#this is funnier considering i had the headcanon that green was a bit of a nose up jerk at times (lovingly of course)

[nyankoizumi]

Green is the canonical sad boys expert 

#avm #he sings like a king he plays like a queen and tames depressed little meow meows like a jester what a legend #avm green #this is funnier considering i had the headcanon that green was a bit of a nose up jerk at times (lovingly of course) #dunno if i'll keep that but #animation vs Minecraft #avm purple #can be seen as ship or not

[simprisottowriter]

Aah, may I request some Kakyoin headcanons? Anything you'd like to write !!

I love him to bits (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+

    Such a cute request, soaps!! And a good choice too! Kakyoin is such a charming character, personality and design wise! I'd be more than glad to write about this precious and lovable gamer boy!! Hope you like them ^w^ ♡

◇ Very talented at art! Loves sketching anything that catches his eye. From daily normal objects, to environments and animals, Kakyoin's drawings have a specific charm to them. They might not focus on realism, but they perfectly capture the feelings and the motion of the moment! The colors give off a serene feel and usually have earthy tones. He also has a habit of absentmindedly sketching on the corners of his textbooks's pages, while taking notes. Though, is very shy about it and refuses to show his art, as he feels it is not worth showing. You'd say otherwise, as his sketches are wonderful!

◇ Isn't really fond of going to events, and would much rather pass time at home, with his close ones. Rainy weather while staying at home, with his favourite video game and the console being the only source of light in the room is probably Kakyoin's ideal night in. Would definitely love marathoning series or movies with friends, and considers it a top-tier hangout! Really treasures quality time!

◇ Though, an afternoon spent in a coffee shop doesn’t sound half bad, does it? Especially when he has with him his sketchbook and earbuds. Warm drinks are Kakyoin’s favourites, and would always order tea or hot chocolate. Coffee is just too bitter for him, but he doesn’t like to admit it.

◇ And speaking about video games, Kakyoin really appreciates it when someone shows interest in what he is playing! Any question about the lore or gameplay would leave him in awe, and he would try hide the excitement from his voice, as he answers your question in such detail. As a child, he wasn’t used to anyone caring about his hobbies. Thus, he gets very surprised when someone shows even a little bit of interest! Would definitely let you join the game and immediately help you get the best items and equipment. He’s the pro gamer, of course! Probably has really high ranking in his favourite games. Humbly tells you that he is not that good at it, even if he is in the top ten best players in his country.

◇ His talent in gaming isn’t limited to digital ones. Avid Dungeons and Dragons player, and remembers all the rules by heart! Has a collection of intricate and colourful dice. Some of them are even custom made! Reading the rulebook might not help you understand at first or make you get in the spirit of the game, but Kakyoin is so good at explaining the rules, that he helps you understand it in mere minutes! Favors and uses most of the time the Ranger class.

◇ His hairstyle doesn’t need much styling, actually. Just good brushing and a little bit of hair gel. The hair noodle is naturally curly. And whenever he is anxious or deep in thought, he braids it or toys with the loose hair strands from the fluffy hair curl.

◇ Loves calling his close ones by cute nicknames! Shows how much he cares in such a simple way. Wouldn’t expect it if someone called him by a sweet nickname too. Even if he would be red-faced after hearing it, he'd love it!

◇ Emanates a soft but sweet scent of perfume, fragnance similar to roses growing in the garden. ♡

◇ Binge-watches channels about video game theories or just watches cat videos at 3 am. He doesn’t really have the best sleep schedule. Nor is the best at time managing.

◇ Would be the one to text first, at random times throughout the day, to check on you. He needs to make sure that you are getting enough sleep, staying hydrated and eating properly!

◇ Clean, cursive handwriting, that is easy on the eye. Possibly the best person to ask notes from. You might get the ones he has made sketches on! ♡

◇ Adores winter, even if he is always cold, no matter how much he tries to warm up! Sweaters and scarves are some of his faves! Though, Kakyoin’s hands are cold most of the time, and he would use this as an excuse to hold yours.

◇ Puns and jokes? His favourite! Just prepare to hear so many puns randomly thrown so casually in conversations, that they will catch you off guard. They're usually very smart jokes, and he says them in a manner that makes them even funnier!

◇ Uses Hierophant Green for normal daily tasks, like grabbing items that are far away from him or even for carrying more stuff than he himself could. Has considered using it for pranks, but hasn't actually ever done that. Though, he doesn't really like bringing his stand out that often.

◇ His musical tastes would be mainly rock and jazz, since he likes Sting. Though, since he is very laid-back and adaptable, he wouldn't mind listening to any song that fits his style, regardless of genre!

◇ In all his younger years, he had a hard time finding someone to build a friendship with. Even now, it's still difficult for him to fully open up. His feelings and thoughts are all restricted by his fear. But once he finds someone that he can truly be himself with, he will slowly heal from this way of thinking. By having someone that could read through and fully understand him, he would realize that it won't harm him nor make him vulnerable, to show how he truly feels. No matter the nature of the relationship, first and foremost, Kakyoin needs a true friend.

#kakyoin #kakyoin hcs #kakyoin jojo #kakyoin jjba #kakyoin headcanons #kakyoin noriaki #kakyoin noriaki hcs #jojo part 3 #jjba #jojos bizzare adventure #jojo headcanons #jjba headcanons #kakyoin jojo headcanons #jojo writing #kakyoin x reader #jojo x reader #kakyoin is baby! #for the ones reading the tags im working full speed on finishing the next request #hope you guys enjoy #stardust crusaders #soapsoftheworld

[shadowofadalekmightdeactivate]

Sanders Sides Ghostbusters AU

Why? Why not. I should be writing a 1,500 word short story right now but fuCK IT (A side note: unless stated otherwise, everyone is gay. This is obvious why am I even saying this)

Peter Venkman: Roman - The fuck is a gender, he loves everybody. If they have a pretty face he’s game - This has gotten him into trouble time and time again and made him bounce around from job to job until he FINALLY settled down to be a scientist, and even THAT didn’t last more than 2 years - ADHD riddled fucker - Still as snarky as ever but also still dramatic - First time getting slimed? Almost had a meltdown. HE WAS HAVING A BAD ENOUGH DAY ALREADY DAMMIT - That lasted 2.5 seconds until Patton (Ray) said he thought it was cool - Starved for attention but snarks at everyone regardless - Acts like a Prinxiety fusion at times (”love me but fuck off“ is the mentality that comes to mind)

Egon Spengler: Logan - Picture a Logince fusion that’s mostly controlled/led by Logan - The science behind ghosts has been his hyperfixation for y e a r s - He’s also been wanting to be a scientist for years so being a Ghostbuster is like a dream job to him - Used to be an English college professor until Patton roped him into hunting a ghost with him. He’s still not sure how he even met him (though it’s not impossible that Patton just walked up to him and said “Hi I’m Patton do you want to hunt a ghost with me?”) - “Might have Autism. Might not have a soul. We aren’t sure yet“ -quote from Roman - The brains behind the whole thing. He made the siren, the alarm, the proton packs, everything - Remy (Janine) has feelings for him and he Does Not Appreciate It - Did indeed try to drill a hole in his skull. He wanted to make essentially an early version of Bluetooth. Got as far as putting the drill to his head and finding out the thing’s battery had died. Roman was not amused when he asked him for more - This is going to just turn into Egon headcanons if I don’t stop

Ray Stanz: Patton - Has Autism, is lOUD AS FUCK - Has been kicked out of several libraries for this - Eye contact is a no-no. He won’t freak but he will get very nervous - He introduced Logan to Roman, was dismayed when they didn’t get along at first - Basically a little kid with a laser-shooting gun - Main cause of most of the damage at ghost busts - Roman looks up to him a LOT, even though he’s older (but he’d never say that out loud) - Is allergic to everything with fur - Feels pretty bad whenever they have to bust a ghost with a tragic past - Had been begging Logan to let them have some kind of mascot. Logan finally relented and built a kind of cage in the front office for Slimer - (Remy doesn’t appreciate having that thing watching him every day with it’s beady little eyes) - Loves getting covered with whatever crap ghosts may spew at them-slim, ectoplasm, anything. It doesn’t feel sticky to him, more soft like water-hence why he thought it was “so cool” when Roman got slimed. Besides the physical contact thing - Fiercely protective of Virgil (Winston). Heaven help whatever soul that’s dumb enough to taunt that man in his presence because Patton will grab them-with his hands or his proton gun’s stream-and throw them against the most solid thing he can aim for (which has included teammates. Logan was not impressed)

