#this batch's my fav so far

[jewishcissiekj]

Assorted Star Wars characters + assorted headlines I found 3 Parts 1, 2

#sw headlines #this batch's my fav so far #not much legends but idk there is some stuff #and my thr brainrot is showing #sw #star wars #reva sevander #obi wan kenobi series #asajj ventress #young jedi adventures #star wars memes #kai brightstar #lys solay #nubs #nash durango #mace windu #shatterpoint #boba fett #din djarin #bo-katan kryze #the mandalorian #juahir #arihnda pryce #keeve trennis #the high republic #the nihil #marchion ro #star wars rebels #alexsandr kallus #lina soh

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I kind of hope tech stays dead (probably bc of the silm fandom tragedy/angst instincts lol) but honestly it's star wars so he probably just got dumped in the pile of "characters to be resurrected if they seem like they could sell another movie" a la maul/boba/etc

#not art #tbb #the bad batch #tbb tech #redbean talks #these people are all far too alive for my artistic specialties haha #it's either happy (but bittersweet bc we know what's going to happen) (valinor years) #alive miserable and grieving (early-mid first age) #or very dead and haunting the last survivor (maglor) #some of you die already so i can draw omega mourning the batch in the ruins of a burnt out pabu!! #i dont know how to draw a happy reunion!! go die heroically or live tragically!! #go reflect on the jagged edges of tech's absence! how crosshair doesnt fit quite right even after returning; #how the once-unwavering trust that led them to victory was shattered when crosshair first left! #how echo doesn't fully fit into either rex's new rebellion or the batch's new life! he dwells now among the ghosts of ages past #(though on a smaller timescale than most who suffer such tragedy haha) #how the peaceful bubble of pabu has been broken and the batch has been left to drift in the wreckage #and how omegas cheerful innocence has matured same as all the other clones #trained for war and sacrifice and an eventual death for a greater cause #go do an Emotion in canon so i can expand on it! #sorry i've probably been marinating in the silm for too long lol #guess this just happens when your fav part is the fall of gondolin

[mooshrems]

I AM GOIGN. INSANE

#BRO THE. BAD BATCH S2EP4 WAS SO FUN ????? #DUDE TECH 😭😭😭😭 I LOVE HIM SO MUCH I WAS YELLING SO MUCH #MY FAV EPISODE SO FAR THIS TOPS EP2 !!!!!

[soaringthroughthegalaxy]

hi!! just read both of your wrecker works and rineicbeijcwjkdjs LOVED THEM!! wrecker’s my fav of tbb and i really feel like he needs more love😭 i'm gonna be checking out some of your other works later lol

anyways i saw that you were taking requests, so i went through your prompt list and saw two that caught my eye. they're 24. “You need to wake up because I can't do this without you.” and 18. “I almost lost you.”

i was wondering if you could write something with those prompts for wrecker please? like tbb + reader were able to rescue omega, crosshair, and tech (i am believer in tech surviving season 2 finale), but the reader got seriously injured during the rescue and is now in a coma. wrecker would be the one to say the prompts and it would be angsty like wrecker thinking the reader might die. but please let this end happily.

other than those details i trust your writing skills and process for anything! take your time writing, there's absolutely no rush!! and again your writing is soooo awesome!!😊😊

Well hello there!

I'm so glad you enjoyed those fics, and thank you for popping this request in - so sorry it's taken me so long to write it! I had a lot of fun with this one, and I hope it hits the spot 😁

I guess it's also technically canon divergent now S3 is out, haha 😅

Through the Darkness

No one said rescuing the rest of the Batch from Mount Tantiss would be easy - you just didn't expect it to go like this.

Pairing: Wrecker x F!reader

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: canon typical violence, reader in a coma for a bit, little bit of angst, but also dashes of hope, happily ever after.

Translations: sarad - flower

Hemlock has his hands on you, his blaster pressed to your temple. The sounds of fighting cease. Dead TK Troopers litter the floor. Wrecker and his siblings freeze, slowly lowering their weapons.

Your back is pressed to Hemlock’s chest, and there isn’t a clean shot at him.

“Anyone moves and your dear liaison will pay the price,” Hemlock states.

Rage flows through Wrecker. You were in danger, too far for him to grab and shield, and he had no idea what to do. He glances at his siblings – Omega curled against Hunter’s side with weariness painted on her face, Tech leaning heavily against Echo for support as his body protests the prolonged time standing. Crosshair had peeled off from the group earlier, searching for what or who none of them was sure. They were all back together again. A family again. He wasn’t about to let Hemlock take you from them.

Shakes start in your thighs, slowly creeping up your body until your arms and hands tremble, too. You’ve been in dangerous situations before, had your life threatened before - but you’re certain Hemlock would do it. The man is crazy and will stop at nothing to get his hands on your family. The sound of his verbal back and forth with Hunter is like white noise.

The slightest movement in the rafters above catches your attention, and your eyes dart up. Battered and bruised, Crosshair has found a vantage point and a rifle. Those hawkish eyes meet yours, and a silent conversation is shared. You do the maths. There’s only one way out of this. Thank the Maker you still trust him, even after everything.

You give an almost imperceivable nod, knowing he’ll catch it. You flick your gaze to the others, taking one last look, just in case. Echo, who’d joined you all near the end of the war and had so seamlessly slipped into the fold of your family. Tech, worse for wear after his fall on Eriadu, but with that same solid determination in his eyes. Hunter, the man who’d welcomed you into the squad all those years ago, listened when you shared your thoughts and didn’t make a fuss when you broke terrible news to them about the next mission. Omega, trying to hide her fear through bravery – so much for a young girl with such a pure heart to endure. And Wrecker, the imposing force of a man who’d always put himself between you and danger, who reached for you at every opportunity and consoled you when things had gotten too much – the man you’d quietly loved for some time.

With a shaky breath, you close your eyes, placing all your faith in Crosshair. The quiet sniper who’d at first sneered at you and flicked toothpicks in your face before he’d thawed out and helped perfect your aim, taught you how to use his rifle, and what to look out for when scouting.

The sound of his shot reverberates around the hanger, and milliseconds later, searing pain tears through your shoulder, pulling a piercing cry from your lips. Legs giving out, you crumple, welcoming the cold durasteel you hit.

You don’t know if they all made it out, but you pray they did.

Wrecker hasn’t moved in weeks, refusing to leave you alone. The memory of you being shot won’t leave him; the sound of your agony is stuck on repeat. You’d been in bacta for what felt like forever, the shiny skin on your shoulder a testament to its healing power, but it wasn’t enough to wake you from the coma you’d slipped into. Pabu’s only Doctor had insisted on removing you from the tank once your physical wounds had healed, transferring you to a standard medical bed.

Crosshair’s shot had torn through your shoulder, but the angle had been perfect. Wrecker hadn’t expected any less from his little brother. The bolt had exited you and entered Hemlock, hitting him straight in the chest. A kill shot. That hadn’t killed you. Or so Wrecker hoped. Even if you woke, your shoulder would likely ache for the rest of your life, and your arm would not be as strong as before.

The sound of the door opening pulls Wrecker’s gaze from your prone form and across the small room in Pabu’s clinic. Crosshair slides through the crack in the door, thin lips pressed together, brow pinched. He visits often, guilt in his eyes every time he looks you over. You might’ve okayed the shot, but it still tore at the sniper’s soul to have hurt you.

“Nothing?” Crosshair rasps, sticking close to the door as he glances between you and his brother. He’d never admit it, but fear was starting to settle in his gut. If you didn’t wake…

“Nothin’.” Wrecker confirms, shoulders slumped. “Been talkin’ to her. Doc said she might be able to hear us. Not that it’s doin’ much good.” He sighs, gaze shifting back to you. “Told her we all got out okay. That you and Tech and the kid are alright. Don’t want her worryin’.”  

Crosshair makes a slight noise, acknowledging his brother’s words as his gaze lingers on your prone form.

“You stayin’ a bit?” Wrecker asks, using one foot to push out the spare chair at his side – the rest of their siblings often visited, too.

Hesitating, Crosshair lets out a small sigh as he moves across the room, lowering himself silently into the chair. He hadn’t stayed before, preferring to flit in for any news before disappearing. It hurt too much to see you this way, knowing he’d caused it. That and he was still working through everything that had happened during his time with the Empire, trying to fix his relationships with his siblings. But Wrecker needed him, so he’d stay.

You’d always hated the dark.

The shadows surround you, pressing in from all sides. Yet amidst the inky darkness, you find yourself standing in a solitary spot of light, its glow offering a semblance of warmth amidst the chill of the void. The lights kept appearing, and you’d learned quickly that when a new one glistened on the horizon, you had to run for it before the light you were already standing in disappeared. 

You’d lost track of how many lights you’d chased so far. 

