so in this phase I usually strengthen the reds in the gif and tone down the greens. Remember, this is just the first phase of coloring, it doesn’t have to look perfect right away.

Next, go back to Adjustments and make another Curves layer on top of the first one. This time pick the top eyedropper tool with the black tip. Then click on the darkest part of the gif to set the black point. I don’t always do this, especially with dark scenes, but in neutral lighting like this, it can help with the contrast and make the coloring more vivid. Here you can once again adjust the RGB curves individually until you’re happy with the result. Oh but don’t think we’re done with the Curves layers just yet! After the white point and black point layers, I usually open a third Curves adjustment layer for lighting the gif. Here I usually stick to the overall curve, not going into the individual color channel ones. I drag and adjust the curve to make the lighting of the gif look good. And here’s what my gif looks like with all the Curves layers:

The brightness is starting to look pretty good now, but I’ll just add a couple more adjustment layers that I usually use. Again, this is just my process, all the layers aren't always essential and their usefulness really varies depending on the specific shot you’re working with. My advice, especially when starting out with adjustment layers, is to try out different adjustments to see what they do and how they make the gif look. If it looks bad, no worries, just CTRL/Command+Z it away!

So at this point I usually apply a Levels layer to brighten a little and then to deepen the shadows a bit to up the contrast. Then a Brightness/Contrast layer and maybe an Exposure layer to help do the same thing. I find that by using the different tools and making small adjustments in each one, it makes the lighting look nice. After these layers, here’s what the gif looks like:

Coloring

Now it’s time for the actual coloring! My favorite part! There are a billion different ways to color a gif and a billion different styles to go for. Here I’ll be doing a pretty neutral, natural coloring, but I also love my exaggerated, color-themed sets. Let me know if you’d like to hear my tips for those in another post!

With my workflow, I usually begin coloring with a Selective Color adjustment layer. And on there, I tend to always go straight for the Yellow view. There my go-to is to drag down the Cyan slider, since like I mentioned, I usually go for a warm-toned look. Here again my advice is to just mess around with the different sliders, see what they do, test them out to find a coloring you like. You can do the same thing with the Hue and Saturation layer, picking different colors in the gif and adjusting them to how you want them to look. The shot we’re working with doesn’t need a ton of color manipulation, so I won’t be doing too much with these layers, but they allow you to make some really cool colorful stuff!

The Color Balance adjustment is up next, and it’s great at unifying the colors and also making the color shades look nicer after lighting. Especially with dark gifs, brightening a scene can make the darks look a bit muddy, so editing the Shadows of Color Balance can help with that.

And lastly when I’m done with all the coloring layers, I apply a Vibrance layer on top, usually to up the Vibrance and Saturation, since I love my bright saturated colors. This shot is pretty bright on its own so I won’t have to tweak it a lot.

Once I’ve got all the adjustment layers in place, I’ll usually group all of them together. You can do this by selecting all the adjustment layers and then pressing CTRL/Command+G to put them into a group folder. I like to have it organized like that and it also makes it easier to look between the original gif and the adjusted one by toggling the little eye icon on the left of the folder. This way you can check if there’s something you still want to change, or if you want to tone down some adjustments. With today’s gif I went and lightened the shadows a little. But after that I was happy with the coloring, and the gif looked like this:

Sharpening

It’s almost time to export the final product! But before that I'll sharpen the gif. I know many people like to sharpen their gifs before coloring them, that’s a pretty common way to do it. This is just the order I learned to do this in. I think it’s fun to sharpen last so that it’s kind of like a final polish to the gif!

To prep the gif for sharpening, go to the bottom left of the frames and select ‘Convert to video timeline’. Now go back to the right and select all the layers in the layers view, the adjustment layers and all. Then with all of them selected, right-click to open a menu and from it, pick ‘Convert to Smart Object’. Now your layers are all in one object.

From the top row menu, pick ‘Filter’ then ‘Sharpen’ and ‘Smart Sharpen’. In the window that opens, pick these settings:

Then repeat the same thing, with the Smart Object still selected but now apply these settings:

(I have made these steps into an action, so I can do it with a simple click)

Exporting

With the sharpening done, our gif is ready!

To export it, go to ‘File’ and ‘Export’ and ‘Save for Web (Legacy).

A window opens up showing you the export settings. The first thing I do in this window is check the size of the gif, which can be found in the bottom left under the preview image. The Tumblr gif size limit is 10MB, so you need to stay below that. If the gif is bigger, I go back and make it shorter by deleting frames from the start or end of the gif. There are other ways to reduce the file size, but this is usually what I do. With today’s gif the size is around 5MB so we’re all good!

If you want to preview the gif in a moving form, click ‘Preview’ from under the file size, and it will open in your browser.

On the right of the preview image in the Export window you can see a bunch of different settings. In the screenshot you can see the settings I use, you can test them out and then tweak them to your liking. I usually keep them the same, though sometimes if there’s some pixelation in areas of the gif I test switching out ‘Adaptive’ to ‘Selective’ or ‘Diffusion’ to ‘Pattern’. But these are the settings I use in 99% of my gifs, and what I have found give the nicest end result for me.

When you’re all set with the settings you can save your gif into its folder and then you’re all done!

So there we have it! A basic rundown of my giffing process. I tried to keep it as clear and informative as possible, but I know I can get rambly so I hope this was helpful! For more details and tips, please refer to the tutorials I linked. There really are so many useful tutorials on here to learn from.

Lastly I'll add that making gifs is a creative art form and a skill like any other. You aren't going to be perfect at it on your first try, it takes practice and trial and error. When I look back on my first gifs I can see a hundred things that I would fix now that I have more experience. And the same will for sure be the case if I look at my current posts a couple years from now.

Figuring things out, learning what you like to gif and developing your style is what I find the most fun about the whole gif making process. I've been making them for three years now and I can say that I've developed a style that feels my own. And I swear, every time I see someone leave a tag to my post saying that they like my coloring and the style of my gifs, it always makes me so happy.

If you're thinking of starting to make gifs, I say go for it, give it a go, and have fun with it! 💛

#kaisa talks #tutorial #gif tutorial #gif resources #answered #this turned into a mile-long post #but i hope it can be helpful!#long post

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azulera · 9 months

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Manny

Pairing: Marcus Rashford x Black Reader

Summary: You give Marcus a manicure (and he thanks you).

