#or am I referring to how I own basically this entire galaxy

[friezaglasiencold]

Life's a joke and I'm the punchline.

#am I referring to some existential angst or other #or am I referring to how I own basically this entire galaxy #but actually have very little involvement in the machinations of individual planetary governments (by choice) #making me a sort of omnipresent observer of the beautiful diversity of political bullshit peddled by incompetents in power #You decide

[breakfastteatime]

Here we go! Breakfast Tea's (vaguely) coherent Survivor Thoughts!

Spoliers under the cut. You have been warned.

Cal - HOW MUCH TRAUMA CAN YOU PUT ONE PERSON THROUGH?!?!?! My heart aches for him. When the game tells you to use his dark side powers in the third act, I absolutely refused, hoping the game would auto-continue because I refused to engage. NOPE! NO CHOICE. And okay, yeah, it was A LOT of fun but ow ow ow ow ow. He needs SO MUCH TIME to heal. The end of the game hit so hard because it feels so heavy and uncertain. We don't leave off with Cal feeling hopeful for the future. He admits he's scared, oh, and by the way, STILL TAPPED INTO THE DARK SIDE. Throughout the whole story, he just goes and goes and takes blow after blow, and then it ends with him hearing Cere. Watch me write fanfic set after the game in which I send Cal off on his own because REASONS. Ahem, anyway!

CANON JEDI CANNOT COOK AND ALSO DRINK TEA, THANK YOU.

BD-1 - BD remains the best droid. The BEST. He is always there for Cal, and he's so happy to see Cordova. And when he hugs Cal after Cere dies? *sobbing* Also, it did NOT escape my notice that the option to EMBRACE THE DARK SIDE comes up after Bode punts BD across the chamber. I LOVE THIS LITTLE DROID SO MUCH.

Echoes - I love how the echoes work in this game. The entire quest starts out partially because Cal finds an echo. Some echoes are visualised, and you can re-experience them, which is nice to see in canon. Cal also walks through Dagan's memory which intrigued me. Basically, they remain completely integral to both Cal and the wider narrative.

Also, as a game, it is just a lot of fun to play. There are puzzles that make you feel clever for solving them. Combat was fun and exciting, I loved all the lightsaber forms, and I have learned that I am over-reliant on Slow in JFO. Honestly, it's all still buzzing in my head. I need to replay it at a much slower pace now that I can relax about spoilers.

The Mantis Crew - While I knew they would've all gone their separate ways, it was still a lot to take in. It makes sense to me (Greez isn't cut out for this, Merrin wants to see the galaxy, and Cere's longing to reclaim the Jedi's legacy), and I'm glad everyone got together eventually, but I missed their vibe... At least we got flashbacks!

Cere - Absolutely devastated at her loss. She was Cal's mentor and therefore basically doomed by Star Wars law (she's the Obi-Wan), but it absolutely destroyed me. And it destroyed Cal, too. Cal, who was hanging by a thread for so much of this. Losing her, and the way he lost her, was too much for him. I wanted to see more of her SO MUCH, but I understand why we didn't. Ooof, I'm not getting over that anytime soon. I got my wish to play as her (and yes, she's WAY stronger than Cal), but... but...

Bode - I had a strong feeling he would betray Cal, but I had no idea WHY. It was a really nice touch and worked really well. His motivations make perfect sense, and they aren't some galaxy-bending quest to rule over others - he's just a father desperate to protect his daughter. I *love* how this series tells personal stories in the midst of such *literal* spectacle. Cal chasing after him, everything that's happening because Bode's a traitor... ow, ow, ow, ow, ow. And then the end, when Cal kills him to save himself and Merrin? GoodBYE. Oh, and now I'm walking around finishing up missions and there are NEW ECHOES EVERYWHERE that come from Bode.

Cordova - WHAT?!?!?! I screamed, I cried, first when he turned up, and then again when he died. Agony. I am in AGONY. I can barely think about the game right now without breaking down. Also loved the reference to Qui-Gon Jinn, although I also think that makes Cordova a lot younger than I've been headcanoning? Oh well!

Merrin - She remains so much fun. Her and Cal's relationship wasn't what I wanted, but it was handled well enough. The whole fight with the two of them against the giant drill was AMAZING. I absolutely loved the visualisation of her warping power. Oh, and when they take shelter from the sandstorm, and she holds his hand while he's having a nightmare? Perfect. While I would've preferred the two of them remaining friends, them being together doesn't bother me too much.

Greez - he is just so worried for Cal. HE MADE UP A ROOM FOR CAL IN HIS CANTINA AND MAKES HIM TAKE A NAP AND THEN WAKES HIM UP LIKE OLD TIMES YES I AM ALREADY COOKING UP A FANFIC FOR THIS I CAN'T HELP IT. I love how he's always checking in with Cal, making sure he's okay, telling him VERY firmly it is not his fault when Cere dies. Oh no, here I go again, can't stop crying...

Koboh - I love that town and building it up. I'm nowhere near finished yet, and in no rush to do so.

Finale - it took me a while to really sit and take that ending in. In recent years, we've become so used to second parts of trilogies not really having dark and uncertain endings that it really hit me how bleak it initially feels. We are leaving Cal still mourning, still struggling with his own darkness, still hurting... and that works. It works because he isn't finished growing and learning. He's a survivor, but he's a long, long way from thriving. The ending fits. It hurts. Everything hurts. But that story got the only ending that fit how dark it is.

Hey. Hey, Sequel Trilogy. THIS IS HOW YOU TELL A COHESIVE STORY ACROSS MULTIPLE PARTS.

HATE VADER'S REDEMPTION EVEN MORE THAN I ALREADY DID, THANK YOU.

#star wars jedi: survivor #jedi survivor spoilers

[timehealstale]

The Entire PLOT (SPOILERS WARNING)

Okay, since I am in a terribly good mood. Imma ramble once more about TimeHealsTale (THT) again right here and for Eagle too. Maybe have a bit of a revamp too. Maybee.

Trigger Warning: Dark topics of war, abuse, inhumane experimentations, genocide, marriage for benefits, etc. not really safe and fluffy. I made and carved this story during covid lockdown. It is not a cosy story. But hey there is the power of friendships and hope in here too.

TimeHealsTale is an AU set in an IRL situation where Undertale's plotline takes place but it is only a small narrative over the entire history of the AU's creation. See, the story starts all the way from the beginning from the creation of the AU. From Nothing to Something.

Oblivion or any other name it can be referred by as it was nothing decided to create something. It controls nothing but basically gets the ball rolling for everything. Doesn't really gives a crap of Anything happening in their sandbox because nothing was only an audience. It saw the threat of a random entity entering its domain and making a mess on his creation. Hates it. Obliterates it.

The entity Changing something (ie gaster's development) in the narrative and threw the entire thing off course from the Undertale plotline to TimeHealsTale plotline instead. Like ya know how a butterfly flaps its wings and change the entire course of history. It is like that.

Nothing didn't do anything to gaster because Nothing recognises Gaster as one of their even if... Changed. It just shrugs and moved on. Keeps watching. Oblivion recognise no concept of Time. They/It are just glad to have Something to hold on. For it was theirs. Even if Gaster/Gesu/ Wind Chimes of Slaves was kinda ripping apart his creation at the seams with high goals to rewrite history to his liking. They/It do not see him as a threat.

Nothing very VERY JEALOUSLY guards it from Outside entities. Absolutely rejects their very presence. Ink, Error, Fresh, Dream SwapSans and any other AUs. There is a reason why this AU is hardly known by others. Sitting right in the corner, hidden away and more.  It is very young yet the AU itself is rich with its own history. Filled with entire galaxies, planets and unique ecosystems.

Not merely a game.

It is life that this particular part of nothingness adores.

Really a walking contradiction like all life.

Doesn’t gives a shit but actually give a shit.

Now onto the THT Plotline.

The Entity having given Gesu a mind of his own.

Okay, let’s rewind a bit. Monsters exist here. From the beginning of the planet Earth. The first Monster to be created was a plasma Monster made of pure energy that formed under the wishes of many MANY creations dying in a tsunami or some form of cataclysmic event. Their SOULs wishing or hoping for a saviour, for light, for warmth and lo behold they got their saviour.

Albeit, a bit late as they were all dead to get help.

This pure energy of a Monster was mindless, aimless but with a single goal. To help, to give light and warmth, to GIVE HOPE. Reshaping the planet as we speak. It in records of history was recognised as the first Monster. Compared to as the sun on cave carvings. Having life flourish on this harsh environment. An Ancient being that formed a mind of its own after centuries and carved the earth to be as it was now. Before “dying” and becoming the moon.

A floating ball of congregated dust in space pulling the tides for earth.

Ya gotta know, a Monster’s lifespan in this au is effin long as heck.

Humans with such a short lifespan easily accepts them as deities at times before forgetting and the cycle repeats.

So basically, Monsters are made of wishes from a living things’s dying will. Like that. And at times there will be multiple all over the planet. Gotta keep in mind that these exist outside of the galaxy too. So these means Monsters exist universally as well in space XDc. Moreover, if two Monsters or more get together, yes they can have offsprings and thus begins the group of Monsters going around with settlements of their own.

And now there is a whole generation of Monsters. Born instead of made thus, they also forget if their Ancient Monster Ancestors refused to goshdarn explain their origins to their kids. I mean who wanna tells em. “I was made by HUNDRED IF NOT THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE DYING to form me.” Yeah? Yeap .

Sooo, Gesu. In the period time of the year 1300 ish formed under on accident with the rest of his batchmates of two Ancient beings duking it out, who were created PURPOSELY by the warring Human clans for WAR. Specifically, Gashodokuro and a floating demon mask, Oni Mask. He, Gesu not named yet or it back then, lives underground, a creature who works in the coal mines put to work by humans, cause it was mindless an animal so why not? Humans says.

BUT, it encountered the ENTITY who says wow that is suppose to be a Monster what da hell. Then used its power to form Gesu’s soul. A Soul that held no hope, compassion or anything that resembles resolved itself to give a fuck for another person. It was formed too early, unnaturally developed to quick by the entity’s ignorant act. HIS savior, gave him a mind to think, to speak, to walk on two instead to swim in the dirt or walk on fours rattling like a horror creature. Mask slips on to hide sharp sharp teeth, laughing laughing in silence at nothing and form eyelights to look at the flaming darkness that was the entity in the dark darker yet darker cave he was slaving away getting coal for ungrateful walking flesh.

So unnatural to him.

It seems very, very interesting.

“Gesu (Slave), what will you do now?”

“I will follow you, my Master.” For he knows not nothing else.

“Oh fuck.”

So this begins Gesu borderline yandere obsession with the Entity that once nothing removed the random Entity Gesu wanted to rewrite history to turn back time to get the Entity.

This all took a span of 500 hundred plus years. Holy hell muffin.

He uh, kinda researched the creation of Monsters, the history of Awakened Humans which is another story to tell that is mainly about Humans awakening their latent ability to wield magic of their own if they spend enough amount of time in a Monster settlement. Happens to very few special people that will be attached to a specific ‘thing’ that their awakened abilities will have to be conducted with. Because apparently Humans are much more solid and volatile concentration of energy than a regular Monster that feels more natural and in tune easily with everything.

A Human’s abilities are limited but powerful.

A Monster’s abilities are limitless but weak.

Ie, Humans are limited to their colour and conduit, like I can heal by cooking food in my frying pan, so green magic but colours are relative that’s another whole ass story.

A Monster can freaking use any colour of Magic but do have inclinations to be stronger in one kind of colour magic suited their subspecies like Goat Monsters/Ram demon from hell So cool. Suit Fire Magic! Skeletons, Gravity Magic!. But goshdarn they are weak physically than the humans in these au and attacks on Humans are so hard for them too. But Monsters can absolutely kill Humans here just as easily. Humans are just more sturdy.

Now imagine, Gesu going around doing research. He does burn a few towns and Monster settlements not gonna lie. But when he heard that there was an entire clan of Monsters just sitting ducks after getting excommunicated to some island and sealed underground at that. He was like GOLD. I STRUCK GOLD.  It was a Skeleton Monster Clan of Course.

He gets arrested, gets thrown there, blends in, works hard to not seem suspicious. But was suspicious as hell. But he was very useful so  that negates clearly everything he does.

Goddamit this is so long. Imma continue it when I am not irritated by my own story anymore. Geez.

But long story short.

Gesu or Gesuto or Gaster now, ochrestrated Komi’s life cause she is his daughter, borned of him. Brought up to be immune to DT or what is the centre core of a Human’s SOUL that has in abundance of. Something that CREATES Ancient Monsters upon death of the many. He wishes to posses her body like a puppet once she develops the ability to rewind Time. Because ya know that’s a thing here XDc, A Monster’s or Komi’s fineness in manipulating Magic and Frisk’s raw energy of DT. He wants to possess them both. The greedy bastard.

Shit life Komi lead, brought up as a pig for slaughter in a pen house that Gaster effin murdered all her family for, testing DT magic on every one of them till they haemorrhage on it, choking to death died in a pile of sludge and planned keeping Papyrus around because he detest her short stature. Like rude.

Wanna know how he got the DT?

He farmed Humans travelling into the prison Underground cave. He sealead ALL Entrances, keeping them for himself, put traps for Humans wanting to brave the cave lines. HE IS GOOD AT CAVE LINES.  Then he keeps them barely alive in his dungeon. This goes on for 500 hunderd years. Underground Monsters should have been freed by at the latest the 20th year of imprisonment but because he didn’t want that, of course not.

Komi found the dungeon and fucking vomits.

Komi found out that the sealed “dust” of her mom’s that passed away when she was eight was actual sludge and she hurls again.

It was a horror show.

She lived her life dependent on someone she believed loved her and would do anything to heal her of her ailment. A “terminal disease” that she was born with only to realize, he was the cause of it. Marrying her mother, only to use her to create the perfect tool to his reach his dream. (DT proximity radiation on the mother’s wedding necklace, right above her SOUL, cause of death)

This entire story is a horror mystery.

Where Komi and her gang of friends unravels everything one by one.

But it is actually more of a, her friends deprogramming her abuse and subtle brainwashing by Gesu. Slowly, as the story is arching over the her life growing up into an adult. With friends around her starting to notice the harm Gesu is doing and discrepancies in her life.

Doggo, her childhood friend and brother in all but blood.

Found the dungeon first.

Dude there is so many side characters in this. Side villains, side plots, side everything, oh my cheesepuffs sticks. I love it. 

Honestly, if it wasn’t for Doggo rooting for her to be a kid just like him and ALphys teaching the power of friendship through anime. She be so dead. If Papyrus wasn’t there for her to look after and be looked after in return she be double or triple dead.

The entire STORY IS TOO DANG LONG.,

There is the childhood arc.

The dead family arc + Papyrus Enter Stage Arc

The Doggo Friend Arc.

The Terrible Terrors of Waterfall Arc.

The I am Your Father and You Will Listen to Me Arc.

The Rebellion Arc. Or Snowdin Fiasco Muscle Boy Free from Dungeon /Komi Ignites Green to Push her limit and Save 4 year old Papyrus / Papyrus witness brutal human death by a grinning Gaster and Komi crashing down with a wide gaping cracked skull hella traumatized.

The Quashing of the Rebellion Arc/Next step to getting the Soul he wanted Arc. / Forced to Go Green Komi

Komi is a child Villain? No! I am 14! I am an adult and you will obey me Alphys (insert last name here)! Alphys : Okay, here have an orange and some anime. Arc Plus, gain some confidence Arc by Alphys due to being passionate about the injustice that was “shouting about I am evil and entitled you are all beneath me, Komi” as the kid spews clearly repeated lines adorably at her in overalls and boots, cackling MUAHAHAHAHHA like a classic anime villain.

Alphys wants an autograph and a therapist.

Komi realizing that she doesn’t approve of the people living the life they have now. Promised the Terrible Terrors of Waterfall better living situations in the name of her fallen skeleton clan people that had once nobly lead the people of Monsterkind. Realized she doesn’t have to do it alone. That she needs power too.

Que, breaking into the King’s Castle Arc.

Asgore: (hobo dazed in grief still after orange muscle child human died) Lucida? Is that you? Komi: NAY, I AM COMIC SANS DU FONT AND I CHALLENGE YOU FOR THE THRONE!

She is fucking adorable.

She did not get the throne but she got biscuits and a listening ear and a signature and a promise to visit his castle whenever

She visits because the King’s place is a terrible dump and she is wee bit neurotic about clean environment to live in. Plus, the King made somewhat decent pies and amazing golden flower tea.

Insert the Lost Judgement Chambers Arc, stuck in a void in the in between where uncle by 5 years older is stuck in a limbo also died at 5 years old. A clue to who did it. Sike. Also named Comic Sans Du Font) A room where she and the King needs to cross in yet only she could see it through the film of darkness. And a garden that would lead to a Greenery to solve the food shortage in the next few years.

Insert Papyrus jealousy Arc that spans in between story and accumulates until he got a frying pan to the head only for her sister to come in between him and Gaster. … But she still try to make excuses for the bastard that that was just dad. Papyrus finally sees it for what it truly was a growing six year old and understand that holy fuck Gaster was hella mean for a dad. Being jealous of a sister who always been there for him, picking him up from school and giving him hugs to scare away nightmares and for her to have a shitty father was absolutely hella shit.

Insert I’m gonna die and I accept it Arc by Komi, who made a will for Papyrus, prepares a house for him far away in Snowdin away from Gaster because she knows that Papyrus is not safe from him. But oh, SHE DEFINITELY WAS SAFE WITH HIM. THE EFFIN IDIOT. The will and the house was an entire Arc that involves Doggo and his uncle and aunt Dogamy and Dogressa who took away Doggo from waterfall from his original family that declared him the weakest runt of the litter and deserved to die all because he was blind and with him colluding with the Waterfall’s Terrors that was just bad influence. Dogamy and Dogaressa claims these three in a heartbeat as family. Screw it if they were skeletons and they were dogs. The children were theirs. Stupid laws stating that  14 year olds were competent adults is dumb as fuck and would not stop them from howling to the sky and having the kids follow along. Better yet if the skeleton children did it too, even if in embarrassment.

FREEEDOM (AWOOO)

ASDGJAFKLNA (AWOOOOO) gibberish – Komi and Papyrus/Ru

Yeah they helped a lot and inspired Papyrus to join the Snowdin brigade.

Next Arc is the heartwrenching tale where she feels death creeping up at her, the medicine that she took daily was no longer working on her. Green Magic that runs throughout her body no longer feels sustainable and Gravity Magic making her bones attached to one another no longer feels enough to hold her together. Arc she died and got stuck in a coma for 1 year and half after Papyrus’s birthday and giftmas. Papyrus 8th bday gift is a house in Snowdin she worked and didn’t manage to pay for but supplymented by Dogamy and Dogaressa and adoption papers to the dog family that will ensure he gets everthing to the skeleton family because apparently the laws are tight that no outsiders married to the family will get an inch of inheritance in here.

Papyrus, I don’t want a house, I want my sister back. The stupid I am off to die letter was not enough. Trauma MORE TRAUMA. Eigth year old abandoned feels the pain of Eight year old Komi abandoned. WHAT A MIRROR.

Arc The Rescue. Doggo and Alphys who her parents got blackmailed by gaster made a daring rescue attempt after finding where Komi went to after a year of research. But, no it was actually Gaster dropping clues to them. He was airtight. Gaster had nothing incriminating on him.

He was just healing his daughter after all from a terminal illness that killed off all the skeleton clan people. (cough chemical genocide cough) Look, his daughter is right there on the bed all healed up just stuck in a coma. Please take care of her for him. He did no wrong of course. Not at all.

Doggo can smell the lies on him and growls.

Gaster: Such a good loyal mutt you are.

Alphys: Let’s retreat. We got what we came here for.

Gaster: Ever the practical one, Doctor.