Each one varied in intensity – sometimes brilliant beacons, other times mere flickers barely piercing the gloom. Yet, regardless of their brightness, they all held a magnetic pull, drawing you forward with an unyielding force. And each time you reached one, a brief respite washed over you, a fleeting moment before the next journey into the unknown began.

Scanning the horizon, you spot another light starting to beckon, its faint glow a promise of safety. With a heavy heart, you know what you need to do.

Taking a deep breath, you burst into a sprint. Each step forward is a battle against the darkness, its tendrils reaching out like icy fingers, eager to drag you into its embrace. Goosebumps prickle your arms, heart pounding as fear gnaws at your insides, but a stubborn determination fuels your movements. You can’t afford to falter, to succumb to the darkness, not after everything.

Worry lingers at the edge of your consciousness, a constant reminder of uncertainty. What lay beyond the lights? Will you ever find your way back to the world you once knew? The questions taunt you, echoing in your mind relentlessly the longer you spend here.

Yet, a glimmer of hope remains amidst the fear and uncertainty. Though the darkness threatens to overwhelm you, there must be a reason for the light. There has to be something causing it. Blessing you with it. Giving you these small moments of respite and keeping you in one piece. 

You keep going. One foot in front of the other.

A shove yanks Wrecker out of sleep, and the big man jolts awake with a small yelp.

Crosshair snickers, leaning back in his seat, drawing his hand back towards his chest. “Sleeping on the job, vod.” He can’t help but jibe, his smirk melting into a frown at the sound of Wrecker’s stomach growling. “When’s the last time you ate?” He asks. He hadn’t wanted to wake him, seeing him finally getting some rest, but the sun was high in the sky now, and Crosshair knew it wouldn’t be long until Omega and Hunter swung by.

Blinking, Wrecker’s mind takes a moment to catch up with the fact he’s awake. “Urm, yesterday? Maybe?” He guesses, not really sure. The days were starting to blend together.

With a huff, Crosshair stands, long legs unfolding. “Will get you something. Can’t wither away before she wakes.” He mutters, grateful for the opportunity to leave and not have to sit any longer in silence with his feelings – he’d done enough of that for the day.

With a slight nod of appreciation, Wrecker watches as Crosshair heads out the door, hearing the gentle click of it shutting behind him. Hand wiping over his face, Wrecker shifts in the chair, stretching a little. But he can’t avoid the inevitable forever, and although it pains him, he looks you over for what feels like the millionth time. 

Despite his imposing stature, he feels powerless.

He hadn’t been able to protect you - the woman he loves. He’s loved you since the moment he first met you in the hanger of a Venator, as you’d been assigned to him and his brothers as their liaison. You’d offered them a smile that had rendered him speechless, and his booming laughter had then filled the hanger when you’d quipped back at Crosshair as he'd sneered about them not needing a babysitter.

You kept them on their toes and blended in so seamlessly with their chaotic lives.

Without an audience, Wrecker clears his throat, leaning forward in his seat to gently take your tiny hand in his much larger one. “I hope ya can hear me, sarad.” He starts, voice mellow. “Been a few weeks now since we got ’em back.” He’s not sure how much you’re aware of, if the passing of time is something you’re experiencing. “Cross was just here. Finally sat for a bit. Think he feels guilty.” Wrecker pauses, brows furrowing, face pinching. “I feel guilty. Should have protected ya, kept ya close.” Wrecker’s voice cracks a little, emotion seeping through. 

“We’re all here, though. Ain’t leavin’ ya, no matter what. Can’t wait for ya to wake up and tell us all how much trouble we’re in.” He chuckles softly, a hint of sadness in the sound. “Just...ya need to wake up ’cause I can’t do this without you.” He admits, a well of emotion pressing down on his chest.

Wrecker’s words hang heavy in the air, the weight of his emotions palpable even in the silence of the clinic. He wishes he could shake this feeling of helplessness and do more than just sit by your side, waiting for a sign of life. But for now, all he can offer is his unwavering presence and a steady stream of conversation, hoping against hope that somewhere within your subconscious, you can hear him.

Keep going. You need to keep going.

The darkness claws at you, desperate to slow you down and draw you into its embrace. But the light grows closer with every step you take, with every thud of your heart as you race forward. Amidst your footsteps echoing in the void is the faintest whisper of something familiar.

No.

Not something.

Someone.

“Wreck!” You cry out into the darkness, feet faltering for a second as you recognise the deep voice. The darkness tries to take advantage of your momentary hiccup, but with a yelp, you pick up your pace. The hope that lingers in your heart explodes. As you draw closer to the light, Wrecker’s voice comes into focus. “Ain’t leavin’ ya, no matter what.”

With renewed determination, you push yourself harder, every muscle in your body screaming for rest, but you refuse to give in. The light grows brighter, its warmth now palpable against your skin.

And then, just as you’re on the verge of stepping into the light, a sudden force knocks you off balance, sending you sprawling onto the cold, hard ground. Panic grips your chest as you scramble, desperate to continue your pursuit.

But the darkness has other plans, closing in around you like a suffocating blanket, obscuring the light. Amidst the coldness creeping through your body, you cling to the memory of Wrecker’s voice, a lifeline in the darkness.

Body straining, you crawl forward, ignoring the pain and exhaustion, determination burning bright within you. You don’t belong in the darkness. You belong in the light. With them. With him.

Straining, you reach out an arm, trembling fingers skimming the edge of the light as Wrecker’s voice comes through loud and clear. “…ya need to wake up ’cause I can’t do this without you.”

The darkness recoils. 

With a final surge of strength, you propel yourself forward, breaking free from the suffocating grip of the void. The light envelops you, wrapping you in its warm embrace as the shadows recede into the distance, getting further and further away. Relief floods through you, tears of joy mingling with sweat on your cheeks.

Head tilting back, you look up at the light, a bubble of laughter escaping as you bask in the glow. Eyes fluttering shut, you savour the moment. Yet this time, when you open your eyes, there’s no darkness or blinding light anymore. 

You blink. Once. Twice. The soft hum of medical equipment fills the air. And there, beside you, is Wrecker, head bowed, the weight of his hand wrapped around yours. 

Everything seems to freeze except the frantic thudding of your heart. “Wreck…” You whisper, your voice hoarse from disuse as you dare to hope you’re back. Really back. 

Wrecker’s head jolts up at the rasped sound of his name, his good eye widening as he meets your gaze, your name falling from his lips as his features crumple, a heaving sob of relief escaping him.

You slowly sit up, wincing at the ache that shoots through your shoulder. It’s still tender, but the pain is nothing compared to the overwhelming flood of emotions that wash over you at the sight of Wrecker’s tear-streaked face. 

You reach out, cupping his cheek in your hand, the warmth of his skin grounding you in reality. “I’m here.” You murmur softly, your voice barely above a whisper, unsure if you’re trying to convince yourself or him.

Wrecker’s grip tightens around your hand as if afraid you might slip away again if he lets go. He leans into your touch, his words catching in his throat momentarily before he stands, leaning over the bed to envelop you in an embrace, protective yet gentle, conscious of your shoulder. “You’re back.” He murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “Thought I almost lost ya.”

Weak but grateful, you return his embrace, feeling the warmth of his presence washing over you, grounding you in reality. A lump forms in your throat at the thought of him worrying about you, thinking he would lose you. “Not going anywhere, big guy.” You reassure him, sniffling as you try to keep a lid on your emotions. “The others?” You ask cautiously, dread curling in your gut. 

“All made it,” Wrecker confirms, arms slowly uncurling from around you as he sits back in his chair, hand scooping up yours so he can maintain some contact. 

Your dread is swept away and replaced immediately by relief; this time, you don’t bother holding back your sobs.

“No cryin’, pretty girl. Please.” Wrecker’s heart aches at the sight, his free hand moving to cup your face and wipe away the tears.

You smile through your tears, overwhelmed by the flood of emotions. Wrecker’s touch is like a lifeline. “Sorry.” You manage to choke out between sobs, trying to reign in your feelings. “Just...so relieved.”

Wrecker offers you a tender smile. “No need to apologise, sarad,” he murmurs softly, his voice filled with warmth and reassurance. A bolt of courage has him leaning forward to gently kiss your forehead.

As Wrecker’s lips meet your forehead, warmth seeps through you, chasing away the last remnants of the dark coldness. He pulls back a little, his gaze meeting yours, and the air feels electric. Without a word, you lean forward, closing the distance between you as your lips finally meet his in a soft, tentative kiss. 

And you realize that amidst the chaos and darkness, love has always been the guiding light, leading you back to where you belong.

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Under The Mistletoe

Fandom / Pairing: Attack On Titan / Eren x f!reader

Rating: SFW / Fluff

Genre/Theme: Friends to lovers; non-titan au

Content warning: fluff, teasing, language.