Winston Zeddemore: Virgil - Wanted to be a necromancer when he was a kid, now just wants a job - Trigger-happy when nervous/frightened, causes the second-most amount of damage during busts - Stupidly tried hiding his anxiety from the others at first, writing off any moments of panic as “just paranoia”, “just got startled”, etc. It takes a particularly nasty ghost putting him out of commission via panic attack that he finally opens up to them - Initially wrote off his anxiety out of worry they’d either A. not hire him/fire him or B. treat him like he was made of glass. B almost happened until Logan took his side when Patton was barring him from coming on a bust - Patton and Logan argued viciously over who was in charge of teaching him how to work the proton packs and guns. Virgil was confused as to why they both can’t do it until Roman told him they’re pretty much arguing over who adopts him - (Patton won that battle on the grounds that Logan gets to teach their next employee. Sadly for Logan no one else has taken up the job) - He fucking HATES getting covered in ghost gunk - Some captured ghosts have learned to fear him, he’s pretty scary when he learns their patterns - (I was going to make him a ghost that gets attached to Patton, but...Nah. Four Sides, four Ghostbusters)

Janine Melnitz: Remy - Only took the job because of Logan, likes to call him “Resident Eye Candy” - Logan can not stand him. At all. Remy’s really up front with how he feels about Logan and he finds it over-bearing - He’d wear a skirt if the boys don’t stop him. Hell he’d wear a crop top if they don’t stop him. (They always do. Buggar.) - If he doesn’t have a coffee at any time in the morning he’s a real bastard to whoever gets within 2 feet of him - Roman thinks this is hilarious and will sometimes withhold his coffee order to hear him cuss out people on the phone. He finds it less hilarious when someone tries to sue them for verbal abuse - Patton thought he was blind at first because he always wears sunglasses (”LOGAN WE CAN’T HIRE A BLIND MAN TO TAKE CALLS”)

Dana Barett: Deceit - Trans ftm - “Deceit” is more of a nickname for him, but he’s so used to it that he’s considering making it his legal name - Told off Logan when they first met because he misgendered him four times (the first time was an accident, the second time was a slip up, the last two started seeming intentional) - Legal name is still Dana, he hasn’t have the money or the time to change it yet-which is infuriating - Has heterochromia (left eye brown, right eye green) and vitiligo - Roman thinks he’s drop dead beautiful, Deceit thinks he’s just annoying. Despite this he happily goes on a few flings with him and enjoys the pampering - They don’t officially “get together”, but Roman stops skipping work to take “clients” out on dates, so the other ‘busters are happy - Roman absolutely will tell anyone who listens to him long enough how gorgeous Dee is. Virgil has told Dee about this. Snake man is equal parts flattered and frustrated - Speaking of snakes, he gets two after the Gozer incident: Zuul (female Ball Python) and Vinz (male Corn Snake) - Why he named them after demon dogs is beyond him but he couldn’t think of better names for them

Louis Tully: Remus - Take everything you remember about Louis and throw it out the window. Now go out that window, pick up the remains and stich them back together into a vaguely Louis-like character with bits of rat and garbage left in. That’s Remus. Still awkward beyond help, still a well-meaning hopelessly-in-love fool, but an absolute chaotic MESS that can’t hold down a job for longer than a month - Roman wants to disown him so very badly but there’s no relative left alive that wants to go near that man with a ten-foot pole and SOMEONE has to take care of him - Deceit thinks he’s charming, if a bit...Weird. - Like Deceit, Remus gets two pets after the Gozer incident: Zelda (female Fancy Rat, name is a play on Zuul) and Vince (male Pitbull Terrier, name is a play on Vinz) - He wanted two Pitbulls at first but then saw Zelda in an ad and suddenly decided he HAD to have a rat - The kind of guy that’s a horrible person but really damn good at his job so his co-workers have to put up with him (until the boss fires him for doing something insane like hanging out a window to freak out the people on the streets below) - He actually did the above incident. Twice. He was fired quickly and all window-washing companies were warned about him - Virgil met him a total of one time and said he wanted whatever Remus was high on - Remus, surprisingly, never takes drugs. He finds them icky-not the GOOD icky, like blood and mucus and all that fun stuff. The BAD icky, like forced mood-changes and forgotten events - You can bet your ass he sleeps around like nobody’s business - (I was going to make him Walter Peck but figured it’d be funnier if he was Louis. Be glad he made it in at all)

#Ghostbusters AU #Sanders Sides #TS Remus #sympathetic deceit #redhead writes #roceit #should I write this? #Officially? #cursing

[cosmicflowchart]

do you have any Colin + kitty + pearl family headcanons? Your writing is lovely it'd be great to hear your thoughts :)

aww thank you, that’s so sweet!! and yeah i do :D these are sort of broad and disorganized, and there’s a lot of ‘em, but here’s what i think the ritmans get up to:

kitty and colin first met at a gay bar. colin had just started bleaching his hair and was actually kind of nervous that people were now, you know, seeing him with it

kitty slid in next to him and asked, “who does your hair?” and when colin said, “I do,” she fired back, “i could tell. still, not bad for a first attempt. keep at it, mate.”

colin might’ve been a bit intoxicated, so he laughed. even if it was a bit of an insult, she came back so quickly that it caught him off guard, in a good way.

(sidenote: kitty’s way funnier than colin is. colin knows computers and timelines and conspiracies and all that shit, but kitty can make anyone laugh, especially colin.)

later, as they started hanging out more, they discovered they were the only two bisexuals at that bar and (supposedly) in that part of town

they started dating like three weeks after they first met

kitty bleached her hair the day after they started going out together and colin was like :OO and she just went “i think it suits me, what do you think?” and he was just. jaw on the floor, man.

all of their gay friends assumed they were each other’s beards/that they were both just gay/homosexuals and were like “oh that’s so sweet of you, what good friends!” but nah. they were into each other and they were still very bisexual

they had to deal with so much biphobia and erasure it was ridiculous. at one point kitty considered dying her hair the color of the bi flag so people would get the hint, but colin talked her out of it (striped hair is the one style that kitty doesn’t look good in)

when they got married, they dyed their hair the same color–bright green. was it tacky? absolutely. did it match the outfits they had picked out? nope! did they care? fuck no.

they didn’t have an elaborate ceremony, they’re both really private, but they did invite friends

parenthood????? ?? not the plan at all!!! neither kitty nor colin wanted kids–they bonded over their mutual disinterest in (and disgust with) them

kitty and colin don’t get along with their parents so they were afraid they’d turn out like said parents, and that their potential children would grow up without grandparental guidance

but when they realized kitty was pregnant, it never crossed their minds to get rid of her; they just thought “oh okay, this is happening, let’s figure this out”

and it took them a few months of slaving over the well-being of this incompetent infant ((parenting is super fuckin hard alright)) before they realized that like, hey, they’re actually doing this! somehow!!

you remember that smile colin has when he looks down at baby!pearl in his arms in that one bandersnatch path? yeah, imagine that smile, but every time he so much as looks at or thinks about pearl. he’s just like wow okay i made a human holy shit

even when pearl’s done something dumb he’s just like that’s my girl

actually. when she does do something and fails, he does the whole “you failed! and it was wonderful!” thing from meet the robinsons

kitty makes fun of him for it, not because it’s not masculine (colin doesn’t give a shit honestly, gender’s as much of a prison as reality is), but because she knows exactly who he’s looking at when he makes that exact smile and she’s like okay what did our child do now

he didn’t take nearly as many hallucinogens the older he got, parenthood makes that way less responsible–and he definitely didn’t want kitty to be the One Parent in charge when he was home

kitty. is so soft. like not just personality wise but just in terms of touch. she’s also the best damn hugger in the world

colin and pearl are notably not huggers except when it comes to kitty for this exact reason

neither kitty nor colin are very good cooks. pearl can kind of cook, so when she hit about seventeen she started cooking for them

the takeout folks know who the ritmans are. they ended up being friends of the family once kitty was about three

despite the stress and time demands of his job, colin made every effort to go to every event pearl was in, even if A) she claimed she didn’t need him there or B) he had to stay up until 4 am that night finishing something.

he had no idea how much love he had for pearl until she appeared and he just. he kind of enjoys being a dad, even though he never expected to

pearl never achieved the same level of chill as her dad (and she tended to envy him for it)

so one day she just sat him down and said how are you so calm all the time?!?!?

his answer boiled down to A) he did a ton of drugs in the 80s and it probably fucked his brain chemistry permanently, and B) [more healthily] he’s just along for the ride, and you can only really control (if that) how you react and behave to what comes at you

pearl always found that really hard to do–like kitty, she found that things bothered her even when she knew instinctively they really didn’t matter–but she started going to therapy to sort through that

pearl started being interested in her dad’s career in her early teens; she wanted to rebel (as all middle schoolers do) but when she found out her dad–who she was pretty sure was just a giant Nerd–did all these edgy, critically acclaimed games, she just went hey dad whatcha doin and started learning from him

by 18 she was making her own games–this would’ve been 2000/2001-ish, so she’d still be making 2D games and shit, but she also started making 3D games after getting the right hardware