Alphys: (Hiss in dinosaur lizard language)

 Doggo carries unmoving Komi home to Snowdin to an even more traumatized Papyrus who now has an unmoving Komi iunder the basement for 6 months. The poor kid.

I just love making these pair of siblings life a pain. I know. Covid was a bad time for me.

Papyrus kinda fills up the time with training and getting stronger to kick his not dad’d coccyx because he knows HE DID THIS. He’ll protect his sister if he had to die for it. (Obsession is strong)

Grows stronger when he failed again and again and again.

Dude he needs a therapist so bad. Komi you should stop throwing yourself into dangerous situation where you keep dying in front of him or put yourself in danger of dying. It is unhealthy. Doggo is the glue to their tumultuous relationship.

Arc Komi wakes up and is crippled Arc. Can’t move her body. She is entirely calm in front of Papyrus who she asks gently to get Doggo. She broke down in front of Doggo. Hella she felt useless for being alive right now. Papyrus, 9, was behind the door gritting his teeth.

Komi: I can’t move. How am I going to protect anyone if I can’t move?! I can’t protect Papyrus like this. I am scared. I am so scared. Doggo. Dad can help. I want Dad.

…

Can you please help keep Papyrus in aunt and uncle’s house. Just for a bit. I don’t think…. He’d like Papyrus around for this.

Doggo remains valiantly stone faced in the face of it. Even if he wants to whoooo boy shout and scream at the unfairness of the world. His sister by bond is in pain and she doesn’t even know she’s swallowing the poison herself.

Doggo: (breaths in and out) How about I’ll go get Al instead, she’s the closest. Later, … I’ll go get Dr. Wing Dings.

Komi: Thanks, Brugo. You’ve always helped me out… Thank you. And, I am sorry.

Doggo: Don’t apologize, Coco. You didn’t ask for this. You should rest.

Komi: Yeah.. Hey, why are you calling dad. Dr. Wing Dings now.

Oops went on a tangent,

So Arc. Komi feels like she’s fucking useless and gains mobility of her arms but not her legs yet. So useless she wants to die but she needs to get to dad first. Because she is a literal walking Time Bomb now. Explodes in a power of rewinding everything around her dramatically. Doesn’t understand why everyone is stopping her from seeing him. Additionally wasn’t aware for when Gaster actually came into her room crushed her SOUL in front of Papyrus who screams fucking bloody murder. She stayed not awake for two weeks.

But oh ya know, Dad came to pick her up at the frontdoor and the Arc he jumped himself into the CORE of the machine. Saying random stuff that tugged at heartstrings and honestly Komi was heartbroken again and really was at the lowest point in that moment. Even if it went all according to his plan.

She really wanted to die alone in the forest of Snowdin, if it wasn’t for grillby going out taking wood to burn later. Granpa Grill Arc. It is an adorable sweet scene of Gran Grill hefting her on his back holding her crutches and then giving her tea. Before gently pointing out the things she has to live for. It takes awhile to get through her head a bit. Like a long whle

Arc of Change and development happening. Greenery in Snowdin, more jobs opening. Alphys mentioning they couldn’t have done it without her. The leader of the Terrible Terrors decking her in the face for her close call action before she hugged the stuffing out of her. There she was surrounded by family and was fucking blind to it. Papyrus gets a new mentor from Waterfall. The honoured Captain Undyne, the one to bring down the Waterfall Terrors at the age of 14.

Arc Time Bombed. She blew up in the Snowdin forest. Hauntingly shouting desperately Papyrus to run. To not get rewinded out of existence. He couldn’t make it. But Gerson visiting his student’s student did and threw Papyrus away out of range in time to get hit by the blast and yeah. Time rewinded for him along with the forest that grew luscious green leaves and turned old Gerson to the youthful in body yet luckily not in mind. A seven feet towering height muscular Commander of the Monsterkind that joyously laughs at his regained youth.

Flexing his muscles that he had once in his prime.

Picked up a befuddled Komi and Papyrus and head for his old friend Grillby.

Grillby: What the fuck.

Gerson and Gran Grill had a shouting match about child soldiers and what constitutes as one for Papyrus. Papyrus stand his ground in front of adults that he WILL BE A ROYAL GUARD. HE WILL LEARN TO PROTECT. Komi breaks internally.

Further breaks as the truth comes out about her father in lieu of Doggo and Alphys investigation now with the help of Undyne who has a crush on the hot and assertive passionate Alphys.

Komi didn’t know what to believe anymore.

What didn’t help was the Flowey Arc. Alphys did the same thing but this time at least she had Komi’s help. Having learned to control her rewind abilities that she knows enough to use it in occasions now to avoid the accumulation of the DT energy in her SOUL. Alphys not telling that she had tested on the King’s personal flower so holy shite. Because why would that be important? The worst part is Komi is aware of everything looping like groundhog day and the apathy grew and grew until damn she pushed away a worried Papyrus who, saw her dead dead eyelights, from her door and walked out without a word because why bother talking.

She had a gun to get from Catty and Bratty to modify into a sniping rifle and weed to pull from its roots.

Disabled Komi walking with one crutch learned to blow herself up with her unstable white magic called Bomber Snappers, modelling it after her father’s Gaster Blasters and Bratty’s head. Bomber Snappers that can sink into the ground to get the weed out of the earth and crush him to bits. Snipping for Flowey’s Flowey Omega’s eye. Before she learned to grow bones straight from the monster’s eyes and body. Giving in to her own medical knowledge that she has and been taught by good old dad to do a macabre scene of Flowy bursting with bone attacks coming from the inside.

Even her apathy twinged with regret at the sight of him screaming like the permanently 11 years old he was.

So she gave up.

Flowey’s constant repeats had actually aided Gaster’s design.

He planned for a Human’s … but this would do.

Komi’s SOUL had developed its next stage but she was falling down  as a Monster.

Flowey who now can see the eerie Gaster standing in the void where he makes his RESETS. Recoils in fear and horror once he realized that he won’t be able to RESET anymore. Because’s Komi’s SOUL is overlapping his. He should’ve realized she was gaining more power in each attack, in each reset. Komi also hardly reaslising that fact as she laid on her bed. Willing her self to just shut down and die there.

But flowey who had been upset in the last few resets where Komi didn’t even bother with him nor getting up from the bed to deal with his shenanigans and murdered her friends and family before her.

Flip his lid and dragged out her melting body off the bed to meet his mother who was a stupidly good healer.

Toriel can probably heal her crumbling mind. Hopefully.

Cue Arc putting a ducktape over a depression which was the desire to be useful to others other than themselves. Komi becomes a Healer and smiles a bit. Adores, feels fond of her siblings who breaksdown Toriel’s door to get to her. Panicking about a kidnapping, traces of leaves drag marks, sludge dust and sled tracks. Flowey getting the stink eye from Papyrus.

Flowey does indeed get along with Papyrus in the coming story. Flowey calls him the most insane I don’t want to get on his bad side genius, mastermind Papyrus.

Komi having high functioning depression. Smiles, waves works as a Healer for the Underground. Give and gives. Stupidly popular which works in her favour to fulfil Toriel’s promise she made (to save the Humans that comes through. She fully supports this.) with much to Undyne eternal chargin. Because after she became a Healer, prison time for her rule breaking was limited to less than a week even then Komi was summoned to Heal in between that time all over the Underground so that was useless.

Friends but with different belief’s yes.

Doesn’t help she has the King’s ear. Oh, look is that the Judge I hear? Nah, that’s just the Healer who kinda sticks around the unseeable Judgement Chambers sealed in void. Where she can breathe just a bit and see a small shadow of her five year old Uncle sticking around waving her hello.

Her mentality is that of a glass cannon at that point. Without her friends checking on her. There would not be any pieces of her left to glue together with gold like the Kintsugi method.

Advenstures with Frisk plus friendship growing soft fluffly sweet yadda yadda. Before guilt in Frisk cause them to admit in the Judgment Chambers that they accidentally killed a Froggit initially before they came here on accident.

They RESET the Sealed Underground much to Komi’s desperate shout of No getting unheard. Warning from Flowey ringing in her mind after that weed decided the Monsterkind was worth his time. And he amazingly befriended Papyrus of all people.

Arc kick gaster’s butt after he possessed Frisk body Arc before hand it kinda overlaps , preparation for THE DAY and a bunch of quick thinking from everyone. Because luck and hope and resolve is on their side.

Komi realizing she freaking cannot die or give up if she doesn’t want Gaster to win.

Special Void room plays a crucial role.

Arc Secret Lab and DT extracter that Al(Alphys) and Dyno lover (Undnye) prepared. Komi killing her father off to save Frisk.

But goshdarn he wasn’t even dead then but just vibing in the void waiting patiently for Frisk or his daughter to determinedly desire a RESET of the world with SOUL shards floating in his centre for SOUL.

Arc, Komi tattling happening on the time loop because she is not the one to keep anything from her family anymore. Because look at where that led to. Hugged both her brothers who died in the Gaster Possession Route. Everyone in Toriel’s house. Undyne did not have the same desperate camaderie develop with Komi in the GP Route but she tries even as Komi smiles at her and calls her brave as fuck. Al is in good hands.

Undyne: I WON”T GIVE UP!

Komi the hypocrite: (Dragging a rewinded unsludgified Undyne from her Last Defence Form Away from Possesed!Frisk.) GIVING UP IS NOT WEAK! RETREATING TO FIGHT ANOTHER DAY IS NOT WEAK! FIGHTING ANOTHER DAY IS MORE AWESOME THAN DYING HERE AND NOW. ALPHYS IS WATCHING YOU DUMBASS. YOU WANT HER TO SEE YOU DIE? WE NEED YOU! SHE NEEDS YOU.

Very nice heart to heart moment in Arc Secret Lab where Komi becomes bait leading Gaster away to Void Room and Undyne and Al prepares the DT extractor. Where Undyne says sorry for her loss to Komi when she remembers Doggo and Paps did not make it. It sucked.

Gerson the cool old man died in place of Undyne. Sacrficing for the youngins he says its easy. No parents wants to see their young leave them first.

Gaster; How admirable. I’ll give you an honourable death o disgraced commander.

Arc Ending. Hug an ugly crying twelve year old frisk that says they are sorry for killing people. They are having a hard time computing that Komi is a child of that bastard as what the fuck? Seriously?  Frisk gets hot cocoa feels awkward bunch of already close knit individuals but was warmly welcomed only Komi giving green lit card for time travelling shenanigans and flowey’s input. Still keeping a one eye open though.

Now with Undyne entourage and proof of too specific things details by Komi. Frisk can walk too easily up to the King’s Castle. Moreso when Al and Komi whispers of things that they discovered on accident of things that would make everything so much better. Excitedly talking of possibilities. .

That leaves Frisk slightly a bit traumatized even if Komi explains the step by step process of what she plans on doing with their help.

Arc Komi in a coma again collapsing in front of spooked Frisk. Papyrus breezing through citing not too worry. This happens all the time. Very much aware of his trembling phalanges and arms. Doggo at his side helping to calm both of them. With all cast members in place.

It ends here.

(There is so much more I skipped over or summarized too much)

Next series starts with

Komi in a court before a Human Judge, accused of aiding her Father with criminal activities as a minor

Komi: What?

Arc evil side villains tries to ambush and attack the gang in Arc Ending. Failed but Doggo earns a new cool scar over his eye that was ruined gauge out. Then he got a cyberkinetic one which is cool asf.

Witches that waited for generation for the power of the Ebbot Island Seal to be theirs was shattered and they cursed to the sky for the one that did it. Cough Komi RUN cough. Government approaching the site with a bat to whack the witches away and welcome new neighbours cause holy muffins 500 years of residents in their land. Well ahem, natives hidden away sealed underground land.

Military Commander having tea with Queen Toriel as Asgore is stuck in a political prison of  a Royal House Arrest. Parliament in session. Organizing a group of Humans to intergrate into the Underground and bringing some Monsters up to intergrate on the Surface of Ebbot Island. New Act was pass to accept the Underground residents as recognized citizens and free rehoming will be given. 

Komi wakes up 3 months after all that happens.

In a random ass human hospital.

When it rains and thunders.

And she hides under the bed thinking it was a cave in shouting about an earthquake. Yeap.

Okay I should stop. Surface story is another long tangent I’ll get into later or whenever. It is 17 pages already and close to 3 am damnn.

#timehealstale #undertale au #undertale #writing #komi sans #comic sans du font #papyrus #doggo #papyrus du font #creative writing #yeshhhh #so much plot #too much plot #arghjjafafald #undyne #alphys #grillby #gerson #holy muffins there will be a lot of people

[sheltershock]

Sashamilla version of Rewrite the Stars.

This is my thought today. (Actually not really I’ve had it for months, today is the day I finally write it down.)

However, Milla is in Zac Efron’s role and Sasha’s is in Zendaya’s. It just fits their personalities and worldviews way better. Milla is the idealistic dreamer who’s accomplished and overcome so much she’s convinced she can do pretty much everything. Because she can but that’s besides the point. She’s also in tune with her own and other’s emotions to be able to actually call out the present feelings(“you know I want you / it’s not a secret I try to hide / I know you want me”).

Meanwhile Sasha is the more negative centered side of the argument voiced by Zendaya. Both the negativity charged powers and literally being down to earth compared to Milla play into it. Also crucially is that this is the side of the argument that fate is real and cannot be changed(“no one can rewrite the stars / how can you say that you’ll be mine?”). While there’s no definitive proof in the games that Sasha thinks fate is absolute, he does have a line in RoR that might believe in destiny, but also would not actively attempt to change it, “Who am I to stand in the way of our destiny, even if that destiny is our destruction?” Plus there’s the stars/galaxy/space/aliens special interest so yeah Stars. Sasha stands pretty firmly on the side of order to the point that chaos is hard to function for him so the idea of rewriting the stars/constellations, even if possible, could also get some derision from him.

And then there’s the idea of the song to begin with, that our leads are separated by something insurmountable. The in text scenario from the musical can apply to sashamilla since they’re also an interracial couple. But racism is depressing, so there’s some alternative factors that can be used. There’s the idea that because they’re opposites that they’re simply too different from each other. They’re “doomed to break” if you will. Or a more psychological reason could be played that the reason they can’t be together is because their past trauma of suddenly losing a loved one prevents them from truly loving another person again. Of course with this context, it would mean that Milla is ready to try to love someone else again, and Sasha isn’t, which is believable. I personally think that although romantic relationships shouldn’t really define characters, I do think that Sasha/Milla is the other’s happy ending by being able to love another person again especially when they’re both in such a dangerous field. They’re both likely to die suddenly, but they both decide that love/being loved is worth the possible reoccurring pain and that’s their happy ending by choosing to be happy with each other.

Additionally the verses “because we’re able to be / just you and me within these walls / but when we go outside / you’re gonna wake up and see / that it was hopeless after all” can be whatever you interpreted above. “Within these walls” can refer to their own minds/privacy where they can be fine by themselves but not in public aka “outside.” Or it can refer to the Psychonauts as a sanctuary that they can be psychics or basically share parts that can’t be comfortably shown to the rest of the world “outside.” I really like these verses in relation to the ship, good opportunity for storytelling.

Now if this was an animatic, I’d suggest that the visuals take place inside their minds. With Milla’s levitation a similar thing can be done with the trapeze art(?) from the original musical. But the entire time it’s abundantly clear visually how the other sticks out in the opposing mind. I think it would be cool if they were chasing each other. So it starts out in Milla’s mind, and she’s just singing her heart out but she’s just too good at levitating and Sasha cannot keep up with her. They both have points of just barely being close enough but momentum is just a bit stronger, fate’s just a little bit stronger.

And then during the transition where it would be Sasha’s turn to sing, he’s given up on trying to keep up and just leaves back to his own mind. Milla obviously follows after, she’s chasing now. But despite his mind being a large cube with tons of empty space the entire time it’s unfolding and refolding back as both for Sasha to move around and Milla to stumble over her own obstacles. I also want the idea of the appearing/disappearing trapdoor from PN1 to be an element during where Sasha keeps suddenly disappearing through spaces that you wouldn’t immediately identify as doors. It would also coincide with the verse “and there are some doors that we can’t walk through” emphasis on the we specifically(because I like literalism). Milla’s good with levitation but with what’s effectively teleportation she’s struggling to keep up.

Of course the repeated line of “(what if we/no one can) rewrite the stars” is accompanied but different but similar visuals depending on the mind. Milla’s has spinning lights from the disco balls, and the geometric/math like designs in the sky in Sasha’s that I interpreted as constellations is of course, the stars.

Also the line “I want to fly with you / I want to fall with you.” I have no thoughts. It’s just them, I don’t really have to explain that. I’m just pointing it out.

The final part of the song where both voices come in for an overlapping duet would be cool if the aesthetics of both of their minds somehow combined. I don’t know how. It might even be a nightmare to design, but it would be interesting and like a blending of their ideas and persons into this new destiny they’ve created. But nonetheless it should look beautiful. They’re finally in sync, being able to fly and fall together.

I just think the song fits them and their personalities. And there’s the irony that I’m pretty sure they were, in reality, designed for each other. That they “were the one they were might to find” so, cute, obviously. So, yeah, my thoughts on a song and a ship.

#psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #sasha nein #milla vodello #sashamilla #headcanons #keep in mind i have zero background in music at all #and I’m not nearly strong or experienced enough to create this supposed “animatic” or any animatic for that manner #so if you want to do *anything* with this concept go ahead #i just had some thoughts #creative thoughts #and figured I’d post them #this is my sashamilla rambling for today #goodnight

[inkvvvells]

galaxy on fire - prelude (thrawn x original female character)

Title: galaxy on fire Pairing: Thrawn x OFC Rating: M (eventually) Warnings: violence, torture, blood (eventual mentions of past assault, slavery. eventual sexually explicit content) Other Things: Enemies to friends to lovers, SLOW BURN, both the Empire and Rebels suck, touched starved, competency kink… I don’t know what else lol Summary: Born into slavery on the Outer Rim, Celena thinks she finally has a surefire plan to buy her freedom from a Hutt crime family. But everything goes wrong when she’s caught by Imperials and accused of being a Rebel and just when she thinks things can’t get any worse she meets a certain Grand Admiral…

Note: This may or may not be the start of a longer fic. I’ve had this idea in my head for a while now and I haven’t posted fic in YEARS because normally I don’t want to post anything that’s not finished and I don’t finish anything but… idk. Here I am, lol. I like the idea of someone just trying to exist in this galaxy with no ties or love for either side. I know that most fic on here that people want is x reader fics but as I sometimes tldr introspection I don’t think I can pull that off for an x reader fic because I don’t want to tell anyone how to feel lol. So enjoy I guess, maybe I’ll write more. I might also rewrite this bc I’m not happy with it. I just wanted to bang this intro out and see what happens so… BASICALLY I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M DOING!!

Note 2: Also I realize that this is like confessing to sins but I haven’t read the new Thrawn trilogy. I am an expanded universe girlie and I have never emotionally recovered from them axing all of that. I’ve based this Thrawn mostly off Rebels with the EU in the back of my mind. Will I read those books? Maybe? I know Zhan wrote them and I trust him but I am a bitter, petty, salty bitch SOOOOO. There will likely be some references to things and characters from the EU (most likely Mara Jade and Thrawn’s reasons for joining the Empire). Sorry not sorry. If when I read the canon books I may incorporate parts of that. IDK.

Note 3: Also I pictured Deepika Padukone as Celena. But feel free to picture her however you want.

Note 4: I don’t really like this title so it will likely change.

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PRELUDE

“I will ask you again, Rebel Scum,” Governor Pryce’s voice was cold as ice. “Where are the Rebels who sent you?!”

Celena’s ears were ringing and her vision was blurry. They had been like this for hours, with her strapped to a gurney and Pryce torturing her and yelling, demanding to know who sent her. It would have been funny if it hadn’t been so painful, the fact Pryce was so convinced that Celena was with the Rebellion when in fact she hated the Rebellion.