Notes: i need Rashy so badly like yall do not understand… his weird fingernails and all. this was supposed to be short and family friendly but the ending … u can tell what im going thru ——————————————————————————

She had found a rhythm, was nearly finished with the last two nails of his left hand when Marcus flinched, hissing as the blades cut a little too close. He turned his head from the random episode of Bake-off playing on the bedroom television, but her eyes stayed focused on the cuticle scissors in her hand, lip caught between her teeth.

“Sorry, baby, I'm almost done. You’re doing so good.”

“S’okay.” He mumbled, and lifted his right hand from her thigh to inspect the digits, his other still resting in the gap between her crossed legs. They’d been clipped, filed, and even lovingly coated with a moisturizer she ordered specialty from Japan, and he gave them a quiet, but pleased “Looks nice.” She looked up from her task a moment just to smile.

“You’re sure you don’t want clear gloss on top? It’ll make them shiny.”

“Don’t need them to be shiny. Just healthy, innit. So long as they’re not bleedin, fallin off, then I’m good.”

She frowned.

“That’s a poor way to think about your body, though. You wouldn’t say the same if it was your knees, or toes.”

He shrugged. “Me legs and feet are way more important. Don’t need hands so much to do what I need to.”

“Don’t you want Jesse and your mates to stop bantering you?”

“I don’t care what them lot have to say. Not holdin their hand or anythin, anyway.

“But didn’t your mum ever tell you, girls won’t let you touch them if your fingernails aren’t nice?”

“You let me touch you, don’t you?” He licked his lips, and finally moved his eyes to hers, away from the TV. “And you like it, so.”

She rolled her eyes, even as a ribbon of heat flashed in her belly. Having finished with his little finger, she put down the scissors, and reached around the floor for the lotion.

“But I always make sure you cut and clean them good first, don’t I. And with your nails all pretty like this …”

She trailed off, gently rubbing the cream into his skin, and he leaned forward, crowding into her space. He let out soft hums as she moved from finger to finger, and began to massage his opposite thumb into her inner thigh.

“So let me touch you now.” He suggested, his voice much lower than before, and she could feel his warm breath fan against her face. Her spine tingled, but she didn’t respond until she finished, putting the nail supplies to the side and snapping the lotion bottle closed.

“Just put all this fancy moisturizer on for you. And you’re tryna undo all my hard work?”

“Nah, the opposite, really,” The hand on her leg creeped higher and higher, and his mouth moved closer, his nose nuzzling along her neck. “Wanna say thank you. For always taking care of me so good.”

“You can thank me by giving your nails a break,” She breathed, curling an arm around his neck, trying not to squirm. “Quit biting them.”

“But you'll like this 'thank you' way better.” He promised, pressing a kiss just under her ear. “Both know you will.”

Her instinct was to protest, but instead she tugged him closer by the hand, kissing away his sly smile. “Bare smooth, aren’t you" she teased as he laid her back against the pillows, feeling at his fingers for flaws, and knowing she would find none.

#marcus rashford x oc #marcus rashford x you #marcus rashford x reader #marcus rashford fanfiction #footballer x you #footballer x reader #football imagine #football fanfic

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bits-and-babs · 2 years

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𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐏 — 𝐏𝐎𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍

-> OCT. 16 : LEATHER

WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI. Heavy petting, beginnings of fingering at the end of the fic

WC: 1023

[Kinktober Masterlist] [Main Masterlist]

The strain of pulling the wrench back in order to tighten the screw of the X-Wing engine was working you up in a sweat, gritting your teeth and yanking back the mechanism with all your might. While the sun was out on D'Qar and you had been working hard to finish the engine for this evening, these weren’t the only reasons your forehead was damp with sweat.

Beyond fed up with working overtime in order to get oil stains out of your orange flight suit, you had invested in a leather, long sleeved jumpsuit in order to get through your laundry without the workout of scrubbing the black, viscous substance from the bright cotton of your uniform.

Sure, the suit was a little tight, clinging to your curves and showing off your figure a little more than you would like, but it did exactly what you needed it to, the oil slipping off the bantha leather with ease and offering you peace of mind. It also had a zip running from the top of the neckline down your sternum to your abdomen in order for you to get out of it without smearing the thick grease across your clean skin.

Finally hearing the clunk of the bolt settling in place, you leaned back on your heels with a relieved sigh, wiping your sweaty forehead on the back of your hand. Your satisfaction, however, is short lived, killed prematurely by the sudden sound of a wolf-whistle which could only have come from one person on this whole damn base.

“Stars, Gold-5. Don’t you look good,” Poe Dameron, Black Squadron leader, leans against the carcass of your X-Wing with a smirk plastered across his face. The kind that’s for charming the ladies that fell at his feet almost every morning. You, for one, were not one of them… So you continuously attempted to convince yourself.

“Black Leader,” you respond, giving only a passing glance before resuming with your work. You wanted to test fly it tonight to ensure that it ran smoothly. Perhaps then you’d get a good night's sleep.

“You gonna give me a little more than that?” He asks, his tone softening slightly as he looks you over. His teeth are sinking into the flesh of his lower lip, fingertips rubbing at the bristles of his stubble and making that delicious scratching noise.

“What could I possibly give you?” You ask, keeping your tone clipped as you swap the wrench for a hammer.

“Well, a look under that suit for one,” he admits, eyes still running up and down the length of your body. While you certainly didn’t fall at his feet, you didn’t necessarily hate the way his eyes were glued to your figure right now.

“I’m not wearing anything under it,” you admit nonchalantly, and the Black Squadron leader nearly chokes on the air he inhales into his lungs, clearly not having expected that answer. His pupils are as wide as a black hole when he looks at you, just sucking in the sight of your curves as if trying to erase the leather from your skin.

“I–… Isn’t that an issue with health and safety?” He pushes, his confidence rocked by your equally unbothered attitude.

“I don’t know, perhaps it is. People too busy staring and not watching where they’re stepping,” you shrug, laying your tool down. It’s fun, rocking him like this. The usually suave, playful Poe Dameron struggling to even string a sentence together as you approach him.

He nods dumbly, eyes flicking between your tits and face, forming his mouth around words that simply won’t leave his throat.

“Here,” you muse, failing to maintain your hard-line stoicism and choosing instead to take up the zip to the suit between your forefinger and thumb. Poe groans out weakly, watching as the zipper slips down your chest and further down your sternum, exposing your breasts to him.

