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dailydegurechaff · 3 months

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fav light novel only characters? like not animated or drawn in the manga yet

So this has been in my inbox for a couple months now and I think I can finally confidently answer it bc I have a couple of characters who I wanna talk about.

Spoiler warning: Due to this ask being related to characters only seen in the light novel there’s going to be spoilers under the read more! I talk about content as far ahead as novel 11. I think we’re safe on stuff from 12 tho!

If you want a no-spoiler summary: Colonel Calandro (not depicted here), Counselor Conrad, and Major Joachim

OK SO,

I think the main two that I like the most and are LN-Only so far are Colonel Calandro from Ildoa, who is the observer that ends up attached to the Salamander/Lergen Kampfgruppe on the eastern front and Counselor Conrad, the imperial diplomat that Lergen talks with a lot.

In Calandro’s case, he’s introduced I believe as early as book 6, so I think he’s probably the one of my favorites who is most likely to be in season 2, so I hope Studio Nut does well by him with a good design. In the sketches above, I decided against trying to make a design for him because 1) I got no ideas man and 2) I think (hope) he might show up in the anime soon so I’d like to hold off on drawing him until there’s an official one.

Anyway, a lot of his scenes are great when he’s attached to the Kampfgruppe. If I recall correctly, there’s this scene in one of the books (Book 7?) where he’s talking to Tanya as she’s making preparations to bombard what is obviously a church and he’s like “What are you doing? Isn’t that a war crime?” And Tanya just goes “No, no, it’s fine. They’re not openly displaying anywhere that this is a building used for religious purposes and even if they were, the other side hasn’t signed that treaty so it’s not like we have to adhere to it if they won’t.”

It’s such a funny scene. Tanya’s like, “Oh he’s concerned that we’re committing a crime. I should assuage him by telling him not to worry, we’ve managed to legally justify it.” And instead of any relief he’s just like “Oh my god what the fuck is wrong with them? Why would they ever think to circumvent treaties like this?”

They're funny as hell together and Tanya’s constant griping that she has to babysit him is so good, I hope we get to see it.

Also also a good scene with him is from the end of LN11 where Lergen calls him in the middle of the night, demanding to speak to him because it’s of vital importance. That ensuing conversation where Lergen’s basically like “I can’t say who’s calling, but you recognize me from the sound of my voice, right? Something’s going to happen. I’m really sorry, I can’t say anything more. Please just remember that I called, okay?” I’m so sorry… but it’s giving ‘Tragic Lovers Doomed To Breakup By Circumstances They Can’t Control’ vibes.

It is now my firmly set headcanon that Lergen and Calandro were lovers throughout and in spite of the war and when the time came for Lergen to choose whether to betray Calandro or his country, he chose to betray Calandro, something he feels immensely guilty about. I know it isn’t what Carlo Zen was trying to convey at ALL, but unfortunately that’s what I got from it. Thank you for coming to my TedTalk, moving on.

I guess next up is Counselor Conrad, the Empire’s diplomat who we first meet in LN10 I think? If we don’t get any content of him, I’ll literally cry. Depending on how far season 2 gets us in the story, we may not end up seeing Conrad and that’s so sad to me. There is a scene from LN10 that I absolutely need adapted into the anime. It’s like 160ish pages in. It’s that scene where Tanya, Lergen, and Conrad are talking with each other and Conrad turns to Lergen and gestures at Tanya and says “How did you raise this?” and Tanya’s like “????”

There is another scene where Lergen describes Conrad as handsome, and because of these two scenes, the delusional headcanon has sprung up that these two eventually end up in a relationship and Tanya is their daughter. I’ve mentioned it in another post. A friend of mine actually talks about Conrad (& Lergen and Tanya) in more detail in her post here. And hey, while I’m recommending posts about Conrad, look at all of these too okay?

Conrad actually has an official design in the novel artworks, so I based my above sketch around that. Here are the few canon images we have of him. Interestingly, in the text he's described as having blue eyes at some point, but the colored version we have has them as brown. These drawings come from Books 10 & 11 I believe?

Ok, last one, for minor characters, there’s Major Joachim who we meet around the end of LN11, who becomes Lergen’s subordinate. I think the best way to describe him is that he’s kind of a boyfailure in the way that Grantz is (that is to say before Grantz got some character development and became somewhat competent). He’s a cutie, I do hope we get some scenes of him.

I did actually do a little sketch of Joachim as we saw above. That one for some reason just came to me very easily, unlike Calandro. Here was my prelim sketch idea:

And I think that’s about it for now. If you note that all of these characters are in some way related to Lergen, um… Well, I can’t help myself really. We know by now he’s one of my favorites so I like characters associated with him too.

#ask #bonus doodle #simplelobster #oh no another rimu ramble lmao #conrad #joachim #youjo senki #the saga of tanya the evil

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slexenskee · 7 months

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I'm just curious. Can I ask more about JJK/GOT? It’s just that as soon as I saw the Satoru/Robb couple I immediately became interested 😅

Sure haha I have a few plot points I could use feedback on

The backstory is where I'm??

Idk if I want Satoru to be reborn as Viserys and start his life just vibing as a pampered prince kinda ambivalent about his life / couldn't care less about the rebellion or his batshit father until he gets shipped off to Dragonstone and eventually Essos. Then he kinda realizes A) his little sister is literally relying on him to exist and they're situation is pretty rough and B) he has no more fucks to give and now he can really do whatever tf he wants. Kinda goes a bit wild, takes over one of the free cities (casually), gets worshipped by the Dothraki as a god (accidentally), ends up creating something of an empire in the Disputed Lands/takes over the Stepstones and now all the pirates and traders pay him for safe passing like sailors paying tribute to the altars of gods. Mostly he's just bemused by it, and doesn't care what they do so long as they don't bother him or his sister, who's raising her dragons (a gift from Illyrio) and just living a nice happy life.

OR he's not Viserys at all, he legit transmigrates adult body (and powers) and all and becomes a wandering god around Essos just sort of feeling his way through this random new world - definitely goes to Valyria just because he can, makes a fortune selling all the random junk he picks up there and becomes something of a master on the topic just bc he ends up learning so much about it as someone who regularly hangs out there, and one way or another ends up the accidental god of the Stepstones like he is the first scenario. Except this time he's cajoled to Pentos at the behest of Illyrio Mopatis, who wants to know more about the Valyrian freehold, and while he's there he meets Dany and Viserys. Immediately clocks Viserys as a nutjob and Dany as abused but honestly doesn't really care about either of them until he sees the dragon eggs + his Six Eyes see Dany has magic and it's reacting with the eggs. He pays Illyrio/Viserys a veritable king's treasure in exchange for Dany as his 'bride' and gets the eggs as her bridal gift... which he does not bc he wants a bride but bc dragons are, in his opinion, the only cool thing in this world and he wants to have one as a pet and Dany is his ticket to that.

EITHER way he's the god of the Stepstones and Westeros tries to push their weight around and fails regularly. Gojo eradicates probably like 3 Redwyne and Lannister fleets and lets them wash up to Dorne in pieces before Westeros finally gets the picture to leave him the hell alone. Robert Baratheon comes personally a few times mainly because he has a total hard-on for Gojo and frankly just loves the fighting (his adoration is not returned), Oberyn becomes one of his favorite drinking buddies. They probably fuck multiple times, let's be real.

He's not interested in taking over the world or anything - honestly if it wasn't for Dany he'd have like zero purpose for existing so he's lowkey happy to have her in his life, but it's definitely a brother and sister relationship no matter which way I go with his backstory. It's all very wholesome.

By the time we get to S1 Gojo is an undisputed world power that's also something of an eccentric recluse.

He doesn't get involved in the plot until one way or another he's notified of Shit Happening™ in the far north. Idk how yet - maybe he senses it himself, or one of the Red priests/priestesses tells him?

He goes to the wall, meets Jon Snow, learns some of the Northern history, feels bad for the Night's Watch - who are actually doing the lord's work up in this damn place, what is wrong with westeros, smh - and sends men and plenty of food/supplies as he can see the magic in the Wall and knows it's not just there to look pretty. Especially not when his Six Eyes can see that the Land of Always Winter has more magic and is more active than old Valyria. He jokingly propositions Jon Snow, who to his surprise is not actually gay, and then afterwards when he's summarily rejected casually propositions his 'sister' for him instead- who's going through a romance phase and wants a handsome man and Gojo, being a good brother and also a fucking troll, decides to help out. Whether Gojo is actually Viserys or not, at this point everyone assumes he's Valyrian and also related to Dany no matter what he says, so he just rolls with it. Jon still declines, because he's still all up in his duty and honor phase. (He notices Jon has magic, like Dany, but assumes that's just because of the Northern magic)

He becomes fast friends with Maester Aemon, deeply interested in his stories of the Far North. He's actually interested in the North, in general, bc its one of the few parts of the world he hasn't yet gone to, and also has a history that's almost as old as Valyria. The Free Folk are downright unfriendly to him, so he decides to try his luck with Winterfell.

Idk what the route is but basically from the Wall he ends up in The North and finally meets Robb smack in the middle of the War of the 5 Kings. Maybe he goes to Winterfell with a letter from Jon, and then from Winterfell to Robb? Or from Jon straight to Robb? Basically no matter which way he ends up going, he gets a warm intro from one of Robb's siblings (or both). He also gets tasked, by one or both of them, to look for the Stark sisters. Gojo's all like, 'LOL look for them? Bruh I could blast down the Red Keep and drag them out within the next hour, but sure ok I'll 'look' for them). It's especially easy because he realizes all the Starks have more magic than most, so his Six Eyes can pick them out easily.

So Robb and Gojo kind of have immediate chemistry. Robb has obviously heard a lot about him, most of it mysterious, all of it dangerous, so he's shocked when this stupidly good looking guy comes out of literally nowhere (teleports) and has some messages for him, and is also going to go fetch his sisters as a personal favor. That last one he's a bit cautious about, because he's heard plenty about this Valyrian god or devil or both, and he doesn't believe for a second such a powerful being would offer such a boon for free.

Gojo's only response is 'I've got a little sister too ya know, I understand how it feels to be an older brother that wants to see them safe and sound' and Robb's all like, blushy and flustered, but plays the hard line and sort of just dismisses him and denies his help. And Gojo's all like, 'damn this guy's hot' also 'if my gaydar isn't wrong, which it usually isn't, he'd totally be into me' and also 'he'd be even more into me if I really did rescue his sisters'. Which he was going to do anyway.

He obviously finds both of them. Arya gets a free assassination teacher that doesn't come with the price tag of her soul, Sansa doesn't have a tragic few years ahead of her.

Idk haven't figured much else out after that. Robb pines but refuses to act on his feelings, but Gojo is swapped in for Talisa so we all know how this ends. There'll be plenty of consequences for that though, but no Starks are going to be injured (aside from Bran lo siento) in the making of this fic.

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 5 months

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I'm not sure if this would garner a full request of headcanons? But here we go How would Kiryu, Majima, and Ichiban react to a foreign darling? Like she knows Japanese (mostly) but isn't from Japan? I'm totally not projecting here 👀

Kiryu canonically doesn't know ANY other language besides Japanese, so I think he would fall for a Darling that has a similar spirit. Like...someone who shows strength, either by fighting or by showing quiet strength like Haruka's mother (I don't remember her name and it doesn't matter because she's a walking plot device)

He would try to learn some basic words in their first language even if they know Japanese, just as a sign of respect to them. It's only fair since they learned Japanese. I think he might ask Gary Buster Holmes for some basic English if Darling speaks it since he's also a foreigner.

He would be protective of them, even if they can't fight. He wouldn't restrict their freedom or kidnap them or anything, but I think he'd simultaneously watch over them a lot but also distance himself from them like he did his adopted family so they aren't targeted. But eventually he would realize that trying to do that has never kept his loved ones safe in the end. Hell, Haruka went through so much while he was in prison. So he would do his best to watch over Darling and likely not confess because he knows it likely wouldn't work even without the language barrier.

Majima knows more English than you'd think, but isn't that fluent. So he would stick to Japanese most of the time except for a few words here and there. Though it'd be difficult sometimes to understand since he speaks in the Osaka dialect, and foreign!Darling might not understand everything he says at first. He would give them a lot of freedom by yandere standards, and just have some of his guys watch them sometimes. Consider that he's the Mad Dog of fucking Shimano, and that if someone was going to try anything untoward against HIS partner, they forfeit all right to live the moment they do it. Like. You only bother Majima's Darling if you feel like dying or getting the shit beaten out of you. While the Mad Dog thing is largely an act, Majima will do anything for his loved ones; unlike Saejima, you can't easily defend yourself, so he's gonna do it for you. The urge to leave you for your own good gets to him sometimes. Being with a Japanese person would be difficult as it is, and he would feel like he's betraying Makoto in a sense. He never contacted her again because he wanted her to be safe and far from his life of danger in the Yakuza, so why does he think it's okay to be with Darling then? I think he would come to terms with it and accept that he doesn't NEED to cut ties with someone he loves. He is allowed to love someone and take the risks that comes with that.

Ichiban's English consists of any and all loanwords from the Dragon Quest series. Like he canonically doesn't know any English and just panics when a gaijin asked him a simple question. He is very confused but he has the spirit! So he's kind of relieved that Darling knows Japanese. It was hard enough memorizing kanji and taking Japanese as a class when he was a kid, and he was born and raised here! He thinks his Darling is so cool for being able to understand two languages. He wants to know all about your home country. What food do they have? What video games are popular? What movies are from there? If you're American he would constantly ask you about the celebrities he keeps seeing on ads and shit all over Japan. He's protective of you (he IS a Hero, after all) and in his fantasy daydreams, you're a character from a mystical faraway empire that joined his party and who the Hero fell in love with. He's the most protective of the three if you aren't a capable fighter, and he has a habit now of texting you every morning when he wakes up just to say hi and to make sure you're ok. If you don't respond he doesn't immediately worry but he feels uneasy until you do respond.

#.like a dragon #.yakuza #.ichiban #.majima #.kiryu #yandere like a dragon #yandere yakuza #yandere ichiban #yandere majima #yandere kiryu #.myshit

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justanotherperson1 · 7 months

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Imagine the kids scrambling to handle this mess. Jack handles Prime, Raf goes for Ratchet and Miko deals with Bay. Someone needs to remind the bots that not everyone is against them.

Miko thinks the only way to get Bay's mind out of this unhealthy slump is to remind about the good side. Throughout all his adventures, he had key help from humans who still believed in him despite everything. Bay died to protect Sam who later almost dies bringing the Matrix of Leadership to bring him back.