((the perks of having a massively successful game developer for a dad lmao))

when pearl showed colin her first completed game, which was (of course) a choose-your-own-adventure, he actually cried with joy. he didn’t burst into tears, but he welled up and had trouble talking for a moment. she was like “dad you okay” and he just kinda. he threw his arms around her. he’d gotten his hopes down for whatever the universe was in store for her but she got all the best parts of him and none of the bad stuff well okay she did but she was in therapy and that was helping A LOT

she was still convinced that she should’ve removed the government conspiracy track, it felt like too much for her first game. but colin loved it.

she was worried that her competition (which there wasn’t quite yet) would try and steal her work before she could publish it…..kitty reassured her that wouldn’t happen but like. what if

(she eventually grew out of her conspiracy-theory phase, but that didn’t happen until her mid-20s, before which she and colin grew way closer)

(oh yeah, pearl definitely grew up with a bit of paranoia. it had nothing to do with living with Mr. Conspiracy Theory himself, it was just a side effect of undiagnosed ADHD)

colin had always secretly hoped she’d get into programming, but he never forced the issue. if the universe wanted her to follow in his footsteps, it’d happen on its own. he didn’t want to influence her (and if she was anything like him, if he suggested she program something, she would have proceeded to very much NOT do that.

pearl has that same “don’t tell me what to do” streak that her dad (and kitty!) has, but faced worse judgment for it for being a girl, especially in school

…..prompting kitty to offer to come to school, and later pearl’s workplace, to kick their asses (usually joking???????? you can’t really tell with kitty)

when pearl was about six, and kitty offered to kick someone’s ass (well, when pearl was six kitty just offered to ‘talk them down’), pearl just said loudly, “eh it’s okay, if they make fun of me for throwing like a girl again, i’ll just beat them up myself”

kitty looked a little worried, but colin laughed from the other room so honestly, score one for pearl

pearl was like……..half joking

by the way, she has no memory of saying this at all

but it ends up being colin and kitty’s favorite story to tell and embarrass pearl with at parties

adult!pearl built her own computer, and when she showed it off to colin and kitty, kitty was just like, jaw on the floor, this is fuckin cool and pearl was just talking her through all of the parts she got and was real proud of herself :)))

colin had this big fuckin smile on his face before he just said, you showoff, and then praised her for real.

pearl tried pot during her first year of university. just a couple times, though. didn’t do much for her.

but colin knew when she came back from school. he could tell.

as soon as pearl realized he knew she tried to explain it, but he just went listen you have no idea how many drugs i did when i was your age, don’t sweat it love

bandersnatch (2018)……oof. that wasn’t fun. that was the one big argument they had.

pearl and colin, being almost similar personalities, did have their disagreements when she was growing up, but it was never as deep or prolonged as when colin found out pearl was remaking it, starring someone he kind of cared about.

it became an off-limits point of discussion when pearl called or visited, after an argument that was so bad that kitty left the room in tears.

both colin and pearl were like…….shit. so they agreed not to talk about it.

i’m stopping there because this got a little long-winded. but there you go~

#long post #kitty ritman #colin ritman #bandersnatch #black mirror #black mirror: bandersnatch #anon ask #ask #hc #headcanon #headcanons #pearl ritman #kitty #colin #pearl #KITTY SAID GAY RIGHTS

[ddaddsprompts]

Do you have any headcanons for the dads sleepwalking/sleeptalking/whatever?

Just as a warning, Joseph’s scene involves someone trying to kiss the narrator and to touch their chest while sleepwalking. Nothing happens, but I wanted to let you know beforehand, just in case.

RIP Martha.

🥃  “Hey,Robert, what are you—JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, PUT THAT DOWN!” You’ve never run so fastin your life. Your scream thankfully made Robert pause mid-motion, so you cantake the knife from his hands and chuck it into the corner, out of reach.Robert just looks at you in confusion. He doesn’t even put up a fight orcomplain as you push him down to sit on the couch. You flop down next to him,pressing a hand to your chest in hopes of calming down your racing heart. That’snot what you expected to see after waking up in the middle of the night to findRobert gone. “What are you doing? Why are you awake…?” Robert shrugs and throwshis arm around your shoulders. “Dunno.” The response itself isn’t alarming, it’sthe way Robert said it, as if he is just as confused as you are. “Why were youtrying to carve something into the TV screen? What did you want to carve?”“Our initials.” When all you do is stare at him blankly, he scoffs. “’sromantic. Isn’t that what you’re s’posed to do? Y/N and Robert, and a big heartaround it.” Talking about it seems to agitate him again and he tries to standup, but you quickly lie over his lap to stop him. He struggles, but for once,you have the upper hand. “Yes, babe, but not into your very expensive flatscreen TV. We can go find some random tree tomorrow, how’s that sound?” Robertdoesn’t reply. You look up to see his eyes closed and his mouth hanging openslightly as he snores. You deflate and sigh in relief.

 🍸 You don’t even know why you’re stillsurprised at the strange things that happen in the Christiansen house. Justlast week, you woke up to find ‘REDRUM’ written on the door and now, it’sfinding Joseph wearing only an apron while baking at ass-o’clock in themorning. For a moment, you consider turning around and going back to bed, butthen you remember just how many dangerous things Joseph has in his kitchen and slowlywalk over to him. “Joseph?” He doesn’t react, just keeps on adding flour to thebatter-like substance in the bowl in front of him. And keeps on pouring. Youreach out and turn the box upright before the bowl can overflow. As in atrance, Joseph simply turns and picks up his electric whisk. “Joseph, no, giveme that—“ After some struggle, you manage to take the device out of his hands.He frowns at you, then turns around and walks out of the kitchen. Hurriedly,you follow. He wanders around the living room for a bit, occasionally bumpingagainst the wall, before suddenly turning and stalking towards you. You backaway until your back hits the wall; the next moment, his lips are pressedagainst yours and he slips a hand under your shirt. “Joseph! Joseph, stop, what—“You once read you shouldn’t shake sleepwalking people, but wake them with loudnoises, so, thankful you had taken it with you, you reach for your phone andplay the loudest song you know. Joseph flinches. He releases his grip on youand stumbles backwards, blinking at you confusedly, barely awake. “Y/N?”“It’s a long story. Let’s go to bed…”

☕ You wake up to the smell of… something unpleasant. You scrunch upyour nose and turn on your side so you can peek at the clock, which reads halfpast four am. Slowly, you stand up and walk into the kitchen. The light is on, butthere is no sign of the perpetrator. No sign of Mat, whose side of the bed hadbeen suspiciously empty. A strange noise coming from the living room attractsyour attention, so, rubbing your eyes, you walk over there. To find Mat stand infront of the potted plant he got Carmensita as a test to see whether she couldkeep another being alive before getting her a cat. You’re not sure what he’sdoing until you walk around him. “Um, baby, why are you applying nail polish tothe plant…” He must have been at it for some time, too, given how much of thelarge leaf is already pink and not its natural green. There was no salvaging thispoor creature, you think, taking a moment to mourn the plant’s inevitable death(you’d have to ask Damien if plants could survive nail polish). Right now,though, you have better things to worry about. Namely, Mat. He doesn’t react toyour presence, but keeps on applying the nail polish with shaky but rhythmicalstrokes. Half the bottle is already gone, most of it on his hands. You shakeyour head and take the bottle from him. “Come on, Mat, let’s get you cleaned up…”“But Martha…” You don’t even ask. “She’ll still be there when we’re done. Comeon, chopp chopp.” You thank whoever is in charge up in the heavens that Matobeys without any protest.

🌹”Dude, Y/N, you have to get up.” You groan andturn around to bury your face in the pillow, but the annoying voice won’t haveany of that. Its owner shakes you until you give in and look up, just to wakeinstantly. “Lucien,” you say, already jumping out of bed. His expressionactivates all your Dad senses. “What’s wrong? Where’s Damien?” The other sideof the bed, you only realised now, is empty. Immediately, your brain jumps tothe worst conclusions. It must have been visible in your face, since Lucienreaches and squeezes your shoulder. “Don’t worry. Dad is fine. Just…” His lipstwitch; you realise he’s trying not to snicker. “Just follow me.” You do, notso much worried anymore as utterly confused. Lucien leads you into the bathroomand flicks on the light. Your eyes adjust after a few seconds and you see…Unlike Lucien, you cannot stop yourself from laughing. Damien is lying in thebathtub, wrapped snuggly in his cape. Instead of water, there are marshmallowsin the tub. You didn’t even know you had some in the house. “What the…?” Lucienshrugs. “I think he’s sleepwalking. Well, sleepwalked. Looks like he’s asleepnow.” You shake your head and sit on the edge of the tub. “Should we carry him—“A knock on the door interrupts you and a voice calls out. “Um, hello? Is anyoneawake? There’s a trail of what I believe to be my stolen marshmallows leadingup to your front door…” You and Lucien groan in unison.