“Please- Stars, Please let me kiss them, just once,” he begs you, even as you reach up to card your fingers through his chocolate curls. You liked him like this, likes knowing only you could reduce Black Squadron Leader “Flyboy” Poe Dameron to a pleading mess.

Not offering verbal confirmation, you simply push Poe’s face into your cleavage. He gratefully accepts your kind offer, kissing at the swell of your breast.

The scrape of his beard is heavenly against your skin, and you find yourself tilting your head back as Poe presses heavy, wet kisses against you. He licks at them, sucks a little at whatever he can find.

“Fuck- I wanna leave a mark,” he mumbled against your skin, almost nuzzling into it. His arms are wrapped around your waist now, pulling you impossibly closer to him. “Want them all to know you’re mine.”

“I don’t just go around showing every man, woman and Bantha my tits, Dameron- ow!” You gasp, sarcastic rambling cut off by a particularly sharp nip of his teeth into the underside of your boob. You’re certain it’s blooming a bruise already by the time Poe pulls away, your skin caught between his teeth as he does.

“Driving me mad in this-“ he groans out, palms squeezing at your ass through the leather of the suit, “You look so fucking good in it. Wanna have a poster of you up in my bunk like a pinup model.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his lusty tirade, shaking your head as he soothes the bruise he created my lathing his tongue over the sore area.

“What, have me pouring spotchka all down my front too?” You tease, but Poe seems to love the idea of it, nodding his head over and over again.

“I’d pay good credits for that-“

“I bet you would,” you smirk. But your grin is wiped from your face as Poe takes ahold of the zip and pulls it even lower, down past your navel before slipping his hand between the fabric, his breath fanning hot against your chest.

“I’ll earn it,” he whispers, fingertips brushing against your clit as you grip at his hair tight, gasping at the sensation that settles through your abdomen.

END

@in-for-a-pennyx @hoeneey @howaboutcastiel @markywithissues @welcometostayingawake @inklore @foxilayde @syrma-sensei @ethanhoewke

#poe dameron x you #poe dameron fanfic #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron fic #poe dameron #poe dameron imagine #poe dameron fanfiction #poe dameron x y/n #Star Wars fic #kinktober #kinktober 2022

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weizhiyuan · 10 months

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Our bl boys love the beach or a gay little pool scene, yet sometimes their swim technique… could use a little improvement. As an ex swimmer I can’t help but notice when certain characters aren’t swimming properly so I’ve compiled a short & silly list going from least worst to most worst of imo the worst swimming atrocities in bl

this would probably look a lot better with gifs so you could see them in action but I don’t have the skill

1. Kongpob in sotus ep8 2/4

he drowned for attention :/ like get up lol. Gay people are so dramatic

2. Palm in never let me go ep2 2/4

Now we’re onto actual swimming critique. I’m sorry but what are his feet & legs doing. He’s here to practice swimming but he’s not even kicking above water?? I don’t see a single splash. Why is he turning his whole chest for every stroke. His head is above the water too so we gotta get a lot more horizontal and start looking down. Love u Palm but you gotta work on that. Also very funny that nuengdiao sits and watches him swim... like your gay ass doesn’t care abt needing a “teacher” you’re just here to Gaze Homosexually. I know Pond also worked on swimming for the role so he kinda gets a pass. I appreciate the effort!

3. PETE IN DARK BLUE KISS EP1 1/4

THIS HAS UPSET ME SINCE I FIRST WATCHED IT YEARS AGO…. WHY DID HE DIVE LIKE THAT. YOUR ARMS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE OVER YOUR HEAD??? what REALLY kills me is the fact that this is supposed to be his super cool introduction scene. You have all this build up and by the end all I can think abt is how he doesn’t know how to dive. Again, love u Pete but wtf was that. I’m aware Tay was worried about looking cool but he pulled that off just fine.. the fact that the diving wasn’t done properly just makes me burst out laughing every time. The angle they chose for the series does a little justice but the bts where we can see it from the side just settles how bad it is. I’m sorry.

(ily Pete ily Tay but this is kinda peak comedy..)

In the same bts clip Tay literally says his belly turned red and that is because he did not dive but in fact bellyflopped 👍

+ after he dives he isn’t kicking above water/swimming horizontally either like Palm did. Help

I would like to give a special shoutout to the swimmers in until we meet again though bc they swam wonderfully!!

I’m seeing proper dives! I’m seeing splashes from kicking! I’m even seeing flip turns! Great work all around everyone! Of course, these characters are swimmers so naturally one would expect they should know what they’re doing, but it’s still nice to actually see it in action

Now this little list is just put together from what’s at the top of my head (I’m not watching bls for swimming technique after all) and it’s also not meant to be taken that seriously either lmao. I’ve just always found it unintentionally comedic whenever a supposed swimmer character can’t do something an irl swimmer would deffo have to know. Long live our swimmer bl boys!

#I’ve had a variant of this in the drafts since nlmg ep2 aired LMAO #went swimming the other day and tried diving again and it reminded me of these skksdkks #sotus #never let me go #dark blue kiss #until we meet again #(also I rlly hope this doesn’t come across as mean lol I love these characters)#b.txt #userjustafriend #usersufa #userminty #tagging some of my nlmg besties cuz of Palm hehee..

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levi-venn · 3 months

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The First Toothpick

Chapter 2: "Misfire"

Gen Fic - Mentor/Protege

Characters: Cad Bane, Crosshair (the kid), Tech.

Summary: Cad Bane teaches Crosshair how to be a sniper. The kid picks up some other habits as a result.

Chapter Summary: Crosshair can handle his first jump to hyperspace...until he can't.

Available on AO3 here

Chapters: Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | Ch 6 | Ch7 | Ch8 (Coming soon)

Crosshair knelt beside his bunk, packing his bag quietly.

The bag had actually been packed for months now. It was a standard bug-out bag filled with provisions, jumpsuits, a short-range comm set, and a first aid kit. Still, he moved the contents around. Checking and rechecking the inventory list. Drawing it out for as long as it took for Fett to look for him.

Behind him Hunter and Wrecker threw each other to the ground on the training mat, punching and tickling each other, challenging the other to say “I surrender” first. Half the time this game ends in exhaustion and no victor…or tears from Wrecker and Hunter relenting to calm him down.

Pulling out a small box hidden at the foot of his bunk, Crosshair looked through his Max Reebo discs, deciding which ones to bring. Would he have time to listen to music? It calmed him down during the worst storms on Kamino. Where was he going? Would it be loud? Would it be bright?