Cade still repaired the Autobot Leader despite knowing his identity and kept faith in him. It's okay to not fully trust others but he can't group an entire race in the same category when there were humans who helped the Autobots until the end. Plus Cybertronians are in the safe boat. Both species have their good/bad sides.

Raf and Jack remind everyone that if Fowler really wasn't on their side than everyone would already be in hiding already. He may be rough at times but the agent is like Lennox. Still loyal to his companions.

A liaison doing the best he can to keep the peace despite the Autobots absolutely sucking at staying incognito. You want to prepare or be cautious? Okay but don't throw someone whose clearly still has faith and trust into the possible enemy bin.

There's also issues with the Matrix of Leadership. Both Optimus have gone through a personality change and Ratchet doesn't trust the relic one bit. Orion Pax incident already showed what Prime was like before becoming the person he is today.

It will mark any potential threat to Cybertron as a danger despite the circumstances. A onesided piece of scrap metal that cannot be trusted. Everyone has to work together or sink by the inner turmoil than just Decepticons.

I feel like Bay! Optimus would find the most wisdom from Arcee in this moment. Though Miko’s words would be kind, Arcee’s experience would be a inadvertant comfort.

After the reveal of what the humans did to his Ratchet he would retreat to the roof where Arcee would find him.

She wouldn’t scold him or try to lure him back with the others but istead, under the low light of a setting sun, they would sit and look over the world just beyond Cliffjuper’s memoral in a certain solidaridy.

They are the most alike and therefore, Arcee would be the most likley to understand him. Unlike Prime! Optimus who is the ‘figurehead’ and the ‘ideal’, I feel she would be more likley and more willing to hear Bay!. Does that exuse his actions? His brashness? What could Arcee say? She’s been where he was and is still activly trying to tame the rage she sure as the pit feels.

That’s not to say none of the others in the team don’t experience loss, but Arcee and Bay! Prime seem to deal with loss and the feeling of failure the same way.

She wouldn’t try to defend humaninty as a whole, but tell stories of Jack and how he helped her after the death of Cliffjumper, and maybe…. Just maybe, Bay! Would recall the young boy he once knew that the first human he ever talked to. Who was there when few others would stand with him.

But your last line couple of lines raises an iteresting thought.

Bay!’s matrix has been stained long before him and found a kindered spirit in a Crucader become Prime. In the very first movie he said that Cybertron was an Empire, and later we learn that he and other knights like him traveled the stars in a PRISON ship Lockdown later comindeared from him. Do you guys remember what it looked like? What was in it?

“Bone grinders, brain blinders, flesh peelers, chromazonal inverters, catatonic slug, black hole trap doors and, of course, radiation.” - Crosshairs, Age of Extinction.

What the hell is he doing with a ship like that?!

Even then, everything the Bay! Allspark touches turns into a rage-filled, blood thirsty vile creature who’s only initiative is to destroy everything around it. We see this again and again in the years we Optimus is on Earth. The more and more electronics accidently get turned into Cybertronian creatures- so then what rules does the Matrix follow when heralding and protecting such a naturally violent race? What morals would it really have.

What was he doing? Before and after the matrix?

And what was the Matrix truly instilling in him?

Do you think, in Prime! Optimus seeing himself he saw something not like him? a being who was already a conqueror before the fall of their race? Something who, in theory shared his ideas, but in action truly was brutish? A Cybertronian more like Unicron than that of Primus?

Did Bay! Optimus really change after the Matrix?

#transformers #tfp transformers prime #tfp #bayverse optimus #bayverse #crossover #optimus prime #yeah I dont know about this bay guy #the more I think about it #the more sinister he gets #but why does that make him so much more inticing???????#And interesting?????#I need help

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milfmorrowind · 2 years

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Mega TES OC Ask Meme

hi!~ I have decided to make a long ass post with a collection of developing/general information questions for elder scrolls OCs. This is formatted as an ask meme, but feel free to use it however you want! I have not played daggerfall or arena so there will be no questions pertaining to either of them. However, if anyone would like to add questions for protagonists of those games, by all means do!

General Information

Name

Associated game/era

Age at beginning of game/relevant time period

Race

Sex/gender (bonus points if there's a cool answer)

Sexual orientation/preferences

Class (or a general description of their skillset)

Background

Is this character from their race's home province/territory? If not, what is their relationship with the region? Do they feel a connection to it?

Where did they grow up? A city? A village? Isolated, in the wilderness? What was it like to leave?

What was their childhood like? Who raised them? Do they have siblings?

If they are an adventurer, why did they choose that life? Did they choose it at all?

Do they worship any gods? Who? How do they feel about the gods in general?

What are their interpersonal relationships like? Are they close with many people?

What's their relationship with their family like? Do they have one?

What guilds do they join? Are they committed to those guilds, or are they mostly in them for the benefits?

Are they a vampire/lycanthrope? Did they choose to become one? Would they reverse it, given the chance?

For Nerevarines

Why were they sent to Morrowind? Were they truly guilty?

Do they trust Caius? How much?

Do they align themselves with any great houses? If yes, why?

Do they know/feel that the Empire is using them as a pawn? What do they do about it?

What's their relationship with the Ashlanders? Does it vary by tribe?

Do they believe their self to be Nerevar reincarnated? Do you?

Who do they think killed Nerevar?

Do they feel sympathy for Dagoth Ur?

How do they feel about the Tribunal in general? Do they trust them?

How much do they interact with the Anticipations and the House of Troubles? Do they do any of their quests?

If they travel to Mournhold, do they side with Almalexia and the temple or Helseth? Why?

How do they feel about Almalexia? Do they see her as sympathetic?

If they joined the East Empire Company, who did they side with? Do they regret ever getting involved?

Which aspect of Hircine did they fight?

Where do they go at the end of the game? Do they leave Tamriel?

For Heroes of Kvatch

Why are they in prison at the start of the game? How long had they been there?

Do they go straight to Jauffre? Do they feel any responsibility to do so?

What's their relationship with Martin? Are they coworkers, acquaintances, friends, partners?

How much do they interact with the Blades?

How much time do they typically spend closing an Oblivion Gate? Do they like to explore Oblivion, or do they get the hell out?

Which daedric quests do they do? Which artifact do they give Martin?

How do they handle Martin's death? Who do they lean on for support, if anyone?

Are they the Divine Crusader? Why did they do it?

Do they keep/use the Artifacts of the Crusader? Which ones?

Mania or Dementia? Why?

Do they mantle Sheogorath? What exactly does that mean, in their case?

Do they stay in the Shivering Isles? Is it by choice?

For Last Dragonborns (awkward phrasing)

Were they trying to cross the border? Why?

Do they follow Hadvar or Ralof? Why

Do they pick a side in the Civil War?

How do they feel about Tullius and Ulfric on a personal level?

Do they kill Paarthurnax? Why?

How do they feel about Delphine and the Greybeards?

On a scale of 1-10, how much do they hate the Thalmor? The Empire?

What do they do at the war meeting? How does it go? Do they maintain neutrality?

How do they feel about their position as Dragonborn? Do they embrace the role? Does it terrify them? Do they take advantage of it?

Who do they marry? How did they meet?

Do they kill Cicero? Do they regret their decision?

Do they return the Skeleton Key? What are the consequences?

Saadia or Kematu?

Which daedric quests do they do? Which artifacts do they use? What's their favorite?

Dawnguard or Volkihar Clan? If they choose the Volkihar, do they ever reverse their vampirism?

What's their relationship with Serana? How close are they?

Thoughts on Valerica? Thoughts on Isran?

How do they feel about Miraak? Is he a villain to them, or a tragic figure?

#ask meme #tes ocs #morrowind #oblivion #skyrim #writing

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emblemxeno · 1 year

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Alm and Celica’s argument at the end of Act 2 in Echoes is honestly fascinating when you think about it more cuz yeah it’s easy reading it on the surface level as a lover’s spat (hell I think even Kusakihara described it as “girl gets mad and boy has no idea why girl is upset, just like real life” which bleh) but it grants very good setup. These certain lines from each of them stick out to me most:

Alm: Nrgh… If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear I was speaking to a blue blood. My station doesn’t matter, Celica. I’m here because I was called. I have a duty to perform, and I’ll perform it. No more, and no less. [...] Do you think I WANTED this fight? This all started because Lima IV went and angered the empire. If you wish to point fingers, point them at the ruler who failed his people. It’s his fault we’re in this mess.

Celica: That’s not… Well, so what if it is? Maybe you should go become king if it’s such a damnably easy job! [...] You’re awfully free with accusations for a boy with no idea what royalty entails! And now that you’re a “hero,” I imagine the throne is next on the list, is that it?

Celica directly critcizes what Alm is currently lacking as a leader, and Alm unwittingly hits one of Celica’s major insecurities.

Alm is established as having strong ideals and unwavering views during Act 1, but his awareness of the world is incredibly shallow, not made better by how he’s so sure of how the world should be that he’s unprepared for what it actually requires of him and what it means to be a person of influence, be it an army’s commander or someone of high birth, hence why Celica brings up exactly how he’s ignorant to the kinds of burdens that royalty have to endure. That’s why his parts of Act 3 and 4 have him dealing with exactly that: it starts with his Brand being revealed to Berkut, next he gets the Royal Sword that’s supposed to be royalty only, the conversation with Clive about rescuing Delthea, him finding out Celica is a princess, dealing with killing his own father and cousin, etc. And despite it all, what he has to due is think beyond himself and for the world. He can’t focus on his sadness of losing his family right now, as the heir to Rigel’s throne his responsibility is to make sure the safety of Valentia’s people is secured. That’s the burden of royalty that he was lacking, what Celica has had since she was a kid and what she criticized him for, and the piece of the puzzle he was missing.

Celica meanwhile is established as being incredibly aware of the people around her during Act 2. She takes out pirates even thought it’s not in her mission description because she knows the people are suffering because of them, for example. However, she’s distant. She’s closed off. She knows what’s required of her as a princess, but it can seem like she’s being cold instead of responsible. And despite this, she’s still under the impression that she’s not doing enough, hence why she gets as upset as she does when Alm calls Lima a terrible king, because even though she didn’t like him whatsoever, Celica herself sees herself as a terrible princess. In response, during Act 3 and 4, this insecurity of hers gets put into overdrive. She’s helping people yes, but being Mila’s priestess and the newly revealed missing Princess of Zofia starts having her taking her burdens to extremes. She’s convinced that she has to do everything herself, and that Mila is the only way to fix things. This extreme is taken to the point where she’s too self sacrificing and closed off to the pleas of her friends and the situation right in front of her, that everyone involved gets hurt. Her piece of the puzzle that she’s missing, is the day to day perspective, and understanding that the strength of her friends can buoy her; Alm being raised as a village kid means he was set up to have this way of living woven into his character.

In short: Alm sees what’s in front of him, but needs to learn to see the bigger picture because he’s unprepared for what kind of pain being a leader brings. Celica is very aware of the bigger picture, but needs to learn to lean on her friends or else she’ll end up hurting more than just herself in trying to do things alone.

They each have what the other lacks, but are just unable to reconcile early on because they were separated for so long, hence the argument. But y’know. Hardship builds character and all that. And sometimes hardship means unknowingly killing your cousin and dad, or getting turned into a souless monster and stabbed with a sword.

#fire emblem #fire emblem echoes #fire emblem shadows of valentia #fire emblem echoes shadows of valentia #alm fire emblem #celica fire emblem #what's great is that iirc Ascended Celica's forging bonds focused on exactly this dichotomy #with how Askr just fights the problem in front of them with seemingly little regard for the big picture #now i only hope that the (hopefully) inevitable Ascended Alm's forging bonds will complement this

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myoongiverse16 · 1 year

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Crosshair x Jedi Reader One-shot

Summary: Crosshair keeps mentioning how clones are expendable. You snap and the rest of the batch urges Crosshair to finally confess how he feels about you.

Genre: Fluff, some angst

Warnings: Kissing, Crosshair being a shebs' oglon😂, and a smidge of suggestiveness at the end, if you squint.

Key for Mando’a words: Di'kut: idiot, shebs' oglon: a**hole, dank farrik: dang it, meg te haran: what the hell.

With Crosshair back in the squad, things have been……peculiar between the two of you. He was quite the brute and rude sniper when he first met you, and after everything he’s been through, you didn’t know how he currently felt about you.

I mean, sure, you had feelings for the snarky sniper man. But those feelings had to be pushed away when he left, to focus more on protecting the rest of the crew. Not that you forgot about him for a second. With him back, you didn’t know how you felt.

Normally, he was usually a decent human-being towards you. Sure, you weren’t the closest, but you had a few exchanges, and you swear you caught him staring at you curiously a few times before all this Empire stuff happened.

But, these past few days were filled with overly snarky comments, even for him. They dealt with pretty touchy subjects in your life that you had never mentioned to the batch previously because they were about painful experiences.

For example, the other day Crosshair mentioned how the Jedi never cared about clone troopers and that they were just expendable to them.

This got on your nerves because you believed in the exact opposite. The clones were your dearest friends and you had tried your best to treat them all as individuals. But, Crosshair didn’t know that, so you kept your mouth shut and ignored him.

This went on for some time. Crosshair would say something and you tried your best to ignore him, so far it had worked out.

One day, you just snapped.

Hunter decided a break was greatly needed. The Batch had been on mission after mission with no rest in between. Though you wanted to continue with missions, your body simply couldn’t comply. You agreed with Hunter, and a few hours later Tech landed the Marauder on a nearby forest planet.

Wrecker was playing with Omega and Gonky. Echo was taking a well deserved nap. Tech was on his data pad, as usual. And Hunter was sharpening his knife while watching Omega and Wrecker with a smile.

All seemed well.

Well, not really, because Crosshair decided he wanted to die today. He brought up how clones were expendable, again.

“We’re just a bunch of numbers to everyone!” Crosshair shouted, you scrunched your nose in frustration.

“No, you’re not! You were to the Empire, but not to the Jedi!” Crosshair scoffed.

“Oh, so you speak for the whole Jedi order, then? Huh?” You gulped.

“Well, no. But I never saw you that way!” Crosshair folded his arms.

“Why? What’s so special about you that made you feel so bad for us? Do you pity us?” Your eyes widened.

“Of course not! I-I” You sighed. “I just relate to you I guess..” You said quieter.