Summary: A series of unfortunate events that lead up to a memorable Christmas Eve at the Jaegers’ house with your close friends.

Author's Note: Hello, here’s a short fluffy friend to lovers one-shot with my fav 2D man. Merry Christmas! Thank you for reading <3

~ Eren’s Birdie

Song Dedication: Mistletoe by Justin Bieber

“Yo, you home?” you speak into your phone’s speaker without waiting for a greeting from his end.

“Yes…?” Eren answers.

“Busy?”

“Nope.”

“K. Come to my place.”

“Cool,” he cuts the call. You place your phone on the sofa before moving the mess, that would soon transform into your Christmas decorations, out of the way. As you clear the floor of all the stray pieces and tiny ornaments, you place the tiny chair near the tall tree in your living room while waiting for your best friend’s arrival.

You hear the doorbell ring about 15 minutes later and rush to open it. You greet Eren with a wide grin as you move to the side to let him in. He takes off his shoes near the door as he enters the living room.

“So, what do you need me for, madam?” He asks as he takes off his mufflers and scarf, tossing them on the sofa.

“Ouch… do you think so little of me to assume I only call you over when I need something from you?” you fake gasp.

“If you have to ask, you already know the answer dummy,” he pinches your nose before walking to the undecorated tree, deciphering the reason you’d called him over. “For this? You’re far better than I am at this arts and crafts shit.”

“Well, I cannot reach the top even with the tallest chair I own… call it the perks of being the taller friend, I’ll always think of you for such things,” you smile at him before blowing him a dramatic kiss.

“Sure,” he rolls his eyes as you lean down to the tree to start with the bottom half of the decorations. Eren sits next to you, playing with one of the tiny red stockings he picks up, “A friend in need is a friend indeed.”

“A best friend who makes cinnamon rolls cause she knows how much you love them is a friend indeed,” you try to imitate his voice, resulting in a terrible imitation.

His ears perk up at your comment nonetheless, completely ignoring the teasing tone and only focusing on what really matters.

“Did you really?!” he asks, excited like a puppy when he hears someone say ‘treat’. 

“Yes… There's still about 10 minutes left though. It’s in the oven,” you say as you point to the tree, “So you should probably hurry up.” 

“What a meanie!” he huffs as he fiddles with the ornaments, decorating them on the tree. You laugh as you begin working on the other side at a quicker pace than he does.

A few moments pass by before you hear his voice again, “This tree is so unnecessarily tall… You know, mum said you could just come to our house to celebrate the holidays when I told her you couldn’t go home because of work.”

“That’s so sweet of her… but I still wanted my apartment to look like it’s the holiday season. If I can’t go home this year, the least I can do is recreate some of the warmth and Christmas feels here.”

“Awww, is that why you called me? Cause I’m the star that lights up your whole world?” he says as he holds the golden ornament over his head.

“Not sure about my world but definitely my Christmas tree,” you tease as you check the time. You get up to walk to the kitchen as Eren fixes the chair closer to the tree.

“Only tolerating your bullshit for the rolls by the way…” you hear him complain behind you. You put the oven mitt on as you pull out the batch of fresh cinnamon rolls. You carefully place the pan on the counter, evenly pouring the sugar syrup over the buns.

Your body jerks involuntarily when you hear a loud shriek from the living room. Your heartbeat picks up pace erratically as you run out the kitchen to see what had happened. You find Eren lying on the floor, his right hand holding his left forearm tightly. He writhes in pain when he tries to move his left wrist.

“Ren, what happened?” you panic as you run to his side as you help him stand up. He doesn’t need to explain however – you see the chair with a broken leg lying next to the tree.

“Ugh– Careful,” he hisses as you try to help him straighten his wrist.

“I’m so sorry, I had no idea the chair would break… does it hurt a lot, I’m so so sorry Eren, if I knew I wouldn’t have asked–” your shaky voice breaks, tears welling up in your eyes.

“I’d rather have me fall from a broken chair than you,” he gives you half a smile but it’s so sincere that it makes you want to cry even more.

“Let me get the first-aid kit,” you sniffle but before you can rush to get the kit, Eren rests his right hand on your shoulder to get your attention.

“Get the car keys instead, I think I’m gonna need a little bit stronger than pain relief spray,” he says calmly. On the inside, he’s freaking out, but he doesn’t let it show since he did not want you to panic even further.

Your expressions distort to the point where it looks like you’re in more agony than the man who just fell from a chair. You nod frantically as you go to grab your keys before hurrying out the door to get him to a hospital.

~~~

“Sign it,” he says as he sees you walking into the hospital room where the nurse is fixing a cast around his forearm and wrist, “after all, the artist needs to sign their artwork.”

Eren shows little to no signs of discomfort and you wonder if he’s a psychopath or it’s simply the painkillers working. You open the water bottle before handing it to him as you give another apologetic look – the hundredth one in the last hour since the accident.

“I’m kidding! I’m all good!” He reassures you as he raises the arm up once the nurse is done fixing the cast.

“It’s better to rest for at least 6 weeks if you want to heal properly,” the nurse interjects plainly.

“That long? It’s just a hairline fracture right?” he asks her, confused.

“You still need proper rest Eren!” you scold him as you take his phone, the bag of medicines and water bottle in your hands, not wanting him to carry anything at all.

“I’m fine! This is nothing!” he chuckles, cupping your cheek with his free hand to reassure you. You bring your hand up to his, pulling it away before intertwining your fingers with his.

“Is that all?” you ask the nurse with concern and she nods. “Thank you,” you sigh as you lead Eren out the room.

“The bill?” he asks as you walk out the hallway.

“Paid it already,” you reply.

“I’ll pay you back later, yeah?”  he says as you get to the car.

“No, don’t. It’s my fault...” you murmur timidly as you drop his hand to open the door for him.

“Hey… it’s not. I love how much you care about me but please don’t worry so much,” he speaks, holding your hand once again, squeezing it gently.

“But I feel so bad,” you pout as you move your fingers lightly over his cast with your other hand before looking up at him with sadness in your eyes.

He headbutts you playfully, causing you to finally laugh as he says softly, “Give me all the cinnamon rolls and we’ll call it even.”

~~~

Eren wasn’t kidding about the cinnamon rolls – especially now that he had the golden ticket to get you to make as many as he wanted. Usually, you’d only make it occasionally or if he was upset with you after some silly argument and you wanted to suggest a truce temporarily.

So when you arrive at his place in the afternoon, with a container that doesn’t have any cinnamon rolls, 3 days later on Christmas eve, he acts like a bratty child who had been denied his favourite treat.

“Eren! This soup’s better for you. I’m not gonna let you binge on another whole batch of cinnamon rolls!” you speak sternly. 

“I don’t recall asking for healthy shit. My mood’s craving cinnamon rolls!” Eren slaps his right hand on the table exaggeratedly.

“I cannot believe how childish you’re being. Where’s your mum? She’ll support me…” you shake your head.

“Carla’s out shopping for presents. I’m afraid you’re going to have to deal with him on your own,” you hear a voice and turn your head to look at Eren’s father entering the house.

The crease on your forehead that had formed while talking to Eren melts away when you greet his father, “Mr. Jaeger, good afternoon.”

“Good afternoon. Is my son bothering you too much?” he asks and you see Eren turn red out of embarrassment.

“Not at all,” you chuckle, “There’s no tantrum of his that I can’t handle.”

“Good. I assume you’re staying for dinner, yes?” Grisha asks politely.

“Yes. So are Mikasa and Armin, they might arrive anytime soon,” you reply, the polite smile fixed on your face. 

“Great!” He nods before turning to scold his son, “Eren, don’t trouble the poor girl.” 

Eren shakes his head before his father excuses himself to get to his room, leaving the two of you alone again.

“Poor girl? You’re so creepily formal with my parents. They think you’re the model child and I'm the one who corrupts you… even after all these years!” he snorts.

“Well… I am innocent,” you bat your eyelashes at him, “You’re the devil here.”

He rolls his eyes at you before leaning forward and opening his mouth, motioning you to feed him the soup.

“Your right hand’s fine! Drink it yourself.”

“This is the least you can do,” he says with puppy eyes, waving his cast up in front of your face.

“Ugh… fineee,” you take the spoon, blowing on the hot soup gently before feeding it to him.

When Armin and Mikasa arrive about an hour later, Eren goes into heavy, exaggerated details while telling the two about how he got the injury. 

“... And then this one cried like a baby… more than I did,” he jokes, pointing your way.

“I was actually crying that my favourite chair of all time broke,” you shoot back dryly.

“Lies, you guys know she’s in denial about how much she loves me, right…? Anyway, the doc said it’ll be another 3 months at least before I’m healed completely.”