Am I being punished?

“Where are you going?” Said a clipped Core World accent that his brother, Tech, had been practicing for weeks.

Crosshair didn’t turn around. “Out.”

“That…is evident,” Tech huffed, kneeling beside Crosshair. “Don’t take the discs. If you break them, they’ll be gone forever. It was hard enough smuggling them in.”

Crosshair put the discs away, and instead pulled out a small, torn poster of Figrin D'an And The Modal Nodes. Written in silver marker were the words: “To Crosshair, the best sniper - Figrin D’an”. Tech said the personalized autograph was authentic, but Crosshair recognized Tech’s handwriting when he saw it, the too-neat s’s, the perfectly circular o’s.

It was his prized possession.

He refolded the poster and tucked it into his pocket.

“They’re sending me away to train with a bounty hunter.”

“Well, that sounds exciting.”

Crosshair grunted quietly.

“Is it not exciting?” Tech pressed.

Crosshair recounted his ration bars.

“Crosshair?” Tech asked.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Well I’m not using what the Regs call you. It’s not accurate.”

“Yeah?” Crosshair snarled, defensively. “I knew your eyesight was bad, but even you saw how shitty I did in the last test. I dropped my rifle! It fell thirty meters and blasted a hole through the scoreboard.”

Tech flinched a little at the eyesight comment. Crosshair flinched, too.

“My sight isn’t the issue and your name isn’t ‘Misfire’. Mistakes happen. Everyone makes them.”

“Not Regs, apparently. Just me. I’m the reason they call us the Bad Batch.”

“That isn’t true. They call us that because…” Tech frowned as if searching for an adequate answer. The longer he stalled the worse Crosshair felt. “...Jealousy for one,” Tech said, finally. “ And I heard on some planets people say ‘bad’ when they mean ‘good’. ‘Badassery’ is a word I’ve heard the seasoned clones say many times.”

“You’re making that up.”

Tech tugged at his new goggles magnifying his eyes three fold. “I never make up fun facts, you know this.”

Crosshair didn’t answer right away.

He didn’t trust his voice not to crack.

Blinking away tears was second nature to Crosshair, especially recently with the slew of mistakes he’d been making. He blinked rapidly at Tech, then threw his arms around him in a gruff hug. “Take care of yourself while I’m gone. Don’t let Wrecker push you around. If he gets too rough, tell Hunter.”

“I can fight my own battles,” Tech huffed. “...But I’ll miss you too.”

The door slid open and Crosshair immediately let his brother go.

“Let’s go, CT-9904,” Fett said.

Crosshair gave Tech a gentle punch on the arm. “See you soon,” he lied. He had no idea when he’d be back. Maybe months or years .

What if I never see him again?

“What? Crosshair’s leaving?” Hunter asked, voice muffled through the headlock Wrecker trapped him in.

Crosshair walked out behind Fett, clutching the straps of his bug-out bag and sniper rifle tightly. He didn’t look back.

“Where’s he goin’?” Wrecker asked as the door closed behind him.

It was hard not to stare at the blue alien walking alongside him. His eyes were perfectly round glowing bulbs set behind mean, narrow slit eyelids. He had no nose, his lips were thin and grim, fangs razor sharp, and his brow was one long ridge that raised and lowered dramatically with his mood. The left ridge raised at Crosshair.

“What’s the matter, kid? Never seen a Duros before?”

Crosshair looked away. A Duros. He committed this to memory so he could tell Tech all about him when he got back.

If I come back…

The docking platform’s doors opened and suddenly the Duros was the second most interesting thing Crosshair had seen that day.

Ship designs were an important part of Crosshair’s daily studies, mostly how to take them down in a dogfight. He’s seen hundreds of ships in his lessons. He’s never seen any ship like this. It reminded him of the scorpions of Tatooine, the engine raised like a threatening stinger, wings spread like they’d sprout claws to grab unsuspecting prey.

He almost smiled.

The Duros must have noticed. “Welcome to the Justifier , kid.”

The ramp came down and Crosshair all but ran inside. His squad had been in simulation pods, but only Reg cadets were allowed trips on dropships. Hunter said they’d have plenty of time to fly in ships later, one day they’d have a ship of their own. For special missions. Crosshair remained skeptical. Hunter said a lot of things.

If Tech were here, he’d probably tell Crosshair exactly what kind of ship it was, the specs inside, how quickly it can prep a jump to hyperspace, the brand of the main compressor and what year it was made.

“Have a seat and strap in. Make yourself comfy, but not too comfy. This here’s temporary lodgings until we get to the ranch.”

Ranch? What’s a ranch?

Crosshair said nothing.

Cad hit the control panel and the ramp shrank back into the ship’s belly, the door sliding shut. Crosshair thought - too late - to take one last look at Kamino before it was gone. By the time he turned around, the door was shut. That was it. No goodbyes.

There was a small puddle at his feet where the cool, crisp rain had collected.

He put the toe of his boot in it.

It rippled.

“Strap in, kid. This ol’ girl gets a’might bumpy at Jump. Don’t reckon Jango’ll pay me if you’re a splatter on the wall.”

There were four seats in the common area with proper straps. Crosshair climbed into the largest one. There were claw marks on the edges of the armrest.

“That’s Bossk’s chair,” Cad said, grabbing the buckles and straps, handing them to Crosshair. “He ate the last person who tried to steal his spot.”

Crosshair snorted.

Cad wasn’t laughing.

Crosshair’s face fell.

“Don’t worry. I won’t tell him who sat here last,” Cad sneered.

While Crosshair strapped himself in, Cad watched, as if to make sure he did it properly. It was a four strap system that fastened to a disc over his chest. The disc was new, but the straps looked ancient. They didn’t fit crisply like they did in the simulation pods.

“Need help?”

“I know how to secure straps,” Crosshair said, irritably.

“Yeah? All I see are fumbling fingers. Hurry up, before the storm pushes us off the platform.”

Crosshair rolled his eyes, his vision hitting a snag when he noticed the chair across from him was covered in small cuts, the leather melted as if assaulted by a vibroblade. “A.S. Wuz Here.” was carved in the chair back.

“Who is A.S.?” Crosshair asked, securing the fourth strap after a bit of adjusting. It popped out as soon as he let go.