Almost as much as she hated the Empire.

Celena had been caught trying to steal a weapons cache just outside of the Imperial base on Lothal. The most curious thing about it was she had been alone. It was daring to be sure but it raised the question of who sent her. She was human, late twenties with brown skin and long almost wild dark hair. She would have been beautiful if she hadn’t been strapped down and covered in blood and grime. 

“I already told you,” Celena raised her head to look up at Pryce. Her head was throbbing from the gash in it and she could feel blood trickling down her cheek. “I’m not with the Rebels.” “Do you really expect me to believe that?” Pryce leaned closer to her. 

“I don’t care what you believe,” Celena winces. “It’s the truth.”

Pryce sighs overexaggeratedly and takes a step back. “There are other ways of making you talk,” she gestures to the IT-O hovering in the corner of the room. “I simply wanted to give you the opportunity to say it on your own terms.”

“Wow,” Celena rolls her eyes. “How generous of you. With all the torture I totally missed how nice you are.”

Pryce’s nostrils flare and she hits the button controlling the shock treatment, sending another course of electricity and pain through Celena’s entire body. Celena tries to hold back her scream but fails and her scream seems to only make Pryce more excited. Almost like she was getting off on this. 

“I’ll give you one more chance or this is going to get very painful for you,” Pryce says menacingly. “Where are the Rebels who sent you?”

Celena can tell Pryce is getting annoyed and she can’t help but be amused by that. A smirk tugs on her lips one that seems to make Pryce even more annoyed. “Do your worst.”

Pryce snarls, she’s about to bring over the IT-0 droid when the doors to the room slide open. She freezes when she sees who has entered the room. “Grand Admiral,” Pryce tenses slightly. 

“Is this the thief?” Thrawn says, not even looking at Pryce, instead his attention is on Celena. 

Celena doesn’t say anything, she just looks at Thrawn. Her eyes narrow slightly as he moves to stand in front of her. She doesn’t seem impressed or scared of him. 

“I was just about to use the serum on her,” Pryce replies.

“You’ve been questioning her for hours Governor,” Thrawn is still looking at Celena. “And she has yet to break. Perhaps you are losing your touch.”

“I just need more time Grand Admi–” Pryce is cut off by Thrawn raising a hand to silence her. 

“You are done here Governor, you may go,” Thrawn says dismissively. Pryce bristles slightly, for a moment it looks like she’s going to protest but then she leaves. Celena chuckles weakly. “Ohh… she didn’t like that,” Celena muses. “No,” Thrawn says. He continues to stare at Celena, as if he’s trying to figure out who she is just from looking at her. “If you’re going to torture me I’ve had worse…” Celena winces as she raises her head to look up at him. She’s realizing now that unlike all the other Imperials he isn’t human, she makes a slightly confused sound. “Something amuses you?” “You’re …not human.”

“How observant of you.”

“And you’re with the Empire? …why?”

Thrawn raises a brow. It was curious to him that this woman would think to ask that when she was the one captive, she was the one being tortured. And yet she was curious about something that to him was trivial in this moment.

“What is your name?” Thrawn asks instead of replying.

It was a question that Pryce hadn’t bothered to ask her.

“Celena.” “Celena. No surname?”

“...no.”

“Are you a Rebel?” “Your friend seems to think so.”

“Governor Pryce has a tendency to be… overzealous in her methods,” Thrawn leans in closer to Celena, as if he’s studying. “Is that what you’d call it?” Celena scoffs slightly. She feels uneasy under the gaze of his glowing red eyes. She’s met Chiss before so it wasn’t his eyes that unnerved her it was something about the way he was looking at her. 

“Are you going to tell me your name?” she asks. 

Thrawn tilts his head. “Thrawn.”

“...your actual name.”

Thrawn pauses a moment. “Mitth’raw’nuruodo.”

“Mitth’raw’nuruodo,” she repeats. She doesn’t seem to struggle saying his name as most humans would. There is barely even a hint of an accent as she says it.

Thrawn is surprised but he doesn’t show it. He doubts this woman is with the Rebels. The Rebels wouldn’t have sent someone to do something so risky alone. Which made the question of who she really was all the more interesting. He moves to the side of the gurney Celena is strapped to and presses a button, the straps retract and the suddenness of it sends Celena falling to the floor. She hits the floor hard and groans softly. 

“Bring her to my office,” Thrawn finally looks away from her, focusing on the Stormtrooper standing by the door. “I will question her there.”

Thrawn leaves the room, leaving Celena on the floor. Every part of her body aches, now that she’s on the ground it even hurts to breathe. This hadn’t gone how she hoped it would. And inwardly she feels sick. She had been so sure her plan would work she hadn’t really thought of the alternative. Or maybe at this point, she didn’t care. Getting caught by the Imperials was no worse than what she had to go back to. The Stormtrooper yanks her roughly off the floor. “Get moving Rebel Scum!”

*** 

Thrawn watches Celena as she uses a damp cloth to wipe the blood off her face. When she got to his temporary office he had a cloth with a bowl of warm water waiting for her as well as food. There was something different about this woman, something he found intriguing. And since torture hadn’t made her talk, he would try something else - something less crass than the interrogation droid.

“Do you always stare,” Celena asks, lowering the cloth so she can fully look at Thrawn. “You aren’t a Rebel,” Thrawn says simply. “That much is obvious.” “To you,” Celena replies, her eyes going down to the food. “It’s not tampered with,” Thrawn tilts his head. “That would defeat the purpose of bringing you here.”

“Why am I here then?” Celena lowers the cloth. There is still blood on her face. It’s dried and it’s itchy on her skin but that feels like the least of her concerns right now. What she needed was a way out here. 

Thrawn doesn’t say anything right away. “I must say I’m impressed you withstood Pryce’s torture. Most would break under such duress.” 

Now Celena is the one who is quiet she looks at the plate of food - basic bread, likely from those portion packets she had gotten so accustomed to eating. 

“I take it you have met my kind before,” Thrawn says.

“Once,” Celena replies. She doesn’t want to elaborate on that. Instead, her attention goes to the few art pieces in the room. 

Even if this was just a temporary office for Thrawn before he went back to his ship he liked to be surrounded by art. He had made sure to bring a few pieces with him, after all if he was going to be here for any length of time he needed something. He had brought one of Sabine Wren’s paintings with him, it made sense considering the Ghost crew’s ties to Lothal. And it would give him more time to study it, to understand it – to understand the Rebels. 

Celena begins to wipe at the blood and grime on her face again, moving the damp cloth down to her neck. Thrawn watches her, he studies her. With some of the blood removed there really is no denying she is beautiful, it wasn’t attraction just a simple fact. He squints slightly as she wipes away the dried blood from her neck, there is a mark there…

“I know you are not a Rebel, Celena,” Thrawn stands up and moves to stand behind her chair. He leans down, putting a hand on Celena’s head to move her so he can get a better look at it. “What are you–” Celena tries to pull away from him. “This mark,” Thrawn stares at it. It isn’t just a mark, it’s a brand. “You belong to the Hutt Cartel.”

Celena pulls away from him, dropping the cloth and standing up. From the way she pulls away it’s clear she doesn’t like being touched. She crosses her arms over her chest as she glares at Thrawn. “And if I do?” 

Thrawn straightens and puts his hands behind his back as he looks at her. “The Hutts would not be foolish enough to send you to steal from us and considering how you still have that brand,” he pauses for a moment. “Did you think you could give them the weapons cache in exchange for your freedom?”

Celena moves her arms tighter around herself. “Does it matter?”

“I suppose it does not,” Thrawn takes a step closer to her. “At least not to most of the Imperials here.” “You’re Imperial.”

“Yes, I am.”

For a few moments, they stood there, staring at each other. Something about the way Thrawn looks at her makes Celena’s skin crawl and soon she has to look away. Instead of looking at him she turns her attention to the painting in the corner of the room. 

“You like art?” Thrawn asks.

Celena says nothing, she takes a few steps closer to it as she takes it in. The shapes, the colours, they all seem to have meaning and for a brief moment she feels a pang of jealousy. This artist had a story. A purpose. Thrawn watches her, her reaction to the piece makes him more curious about her. 

It was hard not to be curious. Besides… she could become useful later. Connections to the Hutt Cartel, connections to the Outer Rim.

“This was painted by a Mandalorian,” Thrawn moves so he’s standing next to her. 

“This is a story,” Celena says, still looking at the painting. “I doubt you’re supposed to have this.”

“I like to collect art from my adversaries,” Thrawn says. “It allows me to understand them better. Their motivations.” “I doubt the artist likes you have this then.”

Thrawn almost chuckles. “No, I doubt she does either.” 

Celena turns to look at him then, her brow furrowed. “So what are you going to do with me then?”

“I am going to give you a room, with a proper bed,” Thrawn replies. “You will stay here until I decide what to do with you.” Celena’s mouth opens to say something. “Do not mistake this for kindness Celena. I am merely deciding how useful you could be to me. Until then you will be locked in a room. I suggest you don’t try to escape.”

Celena stares at him, there is something almost menacing about the way Thrawn says that. She knows if she tries to escape he won’t stop whatever will happen to her. It also seems clear that he knows she has nothing to escape too. Go back to the Hutts or stay here and just wait and hope that she may have a better outcome.

She didn’t have a choice. So she forces a smile. 

“With Imperial hospitality, how could I refuse?”

Thrawn smirks.

#thrawn x oc #thrawn x ofc #thrawn fic #star wars fanfic #star wars oc #!mine #thrawn x celena #star wars expanded universe fic #thrawn eu

[lil-tachyon]

Hey logan, i'm trying to get into sci fi more, do you have any media, movies or otherwise you'd say it's a must watch for someone starting to get into it? Thanks

Super broad question! And precisely the thing I love to talk about. Although unfortunately I really don’t watch a lot of movies or TV so the best I can do for you is list some stuff I like and hope that you find something you enjoy. If we were talking sci-fi literature, that’s something I would probably write a full essay on- if anyone’s interested in reading my thoughts on that and getting my really long list of recommendations, just let me know. I might even do it on my own anyway, just for fun…

I guess if we’re going to talk about “must-watch” sci-fi movies then we have to talk about Star Wars first just to get it out of the way. I’ll keep it brief, far too much ink has been spilt regarding this franchise and you can find more in-depth opinions somewhere else. The original trilogy is great- there’s a reason it launched one of the biggest media franchises of the past 45 years. Endlessly rewatchable, somehow still looks better than basically any other big budget SFF popcorn movie and just plain fun. If you somehow haven’t seen the OT yet, get to it. 

You don’t really need to watch any other Star Wars stuff aside from the OT. The prequels aren’t exactly essential and they’re unquestionably worse in terms of dialog, acting, pacing (i.e. the nuts and bolts of storytelling.) If you’ve never watched Star Wars before you won’t have any nostalgia for them so you can skip them. Don’t even bother with the Disney sequels- pointless and incoherent. If you DO for some reason want more Star Wars in your life I can give you two recommendations: 

First is the masterpiece that is Genndy Tartakovsky’s (creator of Samurai Jack) Star Wars: Clone Wars (2003) (no, not the CGI Clone Wars show you’re probably thinking of). Split into 25 episodes ranging in length from two to twelve minutes, the whole show is only about two hours long but boy is it sweet. There are no main characters and not much in the way of an overarching plot. Instead the show is composed of a series of rapid-fire vignettes that take place across the entire Star Wars galaxy and tell dozens of unique microstories. It’s pulpy and fun and never takes itself too seriously and the whole thing is on YouTube because for some reason Disney actually hates everything that made Star Wars good and hasn’t taken the time to copyright strike it.

Second recommendation is the Mandalorian. I didn’t believe it when people started raving about it, but it really is great and tells a poignant, self-contained, original story. It’s not perfect and it definitely suffers from the Disneywars curse of really obnoxious references to the OT, but it’s absolutely worth the watch.

Damn that’s so much more time than I wanted to spend on Star Wars. I always forget how much of a SW geek I am until I start talking about it…

Quick list of the other big “essentials” that I’ve seen and can recommend before I get into more personal stuff (in no particular order):

Alien (1979) - Weird and creepy and gross and with impeccable visual design in every single frame. I need to rewatch it, only seen it once.

Akira (1988) - Massive, groundbreaking, unsettling, beautiful. Brought cyberpunk into the visual realm, brought anime to the West in a whole new way. I could rewatch it a hundred times. 

2001: A Space Odyssey (1968) - A foundational film that moves at a foreboding crawl and leaves you feeling unsafe and unsure of what you just watched. (Also my dad’s band referenced the monkey scene in their big-label debut music video, so that should be reason enough to watch it)

Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977) - UFOs, the American West, and the most 70s-looking cast imaginable. It feels more a product of its time than most of the others on this list, but I love it for that and it does nothing to make it any less impactful or engrossing.

The Terminator (1984) and Terminator 2: Judgement Day (1991) - I waited waaaaaay too long to watch these. I only got around to seeing them this past year in fact. I had always just written them off in my head as nothing more than cheesy 80s action flicks but my God are they good and so much different from what I expected. The first one is basically a sci-fi slasher film and the second is probably the best sequel film I’ve ever seen and takes everything in a totally different direction that still manages to build on all the groundwork laid by the first. Please watch, don’t be like me and wait until you’re twenty-six. 

Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind (1984) - My favorite Ghibli movie. For being a film about people flying airships and fighting bugs in a giant toxic jungle, it really has a lot of important stuff to say and says it very well.

Castle in the Sky (1988) - Hits a lot of the same plot beats as Nausicaä and, imo, suffers a little bit in comparison but still a great anime sci-fantasy romp. 

The Thing (1982) - Disgusting sci-fi horror in the glacial Antarctic wastes

The Twilight Zone (1959-1964) - The first, the best. Sure, it’s inconsistent in terms of quality, but it’s at least consistently weird and inventive and the good episodes are really damn good. Also something I love about it is the acting- it’s very over-the-top expressive and exaggerated. Feels more like it’s meant for the stage than for the small screen. You don’t see a lot of TV like that these days. 

The X-Files (1993-2002, 2016-2018) - Absolutely in my top 5 TV shows. It was great to watch as a 14-year-old because I was still young enough to find it scary, and it’s great on every re-watch because I can really appreciate how much chemistry Gillian Anderson and David Duchovny have and how fun, goofy, and overall weird it is. As I recall it starts to decline noticeably in season 8. Season 9 you’ll have to grit your teeth to get through. The 2016-2018 revival is half composed of unwatcheable “storyline” episodes and half surprisingly good-to-great “monster of the week” episodes.

Cowboy Bebop (1998-1999) - My number one favorite anime, I love everything about it. So much effort goes into small background details and characters that only appear for a few seconds and it really goes a long way to making the whole universe of the show feel so real that you could see yourself living in it. Also the soundtrack is top-notch, I listen to it regularly. 

Neon Genesis Evangelion (1995-1996) and End of Evangelion (1997) - Another one that I took too long to get to and to be honest I probably would’ve been more into it had I watched it when I was younger, but it’s still great and I recommend it. Features a classic “inflation suit” episode

Stuff that’s less “essential” but I really like it:

Planetes (2003-2004) - My second favorite anime. Starts off as a workplace slice-of-life and slowly builds into a really, really emotional conclusion. Can’t recommend it enough.

Forbidden Planet (1956) - A sci-fi adaptation of Shakespeare’s The Tempest (I’m an illiterate piece of shit so I can’t tell you how good an adaptation it is). It’s slow-paced and eerie, and way more atmospheric than its decidedly 1950s visuals would lead you to believe.

Digimon: The Movie (2000) / Summer Wars (2009) - A short story: as a kid I probably watched the Digmon Movie about a million times. It was huge with kids my age and was probably an entire generation’s first introduction to ska-punk. It’s a great movie. Anyway, fast forward about a decade and a half and at some point I sit down to watch Summer Wars with my brother on no other information than that we heard it’s good. And it is! But pretty soon into the movie we both notice something odd- it seems to feature almost the exact same plot as the Digmon Movie. After a bit of digging we find out that they were both directed by the same guy and it seems he just had this idea in his head for a story that he really wanted to make for over a decade because Summer Wars is basically a more mature and less merchandisable remake. Watch them both!

Samurai Jack (2001-2004, 2017) - the first cartoon I saw as a kid that really made me say “finally, something for me!” I wouldn’t get another TV show aimed at me that was “cool” and “epic” and “badass” until ATLA came out. Nothing beats watching a samurai fight a million robots and bounty-hunters on an endless quest to go back to the past. Also the season 5 revival is great and I genuinely don’t get why a lot of people seemed to really hate on it. 

Moon (2009) - It’s been a LONG time since I watched it, but I liked it quite a bit. A lonely lunar miner runs into what seems to be his double and things get spooky…

Prospect (2018) - More space miners running into trouble! Really great costume and prop design on a super small budget (but you wouldn’t know it from how good it looks). 

Mobile Suit Gundam 0080: War in the Pocket (1989) - Listen- I’m not a gundam guy. I don’t care about all the different robots and I’m not about to watch 40 years of TV to try and figure out the story. Which is why War in the Pocket is great because it’s six episodes long and it just tells a really touching story punctuated by cool robot battles and you don’t need to know anything about Gundam to enjoy it.

Royal Space Force: The Wings of Honnêamise (1987) - A story about a space race set on an alternate world. What really sets it apart is the visual design- every detail from books, to currency, to texts to vehicles, to architecture is unique enough to feel totally alien but also grounded enough to somehow feel familiar. It’s quite an achievement. Trigger Warning: there’s a very uncomfortable rape scene in the middle of the film that seems to come out of nowhere. I’m still not sure why they chose to include it.

Jin-Roh: The Wolf Brigade (1999) - Military police get up to some real nasty stuff in alternate history fashy 1950s Japan. Very depressing, all my friends complained to me about how sad it was even though they went into it knowing what it was about and agreeing to watch it with me. You just can’t win sometimes!

That’s about all I have for now. I know it’s all kind of basic bitch stuff but like I said, I don’t often watch movies/TV. Hope it helps and thanks for the great question!

#sci fi #send me an ask! #long post

[zeondraws]

Some longterm project I am working on

So one thing I wanna document with my tumblr is this bus story I am developing. I want it to be something special for me. Something I can just rewatch again or look at when I have time. I just have absolutely no clue how it will turn out while I work on it the next years or so. Main themes of this story will be conflicts between individuals (in this case, literally between bus characters) and how it can be solved, seeing joys in life and going on an adventure and just something that is fun for the whole family. I atleast thing there is a great lack of something inbetween for babies and adults. I mainly see bus animated content for "babies" and the other spectrum is 18+ stuff for adults mainly those who like machines. (This topic is way broader than I am writing in here, sorry for this generalised summary!). Don't get me wrong, I respect both sides, I just wish there would be more. It just feels like this niche lacks something, not in the sense of cars movie or magic school bus. But something that everyone can enjoy especially teenagers, young adults who go through difficult phases in their life and maybe can watch something that is fun and informative. Also to maybe get people interested in busses/public transport. I just notice that bus companies don't know or don't have the capeabilities to make something fresh that actually will make more people be interested in this. Or maybe I am not seeing the whole picture, I know in certain countries/parts of the world public transport is way more common and supported than other countries.

But when it comes to art related things? I don't see much, only the same stuff over and over again. Even tho I find all the artists I see to be very talented and I am happy that they do what they love. Now before I dwell so much on this, I shall write a bit more about my project; I am documenting everything on my toyhouse, usually only my friends that I trust have access to the character pages, because I don't feel comfortable for strangers to read them. And here is the current list of characters I added in there.

The thing is there are some more characters missing in there and I have to figure out how much I can flesh them all out. (Excuse me for calling the folder Bussy lore, I just find it funny)

And here is an example of a character page

Might not be the most prettiest out there but I can pretty much put everything I need onto it and just check it again whenever.