🎣 Maxwell’s excited barking is what wakes you up, though the lack ofbody heat from next to you had slowly started to unsettle your unconsciousnessby then. You crack open an eye and frown. A glance at the clock doesn’t help,either, and so all you can do is sit up and investigate. From under the bed youtake the plank Brian had given you after someone broke into a house near yours;you hope you won’t have to use it now. You turn around the corner and squint aslight assaults your eyes. It takes a few seconds for them to adjust, but oncethey do, you’re left just as confused as you were before. There’s Brian, onlyin his boxers, holding Maxwell’s leash in one hand and a banana in the other.He looks awake, but something doesn’t feel right. His voice sounds sluggishalmost, off. “We’re going on a walk, Maxwell! Are you excited? I know I amexcited! Walkies, Maxwell!” You rub your eyes, just to make sure you aren’tdreaming, but when the scene doesn’t dissipate you step forward and clear yourthroat. “Brian, what… what are you doing? It’s, like, five am.”“Taking Maxwell on a walk.” The corgi barks and jumps up and down. “That’sright, Maxwell, we’re going on a walk!” After blinking a few times indisbelief, you pinch your nose and sigh. “No, Brian, why don’t we go back intothe living room…” You take the leash from his hands. The banana, you let himkeep, even though you don’t understand what it’s for.

👟 You’re not sure what’s funnier: River’s confused face or Craig’s actions.In the end, you go for the most neutral decision, which is both. You had beenwoken up by River repeatedly saying “Pwane!”, like she always does when you orCraig feed her. Which, in itself, wouldn’t have been that weird and worthy gettingout of the very warm and comfortable bed for, but after you looked at theclock, you realised it was in the middle of the night. Also, the bed next toyou was empty. The sight you were presented with upon walking into the kitchen,bare-footed and very confused, explained some things, but also raised far morequestions than it could answer. Craig is standing in front of River, still onlydressed in his pyjamas, holding a spoon which he brings down to River’s mouthwhile making plane noises. There’s nothing on the spoon, but River isn’tcomplaining, and Craig doesn’t seem to notice. Amused, you sit down at thetable and rest your chin on your folded arms. With no knives or other dangerousobjects in the vicinity, there’s no reason to try to force Craig out of thekitchen. You doubt he’d let you, anyway, not until he finishes feeding his babygirl. Craig starts making engine noises again and brings down the spoon; River,clapping excitedly, opens her mouth but Craig misses by several inches. Youwatch the same thing happen two dozen more times before you scoop River intoyour arms and herd Craig out of the kitchen.

📖 You find Hugo trying to button up his vest.Half the buttons he managed so far are wrong and upon looking more closely, yourealise that it’s because the vest is on backwards. Which shouldn’t be thefirst thing you notice that’s out of order, but then, you’re still half-asleep,so you feel like you can cut yourself some slack. You rub your eyes and stiflea yawn. It’s five in the morning, it’s still dark outside and while night owlslike Robert might still be awake at this point, you usually aren’t. “Hugo, whatare you doing?” At first it doesn’t look like he hears or even notices you, butthen you hear him whisper, so faintly you almost miss it. “Got to go to work…” Witha fond sigh you walk over to him and put your hands on his shoulders. “Hugo,dear, school doesn’t start for another two hours. Not that you have to go towork tomorrow, well, today, because it’s Saturday. Why don’t we go back to bed?”Thankfully, he doesn’t resist as you gently nudge him forward, back to yourbedroom. If he had, you’re certain you wouldn’t have been able to stop him. He’smuscular, much stronger than you, and the last thing you want is to be slammedon the ground by your sleepwalking boyfriend. You help Hugo out of his vest andtake off his shoes. Then, you push him to lie back down and settle in next tohim. This time, Hugo actually stays asleep and unmoving.

#dream daddy #dream daddy: a dad dating simulator #dream daddy a dad dating simulator #ddadds #ddadds imagine #food mention tw #allhaildaveeddiggs

[peterjonesparker]

If you're taking prompts how about spideychelle with peter being jealous?

hello! thank you so much for sending this! i’m sorry it too me a bit to get it done! i’m currently on a road trip so i don’t have that much time. as someone who really struggles to write anything but fluff (lol), this was an interesting challenge! because jealousy is such a complicated emotion! for more angst: check out @spideyxchelle‘s jealous!peter headcanons here and here! they are soooo good!!!

also again, thanks to @accioharry for reading over this before i posted, like she always does. and check out her headcanons! and she’s cool i guess so maybe follow her?

but anyway, here’s wonderwall a fic in which peter parker has the best girlfriend. but everyone else notices too and it’s becoming an issue™ for peter. (ao3)

a short list of things peter lovesabout his life:

being spiderman, which he’s got onlock

aunt may, who hugs him when he’s sadand gives him good advice

going to mit, for which he’s payingbasically nothing thanks to financial aid and scholarships

knowing tony stark, who managed toconvince aunt may to let him live off campus after sophomore year and to lettony pay for said apartment

ned, his best friend, who’s killing itat columbia

michelle, who is, objectively, really fucking awesome, and also in lovewith him

a short list of things peter doesn’tlove about his life:

michelle is irresistible to peopleother than peter parker

peter parker gets jealous

a brief saga of thegreen eyed monster in peter parker’s life

chapter one

michellespends the night at peter’s apartment more often than not. the apartment is incambridge, so it’s close to her campus and it’s significantly less noisy thather floor in the dorm. plus, it’s nice to spend that time together especially sincethey can’t take all the same classes if they aren’t at the same colleges.frankly, peter’s life off campus has significantly improved since michellestarted partaking in it. she keeps his apartment well stocked with tea, snacks,and deli cuts because peter alwaysforgets to eat and he needs his protein.

so peter isn’ttoo surprised when he comes home to find orchids on the kitchen counter. hethinks they look pretty and seem to match with the rest of the apartment. andif michelle likes them, it’s more than alright with him. “where’d you get theflowers?” he asks when michelle comes out of the bathroom.

“oh, those?”she runs her hands over the petals gently. “my old lab partner got them for me.”she beams. “she said they reminded her of me.”

“the flowers?”peter questions, incredulous. because, really?flowers reminded her of michelle? “isn’t this the same lab partner from freshmanyear who declared her undying love for you at the end of your sciencerequirement?”

“yeah, butthat was two years ago.” michelle smiles down at the flowers before going tothe stove to heat up some water in the kettle (also courtesy of michelle). “wantsome tea?”

peter doesn’tsay anything for a few moments, just looking at her with his eyebrows drawntogether because really? flowers don’tremind you of people!! michelle scoffs, turning back to the tea. “you’re aloser.” but a few seconds later: “I’ll make you chamomile.”

chapter two

peter doesn’tthink about how great other people must find michelle again until a few weeks laterwhen he goes to surprise her after her last class of the day. he bookedreservations at that fancy greek place she’s been wanting to go to for the lastmonth. (so, tony may have helped. but peter’s not too prideful to refuse help towoo his girlfriend.) he waits outside the door as everyone slowly filters outof the classroom. but michelle doesn’t come out.

he peeks hishead in the classroom and a more basal part of him rears its ugly head.michelle is at the front of the classroom, laughing with that one TA he met atthe beginning of the semester. mark hadseemed a little too fond of michelle, considering it had been one week into theclass and she was his student. sopeter does something he will later claim that he would have done on any givenday because michelle is his girlfriend and the love of his life and he’s alwayshappy to see her.

yes, that’s precisely the reason why he walks downto the front of the classroom, wraps his arm around michelle’s waist, andkisses her before turning to mark and extending his hand in greeting. “hello, I’mmj’s boyfriend, peter.”

“I remember.”mark smiles, small and brief. peter keeps his arm around michelle, who doesn’tseem to notice any tension between the two. which is good. the last thing hewants is for his stupid jealousy to affect her in any way. he hates that it’salready affecting his actions because it’s such an old, archaic thing.

but: “I hateto break this up, but michelle, I got us reservations at that greek place youwanted to try.”

“oh mygoodness!” michelle’s face lights up and she grabs his face, kissing himquickly on the mouth. “have I ever told you that I’m in love with you?” petersmiles, dopey and bashful. because: oh mygoodness, she’s in love with me, oh my goodness, this is amazing, oh my goodness.

and then marksays quickly, “I should really get going. lots of papers to grade.” heemphasizes his point by lifting the large stack of papers in his arms. andpeter feels a bit badly now because mark has a long day ahead of him and he andmichelle were really only laughing. peter could have waited outside.