Cad knelt down and batted Crosshair’s hand away, securing each strap then tightening them until Crosshair felt like he was part of the chair. “That’d be Aurra Sing. Be thankful Jango asked me to train you and not her. She hates kids.”

Crosshair raised a skeptical eyebrow. “And you like them?”

“No. Not really.”

“Me neither,” Crosshair said, thinking of the Regs whispering and snickering at him whenever he walked by.

Cad snorted or maybe scoffed. It was hard to tell. “Well, we’re gonna get along just fine then.” He tilted his hat up, his glowing red eyes seemed to give off a menacing heat, or maybe Crosshair was just nervous.

I want to make people nervous like this. With just a look. A mean look.

“I got two rules on this ship: Stay out of the cockpit. Stay out of my quarters. Everywhere else is fair game. Follow that n’ we’ll get along fine. Break a rule, you get a trip to the airlock. Sound good?”

Authority figures often threatened him and his brothers with punishment whenever they broke a rule, but this was the first time Crosshair actually believed an adult would follow through on a threat.

He nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Don’t sir me. Bane’s fine.”

Was Fett the only person allowed to call him “Cad”?

Crosshair decided not to ask.

“Yes, Bane,” Crosshair said.

Seemingly pleased, Bane gave a final tug to Crosshair’s straps and stood up. “Brace yourself.”

Brace himself? What did that mean? Panic was starting to sink into his bones. He had never been on a ship before. He had never been in hyperspace before. The clone troopers had armor for a reason when flying their ships. The g-forces could kill them without it. And Crosshair was in a jumpsuit. He wouldn’t get armor until he graduated to adulthood.

He shut his eyes as the ship started to hum and whirr all around him.

Tech wouldn’t panic.

Tech would adjust those new goggles of his.

What would Tech say?

Probably say something snarky like…“Obviously, you don’t need armor if Cad Bane is wearing clothes pulled directly out of a ‘Fistful of Credits’ holodrama.”

It made him feel better…

…for all of five seconds.

There was a high-pitched squeal like a broken valachord, the pressure hitting his chest like Wrecker was sitting on it.

Two Wreckers maybe…

…three…

Dark space clouded his vision.

I’m fine. Tech would be fine. I’m going to be f-

He passed out.

“Another black eye?” Tech asked, not looking up from his datapad.

“Same eye, just more black,” Crosshair sneered, climbing past his own bunk and onto Tech’s. “What’re you reading?”

“Who hit you?”

“Does it matter? Regs are all the same.”

“Hmm,” Tech flicked the holoprojector mode on and a planet, infected with an uninterrupted mass of buildings, floated in front of them. “I’m studying ecumenopolises.”

“What are they?”

“City-planets. Denon, Coruscant, Axxila, they cleared away the natural history of the planet making way for cities built upwards, the height depending on the population growth and class systems in place. Oftentimes the lower-income citizens are relegated to the lower levels of the city, or sent to the hemisphere opposite of the wealthier sectors. Weather patterns on these planets are regulated and usually temperate.

“Looks loud,” Crosshair said, not really understanding what he meant.

“Does it? Hmm…” Tech never made fun of Crosshair’s short, blunt statements, always considering each word carefully. Crosshair felt heard around his brother, even when he didn’t think anyone was listening. “That makes sense. Your eyes are designed to be sharper than most clones. As a sniper it’s an imperative feature. The bright flashes of lightning are too much for you. ‘Loud’ is a poetic way of looking at this planet. Yes, these cities are loud, especially Coruscant with many reflective solar-powered surfaces on their buildings. I’d hate to be stuck in traffic at dawn or dusk. I can only assume they have polarized shields for their speeders.”

Crosshair gingerly touched his cheek. It was swelling up. “Think we’ll see Coruscant one day?”

“I’m counting on it. It’s the heart of the Republic.” Tech looked up at Crosshair, brow knitting. “If Coruscant turns out to be too loud, tell me. I can construct polarized lenses for you until you grow used to it.”

Crosshair rested his chin on Tech’s shoulder, watching the planets cycle by. “Thanks, Tech.”

“Kid?”

Five more minutes, Techie…

“Hey, kid. Wake up.”

Wake Wrecker up first...

There was a click and a sudden relief of pressure on his chest. Crosshair snapped awake with a gasp, muscles tensing, his hand reaching for his sniper rifle’s strap which…wasn’t there.

When his vision cleared, two glowing eyes stared at him under a furrowed brow. Bane was sneering again. “Welcome back. Y’know, Jango coulda warned me you’ve never made a jump to hyperspace before.”

“I’ve been in sssimulations,” Crosshair hissed.

Bane shoved a water bottle into Crosshair’s hands then plopped himself into Aurra Sing’s chair, leaning back. He rested his boot on his ankle, slouching like a holodrama blasterslinger.

Crosshair slouched too…but his legs were too short to pull off the same position.

“Drink.”

Crosshair did, not realizing how thirsty he was until the cold water hit his throat. It’s never cold in the facility. Everything is room temperature. Even the food.

“Guess they don’t add artificial G-forces to the sims, huh? I reckon, this old ship’ll probably hit ya harder than any government-issued starfighter would.”

“It’s no big deal,” Crosshair hissed again, his irritation showing through with the small impediment.

Bane tilted his head, amusement spreading across those thin lips. Somehow, the expression wasn’t as infuriating as the sneers the Regs threw at him. It felt…knowing. Maybe this was a normal reaction to someone’s first hyperspace jump.

“We’ll be on Dantooine in a couple of hours.”

Crosshair perked up. A location. Dantooine. It sounded familiar.

“Is that a…” Crosshair frowned. “An…Acutetopolis?”

By Bane’s blank stare, Crosshair knew he pronounced the damn word wrong. “Nevermind.”

“A what?” Bane asked, brow ridge raised.

Crosshair felt his ears grow hot with answer. “I sssaid nevermind.”

“Starsdamn, kid, you really give up too easy. You wanna know somethin’, just ask again.”

“Is it a city-planet?” Crosshair tried again.

“Ah, an ecumenopolis,” Bane said. “And no. It ain’t. The opposite actually. We’re goin’ to one of my old hideout for yer training. Somewhere you can get a real lesson of what life’s like outside yer little sterile world. By the time we’re done, you’ll be able to snipe shit off a fly’s back.”

Crosshair was a little disappointed it wasn’t a city-planet, but then again Tech hadn’t made him his special goggles yet. And with the promise of being a better sniper? Maybe this wasn’t a punishment after all.