“Relate to us? You don’t know us-“

“I get it, I don't know you! Okay! I get it! You don’t have to keep saying that!” You fumed then stalked out of the ship. You ran past a curious Tech, a groggy Echo who was obviously annoyed, a concerned Hunter and a confused Omega and Wrecker.

You ran out to what looked like a grove of trees. You continued to run until you found a small opening that revealed a little stream. You sat down beside it and slumped.

Stupid Crosshair, what does he know? You sighed. It’s not his fault, you thought. It’s not like I’ve told him anyway.

Back at the Marauder.

Crosshair looked down and frowned. Di'kut, he thought to himself. He ran a hand through his silver hair and sighed.

Someone cleared their throat. Crosshair turned to see the rest of the batch in the hall. He pursed his lips. Hunter raised a brow.

“You know you messed up, right?” Hunter commented.

“Well, by analyzing his heavy sighing, brooding, and self loathing, yes, yes he does know.” Tech stated matter of factly as he pushed his goggles up his nose. Crosshair frowned.

“What does loathing mean?” Omega asked. Hunter glared at Tech. Echo facepalmed. “And what’s up with Crosshair? Why does he argue with her so much?” Omega tilted her head curiously. Crosshair just rolled his eyes. Hunter huffed and turned to the others silently asking, care to answer?

Wrecker shrugged, Echo gave a look that said don’t look at me. Tech sighed and pushed his goggles up his nose again.

“It’s quite obvious. Crosshair likes her.” Crosshair’s eyes widened and he ran a hand down his face.

“Is it really that obvious?” He crossed his arms and raised a brow at the crew. Everyone nodded their heads. Except Omega, she just shrugged her shoulders. Crosshair breathed a laugh.

“Well, what do you think I should do?” He asked almost teasingly. Wrecker’s hand immediately shot up. The rest of the batch rolled their eyes.

“Ooh! Ooh! Me! Me! Pick me!” He shouted jumping up and down. Crosshair sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Yes, Wrecker?” He pointed to him tiredly. Wrecker beamed.

“You should confess to her!” Wrecker yelled cheerfully. Omega beamed finally understanding.

“Yes! You should Crosshair!” Omega agreed, jumping happily. Wrecker picked her up and spun her around.

“See, she gets it!” Wrecker shouted happily. Omega giggled. He put her down and ruffled her hair. Hunter chuckled at their exchange then turned to Crosshair.

“So,” he folded his arms and raised a brow playfully. “You gonna take their advice?” Crosshair looked at him. He sighed and huffed. He rolled his eyes and looked down. Should I? He cleared his throat.

“Fine,” he stated. Then stood straight and walked past them. Tech looked up from his data pad.

“Wait, he’s actually going to do it?” Hunter nodded his head surprised as they watched Crosshair leave the ship.

“Well, it’s about time,” Echo stated. Omega and Wrecker shouted happily as they started to dance around the ship. The rest of the batch laughed.

Crosshair walked out of the ship mumbling to himself. Today of all days, he thought. He wanted to confess to you sometime when he didn’t act like a total shebs' oglon. He continued to walk and found the clearing.

He spotted you just standing there, staring into a stream. Crosshair didn’t move, he mentally sighed. Gosh, what am I doing?

“You know, I love the clones,” you said all of a sudden. Crap, she knows I’m here. Crosshair then remembered. Oh, I forgot. She’s a Jedi, she can sense people.

“Even after Order 66, I still do,” You continued. Crosshair listened intently.

“I’ve spent countless, countless nights lying awake during the Clone War. Crying, wishing I could’ve saved so many of them. I mourned for every soldier I fought with.” You laughed sadly. “That actually goes against the Jedi Code. No attachments. But I did it anyway.” Crosshair’s eyes widened.

“I made it a priority to know each member of my battalion individually. I never wanted to know their numbers, I wanted to know what they wanted to be called. I wanted to know their names, so that for once, they could feel like a person. Not a clone, not a soldier, a person.” You finally turned to Crosshair, tears in your eyes.

“I loved them. So, I don’t care how expendable you think you are,” you paused. “Because you were never, never expendable to me.” You pointed to yourself. Crosshair's face turned to sorrow. Gosh, I did this to her.

“I-“ Crosshair choked on his words. You frowned and turned away.

“You know why I say I relate to the clones?” You turned back to Crosshair. He looked at you and silently nodded his head. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you this-“ Crosshair walked up to you and gently grabbed your right hand with his left.

“Please, I want to know. I want to know everything,” he looked down at your hand and softly rubbed his thumb along the back of it. You swallowed.

“Okay.” Crosshair looked up at you and gave a small smile. You gave a grateful smile back.

“I never knew where I came from, I was just told I was found in a raided village. I was the only survivor,” You breathed. “The Jedi took me in, raised me….” You looked down with a frown.

“I can’t help but think, if I wasn’t taken in by the Jedi, would I have still been one? What if a Sith found me, would I have become a Sith? Would I have been a bounty hunter? Or join the Senate? I never really had a choice. I was kind of born into it.” You looked up at Crosshair.

“That’s why I say I relate to you guys. Clones, I mean. You never had a choice, though you’re treated much harsher, I can’t help but connect with you.” Crosshair nodded his head.

“That makes sense,” he used his right hand to grab your left. “I had no idea. I’m so sorry.” You looked at him and smiled gratefully.

“You don’t have to be. I just wanted you to know.”

Crosshair nodded his head and smiled a little.

“I understand,” he swallowed then pulled away from you. He turned around and hugged himself.

“I just saw another Jedi trying to take pity on us clones, and I got angry at you, I lashed out on you and that wasn’t right,” Crosshair sighed then turned back to you, he looked down at the ground.

“It’s just been hard. You know? Ever since the Empire stuff, I don’t really know who I am. Was it the chip? Was it me? Why did I feel obligated to serve the Empire even though they never gave me a reason to want to?” You nodded your head.

“I get it. But, I don’t think it was your fault. You’re a good man, Crosshair.” You placed a gentle hand on Crosshair’s shoulder. Crosshair blushed. You retracted your hand away awkwardly.

“Errr, sorry.” Crosshair shook his head.

“No, it’s fine.” You backed away.

“I just feel the same. I devoted my whole life to being a Jedi. Now that the Jedi order is gone, I don’t know who I am anymore. I don’t know who I should be.” Crosshair took a step forward.

“Who do you want to be?” You looked at him, then contemplated. You smiled a little.

“I want to be….good. I want to help people. Helping people gives me a sense of joy. I want to give that same joy to other people.” Crosshair gave a faint smile. You grinned.

“Who do you want to be?” Crosshair breathed a laugh.

“I want to be…. a good brother. I want to make up for all the times I treated them like bantha crap.” You giggled.

“I’m serious,” Crosshair said with a smirk. Here goes my lame attempt at flirting. Now or never.

“I also want to be better to you too.” You looked down and blushed. What?!

“You already are a good brother. A great brother even. I see the way you help them. They don’t say it very often but I know for a fact that they love you very much. They never forgot about you when you left. You never left their mind for a second.” Crosshair hummed to himself.

“Not really Omega though.” You gasped.

“What? Definitely Omega, though she didn’t know you very well, she talked about you constantly and how she believed the real you was in there somewhere.” Crosshair smiled to himself.

“She thinks you’re an amazing brother.” Crosshair smirked. Let’s take it a little further shall we?

“And what about you?” Crosshair walked forward until he stood right in front of you. “Do you think I’m a good brother?” You gulped and looked down.

“Well….” You tucked a hair behind your ear. Dank Farrik. Crosshair chuckled. “I don’t really see you as a brother..” Crosshair leaned his face closer to yours.

“Oh really?” Crosshair lifted Y/N’s chin so that she would look at him. This is actually working out better than I thought it would. She’s so cute when she’s flustered.

“What do you see me as then, hmmm?” You let out a shaky breath.

“I-I” Crosshair leaned even closer, his nose brushing against yours. Oh my gosh! What is he doing?!

“C’mon, say it. What am I to you? A friend?” You looked at Crosshair. Well, meg te haran.

“No…..” you whispered. “I see you as more than that.” Crosshair smirked.

“Right answer.” Crosshair leaned in and placed a firm kiss on you lips. You let out a small gasp, then kissed back. Crosshair groaned and leaned back, placing a softer kiss.

Wait, is this actually happening? You thought to yourself as you felt Crosshair’s lips on yours. Am I dreaming?

You responded with a hum of contentment and slipped your hands over his chest. Crosshair smirked and deepened the kiss as he tilted his head.

Nope, definitely not dreaming. You thought as Crosshair placed his hands on the sides of her face. He held your face then moved his hands down to hold your neck gently. You hummed again and smiled.

Crosshair slowly moved his hands down to your shoulders, down your arms until he held your waist. You smiled as Crosshair continued to kiss you with passion. You moved your arms up to Crosshair’s neck and ran your hands through his short, silver hair.

What is this girl doing to me? He moaned and gripped your waist tighter.

After a while, Crosshair leaned back to catch his breath. You took deep breaths. He smirked and held your cheek. He rubbed his thumb along it, you looked at him with half lidded eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that. You’re going to make me want to do something I’ll regret.” You smirked and leaned forward. You whispered in his ear.

“I know I won’t regret it.” Crosshair chuckled darkly and leaned in again.

#bad batch #the bad batch #clone force 99 #tbb x reader #bad batch x reader #crosshair #crosshair x reader #crosshair x y/n #crosshair x you #crosshair my beloved #crosshair headcanon #crosshair one shot #star wars #Bad batch imagines

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starryficsfinishwen · 1 year

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[pgr] heartbeat ⋄ hyperreal lee oneshot

hell gets lost inside this heaven we've made

I have my end of the bargain. Hyperreal Lee just corrupts me so m u c h

pair: hyperreal lee x f!commandant

contents: soft!hyperreal lee, a bit suggestive towards the end, also soft kind of angst, we're back on earth boiz, imagine the virus is gone and we live with him and the other constructs!!!, there's a small twist at the end, don't bother it~

words: 2,375

It started as a saintly devotion. One that persisted until the end of time.

A small prayer. A soft whisper. An eager longing. For a world without worries, for a world where no one suffered. Once upon a time, there was an era where the gods died and man was left defenseless in the face of death—until they learned how to rebuild their empires to fight against them just for survival.

Once upon a time, it was an era of corrupted versus humankind. But now...

Gentle sunlight would kiss your skin. The smell of dandelions and bacon would wake your mornings. You have a soft bed, a comfortable and cozy room, and the light of day.

A blissful kind of reality—one akin to devotion.

❝[Name]?❞ a dawdled out voice called out nearby. Your feet, accustomed to the softness of the floor instead of a metal one, drag along the path and you started to make your way to the other side of the door.

As you open it, a brooding figure looms over the other end. You come face to face with the dog tag hung on his chest—a proud memorabilia of your victory.

❝[Name], why are you already out of bed?❞ You trail your eyes down to see him holding a tray of your breakfast, made for two.

❝You called my name,❞ sleepily, you answered, a yawn cutting you off midway, ❝I thought you need anything.❞

❝It's okay, I was wondering if you were awake.❞ The softness laced in his voice filled your heart with an unexplainable warmth. In kindness, you reached out to touch his hand, gently pulling him to the bed.

❝Lee,❞ you giggle as he carefully held your food in his hands, ❝come on, we should eat. I'm starving!❞

His laugh mirrored your own. Sitting at the other end of the bed, he laid out what he intended to serve: two plates of a sunny side-up egg and a scrambled one, three bacon strips on each plate, a toast of bread on each side, and a glass of milk and coffee. Lee had designed it simply the way you liked it; you didn't mind though, you liked whatever he made for you.

❝This sunny-side up egg is yours,❞ he said as he placed the plate with the mentioned type of egg, ❝cooked the way you told me.❞

❝Thank you, but why does yours look good,❞ you pouted, eyeing the delicious scrambled egg on his plate, ❝I want to taste.❞

❝They're still eggs,❞ Lee chuckled, ❝there's no difference to it.❞

Childishly, you opened your mouth and formed a letter "O", never breaking eye contact from the man. He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused with your actions.

❝[Name], what are you doing?❞

❝Ah,❞ you motioned to your open mouth and to his egg, ❝Ah-ah!❞

Lee shook his head. Carefully slicing out a piece using his spoon, he guided it to your mouth. But before it reached your lips, he swerved it to the direction of his own mouth. Bewildered, you let out a gasp of surprise before covering your mouth.

❝How dare you!❞

❝You were too slow.❞

You playfully shoved his shoulder as you laughed, your own mirroring him. After a few more spoonful, he decided to let you taste his other dish.

❝Open your mouth wider, [name]. This will go to waste if you don't.❞

❝What if I don't want to?❞

His thumb was holding your lip to open them, hand supporting your jaw. Warm radiates all over your face as he continued to look into your eyes, his other hand steadily guiding the spoonful of food to your mouth.

❝Then you won't taste it.❞ He smiled before placing the spoon on your tongue.

❝You're mean,❞ you say as you bunch on the food he had given you, the warmth that bubbled earlier in your chest bubbling once again.

❝I did let you taste mine, hm?❞ Wordlessly, he reached out again to cup your chin, thumb grazing the corner of your mouth ever so gently, ❝don't be too greedy and eat slowly.❞

Your nose crinkled at the contact. A part of you refrained to bite his thumb playfully, but your heart—it was beating too fast.

Lee handed you his glass of milk, silver gloves grasping the cup. ❝do you like your food?❞

A smile graced your lips unnoticed. Taking a sip from the glass, you nodded, aware of his goodness, ❝Of course.❞

The milk was warm.

It was a sunny day.

A vase full of dandelions. A lingering scent of cinnamon. An echo of laughter among the hallways.

The house was a home full of various scents. Two people that lived lush green and brimming with wildflowers. Under the sun, they had nothing to lose. Under the sun, all they had was each other.

You yawned as you swept the last dust outside. The morning barely started but the sun was already lulling you to sleep.

❝All done?❞ Lee's voice echoed from the other room. Turning your head, he emerged with a small robot in hand—a new handiwork.

❝Mhm, are you done tinkering your new work?❞

❝Barely. I've been asking parts from Karenina since last week, but she's still not responding.❞

You walked to his direction, attention already caught by the small toy. ❝It looks cute.❞

❝I try to make it look cute. So far, it's giving me problems here and there.❞

Lightly, you trace the outline of the toy, ❝mm...who commissioned you this time?❞

Lee went silent. You dragged your fingers to the outline of his hand, the silver rim cool in your touch. ❝another from Babylonia?❞

❝...would say something like that,❞ he chuckled nervously, ❝but at the same time, no.❞

Lee may be talented in making things work, but he was bad at lying. But still, you laughed and patted his hand, ❝okay, okay, I won't pry.❞

He breathed out a sigh of relief, but was caught off guard when you reached out to squeeze his cheeks. A loud cry escaped his lips and you bolted into a run around the hallway.