“it wasreally nice seeing you again, mark.” peter lets go of michelle for a moment toshake mark’s free hand. “hope to see you around sometime.” and a part of him istotally lying out of his ass. but a part of him also knows mark has helpedmichelle a lot in this class and made the experience so much easier. so a partof him means it.

but then markis leaving the classroom and michelle grabs his ass and bites his ear and peterdoesn’t really have the brain capacity for anything other than her at thismoment.

chapter three

peter doeshis best to avoid harvard parties. don’t get him wrong. he loves michelle andhe enjoys all the friends she’s made there. they all seem like really cool,really chill people. it’s just…well, whenever peter goes to harvard parties,someone inevitably makes him feel badly about not going to harvard. as if hewasn’t intelligent enough to get in. and he wants to punch them in the facebecause he’s fucking smart and capable and he chose to go to mit and mit’sgreat and he loves the people there and he doesn’t need to be at a school thatwas founded in the seventeenth century to be happy. but it’s usually someasshole dudebro drunk off his ass, so he doesn’t take the swing.

that’s whypeter tries to stay close to michelle whenever they do go to harvard parties.because she hangs out with her friends, who are all not asshole dudebros, andthen peter also gets to spend more time with michelle, which he never complainsabout.

it’s justthat…well…sometimes michelle gets approached at parties. for various reasons bydifferent people. he wants to laugh at the audacity of some people, who justcome up to michelle, as she’s standing right next to peter, and start blatantlyflirting with her and propositioning her. those are funnier and even mj laughsthose ones off. but the ones she can’t laugh off are the people she knows, whopeter can recognize are totally head over heels for michelle jones. because,really, who wouldn’t be?

so when, on aparticular saturday night when it’s a bit too chilly so they all drink more towarm up, one of michelle’s classmates from comparative religion comes up to thepair and promptly ignores peter to start having a conversation with michelle,peter decides it’s the perfect time to rest his arm around her waist. he’llblame it on the need for warmth in this dingy basement. that’s why he pulls hera bit more snug against his side and leans his head over onto her shoulder. helooks at the guy’s (damian’s?) shoes and just smiles, squeezing every so oftenon michelle’s waist so that she’ll twitch and hitch her breath.

and if, whenthey’re sobering up and walking back to peter’s apartment, arms pulling eachother close, peter can’t stop kissing her cheek and her neck and her lips.well, he’ll say it’s because the snow fell in her hair so beautifully that hehad to give her little lovings.

chapter four

peter hasbeen hearing about alicia for aboutsix weeks now. and even though he’s never met her, he knows he dislikes her. which, may be a bit unfair to alicia. but,in his defense, he’s had to hear about how amazing she is every single friday forthe last five weeks. he knows all about thesexy philosophy grad student who leads michelle’s discussions. how everyone’sbasically in love with alicia. how alicia is so well spoken and eloquent and knowledgeable.how alicia’s accent is really sexy. how alicia dresses phenomenally even thoughshe always looks like she’s operating on two hours of sleep. how alicia pays somuch attention to detail and questions them all on each word they use toexplain something. peter knows far too much about alicia for his liking.

when michellecomes back from discussion on a friday in late january telling peter all abouteverything alicia said today, peter can’t take it. so he walks up to mj andkisses her so that she’s quiet. but then michelle’s hand goes to his ass andshe’s pulling him closer and then peter is stumbling backward and leading totwo of them to their his bed. clothes disappear and then peter’s betweenher thighs for the next twenty minutes, eating her out like it’s his last meal,until she’s crying out his name andpulling at his hair. when she sighsand pulls him back up for a kiss, he doesn’t let any of that go and soon she’sscratching at his back until it’s raw and he fucks her a bit more passionatelythat he usually does. but after they’re done, mj just chuckles a little andasks, incredulous and a bit breathy, “where the fuck did that come from?”

peter givesher a peck on the lips and says the first thing that comes to mind. “it’s theone week anniversary of the perfect score you got on your essay.”

she laughs,shoving at his shoulder. “god,  you’resuch a loser, sometimes.”

“didn’t seemlike it just a while ago.” he smirks, and she pulls him into a kiss to get himto shut up for once.

chapter five

it all comesto a head when they’re shopping together at the target near his apartment. they’rewalking through the aisles, laughing about who knows what when peter sees a guyshopping a ways away, staring at michelle every couple of seconds. something inpeter’s chest flutters and he puts his hand in the back pocket of her jeans. mjgives him a funny look but doesn’t say anything because she probably thinksthis is him being dorky because they watched stranger things before they camehere and this was totally an 80s fad.

but thenpeter takes it too far when he notices the guy staring a bit too long for peterto be comfortable and so he squeezes her ass a bit. and michelle jumps andyelps, turning around quickly and looking at him in shock. peter blushesferociously and pulls his hand away like he’s been burned because he did not just do that. he’s absolutely mortifiedand worried he’s screwed this up. but then mj laughs and slides her hand intohis back pocket, pinching his ass tightly and smirking.

peter smiles,slipping his hand back into her pocket and then they’re walking like that throughthe store like bozos but they don’t care because it’s hilarious and they get totouch each other’s asses. when they get back home, peter lifts mj into the airand spins her around and she shrieks in laughter. they tickle each other and wrestle,but peter manages to pin michelle down on the floor, his arms trapping hersabove her head. she lets out a quick breath and manages to ask, “why are youbeing so handsy today?” a smirk. “not that I’m complaining.”

peter palesand he releases her arm, leaning back slightly. they always try to be honestwith each other, so he gulps and whispers out, “because I’m an animal who can’tcontrol my jealous urges?”

mj is silentfor a few moments and peter’s absolutely positive he’s screwed everything upand she’s going to tell him, rightfully so, how jealousy is archaic and about possession.but then she laughs and pulls him down to kiss him smack on the mouth. when hepulls back, a bit dazed, she smiles. “good, I was worried I was the only one.”and…what? peter’s jaw drops andmichelle grabs his jaw with her hands, moving it side to side. “we’re onlyhuman, you dork. everyone gets jealous now and again.” she kisses him once more.“let’s just promise to talk about it if it starts to become a problem, yeah?”

peter nodsquickly, a smile growing on his face along with his blush. and then he leansdown, bites her ear, and whispers all the dirty things he’s going to do to her.michelle just blushes and smacks his ass.

a short listof things peter will never stop loving

being with michelle jones, who is incrediblypatient with him, which is good because he’s probably gonna marry this girl

#ask #anon #spiderman homcoming #peter parker #michelle jones #spideychelle #sh #otp: i'm just kidding i don't care #i write things

[lionesshathor]

Of Lekku and Boxer Shorts

It started with a Hera reference sheet, and @pomrania calling her headscarf...thingy “head underwear”.

Welp, “Head underwear” really got to me. Like, what if Hera ended up wearing one of Kanan’s boxers on her lekku at some point? Either out if desperation, as an attempt to flirt, or maybe she lost a bet? It would be even funnier if the fabric had some dorky heart pattern or lettering. Can you imagine her wearing some space-Hawaiian themed shorts with ALOHA printed across the ass(or in this case, brow)? Wouldn’t they be a bit loose, considering that a head and lekku are smaller than a waist and legs? Does Kanan own any sexy underwear?

And then I started headcanoning HARDER. (And fanfictioning!)

~~Desperation~~

“Just WHERE in the Nine Corellian Hells are my headscarves?!” Hera bellowed.

Kanan froze. It had been his night for laundry; had he forgotten to bring up everything after sorting? “Hold on, I’ll get your stuff out of the cleaning unit!” He called back, dashing to the cubby near the cargo hold. Yes, there was the barrel-shaped washer/dryer, full to the brim with clothes. Except...the usual “cycle complete” light wasn’t lit. In fact, now that he looked at it, the clothes seemed to be exactly the way he’d left them when he put them in. Panic crawling up his throat, he checked the chutes for soap and softener. Neatly filled, undisturbed...

“Ka-naaaaaan!” Hera yowled.

Oh, she was going to be PISSED. He’d forgotten to turn the stupid thing on, and a full cleaning cycle lasted hours!

Kanan reached for his comm, bracing himself. “I...uhm, the laundry isn’t ready.”

Silence, deadly silence...

He gulped and held it as far away from himself as he could while still picking up his voice. “I kinda...forgot to...turn the machine on?”

“You WHAT?!” Not good. The last time she’d been this angry was when she’d discovered a hidden bottle of booze in his cabin. “I need a headscarf, Kanan! I can’t exactly pilot the Ghost from my bunk! You’d better come up with one, even if you have to sew it yourself!”