I love keeping everything visually seperated, toyhouse is a good website for that. Previously I wanted to have two seperate "stories" take place, "Main Story" and "Offworld Story", but after a while I figured that I found the Offworld concept much more interesting than Main, so I figured I will merge them together. And with that I will call the Story "Offworld", this referring to what happened to the busses:

Vehicles who were test subjects on a "planentary lab" to test Artifical intelligence on, basically trying to see if those vehicles are self aware or not. And if they can develope a "social life" between each other. To check if they can feel complex emotions like humans can and what not. All that jazz, imagine that ex machina movie but with a different approach? I might try and watch a bunch more movies about AI/Machines to further grasp what how other authors deal with this topic. Tho with school I often don't have much time on my hands. This here would be how this Offworld would look like:

The planet in the foreground is called Castor, at the back you see the "planetary lab". Both are located in the Andromeda Galaxy in the Wallace's System. Well that system doesn't exist irl but I just made my own. You can see that the lab is kinda broken, it basically got damaged when the enemies of the owner of this lab attacked them. Now of course it might be strange to say that they tried to steal an entire planet but I'll figure it out eventually.

This planetary lab originated from Zeon's System, both of theses systems are far away from each other. It's mainly a problem that the owners of said lab are unable to locate it, thus the busses being "stranded" in a dangerous enviroment and having to settle on this new place. Plock, one of the bus characters, takes the lead to build a new home on Castor and gather enough materials to fix the lab and find their home again. It will take quite a while before they establish contact again, pretty much 30 years of waiting. While the busses wait they face many conflicts. This is where I could try to incooperate a few themes into the story, how they interact with other civilisations, with each other, with their world and with the lab. I would focus on a few busses especially, Milos who is the son of Plock and who is supposed to take over once his father is no longer. Putting him under great pressure and strictly raising his son so he turns out "perfect".

Other busses I would mainly showcase are Edwin, Alyx, Helene, Solange, Ellen & Marcin and Alondra.

Some other busses would be more like side characters, them being Romy & Mallory, Steffan, Althea, Ikarues and so on Some of the busses on my toyhouse will not appear in Offworld, mainly duo to unforseen circumstances that happened in "Main Story". One Character I'd like to empathise is Helene (I shortly talked about her in another post), she isn't actually a bus, or well wasn't always a bus. She is actually the Central AI of the planetary lab and would basically guard it from any hostile entities entering it. Her original form was a mechanical centipede that stands over 30m tall. It used to have a somewhat deer shaped head

I know this sketch is a bit rough, I drew this waaaay back in 2018? And the design stuck with me so I made it be a part of her original form, tho her ref is not in the works yet. I am currently working on a huuuuge ref sheet for Milos. At one point she took notice of the "Bus/Sentient AI Project" and wanted to partake in it, so she implanted a part of her conciousness into a bus. And pretty much lived alongside them for years. She developed her first "crush" on a bus named Ikarues and slowly began feeling more alive. Mainly because she was able to live among sentient beings who were similar to her, usually she was surrounded by humanoids and guarded this planet on her own for over a millenia. At one point she would change her centipede form to have a "bus head" removing her old deer head.

I am actually interested in properly developing her centipede body some more the coming weeks, I drew this piece quite a while ago to some specific part of the story that might be scrapped, I have to see.

She will definetely be one of the important characters in Offworld, I think I can do many interesting things with her, regarding her life and the amount of years she lived in solitude. How it feels to be alone for such a deeply developed AI.

I am just excited to see what I can do with this entire project, many fun things to add and explore, some topics are somewhat close to me. Especially when it comes to family and friends, and problems that arise and how to deal with them, and pretty much finding a meaning in life.

With all that being said, I will go further into some themes/characters in the coming weeks when my busy schedule allows it. Happy reading! Hope to see you soon!

#my lore #my busses #lore post #I forgot about this

[chicgeekgirl89]

Kenobi

I have watched. I am a wreck. I basically cried the entire time. Here are my thoughts (mostly for my own posterity):

Episode I

-This is everything I wanted. Just sad Obi-Wan being sad on the saddest planet. It’s amazing. You can see the weight he carries with him. Ewan McGregor is incredible.

-I’m so glad I went into this knowing nothing. Everything is a surprise.

-Baby Leia. Of all the things I could have imagined, I didn’t imagine we’d get Baby Leia. She’s perfect. She is Anakin’s and Padmé’s daughter in every way and I love her. She is the most dramatic baby in the galaxy and I am here for it. Also her outfit is 💯.

-Obi-Wan still knows how to sass.

-Obi-Wan waking up and asking for Qui-Bon. My heart. My heart is shattered. He’s so alone.

-This other Jedi. God, that conversation is so painful. Obi-Wan is right. He’s not the man he used to be. But he will find himself again, I know it. 

-Bail 😭😭😭

-I basically cried this entire episode.

Episode II

-The haunted look on Obi-Wan’s face when he sees that clone trooper.

-Obi-Wan referring to Leia as his daughter is too much. I can’t. 

-Obi-Wan is going to DESTROY this fake Jedi man.

-God he really SOUNDS like Obi-Wan in this one. I’ve missed him.

-That he’s even touching a blaster is soul crushing. So uncivilized. 

-THE MUSTACHE FIDDLE

-WE’RE EVEN GETTING WHUMP MY GOD IT’S PERFECT

-BABY LEIA DEFENDING HERSELF IS AMAZING

-Obi-Wan holding Baby Leia’s hand 😭. Don’t think about how it must feel like holding Baby Anakin’s hand. DON’T. THINK. ABOUT. IT.

-”This would’ve been easier with the army.” That is for sure Anakin Skywalker’s child. FOR. SURE.

-He called her “Your Highness” 😭

-The Temple truly needed a disguise class. Why are they so good at so many things and so bad at hiding? THEY’RE STILL JUST FARMERS I CAN’T 😂

-And he reaches for the Force and it answers. Full body chills.

-”You’re not alone Obi-Wan.” 😭

-The way he can’t even breathe when he finds out about Anakin. My poor baby.

-”Anakin.”

#Obi-Wan Kenobi #Obi-Wan Kenobi Spoilers #Star Wars #Baby Leia #If anybody wants to message me and scream about this I am open to screaming #Also crying #I basically cried the entire time

[erindrifter]

Friends! Did you know that a parsec is an absolutely insane unit of measurement?

OK. So, let's preface this, shall we? In Star Wars: A New Hope, Han Solo boasts that the Millenium Falcon made the Kessel Run in 12 parsecs. This was a frequently poked at statement, as a parsec is a measurement of distance, and not time.

In the movie Solo, this plot hole is fixed, as we see that Kessel has a single tunnel where you can fly through, as the planet is surrounded by a large cloud monster black hole thing that is kinda strange to think about.

Anyways, Han takes a shortcut through this space cloud, so the path that should be 14 parsecs is done in 12. Thus, that line is now accurate.

HOWEVER. A parsec is a very large distance. Firstly, what is a parsec?

Parsec is short for Parallax Second. Parallax refers to the method of using two different points of reference to figure out distance. That makes no sense, so let me explain it through example. Hold your finger up, covering something specific while you close one eye. Now, switch which eye you are using, and your finger should seem to jump to the side. (For example, if you close your left eye and hold up your finger, when you close your right eye and open your left eye, the finger should shift to the right)

Parallax is complicated to explain in text, I am realizing.

So, we try to use this method to measure distance between us and the stars. However, there is no two points on Earth that are far enough apart to see any shifting in the stars, but luckily for us, we can apply some patience. Take one photo of a specific star, wait 6 months, then take a photo of that same star, then compare the two. That 6 month interval puts the Earth on one side of it's orbit around the sun to the other, which is enough distance to get the parallax effect.

So, measuring the amount of movement that the stars make between these two pictures will give us a good measurement of the distance between us and the stars in question. Closer objects will seem to move a lot more than distant ones. (This is exactly how your eyes work, by the way. Your brain is doing these calculations all the time. It's why losing sight out of one eye will reduce or remove your ability to judge depth)

If we were to graph these movements onto a grid, each panel would be 1 Parallax Second. I don't fully understand this part of it, but that's what a parsec is. It's a measurement of distance created by the parallax measured at the sides of Earth's orbit around the sun.

Make sense? No? How about this: One Parsec is 3,292 lightyears.

That's. Insane. The distance between us and Proxima Centauri, the closest star system to us, is less than one parsec.

Now, let's apply a small bit of math to the Kessel Run. The tunnel is said to be 14 parsecs long.

14 x 3,292 = 46,088

So, the Kessel Run is supposedly 46,088 lightyears long. Sure, space is astronomically massive, right? But, is a galaxy?

According to Wookiepedia, the Star Wars galaxy is roughly 120,000 lightyears in diameter, which is significantly larger than our own Milky Way, which is roughly 87,000 lightyears. More math!

120,000 / 46,088 = 2.6 (plus more numbers, but let's round this one)

The Kessel Run is over one third the diameter of the entire galaxy. Even if you squish it up, and scramble it into a pile of spaghetti, that's still MASSIVE.

Basically, that line was probably best considered to be Han using terminology he didn't actually understand, just like George Lucas was when he wrote that line in the first place, because by trying to fix that mistake, now there's even more issues presented by it.

TL:DR

A parsec is such an insane measurement of distance, it's like measuring the length of my apartment in miles.

[kellykadesperate]

hi, i'm the anon from before! oooh, so many thoughts, i can pretty much agree with all you said! good tea good tea. i do not want to make this too long and bombard you with a mile-long message so i will *try* to keep this short...er? by picking out a few things you mentioned that rotate in my brain the most rn!

(edit: okay sorry, i failed at keeping it short lol <3 just ignore this massive text if it's too much, no worries lolol)

hen's doc arc... oof. ok so i am having lots of thoughts about that specifically but i think the issue is more of an overarching problem than hen's doc arc actually. i hope you are ok with me going on a tangent LOL. how you said that the characters feel like they are *stuck* – yes, that is exactly how i see it, too. tbh i realized that especially in the finale episode when they all got their "happy end". anyone noticed how it was incredibly romance-heavy for all characters? none of the characters seem to move towards any type of bigger personal goal that they want to achieve. hen did for a second there, and it was tossed into the trash. none of them express interest in anything that isn't their current job or family tbh, and none of these characters were shown to achieve something tangible except falling/staying in love. buck seems to express interest in being captain whenever it's a topic, so there's that, but it's still more of a vague idea and less something he's actively working towards (cause how can you work on gaining life experience? bobby basically just said he must be older). don't get me wrong, them finding love and staying a close family is cute, but it's incredibly bland when that's the only thing you give to the entire ensemble. cannot for the life of me remember any of them have actual hobbies or life goals that are meaningful to them and that are not linked to firefighting or romance/family. that's also a reason why the s6 ending felt so disney-esque, i think. the characters have nothing to show for themselves after 6 seasons worth of development, so the message of that rushed ending was "but at least they all have a romantic partner now, aren't you happy?" greetings from the land of amatonormativity lol. do none of them want to achieve anything in their lives? do none of them have some dream they want to fulfill, even if it's something small and silly but still meaningful to them?

this is pretty dramatic for the show imo, because the heavy emphasis on the found family trope seems to be more of a cage for the individual characters than a support system at this point. if the characters aren't allowed to outgrow their baby shoes because their work dynamic is not allowed to change, then their future in the show looks quite bleak. forever forced to stay in the same dynamic, forever playing the same role within the family. "doomed by the narrative" sounds a bit too much but honestly, is it really that far off? this is why, i think, they abruptly ended hen's doc arc as well – because her leaving the firefam is against the idea of them staying that perfect team that they are rn and that every single one of them is irreplaceable within that family dynamic. i do love found family, i really do, but it's obvious how it's turning into a stiff corset for the characters that forces them to stay in this One Place their entire lives. i really need the show to stop with that and focus on the individuals more: give them hobbies, give them passions, give them silly/interesting/meaningful life goals! give them something to achieve that is not connected to their families or love interests! allow them to "leave" the firefam to show us that they're family even if they do not work together anymore! i am pointing at Guardians of the Galaxy 3 as reference – a movie that understood that there is a charged relationship between "the needs of the group" versus "the needs of the individuals" within family dynamics, and how you can let others live their own lives without it destroying strong family bonds. i genuinely do not want to see them all be reduced to the relationships they have with each other. give them something to experience and work towards and achieve that is just for themselves. something that they can be proud of.

i agree re your stance on buck's storyline! i think it had a lot of incredible moments, hence why i was SO excited to see what they plan to set up with this, if he'll truly go to italy like the doctor said many do after traumatic experiences or something lmao. the fact that it just kinda... did not lead to anything was a bit disappointing, but i am still hopeful that they'll pick that back up in s7 and expand on the idea that buck somehow found his answer to what "true happiness" looks like to him.

and you are so right, the show is just not that good with giving us tangible consequences that truly affect the narrative long-term. they do something, but only shortly, and often just to create a bit of predictable drama that i KNOW will not matter anyway, before they return back to the status quo as if nothing ever happened. and i'm like, (shrug emoji) why should i care, karen? all of this is inconsequential anyways. one example is eddie leaving the 118 because chris was upset. instead of showing them working through it by communicating and both learning something from it all, they made eddie leave abruptly and then, blink and you miss it, he's back again. neither he nor chris learned anything from this. the show fails at doing that at sooo many points, though, that i just don't expect anything else anymore. (that sounds fairly defeatist but i'm just being honest). granted, ik that this is typical for a show in this genre, but others are able to really be consequent with their narrative choices and show that the characters and their priorities were truly and irrevocably altered due to what happened to them. that leaves me unsatisfied a lot of the time because it's giving me Marvel? like, these characters can literally go through anything, even literal death, but in the end, it's like you multiplied them by one: they are somehow exactly the same as before but a Process Has Occurred. not trying to say that there is zero character development; however, given how much shit they all go through, the consequences are disproportionately small and disregarded too easily.

omgggg strongly agreed with the pacing. chim's proposal is a good example for it, yeah sdfghjk. it often feels like the show sets up very simple ""problems"" that every normal person would easily solve in five minutes but the show just streeeeetches them to no end until i am, quite frankly, fed up with it to a point i skip entire chunks of the episodes. and that is, how you explained very well, tied to the cases as well. i quite literally do not understand that weird system they have set up in 911. they take sooo much screen time for side characters that will never matter again and who do not interest me at all. these are characters that are there to be vehicles and narrative foils for the main characters imo, but they get too much screen time for the job they have narrative-wise and even then do not really fulfill the job they were created for. if they worked on one (1) case that stretched over more episodes, then maybe i'd say that investing a bit more time to build these characters is useful. but that's not how the show does it, so all i can think is "you wasted 10 precious minutes here that you should have given one of the main characters during one of their pivotal moments instead". meanwhile, 911 somehow fails to give canon love interests or new reoccurring characters this type of treatment? why did we not get a 10 minute set-up solely focusing on natalia, marisol, taylor, ravi? i would genuinely want to see these characters exist outside of their relationship with the firefam. same with more established ones. where is the episode that shows us a bit more of christopher's life, for example? it's been 5 seasons and i have yet to see him live his life outside of his relationship with eddie and buck.

ough, there is more to talk about but damn this has been a long ass message, oopsie. i wanna end this by saying that i definitely wish for buck to take more responsibility, too. i lowkey think that he's actually set up to eventually be a captain, looking back at the past 6 seasons? the way buck was introduced in s1 alone was golden, but we see his stint as a fire marshal paid off work-wise, we saw that the firefam became a family thanks to his influence and that he is the one who has the strongest wish for the firefam to be a family (opposing hen and chim who said that they lost touch with other 118 members beforehand), we saw him being the one to train ravi, he actually expresses interest in the position, he loves his clipboards and is being a pendant at work, he is learning how to cook for the firefam like bobby always does (maybe means nothing but the bobby parallel is still there), he was shown to stay confident and professional and in control in the s6 finale even while helping during the birth of his own biological child, he seems to truly find his calling in being a firefighter... might just be me, and maybe the show will never get that far with bobby retiring and buck truly being ready for it on screen, but i will keep this dream alive cause it helps me to look past all the pointless shit in 911 lolol.

if YOU got this far... i applaud you and give you an award. have a nice day and sorry again for the length, NO pressure to reply dsjfdfsl <3

Hey!!! ALL of this! Wow, under the cut we go:

First point: Literally YES. I feel like everyone piqued in terms of their characterisations about 3 seasons ago and since then we have been left with the same characters dealing/feeling with the same things and not really going anywhere. And yeah sure that's real life. But it doesn't make good TV. Even with Maddie, I love her in the call centre but they could have had her become further involved in the support group that helped her, have May come in and take on the call centre role but ... No. The show tends to tease with changes but never fully commits to them. Eddie leaving the 118 could have been explosive and new and different but ... no! Hen could have been a doctor but ... no! It feels like the writers are scared of rocking the boat and changing up dynamics but I think that's exactly what the show would benefit from. Also ... yes about the romantic relationships. We get it ... Eddie is lonely. Buck is incapable of not having a gf for more than half a season. The only romances in the show that feel earned are the ones which have been central to the show for years but you're right it felt like: EVERYONE GETS A ROMANTIC PARTNER AREN'T THEY SO HAPPY!! It's also funny knowing the strong likelihood that the two characters they keep matching with people (Buck and Eddie) will probably serve as comedic oh no I've walked into another relationship I'm not ready for ! Ha ha HA!

the found family trope seems to be more of a cage for the individual characters than a support system at this point > YES! Like I love how much of a family they are, it's amazing but it's also a bit like ... choosing to do something for yourself is sometimes presented as going against the team or automatically shutting you out and that's odd lol. I honestly think the only character who does seem to be independent from the group in a good way is Bobby. He has his AA stuff going, friends and support away from the group and that's so interesting to see. Same with Eddie's family, although literally every other scene was them all trying to set him up with someone and furthering the: one of the lead men is single?! fix this immediately idea they've got going on.

Eddie leaving: Yes exactly this! I actually enjoyed the change but I felt like I shouldn't have? That seemed to be the vibe. It was like another poor Eddie he's doing this for Chris rather than hey let's talk about this son and work through your very valid feelings. It was another example of ohhhh we can change the dynamic but it's just not the same :( and it's bad :( Heck even when the evil paramedic replaced Chimney and Hen was like it's temporary! you're Monday! You're not part of the team I was like ... and this is the issue with this family unit. You're at work. It's work.

they take sooo much screen time for side characters that will never matter again and who do not interest me at all: RIGHT! I thought I was just being mean but omg I do not care! The cheesy montages are the worst ssksksksksk I just ... yeah. Don't care. I really like when calls make the team reflect on something going on in their life because that's cool or when the calls have like a funny theme tied into the title of the epiosde but dear God when it's just not connected whatsoever I give up. I skip bits. I literally think: well if I skip past this, nothing will change the lives of any of the characters in the show that I am interested in. And YES, there's side characters who deserve some form of recognition/screen time and it just ... does not happen unless it is related to the firefam which again just reinforces the idea that if it is not linked to those characters - don't worry it doesn't even matter. It makes it almost silly to love any side character more than the firefam characters - bar Maddie but I think that's a lot to do with a fairly high profile known actress playing her.

Buck's progress: Honestly everything you said! I don't see them going that far with Buck, as in making him more responsible mainly because I feel like the writers still can't resist writing Buck as the child of the firefam, the impulsive hey I just cheated on my gf, hey I've walked into a relationship I don't want, hey I don't have a sofa! trope that they like because they need someone to be silly. Hen and Chimney and Bobby are all Older, they have their life together, they're settled and Eddie sort of floats between Buck and the other three. I'm hoping they grow Buck up a little! They've given him very serious stuff with him now having a biological kid, being in what looks like a serious relationship, cheating death again but out of all the characters, Buck still seems to be the one where writers love undoing maturity and progress within him so we'll see.