❝[Name]!!❞

Your laughter resonated along the hallway.

It was a cool afternoon.

A picnic. A shady tree. An afternoon of living.

The glare of the sun was unkind, but the wind granted you both a clear sky. Under the ruffles of your sundress, the wild playfully blew, but Lee was a gentleman—he didn't look down; only held you by your waist as you walked to the spot under the tree.

❝I guess your weather forecast has been accurate.❞ You said as you laid out the blanket, ❝it's too windy today though.❞

❝I've still yet to adjust it to Earth's new ecosystem.❞ He sighed, placing the basket down, ❝but I'm glad it's accurate still.❞

❝You sound really cute when you talk about that stuff.❞

A small blush crept its way to Lee's face, ❝it's the only thing I'm good at.❞

You propped yourself to the blanket, patting the empty space beside you. Without a word, he slipped to your side. You smiled at your comrade—gently patting his cheek. ❝You're good with a lot of things, Lee.❞

❝Yeah, you think?❞

Your mind wandered for a moment, before opening your mouth to speak. ❝You make all these robots for people. They love it.❞

❝That's my specialty—❞

❝—hold on, I'm not done.❞

Reaching out to the sky, the light of the afternoon spilled through the foliage of trees. In your hand danced the sun—the very heat that kissed your palms and skin when morning comes and when the afternoon sets. ❝Lee is...when I can't hold the sun, I can hold him instead.❞

Curiously, he mimicked your actions. You hadn't realized how close you were to his body when one side of yours had been leaning to him, his other free hand holding you by the waist. Without hesitation, you let your pinky brush his thumb, the small action making you breathe out a satisfied sigh.

❝I never would have thought we could live like this on Earth.❞ You confess as a whisper, heart drumming wild in your chest.

❝Mm...yes. So did I.❞ In kind, his thumb carefully wrapped your pinky.

The sunlight never burned in your hands but his touch felt like walking through the sun's core. Oh, how heavenly did it feel when he took your hand and enclosed it with his own. Taking it to his mouth, a small kiss on top of your own. Lee never broke eye contact as he continued to place the back of your hand to his lips.

❝Would you mind,❞ he whispered in your palm as the wind passed by, ❝would you mind if we can stay like this forever?❞

You did not need to answer. Your presence was already the response. But you smiled anyway.

❝Yes, Lee.❞

For a moment, you could hear the skip in his heart if it were a speaker. You basked in that moment.

❝I will stay with you forever.❞

He was warm.

It ended with an unwavering devotion.

A loud prayer. An honest confession. A promise for a lifetime.

You are in your bed, tangled with Lee as your breaths mingled in the air, the orange hues outside indicating the setting sun. The bed creaked with your movements, but you didn't care—all you could focus was how close he held you in his arms as you sat on his lap, how his breath seemed to send your thoughts into overdrive as he kissed your face, how his incessant hands ignited anywhere he touched.

You lived in the moment, the same way he did.

❝Lee,❞ you said his name like a prayer, and he only answered in soft breaths. He was a man starved for your affection, and you could not help but succumb to him.

No words spoke as he held you tightly in his arms, seemingly afraid to let go. You touched his shoulder, expecting the metal frame, but—

❝is something wrong?❞ his voice was laced with uncertainty, lips detached from your neck.

You held your hold over his shoulder, before squeezing it.

❝Do I seem different?❞ He spoke.

You shook your head, sighing. ❝I am just thinking.❞

Everything seemed to crash all over you at once; the war, the corrupted, Babylonia, and the other constructs under your care. You felt the threat of your tears spilling from your eyes, but Lee looked back. Using his thumb, he caressed cheek.

❝You seem upset.❞ He whispered. He shifted his hold to the nape of your neck, pulling to his direction until both of your foreheads touched.

❝[Name],❞ he closed his eyes, the tremble of his voice making it harder for you to hold your tears. ❝what are you thinking?❞

Unconsciously, you cupped his cheek, before reaching out to hold the dog tag he wore all this time. You brought it to your lips, muttering something like a prayer, before leaving a kiss.

❝All this time, you fought a war for humans, for me.❞ Your other hand slipped down to where his heart was—❝does it hurt?❞

Constructs were pawns and tools of humans; they would fight for them, bleed for them, and even die for them. The brains of the ones who created the concept was extraordinary yet far too selfish—all for man to do was to survive, no matter who they stepped along the way.

You witnessed how many times your constructs would die for you, yet all you could do was watch from the sidelines. You watched Lee save you countless of times—the memory of his sacrifice to keep you alive was still fresh.

❝Why think of that, [name]?❞ He whispered, a kiss on your cheekbone, ❝of course, it once hurt. But not anymore.❞

❝You were the one who's always there for me, but I could never give back to you.❞

Contructs died the day their body was on the operation table and they rebuilt themselves as another person. You knew that. Yet the amount of times Lee—your Lee—would willingly give his life for you was uncountable.

Lee didn't speak. Instead, he held you tighter. ❝Oh, [name],❞

Wordlessly, both of his hands were now on your cheeks. Your hand that was hovered over his chest was warm—the thrumming of his heartbeat was louder than you've ever heard, that you felt it resonate all over your body; from the tip of your ears to the curl of your toes.

❝You being here is enough for me.❞ He placed a kiss to your forehead, ❝the war is over, we can live the way you wanted.❞ a kiss on your eyelids, ❝a house that is never cold like Babylonia,❞ a kiss on your cheekbone, ❝a garden full of vegetables and flowers we love,❞ a kiss to your jaw, ❝a home where we could spend all the days of your life full of love.❞

As a final answer, he kissed you—full of honesty, full of love, that your tears started to pour.

❝I devoted myself to you the day I was in your care, commandant. No matter where you go, I'd always follow.❞

He whispered once more, ❝you make me feel human.❞

❝Morial,❞ you spoke his real name, and for once, you felt him shiver in your touch. ❝how...❞

Hell got lost inside the heaven you've made.

❝Say my name, [name].❞

A swell of pride and warmth filled your chest, his lips touching yours as you called him again, ❝Morial.❞

Again and again, you called his name. He called yours, too. In a flurry of warmth under the fading light of the sun, you found yourself in his embrace.

A saintly devotion. One that presisted even until the end of time.

A loud beep rung out.

A world without corrupted, a world that was finally happy.

Another beep.

How beautiful it must be.

Beep.

M.I.N.D. deviation interferred. Simulation complete.

In the middle of a dark room. A figure sitting on a chair took off his gear.

A dog tag chain grasped in his hand. A solemn prayer lulling at the back of his head.

A Construct named Lee was there. But his commandant was not. There was a house, but it was Babylonia.

There was world left for humans at all.

It started as a saintly kind of devotion. One that persisted even until the end of time.

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vibratingskull · 5 months

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"Hiii, how are you doing??💓💓

First: I love your blog!!

Second: I never wrote an ask but I saw that you requests are open so I thought “why not”. But still: I’m shy.

I hope this ideas makes sense:

Basically since I finished Rebels I kinda crated this sort of ff in my head where the read is a f!jedi that used to be romantically involved with Thrawn during the clone wars (I was thinking that perhaps she could have been Anakin’s friend and the two met when him and Thrawn went for the mission about Padme). And now, after all this time, they met again: he is serving the empire, she is running away from it. Maybe they could met during Rebels or during the Ahsoka show (whatever you prefer). And I was thinking angst that ends with well…nsfw(??)

I mean if this could work for you, it will make my day. But please, feel free to ignore if this is a stupid ass idea HAHAH

(I’m not even sure that this could work with the canon timeline)

Have a good day:))

And thanks in any case💗💗" -anon

Thrawn x f!reader

tags: Angst, smut, blood, strangulation, p in v, creampie

You dance with death.

One step after one another, diving, blocking, repelling… With your lightsaber you dance. You have no other choice or the Imperials will get you. With a swift move of the blade you throw back lasers at their shooter. You project yourself in the Force, spinning and kicking this armada of Death troopers.

A part of you is relieved, for a moment you have feared to face off the inquisitors and their leader Darth Vader, but Death troopers and Navy officers you can manage. You block again, jumping and kicking one in the chest, they’re sent right against their colleagues and collapse. You look around you, sweat rolling at your temples, you're encircled. They all round around you with their weapons drowned at your head and chest.

“Arms up! Drop your weapon!” The leader shouts.

Like hell you will! You’ll teach them some Jedi tricks and a lesson. You close your eyes to dive deep in the Force and that’s when one of them shots you in the back.

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You open your eyes in a flash, stand up in a jump and immediately regret it, feeling dizzy and vertigos making you lose your balance. You sit on the berth with a groan.

Cowards, shouting you like that…

You reopen your eyes to observe your surroundings, you’re in a cell with black and red shades, typical of ISDs. You shake your hea-

Your lightsaber!?

You palp your hip, nothing.

“Is this what you are searching for?” A man's voice raises from behind you.

You spin swiftly, projecting yourself in the force to throw this impudent against a wall.

But nothing.

You don’t feel anything.

You’ve lost all connections to the Force.

“It is useless, I have taken my precautions against your little tricks.” he continues calmly.

You look at your handcuffed hands without understanding.

How?

How does he do that?

You look frowning at the shadows of the cell, you can only distinguish a silhouette sitting in the dark with two red eyes piercing the obscurity and a purring.

Those eyes…

No.

Ridicule.

“Show yourself and face me, coward!” You shout, baring your teeth.

“Chained? Without your lightsaber or the Force? I remember you to be more prudent and thoughtful…” You think you hear amusement in the tone.

“Don’t speak like you know me, Imperial trash! I do not share bread with the likes of you!”

“So I have seen.”

Did you just hear a yipping? You see his hand raise to caress something on his shoulders.

“Shushhhh, dear… I am rather pleased to see you in such good health however. After all that happened, I was fearing for your life."

"Well sorry to disappoint. On my hand I don't remember meeting a single Imperial that escaped my blade." You spite.

"We did meet. Long ago, in different circumstances. It was brief but I remember it to be quite… Intense. For both of us."

It is him!

Shut up !

You snarl.

"And what if you stopped to speak with enigmas and showed your pretty face? So I can kick it."

He chuckles. Is he making fun of you?

"I remember a time where jedis were peacekeepers and diplomats."

"And I remember times where your damn flag wasn't flowing at each corner of the galaxy. People change!"

"Indeed. But you also stayed the same in some aspects."

Okay you're fed up now, you start pulling on your chain, seeing if there is any slack.

"Like I said: useless." He plainly states.

"Well I have to be imaginative so I can see who I'm talking to!" You pull harder.

"I thought anger was forbidden for jedis"

"Back when everything wasn't trying to kill us! You'll learn I'm quite flexible and broad minded when it comes to my survival!"

"I already know. I remember you fierce and deadly on the battlefield, but also sneaky and more restrained."

This man is making you crazy. You tug one last time, and sigh, defeated. You let yourself fall on the bunk.

"Ready to speak like adults?" He asks softly.

"It looks like I don't have a choice…" You reluctantly admit.

You greet your teeth. You're not in immediate danger, it seems like he wants to chat first before torturing you. First, finding what's happening to your connection to the Force, looks like diplomacy's back on the menu.

You straighten your back and cross your legs under yourself, deep breathing through your nose, eyes closed. Slowly your anger subside, you make peace and quiet inside yourself.

Nothing but peace.

You slowly reopens your eyes.

"I am ready.”

"I wish to exchange information."

"What guarantees will I have?" you serenely ask

"Your life. And if your intel is proven useful, your freedom."

First lies. Two in two sentences, not bad but you've seen better.

"I do not believe you." You announce clearly.

"I am a man of honor. I give you my word."

"What credit can I give to a man who hides his face ?"

He remains silent for a moment.

You see the shadow rise and approach. Slowly his face is revealed.

Your heart skips a beat.

You both look eyes in the eyes.

"Hello, Ch'acah." He smiles faintly.

Your heart flutters at the pet name.

You heard him once! With a fateful kiss to seal it.

But at the same time your heart is stabbed by the implications.

"Thrawn…" You let out in one breath.

He nods, the weird lizard on his shoulders yipps again.

"It has been a long time." He ceremoniously says.

Not long enough to forget him. Those sentiments you vowed to forget coming back full force. This mission you helped General Skywalker to find Senatrice Amidala…

Peace and quiet !

Peace and quiet…

For now you have only one question.

"Why?"

"To protect my people." He lets out. "As I always did and will always do."

"How could you?" Your lower lips quivers

"I did not intend things like this. When I came back the Empire was already in place, and it was a more effective ally than the Republic ever could."

You open your eyes wide. You can't believe what you're hearing.

"To the point of helping them? All the massacres, the horrors?"

"We are all trying at our scale" He tries "We are protecting civilians from greater threats, some have never heard the scream of a TIE over their head or see their sky darken under an ISD. This is for this peace that we are fighting for, for security and order.”

“For control and martial laws! The people were muffled and wrists shackled! Do you hear yourself!? This is tyranny!”

“This is a society under control.” He argues back. “What was so great about the corruption of your Republic? Tell me, what was so intrinsically good about your worlds left to rot while the jedis and the senators looked the other way?” He did not raise his voice but the tone was harsh, sharp.

“You could never understand. You never tasted this liberty.” You turn your body from him, hiding your head behind your hair.

It hurts.

Coming from him it hurts.

You always knew there was something wrong with the Jedi Council, that it was susceptible to pressure despite its will to remain impartial. But you tried, you all did, with the help of the Force you tried your best to help everyone.

But his treason hurts even more and you can’t forgive him.

“You never knew what we lost that day. And you never will…” You say more to yourself than him.

“I may not know that…�� He tries considerably softer “But I know I want peace and tranquility for the galaxy, for everyone. And I do think the Empire is the key to that problem, if you would just listen to me…”

From the corner of your eyes you see him extending his hand toward you.

“Do not touch me!” You order.

He stops mid-movement.

“I forbid you from touching me…”

His hand fell to his side. He sighs and stands up.

“You are tired and wounded.” he calmly said “Rest a bit. I will come back to speak later.”

You scoff at him and turn your head to the wall, refusing to look at him. He puts his weird pet in a cage out of your grasp and leaves silently after looking back one last time.