The commlink was shaking, whether from the force of Hera’s rage or Kanan’s dread was unclear. “I’ll, ah, see what I can do...” He managed.

Ten minutes later, he appeared at her cabin with a replacement. Hera glowered at him, and then regarded the clothing in his hand.

“Are those... boxer shorts?” She asked.

Kanan pressed his face against the bulkhead to hide his blush, holding the white underwear at arm’s length. “They’re clean, I found the most pristine pair I could, and it’s the closest thing I could find to what you wear...” He mumbled against the metal.

A hand brushed his, taking the offered boxers. Kanan fled to the cockpit.

When Hera joined him, boxer shorts neatly threaded over her lekku and under her pilot’s cap, he did his best not to stare.

“The laundry’s in progress.” He offered quietly.

Her only response was to growl and start punching buttons on the console, getting the Ghost ready to fly.

~~Flirting~~

“C’mere, Luv. I’ve got a surprise for you tonight...”

Kanan flicked on the lights in her cabin, the door whooshing shut behind him. Hera was lounged on her bunk, sporting her usual thermal sleep-suit except...

He gawked. Hera’s head and lekku were draped in pastel pink fabric, with palm trees and stylized waves patterned across the lot of it. On the elastic adorning her brow, bold lettering of “STUD” (or ‘DUTS’, since he was reading it upside down.) glared back at him.

“I didn’t even know you had something like this.” She continued, enjoying his befuddled yet aroused expression. “When did you get it? I don’t recall any tropical gift shops on our various adventures.”

Kanan swallowed hard, regaining enough brain power to speak. “I, ah, may have charmed that off a barmaid on Rion...” he said. “She offered me a night of fun, I declined, and then she tried to bargain with the shorts. Said it’d be so good I would need something to remember it by, that she could get me whatever I desired from the tourist shop overstock. But I said no again, so she threw them at me.”

Hera laughed. “You kept these? Ever since we went to Rion? Have you even worn them?”

“Not really, no” He said sheepishly. “They tend to remind me of the carouser I used to be, of when I would take up offers like that at every turn.”

Hera sobered. “What changed?”

“I met you, Hera Syndulla.” Kanan smiled. “There’s never been another woman for me, not since the day I blundered into you on Gorse.”

“Well, then,” She said, standing and coming up to caress his face. “Perhaps this can become something more than a mark of shame.”

Kanan leaned into her touch, but halted as he became level with the lettering once more. He sighed exasperatedly at the pink fabric and ridiculous pattern.

“Oh, gimme those.” he said, yanking them off her lekku. “I can’t take you seriously in tropical boxer shorts. Not even a revolutionary of your caliber can make these things meaningful.”

~~Losing a Bet~~

Long hyperspace jumps let to boredom. Boredom led to numerous improvised games, and poor judgement. Poor judgement led to making bets that the rational, calculating Captain Hera Syndulla would never have considered, had she been sane.

Losing said bets meant wearing a pair of white boxers under her usual headgear, hoping the rest of the crew wouldn’t notice. For a full day cycle aboard the ship.

Ezra seemed to buy her lie about “trying some looser, more casual headscarf”. Sabine just looked at the plain fabric, declared it too boring, and offered to paint it. When told no, she gave it another, more critical look, but otherwise kept her mouth shut. Zeb did his best to smother his laughter, knowing full well what he was looking at but trying to help his captain save face. He also offered to maul Kanan, but Hera politely declined. She thanked him for the gesture though, oddly pleased by the Lasat’s desire to defend her dignity.

Chopper didn’t say a word, likely because Hera threatened to pull his battery for the entire time. He had been conspicuously absent, likely giving Kanan an extra dose of his usual antics in retaliation.

Finally, the day was over and she could take the stupid thing off. She tossed it contemptuously in the laundry, and flopped into her bunk with a relieved sigh.

The next morning, she woke to her commlink beeping. Sleepily pawing at the cylinder, she finally got it in her hand and sat up to answer.

“Spectre two here, what is it?”

“Uh, it’s Kanan.” Came the reply. “The kids must’ve been angry about yesterday, because... Ugh, you better come see this.”

“Alright alright, gimme a minute.” She groused, reaching for her clothes. She quickly dressed and went to Kanan’s cabin.

The Jedi was surrounded by laundry, a blanket wrapped around his waist. Neatly sorted piles of clothes dotted the room, Sabine’s here, Ezra’s there...

Kanan was currently sifting through his own clothes, occasionally dropping a damaged article in a small heap. Hera looked closer, drowsiness making it hard to grasp what she was looking at. Mostly small, white things, obviously burnt.

It clicked. Someone had gotten ahold of Kanan’s underwear, and burnt enormous holes in each pair, rendering them useless. Memories of Chopper being gone most of yesterday returned; he must have taken his electro-prod to the whole lot in spite.

“Oh my stars...” Hera murmured, not sure if this was funny or tragic.

“It gets worse.” Kanan grumbled. “Remember that pair you were wearing? He spared it, and it looks like maybe he took it to Sabine...” He held up a pair of white boxers, with Property of Hera Syndulla written across the waistband in neat green letters. A copy of her lekku pattern had even been stenciled over the legs.

Hera couldn’t help herself. She sat down on his bunk and laughed, pity giving way to the sheer absurdity of his predicament. Oh, Chopper and whoever else he let in on it would get a scolding and be sent off to buy new underwear, but for now she could enjoy watching her hapless partner realize he had no choice but to wear the offending boxers.

It was going to be an interesting day...

#kanan jarrus #hera syndulla #swr #pomrania #head underwear

[a-non-sequitur]

Rogue One: Catalyst: Thoughts

- link to my other Rogue One blabberings -

Finally finished reading Rogue One: Catalyst by James Luceno, or as it's also known by:

Lyra Erso: Badass;

Lyra Erso: They Could Have Easily Created Parallels Between You and Chirrut+Baze in the Film Instead of Ignoring Your Existence;

Lyra/Galen OTP Fever: How to Write a Strong, Balanced Couple While Still Giving Them Relationship Hurdles;

"I'm Thirsty for You and Your D, Galen," Screams Krennic Into the Rain

with foreword by Galen Erso, "Who Is This? And What Does He Mean By My D?"

and annotated by Lyra Erso, *The dickbag is talking about the Death Star, honey.

Tarkin/Krennic: Hux/Kylo Ren Got Nothing On This Hate Couple

and finally: Jyn Erso Is A Normal Human Child: how this makes her future character arc 1000x more painful

NB: Have only seen the RO film and have now read this book. This is going to be long and about 90% quotes related to characterization.

General Impression:

Writing was okay. Not great, but not bad. (This is especially apparent since I've just started reading the RO novelization, and the difference in quality is pretty startling.) Nice quick read.

Lyra is fantastic.

Galen is pretty interesting.

Jyn is adorable and normal, and it breaks my heart.

Krennic is... wow, I just want to laugh because he's so absurd but also a Terrible Human Being.

Tarkin is fascinating (see waaaay below for details).

Lyra Erso

No one holds this bitch down.

"She had no recourse. She wasn’t built to hold things in; to be complacent or compliant."

"Some of Orson’s remarks had made her wonder whether she and Galen were under surveillance, or even whether her personal comlink might be bugged. But she didn’t care either way. Orson may have drawn the line in the sand, but she would be the one to step over it."

Lyra loves exercising and exploring. She wants to go everywhere in the galaxy!

"She needed wind and rain, cyclones, quakes, and the threat of avalanches. Unpredictability. Natural forces at work."

She sees the galaxy with very, very clear eyes.

“Who knows to what ends Dooku might have put this crystal.”// “I can guess,” Lyra said carefully, “since Dooku loosed a droid army on the galaxy.”

"This is the Emperor’s dream,” [said Galen.] // Lyra wrinkled her nose. “Can’t we just call him Palpatine—in private, I mean?

Lyra is probably mildly Force-sensitive.

She was against coming to Vallt, where she and Galen would later be imprisoned, from the start. 

"Her reverence for the Force had evolved from an enduring love of nature."

"... even if she wasn’t able to use the Force, she could at least feel it."

"But being pregnant with Jyn—especially while in captivity—had made her aware of the Force in a way she imagined the Jedi experienced: a profound connection with life that went beyond mere understanding."

"...she was secretly glad that [Galen] was no longer attempting to synthesize or create facsimiles of kyber crystals. One might as well try to clone the Force itself, or turn to magic in an effort to simulate the power."

"She would often sky-cab to the Jedi Temple grounds and exercise there, basking in the energy of that elegant site, surrounded by a nexus of the Force."

"The Jedi killed by the thousands, their Temple the scene of a battle, scant survivors scattered to the stars, the Force dispersed…She was as heartbroken as if she had lost a family member, and had cried for hours."