Don't apologise for the length! I'm not in the fandom and watch 911ls so see lots of reactions there, so it's nice to see what the consensus is in the 911 fandom

#answered asks

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Podoboo

Debut: Super Mario Bros.

Before I start this post, I’d like to clear something up. Podoboo? Yes, Podoboo! I’m well aware these enemies are often called Lava Bubbles and that’s the name Nintendo has been trying to make standardised these days, but you know what? You can’t make me! Podoboo is a lot cuter, plus its the name I grew up with and changes in society scare me and cause me to lash out! Maybe Lava Bubble is closer to the Japanese name of just “Bubble”, but since when has that been a factor in any of the localised names? Do you really want to refer as Lakitu as “Jugemu”, huh? I’ll have you know one of my civil rights as a citizen of Wet Dry World is to refer to Mario enemies with whichever official name I please. Like it or leave it!

So this is a post about Podoboo. Do you like Podoboo? I certainly Podo-do! They are perhaps the most generic design you could give to a Mario enemy, a visibly Dangerous Thing with two eyes, but they have always charmed me! It’s the little things, like their distinct shape and the fact their pupils are somewhat wider than most obstacles like this. They bring me comfort in dire times. No matter what happens, I know Podoboo will be there, jumping at a set height in a particular spot of lava! Without them I would be nothing! 

So simple is their design, isn’t it weird to think they started off as even simpler? The Podoboos in the first SMB game are completely blind, and with no eyes they may as well not be creatures at all! Of course, I’m very glad they are creatures, and their iconic behaviour was there from the start! They love to jump, of course! There is nothing they would rather be doing!

Awaken! As of Super Mario World, they have been gifted sight and are no longer blind to the sins of this world! Hurray! What do you think they see as they jump up and down? I’m surprised it doesn’t make them dizzy!

You’ll be glad to hear Podoboos have had an expansive career ever since, now with their new trademark eyes! After all, they are THE lava enemy! Anywhere you’ve got that tasty hot fire juice, these guys are soon to follow! Here they are in Super Mario RPG, called Sparkies here because they couldn’t make up their minds on a localized name and probably because they confused them with Li’l Sparkies. In Yoshi’s Story they even called them Spark Spooks! Geez, I’ll even take the name Lava Bubble over this! But doesn’t this render look nice and juicy?

Though any great career has its flops, and I have to say... I am usually the first to campaign for the unique designs from the first three Paper Marios, but I do not really like this Lava Bubble! This takes away from their distinct Mario-y charm and makes them look like a Fire Enemy you could find in any other game! Though in the RPGs they are able to float around without needing any lava, the ones in Super Paper Mario act just like the platformer ones, jumping around despite not looking like they should be doing that! Ok!

The Podoboo from New Super Mario Bros. DS just wasn’t trying very hard at all. Come on! They could’ve it a bit more justice than this! 

Ah, there we go! The Podoboos in New Super Mario Bros. Wii decided to finally stop messing about and go back to what everyone loved from them in Super Mario World. I encourage experimenting with your identity, of course, but it’s good to be back, and now they are more mortal than ever! A single shot from an Ice Flower is enough to instantly vaporize a Podoboo in a puff of smoke, which is a bit scary! Are they really just pure fireballs that can be put out just like that? What a frightening life to live!

And in Super Mario Galaxy 2, they... hey, wait!! You took away their eyes again! Now you are just being inconsiderate. This outraged me as a kid! One of my most vivid memories of playing this game with my brother involved chanting “Podoboo rights! They deserve eyes!” because this upset me so much. Maybe my past as an activist is why I am so passionate about Mario enemies these days... I think I was 100 percent correct in hindsight, and now you know some of my backstory, too!

What relief it gave me to find out they were back to their usual selves in 3D Land! And they have been ever since, of course getting redesigned for the modern Paper Mario games and everything. 

What’s this? Blue Podoboos! Podo-blues, even...! They show up in 3D World, in its incredibly cool-looking blue lava levels! It’s a well known fact that blue fire is objectively cooler than red fire, and it seems even the Podoboos wanted in on the action! Blue Lava is an actual phenomenon I’ve just learnt, though it’s a sulfuric fire rather than lava. Could it be that Podoboos, being made entirely of lava, adapt to their environment? I’m not sure...

As an aside, the blue Lava Bubbles aren’t to be confused with Lava Bubble (Blue), which are from Mario Galaxy and show up during King Kaliente’s fight! They hop around on the ground and have square-ish eyes, which is enough to make them different I guess!

The Podoboo’s next big appearance, in Super Mario Odyssey, was in Soup! Yes you heard me- Soup! Some delightfully pepto-bismol pink coloured soup, no less. This is why I wasn’t too sure about Podoboo’s being able to adapt to their environment earlier- the Luncheon Kingdom is a big soup volcano after all, but the fact these Lava Bubbles are able to live in it is very interesting!

There is simply no way I would talk about Odyssey here without talking about possibly its greatest achievement, the best game design decision ever made! After decades of begging from fans, they finally did the impossible- they made Podoboo playable! Now it is Podo-you! It is quite unlike the other captures in the game, since it keeps the Podoboo’s simple-looking eyes and simply adds onto it a nose and a mustache! You may very well be the world’s first Podoboo with a sense of smell! I wonder if that is a benefit or not. The constant smell of soup might be a bit overpowering. 

Not only is this delightful, but it gives us more insight into the life of the humble Podoboo. First of all is the fact that they can swim around in lava, not just jump in one spot! Do you think they do this when we aren’t looking? I really hope so! Imagine a school of Podoboos swimming through molten lava in a castle’s moat. How delightful! 

The Luncheon Kingdom is also home to a number of Lava cannons, marked with a Podoboo’s lovely face. These are cannons for only for Podoboos to launch themselves across the kingdom, from one body of lava to another! My question is whether this was technology made by Podoboos themselves or whether it was made by some generous Podoboo lovers as some lava equivalent to the Fish Tube. I think I would take either explanation! 

And last I have a Podoboo appearance that even I, the world’s biggest Podoboo fan, didn’t know about! Paper Mario Color Splash has a Big Lava Bubble boss which speaks with you through a Shy Guy translator! It is quite upset that you barged into its volcano and decided to change the temperature. Mario, of course, kills it anyway, and also the Shy Guy translator without a second thought.

Still, just take a look at this sprite sheet! How cute! A little disappointing that they thinned out the eyes, but wow! They more than make up for it with this range of expressions! An angry Podoboo! A sad Podoboo! And my personal favorite is of course the shocked Podoboo with its assymetrical dot eyes, which might be one of the best things I’ve ever seen. 

To be honest, I could talk about Podoboo forever! If you didn’t stop me, I would go on all day about their every appearance, but I kind of had to limit myself to some of the most relevant ones. I just think they’re neat! And cute! And silly! Besides, I’m Mod F Boy, so I’m basically obliged to talk about fireballs with eyes! But for now I must bid you Pod-adieu! 

...Not! What, did you really believe me? Well you clicked the Keep Reading button, so you only have yourself to blame for this. Here I am talking about more Lava Bubbles from all over, because Lava Bubble’s career has taken it BEYOND the Mario series! Wow!

Podoboo’s had quite a few appearance in the Zelda series, appearing in Link’s Awakening, both the Oracle games, and even Cadence of Hyrule! Their Zelda wiki page is still called Podoboo instead of Lava Bubble, which means those Zelda fans have it better than we do. But wow, this is a pretty angry looking Podoboo! I wouldn’t mess with them! 

Both the Oracle games even had a Podoboo Tower! Amazing! They look quite a lot like a Fire Snake, but they are simply a tower of Podoboos! Why don’t they do this more often?

Hm... The Cadence of Hyrule one doesn’t have any eyes. Come on guys! It’s 2019! Podoboos having eyes should be standard! Though they still made the conscious decision to call them “Podoboos” in 2019, so I can’t be too mad. 

And they have even spread to Minecraft! In the Mario Mash-up Pack, they replace the Magma Cube enemies, and really there was no better choice for this. And now we have a Podoboo Cube! What more could possibly be left for Podoboo?

The answer is obvious- Podoboo in real life! Thanks to a certain Lego Mario set, Podoboo is now real and can be in your home for the small price of 19,99 US dollars. Please give a Podoboo a home today! Just make sure you don’t own anything flammable. 

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[oliviajdjarin]

Chapter 13: An Understatement

Warnings: blaster fire and descriptions of battle, mentions of injuries, Mando gets pretty hurt and the reader is a wreck (as usual)

Author’s Note: Enjoy Chapter 13!

Mando’s POV

All Mando could think about was you.

Did you protect the child? There’s no way you leaked their info to the Empire and betrayed them, right? Were you dead?

Somehow, the third option scared him the most.

As if this could not get any worse, Moff Gideon opened his mouth yet again.

“I have just received word that you seem to have a very valuable asset on your side,” he said, and Mando knew exactly what he was getting at.

He was referring to you.

Mando’s mind raced a million miles a minute. The Empire were after you, and they had to know you had the child with them. You could hold your own, he knew that, but against an entire regime of soldiers?

Mando knew you would rather die than get the child caught, he would do the same thing, but he wanted you alive. That’s all he wanted.

“It’s ironic, really,” Moff continued. “You put your trust in the Empire to get away from the Empire.”

Moff Gideon could insult Mando all he wanted. He could insult his religion, his creed, his past, but something about him referring to you as “the Empire” when you had worked so hard to get away from it rubbed him in all the wrong ways.

You had helped Mando start to put his violent ways aside, but you weren’t here now, and Mando wanted to kill the Moff where he stood.

“It’s time you face the fact that she will return to where she belongs. My side. I hope her betrayal does not hurt your feelings too bad,” Moff said, and Cara scoffed.

Mando’s last button had been pushed.

“She didn’t betray us, Cara,” he said sternly, and Cara rolled her eyes.

“Oh, so you’re on her side? The Empire’s side?,” she responded, and Mando tried to keep his cool.

It wasn’t really working.

“We are on the same side,” Mando snapped back. “It’s time you realized that.”

You would not betray him. If you were any other person in the galaxy, Mando would start to give up now. But you showed him, in the very brief time you were together, that even people with the worst pasts can still have good hearts.

You made him feel like an idiot. Like a joke. He hadn’t genuinely cared for a person since his parents, but then the kid came along, and then you came along. It’s like the galaxy was showing him perfect prizes, but the game was impossible to win.

But the very worst part of it all, was that Mando was willing to try.

What had you done to him?

Your POV

To say this day did not go as planned was an understatement.

One second you are running for your life, the next you are being scooped up by a metal hand. It happened so fast you barely even had time to register you were lifted off the ground and placed onto a speeder bike.

Once you finally did register what had happened, you immediately thought it was the Empire’s doing, so you turned around and aimed your longspear at the driver.

“Please don’t,” the droid responded. “Me being dead would make this much worse for you.”

The nurse droid, you thought to yourself. From Kuiil’s house!

You were in such a haze of mourning and sadness those couple of days, you barely remembered meeting the droid. You even forgot it rode on the ship to this planet!

You relaxed a bit and lowered your longspear, smiling internally at the thought that a piece of Kuiil was still alive, but you didn’t put your guard down.

You hadn’t put your guard down in days, so it’s not like your overall body language changed that much.

You made sure the child was ok, and once your head finally cleared, you realized Mando was trying to reach you again.

“Kuiil, Y/N, somebody come in.”

The droid picked up the comm device before you could get it, and responded in a very monotoned voice.

“Kuiil has been terminated.”

That ought to make Mando feel better, won’t it, you thought to yourself.

You were going to take the comm device out of the droid’s hand, but you froze when you heard Mando’s tone of voice speaking through the comms again.

“What did you do?” he asked, and you swore you could hear the venom dripping from his mouth.

It always surprised you how scary Mando could really be when he tried.

“I am fulfilling my basic function,” the droid responded.

“Which is?” Mando asked.

“To nourish and protect.”

With that statement, the droid sped up the bike, and you held the child in your lap. He looked up at you with confused eyes, and you could tell he was asking why you weren’t going home.

“We are going to save him little guy,” you said with a stroke to his ear. “We will be home before you know it.”

You smiled lightly to yourself, and before you knew it, the speeder bike was roaring through the town and taking out every trooper in sight.

Blaster fire surrounded you and you tried to focus on what was ahead.

Mando was trapped…. But where?

Finally, you squinted your eyes and saw a regiment of soldiers ahead, and you knew Mando and the rest of the team were trapped inside the building.

“There!” you yelled, pointing to Mando’s cage, and the droid turned you and the child around for protection while he continued to fire.

It was slightly disorienting at first, because you honestly didn’t expect that to happen, but you felt better about the child’s safety.

This droid is no dummy, you thought to yourself. Kuiil did a good job.

Your heart pulled slightly at the thought of Kuiil, still laying out in the desert, but he would get his proper burial.

You just had to make sure Mando didn’t get one of those first.

The droid finally slowed down, and you took the opportunity to jump off the speeder bike and dive behind a pillar.

You got the child situated in your arms well enough so he could be protected, and started making your way out of your hiding spot.

You knew you couldn’t fight with the child in your arms, that’s just stupid, but you did reflect blaster shots from the troopers and took as many out as you could.

You had to start making your way to Mando somehow, but out of the corner of your eye, it seemed Mando was coming to you.

Mando charged out into the open with Karga on his tail, and he fired at will. He kicked and punched the troopers who were close enough to him, and you couldn’t help the smile that graced over your face at the sight of him.

You couldn’t see it, but Mando was smiling too.

You stuck close to the buildings surrounding you, slowly making your way around to where Karga was, but the chaos was insane. You could barely see where the shots were coming from, let alone where you were sending them.

You looked around to find some other way, but what you did see was way better.

Mando was running to a huge cannon, and you watched him rip it off the tripod and start firing it at the stormtroopers.

Your hopes were on the rise.

You saw a dark black death trooper place a detonator on the wall of Mando’s former cage, and you panicked when you realized Cara was still in there.

You started to make your way over there when the explosion hit, but you were far enough away so that you didn’t feel any wave from it.

You continued to make your way over to her.

Your senses were going so crazy, that you didn’t even feel Moff Gideon enter the scene.

What you did feel, however, was the pain Mando felt when the Moff fired a shot directly into his helmet.

It hurt like hell, and you heard Mando cry out in pain.

You turned back to where Mando was, and you saw him take aim at Moff with his canon.

This is it, you thought. Moff Gideon is dead.

You wish you hadn’t been trained in the force so well, because the very next thing you felt was the pride in Moff’s chest when he realized how to take Mando out.

Your eyes widened and panic struck you like lighting.

Moff is gonna kill him.

“Mando,” you screamed, but it was too late.

Moff Gideon had already fired at the generator next to Mando, and you had no choice but to dive for cover. You shielded the child with your body, and you were lucky enough to not feel the effects of the explosion.

But Mando felt it all.

When the dust cleared, you saw Cara dragging, his body back inside while Karga and IG-11 followed her in.

You didn’t care about anything in that moment. And if you would have known merely weeks ago that you would run across a battle field with no armour and a child in your arms, you would have smacked yourself silly.

But you did it anyways.

You made it to the door right before it closed, and you stopped in your tracks when you almost ran right into Cara’s gun.

It was pointed right at you.

“Get out,” she said, and you raised the hand not holding the child in surrender.

“Cara please,” you plead. You could see Mando laying on the floor behind her, and your heart was breaking.

He was badly injured. You could feel it.

“You can kick me out as soon as you’d like. I promise. Just let me see him,” you ask.

The tears were starting to cloud your vision and you tried not to let your voice crack. You didn’t want Cara to think you were trying to manipulate her.

But your Mandalorian was dying behind her.

“I promise,” you say, and she finally lowers your blaster.

“Thank you,” you respond, letting a breath out of your mouth as you do it, and you run to kneel beside Mando.

Of all the pain you’ve experienced in your life, you had learned a lot about it. You had learned that you personally deal better with pain when you have something to squeeze in your hand, like a pillow or the arm of a chair. You’ve learned that there are people in the world who enjoy making others feel pain, and no matter how many times you try, you just can’t understand why. You’ve learned that bacta shots work wonders for physical pain, but mental pain is almost impossible to numb.

But worse of all, you’ve learned that watching people you care for in pain is the worst pain in the world.

And this one hurt.

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[sailormoonandme]

Usagi’s Evolution as a Healer Goddess

The other day I saw a post discussing the evolution of Usagi’s fuku and it occurred to me how Eternal Sailor Moon’s costume was her first Senshi uniform to ditch the tiara. 

That in turn led me to consider how that kind of makes Usagi weaker as it removes a very useful weapon for her. After all, if you include the movies, Usagi uses some variant of Moon Tiara Action in practically every season prior to Stars.

However, dwelling more upon it I realized how this tiny change was all too appropriate for Usagi’s character development.

Firstly, by supplanting the Tiara with her Moon planetary symbol, Eternal Sailor Moon more closely resembles both Queen Serenity, her own Princess Serenity form and her future self as Neo-Queen Serenity. 

Since all three are objectively more powerful than Usagi typically is as Sailor Moon I think the change emphasises how she has ‘levelled up’ in her Eternal form. When combined with the angel wings, Eternal Sailor Moon shifts Usagi visually closer to her future self as NQS, which in the anime is implied to be her most powerful incarnation.* It is almost as though the visual was communicating that the Divine Miracle Magic that she’d previously drawn upon as Princess Serenity in Classic-SuperS had now become ingrained in her standard Senshi form and thus was more accessible to her. 

It was in thinking of her previous efforts as Princess Serenity that I inevitably recalled her duel with Metalia/Beryl in episode 46 and realized that Eternal Sailor Moon was the first time since Classic that Usagi’s default attack was a healing  technique not a destructive one. 

Moon Healing Escalation was Usagi’s first healing technique but until Starlight Honeymoon Therapy Kiss (and it’s later upgrade, Silver Moon Crystal Power Kiss) it was also her only healing technique. 

Between regaining healing techniques and ditching her tiara/other destructive attacks/weapons, I think this represents her subtle growth in both her power and status. After all, it is a sad fact of life that it is easier to destroy something rather than fix it, thereby making the latter far more impressive.**

This skewing towards healing power rather than destructive power is also (arguably) thematically appropriate given the nature of Sailor Moon as a female power fantasy as (rightly or wrongly) the act of healing is typically coded as feminine. 

We can even take this further by examining things from the ‘opposite direction’ as it were.

Consider that in the climactic final episodes of Sailor Stars, Eternal Sailor Moon’s healing technique actually fails her when used against Galaxia. In later episodes, upon adopting her Princess Serenity form (complete with larger and more obviously angelic wings), she uses a sword to duel Galaxia.

Obviously a sword is, at least predominantly, an offensive weapon and can therefore be viewed as symbolic of aggression; let’s leave any Freudian or gendered interpretations alone for today. Her use of the sword is highly uncharacteristic (in the anime). Even her explicitly offencive weapons (like the Cutie Moon Rod or Spiral Moon Heart Rod) weren’t as clearly aggressive nor obviously violent. Desperate times calling for desperate measures? Perhaps, but we might also speculate it was her subconsciously reacting to grief. Not only can grief make you act in ways you wouldn’t normally, but a sword after all was a weapon wielded by her lover in his Prince Endymion incarnation. Her lover whom Usagi had just learned Galaxia had murdered. In other words, amidst her grief she reacts by going too hard in the other direction after healing her enemy proves ineffective.

However, when all is said and done the sword fails her.*** Ultimately is simply escalates the conflict by prompting Galaxia to become Chaos Galaxia and thereby make Usagi’s chances of victory all the slimmer. If we wished to stretch things, you could perhaps say that this is a commentary about how war and violence ultimately begets yet more war and violence.

Even if that is an over extrapolation though, it still served to emphasis the point that a sword is not befitting of Usagi, that she was doomed to lose if she continued to battle with destroying her enemy as the end goal.