You lay done, biting your lower lips to prevent your tears from rolling.

Peace and quiet…

Peace and…

But some days it is so hard to be strong…

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You tug on your chains trying to reach that cage. You’re sure of yourself now, by some devilry this is this weird lizard that severed your connection to the force.

If only you could reach it…

You tug even more, all claws out, baring your teeth. Come on!

You hear footsteps on the other side of the corridor.

You jump on the bunk, facing the wall. You don’t want to see him.

You don’t want to face him.

In fact you want nothing to do with him.

Some night you fantasize about his death.

This traitor…

This backstabber…

This monster…

“I have brought you your dinner.” He politely announces.

He always does. It is way below him as a Grand Admiral but he makes it a point of honor to bring you your tray himself. He always announces himself, leaves the tray on the ground; feed the lizard and excuses himself.

He didn’t try to speak with you, to touch you, or to force his presence on you.

A good thing because you would not take it well, not at all…

Without your lightsaber and the Force you remain a warrior and he would get a taste of your competences if he ever dared approach you.

But today is different.

Today you need him close.

You deeply inhale through your nose and slowly raise to sit on the bunk, one hand casually behind your back.

“Give it to me…” You demand with lingering anger and resignation in the voice.

He looks at you with surprise for a demi-second before putting his stoic mask back.

Did you finally accept your condition? Were you finally ready to speak with him? Did you forgive him? All those questions flashed in his shiny red eyes in an instant and disappeared just as quickly.

He approaches with the fuming tray, unaware of what’s gonna happen.

Perfect.

Closer…

“I remember you liked today’s dish” he casually says

Closer...

When he puts the tray on the bed next to you, you throw your hand…

He blocks just in time.

Your makeshift weapon slashed him across the jaw but didn’t penetrate his skull as you planned.

You're blocked in a momentum where you force on your hand to stab him and he holds back your arm in his fist. Nothing comes to tilt the balance.

“I knew you would try something.” He simply says as blood run from his cut all across his cheek “But carving a blade out of your toothbrush handle is quite ingenuous”

“I’m full of ressources, remember?” you slyly retort.

“I do. And as an homage to your talents I will forgive you this time.” He starts wringing your arm, forcing you to let go of your weapon with a wince. “But this time only.” He murmurs coldly.

“Then you can sit on your intel.”

He picks the blade and releases your arm, blood starting to stain his pristine white uniform.

“I am a patient man, I can wait until you are desperate.”

“I am a jedi, I don’t know despair.” You massage your arm.

“We will see that after several days without food.”

He picks up the tray and exits your cell.

It is not a problem for you with the Jedi hibernation technique, but you will need to think of another plan…

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You bite your lower lips hard.

You slash it and bury your teeth into the soft flesh until you draw blood.

It hurts like hell.

You smudge the blood all across your mouth and cheeks and pour some on the floor, you bite into your inner cheek until blood fills your mouth.

Then you lay there, in the middle of the cell, in a pool of blood.

And wait.

You hear footsteps.

It's him

You close your eyes and let him approach.

“Ch’acah?!” You hear in a slightly higher tone than you’re used to.

But he regains his cool instantly and instead of panicking approaches you slowly and calmly, checking for your vitals.

You wait for him to lean over you and when he’s close enough you rise like a devil and circle his throat with your chain.

You tug as hard as you can.

Taken by surprise he opens his eyes wide, gasping for air, pulling on the chains, so you tug even more. In the confusion you lose your balance and end up straddling him on the ground as you strangle him. You feel an acidic pool in your stomach…

He fights back. Hard. But you maintain your position, squeezing tighter and tighter…

You look him in the eye as you try to kill him, you see surprise then focus in his gaze as he tries to unfast the chains. He grasps the chains, tries to throw you off of him or make you lose your grip.

But you hold on.

After 30 seconds his face turns purple and he extends his hand toward you. You’re ready to receive a punch and close your eyes, waiting for the impact but instead feel an incredibly soft caress on your cheek. You reopen your eyes in surprise to see he almost stopped moving, looking at in his final moment with only adoration in his eyes.

In his final moments he stops fighting and chooses to love you one last time…

That’s when you break…

“I can’t…”

You let down the chains, breaking sobbing. He immediately tugged them away from his throat and took an enormous breath, coughing.

“I can’t… I can’t…” You hold your face in your hands, fully crying. “I can’t kill you… I’m not strong enough…”

He massages his throat, taking deep breaths. He looks at you under half closed eyelids

“I hate you. You crystallize this damn Empire and all the things I fight against…” You hiccup “But I love you so much… You’re the last thing I have from that era…” You hug yourself, abandoning yourself to your sentiments, against all you believe in.

You suddenly feel arms around you, hugging you in a warm embrace. Silently, Thrawn caresses your hair and grazes your back. Shocked and against your better judgment you snuggle against his chest, shaked by spasms.

“We will find a way.” He says in a croaky voice. “Things do not have to be that way, we can find solutions. Look at me…” He takes your chin between his fingers to tilt your head. “Together, we will find a way…” he murmurs

You look into his burning gaze, you find an unflinching will and unbreakable resolution, but you don’t fool yourself, this is not something you can just gloss over and forget. The chasm is too big, too deep even for Thrawn and his utopian hopes… but again, Thrawn is known to always beat the odds.

Slowly, unconsciously your eyes lower down to his lips. He’s still panting after your attack and his lips are a bit swollen, but so tempting. You lick your lips remembering your kiss, the only one you ever had, the only one you shared in a solemn moment before he left for his home and you had to get back to Anakin and the Senator Amidala. He seems to pick up on your thoughts because he leans forwards until you can feel his breath on your lips but stops to let you decide.

You close your eyes and meet him. The kiss is soft, as you remembered, hesitant but tender. You slowly part, reopening your eyes to look into his glowing orbs again.

“Is it a good idea…?” You ask, unsure.

“I do not know. But that might be our only chance to build something…” He answers ceremoniously.

You take his head in your hand and kiss him again, your tongues meeting and dancing with each other. He holds the back of your head and squeezes you in his arms. You press yourself against him, laying on the ground with him. His hands slide across all your body, caressing your flanks and grasping your hips. You kiss his jaw and lick your way to his neck as he unbuckles your belt. You bite into the soft flesh and earn a groan on his part. He pull you on his laps to straddle him and starts opening your combination as you slide your hands under his jacket and top to feel his warm skin and chiseled abs. You feel a bulge against your cunny and moan, grinding into it. A warm pool starts to form deep into your core. Kissing your shoulder Thrawn pulls your prisoner combination off your shoulder and passes his hands under your top to grope your bosoms. He kneads and palps them, flicking your nipples with his thumbs, you mewl to encourage him. He helps you take off your t-shirt and open your pants, leaving you in your panties. You wave your body against his groin and moan, exciting him through the fabric. He holds your hips as you grind, eyes closed, he appreciates the sensations. You feel the bulge get warmer and bigger. When he has enough he starts opening his pants and you help him free his erection and you’re about to jump onto it when he stops you.

“No, let me explore you first.”

You feel your inner walls clench at his demand. His hand grazes your pubic mound to slide under you and teases your clit with his thumb while he gently inserts his knuckles into you. He pushes two fingers inside and searches for your g spot, caressing your cunt delicately. When he finds the gummy spot he grazes it vigorously as he circles your clit, building your excitement, you get wetter by the seconds. When you drip onto his hand he invites you to dry hump against his cock, coating it with your slick. You mewl as you rub yourself against his hard member, appreciating all the veins and ridges, you call his name without any shame.

“Ride me.” He says in a deep breath.

You nod desperately, raising your hips to nudge your entrance with his tip and slowly sink onto it, pushing your inner walls as you get so deliciously full of him. God he’s so big you see a bulge. With his hands on your hips you start riding him with delight, your flesh meeting in obscene wet noises. You put your hands on his chest for support and quicken your pace. You ride for two minutes before losing your forces, he then starts to rock and rut into you to guide him to completion. With his powerful thrusts you reach your peak without difficulty and come on his cock with a silent cry. He continues to push three or four times before cumming inside your cunny.

Panting, you lay on his chest, listening to his fast heartbeat.

“You know this is not sustainable…” You say after a moment of silence.

“I know, but for now there is only the two of us and I want to treasure this moment.” He replies, kissing your forehead, embracing you tightly.

Maker knows what would become of you both, but for now you close your eyes feeling secure in his arms.

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theeyoungalabastor · 1 year

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Technoblade And His Apprentice: The Shattered Totem- Kill or Be Killed (Part 2)

Part 1, Part 2 (Fin)

(Art by: Jammie on Twitter)

Where does this take place?: The Arctic Empire, New L'Manberg, The Greater SMP

What event takes place?: Technoblade's and (Y/n)'s execution

Character pairing: Piglin!Hybrid!Technoblade and Bear!Hybrid!Reader

Information on chatacter(s): Both hybrids have a human like form but when feeling threatened both are able to shift into a bigger more animal like form that will add onto both strength, agility, and height (height to look more intimidating)

WARNINGS: Blood, character death, descriptive but mild gore, angst, explosions, murder, manipulation, foul language, freezing, Character Death

Status: Platonic, Angst, Fluff, Familial (Technoblade sees reader as a sibling)

Pronouns: They/them

Word count: 2,419 (2k)

Page count: 7.1

Summary: Having been included with the aid of destroying L'Manberg with Technoblade both the Piglin man and dear reader soon become the main target for a certain quartet. Nailing wanted posters to the wooden poles around New L'Manberg the ensemble set off with the intent of having the duo pay for their crimes. Public Execution.

"What do ya think about this?" Lifting the object in your hand you raised the other to fix the large crown that you had appropriated from your dear mentor. Presenting it to the man who sat at your side, long Infared strands were unbound from the loose braid he often wore, leaving them to wave elegantly with the invisible digits of lady wind to rake through. Technoblade hummed in response as he turned his head to peer at your perched figure whose small round ears flickered in excitement, a few content huffs leaving your nostrils in small puffs of air.

"Hm, I thought you'd have more blue's in there but it's nice, I guess." He shrugged, fixing the hook of his mantle to hang limp on the soft fur that lined the base. He'd caught you a few more times than not, ruffling the soft mane, a childish grin spread across your lips. Despite everything that was happening and what was to come, you never lost those childlike innocents, but he knew under that façade you effortlessly hid behinds, was a killer just like himself. Honestly, the older male saw himself within you, the way your eyes glinted with malice when the mention of blood was brought into a conversation, or when you'd hum content melody's when reading (You caught him a few times doing the same thing). But what struck him the most was your violent urges.

The fur that limned your spine would bristle like a cat frightened out of its wits, top lip pulls into a nasty snarl to reveal your pronged trenchant canines that looked as if they could tare through the roughest of flesh and the strongest of bone. Your padded fingers would shift and contort as your dull talons soon grew blunted and keen at the tip-

It was honestly terrifying when he witnessed your full rage.

Blood caked your snout, painting your teeth a spoiled scarlet that dripped from your chin like thinned cheese, affixes knuckle deep in the beast's carcass that lay limp at your feet.

The Ravager had gored its pronged horn in the flesh of your side that was revealed from between the plates of your netherite armor which ended up puncturing your ribs quite bad-

"You look weird without your crown on," tilting your head to slide the said object from atop your dome shifted, resting against the cartilage of your rounded ear. Technoblade rolled his vermillion hues before shaking his head. "Well, I wouldn't look weird if you'd stop taking it." He barked.

Your brows furrowed slightly at his words, Technoblade, your dear mentor was gifted with a monotone voice, which also meant that at times you couldn't completely compute what emotions he was expressing, if it was any at all.

"Well, Mr. I'm-gonna-be-bitchy-over-a-crown; I wanted to do something." Standing from your spot you turned to him. Turning away he again shook his head.

"I'm not 'bitching' over the crown, it's just that you've got one hell of a pair of butter finger-" His words died on his tongue as a sudden weight atop his head became known. His body turned jagged as you fixed a few silk petals to sit on his hair better. With a nod of approval, you strode away to gather another bundle of long-stemmed flowers.

The blonde stood atop his windowsill; mangled wings pressed tight to the little of his back that ached slightly as he gripped at the windows wooden edge, his ankle sizzled with a small volt of electricity, but his mind wasn't focased on the device that kept him bound to the home to which he resides, but his attention was dead struck on the group. There, being pulled along the wooden oak path, was them.

"You actually got them..."

Technoblade's piglin ears perked at the sound of his friend's voice, desperation sheeting his crimson eyes as he cried out defenselessly. "Phil- PHIL, WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU!?" But as he turned to face the Elytrian a harsh shove jerked his torso, a sign from the battalion to keep moving, and he did, biting the flesh of his lip till a coppery taste painted his tongue but his words still cut through the air. "You guys leave Phil alone, leave him alone, you already have (Y/N), leave him alone!"

With that being said, Philza's sapphire hues shone with utmost concern when his eyes lay upon your tattered form, your matted hair, split lip that revealed the now dry gums, a single ear presented with a split that would most likely never heal back together, blackened eye, and bruised form, gods you looked sickly, normally bright (S/T) skin now tainted with a dull grey hue.

Your eyes were cast to the wooden walkway that to you- felt as if it were going to go on forever. Your muscles twinged and bones ached after being forced into the harsh weather of the frigid tundra where Technoblade resigned even though now you weren't as cold as before, but you still you felt as if you were to pass out at any moment when waiting to be revealed to your dear mentor as a 'prize for our hard work.'

throughout the whole boat ride to the man in charge, Quackity, would force a finger under the bear hybrids bruised chin, forcing your exhausted half lidded eyes to look at his own earthly hues that glinted with corrupt. Technoblade, every time would let a guttural- almost protective growl would leave his throat when he watched the man handle your beaten form so carelessly as if you meant nothing, but every time he did, Quackity would snap at him with the point of his diamond axe pointed at the man as he spat threats on how he was going to toss the young teen over the edge and watch them sink helplessly into the inky abys of the ocean.

And with your already dampened mental state you kind of hoped that he would. So that you didn't have to sit, back pressed to the boats wooden walls that rocked, sending waves of nausea to wash over your aching body. You looked absolutely pathetic, once a great fighter akin to their mentor now sat, broken and tattered.

A yelp of pain left your lips as the hilt of an axe dug into the fractured bone of your ribs that had been kicked in by yours truly- Fundy shoved your shoulder harshly only to gain a sympathetic glance from the enderman who strode widely beside the small battalion of men and the two captors.