[Saw] pulled his datapad from his pant pocket and showed them the image of a green, black, and blue planet with a wide ring. “It’s called Lah’mu.” / Papa looked at the image and said, “It looks unspoiled.”

this is significant because Lyra talks a whole bunch about “untouched” nature and its strong connection to the Force throughout the book.

Galen Erso

has a very interesting brain

"he felt as if he already held the entire galaxy in his thoughts."

"He had a greater fear of attention than he did failure, refusing even to celebrate his birthday much less receive gifts or acclamation. With romance he was hopeless, pretending disinterest when in fact he was confused by his changing body and how it sometimes took him out of his mind, out of his deep thinking."

"...inability to find refuge even in his thoughts; to find what one of his mentors had called the still point in the turning world."

"He was suddenly lost without his research; torn between uncompromising tenderness for Lyra and Jyn and a sense of burden in being able to provide a flawless future for them."

"In his daily life he would sometimes go out of his way to introduce imperfection—in his drawings, his routines, his attempts at housecleaning—as a means of keeping himself from becoming overly occupied with results."

"It wasn’t that he didn’t wish to see the world as others did; he was unable to. He saw more deeply into things, and was attuned to nature’s own musings and inner dialogues."

"At times it seemed as if, in attempting to unlock the secrets of the kyber, he was trying to decode something about himself."

is very plain-spoken and direct.

"Most would have remembered him as the one who was always speaking out of turn."

"Galen merely shrugged. “Normalcy has taken leave of the galaxy.” / [A scientist named] Herbane’s jaw dropped a bit and he looked at Lyra. “Is your husband always so confrontational?” / “He speaks his mind,” Lyra said."

"But he was a terrible liar; he had no practice in the art. Never wanting to be involved in games, he had always spoken his mind. Where he was forever attempting to simplify his thinking, lying introduced complications."

“You could have at least made him work to get the current data,” [said Lyra, after escaping with Galen from Coruscant.] / “He’s welcome to whatever he finds. I could have sabotaged everything, but I don’t want to give the Empire a reason to hunt us down. We’re simply dropping out—although covertly. Besides, what I left will keep them occupied for a while.” / “Revenge was never your style.” / Galen considered it. “Orson may have worked me, but he didn’t force me.” 

Galen has such a rigid sense of principles that even though Krennic had blatantly lied to Galen and was weaponizing his research - the! very! last! thing! Galen! wanted! - Galen didn’t sabotage or delete anything because technically Krennic didn’t force him at blasterpoint.

And this, plus the quote about the inability to lie, makes me see RO!Galen in a whole different light? Because Galen ends up changing fundamental parts of his character because of the trauma Krennic puts him through (aka losing his family). And Jyn ends up irrevocably changed from who she was as a child because of Krennic. And it makes me wonder - what would have happened to Lyra if she had not died? How would she have been changed?

so basically the only reason Galen isn't known throughout the galaxy as a genius of the highest caliber is because he can't write scientific papers.

 when Krennic shows Galen the ruins of a facility on another planet, Galen (rightly) assumes that the scientific team there fucked up duplicating his kyber research, causing the experiment to explode.  Galen says, "I was very precise in my notes."  But when Krennic had interviewed the team a couple of chapters earlier, they said that the data and methods they'd be given "aren't specific enough in many instances" and that provided equations were "in a shorthand difficult to decipher."

Galen sent out his research findings to his colleagues in his own special shorthand without thinking of defining anything

And it's mentioned throughout the book that the way he writes is very rambly and with tangents and he'll write in different directions on a page and cram every bit of space with words

what makes this even funnier is that it's Lyra who he trusts to transcribe his notes. Which means that she transcribes all this down, doesn't get most of what it means but assumes any of Galen's scientific peers must understand it, and sends it on as is. And Galen trusts Lyra, so when she doesn't ask for further clarification on the notes, that must mean they're okay for sending!

like, i imagine galen could never figure out why he never got published, and Lyra's just like, "Honey, they'll realize they're missing out on something great soon." and on another planet, scientific journal editors and peer review boards internally scream when looking at the gibberish this supposedly hotshot scientist is sending them AGAIN and they throw everything into the trash compactor AGAIN because what the fuck they had told him to clarify, not write more nonsense

you don’t understand. this is h.i.l.a.r.i.o.u.s.

headcanon:

one way that Galen slows down work on the Death Star is that he takes his terrible research writing habits and exaggerates it to the max.  You know how Leonardo da Vinci used to write backwards, right-to-left?  Galen starts pulling off that shit ASAP but adds vertical/diagonal/loop-de-loop writing, too.

Krennic had to actually hire codebreakers to be part of the "Transcribe Galen Erso's Notes" team just because Galen's notes became so illegible.

Galen used to take the time to simplify and re-simplify and re-simplify whatever crazy, complicated idea was in his head when he talked to Lyra until she could understand.  On Eadu, when scientists and engineers ask for clarification, he'll restate whatever concept in equally if not moreso confusing terms, using long weirdass metaphors. Or he'll just completely ignore them, saying, "Leave me be! I'm at a breakthrough!" And woe be those who interrupt Galen when he's breakthrough-ing.

Dr. Erso is such a nice - if quiet - man, think his coworkers. But every time he writes some indecipherable equation on his lab's boards, they have the intense, passionate urge to wring his neck.

Lyra/Galen, my OTP (with Lyra/Galen/Bodhi being my OTThreesome that will never be, apparently):

They're hot for each other:

"[Lyra] recalled the first time she’d set eyes on [Galen] on Espinar, thinking: If this guy was any more magnetic, pieces of metal would fly across the room and start sticking to him…"

"that what [Lyra] interpreted as hostility was actually a ploy that allowed [Galen] to maintain a safe distance from her while he sorted out what she wanted from him and solved the calculus of their relationship."

"what Galen had found in [Lyra]: his opposite."

"The expedition lasted six local months, and by the end of it they were lovers. She had made the first move, but he had gotten the hang of things very quickly."

aka: Galen was a virgin or with little experience, and the two ended up fucking like bunnies.

They have an incredibly healthy relationship where they respect each other's abilities?!

"With her maternal instincts running strong, she had to resist an urge to intercede [on Galen's behalf]. After all, she wasn’t Galen’s parent; she was his partner."

Lyra to Krennic, who is trying to shame Lyra for making Galen's work "harder for him": “He’s his own person, in any case, and whatever stress I introduce isn’t going to cripple his concentration or interfere with his work.”

"She restrained an impulse to touch Galen or send him any kind of reassuring message. The job was his choice and she was determined to stay out of it."

“I’m hardly sacrificing myself, Galen. Being here was as much my choice as yours.” She looked from Galen to Krennic and back again. “Anything else either of you want to say about my life?”

But are also incredibly devoted to each other and hold the other's opinions in the highest esteem?!

Galen to Lyra, regarding providing his research to the Separatists, who'll probably weaponize it: "Should I simply accept their terms? I will do it—for your sake, for the sake of our unborn daughter. You need only say the word."

Galen, while experiencing moral conflict over his research on Coruscant: "Would Lyra understand? Or would she accuse him of being so driven by a need to measure up to the challenge that he had not only abandoned caution and scientific discernment, but also dragged her and Jyn down with him? What would his legacy be then? Lyra might not see it as a noble lie so much as a grand betrayal."

When Jyn, Galen, and Lyra are doing research on a different planet that ends up being targeted by Separatists, they end up trying to run away from their over-run town but end up being cornered by Separatist droids. Galen is constantly putting himself in between the droids and Lyra/Jyn.

[Galen] turned to face [Lyra]. “I had myself convinced that I was doing it for you and Jyn and to safeguard future generations. Instead I failed as a husband, a father, and a scientist.” He snorted in a sad way, then said: “I can’t do anything about being a failed scientist, but I can correct the rest—if it’s not too late.” / She smiled in encouragement. “Don’t be an idiot. I didn’t fall in love with your research, Galen. I fell in love with you.” / He took her into his embrace and held her tightly, saying into her ear: “I love you and Jyn. You’re all that matter to me.” He’s back, she thought, resting her head against his chest.

Kyber Crystals

How kybers are found:

“In most cases, kybers are brought to the surface by seismic activity—movements along slippage fault lines, and typically only when an oceanic plate is sliding against a continental plate. But even then the movement has to be horizontal. The crystals rise, gathering impurities or other minerals along the way. That’s why it has always been said of kybers that they are more often grown than mined."

Characteristics:

Close and extended contact with kybers is detrimental to sleep.

"Even on the nights when sheer exhaustion overwhelmed his racing thoughts, the crystals infiltrated his dreams. The Jedi were believed to have been able to establish a kind of rapport with the kybers through the Force. Was it possible that the crystals could affect non-Force-users as well?"