“What a drama queen, you’ll be fine in a month’s time!” you narrow your eyes at him.

“You guys bicker like an old married couple,” Armin notes and Mikasa nods in agreement. You’re pretty sure he’s teasing you too but he doesn’t follow it up with a laugh as if it's a serious statement, making you blush awkwardly as you try to avoid Eren’s gaze actively. 

Despite Eren constantly teasing you throughout the night, it’s a peaceful celebration nonetheless. When Grisha and Carla retire to their bedroom after wishing your group ‘a jolly Christmas’ shortly after midnight strikes, the four of you gather around in the living room to exchange your secret santa gifts.

When you get a new set of oven mitts, a mini speaker and a perfume you’d been waiting to be restocked since forever with a note that read ‘Couldn’t decide which one was the best option so consider yourself lucky to get a genie like myself’, you jump up to give Eren a big hug while being careful not to bump into his wrist.

“Was it that obvious?’ he laughs.

“We never could’ve figured out the perfume one,” Mikasa giggles. Your eyes meet Eren’s and you feel your heart skip a beat as you eyes stray to his plump lips for a split second – brushing away the very inappropriate thought you just had about your best friend.

You quickly move away as you change the topic and get Mikasa and Armin to open their gifts. It’s obvious they got each other based on the gifts they'd received.

Eren is the last to open his mystery present. You feel nervous, suddenly second-guessing your entire decision. However, it dissolves just as soon as it arrives when you see Eren’s jaw drop at your gift.

“Holy shit! This might as well be the best gift I’ve received in a while,” his eyes gleam at the signed manga copy by his favourite mangaka Hajime Isayama. 

“It better be! Took a lot of eff–” you smack your hand over your mouth mid-sentence at spoiling your own identity as his secret santa.

He smiles softly, hugging you as he teases, “Thanks Sherlock, it would’ve been so hard to figure out who it was!”

“Oh wait a min–,” you look around the sofa to find the other package you’d gotten him. You leave his side to get the tiny gift, handing it to him with a playful grin. He raises an eyebrow at you as he unwraps it. He lets out a chuckle when he pulls out the tiny cinnamon roll crochet plushie and bursts out laughing when he reads your note with it – ‘This should last you a long time, stop asking me for another batch already!’ 

“Never,” he wraps his arms around you, pulling you in tighter as you stumble in place, feeling the vibrations of his torso caused by his laughter. He gives you a quick peck on the top of your ear before letting go, your skin tingling with warmth at the gesture.

“Oh! Before I forget… mum knitted sweaters for all of you guys,” Eren grins proudly. All three of you basically pounce on Eren excitedly when he returns with the sweaters in one hand.

He hands you yours the last and it's your favourite colour. “Told mum to use that specifically,” he confesses, half-whispering so that only you can hear him. 

You bite your lip and lower your head to keep yourself from smiling too hard. It's moments like these that have you feeling as if the platonic line in your friendship gets tangled with the romantic one.

Eren Jaeger could bully you to death, within his rights as your best friend, but then he'll randomly do something so sweet that it makes you awfully aware of the growing crush you have on him.

“Thank you,” you smile when you look up and your eyes meet. Eren believes that this smile could be the only thing to melt him if he were a block of ice. 

At that moment, he wants nothing more than to squeeze your stupid face and kiss you to his heart's content. He feels a pang in his chest – the intense desire of his crush on you fighting against the rational part of his brain not wanting to spoil your friendship.

When you suggest watching a random Christmas movie, everyone cuddles together on the sofa like birds do on a cold morning. You don't remember most of it since you fall asleep halfway through the first movie itself. Since you fell asleep with your head on Eren's lap, he didn't dare move till the morning – he gladly accepted his fate as your pillow. 