Finally finding the strength to cast your gaze from the floor you glanced up. Just a few feet away stood a towering machine with an iron bared cage beneath, from the top of the crane, hung an anvil from a rope that began to fray from the objects weight. If you weren't as cotton minded with pain and grogginess the thought of how the hell, they got that heavy ass thing to hang from there without accidentally killing one another. But alas, you were tugged to a nearby seat within the two rows of raised seating accommodations, the fox hybrid tightening his hold against the laceration of your forearm, to which you hissed, stumbling into a corner seat, teethed bared at the burning sensation of his fur tugging at the raw meat of your wound.

To your left, Technoblade was led to a nearby poster located directly in front of the elytrians home. The poster- surprisingly- didn't have the two of you back-to-back, weapons held high as if to strike a fatal blow, but just Technoblade.

With furrowed brows and scrunched nose- it struck you.

There WERE no posers around New L'Manberg that contained your photo. You weren't wanted. You weren't needed. But then why where they doing this you may ask?

You were being used for leverage.

They fucking knew that you were one of the few things that the pink haired shapeshifter cared for, including Philza: Who clung to his windowsill, unfastidious wings ruffled and untidied as he watched with helpless eyes as one of his two closest friends were forced carelessly into the iron caged walls, a sheet of thick glass welded into the front for perfect viewing pleasure.

"Technoblade, if you hadn't noticed, this is not a trial, this is not a trial." Quackity mused as he leaned against the iron bars, the ones that Technoblade clung to with white knuckles.

Anxiety devoured hungrily at the pit of his stomach as Quackity continued with his cocky monologue. "You see down there," the duck pointed in a nearby location as the other of who was encaged, looked. " When we press that lever down there, what that anvil is going to do, is it's going to drop on you, and it's going to fucking kill you!"

The larger hybrids heart thumped against his chest at the sight of the heavy object that dangled from just a single rope that looked to fray at the ends. A part of him wondered how the hell these assholes were able to hoist that thing all the way up there.

"But!-" Technoblade looked back at Quackity.

"You're not going alone you see, right there next to you?" He turned, glancing towards the large pole with a decent sizzled platform that elevated the bottom. "Fundy, will you be a king an bring them here for me?" Quackity's voice dripped with honey flavored venom.

Maybe you were wrong, maybe they really were going to kill you.

Fundy, the grandson of Philza Minecraft grinned wickedly as his grip again turned taut, almost bruising, before yanking your stumbling figure along the path, towards the stand where Technoblade was being held.

A harsh shove sent you stumbling, knees hitting the hard wood with a harsh thud. Fundy's hand was then replaced by another, a bit more calloused and firmer than the foxes. "Thank you, Fundy, now, go and enjoy the show huh?"

With a curt nod, the male cast a weary glance towards the encaged piglin who's eyes never left the pathetic looking figure. "Quackity, what- what are you doing with them? They had nothing to do with my actions! Leave them alone!"

"Oh no, no, no, Technoblade, you are not sweet talking your apprentice out of this, they strictly helped you destroy the very foundation we stand on today! Just like we did theirs! BLOWN TO PEICES!" He shouted the last part, yanking the rope that now bound your hands assisted by the copper cuffs that kept you from shifting, a handy cap of sorts.

You were too weak to even struggle.

Quackity dropped from the stands surface, not even bothering to use the stairs that were directly next to him, his wings flapping, an attempt to slow his fall before his netherite boots hit the wooden floor with a clunk. "Neither of you are getting out of this alone, even if it kills me." He hissed, continueing. "Now, you must be wondering what this is yes?" The man crouched next to the lever that would soon bring the blades impending doom, his earthy eyes glinting with malicious intent as he lifted the weapons form their spots, tossing one to his fellow hybrid, Fundy.

In their hands sat two cross bows, both loaded with arrow tipped fireworks. An idea cheekily crafted by Quackity himself after remembering the young presidents unfortunate demise to the same weapon.

It made Tubbo shudder seeing that again.

You just stood; knees buckled towards each other, breathing heavily, so hard that it felt like a wheeze.

It broke Techno's heart seeing you like this, all tattered in worn because you inderstood his intentions unlike most others. All because you wanted to destroy the very thing that drove his brother and your best friend off his rocker.

This corrupt ass government that held one of the youngest members of the SMP and the most feared Anarchist to await their doom.

"I'm sure you recognize these baby's, yeah? I got them from your houses after we caught you!" He chirped happily. "But enough of this, Tubbo, can you please do the honors of explaining to our whole and entire team, of what's going on here?"

With a nod and hum the boy glanced back towards the two exclusionists. Technoblade's lips pulled into a hateful snarl, and (Y/n) who lifted their head to rest against the pole's stature.

His voice wavered. "Technoblade and (Y/n) have robbed this country, of everything that made it special. Of everything that defined what it was. The two stepped in when they shouldn't have-"

The ram hybrid's voice faded into nothing, but murmurs as (Y/n) lifted their head, swollen eye peering at their mentor.

"Techno?"

He turned with the snap of his head, boar ears perking at the sound of their hoarse voice, despite its roughness it was still music to his ears.

"Yes Artemis?"

"Thank you."

This took the man by surprise, no one ever really thanked him, genuinely at least. Other eyes when thanking him of his helping hand had a thin sheen of light in their eyes, just as they were made to be. But theirs shown absolute sincerity, that blanket of light that enveloped their swollen eyes as tears gathered at the ducts. "Thank you for everything. For being a shoulder to lean on, for helping me when I was at my lowest."

The tears began to flow down the bear's face. "Hey, we're gonna get out of this, I promise."

(Y/n) shook their head.

Chaos ensued beyond the heartfelt conversation between the two that seemed oblivious. "No, no I'm not, I'm at least 74 percent sure that I won't make it, but you still have two lives to waste. I'll be nothing but dust."

"AIM, AIM YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

"PULL THE LEVER BIG Q, PULL THE LEVER!"

A shadow cast over the pinettes head as (Y/n) pulled their shoulders to their ears, the tip of the arrow tipped firework approaching rapidly.

"But most of all, thank you for being the dad I never knew I needed."

(Y/n) went out with a bang of color

Technoblade has reached the goal [Postmortal]

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dilf-din · 8 months

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Yeehawgust Day 24: Uranium Fever

Rogue One/Rebelcaptain

WC: 2630

Characters: Jyn & Cassian

Rating: T

Warnings: whump and angst, major character death, depictions of illness (cancer), language. This is fucking sad.

A/N: whatever the opposite of a fix it fic is, that’s what this is. I’m used to only writing happy endings, so this was a challenge to get through. I crode several times. But there are so many allusions to their happy middle, and the soulmate-ism is intense. Author does not claim responsibility for emotional damage.

In a lot of ways, Jyn and Cassian had lucked out, beaten the odds. If Kay only knew how many more missions they would make it back from, he would’ve short circuited. They had dodged blaster fire and fists and tyranny and unspeakable tragedy, always together, always hand in hand. They survived war, and then they survived another. One apart, and the second together. Whatever had led them to each other, whether fate or the Force, they didn’t question it. They bowed at its altar every night and thanked it for its blessings. Everyone knew they belonged together. One glance was enough to clue in any onlooker. The pair with fire in their eyes for everyone but each other. Their looks were reserved for tenderness, for adoration and devotion.

Jyn was never the kind of person to need anyone or anything. Living a life abandoned led you down one of two paths: you either gave up or fought like hell to become something. Claw tooth and nail out of the pit you were forced into, emerging covered in blood and sweat, dirt and tears. Jyn was a fighter.

She was cunning, sharp as a blade. People flinched when Cassian walked into a room, but they would lay their weapons down with a single look from Jyn.

Jyn lived her life like there was nothing to lose. She was used to things being taken from her. The one good gift she ever received was Cassian. She never imagined meeting someone who understood her on such a fundamental level. Of course, the hand she had been dealt had led her into the lives of many others who had lost things at the hands of the Empire. She looked at the Death card she was dealt as a child, ripped it to shreds, and buried it. Every piece of it had followed her for decades, claiming the lives of everyone she stood too close to for too long.

It had been years since she felt the reaper’s bony hand around her throat or searched for his shadow lurking in the corner of every room she entered. She was getting complacent, letting her guard down. She actually started to believe that she would get her happy ending. What a childish thing, to believe in fairy tales.

It started with a cough. A dry one, the kind no one worries about. “Probably just the weather,” she had reasoned. Cassian nodded, not seeing a reason for it to raise any red flags. Then the cough stayed through winter and into spring, rattled the bones in his chest till he felt his heart would give out.

“Maybe you should see a doctor,” she suggested lightly over dinner one night.

Cassian nodded again. It had been months. It should’ve cleared up by now.

“Tomorrow,” he smiled. She reached across the table to squeeze his hand. Both of them dancing around the hole that showed up in the middle of their house, getting deeper every day. If they skirted around the edge of it, it was easy enough to overlook. It wasn’t that wide yet, nowhere near two meters deep. And besides, they weren’t quite sure the other even knew it was there. So they ignored it, focused their attention on flowers and kisses and slow dances, letting love lead them through with a firm grip.

Cassian sat on the cold, steel table, drumming his fingers anxiously. He hated doctors, distrusted them, but he wanted to ease Jyn’s mind. She never pushed him to do something he was uncomfortable with unless it was out of love. His dear Jyn, he owed much of his healing over the years to her, both mentally and physically. Like an expert guiding a rookie through defusing a bomb, she held him steady while they disconnected wires and identified emotional triggers. She made him feel like his mind was a safe place to be for the first time in a long time. He owed it to her to get this cough treated, eliminate any fears she might be harboring.

His thoughts were interrupted by the doctor opening the door. He was a Mon Calamari with bright white scales and long whiskers. His eyes were a sharp, glassy blue.

“So sorry to keep you waiting. I’ve been looking over your chart for a while now, and I’m just not making sense of everything before me. Do you mind if we run a few tests?”

Cassian shifted nervously, “Is there anything you think is wrong?”

“I just want to rule out a few things,” he said diplomatically, “Tell me, have you lost weight recently?”

Cassian thought for a moment, ran a hand over his jaw and noticed it didn’t feel as full as usual.

“Maybe?”

“Loss of appetite?”

“A little here and there.”

The doctor typed quickly into the holopad.

“I’ll set some tests up and have you out of here in no time.”

Cancer. Cassian stared blankly out one of the small windows on the shuttle ride home. The old ship creaked and shuddered as if it was on its last leg. Cass couldn’t ignore the irony, feeling like he himself was being held together with duct tape and hope. It was a fine diagnosis, really. He didn’t mind going out this way, but he had no idea how he would tell Jyn. He debated not telling her, but she would just kill him when she found out. He couldn’t hide it forever. He wasn’t even hiding it now.

Cassian was also given a Death card at a young age. The Shaman had pulled it off the top of the deck and placed it into his shaking hands. He and Jyn had spent their entire lives trying to outrun the fate they knew would befall them one day. But damn it, if they didn’t have a good time running together.

He walked through the door, a new heaviness around his shoulders as he tried to shake the cold from his bones. The warmth of the fire in the living area drew him in like a disoriented moth. He kicked his boots off and dropped his jacket in the middle of the floor, crouched on the hearth and closed his eyes, letting the hot air press kisses to his pale skin, bringing him to life bit by bit.

“Cass?”

Just the sound of her voice drew a lump to his throat.

He heard the shuffle of fabric as she picked up his jacket and laid it over the back of the sofa. She was behind him in seconds, warm hand on his cheek.

“It’s still so chilly out,” she remarked, “So, how did it go?”

He was quiet for a long time. Should he beat around the bush? Rip the stitches open and bleed all over the both of them?

“Cass?” she asked again, kneeling to meet his gaze. Her brows were knit together in worry.

“Cancer,” he breathed out, barely a whisper.

“What?”

“Cancer!” he all but shouted, “I have fucking cancer, Jyn.” He gave a wry smile. “Survived the Empire just to get torn apart by my own body.”

Somehow, she seemed unshaken by the news, a determination set in her eyes.

“Okay,” she said calmly, “We can get through this. What did they say about treatment?”

“It’s too late.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s. Too. Late.” he enunciated every word, reaching into his pocket with a trembling hand and pulling out a sheet of paper. He shoved it into her chest and stared into the flames though the smoke was beginning to burn his eyes.

Jyn unfolded it to see a scan of Cassian’s abdomen absolutely lit up white. Clumps of tissue she could tell didn’t belong clinging to every surface and organ system.

“I, I don’t understand. How did this happen? How did we not know?” her voice surprisingly calm still. She was in shock, he reasoned.

“He said he sees it a lot in mechanics, people who spend too much time messing around with reactors and hyperdrives. Guess all that money I made pawning parts wasn’t worth it anyway, was it?” he leaned his head back against the cool stone and laughed bitterly.

“They said it’s too late?” she searched his face trying desperately to understand the new reality they were just handed.

His eyes pooled with tears as he finally mustered up the courage to look at her, his Jyn.

He took her hands in his, and with a trembling voice began, “I only have a few months left, Jyn, and I want to spend them with you, not hooked up to machines and tubes and needles.”

As much as it killed her too, as much as it set every cell in her body on fire with hatred for the Empire, she nodded. He was hers, but his life was his own. She would never dream of begging him to suffer for her sake.

“Then that’s what we’ll do,” she said with a small smile.

His heart ached impossibly as he gazed at the woman in front of him. Deep wrinkles were starting to form at the edges of her eyes and the corners of her mouth. She had gotten her first grey hair a few months ago. She hadn’t made a big deal out of it, but Cassian had cooed and drawn her into his arms, talking about how beautiful she would be when her hair was all but silver. He didn’t deserve her. And she didn’t deserve this. And all of a sudden, he was filled with rage and sadness, being torn in opposite directions by their vicious pulls. He had asked her to do the impossible, and she had said yes without hesitation.

She drew his head into her hands and locked her eyes with his, “I’m with you till the end.”

It came quicker than either of them had anticipated. They felt like they wasted so much time on the front end. How many times they had not treated every touch with a holy reverence, been short with their words when work was too much. If they could take it all back, go back to the start, they would treasure every second even more.

Cassian quit his job. They took a lot of walks until he couldn’t. His movements slowed quickly over the following weeks, so they spent a lot of time sitting. They picked a bench outside their neighborhood beneath a lantern that glowed bright yellow against the grey washed winter days.

It was just a short walk. Jyn stood steady while he clung to her arm, bundled in his thickest coat and scarf. Her breath teased of ghosts floating away on the wind while they made their way to their usual spot. It was across the street from a park. Though it was cold, the kids still gathered after school let out to play in the dusting of snow and kick a ball around.