In fact, her road to real victory begins when she not doesn’t attack Galaxia but makes it easier for herself to be attacked. In the end, Usagi doesn’t confront her most powerful enemy as the God-Queen of the future, the demi-goddess Princess of the distant past, the sailor-suited soldier of love and justice in the present, nor even a humble school girl.

She does it by literally stripping herself of all those things, of stripping herself of everything in fact.

Her weapons? Gone.

Her other items, like her Tiare? Gone.

Her comrades? Gone, and they’d be powerless against Galaxia anyway.

And finally, even her clothes? Gone!

Beyond the Silver Crystal (an outward visualization of her heart/soul) and the angel wings (symbolic of her role as a saviour) she is completely (but tastefully) naked.

Usagi visually and quite literally is more vulnerable  than she’s ever been, even more so than on her first night as Sailor Moon.

And yet this is Usagi at her actual most powerful.

It is her distilled to her absolute essence as a person, all other trappings removed. She’d just one person showing another they will categorically not harm them, that they bear them no malice and they have nothing to hide. That openness and compassion is what ultimately enables her to connect to the good within Galaxia and pull her away from the darkness that had corrupted her.

Usagi in this moment completely fulfilled her character arc.

·      In the Dark Kingdom arc Usagi destroys (or seals away depending upon your POV) Beryl/Metalia.

·      In the Hell Tree arc, Usagi resolves the over all plot via a healing technique (although it is functionally similar to a destructive attack). However, that only happens because the Hell Tree both instructs Usagi to do that and because it lets her. It is the equivalent of a sickly doctor instructing a nurse on what to do to make them better. The nurse might have the power but their agency as a healer is limited.

·      In the Black Moon arc, Usagi, with help, destroys Wiseman/Death Phantom. 

·      In the Death Busters arc, Usagi does save Hotaru and ‘purify’ her. However, like the Hell Tree, that was something Hotaru wanted. Additionally, her purification functioned as a way to heal the body of someone sick and who wanted to sacrifice themselves, not someone actually evil. The evil in question was Pharaoh 90 and it is presumed that Usagi destroyed him (although it might’ve been Hotaru or the pair of them together). 

·      Forgive me for skipping the Dead Moon Circus arc as Chibiusa is the real protagonist there, and Usagi’s role is chiefly as a rescuer. It therefore doesn’t really apply, although the Nehelenia mini-arc from Stars is a different story. There, Usagi was a healer again, but she did it with the help of her loved ones and with the aid of her Tiare device. Nevertheless, we can see by this point Usagi’s capacity as a healer heroine had been gradually growing until we get to the battle with Galaxia.

By the end of series, Usagi has successfully healed Galaxia and it is neither with the aid of her comrades, nor with the power of a weapon or device, nor with any instructions from her ‘patient’ or any other third party.

Additionally, Galaxia (unlike Hotaru) wasn’t someone’s who was saved from a noble self-sacrifice or had a physical ailment that needs to be addressed. In Galaxia’s case, her very soul had lost it’s way and become corrupted. She had lost who she was supposed to be and her purpose in life had been perverted.****

When combined with how powerful Galaxia always was, how Chaos and the Star Seeds empowered her further, Usagi’s victory here cannot be understated.

Her ‘patient’ was more powerful than all her other adversaries, was in need of more healing than her other ‘patients’ and was more resistant to being healed. Not to mention, since she’d directly murdered her beloved friends (and indirectly aborted her future daughter), Usagi would’ve been forgiven for not  even trying to salvage Galaxia 

And yet, with no weapons, no backup and just the power of her heart and soul basically, Usagi succeeded. 

After Stars the idea that Usagi could heal the entire planet after a global catastrophe and reshape it into a fairy tale crystalline utopia was all too believable.

What’s healing one planet when her ability to empathise had already healed a whole galaxy?

Who needs a tiara to reduce evil to dust when you can simply convince evil to be good?

*This is arguably symbolized by baby Hotaru’s vision of NQS transforming into Eternal Sailor Moon in episode 1 of Stars.

In fact, we might argue that a low-key subplot running through all of Stars (both the Nehelenia and Galaxia portions of it) is gradually transitioning Usagi closer to the person she is destined to become as Neo-Queen Serenity, hence why the first episode features the most explicit reference to her fate as Queen since R. 

**Personally I am an atheist, but nevertheless I and others like me can grasp why  deities in most major religions through history weren’t simply capable of mass scale destruction, but also of essentially manipulating reality to create  things too.

By that same token, it’s little surprise that perhaps the widest spread religious figure in history was Jesus Christ who rarely (if ever) engaged in aggression or destructive acts, predominantly employing divine healing powers.

I suspect the attraction of such figures to human beings lies in the fact that on some level we know that, given the right time and resources, we mere mortals would be capable of destroying anything. Given time it’s all but certain we will develop the technology to even destroy planetary bodies. On the flipside, I think we also intuitively grasp that  reversing  such damage, of reattaching a limb, of stanching bleeding, etc, is far more difficult if not impossible. Hence we attributed the ability to do such things to larger than life Divine Entities.

*** Now that I think of it, it’s also poignant that Usagi tries and fails to defeat Galaxia with a sword when we take Sailor Uranus into consideration. 

Uranus is of course associated with her weapon, the Space Sword and, like Usagi, tried and failed to use such a weapon against Galaxia.

Giving Uranus a sword is symbolically appropriate given her role as the leader of the more aggressive branch of the Sailor Team. Having her fail against Galaxia and Usagi consequently fail by in some way ‘mimicking her tactics’ is equally symbolically appropriate. Not only because of their ideological conflict in Sailor Moon S but also their tensions in Sailor Stars itself. In both situations Usagi’s more open, less aggressive, ideology was ultimately proven correct. 

Thus in using a sword against Galaxia it represented how Usagi was always doomed to fail by taking the aggressive/destructive route and how she was arguably not being true to herself in that moment. 

****It’s not to dissimilar to Darth Vader/Anakin Skywalker now that I think about it. 

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[sirikenobi12]

Dear Mr. Filoni: About Qui-Gon Jinn

Mr. Filoni, I know you are pretty much the undisputed Padawan of George Lucas, but like many students they can sometimes misunderstand their teachings or interpret things from a certain point of view. While I won’t deny you are a brilliant creator who have brought us some amazing Star Wars content you said something a little while back about Qui-Gon Jinn that I think is rather nearsighted and in my opinion incorrect.

���And with the death of Qui-Gon Jinn, Anakin loses the father figure who truly could have understood him – and maybe prevented what was to come.”

This implies several things, the first is that Anakin never had a father figure in his life. Or, rather that he lost the father figure he truly needed. In many ways this is implying that if someone grows up without a father (or a traditional father figure) then they are missing out or won’t have a stable childhood. What about all the people who are raised by single mothers or grandparents or aunts/uncles or by their older siblings? 

Pixar’s Onward is a great example of finding a father figure through an older brother, it highlights that just because Ian never had a chance to meet his father didn’t mean that he lost out on a father figure in his brother Barley. 

“I never had a dad, but I always had you.”

Saying that Anakin lost the father figure who truly could have understood him also just spits in the face of a young man who also lost his father figure in that moment and gave up everything to raise Anakin. 

Let’s unpack that a little bit. Imagine if you will you’re twenty-five years old, you’ve worked your ENTIRE life for a particular goal which is to be a Jedi Knight, traveling the galaxy doing the most good that you can while discovering who you are on your own. Then maybe down the road when you are ready to settle down and possibly train/raise an apprentice you’ll take one on. Suddenly the only father you’ve ever known pushes you aside for a child he’s just met (without even discussing it with you first) and then uses his last words to push this child on you, making him your responsibility, thus shattering your chance at the freedom of a true Knighthood. 

By all rights Obi-Wan could’ve given Anakin’s training over to the Council, the boy was in no way his responsibility. Much like an adult sibling doesn’t have to take on the responsibility of raising their minor siblings if their parents die, they could give the children over to the state and have a chance at a normal young adulthood instead of being thrust into being a parent before they are ready. But, Obi-Wan didn’t do that because he A.) Respected/loved Qui-Gon too much not to fulfill his final wishes, and B.) Knew it would be better for Anakin to take the boy under his wing. 

I will say this until I am blue in the face: OBI-WAN WAS A FATHER TO ANAKIN!! 

In fact, in Episode 2 Anakin refers to him as a father/father figure multiple times and it is clear their relationship while Anakin was a Padawan was that of a Father/Son. It isn’t until Anakin is knighted and they are peers that you see their relationship shift to that of brothers.  

Am I saying that Obi-Wan didn’t make mistakes when raising Anakin? Absolutely not, but would I argue that Anakin was missing out on a father figure because Qui-Gon died? No, I would not. 

The second part of that quote claims that Qui-Gon Jinn could’ve been someone who understood Anakin and might’ve been able to prevent what was to come. I 100% believe that would not have happened, while I think Qui-Gon Jinn is a very interesting character there is no indication in either canon or legends that he would’ve been a good influence on Anakin. In fact, quite the opposite. Here are the top ten reasons Qui-Gon would’ve been a terrible father influence for Anakin: 

1. Qui-Gon Jinn thinks the rules don’t apply to him: While many fans applaud Qui-Gon (including apparently you, Mr. Filoni) for going against the Jedi Council and being a “Maverick” I would argue that more often than not it was to his or his mission’s detriment. This is not to advocate that the Council was 100% correct or that Jedi shouldn’t question things, but there is a difference between questioning authority figures and flat out being obstinate. This is something Anakin excels at even with being raised by the rule abiding Kenobi, imagine how bad it would’ve been had Jinn raised him.

2. Qui-Gon Jinn was selfish: There are several examples of Qui-Gon using the guise of “the will of the Force” in order to get his way. Are we honestly supposed to believe that somehow this one man was more in tune with the Force than any other Jedi (including 12 powerful Jedi who were on the Council)?? And, if he truly believed in following the will of the Force then why did he constantly bend the rules to make sure the “Force” went his way - an example of this is had he actually believed it was the will of the Force that he free Anakin, he wouldn’t have had to make the chance cube go the way he wanted it to go. He flat out cheated so he could get his way.  

3. Qui-Gon was dangerously reckless: Many Jedi are reckless, even Obi-Wan said to Yoda in ESB “so was I if you’ll remember”. But Qui-Gon was reckless in ways that was pretty astounding. For example, EVERYONE told him that his plan to get off of Tatooine was dangerous and frankly stupid. Couldn’t they have just sold the Naboo ship and then purchased a clunker that would get them to Coruscant? Honestly, that would’ve probably hidden them better from the Trade Federation in the long run...but no, he instead decided the best course of action was to put a slave child in mortal danger, thus also placing all of their lives in the hands of a boy who had NEVER won a race before. Now, it ended up working in his favor, but even still those few days spent fixing up Anakin’s pod and then the race itself delayed the Queen from getting to Coruscant which meant more people died on Naboo all because Qui-Gon refused to see any other solutions. 

4. Qui-Gon was often a bully: our Maverick had no problems throwing his weight around to get what he wanted. The Council meeting with Anakin is a perfect example, he didn’t get the answer he wanted. So he put his hands on his hips and refused to leave the room until the Council caved to his demands. Another example of this is in Claudia Grey’s Master & Apprentice where he refuses to do his duty as a Jedi and fulfill the mission simply because he had a vision. He doesn’t discuss this with the Council or with Obi-Wan beforehand, he just decides for himself this is how it’s going to be and then throws a hissy-fit when he doesn't get his way. Or how about he is the one who cheated to get his way in winning Anakin and when Watto calls him out he threatens to get the Hutts involved? He just bullies his way to getting what he wanted.

  5. Qui-Gon never saw the bigger picture: Master Jinn’s whole thing is to focus on the here and the now, and while that’s great advice (especially for Obi-Wan who often looks too far a head) it also means that Qui-Gon often misses the big picture. An example of this is in the book Master & Apprentice where he wants to free the slaves on Pijal’s moon, but Yoda has to remind him that there is a bigger picture and they can only act if it’s in their mandate. He says this not because the Council doesn’t want to free slaves, but because there are incredibly complex consequences and if they were to just do whatever they wanted/could do as Jedi it would cause all kinds of issues for others and while he could maybe free a handful of slaves now it would cause countless others to suffer in the long run. But, Qui-Gon wouldn’t accept this, because he refused to see the bigger picture - he refused to look at anything except what was right in front of him.

6. Qui-Gon has a history of failing his Apprentices: Now, I know this isn’t Canon at the moment, but by the time we make it to TPM Qui-Gon has already done severe damage to 2 former Padawans, and is in danger of having history repeat itself. Xanatos was his second Apprentice right before Obi-Wan, and this Padawan was extremely powerful and Qui-Gon insisted he be trained, but the boy fell to the darkside because he had been too old to start training and had a healthy attachment to his family (sound familiar?). Qui-Gon was so devastated by his fall that he went back and reputed his first apprentice, Feemor, claiming he was such a failure of a Master that there is no way his first apprentice should’ve been knighted. He basically in his grief pushed aside an apprentice who while on paper wasn’t anything special, but was kind and dutiful and a true Jedi (sound familiar?). He then begrudgingly takes on Obi-Wan (only after 12 year old Obi-Wan offers to kill himself to save others) and then time and time again tries to basically pawn off Obi-Wan onto someone else (even as far into their relationship as the Master & Apprentice book). Then, when it finally looks like the Kenobi/Jinn team have figured out how to work well together Qui-Gon has to literally be reminded that his Obi-Wan even exists because Qui-Gon is so blinded by Anakin’s power!! How in any way does this seem like a better father figure option for the emotionally needy Anakin?

7. Qui-Gon Jinn has a history of Attachments: The specific example I have is again from Legends, but it shows how Qui-Gon allowed attachments to become dangerous. He had a childhood friend who he fell in love with, they decided that they could handle being committed to each other as well as the Order so they “pledged themselves” to one another (my guess is basically this is like a Jedi marriage so to speak). Sounds beautiful right, and it is, but...But his love interest Tahl was injured on a war torn planet where the children are so sick of their parents' civil war that they form a third army and go to war against the adults. Tahl is caught in the middle of this and is gravely injured. Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon are sent to rescue her, and Obi-Wan is sickened by the sight of children fighting and wants to stay and help, but Qui-Gon is so blinded by his attachment for Tahl that he for the first time EVER actually follows his mandate and tells Obi-Wan that they weren’t sent there to help the children, but to rescue Tahl. Obi-Wan who is only 13 doesn’t understand so instead of taking the time to really explain it, Qui-Gon just LEAVES his young apprentice behind on a war torn planet. Now, I’ll admit that Qui-Gon did give Obi-Wan a choice, to come back to Coruscant or to stay and fight, thus leaving the Jedi Order and Obi-Wan did make the choice to stay. But, it was Qui-Gon’s responsibility as the teacher to fully explain the situation to Obi-Wan and let him know that they could do more good if they were to go back to the Council and the Senate and try to return with supplies and reinforcements. But no, Qui-Gon just yelled at him, disregarded his feelings and told him their mission was to rescue Tahl. He didn’t bother using this as a teaching moment for Obi-Wan because he was so concerned about his attachment. And then later when Tahl actually died, Qui-Gon nearly fell to the dark side and it was Obi-Wan who saved him.  And then Qui-Gon went on to decide that because of the pain that had been inflicted by losing Tahl he’d basically give Obi-Wan an ultimatum when it came to the woman he loved (and basically downplayed it as nothing but a crush). Now, say what you want about how Obi-Wan handled Anakin/Padme’s relationship - maybe pretending it wasn’t happening instead of confronting Anakin about it wasn’t a healthy/smart choice, but at least he didn’t downplay it and make it look like Anakin’s feelings weren’t real or valid.

8. Qui-Gon refused to apologize: There are several examples where Qui-Gon refuses to accept any responsibilities and won’t apologize. One such point is in TPM where he basically traded his current Padawan in for a newer/shinier model in front of the entire Council (which if this alone isn’t enough cause to prove the man wasn’t the best father figure…) he then refused to even approach Obi-Wan about it, in fact the twenty five year old Apprentice who had just been tossed aside for a supposed prophecy came and apologized to Qui-Gon!! Another example is back in the Jedi Apprentice books where Qui-Gon leaves Obi-Wan on the war torn planet (as mentioned in #7) it is up to Obi-Wan to make it up to Qui-Gon and prove his worth once again. I’m not certain given Anakin’s tendency to need constant affirmations that this would’ve been a good combination.

9. Qui-Gon was manipulative: Oftentimes we see Qui-Gon manipulating people to get his way (I’m not talking about Jedi Mind Tricks). In TPM he manipulates Watto to win Anakin’s freedom, he even manipulates Obi-Wan into taking on the burden of training Anakin by making it his dying wish. He is not above manipulation if he gets his desired result. We see Anakin does the same thing, so one could argue Qui-Gon would’ve only encouraged this behavior.

10. Qui-Gon cared more about the prophecy than the boy: I’m not saying that Qui-Gon didn’t care about people, or even Anakin, in fact he was a very compassionate character. But, all of his arguments to have Anakin be trained was that he is “the Chosen One” not once does he talk about how the boy needs training simply because it’d be dangerous to leave such raw power alone in the galaxy without training, or that it would be the right thing to do. He doesn’t ever talk about how learning to be a Jedi would actually benefit the boy. Every single time he brings up Anakin needing training is because of the prophecy. Now, as far as it looks in both canon and legends Obi-Wan tried incredibly hard to not bring up the prophecy to Anakin (except on Mustafar), Obi-Wan would bring it up to Mace/Yoda but that was about it. Obi-Wan wasn’t blinded by the prophecy because until ROTS it didn’t really appear that he even believed in it - he believed in Anakin for who he was as a person. Something we just didn’t see with Qui-Gon.

Now, Qui-Gon has a lot of great qualities, I am not denying that, but to say that he would’ve been the father figure Anakin needed is just misguided. If you believe in the idea that there is a will of the Force one could argue that Obi-Wan training Anakin was that will, otherwise Qui-Gon wouldn’t have died. 

Also, Mr. Filoni, why is it that Anakin supposedly suffered because he didn’t have a father figure yet you turned around and gave Ahsoka a brother, not a father? Are you suggesting Ahsoka suffered as well because she didn’t have a father figure? Or, was Obi-Wan by this time finally “old” enough to be considered a father figure? 

This idea that Qui-Gon Jinn would’ve been the fix it to Anakin’s issues is just silly and once again places the blame of the Jedi’s destruction in the hands of the Council and specifically Obi-Wan, thus not forcing Anakin to be held responsible for any of his actions. 

I’m sorry, but it’s not a theory I buy due to a lack of evidence. 

#star wars #rant post #obi wan appreciation #qui gon jinn #obi wan kenobi #Anakin Skywalker #jedi council appreciation #dave filoni #the phantom menace #The Clone Wars #stop blaming the jedi #sorry but this has been on my mind a lot #not qui gon bashing i promise #obi wan deserved better

[hufflautia]

The Boyfriend

Dedicated to the anon who came up w this idea and to @eatacrackerandstop <3. There's a small Shadow and Bone reference; if you find it, you get a high five✨

Summary: Slytherin and Hufflepuff meet their daughter’s boyfriend for the first time, and Slytherin has a few concerns.

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Hufflepuff closes the door behind her daughter, who stepped out to privately wish her boyfriend goodbye on the front stoop, and turns to Slytherin.

“He seems like a sweet kid,” she smiles. Slytherin follows her into the kitchen with a disgruntled expression. He leans against the countertop as she begins washing the dishes.

“What’s taking her so long,” he eyes the door. “It only takes a couple of seconds to say goodbye to someone.”

“They spent the entire night with us. They probably just want a little alone time,” Hufflepuff replies. She glances at him when he sighs and crosses his arms. “Do I sense a little disdain for our daughter’s boyfriend?”

Slytherin scowls.

“I don’t like him,” he states plainly. “He gives me...bad boy vibes.” His scowl deepens when she laughs incredulously.