He took another sip of water.

“So…” Bane reached into his belt and pulled out a toothpick, popping it into his mouth. “You've never been off-planet, but you know about ecumenopolises. What else did they teach ya about the galaxy at large?”

“That’s classified,” Crosshair responded automatically.

“Ya sound like yer old man.”

“My what?”

“Yer dad. Jango Fett.”

“We don’t have parents. I’m a copy of Fett. Engineered to be an elite sniper.”

Bane snorted a laugh. “Well ain't that some rote kraytspit.”

Crosshair wished Tech could tell him what “rote” meant. He stayed quiet.

“So is that why you look like that? Why you sound like that?”

Even the Regs had asked him why his voice was modulated. Someone said he sounded like a rabid rattlesnake. It wasn’t supposed to be a compliment, but Crosshair took it as one. “I’m engineered to be quiet. So I’m quiet.”

“Can’t call out for help then?”

“We have comms.”

“What if you need to shout, though?”

“My blaster rifle shouts for me.”

“Heh,” Bane cracked a smile. “Got an answer for everythin’, huh?”

Crosshair didn’t answer that.

“You ever meet Boba?”

“Who?”

“So…Jango keeps his precious little son away from the soldiers. Figures…”

“I’m not just a solider, that’s what the Regs are,” Crosshair snarled. “I’m in an elite squad. I’m built to be spec…special .” It was a shitty time for his voice to crack, but Crosshair hated that word. “Special”.

But it’s the word the trainers used. It’s the word the scientists used. If he wasn't Special, he was a failure.

Bane dropped his leg and leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. He noticed that slip-up too. “Special, huh? Best of the best?”

“Look out, here comes Misfire.”

All the Reg cadets hit the deck, then rolled over laughing.

“It’s just what they tell me.” Crosshair murmured.

“So ya don’t think yer all that special?” Bane asked.

“The bad batch! Why do they look like that? Why does he hiss like that? Were their tubes cracked? Bet they don’t last past year five.”

Crosshair shrugged, clutching the empty water bottle now. He picked at the label.

“That’s yer problem, kid. Ya lack conviction. No spine. Too embarrassed to ask about city-planets because you fucked up a mouthful of a word like ‘ecumenopolis’, ya get frazzled seein’ droids swarmin’ yer bell tower. Bet your head’s tellin’ ya all sorts of things. A whole heap of voices cloggin’ up your focus. Or maybe it’s not your voice…maybe it's the other kiddos? They got nicknames for ya, kid?”

“My name’s not kid,” Crosshair growled, the bottle crinkling in his grip.

“Oooh,” Bane sneered. “There’s a lil bite to your bark. Alright, fine, but I ain’t callin’ ya by a bunch of numbers. What’d ya wanna be called?”

“Crosshair? Nah, you’re Misfire. And that’s because “Shaky Sniper” is too long.”“We could call him Shaky.”

The whole table erupted in laughter.

Crosshair stopped at the table. He handed his milk to Tech. He calmly placed his sandwich and apple on the table, then tested the weight of the tray.

Satisfied, he slammed the tray into the laughing Regs’ faces. One, two, three Regs fell off the bench seat to the ground. The fourth Reg ran away reporting to the Lieutenant on duty.

The sight of Regs crying usually cheered Crosshair up, but he was branded “Misfire” now.

No one was going to see him differently.

“CT-9904,” he tried.

“Nope. 'Kid' it is,” Cad said, standing up. “Get some rest. Find somethin’ to eat. Soon as we land we’re gonna be up to our eyeballs in fabools. Better be ready.”

What’s a fabool?

Crosshair opened his mouth…could hear Regs laughing at the hiss in his voice...then shut his mouth again.

“Fuck’s sake, kid, stop bein’ yellabellied and ask me.”

“What’s a fabool?”

Bane sneered. “You’ll see.” And with that he climbed up the ladder towards the cockpit, shutting the hatch behind him.

Crosshair grumbled. “Cheeky prick.”

Whatever a fabool was, he hated was gonna hate it.

And I’m not yellabellied either , Crosshair thought. Whatever that means.

#bad batch crosshair #the bad batch #cad bane #star wars the clone wars #tbb tech #tbb crosshair #bad batch tech #The First Toothpick

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like your mother and your father too (all grown up but they’re just like you)

Jane’s at school in France, and Phryne and Jack take some time out to visit her. They all discuss what’s happened since they last saw each other.

G, 2900 words.

AO3 link in first reblog!

“Mademoiselle Jane? Tes parents sont là.”

Your parents are here. Jane looks up once the meaning occurs to her, face pinched in confusion. Parents?

“Qui est-ce?” Who is it, she asks, uncurling herself from the chair she’s been sitting in for nearly two hours straight, her body protesting the whole way. Madame Léontine gives her a curious look, so she amends the question. “What do they look like? It’s important.” If it’s…

Still curious, Mme. Léontine gestures for Jane to follow her. “Your mother is beautiful - lovely black hair, such pretty blue eyes. Cut so short, though, like a flapper. Lovely clothing. Your father is so stoic. Very properly dressed. But they seem so very much in love, still. You don’t see that often.”

Jane huffs in surprise, mouth dropping open. “Miss Phryne! Inspector Robinson!” she bursts out, speeding up so she’s nearly running down the hall. Mme. Léontine hurries to catch up with her, squawking about running inside, but Jane ignores her and rounds the corner at full speed. They're standing closer together than most people do, as always, heads bent together in conversation.

“Miss Phryne!” she calls out, and the woman in question spins around, arms wide open and with the biggest smile Jane’s ever seen on her face.

“Jane!” she cries, and Jane tumbles into her arms.

It's the first time she's seen either of them since that awful, awful telegram from Dot - Miss Fisher dead in Palestine - and the following debacle of finding out otherwise. She’d missed the botched memorial, showing up three days after Miss Phryne and Inspector Robinson had left for Palestine, to Aunt Prudence’s shock. Probably not the way anyone had expected her to find out that the reports had been wrong. Trouble followed them, as it always has.

Miss Phryne kisses her forehead, and Jane giggles at the lipstick print she knows is there. Being in her arms is like someone turned back the clock, but done it wrong somehow - they're nearly the same height now, and they're in the foyer of Jane's school, and the world has turned on its side a bit.

She holds onto Miss Phryne for dear life, and she can feel her hugging her back just as tightly.