“We never got to have that,” he said softly one day, nodding his head in the direction of laughter while his hands clutched a barely sipped on mug of tea. His fingers reveled in the heat. “I’m glad they get to,” he smiled sincerely.

Jyn couldn’t help but think that their bravery had a part to play in this, that the mission that brought them into each other’s lives had set the course for the Galaxy to look the way it did today. With children laughing and running freely, everyday people going about their lives without the shadow of tyranny to block out the light. Her hand reached over to squeeze his. They sat in comfortable silence, reminiscing on their life together. It was sad work, but, oh, there was so much joy shared between the two of them. So many years of making it out by the skin of their teeth. It was about time for their luck to run out.

Jyn looked at the man next to her, pushed past the unrecognizable resignation in his eyes, the downward turn of his lips, and saw the boy she fell in love with. The leader of the rebellion who wouldn’t take no for an answer, who forged his own paths and never backed down from a fight. He was tired of fighting. Jyn knew that. Anything she could do to soften his transition between worlds, she would do without question.

She stayed up late reading to him a lot. They awoke many mornings on the couch, partly from them both dozing off, and partly from him not wanting to face the stairs at the end of the day. He sat in the crook of her legs with his back against her chest, and she would run her fingers through the length of his hair, though it was much shorter now than it was in their youth.

Morning’s light would creep in through the curtains, dance across the sharp angles of his cheek and nose. Jyn didn’t get much sleep when they stayed like this. She was afraid of missing any more than she had already. She would watch his features take shape, listen to the steady rhythm of his breath, and try to imagine a world where she didn’t get to fall asleep with it as background noise like she had grown so used to. His breath was as second nature to her days as her own.

They would eat a small breakfast. She would help him wash up, pull thick socks over his feet. The tasks grew in number as the days they had left dwindled. Soon he stopped eating altogether, stopped leaving the couch.

The day it happened, they both knew. Looked over at the hole that had now widened into a full grave. To Jyn, it looked like her own death sentence. To Cassian, it looked like coming home.

Jyn pressed kisses up and down his jaw as he dozed. When the afternoon light faded, so did his. She saw Death’s cloak in her periphery, swallowed down the fear of what’s to come.

His brown eyes fluttered open, having lost the spark that she loved so dearly. She knew he was no longer himself, that it was time to let him go.

“I’m so tired,” he slurred.

“I know, my love,” she whispered through tears, “You can rest now. It’s okay. I’ll be okay.”

Cassian smiled faintly.

“Kiss me?”

She pressed her lips to his, felt them move beneath her own. His exhales becoming ragged against her cupid’s bow.

“Jyn?”

She pulled back to look him in the eye. His hand found her cheek and cradled it the way he always did when he had her full attention.

“Come find me again,” he whispered, the last glint of a sparkle danced across his eyes like a shooting star. She made one final wish, for him to be free of his pain.

“I love you,” she said through tears.

“I love you, my Jyn,” his eyes became heavy once more, and when his last breath left his lungs, the world grew ten degrees colder.

Her body shook with sobs as she clung to his lifeless form. She stayed there for days, unable to pull herself away, not wanting to admit which touch would be the last. She thought of the way she had wept over her father’s corpse. Only this time, there was no one left to drag her away. No one to convince her that there was still something to fight for. Cassian was all she had. She had spent twice as many years by his side as she had on her own. The emptiness of the future fell over the room like a blanket, keeping her in place, covering everything she knew.

And so, after one final fight, Jyn Erso was alone again.

#yeehaugust 2023 #Yeehawgust #rebelcaptain #rebelcaptain fic #Rebelcaptain angst #rogue one #rogue one fic #jyn erso #cassian andor #jyn x cassian #cassian x jyn

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writ-in-violant · 8 months

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Detective Kearney goes by a few names. With his complexion, almost nobody believes Blake was the first name he used, but he never answers questions as to what is nobody else's business. The Acrimonious Agent is the term most use -- agent for whom, of course, is the question. The answer, on days when he answers that, is "London, once. Revenge, now." The last name people call him is the Widower-In-All-But-Law. He has been in the Neath for over a year, but never has he strayed from dressing in half-mourning. And in Veilgarden, despite his buttons all being grey, some gossip of seeing a golden wedding band on a chain around his neck. The cats of Spite whisper of documents falsified and dresses bought for a wedding that never happened, of a kind physician lying beneath the ground and his murderer vanishing to the Neath. Nobody asks him questions about it directly. It seems...cruel.

A second entry for the @neathyfashioncoalition -- Blake Kearney, the Acrimonious Agent, dressed in a rather simple day-suit, suitable for any job that likely won't end in him covered in blood. It's a rare occasion that will risk him ruining his mourning-clothes with blood.

This is my most up-to-date Blake image; it's also the first one to include his new eye (he lost one during Horticulture Hell, and used Estival tokens to replace it with a Fourth-City eyeball, which messes with his depth perception but sharpens his already-extant eye for politics). One day I'll figure out how to make slicked-back hair look right, so, expect to get more Blake images as I figure that out.

I'm not sure I've said Blake's backstory directly before so that's below the cut.

Blake was a child adopted by a British spy in the Shanghai International Settlement; he's unsure of his original parentage, only knowing he was on the street for a while, and does see the agent who adopted him as his father despite being treated as somewhere in between an adopted child and a tool of the spy trade.

He trained to take on his father's trade, which was broadly bad (don't raise your kids to be tools of an empire) but had the slight benefit of giving him the resources and training as a transgender man to pass in a world, above-ground, that would not understand him. During the course of a mission he ended up wounded in a small town in Ireland; while most weren't willing to treat a strange foreign-seeming man on the verge of death, the doctor's apprentice -- Liam O'Connell -- stepped in and took care of him. Blake fell in love instantly ("Blake Kearney" is also the fake name he gave Liam that day; he just decided to keep using it forever).

Blake would visit Liam between missions and even was planning to give up the trade he'd been raised in, retiring from the service and finding a way to set up a life with Liam...but after they were engaged but before they were married, with Blake off on what was to be his last mission, Liam was murdered. Blake came back to Liam's distraught sister, a town that had lost its newly-minted doctor, and a mystery pointing below-ground. Furious and heartbroken, Blake cashed in every favor he had ever earned to get himself into the Neath, determined to find whoever did this and make them pay.

#oc: the acrimonious agent #i should probably draw his lover Liam as well at some point #anyway Blake's had a deeply tragic life. love when you finally are about to have one good thing and then its torn from you for no reason #hes a bitch but honestly who can blame him at this point #anyway can't believe it took this long for him to actually reach nightmares 8 and go insane.#neathyfashioncoalition

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Don't you feel Andor is a better version of Rogue One?

Diverse cast of characters of day-to-day people played by actors of different enthicities, the villains' danger coming from their loyalty to the imperial machine, an indiferent protagonist that re-learns why they hate the empire?

I guess it's not fair to Rogue One because Andor had way more hours to develop its story and Gilroy had so much control over the story. Besides, Rogue One's script was re-written so many times. I mean just look at how many scenese from the trailer don't appear on the actual movie.

Idk, I wonder what this show could've been had ir had Jyn as a protagonist instead (I haven't read rebel rising, but what's one more retconned book?); specially because I think Cassian has a lot of Jyn's characteristics. Hell—they both went to prison!

I agree with you that it feels like Andor is what happens when there's enough space and time to do what Rogue One was trying to do. I really like the concept of Rogue One and also Jyn as a character, but I feel like the execution was a bit disorganized and often poorly-written.

If I had had to pick one character from Rogue One who I would have wanted a prequel on before I saw Andor (in the interest of honesty: this is purely a hypothetical as Andor was my introduction to the Star Wars universe), it would definitely have been Jyn, not Cassian— in particular, I find that whole concept of her having been raised and then abandoned by Saw fascinating and would have loved to have seen how that went down. But, having seen Andor, I see how necessary it was to have Cassian be the central character, because Andor isn't really about Cassian at all, it's about this world that he's moving through. Cassian is often playing the "straight man" in this story— he's the observer, the less commanding presence that everyone else plays off of. He's just this lens through which we see how exactly this world would radicalize someone like him. He's the point around which all these other stories turn— the fulcrum, if you will. Cassian often steps back— he advises Vel to say his suggestions are her ideas, he gives credit for his ideas to Taga, he pushes Kino to make the speech in the prison break, and the season ends with him offering himself up to Luthen as a willing fighter— something which he also does for Jyn in Rogue One.

I think this manner of de-centering the "main" character is central to the storytelling of this specific show, and it just wouldn't work with Jyn— she's the type to make the speech, to rally for the cause, to have her own ideas and follow through with them with or without support from others. She's a much more classic hero character, and there are all kinds of fascinating stories to tell about her, but they wouldn't be Andor. I would love the show about Jyn too, I just think it would have to have a very different method of storytelling.

#would love to continue chatting about this with you i love talking about this show!!#andor #let's see if i get hunted for sport for this one #ask tag #an e original

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shoppncarticles · 1 year

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Viva Piñata

After the monumental success of Pokemon in 1996, several other companies tried giving the monster-catching craze a shot in attempts to reach the same level of commercial bounty that Game Freak and Nintendo had, though it rarely led to any long-term success. This wasn’t exclusive to just the later 90s though, since Pokemon’s continuing status as a media empire meant that there must still be a market for quirky critter-catching simulators. Enter Microsoft, who joined the gaming industry in 2001, and had a stroke of good fortune with their second console, the Xbox 360. Competing with the Nintendo Wii and PlayStation 3, the Xbox 360 was pretty popular and widespread for the time, encouraging Microsoft to find more ways to branch out and expand their console’s appeal.

Microsoft was also in control of Rare Ltd. at the time, the creators of games like Donkey Kong Country and Banjo-Kazooie. Figuring they could make something with broad, marketable appeal similar to Pokemon, Microsoft gave them the task of creating a new monster-collecting IP. Luckily, Rare already had a concept lying around that could fit the bill, so they set out to work developing what was supposed to be a new juggernaut. They even paired with 4Kids to get a cartoon made and ready during the game’s development.

The end result was Viva Piñata, a cross between a gardening and a pet raising simulator that gives players a garden to call their own and decorate in attempts to attract wild living piñatas to hopefully tame and live there. True to Rare’s standard affair, the game is very colorful and nicely stylized, featuring several different piñatas who each (usually) have names that combine what type of animal they are with a sugary food. You can even get the piñatas to breed if you so choose, encouraged since only 2 of one piñata type will show up in the wild at a time.

The piñatas aren’t the only thing players have to care for, though, since gardening does matter quite a bit, and plants can be farmed and bred in order to create flora which better attracts the wild paper-mâché fauna. Things aren’t all bright and cheery though, since not only will players be tormented by villainous Ruffians who seek to ruin the garden and even smash piñatas, but players are also encouraged to do some pretty twisted things to their piñatas in order to make extra cash. I mean, these are living creatures you’re sending out to get smashed at parties, after all.

Unfortunately, though, Viva Piñata didn’t see anywhere near the amount of success Microsoft was really hoping for. Despite getting that cartoon made, and spending quite a bit on marketing (I remember there being a line of Kid’s Meal toys at one fast food chain), the game struggled to find a solid foothold in the market. It sold well enough, around 500,000 copies a year after its launch, but nowhere near Pokemon’s multimillion figures.

Truthfully, it didn’t mesh well with the Xbox’s primary demographic, which were teenagers and adults who bought the console for online shooters like Halo. The children who did buy it weren’t much better off, since, while bright and welcoming on the outside, Viva Piñata has some unnecessarily strict and complex mechanics and requirements for progression that children would likely be unable to micromanage and organize. Game progression can be pretty simple, but if you’re looking to tame all the piñatas or generate a steady stream of revenue, be ready to open the in-game encyclopedia multiple times. Several piñatas have wickedly complex requirements in order to be tamed or breed.

Viva Piñata would get a sequel two years later, a truncated DS ‘port,’ and a party game spinoff, but would seem to fade away from the public’s – and Microsoft’s – consciousness soon after. It’s a real shame, if you ask me, since it’s clear that like so many of Rare’s other games a real level of care and attention to detail has been put into these games that elevates them a bit higher than other ‘Pokemon Clones.’ Hell, with how different Viva Piñata’s gameplay is, I don’t think it may even be fair to call it a Pokemon Clone, it stands well enough on its own as a unique experience.

To give this forgotten game some fresh attention, I wanted to go ahead and share some of the piñatas which I enjoy the most or find to be quite noteworthy. There are about 60 different species in total, so I can’t cover every single one of them, but hopefully this selection should still do them some justice.

Mousemallow

“My crazy grandmother always said: 1. Mousemallows are never bigger than the gap under the pantry door, 2. never fall for the "blind" routine, and 3. never trust a Mousemallow wearing pants!”

Starting with a simple one, Mousemallow is Viva Piñata’s resident cute tiny rodent. The huge paper or cardboard discs are a clever way to give it big, comical ears, and the darker coloring around its eyes gives it a cute bandit mask look. Purple is a nice palette for it, but each piñata comes with 3 alternate palettes for you to customize them with as well, Mousemallow has one that’s solid yellow that occurs whenever it eats cheese.

Each piñata species also comes with a unique home building you can place in your garden (which isn’t necessary to keep them around, but is if you want them to breed). Mousemallow’s is a large grandfather clock, which is quite clever given the Hickory Dickory Dock nursery rhyme. The additional mouse-shaped wood carvings are a nice touch too.

Buzzlegum

“Why do Buzzlegums make honey? I think it's a bribe so we'll be their friends. I mean, without the delicious, sweet honey, you're left with nothing more than a fat wasp.”

I don’t think you can get much dopier than this bee. This thing looks like it’s barely had a coherent thought in its life. Buzzlegums don’t have to just sit around and look stupid all day, though, you can build a bee box in your garden to make the Buzzlegum produce honey for some extra profit. If you make it wear its own beekeeper’s hat, it can even do the whole process automatically.

Candary

“Not only is the Candary small and yellow, but it can "detect" poison gas in mines. Not only pretty but practical too.”