“Bad boy vibes?”

“Yes,” he says indignantly. “Bad boy vibes! Did you see his smirk when she laughed at his joke?"

"You smirk a lot,” she points out, to which he grudgingly admits. “Besides, is it bad that he can make her laugh?"

"'Course not," he huffs. "But did you see how he put his arms around her?”

"I'm pretty sure that's called a hug, honey."

Slytherin steps between her and the sink. She shoots him a look as water drips on the floor.

“Please get out of my way, Slytherin. You’re acting like a child.”

He takes her hands into his own, not caring that they’re wet. “Honey, you’re not listening to me.”

“I am! I just don’t agree with you.” She continues before Slytherin can object. “You’re worrying over nothing. Our daughter is old enough to make her own decisions on who she hangs out with and what she does with her time."

“She’s only in her seventh year—”

“Slytherin," she says sternly. “Our baby is grown now, believe it or not. I trust her judgment. You should too.”

His brows furrow, and he doesn’t respond right away.

"It's not that I don't trust her," he finally says. "I just don't want her to get hurt."

Hufflepuff softens in this rare moment of vulnerability—his grumpiness and frustration often mask his fears.

"We can't control what happens," she says gently. "We can't control who does what or who hurts who. But what we can control is what we do and how we act." Slytherin remains silent as he considers her words. "I think the best thing we can do is support our daughter. And if things don't end well in their relationship, she will know who to come to: the people who have always been there for her."

Her words sink in, and Slytherin nods.

"You're right."

"'Course I'm right."

He smiles somberly. "I’ve only ever wanted to protect her."

"You will," she assures, pulling him into an embrace. "But you will do so at a healthy and reasonable distance. No threatening the boy."

Slytherin snorts and says, "I'm not that type of dad." He rests his chin on top of her head. "But if he breaks her heart, I keep no promises."

"Good," she murmurs into his shirt. “I'll be right behind you.”

Their moment of peace is interrupted by the sound of the front door opening and closing. They see their daughter, Giselle, standing by the doorway with a flushed grin.

"Hey kiddo," Slytherin smiles.

She makes a face. “I'm 18, Dad. I'm not a kid anymore."

"Alright." Hufflepuff notices a familiar gleam in his eye and tries not to smile as he continues. "Do you prefer muffin? Sweet pea? Or perhaps cupcake—"

Giselle covers her ears. "Dad!" she groans. "Eat a cracker and stop."

He holds his hands up in defeat as he chuckles. "Okay, okay."

"So," Hufflepuff says once things settle down. "What did Dorian think? Did he like us? What about the food? Was my cooking okay?" A look of horror washes over her face. "Oh shoot, should we have given him some leftovers to take back to his family? He probably didn't get too far, I'll go get the food from the fridge and—"

"Honey," Slytherin laughs, resting his hand on the small of her back before she can scurry off in search of tin foil and plastic containers. "It's fine."

"Yeah," Giselle assures. "The food was great, and he loved meeting you guys."

"And we loved meeting him,” Hufflepuff says warmly. “Tell Dorian he's welcome to come back at any time."

"Okay," she grins. "Can we start our movie night now?"

Slytherin nods. "I believe it's Mom's turn to choose the movie."

"I know exactly what we should watch tonight," Hufflepuff beams. They pile onto the couch, and when she puts the disc into the DVD player, everyone but Hufflepuff's face falls when they see the title.

"Aw, not this movie," Giselle complains. "We watched the trailer last week, and you said it yourself that it looked like trash."

"Wha—I didn't say trash!"

"I think you did," Slytherin interjects. He stifles a laugh when she shoots him a look.

Hufflepuff purses her lips. "Ravenclaw and I watched it at the movie theaters a few days ago, and it was a cinematic masterpiece!"

He arches an eyebrow. "So you're gonna watch it again?"

"Yes! Because it’s that good. And I want you guys to watch it with me. The movie has adventure and plot twists and romance—I mean, what hurts more than a broken heart?"

"A severed head," Giselle replies, to which Slytherin snorts a laugh.

Hufflepuff scoffs and shakes her head, but a smile tugs at her lips. “You’ll see what I’m talking about after we watch it, but I need to use the bathroom first. I’ll bring back some popcorn.”

“Can you also get some Sprite?” Giselle calls after her.

“Okay.” Hufflepuff lingers by the doorway. “Do you want anything, sweetie pie?” she says to Slytherin.

“No thanks, snuggle bunny.” He snickers when Giselle visibly cringes. He and Hufflepuff liked to call each other outrageously sweet pet names in front of their daughter for the sole purpose of grossing her out.

“Yes,” Giselle says in a deadpan voice. “This is the exact spot I want to be in right now.”

Hufflepuff laughs and winks at Slytherin before leaving. He watches her walk away before whispering to Giselle, “How likely is it that she’ll accidentally trap herself in the bathroom and we get to pick another movie?”

“Extremely likely,” she replies. “If we put a rubber item underneath the door to act as a door stopper, she won’t be able to open it from the inside…” Slytherin is looking at her weirdly, and she swallows her words. “...I mean, I don’t know.”

Slytherin smiles but doesn’t say anything. Giselle may have inherited her mother’s looks, but she has her father’s mischief.

While they wait for Hufflepuff, Slytherin speaks. “Can I ask you something personal?”

“Sure,” she says cautiously.

“Do you love him?”

Her eyebrows rise—she didn’t expect this question. She takes a moment to think.

"Not yet.”

He nods. "But you're happy?"

"I am," she smiles.

His eyes crinkle. If she was happy…well, that was good enough for him.

“I’m glad, kiddo.”

This time, Giselle doesn’t roll her eyes at the term of endearment. Instead, she takes his hand and squeezes it three times. Slytherin, who taught her the gesture, squeezes her hand four times in response.

“Who’s ready to start the movie?” Hufflepuff walks in with popcorn and sprite, unaware of the father-daughter moment she just missed.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Slytherin sighs, scooting over to make space for her. She plops down beside him and settles the bowl between them.

“Oh,” she perks up. “Before I forget. Accio tissue boxes!”

Slytherin looks bewildered as tissue boxes come flying their way. “Do we really need tissues?”

“Absolutely,” she scatters the boxes over their laps. Slytherin raises an eyebrow and glances over at Giselle, who also looks perplexed.

“My teen angst bullshit is about to have a body count,” she whispers as the movie begins playing.

A/N: This fic is somewhat connected to Different Love Languages, another one of my fics. Is the slytherpuff couple in that fic the same couple in this one? That's up to you, dear reader😌

I lowkey hate the title, but I couldn't come up w a better one. Also, this fic was longer than I planned. I originally decided to write something like this:

“Why don’t you like him?”

“Because I used to be a bad boy, which is exactly why I don’t trust him.”

Basic dialogue, plain and simple. But the darling anon who told me their idea deserves a full-length story <3

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[fettsvette]

Under the Crimson Moon

You have your period and feel gross. Boba Fett wants to fuck. A little blood never stopped the greatest bounty hunter in the galaxy from doing his job, and doing it damn well.

Pairing: Boba Fett x Reader Words: 7.2k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Menstruation/blood kink, penetrative sex

Can be found on Archive of Our Own here.

Mando’a terminology:

   cyar’ika - Mando’a term of affection meaning sweetheart, darling, beloved

  -

  “If I want you to do something, girl

We both know that you will

I’m a dirty old man with a dirty set of dreams

Take off that dress if you wanna keep it clean...”

  ‘Up in Them Guts,’ Brendan Kelly and the Wandering Birds

   -

You hadn’t known he was coming until he’d actually arrived.

 One minute, you had been in a deep sleep, wrapped in the warm blankets that shrouded the king-sized bed, and then suddenly, you were wide awake. Because you’d heard it, and you knew in your heart of hearts that it hadn’t been the lasting echo of a dream.

 The sound of heavy bootsteps and the unmistakable jangle of spurs echoed in the crisp night air, emanating down the hall towards your bedroom doorway.

 You sat up quickly, blood roaring in your ears and your heart pounding wildly in your chest, and your head snapped towards the entryway, illuminated only by the moonlight flooding in through the bay window. 

 And there he was, stepping out of the deep midnight shadows with that slow, methodical walk that seemed to encompass his very being: Boba Fett, the greatest and most feared bounty hunter to ever live.

 And your lover.  

 If you didn’t know better, you would’ve sworn he was a statue of some ancient warrior, carved from marble and brought to life by a warlock’s spell. The way he stood unmoving and ramrod straight, just staring at you, always sent a thrill down your spine, his expression unreadable behind the darkened, T-shaped visor of his helmet.

 But still you groaned - not out of arousal, the expected reaction to the presence of the imposing yet entirely irresistible man who was currently gazing at you - but out of annoyance. You squeezed your eyes shut, almost willing him to disappear, to take the hint, by the time you opened them again.

 His timing couldn’t have been worse.

 “Boba, please go away ... ” You grumbled pathetically under your breath, cracking an eye open to look up at the silent figure clad in dark green armor, looking at you expectantly. You heard him let out a sharp hiss under the helmet, and he gave a start, his head snapping downwards, and you just knew he was glaring at you murderously. You had no idea how he’d heard you from all the way across the room, but he had.

 “ Oh ? What’s that , girly? You don’t like me anymore?” He stalked forward slowly, and the question came not with a teasing edge nor with an air of apprehension, but with an icy lilt to it. It chilled your blood, and it occurred to you that you may have just made a huge mistake in telling Boba Fett himself to fuck off. As much as you enjoyed the sexual satisfaction you got from these illicit romps with one of the most dangerous men in the known universe, the confident realization that he could potentially grow angry or bored enough to dispose of you at any time without even batting an eye absolutely terrified you. He was a bounty hunter, after all. At the same time, though, that same fear excited you beyond the wildest depths of your imagination. He’d shown you time and time again just how deadly he could be, and yet you had never turned away when you’d had the chance. And there had been plenty of those times. 

 “ No ! Boba, no. I - I s-still like you. Of c-course I still like you. But…” You began, stuttering and stammering like a nervous child, but stopped abruptly when Fett took another step forward, spurs clanking again. He either didn’t notice the effect his brief intimidation had on you, or he didn’t care. You assumed it was most likely the second one.

 “ There’s a problem. ” Fett wasn’t asking you. It was a statement. Maybe another time you would have attempted to lie your way out of it just to save yourself the embarrassment that you knew was coming, but tonight you couldn’t even find the energy to attempt it. 

 “I can’t tonight. I just... can’t .” You murmured, almost tearfully defeated, gingerly sitting up in the bed to take a better look at your nighttime visitor. You could see yourself reflected in the viewscreen of his helmet, disheveled from sleep and sickly-looking, although you didn’t know if that was a trick of the moonlight or a sign of your current condition. Despite the intense cramping in your belly that was overtaking most other sensations, you still felt a flutter of longing travel to your loins upon seeing Boba Fett. How badly you wanted to grab him by that clunky belt and drag him down onto the bed next to you, free him from his trousers, and ride him until you found your release, but your body wasn’t in agreement with your wishes in the least bit. You took a deep breath, and steadily looked him in the eye.

 “ I got my period this morning. ”

 Silence. Not even a tilt of the dented helmet, a gesture you sometimes received after making references that he didn’t understand.

 Feeling your cheeks aflame and slightly embarrassed by the lack of response, you tried again.

 “...I’m menstruating, Boba. You know… moon blood? The curse? I don’t know if that’s a thing that happens to people where you come from, but I’m bleeding out of my vagina and I feel fucking miserable and -”

 Fett cut off your babbling with a sharp gesture through the air with one hand, the other settled nonchalantly on his hip as he shifted his weight. He let out a gruff sigh that lifted and dropped his shoulders in an almost comical display of exasperation. 

 “I know what it is. I’ve been with enough humanoid females in my lifetime. Is that supposed to change our plans tonight, little one?”

 It was your turn to go silent. You should have known something venomous and snarky like that would’ve been his answer. And of course he had more experience than you, he was older - by just how much, you weren’t exactly sure. He’d never shared his age, and you didn’t ask. He barely spoke as it was. And you still had yet to see his face. He’d never offered to show you, however, as if it were some closely guarded secret only he was the keeper of. And you didn’t dare try removing that strange, heavy helmet of his yourself. Boba Fett had never hurt you, but you felt if you were to reach underneath the sharp edges of his armor, peel it away from the complicated, mysterious creature underneath, there was no telling what he would do. 

 Hell, you had never even seen this man’s face and yet you had let him fuck you within an inch of your life . You’d never been ‘that kind of girl’ before you’d met him, upsetting everything you thought you’d known about yourself and the universe around you, but here you were. And here he was. 

 But his comment about being with other women in his past still spun ‘round your head like some mad arachnid’s twisted web, and made you wonder if he was presently doing this very same dance elsewhere - in other cities, on other worlds. 

 ‘ If this is just a physical thing, no strings attached… ’ You found yourself brooding as you watched him languidly stalk over to the window next to your bed, tilting the green and red helmet upwards and search the night sky for things you could only vaguely guess at if you tried, ‘ Then why am I jealous of something I don’t even know is really happening? ’

 “I just thought...you wouldn’t be… into that ...” You finally replied, meek as a mouse, and instantly trailed off once you realized you had no idea what else to say to him on this matter, your face burning. You should have been overwhelmed with desire at Boba wanting to fuck you this badly, but you found yourself apprehensive and shy - over a little bit of blood . It was times like this that you couldn’t fathom why a man from outer space, an intergalactic cowboy like something out of a comic book, had fallen from the sky and had chosen you.

 His head turning slowly in your direction, Fett marched back towards the end of your bed, his hands gripping the leather belt at his waist.

 “Your condition doesn’t matter to me. It’s a basic bodily function. Have you forgotten, foolish girl? I take what I want, when I want it .” He intoned brusquely, and your eyes widened, a delicious chill crawling up your spine, and you felt your cunt clench at nothing. The crimson tide had come in, and he still wanted to claim you.

 Usually, you talked enough for the both of you. Now you found yourself utterly speechless. 

 There was silence while he stood at the end of the bed, and you goggled blankly at him. Fett was challenging you. He showed no signs of leaving, or of heeding your apprehension in the least bit. He just continued to stand there and stare mutely, stubbornly standing his ground. Damn it.

 He had played this strange game several times before after one of your numerous meetings, lingering after it had become clear that you were way too fucked out to stay awake any longer. He’d never forced you into a situation that you hadn’t been game for, but he always seemed to want to make sure you knew who exactly owned you - or your cunt , at least.

 So he hung around. You’d mostly hear him pacing the room, sometimes quietly rummaging through your bookshelves as if in a library, but more often than not, he would sit himself in the chair across the room, large gloved hands gripping the armrests and well-muscled legs spread mockingly wide, reclining back and holding a silent vigil over you as you fell asleep. He was always long gone when you awoke, although once there had been some sort of dried flower left behind on your nightstand, dark red petals with a metallic tint to them - quite obviously nothing that had grown on this planet. You had asked him about it the next time he had shown up, after an excruciating three month absence that he re-emerged from with several more dents in and copious chips of paint missing from his armor. He had gruffly feigned any knowledge of the gift, his focus only on the flower between your legs. The dried one, however - the little token of his appreciation or whatever you wanted to call it - stayed pressed inside one of your favorite books. 

 As a reminder.

 Boba hadn’t moved in a while, still penetrating you with his eyes through that damned visor, when you finally decided to give in to him. You wanted him. Badly. Your reproductive system was in full rebellion against the idea and you felt fucking gross, but you weren’t sure you cared any longer. You needed him, couldn’t resist him. Hadn’t you read somewhere that orgasms were supposed to help relieve menstrual cramps, anyway?

 You bit your lip and let him have his way. 

 “In that case, Boba… I think I might feel a little bit better if you fucked me.”

 The self-satisfied, smug chuckle came like a rumble of thunder.

 “Well, well… that’s my good girl. ”

 He was across the room in the time it took you to blink. 

 Boba was extraordinarily light on his feet for a big man, and he was on top of you in the span of a breath. Rough leather gloves formed a vice around the muscle and bone of your wrists, pinning your arms above your head. You let out a shriek of surprise rather than pain - while his grip was firm, it didn’t necessarily hurt - and he answered with a low growl, kneeling on either side of your hips. He used one huge hand to continue pinning both of your wrists down, the other masterfully unclipping the heavy armor of his codpiece. You let out a near-hysterical giggle as Boba tossed it to the side and it unceremoniously hit the carpeted floor with a harsh thunk , smiling even broader as he brought the same hand up to rest against your cheek, stroking the flushed skin there.

 “I told you, girl. I always get what I want, when I want it . Tonight isn’t going to be an exception just because you’re cycling and feeling sorry for yourself. If you’re not going to cooperate with me, nice and easy... too bad .”

 Gooseflesh broke out all over your body at his words. You were absolutely fucking drenched for him already, and you wished he would just hurry up and take you already, tear off your panties and fuck into you until you were screaming yourself hoarse. You still weren’t sure of where exactly the man who called himself Boba Fett had come from, or why he was here , or why he’d chosen to mark you for his territory on this shitty little backwater world. Fucking hell, you didn’t even really know this man at all, did you? All you did know is that you were addicted to his touch, and despite your initial hesitations, you were practically begging for it now. 

 Boba used his free hand to slightly peel back the blankets concealing your thin nightie and period panties. With a contented hum, he lazily reached out to trace a thick gloved finger right along the line of your slit, and you let out a high-pitched, keening whimper, your hips twitching up involuntarily towards his touch. Boba clucked his tongue disapprovingly and shook his head at you, sighing and looking up towards the ceiling.

 “How pathetic … is that really all it takes to make you fall apart for me, sweet girl?” Boba teased, releasing his grip on your wrists momentarily in order to fully pull the covers off the bed and toss them onto the floor. It only took those few seconds for you to take him unawares, weaseling out from underneath his looming form and using both hands to forcefully shove him backwards. Caught off guard by your unexpected show of strength, Boba fell on his back with a startled grunt, which was immediately followed by a groan as he watched you crawl on top of him. With shaking legs, you straddled his waist and positioned your heat right over his generous crotch, planting your sweaty palms against the reassuring coldness of his armor, and began to sloppily grind into him, dropping down to lie flat against his abdomen as you continued.

 Trying to conceal his own quiet moans underneath his helmet, Boba allowed you to frantically grind your hips against the growing hardness in his trousers for a few more moments, one large hand cupping your ass and the other on your undulating back, holding you steady as you hectically rocked back and forth, up and down. You whined pitiably and grasped at the grooves of his breastplate like a drowning woman before his tolerance towards your juvenile ministrations finally ran thin. As you went to roll your hips against the outline of his length yet again, Boba grunted bestially and grasped you by the waist, pushing you off of him roughly so that you went tumbling onto your back next to him. Your chest heaving, you looked sideways at him with heavy-lidded eyes, your cheeks burning with desire. The dark helmet slowly tilted to the side as Boba stared at you, and you heard a disgusted scoff echo from within.

 “That’s enough, you. Kriff, you’re a desperate little thing, aren’t you? Rutting in my lap like a loth-cat in heat and I’ve barely even touched you. Is that what you want, princess? Do you want me to touch you?” He purred mockingly, reaching down to lightly stroke your outer thigh with a gloved hand, briefly squeezing the soft flesh there and leaving fingermarks in his wake. You let out a throaty groan and thrust your hips towards his retreating hand, needing to feel his touch on your body, on your core.

 “I need you to touch me, Boba, plea-” He reached out and grabbed you by the face, squeezing your cheeks together hard enough for it to almost be painful, and you let out a squeak as he tightened his grip, turning your face towards his.

 “Oh no, little one. It’s not going to be that easy to get what you want from me, not after the way you carried on earlier.”  He lowered his helmet until the forehead of it was touching your own damp one, and as you stared into the blackness of his visor, you found yourself wondering what color Boba’s eyes were, and what he would do if you were to reach up and pull that big green bucket away from his face. Before you could even truly consider it, though, he loosened his grip and released your cheeks. You exhaled sharply, a rush of cool air gradually taking the place of the rough leather on your skin. 