Maybe it was something in the air urging him to do something but when he saw the way you peacefully rested on him, he felt an intense need of wanting to protect and cherish you forever. Right there, he made his decision – he was going to confess his feelings to you. His love deserved a fair shot. Besides, he figured he'd simply call it a joke and move on if things didn't go his way.

~~~

Your slumber breaks when you hear soft whispers calling out your name. You feel the shuffling movement of your head being lifted up before being placed back down on a soft surface.

“Hmm?” You speak groggily as you sit up, rubbing your eyes as you sense Eren walking away. You check your phone and it’s just quarter to 5 in the morning. You're about to go back to sleep when you hear his voice again, along with footsteps pacing around from one end of the hallway to the other.

“Come here,” you hear Eren’s voice beckoning you from the passage leading up to his room. You want to go back to sleep but get up despite it when you remember he has a broken wrist and might need your help with something. You quietly tip-top to follow his voice, not wanting to wake up your other two friends who are splayed over the sofa, still deep asleep.

“Hey, what's up?” You speak softly when you look around in the dim light of his room to find him. You turn around when you hear the door close behind you.

“Merry Christmas,” Eren grins, standing just a foot away from you, holding a badly plucked green branch tied with a red ribbon over your heads with his free hand. 

“Merry Christmas– what's that?” you mumble as your eyes fix on his hand to observe it closely. It's a Mistletoe – your eyebrows furrow as you look down to his face, expecting an explanation to be written over it.

You feel your heartbeat picking up its pace against your chest. You know what this means yet you can’t believe it entirely. You don't want to make a fool out of yourself by assuming something only for it to be one of his stupid pranks.

You think he's about to headbutt you like he usually does, but he catches you by surprise when he simply rests his forehead against yours.

“You know what this means?” he breathes as he brings his hand down to hold the mistletoe in the space between your bodies. 

This is it! He's asking you to kiss him!!!

Still wanting to play it safe, despite his blatant hints, you nod your head as you speak, “This means I give you a bone-crushing hug.”

His eyes narrow at you as he pulls back, “No… what a chicken. Kiss me.”

Your heart flutters, yet you try to play it cool and tease him further, “What a baby.”

You wrap your hand around his neck to pull his face down to your level. He obliges and you place two fingers to his chin to turn his face to the side. You lean in to kiss him on his left cheek. 

He lets out a soft chuckle as he imitates you, kissing you on your left cheek in return. You giggle as you give him another peck on his right cheek next, resulting in him repeating you once again.

Then comes the forehead and you have to stand on your toes to do it. He leans down to kiss your forehead, you're pretty sure he was about to joke about it but he doesn’t break the intensity of the moment.

Your heart feels like it's almost about to burst out of your chest when you kiss the tip of his nose, followed by his chin, giggling nervously.

You close your eyes in anticipation, expecting the touch of his lips on the same spots on your face but it never arrives. Instead, your breathing halts abruptly when you feel his lips land on your lips.

You pull back quickly and open your eyes to scan his face for any signs of mischief. Instead you’re met with the softest expression, displaying nothing but a kind adoration for you. He brings your hand up to place it on his cheek, smiling at you, encouraging you to dare. 

Without wasting another second, you cup his face with both your hands as you pull him down for a kiss. He smiles into the kiss and you close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of his soft lips moving against yours.

Your legs feel giddy and your thoughts feel intoxicated by Eren’s sweet caresses. His free hand is wrapped around your waist firmly and even as you kiss him, you’re cautious about his cast, trying not to accidentally touch his left arm.

You pull away from his touch hastily when you hear the doorknob twist. You both stand next to each other, staring at Armin with a half-perplexed and half-embarrassed look on your face.

“I can’t seem to fi– oh,” he stops when he looks at both of your faces, his half-lidded sleepy eyes suddenly alert. Armin has always been a smart guy – which right about now is making you and Eren look like two deers caught in headlights. 

Armin raises his eyebrows, the grin on his face growing wider. “Don’t forget to lock the door,” he mumbles as he simply turns back around before closing the door behind him, leaving you and Eren alone once again.

Eren’s quick to lock the door before turning around to lean against it, signalling you to come closer with the motion of his fingers. You roll your eyes but follow him regardless, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your face on his chest. 

Your hand moves to his pec, feeling around for his heartbeat before resting it there completely. You close your eyes and you soak into the warmth of his body as your best friend/lover places soft kisses on the top of your head. 

Your heart flutters again, filled with happiness to the brim, making you wish you could trap time in a bottle to seal this moment with you forever.

~fin~

#erensbirdie #aot x reader #eren x reader #eren yeager x reader #aot x you #aot smut #aot #eren yeager #eren jaeger

[dystopicjumpsuit]

Stars Beyond Number - Chapter 10

Shape Without Form

Rating: T (rating varies by chapter; mature content will be tagged; regardless of rating, minors DNI)

Pairings: Echo x Riyo Chuchi; Gregor x OFC Cerra Kilian

Wordcount: 2.8k

Warnings and tags: fluff; implications of stimulant use as a coping mechanism; Echo ships it; Riyo would jump that cyborg's bones right TF now if he would stop moving long enough

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Summary: Echo makes several discoveries.

A/N: This story shares continuity with Martyrs and Kings and "Do It Again," but all three fics can be read as stand-alones.

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Shape without form, shade without colour,

Paralysed force, gesture without motion

—T. S. Eliot, “The Hollow Men”

ur-fav-cyborg: The king is in the castle.

Riyo stared at the message, trying to decrypt what in the gods’ green galaxy Echo was trying to say. Then it hit her. King—Rex—of course. Smiling, she typed a response.

cerulean-senator: You know, this is an encrypted channel. You don’t need to speak in code.

The response came immediately.

ur-fav-cyborg: Can’t be too careful. Encryptions can be sliced. I would know.

cerulean-senator: Fair enough. How did the royal excursion go?

ur-fav-cyborg: He’s holding court now. Care to join? I can start a holocall.

Riyo frowned. Somehow, calling in seemed intrusive in a way that simply being physically  present did not.

cerulean-senator: I’ll sit this one out, but I’m looking forward to a full report afterwards. Will you have time to comm me tonight?

ur-fav-cyborg: For you, always.

She smiled, feeling a warm glow rise to her cheeks. Maybe she was being foolish. She’d only met Echo a few times, but there was something about his gentle eyes and quiet demeanor that drew her to him. Beyond that, she admired his bravery and selflessness; after all, he had had the opportunity to walk away from the fight and start a new life with Omega and the rest of the Batch. Instead, he’d chosen to stay with Rex and save as many brothers as he could.

His dedication to his brothers reminded her of Fox, and once again, she found herself grappling with the thorny question that had plagued her since her first immediate attraction to Echo. How could she move on so quickly? It had only been a little over a year since she had lost Fox—a year of silent grief and misery which she was forced to hide from the galaxy. Meeting Echo had felt like glimpsing the sunlight after months of darkness. Would Fox have wanted her to continue on in that shadow realm? 

No. 

The knowledge was so certain, it was as though he was in the room with her, speaking the word aloud. Fox had cared deeply about her. He would never have expected her to spend her entire life mourning him. He would want her to find happiness. 

She could envision finding that happiness with Echo. The temptation to spend more time with him, to be alone with him, was overwhelming. She wanted to know everything about him: what was his favorite food? His favorite color? Did he prefer showers or baths? Tookas or massifs? Had he ever been to Pantora? What was his favorite holonovel? Did he even like holonovels? What was it like to raise a young child? Would he ever want children of his own? Just how far up did those prosthetic legs go? Was he even interested in a physical relationship, for that matter?

She had so many questions, and she couldn’t wait to find out the answers.

Cerra refueled the freighter and restocked its supplies of rations and gear while Gregor and Fireball loaded it with their preferred weapons and ammunition. The ship’s medkit had fortunately not been used much, but she refilled its dwindling supply of stims. By the time they were finished, Rex had long since disappeared into the barracks, and Echo offered to take first watch, thank the kriffing Maker. Cerra had been running on nothing but caf, stims, and stubbornness for the past three days, and her eyes burned with exhaustion. She hadn’t wanted to go back to sleep after her unsettling dream, so she had simply worked through the nights, but now she couldn’t put it off any longer.

“Wake me up for second watch,” she told Echo as she headed to the barracks. Fireball and Gregor needed to rest up for their mission, and there was no way any of the team would consider waking Rex.

She changed quickly into one of Fives’s old black tops and a pair of baggy sweatpants that may or may not have belonged to her, then she moved quietly to Gregor’s bunk.

“Can I sleep with you tonight?” she whispered.

He didn’t reply, but he scooted back against the wall to make room for her and stretched his arm out for her to use as a pillow. She crawled under the blankets and snuggled close to him, burying her face against his chest as he wrapped her securely in his arms.

“You’re the best,” she sighed.

He kissed her forehead, and she passed out instantaneously. She felt like she’d barely closed her eyes when Echo nudged her awake. If she had dreamt at all, she didn’t remember it. Gregor was sprawled halfway over her, snoring softly. She extricated herself from his embrace carefully, wiggling free of his arms before slipping her leg out from beneath his thigh. He slept through it all, dead to the galaxy.

In the dim light of the barracks, Echo watched her maneuvers with an amused smile. She shrugged, and he shook his head, crossing to his own bunk. She crept out of the barracks and closed the door silently behind her.

The watch was uneventful. She passed the time by taking inventory of their supplies again, starting a list of items to barter, scavenge, or steal. They were going to need a better ship for Balmorra; that much was certain. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to start putting out feelers among her contacts, though it would be helpful to know exactly what the plan was before she committed to a deal. 