The Candary’s description makes note of the poor bird’s tendency to be used to check for toxic fumes in mineshafts, something Rare already poked fun at in Banjo-Tooie with the character Canary Mary. Candaries don’t have it any easier, since you can build your own mineshaft in your garden for extra cash generation too. While you could hire some miners to dig out rocks for you, you could also buy a gas mask for your Candary and send it into the mines by itself instead. Remember when people half-jokingly (or even seriously) would question the ethics of Pokemon catching and battling? Well, the world of Viva Piñata has no qualms using these colorful candy-filled animals for hard manual labor. In fact, it’s even more efficient to have a Candary work in the mines since you don’t have to pay it salary. Now that’s economic!

Sherbat

“When Piñatas were just evolving, what would become the Sherbat was developing a taste for extreme sports. For a time, it looked like street-pizza extinction. Then one morning, that strange creature with the sagging armpits became a Sherbat legend!”

...what?

The Sherbat is kind of disappointing, since it looks more like a cartoon exaggeration of a rabbit more than it does a bat. It is pretty amusing, though, seeing it flap those tiny wings as it flutters around your garden.

Actually, the Sherbat first comes in a Sour variant when spotted in the wild. Sour Piñatas are usually nuisances to your garden, causing a variety of problems either for your plants or current residents. The Sour Sherbat specifically will ‘drain’ your piñatas as if it were a vampire, causing them to fall ill. Once one Sour Piñata of a given species has been tamed though, all future wild piñatas of that species will be normal and harmless. It’s a shame though, in the case of the Sherbat, since the Sour variant is so much better looking than its normal design. I love the oversized wings and tiny body, and the sinister little eyes and fangs are a great touch too. You could theoretically keep a Sour Piñata in your garden if you wanted, but it would just cause annoyances until you either tame it or smash it into candy.

Sherbat homes are at least excellently designed. I really enjoy the exaggerated and uneven shapes of the gothic fence and tower, and the glowing green lantern is a great cherry on top.

Arocknid

“This eight-legged Piñata is perfect for any birthday party that takes place on October 31st, but it's not always the most popular Piñata on the block. There's a reason some folks can't wait to whack it with a stick, and it's not just the candy inside!”

I’m happy to see a spider piñata is a part of this catalog, and even happier to see it has a full eight legs and multiple pairs of eyes. The description also shines some light on the fact that, despite being alive, these piñatas are still filled with candy and smashed at parties without remorse, which you can even send your own piñatas to for some cash. They always return unharmed, though, so you needn’t worry about their well-being. Physically, at least.

Arocknids are also predatory, they are based on spiders after all. Taming one means that you have to let it eat two of your Taffly or Raisant piñatas. It’s not hard to do that, since you can attract two piñatas of one type from the wild, but what the game doesn’t tell you is that you actually need 4 of either piñata in your garden to get the Arocknid to actually visit. As I said previously, you can’t attract that many of one species from the wild, so you’ve either got to buy more from a piñata hunter or start breeding them.

Also, one of Arocknid’s alternate palettes give it an orange body and purple legs, gained by eating – what else – a Jack-o-Lantern. Succeeding where Pokemon failed, I see.

Reddhott

“Imagine scorching the furniture when you sit on it. Imagine having to move every few seconds because if you don't, the ground underneath you sets alight. What kind of life is that? Who is responsible for this?”

The Reddhott’s description shows how this game is still chock full of Rare’s signature sarcastic writing style, and acknowledges how twisted it is for you to go and make one these things. Unlike another piñatas, Reddhotts can’t be found in the wild, and instead must be evolved from pre-existing ones. By setting a normal Taffly piñata on fire, then quickly dousing it, you can get a Reddhott, the piñata version of a firefly. Kind of. It sells for quite a bit of money, and Tafflies are easy to come by, so you could get a bunch of them and turn them into Reddhotts for a quick profit. Y’know, if you were a demented pyromaniac or something.

Pudgeon

“All Pudgeons are filled with state-of-the-art GPS tracking systems. So, like a feathery boomerang, they always come back. Take them on holiday, load them up with duty-free and avoid hassle with the customs.”

This thing perfectly captures just about everything about Pigeons. The incredibly tiny eye is what seals the deal, though, I think. Just like the Buzzlegum, it looks appropriately dopey and thoughtless like the real thing.

Bizarrely, one of the requirements a Pudgeon needs to meet before it can breed is that it need’s to be wearing a Reporter’s Camera accessory. That’s a feature too, that you can dress up your piñatas in little knick-knacks and clothing accessories. Why a pigeon needs to wear a camera in order to procreate is beyond me, though.

The Pudgeon’s home is a statue of the game’s main antagonist, Professor Pester, only splattered with… some kind of white substance. You never see piñatas defecate during gameplay, so it’s a mystery where those droppings come from. Especially since you buy the statue already in that state.

Cluckles

“Right from the beginning, scrambled, boiled, or fried; then there's the cute fluffy bit (ahhh); then we dive right back into roast, boiled or fried. How can there be any left?”

Cluckles is quite the cute chicken piñata, I really enjoy how round and simplified its body is, and the nice palette of red, orange, and green it’s got make a good mesh of colors. It looks like one of the most believable piñatas of the bunch, for what that’s worth. Cluckles is also quite a useful utility piñata too, since it’ll help speed up the hatching any eggs in your garden, helpful if you’re trying to get awards for breeding a piñata type multiple times.

Profitamole

“All that time spent underground has deteriorated the Profitamole's eyes so they can barely see. This has probably saved the species because, let's face it, Profitamoles don't look too hot.”

I don’t know what that description is talking about, Profitamoles are positively ADORABLE. Look at how small and fluffy this thing is. It’s just a nugget of fuzzy piñata paper. I guess the problem might be the fact that it looks like it’s got red eyes? But that’s just rings around the outside of the eyes, otherwise it’s got a normal set of peepers. Profitamoles are helpful too, they’ll eat up and big clumps of dirt that happen to appear in your garden, either from improper mine usage or enemy Ruffians invading your turf.

Profitamoles come in Sour variants too, and while they certainly aren’t cute anymore, they are quite cool with their huge mouths and gnarly, jagged teeth.

Newtgat

“Ever wanted a Jameleon but found out they were too expensive? Your old Lickatoad is looking tired and out-of-date? Get a Newtgat-functions like a Lickatoad but with all that expensive Jameleon styling that you love.”

Called a newt, but more clearly resembling an axolotl, Newtgats are incredibly cute amphibious piñatas. Yeah, amphibious, because despite being made of paper-mâché these things can swim around in water with no consequence whatsoever. Maybe due to the axolotl’s predatory nature, but if you have both a Newtgat and a frog-like Lickatoad in your garden, the two will constantly quarrel and start fights with the other. These ammphibians don’t get along, it seems.

The Newtgat is pretty simple in gameplay, but can be fed a chili pepper to evolve into a Salamango, quite clever since axolotls themselves are just larval salamanders which never fully mature.

The Salamango’s cool and all, and has a neat fire theme going on, but I’d keep a Newtgat just the way it was, though. Is this how people feel about Wooper in opposition to Quagsire? I guess it makes more sense now.

Twingersnap

“When it comes to improving something, it's obvious that two is twice as good as one. This is the next step in Syrupent evolution. But they aren't just two heads - the left head is touch sensitive too!”

An evolution of sorts from the basic snake piñatas, Twingersnaps are based on real world mutations found in snakes that create two heads between them, only Twingersnap is a snake with two heads at each end rather than a fork. The method of getting a Twingersnap is a bit morbid, since instead of evolving a current Syrupent into becoming one, you have to deliberately smash a Syrupent egg right before it would’ve hatched in order to get one. You’ve ruined his thing’s birth and given it an unnatural mutation. Things don’t just stop there, though, because there’s also…

Fourheads

“Imagine the intellectual power! Four brains working in unison! A pity that someone skimped on the limbs, or this creature could have been revolutionary.”

Doing the same thing and smashing a Twingersnap egg will get you a Fourheads piñata, now resembling a hydra more than the average mutated snake. It even spits up argonaut helmets when attacking. Every piñata has a different object it uses when attacking, but none felt especially noteworthy until now. It’s a wonder that Fourheads is still able to breed and make eggs of its new species, considering it’s a mutation of a mutation. The wonders of piñata biology!

Doenut

“This animal is fast and flighty, not the sort of animal that you'd expect to get caught and eaten. Unfortunately, the horns on its head pick up T.V. signals and transmit them straight to its brain, a lethal distraction.”

A tamer example, the Doenut is a charmingly bright and colorful deer piñata. What’s most noteworthy about Doenut though, is what their house looks like.

For whatever reason, the Doenut’s home is a disco club, with a dancing deer neon sign. Sure, alright. Whatever makes these piñatas happiest I guess.

Macaraccoon

"The Macaraccoon is just naturally sneaky. You can trust it to behave now, but its twitchy movement doesn't inspire confidence."

Another big softie, the Macaraccoon gets the important charms of real raccoons down into a little candy-filled package. It even can upchuck Romance Candy once tamed - special food that helps piñatas breed faster if their specific requirements have already been met once before. The only downside about Macaracoons are that the game's aversion to use blacks or greys for piñatas' primary colors means that the Macaraccoon can't be a sleek monochrome, but it isn't a huge loss. The big mouth is pretty cute, it gives the Macaracoon a muppety look, almost.

Macaraccoons also come in Sour forms initially, featuring a huge rectangular shaped set of chompers they use to snack on any eggs you may have lying around. Dastardly for sure, but that red and black palette and set of oversized triangle teeth strike my fancy enough to maybe slip an egg or two its way. Hypothetically.

The Macaraccoon can be an utter pain to try and tame though, since it requires you to have 5 Master Romancer awards, only achieved once you’ve bred a piñata type at least 5 times (and keeping each child - it won’t count if you don’t have 7 members of a species in your garden at the same time).

Crowla

"When you see the Crowla, think less "dark, sinister, grave robber" and think more "garbage collector." It may stop that shiver tickling your spine."

Despite being a harmless, tamed piñata like all the others in your garden, Crowlas still has quite the mischevious grin of a ne'er-do-well that gives it a good splash of character that I like so much in my darkly-colored critter designs. Like Pokemon's own Murkrow, Crowlas has a jagged beak, nefarious-type expression, and charmingly gloomy palette. Crowlas also first appear in your garden as Sour Piñatas, but actually keep some traits from their eviller origins, namely the jagged underside of their beak. It might be my favorite of the whole bunch, honestly. Look at how devious it looks!

Sour Crowlas are much more wicked designs, thanks not only to the red and black palette, and the twisted curls of its patterns, but also the even more jagged shape of its beak, resembling a broken eggshell. I really like how most of the thing's body is dedicated to its mouth, it feels like some exaggerated enemy from another game. Sour Crowlas are quite dangerous since they'll kill sick piñatas before they can recover. Very morbid indeed!

Cocodile

"After some soothing, the Cocoadile's lethal snout becomes home to nature's widest grin."

Speaking of things that are almost entirely mouths, the Cocodile! This big gator's mouth is nearly twice the size of its own body, and its even got a bunch of rounded-down snaggletooths to boot just to make it even dopier and goofy looking. Cocodiles are actually pretty big in-game, but are entirely harmless like other tamed piñatas. In fact, Cocodiles have a utility feature, since they can be directed to water plants with their tears. Y'know, like crocodile tears, get it? I thought it was a bit clever.

There are Sour Cocodiles too, and I really like the contrast that they've got a big underbite in comparison to the normal Cocodile's overbite. That's a very imposing set of teeth, too. I've got to wonder what they're filling these piñatas with that isn't candy. Sour Cocodiles are quite a nuisance since they'll scare off any visiting NPCs in your garden, but who can blame them really?

Pigxie

"There is something very, very wrong here. I think this is a lesson in right and wrong for us all. That nagging voice in your head sometimes gets it right!"

The Pigxie isn't a natural piñata, and is instead a unique species created when you successfully get a pig-like Rashberry and a swan-like Swanana. Players hoping to receive a cool winged pig piñata will be sorely disappointed when this more realistically portrayed mutant hatches from the egg. The picture doesn't portray it well, but Pigxies are very asymmetrical and lopsided, leaning to one side at all times since their left seems to be lower down in their anatomy than the right. The left wing is smaller than the right, and its mouth even seems to be at a diagonal angle rather than the position it ought to be. Even worse, any tamed Rashberries or Swananas in your garden will try picking fights with Pigxies, as if deeply frightened and disgusted by the poor thing.

Surprisingly enough, like the Fourheads before it, Pigxies are actually capable of breeding still, but maybe it's better if you don't make that happen. One feature that I haven’t mentioned yet is that piñatas can come in ‘wild cards,’ meaning that a normal piñata will have some kind of additional feature on its body like spikes or tufts of fur. To get one means that you have to breed two piñatas while at least 6 members of that species are currently in your garden. I bring this up because these wild cards are effectively genetic mutations, unique traits and bodily growths which don’t carry down to future offspring. With enough dedication, you could. if you wanted, create a Pigxie with even more mutations. One of which includes a single, curled tusk, blocking most of its lopsided mouth.

Dragonache

"The ground shakes as it moves, the trees quiver when it roars, its breath can scorch the earth. Truly incredible and utterly terrible, and all the more desirable for it."

The final species in the original game, the Dragonache is a hidden piñata that can't be found in the wild and instead must be discovered and raised through various complex means. If players have a mine in their garden and have used it often enough, a Dragonache egg may be unearthed in it. The egg must then be hatched by a Cluckles, and then the Dragonache baby must be fed a set of five items and other piñatas before fully maturing into an adult. None of this is explained clearly in-game, but unlike some of the other strict requiremetns for taming or breeding other piñatas I think this is alright since the Dragonache is meant to be a hidden reward to experienced players.

And it certianly is quite the reward! I really appreciate how the Dragonache isn't just a typical lizard-like dragon made into a piñata, but is isntead some weird conglomeration of a creature with 4 eyes, 4 wings, 8 legs, and a spiky mane of frills. What with the various intricate and colorful patterns all over its body too, the Dragonache certianly feels like an ultra-strong mythical beast of all piñatas. The presence of a Dragonache alone will also prevent Sour Piñatas from entering your garden again, regardless if you've tamed them or not, which is a nice touch as well.

That about does it for the piñatas I wanted to cover from the first game. If any of these interested you, or if you were disappointed that your preferred animal didn't have a piñata counterpart, don't fret, as this is only a decent selection of the full game's roster. I'd say try looking into the game's catalog if you're interested in more, but sadly Viva Piñata has much less documentation online than it ought to have. Though, that's not all! As I said earlier, Viva Piñata did end up getting a sequel a couple years after its release, which added even more piñata species, and new environments to boot. I'll cover my favorite additions from that game as well, so stick around if you want to see more paper-mâché foolishness.

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