"Hello, Jane," says the Inspector's voice over her shoulder. Trying to turn to greet him without letting go makes her trip over her own feet, and she bursts into uncontrollable giggles when she realizes there's tears streaming down her face. Miss Phryne just holds her tighter, and Inspector Robinson's smile reminds her of home.

"Can we take her out for the day?" Miss Phryne asks over her head, also in French, and Jane's heart leaps. She has an exam in Latin to study for and an essay to finish for history, but anything pales at the chance of getting to spend the day with Miss Fisher.

“Her legal guardian may sign her out,” Mme. Léontine responds, nodding to Inspector Robinson. Jane rolls her eyes and opens her mouth to explain exactly how things work.

She doesn’t need to. “That would be Miss Fisher,” the Inspector says in English, nodding to Miss Phryne, with a look on his face that Jane’s seen many times before. His French isn’t the best, she remembers, but apparently he understood enough of that to demure.

Miss Phryne nods too, the movement sharp, unwrapping her arms from around Jane and adjusting her blouse. “Show me where I need to sign.” Clipped, abrupt French now. She follows Mme. Léontine around the corner to the teachers’ office.

Jane’s left in the foyer with Inspector Robinson. It’s been a long time since she’s seen him, and his presence almost makes her feel fourteen again. “It’s good to see you, Inspector.”

His familiar, nostalgic smile appears again. “You can call me Jack at this point, Jane. Everyone else does. Including your Miss Fisher.” He reaches out an arm - asking for a hug, if she wants it. When she accepts, it’s not nearly the same kind of reminiscent as hugging Miss Phryne. His cologne’s far less familiar than her French perfume, for one, and his coat is a far cry from silk and satin. But it’s lovely.

She steps back and grins up at him, putting on all her sixteen-year-old charm. His expression immediately turns suspicious, and she nearly bursts out laughing. She’s seen that look before. He does spend a lot of time with Miss Phryne, after all.

“Are you and Miss Phryne together?” she asks, point-blank. Best to catch them off guard. More likely to get the truth that way.

He actually blushes, and Jane’s grin widens. He can’t deny it now, like they’ve been doing for years.

“Finally,” she says, putting as much emphasis on the word as she can.

Clearing his throat but not meeting her eyes, he nods, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. “You could say that.” He looks back up. “And you’re a lot like her, you know.”

It’s the best compliment someone could give. Her own cheeks heat to match his, and she ducks her head away from his penetrating gaze.

Miss Fisher appears from the office at that moment, clapping her hands together once. “Now! That’s done, and you’re all ours for the day, Jane.” She sweeps forward, linking arms with both Jane and Inspector Robinson - Jack - and pulling them towards the door.

“Where are we going?” Jane asks, trying to avoid whacking her outside arm against the doorframe as Miss Phryne pulls them both into the sunshine.

“Wherever we like!” Miss Phryne stops in front of an unfamiliar car - black, boxy, and a far cry from the Hispano-Suiza at home. She must notice Jane’s surprised look, because she wrinkles her own nose. “I know, I know. But it’s rented, and they didn’t have the widest selection of motorcars to choose from.” She climbs into the driver’s seat, on the left, which still feels wrong to Jane after years on the Continent. Jack looks resigned, and Jane laughs internally about the never-ending complaints about Miss Phryne’s driving.

She hasn’t changed a bit. It heals Jane’s heart, to realize, and to remember.

They wind up at a fancy restaurant Jane’s been to before, but only for etiquette practice. It’s a far cry from sitting in the dining room with some of her favorite people, speaking familiar Australian English and not worrying about her accent, laughing and teasing and never running out of things to say.

After their soup’s been cleared away, Miss Phryne fixes her with another familiar look. One that says she’s heard some story from Aunt Prudence and wants to know Jane’s side and she’s holding out judgment. A smirk, a perfectly arched eyebrow. “I hear you showed up at the Lofthouse estate a few days after we’d left, much to Aunt P’s consternation. Something about stowing away across the French countryside? Posing as a maid and a shopgirl? Oh, the horror for Aunt P.”

Jack’s clearly trying not to smile. Jane’s cheeks warm again, and she fixes her gaze on the salt shaker instead of looking either of them in the face.

“What’s your side of the story?”

The salt shaker is very interesting. “Well, I got the telegram from Dot. The one that said you were dead,” she starts, and even out of the corners of her eyes she can see them both flinch. “And then I heard there was a memorial in London, they said so in the English newspaper we get at school. I wanted to go! I needed to go. But Aunt Prudence sent another telegram, saying that she had contacted the school and they couldn’t figure out who my legal guardian was with you gone. And I can’t leave without a legal guardian’s permission.”

Neither of them are smiling now. “I’m sorry, Jane,” Miss Phryne says.

She never says that. Jane balls her hands in her skirt. “But I couldn’t miss it. I just couldn’t. You’ve done so much for me.” Tears start to gather in her eyes at the memory of those days, the emptiness and loss and drifting, and she squeezes her eyes shut to keep them from falling. “So I left. I walked to town, and I found someone who was driving north. And once I pretended I was a lady’s maid but had gotten lost and needed to get back to my employer. And then when we got to Calais, I stowed away on the ferry. And then the same thing in England, I just…told people I needed to get to London for various reasons, and they took me.” The words all come out in a rush. “Once I pretended I was delivering things for someone, that must be where Aunt Prudence got the shopgirl bit from.”

“But the trip took longer than you expected,” Jack says. She looks up, and his face is impassive, unreadable.

She nods. “I waited too long to hear from Aunt Prudence before I left. I would’ve made it if I hadn’t! It’s not that long of a trip, but I couldn’t ask anyone to take me directly. I had to just follow where they were going and then hope someone else was going the right way.” Dropping her head again, she studies the pattern of the lace on the edge of the tablecloth.

Miss Phryne taps her fingers against the same elegant tablecloth, rippling the lace. “That’s quite a story, Jane.”

“Like mother, like daughter,” Jack murmurs, so low that Jane thinks she probably wasn’t supposed to hear it. She snaps her head up again, trying to catch it on his face, but it’s still just as impassive as before. A police officer’s face if she’s ever seen one.

“As it damn well should be.” Miss Phryne taps a finger against the back of Jack’s hand, and the immediacy of his shocked expression lets Jane know that they definitely were not supposed to hear that comment. She stifles a giggle.