They were also running low on caf beans, which frankly constituted an emergency. She would need to schedule time to make a grocery run with Gregor soon. He had insisted on accompanying her every time she bought food ever since the incident months previously that she had begun to think of as The Great Ration Bar Debacle. According to Gregor, she had the palate of a philistine and a child, and she was not to be trusted to make intelligent choices regarding foodstuffs. Takeout: yes. Groceries: no. Besides, since Gregor did all the cooking, he was the only one who knew what ingredients to buy.

Gregor and Fireball were up before dawn, not that it mattered on Level 1313. The sunlight never reached this deep in Coruscant’s underbelly. Cerra had their caf ready to go in travel mugs, as usual, and she walked with them out to the freighter.

“Be safe,” she said. “And keep an eye on the kid.”

“You do know I’m a battle-hardened veteran,” Fireball pointed out.

“I know,” Cerra said. “That’s why I want you to keep an eye on him.”

Gregor giggled and pulled her into a headlock, rubbing his knuckles vigorously into the top of her head.

“Unhand me, miscreant,” she grunted, flailing her arms to try to break away.

He let her go, then pulled her into a hug. His bulky armor was uncomfortably hard, but she leaned into it anyway.

“Keep the lights on for us,” he said.

“Always,” she replied.

And then they were gone, and Cerra trudged back into the garage to finish out her watch. For once, she was caught up on her recurring tasks and didn’t have any special assignments, so she pulled out the armor chestplate she’d been modifying and began fiddling with it again. She pulled the faulty connectors to see if she could recondition them, but they seemed to have been damaged beyond repair. They were a specialized part, but perhaps she could retrofit the armor to work with something standard. She wished she’d had a chance to salvage a few connectors while she was on Karthon, but it had been a little challenging to go digging for parts with some scughole scrapper taking potshots at her.

She rummaged through Trace’s stockpile of connectors and pulled out a few options that might work. She lost track of time as she tested the parts. She was so absorbed in her work that she didn’t hear the barracks door open.

“Any luck?” Echo asked from close beside her.

Cerra flinched and dropped the connector, which bounced off the workbench and skittered across the garage floor.

“Not so far,” she said with a sigh.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” he said.

“That’s all right. None of them were working anyway.”

Echo examined the array of connectors on the table, then reached into the pouch on his belt. He withdrew a handful of parts and dropped them onto the tabletop.

“What about these?” he offered.

Cerra stared. “Where did you get those?”

“From the armory in the Venator on Karthon,” he said. “I got distracted by the ambush and forgot about them until now.”

Cerra picked one up and inspected it closely. “These are perfect! Thanks, Echo.”

He ducked his head and mumbled something about caf. Cerra began reconnecting the control module as Echo wandered to the kitchenette. It didn’t take long, and soon she let out a victorious whoop as the HUD unit in the helmet synced up.

“Yes!” she exclaimed. “Echo, I could kiss you right now. I’ve been tinkering with this for weeks with no luck. I can’t believe it’s finally working.”

“Glad I could help,” he said. “Sometimes all you need is the right piece for a major breakthrough.”

“That’s way too philosophical for this early in the morning,” she grinned.

“And I thought I was being subtle,” he said with an answering smile. “Caf?”

“Yes, please,” she said.

“How do you take it?”

“Doesn’t matter to me,” she said. “I don’t drink it for the flavor.”

“I know that’s not true,” Echo replied. “Gregor knows exactly how you like it.”

Does he? Cerra frowned, pondering. It was true that Gregor’s caf always tasted better, but she’d assumed that was just because everything he cooked was delicious, so it made sense that he would make the best caf out of the group. 

“How can you tell?” she asked.

“Whenever you take your first drink of a cup he makes for you, you get this blissed out expression. I’ve never seen you do it when you taste anyone else’s caf, even your own.”

“Huh,” she said, stumped. “I guess you’d have to ask Gregor, then.”

Echo regarded her with speculation. Cerra shrugged and turned back to continue working on the cuirass. Soon, he rejoined her and set a steaming cup on the table. He waited expectantly, so she picked it up and took a cautious sip. It was… fine. It tasted like caf.

“It’s good,” she said. “Thanks.”

His expression turned smug, as if he knew something she didn’t, but he turned to inspect the cuirass. “Have you already tried on the full kit?”

“Mm-hmm,” she said affirmatively. “I ran into some issues with the pauldron fit.”

He nodded. “I had to modify the arm holes of my cuirass to accommodate the lost muscle mass. The pauldrons kept hitting it whenever I moved my arms.”

“That’s what I found, too. I made the whole cuirass narrower and reshaped it to fit around the chest, but the pauldrons are still catching.”

“If you want to try it on again, I can help you map out the cuts,” he offered.

“I would appreciate the help,” she said gratefully. “You mentioned something about other mods, too?”

“Let’s get the fit right before we start adding things on,” he said. “Whipcord launchers and flamethrowers are nice to have, but if the armor doesn’t fulfill its base function, there’s not much point to it. All it does is add a lot of unnecessary weight.”

They worked together in companionable silence, punctuated by occasional discussions about the technical side of clone trooper armor. Echo’s commlink chimed a few times, and he always typed out a quick response to whomever was sending him messages before returning to the work at hand. By the time Rex joined them, Echo had thoroughly marked up the plastoid in preparation for the next step, and Cerra began removing it and stacking it neatly on the workbench. 

“Hey, Cap,” Cerra greeted Rex. “Fresh caf in the pot. Sleep okay?”

He nodded and ground the heel of his hand into his eyes as he stumbled toward the caf maker. In a rasping voice, he said, “Looks like you two have been productive this morning.”

“We’re making progress,” Echo said. 

“Good,” Rex replied. “Always makes me nervous when she goes out there without armor.”

“You know I survived a whole-ass war without armor, right?” Cerra asked.

“And how did that work out for you?” Rex asked drily.

“No need to be a smartass,” she retorted.

“What happened?” Echo asked.

“Nothing,” she said sharply.

“Durasteel shrapnel,” Rex replied, prompting an irritated glare from Cerra. “Right in the thigh. Nearly bled the kark out.”

“And thousands of other people died in that battle,” she said. “Their armor wasn’t much help when they got vaporized or sucked out into space. It was sheer, stupid luck that I made it out.”

“I’m confused,” Echo said. “I thought you wanted this armor?”

“Oh, she does,” Rex said. “She just doesn’t know how to back down from a fight.”

“And Rex can’t go five minutes without starting one,” Cerra said, disgruntled.

“How long have you two known each other?” Echo asked.

“Forever,” Cerra and Rex said in unison.

Jinx, you owe me a Coke, she thought reflexively, and from the way Echo’s eyes snapped to hers, she knew he’d thought it, too.

“Cerra and I were assigned to General Skywalker’s command at the same time,” Rex said. “She was just as much of a pain in my ass back then.”

“Echo,” Cerra said with a vindictive gleam in her eye, “did Rex give you the ‘experience outranks everything’ speech when you met him?”

“He called me a shiny and told me to call him ‘Captain’ or ‘sir,’” Echo said.

“Sounds about right,” she said. “Of course, by the time he was lecturing me about experience, I’d been serving as long as he’d been alive.”

“As a desk jockey,” Rex snorted.

“Still counts, youngling,” she teased.

“He was probably just nervous because you were the first girl he’d ever met,” Echo said.

Cerra laughed as Rex gave them both a disgusted look. “Remind me why I asked you two to join me, again?”

“Because we both listed sedition on our resumés,” Cerra replied.

“No, it’s because I hoped you could annoy the Empire as much as you annoy me,” Rex retorted.

“You love it,” she said.

“Hmph.” Rex disappeared into his cup of caf for a long moment as Cerra finished removing her armor.

Echo had an odd expression on his face, and he looked back and forth between Rex and Cerra a few times before he seemed to make a decision. “Can I ask something?”

“Shoot,” Cerra said.

“How was Fives after Lola Sayu?”

Cerra felt like he’d punched all the air out of her lungs. She had no idea how to respond, or what could have prompted him to ask the question. She looked to Rex, who lowered his cup slowly.

“He… was angry,” Rex said slowly. “He said the Jedi had a double standard in how the clones were treated.”

“What kind of double standard?” Echo asked.

Rex hesitated, so Cerra answered. “They ordered him to leave you behind, to keep moving. But when the Jedi died, they somehow found time to give him a kriffing funeral. Just for the Jedi, of course. Not for the clones who died to protect all of them.”

Her voice grated with suppressed rage. Rex cleared his throat, patently uncomfortable with Cerra’s open criticism of the Jedi. She took a deep breath and forced herself to stop talking before she went too far.

“After that,” Rex said, “Fives was even more dedicated to protecting his brothers. He felt he couldn’t count on anyone else to do it.”

The group lapsed into silence, and Cerra found that the conversation wasn’t as painful or awkward as she had expected it to be. 

“I asked him, once, if the burden he took on was too heavy,” Cerra said. “Do you know what he told me?”

“Given that it was Fives, I imagine he made a joke,” Echo said.

“He said he was used to it from wearing those massive pauldrons,” she said. “Then he asked if I wanted to sit on them while he ate me out.”

Echo choked. “That sounds like Fives.”

“Gross,” Rex complained. “Nobody wants to hear about what kind of depravity you two reprobates got up to during your leave time.”

“Who says we were on leave?” Cerra smirked. “Besides, you’re no-one to talk. I know what you were doing with—”

“No need to get into that now,” Rex interrupted hastily.

“Wait, who was it?” Echo asked.

“Nobody,” Rex said firmly as Cerra cackled with evil delight. “Now, about Balmorra.”

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Next chapter

#echo tbb #captain gregor #captain rex #riyo chuchi #oc: cerra kilian #echo x riyo chuchi #gregor x oc #star wars #the bad batch #clone wars #star wars fanfic #tbb fanfic #stars beyond number #dystopicjumpsuit writes #Spotify

[thewiz9062]

Smiling Critters AU: Favorite Sweets

NOTE: THIS IS NOT RELATED TO CANON IN THE SLIGHTEST. An accurate description of this au is that I took every playtime.co poster art and promotional material from the game and lit up the rest of canon in a bonfire. Meaning that EVERY character is part of one big cartoon. Thats it. No bigger bodies project, no child souls, no experiments, just a depiction of a cartoon. PLEASE do not ask me to do anything suggestive with anyone.