 Boba sat back on his knees, and grabbed you under your arms, hoisting you up and pivoting your body so you were now hanging off the bed, your feet dangling several inches above the floor. He lowered you slowly, making sure your feet were flat on the ground before he let his hands leave your sides, fingers purposefully trailing and pressing into the supple, pliant flesh of your still-covered, swollen breasts as he withdrew. The sensation of his trace along the tender tissues set your nerves on fire, and your nipples hardened to an almost excruciatingly painful degree. You considered reaching out to snatch one of those gauntleted wrists and plant his hand right on your tit, willing him to knead and squeeze and flick at the oversensitive bud at its tip, but were brought back to reality by a sharp smack to your ass. 

 You yelped, grabbing at your backside and whirling around to see Boba sitting on the bed, staring at you. He had taken his gloves off, and had swatted you with them, both forming a makeshift crop in his calloused hand. He let out an amused snort at your look of shock, and patted the palm of his other hand with the fisted leather.

 “Go to the ‘fresher and clean yourself up.” You sensed by the edge to Boba’s voice that his patience was running low, and he gestured vaguely to the doorway with a jerk of his head. His rugged timbre crackled through the vocoder of the helmet, adding an even more ominous tone to his speech. He reclined on your bed, his ankles crossed nonchalantly, armored form looking massive and mind-bogglingly out of place as he lounged back against the pillows. It would have almost been a comical sight if it hadn’t been for the heady arousal you could sense in his gaze. 

 “And take that kriffing absorbent out while you’re in there. I want you nice and wet and open for me.”

 You felt your heart sink right to your cunt at his last words. Stars, you were fucking dripping for him. A wave of liquid heat that had nothing to do with your cycle had pooled between your legs, and you felt your knees buckle as visions of what intense pleasures this man might put you through tonight swam in your mind. You shambled to the bathroom on legs that seemed to be made of gelatin, breathing heavily through your nose, trying to keep calm as you wiped away the sweat that had accumulated on your body in an attempt to make yourself somewhat presentable. You splashed your face with cold water to keep yourself from falling faint at the knowledge of what was to come, glancing at yourself in the mirror briefly. Your eyes were glassy, your pupils blown wide, almost completely black in the harsh light. A fresh round of cramps erupted in a band around your groin, and you were starting to think you’d die if Boba didn’t fuck you soon. Resting one leg on the toilet seat, you shoved your panties to the side and slowly removed the offending menstrual cup that you had inserted before you’d retired for the night, hastily discarding it in the bin. You didn’t care if it had tipped over and made a mess, you’d clean it up in the morning. All you cared about right now was getting back to Boba and feeling him twitch and throb inside of you.

 He was waiting for you when you re-emerged, immediately rising to stand on the side of the bed. Beckoning you with the crook of a finger, he held out his hand to you as you practically ran towards him. As soon as the pads of your fingers had made contact with his, he spun you around to lie flat on the bed, head propped up behind the pillows, feet planted on the mattress and your legs spread so that he had a perfect view of your damp panties. Whether it was blood or arousal or a mixture of both, you weren’t sure - free-bleeding had never been your ‘thing’ and you weren’t sure if you liked the feeling - but as Boba climbed back onto the bed, openly admiring the wetness between your legs, you began to think that maybe it was something you could get used to. 

 He yanked down your underwear in one deft movement, grabbing hold of your calves one by one to remove your panties from around your legs, and tossed them to the side, where they landed in a crumple. He immediately leaned forward to spread your wet lips apart with his rough fingers, and you heard a sharp intake of breath come from underneath the helmet. It was barely audible, and you could tell that it had been involuntary from the way he had attempted to cut it off before it had even truly escaped. You flung one arm across your eyes, blushing furiously as you felt two thick fingers shallowly dip into your folds, swiping upwards briefly to gather some of the slick gathered there, then retreating just as quickly, before you could buck your hips into the welcome presence.

 “ Such a dirty girl …” He cooed darkly, and you opened your eyes cautiously just to see what exactly he was talking about. He perched above you on his knees, gazing at his own hand, the one he had just been briefly exploring your wetness with. 

 His fingers were coated in blood - your blood, your menstrual blood - and he was smearing the red between his thumb, index, and middle fingers, as if utterly fascinated by it. His helmet briefly dipped down to his fingers as he greedily inhaled your most secret scent, and the low groan he released made you throw your own head back in an echo, fire traveling from your slick cunt throughout your body. Your cry came out much louder than anticipated, and his head immediately snapped up, his hidden eyes boring into you. You embarrassedly tore your eyes away from the darkened visor and noticed the impressive bulge straining at the crotch of his flight suit, along with the telltale damp patch that could only mean his cock was already weeping precum - fuck, this was turning him on. 

 He moved forward once more, brushing your legs further apart with a swat of the backside of his other hand and, resting his palm atop your shaking knee, almost calculatingly smeared the blood from his fingers along your inner thigh, back and forth, until the digits were nearly clean. You noticed a bit of dried redness still staining his skin, and the sight made you dizzy with arousal. 

 You threw your head back against the pillows once more and whined morosely at the mark your essence had left on him, offering no resistance when Boba grabbed you by your elbows, easing you onto your feet in front of his own kneeling form. 

 “Up you get, girl. Come on.” 

 You looked down at him, slightly puzzled as to exactly what he was doing, until he sharply prodded the backs of your knees with his arm, causing you to stumble forward. He caught your fall by positioning one thick thigh to rest between your legs, and you landed with your sopping core pressed directly against the grey fabric of his flight suit. Upon realizing your situation, you clutched at his biceps and buried your face in his neck with a muffled groan, every fiber of your being going into restraining yourself from fucking against the expanse of hard muscle. Boba Fett had remembered what you liked best, and he’d weaponized it. 

 “Go on. Ride my thigh, little one. Make yourself nice and slick so you’re ready to take my cock inside of you. You’ll probably have to cum at least once before you can handle it - I'm too big for you, aren’t I? ...But that’s what you want, isn’t it? My cock in your pretty little pussy?” Boba asked sweetly, his tone oozing with sarcasm. He jiggled his leg ever so slightly, and a shockwave of pure pleasure coursed through your veins, and you couldn’t help but let out a strangled squeal. Your calves shook in a futile attempt to hold yourself still despite it, to not give in to what he expected of you.

 Boba had another idea though. He growled and clutched at your hips and began forcefully dragging you back and forth across the coarse material of his pants, causing you to emit a wail that echoed throughout the room. Boba hummed, satisfied with the effect his domination of your movements had on you, and lowered his head so that he was whispering in your ear, the sound delightfully harsh and metallic through his helmet’s vocoder.

 “What was that, precious thing? You love fucking yourself against my leg like the needy little brat that you are, I know you do… now say it . Answer me, girl.” Boba punctuated his order with a slap to your ass, aggressively driving the muscle of his thigh up into your quim.

 “Y-yes, Boba…” You weakly murmured, hiding your face against his shoulder, thighs clenching around his upper leg like a vise, your hips finally - almost involuntarily - thrusting into the meat of Boba’s thigh in time with the rhythm he jerked them back and forth with. “I… I l-love fucking m-myself on your thigh…”

 “ Very good …” Boba chuckled darkly to himself as he continued to bounce his leg up and down while guiding your hips with his firm, strong hands, reveling in the soft grunts you let out as he controlled your riding of his thigh. He began flexing his quadricep to usher your impending orgasm along, occasionally pressing the tops of your thighs down to create more friction against your clit, friction you desperately needed as you chased your first release.

 Your hips started to stutter much sooner than you had anticipated and you locked your arms around Boba’s neck in a death grip, lifting your face away from its place pressed against his breastplate to look into his eyes through the blackness of the T-shaped visor. Boba pinched the tip of your chin with his index finger and thumb, keeping your head in place so you were forced to meet his gaze as you came, his other hand planted firmly on your waist as he continued to shove your body back and forth.

 “Come on, sweet thing. Cum on my thigh for me,” Boba encouraged as your grunting turned into high-pitched whines, spaced out with every push of your hips into his leg. Wriggling yourself in small circles and grinding your clit into the rough flak of his flight suit, you tipped your head back as you were finally pushed over the edge. Your inner walls clenched around nothing, devastating waves of pleasure rolling through your cunt and up through your clit as you rode out your orgasm. Boba didn’t slow his ministrations in the least bit, continuing to pump his leg up and down, holding you tightly in place as the spasms finally began to slow down and your clit became horribly oversensitive, until he finally allowed you to push yourself away from him, falling back onto the bed, panting loudly.

 Trembling and shivering from the orgasm that had ripped cataclysmically through your body, you laid back on the bed, chest heaving violently, legs splayed and arms thrown limply above your head. You opened your watering eyes briefly to look at Boba, and they widened considerably when you saw that he was curiously running his fingers over several incredibly noticeable stains on the thigh of his flight suit.

 Incredibly noticeable dark red stains. More like streaks, actually, following the line your pussy had made rutting against his thigh as you had sought your climax on the thick canvas.

 You felt the warmth drain from your face, slightly horrified and ready to sink into the floor out of embarrassment. You’d been bleeding like a stuck pig all over his leg as he’d forced your orgasm out of you, and you hadn’t even realized it.

 “Oh, Boba … I…” You began, rising up on your elbows, trying to think of what to say to placate him so he wouldn’t reprimand you for ruining a part of the armor that he cherished more than most other things. He was staring at you, unmoving, and that’s when you noticed his hands were actually shaking . The heat immediately rushed back to your face tenfold, and your cunt grew even warmer, your own arousal coating your inner thighs anew at how much of a mess you’d made of this man, in more ways than one.

 “ Filthy girl. I’m going to fuck you hard for that.” The words came out in a feral snarl, and suddenly his hands were around your throat. You let out a gasping whoop as the air was forced from your lungs, although he wasn’t choking you hard enough to cause damage. The moderate pressure on your windpipe sent black spots to your vision, your own hands coming up to scrabble at the backs of his, more out of longing for his touch than a desire for him to stop, and Boba knew your limits by now. It ended soon enough, his iron grip relaxing almost as quickly as it had begun, and you gulped in fresh air. He ghosted the backs of his fingers over your exposed neck for a moment, wordlessly making sure that you were okay, and you pressed a chaste kiss to his knuckles as he dragged the digits over your mouth for a brief moment. Another growl left his lips as you did so, and your hammering heart flipped in your chest as you felt him still quaking from just how horny he was, how eager to finally take you.

 Boba hurriedly unbuttoned the fly of his trousers, his normally deft fingers stumbling in his aroused rush to free himself. You couldn’t imagine just how turned on he must be to completely lose his cool like this, and it dazed you to comprehend that he was like this because of you . He finally shoved aside the rough material and pulled his cock free. You’d seen him too many times to count, but that first glimpse still sent your mind reeling. He was fucking huge. A perfect eight inches, ever-so-slightly curved to the right, veiny and deliciously wide, the glans plump and dusky pink and already slick with precum. He’d gone commando under his flight suit, and you found yourself wondering if he did all the time. You hoped so - it was fucking hot .

 “Boba, wait - are you absolutely sure you want to do this? It’s… going to... make a mess…” You said weakly, grasping at his bracer with your trembling fingers and feeling as if you might faint as he lined up his considerable girth against your entrance. You felt the fat head of his cock against your lips, and it was like every nerve-ending in your body was fucking screaming at the tease.

 He paused for a moment, sitting back and studying you intently, slowly pumping his engorged member and spreading glistening precum over the velvety, blunt head with a still-bloodstained thumb. A taunting rumble emanated from under his helmet, and his length twitched in his hand. Leaning down to cup your face with one hand, the other on the root of his erection, hot and hard and throbbing against you, you could hear the smirk in Boba’s voice.

 “Oh, princess… I’m a bounty hunter. A little blood has never scared me.”

 He entered you without any further warning, one deep, agonizingly slow thrust, and it felt like you were being ripped apart from the inside in the best way. No matter how many times you’d taken him, no matter how drenched and ready you were for him, Boba Fett’s cock was massive , the biggest you’d ever had. Tears sprang to your eyes and you wrapped your arms around his neck, knees involuntarily drawing up so that you could wrap your legs around his still-clothed waist, wanting him closer and deeper despite the initial burn. He bottomed out just as he was starting to hurt beyond your threshold, just as you were considering asking him to stop, letting out a deep, low groan as his balls and the dark patch of curls surrounding them made contact with your skin. You could feel the seam of his trousers against your ass as well, the knowledge that he hadn’t even bothered to take off his pants in order to fuck you sending a thrill up your spine.

 And then he started to move.

 Boba pistoned his hips back and forth at a near-frantic pace right from the start, already grunting with the exertion, and you knew that he was trying his hardest to keep some semblance of rhythm, to not mindlessly fuck into you like a wild animal, solely focused on chasing his own orgasm. Your whole body moving with every thrust, your cloth-covered tits bouncing as he slammed into you, you looked down between your bodies and watched his thick cock slide in and out of you. Your walls squeezed and fluttered urgently as you noticed the wet sheen of your blood coating his member as he plunged deeper and deeper into you. He dragged his cock out of you until only the head was still sitting inside, then rammed back home - once, twice; you began to lose count as your mind became hazy with the pleasure.

 “Take the helmet off.” You found yourself gasping out, and Boba stopped as if he’d been frozen in time. He pulled his head back slightly to stare directly into your eyes, holding his body still above you.

 “Please,” you continued, “I want to see you, I need you to kiss me, I need to see your face, pleaseplease please, Boba-“ You chanted as if in prayer, stopping mid-sentence as you realized just how still he had become. 

 Boba gave no discernible reply, either audibly or physically, but you could still feel his surprise through your hands, the taut muscles under your touch having suddenly turned to stone. He didn’t even seem to be breathing. Panic rising in your gut, you expected him to pull himself from inside of you and push you away, to disappear into the night never to be seen again, you began to utter a quiet “I’m sorry, Bo-“ when he shushed you with a hiss, and reached down between your bodies to press his index and middle fingers to your clit, rubbing slow, lackadaisical circles over the swollen nub. He chuckled from somewhere low in his chest, both at your pleading to see his face, and your renewed mewls of ecstasy at his teasing fingers.

 “Hush, little princess. Some other time.”

 With that, he pressed his fingers into your waist and lifted you off your back with ease, scooting himself to the edge of the bed so that his legs were hanging over the side, your own positioned on either side of his waist so that you were sitting flush in his lap, your thighs pressed firmly to his, his pulsating member buried deep inside of you. Boba gave you a moment to settle in his lap and adjust to the new position, then wrapped one arm around your waist to keep you from tumbling backwards and began slamming into you with an almost murderous intensity, his other arm reaching between you and covering your pussy with his hand, using his thumb to rub frenzied circles into your engorged clit, periodically pinching and flicking. You bit back a scream and your walls clenched painfully around his cock, and buried your face in the scratchy material protecting his throat. Your head tucked underneath the lip of his helmet, you could hear Boba panting and letting out throaty little moans, the sound unaltered by his vocoder at this angle, and the rasp of his true voice made you squirm with delight, grinding back against the sharp, shallow juts up into your core.

 You felt a dampness forming on the material beneath your slack-jawed mouth as he fucked up into you; knowing that you were drooling right onto his clothing, completely cock-dumb and at the mercy of the man jackhammering into you, seemed to set off fireworks within your core. You heard a whining noise, steadily growing louder and higher-pitched as it went on, and it took a moment for you to realize that you were making that sound. Your second orgasm was building faster and faster, your own movements becoming hectic and sloppy against his rhythmic thrusting, and you persisted crying out wordlessly, rocking wildly on Boba’s lap. He continued to pound into you, growling and grunting like a beast, and that’s when you began to scream in earnest, the blunt tip of his cock finally scraping against that sweet spot deep inside your core, again and again and again. 

 Boba brought one hand up to stroke your cheek as his aggressive thrusts bounced you up and down in his lap, a soft shushing noise emanating from underneath the helmet. When that didn’t work to stifle your cries, he clamped one hand over your mouth, squeezing your face with the force of it.

 “There you go, little one. That’s it, come on… cum on my cock. Let me make you feel good…” He murmured, thrusting up into you one final time and grinding his hips in a semi-circle as he did, his glans catching against the spongy patch deep inside you again, finally setting off a volley of apocalyptic spasms throughout your cunt. You clenched painfully around Boba, your pussy fluttering, your entire body shuddering and heaving with the waves of pleasure rolling through your system. The orgasm dragged on and on as Boba continued to grind into you and you shrieked into his hand, tears rolling down your cheeks from the intensity of it. His thrusts were too overstimulating, bordering on painful, as the spasms finally began to ebb, but Boba’s movements had become increasingly erratic, his own grunts louder, and finally - with a muttered curse in a guttural language you didn’t recognize - he harshly yanked himself out of your still-spasming cunt and pressed his cock against your belly. Streaks of Boba’s cum spurted up, leaving his mark all over the front of your nightie. When he was sure his cock had been milked for all it was worth, just before he began to go soft, Boba quickly lifted your ass up with one hand and sank you back down onto him, causing you to gasp and rut against him several times in your overstimulated state. He stilled you by wrapping an arm around your waist, resting his chin atop the crown of your hair, both of you completely exhausted and unable to even consider a second round anytime soon.

 For a few minutes afterwards, you were pliant and vulnerable in his arms, your cheek pressed against the cool armor of his breastplate, shivering both with delight and the aftershocks of your climax. Boba’s own chest heaved as he attempted to catch his breath, his fingers running up and down your back, occasionally wiping the sweat and tears away from your face. You found yourself clinging desperately to his shoulder pauldrons, silently willing him not to move, to finally stay the night by your side. Neither one of you spoke, but you didn’t need to. You could have fallen asleep in his lap like this, legs dangling on both sides of his hips, his cock still inside of you, a strangely comforting sense of fullness. 

 It was too good to last, of course. With a relaxed sigh, Boba shifted, slowly lifting you off his cock. He left your opening with a wet pop , a mixture of pinkish menstrual blood and both of your arousals dribbling down the inside of your thigh as he flopped you down on the bed, stretching lazily as if he hadn’t just fucked your brains out. He stalked off to the bathroom without a word, probably to wash your blood off of himself. You closed your eyes for a moment, almost on the cusp of sleep and still sniffling from the tears your powerful orgasm had brought on, when you heard soft bootsteps returning from the other room, followed by the feeling of a damp cloth between your legs, gently cleaning your wrecked sex. You sighed softly at the unexpected sensation, and hummed contentedly when the cloth was removed and a warm hand settled itself over your lower belly, kneading the sore flesh there. 

 “Feeling better, cyar’ika?” Boba asked, and his tone made your heart ache. This affection was something fairly new, and you gave an affirmative, sleepy murmur in response. He had never called you that name before - he’d never even called you your actual name before - and you wondered what it meant, but knew you would only receive a brooding stare if you deigned to ask. You were too tired to consider it, anyway. You doubted you could stay awake for much longer.

 The hand withdrew from your tummy, and as your eyes fluttered closed, you saw Boba standing over you, looking every bit the fearsome warrior. He reached out and tapped his fingers under your chin delicately, and you heard the sound of spurs moving across the room, away from your bed.

 “ Good. ”

 He was gone in the morning, of course. 

 It had been silly to think maybe you’d open your eyes and see him sitting in the chair across the room, waiting for you to wake up.

 The only sign that someone else had been there at all was the delicious ache between your legs that always lasted for several days after one of Boba’s visits and the lingering scent of post-coital musk in the air, as well as a few bloodstains on the sheets and dried cum on your nightshirt that you hoped would come out in the wash. 

 And last night’s underwear had mysteriously vanished.

 You thought you had a vague idea of where it might’ve ended up.

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