“Well,” Miss Phryne continues, switching topics seamlessly, “Aunt Prudence certainly expects me to discipline you for all of this. Playing truant from school, running away, lying, traveling without a chaperone! I’m sure she could come up with even more.” She pauses, an unreadable look on her face, too.

“But?” Jane prompts.

“But I can't.” Both of Miss Phryne’s hands splay out flat on the table, long and poised - but stiff, and Jane knows from experience that she’s trying to keep them from trembling. “I can’t imagine how that must have been for you. I know what it’s like to worry about you, but I never thought about you worrying about me. I should have written. I should have…well. I should have done a lot of things, for you.”

Her face is stricken, and tears trail down her cheeks as Jane watches. “I’m sorry, Jane,” she says again, and Jane’s own tears spill over.

Heedless of the setting they’re in, she jumps out of her chair so quickly she nearly knocks it over and wraps her arms around Miss Phryne’s narrow shoulders. “You’re alive. You came back. That’s all I need.”

There’s some grumbling from the tables around them, a quip about disturbing the peace, but she ignores it all. She rests her head on Miss Phryne’s, and they stay that way for long enough that Jane loses track of time. Eventually Miss Phryne raises her chin, dislodging Jane’s head, and kisses her cheek.

“Thank you,” she says, and her voice is hoarse and quiet. Jane doesn’t trust her own voice, so she simply nods and returns to her seat. Jack reaches out and squeezes her hand when she sits down, his other hand outstretched to Miss Phryne on the other side of the table. He doesn’t say anything either. They don’t need him to.

Soon after, Miss Phryne flags down a server to pay and hurries them both out. Jane shares a rueful smile with Jack as they follow her. She’s never been able to sit still, especially not after an emotional display. They pile back into the car and Miss Phryne takes off. She fits right in with Parisian drivers, with very little regard for either other drivers or safety regulations.

They come to a stop along the Seine, near the Pont de la Tournelle. It’s not the nicest day for walking - a little too warm, a little too muggy - but Jane couldn’t care less as she climbs out of the car. Jack steps out of the front seat and makes a big show of holding onto a bench, pretending to catch his breath after the hectic motorcar ride. “You’re very lucky, Miss Fisher, that my authority as a police officer doesn’t extend to France. There are speed limits here too, you know.”

Laughing, Miss Phryne opens her parasol and links her other arm through Jack’s, pulling him away from the bench. “What rot. We were perfectly safe the whole time and you know it.”

Jane’s cheeks hurt from smiling so hard as she watches them walk towards the path by the river. Along with her own joy at seeing them, it’s lovely to see them so happy with each other. It’s been a long time coming. But when Miss Phryne turns, gesturing with her parasol and another trademark smirk for Jane to catch up - Jane’s heart squeezes. She’s still wanted. They came to visit her.

The walk is nice, and the ice cream they get to cool off after is nicer. But when the sun sets and the motorcar turns back towards Jane’s school, the tears from earlier start to prick at her eyes again. Miss Phryne keeps up a steady stream of stories, with interjections from Jack, about everything under the sun. Adventures in India, their time in Palestine, even just anecdotes about riding a camel. Jane tries to keep up, but her mind keeps wandering, following her eyes out the window as she tries to keep the tears from falling. The Parisian sky is never as comforting as the Melburnian one.

They pull into the drive, and Jane steels herself for a painful goodbye. She’s said goodbye to them both before. But Miss Phryne turns in her seat with another wide smile on her face, and Jane can’t prevent the tears any longer.

“Jane? What’s wrong?” The smile gone, Miss Phryne reaches out, awkward as she tries to maneuver between the seats. She grabs for Jane’s hand. “Are you all right?”

“I just don’t want to say goodbye.” Jane tries not to blubber like a child half her age. “It’s been so long, and home is so far away, and…that news…” She takes a deep breath. “Part of me is afraid I won’t see you again.”

“Oh, Jane, no!” In one fluid motion Miss Phryne is out of the driver’s seat and pulling open Jane’s door. She wraps her arms around her, hugging so mightily that Jane won’t be able to breathe for much longer if she keeps it up.

“We’re here for the week, at least,” she says against Jane’s head, tugging on one of her plaits. “Did I not say?”

The laugh that bursts out of Jane is watery, but her tears are already drying on her cheeks. “No! No, you definitely only asked if you could take me out for the day!”

“You have school, so I thought we’d come back another day. But I apparently forgot to actually say that.” Miss Phryne looks mildly chagrined for just a moment, which immediately turns into less-mild indignation. She ducks further into the car, leaning across Jane. “Jack! Why didn’t you remind me to tell her?”

“I assumed you had!” He turns further in his seat, resting one hand on Jane’s knee. “I should have said, though.”

A week. They’ll be here after her Latin exam, after she hands in her history essay, over the weekend. “Oh! There’s the Théâtre de Verdure du Jardin Shakespeare, with gardens themed after his plays. They might be staging something, too. We should go!” She squeezes Jack’s hand, still on her knee. “You like Shakespeare too, right? I remember you mentioning.”

“I do.” He pulls his hand back. “We should definitely go. But for this evening, you should definitely go back inside before we get in trouble for keeping you out too late.” She rolls her eyes, Miss Phryne scoffs, and Jack looks between them and laughs. “I deserved that. Wrong crowd.”

“I should go in, though. You're not wrong.” Jane nudges Miss Phryne, who steps back to let her out of the car, and Jack climbs out on the other side. As he rounds the front of the car, Jane wraps an arm around both adults’ waists, pulling them in towards her and ignoring their squeaks of surprise. After a moment to get over the shock, she feels both their arms wrap around her in return.

They stand that way for a while.

“Thank you,” Jane mumbles, her face pressed between their shoulders. “For coming.”

“Couldn’t miss it,” Miss Phryne says, and Jane knows her well enough to hear the apology and the promise in those words.

Five minutes later, she stands at the front window, watching the car drive away. Even knowing they’ll be here for the week, watching them leave is difficult - it was hard enough to learn that Miss Phryne would always come back the first time around, and the six weeks of believing she was gone forever have not helped that matter.

But the taste of home, and the people who made it such, is the nicest thing she’s had all year.

#miss fisher's murder mysteries #phryne fisher #jack robinson #jane ross #phryne x jack #phrack #otp: let's misbehave #mfmm fic #logan writes fic #AO3 link will be in a reblog because tumblr doesn't like links!

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