Look, guys, I'm doing fluff (For now) I want to characterize my critters a little more, so here are what I think their favorite sweets would be:

Dogday: Vanilla Pancakes (With cream)

Dogday is absolutely the one to like one meal and then incorporate it into like 90% of what he eats. And he really likes breakfast, so i think his favorite sweet would probably just be a slightly fancier version of his favorite breakfast, buttermilk pancakes. He also is normally a big fan of vanilla. So add vanilla extract into the mix and boom favorite sweet.

Catnap: Brownies (Fluffy, with Light Cream)

Well, Sun and Moon dynamic, so obviously, Catnap prefers chocolate. I was thinking that because he probably prefers to save food since he has no income (au specific), so he would favor something that's made in batches, so, brownies! It's very fluffy, though. He probably hates the feeling of fudgy things.

CraftyCorn: Cake!

Now Crafty doesn't actually have a favorite sweet. She's not picky about sweets. She does like decorating, though, so she ends up getting cake more often than not. Whenever she does get a cake, if it has a design, she'll spend a few minutes looking and analyzing how the designs are made (she's so me fr fr) hope to be able to design things like that one day. (Not now cuz her parents are assholes)

Bobby: Cupcakes

I think Bobby makes these on the regular, whether for her class, her father, or her siblings. Cupcakes are her go-to, so it eventually just became her fav. Don't get her started on gourmet cupcakes. She only ever got to try them once, and all her recipes are attempting to recreate them. (with Picky's help) They don't get far because they don't have the right ingredients, but they're really good, so

Bubba: Ice Cream

Bubba will say he doesn't have a favorite sweet but he will defend ice cream like it's his mother, so we all know it's that. He's Begrudgingly picky about it as well, so that's why...

Kickin: ....

OK so it's not ACTUALLY this..... sort of. He likes normal ice cream nearly as much as Bubba, but specifically to piss him off, they'll go to a parlor and order whatever makes Bubba look like he's going to spontaneously explode. He also thinks it's pretty cool to be the only one ordering these options, and cherishes the employee's (player, in this situation) look of shock and disgust. He usually ends up mirroring that expression once he actually eats it, but it's all worth it.

Hoppy: Smoothies!

It's a win win situation for her. Smoothies are extremely versatile, and can be used for healthy purposes to keep in shape, but she also likes sweet Smoothies as well, so 😋

Picky: C A N D Y .

Guilty pleasure, for sure. Fruity, sweet, chocolatey, she's certainly not picky about candy.

And that's that! Sorry about the short ones, I still have trouble characterizing them to this day but I'm trying and I had fun making this

#poppy playtime #smiling critters #smiling critters poppy playtime #dogday #catnap #bobby bearhug #bubba bubbaphant #craftycorn #picky piggy #kickinchicken #hoppy hopscotch #alternate universe #headcanon

[jinxytsl]

MY FIRST FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S DRAWING EVER!!! My brother, MatPat and Markiplier are to blame... I never thought I'd get into this series but I am OBSESSED with the stories and lore - and of course, this adorable guy!!! Sister Location, Pizzeria Simulator and Security Breach are my favs so far, and I reckon my favourite animatronics are Glamrock Freddy and Circus Baby ^^ (and MUUUUUUUUUUSIC MANNNNN!!!!!!)

And yes, I am not usually seen drawing with coloured pencils!!! But ever since I parted with my dear laptop, I have been creating art with different mediums - like what you see here!!! On the opposite side of this page is a coloured drawing of Crosshair from the Bad Batch, but that's still a work in progress ^^

Very happy with how this came out!!! I might be doing some more FNAF-related drawings in the future ^^

#I showed my brother and he said “Way to go superstar!” in freddy's voice #made me very happy #thanks CJ #lol #five nights at freddy's #security breach #fnaf #fnaf fanart #glamrock freddy #freddy fazbear #fnaf security breach #coloured pencils #traditional art #SORRY FOR THE BAD QUALITY #i took a photo with my good camera but it was really dull #so im using this instead

[acommonloon]

Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away.

In prep for our visit to Indy I searched “spicy sausage Indianapolis” and Claus German sausage was revealed. I bought 2 dozen links of various sausages and put them in my cooler.

After sausages and a Pilsner at the historic Rathskeller we drove north to a newer “different” place.

Amburana barrel aged stout.

After dark we cozied up in my fav place in Indy where I drank cask conditioned bitter ale next to my wife and a fireplace.

We ended our drinking session at Sun King’s small batch brewery where I had two doubles, IPA and Belgian. I was tempted to have another but a different double was calling my name.

Now I long for yesterday

#day drinking #leads to #night drinking #indianapolis #Feb 2024

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

dearest covey,

while i’ve only ever lurked in your replies, i’m now breaking away from my anxiety with being in the asks. i wanted to share my day, and encourage you to share yours as well!

i spent a good half of it in bed, but i left the house at 2:00 to get my photo taken for an updated piece of ID for when i turn 19 (in 19 days, actually!). across the street from the ID place was a tech house, and i got myself an early birthday present — an apple watch.

my mom also got an early mother’s day gift with a cuisinart stand mixer, a split purchase between me and my sister, and she decided to make chocolate chip cookies. actually, she’s scooping the last batch onto the pan right now :)

hoping your day was as interesting as mine was!

best wishes, pickle-rick-y

(ps, any suggestions for a new user would potentially be appreciated, given that i’m not the biggest fan of rick and morty anymore after the controversies with the creator :,) )

okay okay, so happy early birthday!! that's so fun and you deserve that apple watch. ive got one and lemme say, life changer. ughhh my mom made brownies today but i fucking despise brownies and it be pissing me off bc she knows that shit but whatever its cool im fine its fine.

also, my day was not. i woke up at like 5, which is normal DO NOT FREAK OUT. i got a 0 period this year, so school starts at 7 for me but i live hella far away so its a long ass drive and i got chores in the morning PLUS i do yoga bc im cool like that lmao. then i went to school, did a while lot of nothing. went to work, did a whole lot of nothing but got paid to do that, which is always a plus. and then a came home and now im online shopping bc i got a trip to my FAV CITY IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD coming up and i want cute clothes duh!! but that's about it.

okay okay as for users my go to is always to look at animal crossing island name websites. they're always so cute and aesthetic but idk if that's what youre looking for lmao. maybe something to do with wind or clouds bc youre a big jason girlie, right??

#return to sender ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ

[paperbooart]

Hiii, I just wanted 2 drop by and ask for what your top 3 ninjago installments are lol. like fav books or seasons or specials or games or the movie, anything like that!!

have a great day btw

i'm going to cheat heavily with this 'top three'

seabound/crystalized

dragons rising so far (at least. the first half before they get stuck in one location and separated from each other for the rest of the episodes. hoping the next batch of episodes will have them doing more traveling and/or team activities)

possession/skybound/day of the departed but the version of that trilogy that exists in my head. like there's the oni trilogy, and there's the ghost trilogy

my knowledge of the extra material isnt huge but i did love garmadon rulez, which i stumbled on the english translation of recently. i'm hoping to get around to reading a lot more eventually like the garmadon graphic novel etc. i REALLY want to read the dark island trilogy but i couldn't find a pdf

thank you :)

#ask #legogeek33

[sonicrainbooms]

okay i know its old news but im still not over it. im just gonna ramble for a bit.

im not just saying this bc he's my fav, i honestly think that if bad batch wasnt a childrens show (and guys...it is a childrens/teen show) then wrecker being 66'd would have ended very differently.

the first time i watched his chip activation scene, i thought he was going to break tech's wrist when he grabbed it. and even though he didn't, he could have and he very much did put tech out of the equation immediately. he then disarms rex like its NOTHING, and rex is also an elite solider who PERSONALLY lived through 66 HIMSELF not that long ago, against far more clones (albeit not with wreckers size and strength, and not really as close physically from memory) and we know that he is terrified of the chips. when he learns the 99ers still have theirs, he instinctively reached for his blaster. he was prepared. he was ready. and it wasn't enough.

hunter got some hits on him (<3) but his mistake was going too close. wrecker dealt with him just as easily as he did with tech once he was able to grab him. wrecker was going for the kill. omega interrupted but hunter was still rendered unconscious.

omega was probably about to stun him (good for her thats my girl thats my baby angel) but he still just smacked the blaster away so easily. he tries to fight the chip but rex comes in and finally stuns him. if rex had made a sound, if rex werent even there, if he had also put rex out the fight earlier as he had with tech and hunter, i think wrecker would have in fact swept. and whats scary is how quickly it all happened. how easily he did that. its the first and only time we saw how much hes always holding himself back.

the only one who i think would have successfully taken out wrecker if he was there is crosshair but... wrecker did dodge rex's stun when he was point-blank. i know its apple and oranges and very, VERY unlikely, but it is possible he could have dodged a snipe (and i imagine he has had to before on missions) but i admit that particular bit may be my bias. i think if it came down to it, both know each others fighting style well enough to also know how to counter it. whoever would win between those two i think would be very dependant on a lot of variables. up close tank vs long distance sniper. depends.

i think if echo were there, a similar (if not the same) thing that happened with hunter would have happened to him. probably worse with his robotic parts.

anyway. ramble over. feel free to discuss politely.

#rewatching that scene and uh. yeah. #maybe one day i'll write all my thoughts coherently. today is not that day. #tbb #the bad batch #star wars #wrecker #pudge yaks on #text

[ancientpersacom]

My thoughts on G3 dolls so far!

Plus my fav ones so far for reference lol.

And looking at this pic made me realise my bias for cool coloured dolls.

Funny enough of the dolls I have so far from G3 I have more Cleo’s because as a history person I LOVE the Ancient Egypt chic of her clothes.

I think my fav body mould is Draculauras, her short and curvy look is so cute and she’s always got great hairstyles. I also love how tall Frankie is compared to her lol.

All the dolls I have are great quality, so I dunno why people were complaining?? Maybe there was a bad batch over in America or something because here in Australia I’ve had nothing but good quality dolls. I did braid some of my dolls with more textured hair to protect it just in case though. I’ve had no experiences of glue seepage or mis-prints or anything. I like that they have the middle articulation now too, makes them more pose-able.

The fashion is definitely less edgy, but I think that fits in with what alternative fashion is like nowadays. There’s so much more focus on laying and prints when you look at recent alt fashion, and not all alt fashion is head to toe black. I think it’s clear where each characters style is drawing inspiration from (lagoona is the coconut girl/ vsco girl trend, Draculaura is a witchy pastel goth, Frankie has some academia in there etc).

Things I’d like to see in upcoming dolls:

Wire in the Deuces snakes so they’re pose-able

Some lolita influence for the vampires

Even more unique body moulds for upcoming characters

SPECTRA I NEED SPECTRA BACK

Use of transparency and iridescence again

More short hair dolls

A more androgynous look for Frankie (note obviously not all enbies have to be androgynous I mean I still wear dresses from time to time. But Frankie being enby opens doors to explore gender fluid fashion on dolls)

Dolls based on the live action looks.

Honestly I don’t really have anything bad to say, I guess some of the accessories are a bit plain but it’s not like you can’t work them into a cool look. And some of the thicker shoes like sneakers are a BITCH to put on and off bc they’re so stiff. Other than that I’m actually very pleased with G3 dolls so far.

#monster high #monster high g3 #g3 monster high #monster high dolls #monster high doll #monster high fandom #monster high reboot #monster high 2022 #monster high series

[thatonefanficwriternooneknows]

Thanks for the clearing up the Exes confusion!

So since they are arcs, do they all wear customized ARC trooper armor?

Also, ship wise, Codex/Cantina, Hex/Kix, Flex/Echo/Fives, Apex/Ponds, and Lex is ace?

As far as looks wise, who of the Exes has the most body mods?

Cant wait to see ur next work! Love it!!

Oooooh! They more or less wear customized ARC armor, but Apex keeps misplacing his kama and Codex just doesn’t like wearing it cause it gets them stuck in the vents sometimes!

And ship-wise, it’s actually Lex/Cantina in a mutually Ace relationship. Codex is also Ace and Aro, Apex is always with Rush and they both tend to crush on Ponds and Windu, Hex is always with Prost and Hetic (in How to Care for Your Corries specifically they are working on adding Kix and Jesse), and for some reason I just really like Flex/Fives/Echo 😂😂😂

As for body mods I’ll have to double check my spread sheet at a later date to be sure but:

Codex: none visible, they have a belly button (where one would be anyway cause clones=no umbilical cord is my fav headcanon) ring that doubles as a tracker and they’re trying to convince Hex to let them get a neural implant. But that’s all~

Apex: has prosthetic forearms similar to Anakin’s but both arms, a prosthetic foot, and a prosthetic hip. He doesn’t like piercings but he did let Hex tag him with one (nsfw) for tracking purposes.

Hex: fully prosthetic arm. He’s also got some (nsfw) piercings. His tracker is also a belly button ring.

Flex: surprisingly intact. They have several piercing holes down the shell of their ears (both) but they lose the jewelry very often. Their nipples are also pierced but they rarely use the jewelry.

Lex: the only one with in tattoos. A flower representing Cantina on their foot, a large back piece (haven’t decided of what yet but it’s for their batch), a vulpex named Foxy on the outside of their ankle, and the Commander Fox Prayer in Mando’a on their forearm. I think I gave them a prosthetic too??

If you want the full list of scars and what not I’ll need my spreadsheet 😂

Thank you for asking <3 hope I answered your questions and I’ll do better about being clearer in the fics!! <3

(Chapter 13 is almost done, my wife is just sick and I ran out of time :( )

#scream screams #star wars #screamhoney things

[youreallyshouldtalkmore]

My Little Hybrid Family_Part 17

A.N: If you’ve read this far, thanks so much for the comments, favs, reading it...etc!! I appreciate it!! The last batch of chapters for this story is heading out!! 

Tags: @ sweeneyblue1

Twisted Wonderland Masterlist  

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“We are all here!! Good!! This meeting is now in session!” Kalim cried. 

Leona groused,“You have one minute to explain to me why I should stick around.” 

Azul nodded, “Yes, I was getting to a good part of my research.” 

Kalim waved his arms, “But this concerns the well-being of our Mistress!” 

Jamil nodded, “Kalim is correct. It does.”

Azul raised an eyebrow, “Truly? This isn’t some overdramatic spiel?” 

You had gone out for the day and almost as soon as your car pulled out of the driveway, Kalim had gone around calling an emergency meeting. It took a better part of 20 minutes before he could get everyone into the living room. 

Jamil shook his head, looking troubled, “I’m afraid not.” 

“I’m not sure if any of you are aware, but before you all came, it was just me and Jamil. Her parents had brought us after seeing our performance on a whim to give to their daughter, our Mistress. However….” Kalim went silent, his ears drooping. 

“Her parents died suddenly in a plane crash.” Azul supplied. 

Jamil was surprised, “You know about it?”

“Mother….I mean, our former owner, was friends with her parents. She was besides herself with grief at the news.” Jade supplied. 

“Tell me about it.” said Floyd, “She mourned night and day, at the loss. So we had heard about it.”

“I never thought I would eventually be owned by their daughter, though.” Azul murmured. At the time, he couldn't care less what human died. 

Good riddance, he thought. 

But now, knowing you and knowing it was your parents, he couldn’t find it himself to brush it off so carelessly as he did before. 

Both Leona and Malleus looked surprised at this. Come to think of it, Leona had never really heard you talk about your parents. He just assumed there were away, as most rich types were bound to do.  

“Human lives are so fleeting….” murmured Malleus. 

Jamil spoke, “I’m sure, all of you have realized that our Mistress has started feeling less energetic lately.” 

Azul stated, “She has checked out more times this week than I’ve ever seen.” 

“I caught her staring at the photos of her parents longer than usual.” Floyd added. 

Jamil thought for a moment, “She seems to pick at her food but when asked, she doesn’t not like the food.” 

Jade nodded, “I’ve seen her sitting in the car sometimes. She doesn’t come in right away, she just…sits there. One time I had to go out and knock on the window. She swore, she was looking for something, but it was obvious she had a lot on her mind.” 

“Hmm, she is not sleeping well. Surely you’ve noticed the dull eyes of her lately. The other night, it was my turn to stay with her….” Leona started. 

Floyd smashed his teeth together, “You cheated! You just picked up Mistress and ran away with her without giving us a chance!” 

“...and it was obvious that she got no sleep that night.” Leona finished without addressing Floyd, who hissed at him. 

 Malleus was silent. He was still relatively new, but he realized that you had begun to pull away from them. At first, he thought it might have been him, but he observed and realized it as everyone. 

“What can be done about this?” he asked, looking around. Surely, since they have been here longer, they would know what to do. 

Kalim laughed with a huge grin, “Malleus, I’m glad you asked!! Because, I have a great idea!!!” 

Everyone looked at him curiously, and even Jamil. This was the first he was hearing about it. 

—  —  —

You knew this day was coming, and now it was finally here. 

The 1st year anniversary of your parent’s death. 

And you woke up alone. 

For the first time, you had refused anyone staying with you last night. You could tell the boys wanted to argue the point, but they had uncharacteristically backed off. 

Even Floyd. 

You only smiled reassuringly as you walked to your room. 

Your only company, that night, were your silent tears. 

You really didn’t want to get up today. You’d much prefer to hide out in your room and let the day pass. In response to that thought, you turned your head and gave a small sigh as you closed your eyes. 

“You’re awake.” 

You pulled your eyes open when Leona walked into your room unannounced. He unceremoniously flopped down next to you and threw an arm over your stomach. You barely batted an eye. That would require too much energy. 

Leona nuzzled his face into your neck and said nothing else. 

Your eyes drifted down as you were lulled back to sleep. 

“Young pup, I sent you up here to wake her up, not join her!!” 

A loud crack had your eyes shooting up to see Divius Crewel standing in the doorway. You came awake then and scrambled under the covers.

Lawyer Crewel didn’t bat an eye as he turned on his heel and walked away, steadily tapping the baton in his hand, “You two have 10 minutes. Don’t make me come back up here!”

“Leona! What is he doing here?” You asked, sitting up after he left. 

Leona yawned, “Come down for breakfast!” 

The lion hybrid didn’t answer any questions as he lumbered out of your room. When you finally got washed and went downstairs, you quickly realized one thing. 

It was waaay too quiet. 

When you arrived in the dining room, you realized there was a meal for two and Leona was sitting waiting for you. 

“Where is everyone?” you asked curiously as you took a seat. It was different, strange even for it to be this quiet. It’s been a long time since you were alone in this house. 

“Out.” was the pointed response. 

“Out where?” 

“Where we will be going after you finish your breakfast.” 

“And where is that?” 

Leona just stared pointedly at your food, making you grumble and began to eat. This was obviously made by Jamil, even though he wasn’t here either. Had they eaten and left to go wherever they went earlier this morning? It was going on 11 am already. 

Exactly how long had they been gone? 

Your eyes roved around and then suddenly almost choked. Leona raised an eyebrow at you before returning to his food. 

The last time you had seen him wear his “ownership pendant” was that day you had won the case against his former mistress. 

Now your curiosity had been peaked. 

Part 18

#twst #twst fanfiction #twst fanfic #twst scarabia #twst malleus #twst leona #twst octavinelle #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fanfiction

[coreyalite]

Honey Badger Marionette!

Here's my fav Marionette I've design so far! It's for a coworker who likes badgers, so I made them a honeybee badger! :3

I'll probably post the others in batches, but this one is special to me ^-^

#digital art #art #digital drawing #digital illustration #procreate #procreate art #drawing #digital painting #oc #furry community #furry sfw #cute furry #sfw furry #furry art #fursona #furry oc #furry fandom #furry #fursona art #fursona commissions #furry commissions