“The internal structure is unlike anything I’ve seen. It’s almost a bridge between organic and inorganic, as close to alive as a stone can be—which I suspect is why the Jedi were able to interact with kybers through the Force."

"It warmed as he curled his hand around it, but he knew from previous research that the crystal would show no change in temperature; and he knew also that it would not warm a sheath or a towel or any inanimate object. It responded only to life, even plant life. Which made the Jedi’s use of it to power their lightsabers all the more ironic and mysterious."

"kyber’s mix of transparency and opacity—characteristics the ancient Jedi had referred to as “the water of the kyber.”"

"By rights lightsabers shouldn’t have been able to cut through meter-thick durasteel and yet they could, which lent credence to the notion of their being augmented by the Force itself."

"One Jedi commentator had called the kyber a somnolent stone that needed to be woken up to perform its purpose. But that same commentator had cautioned that the crystal was also easily insulted and a Jedi needed to take care."

Galen: "Now that he’d found a way to alter the internal structure of the crystals, the kybers seemed in turn to have found a way to alter his."

Kyber Necklace

Krennic had showed Lyra & Galen some kyber crystals as a way to tempt Galen to continue his kyber research. Lyra is the one who realizes that they came from Jedi lightsabers. Later on in the novel, Galen reveals that he keeps one of those crystals in his pocket. There's never any mention of Lyra's necklace throughout the book, so I'm pretty sure that Galen gives Lyra the kyber crystal post-escape

WHOSE LIGHTSABER DID IT COME FROM

c'mon, someone write about how that Jedi hangs around Lyra and Jyn as a Force Ghost. please please please.

Orson Krennic

started as an engineer.  Helped design/build a bunch of buildings, including on Coruscant

actually thinks, "Vader’s eccentric fashion sense notwithstanding"

[Krennic] turned back to Galen. “I wasn’t born brilliant or especially talented, but I’m capable and I’m driven, and that’s brought me to where I am."

Gotta give him credit: he really is a great manipulator. Tricked Has Obitt - the smuggler who would later smuggle the Ersos off Coruscant - and Tarkin into starting an all-out war between the Empire and an independent star system.

Krennic/Galen

One-Sided As Fuckkkkkk

I tried so hard to figure out how to describe their relationship.

Krennic is a Nice Guy (TM).

Krennics's that Guy who hangs around you a lot and you're kind of ???? about it but don't really say anything for or against said hovering, so he makes this epic love story between the two of you?  And gets weirdly jealous around your friends?

Krennic is kinda like the Star Wars version of Severus Snape, with Galen serving as Lily, Lyra as James, and Jyn as Harry. Except the "friendship" is pretty one-sided all the time, Krennic doesn't have any redemption attempts for his shitty-ass decisions, and Lyra was never a bully. Jyn as Harry seems pretty damn accurate, tho.

“except it seems I no longer have to fight your battles,” [said Krennic.] Galen wiped the drink from his face and nursed his fist. “You never did.”

“It can’t have escaped your attention that you have a powerful ally in Orson Krennic,” [said Tarkin.] / Galen raised his eyes from the carpet. “We were acquaintances in the Futures Program. Years ago.”

Quotes showing Krennic's Thirst for Galen:

[After rescuing the Ersos from Vallt:] Once inside, Krennic whirled Galen into an embrace. “How wonderful to see you after all this time!”

“We have to put some meat back on those bones of yours,” he said as he crossed the cabin to Galen, “but I think I could get used to the beard.”

"... and on a couple of occasions [Krennic] had been Galen’s protector in fights or brawls."  

[Lyra said,] “You realize that he’s never going to stop looking for you, Galen. You’re in his blood, crystal research or no. He’s never going to let go of you entirely.”

[When Krennic suspects the Ersos are escaping, but Krennic's stuck in traffic.] The anger and despair he had felt in the airspeeder returned and settled on him like a great weight. “Galen,” he said, as if orphaned. Then: “Galen!” shouting it to the busy sky.

Yes, Krennic just shouted Galen's name into the sky.

Krennic haaaaaaates Lyra omg (the feelings becomes increasingly mutual)

Krennic thinking about Lyra/Galen's courtship: "Still, he hadn’t expected the love affair to last more than a couple of months, and was shocked when they wed."

Thinking about the courtship again: "[Krennic was] being entertained by [Galen’s] bright-eyed confession that he had fallen in love. Galen, who would scarcely raise his eyes when a pretty woman entered a room, in love? It had to be a joke. The thought of Galen’s genius being undermined by some grasping creature drove him to distraction."

drove him to distraction

those words were actually written and published

Krennic said, "The Emperor has made reparations and reconstruction a priority, and one way he hopes to achieve this is by being able to provide sustainable energy to worlds that have suffered on both sides of the conflict.” He gestured with his chin to Galen. “Even your own Grange [Galen's home planet].” / Lyra’s brows quirked in a sign of doubt. “This is the same Palpatine who couldn’t get anything done as supreme chancellor?” / Krennic stared at her. “He defeated the Separatists.” / “With a lot of help.”

[When Krennic tries to make Lyra resent Galen for "holding her back":] [Lyra] regarded [Krennic] frankly. “I haven’t put my life on hold, Orson. My career, maybe, but certainly not my life.”

[Krennic said to Galen,] “You know what I find interesting—or maybe ironic is the word. It’s that each of us wants what’s best for you. In a way, we’re competing to make you happy, as old-fashioned as that sounds. And each of us has a different idea about what you should be doing. Especially now that you two have a child, Lyra wants you to be settled on a course that will mean the most for the family—fulfilled in a somewhat conventional way—and I maintain that you’re meant for bigger things, and will continue to do whatever I can to bring opportunities to your attention.” / Galen smiled thinly. “Don’t think I don’t appreciate it.”

[Krennic, regarding Lyra:] "That left only one person who still needed to be broken."

[Krennic said to Galen,] “Don’t you see what Lyra’s really trying to do? She’s using these alleged concerns to persuade you to abandon your research. Her goal is to keep you to herself—to stand in the way of your legacy.”

[Lyra, when thinking about Krennic's machinations:] "Was Galen to become the prize in a contest between them? Well, hadn’t he always been that?"

Krennic also hates Jyn

probably because she reminds him how Galen didn't Choose Him (the Snape parallels are strongggg)

he forgets her name 2/3 of the book and calls her "it" in his head

"Orson tracked [toddler Jyn], his upper lip curled in what seemed disapproval. “She’s feisty.”

“Yes, how is the child?” Krennic asked, all but sneering. “Into everything, I’ll bet.”

"The fact was that work on the superlaser was stalled, and Galen’s insights were needed more than ever. After all [Krennic] had done for Galen! Fame would have come to him. Grandeur. Legacy. Without his science, Galen was a nonentity. And Lyra… Flushed with anger, he peeled his gloves off as he walked and threw them violently to the polished floor. He would leave no stone unturned in the search for them.

Two things:

one: he's walking down a hallway in this scene. he literally throws his gloves to the ground and keeps walking down a hallway. our fave drama queen.

two: i honestly cannot decide whether that last line was a massive piece of dramatic irony purposefully written by the author. It's just... so good?! And hilarious?!  Looks like Krennic forgot to give that order on Lah'mu to his troopers.

Tarkin/Krennic: A Never-ending Dick Measuring Contest

"The two officers [Krennic and Tarkin] had begun to circle each other as they spoke. “Our main weapon will have more firepower than ten vessels that size,” Krennic said. / Tarkin looked at him out of the corner of his eye. “Should it ever reach completion.”"

Ok, so I'm not going to get into all the scenes/lines that the two had between them (mostly because I didn't highlight them on my Kindle), but:

the greatest reveal of this book (other than Lyra's awesomeness)

is that the reason the Ersos escaped to Lah'mu in the first place

is because Tarkin facilitated their flight

ok, it's not confirmed, but it's heavily implied

remember that unexpected war I mentioned earlier that Krennic tricked Tarkin into fighting? So Tarkin saves Has - originally Krennic's agent, who betrayed the Empire after being Shown The Light by Lyra - in order to question him, and realizes that Krennic had played both of them. and so Tarkin is PISSED (and relunctantly impressed). And Tarkin knows Has is anti-Krennic. So Tarkin goes, "Hey, I'll let you live if you play as MY spy in Krennic's employees," and Has thinks quickly and goes, "Oh, sure, but let me send out this message to Coruscant to make my return seem natural," and  sends a message to the Ersos that BASICALLY says, "Yo, you want me to grab your family and ditch?" Like, five minutes prior, Has had confessed to Krennic that Lyra Erso had Made Him See The Light. Tarkin ABSOLUTELY knew what Has was planning to do.

and that's how Tarkin's dick grew a centimeter the next time he and Krennic compared

Jyn Erso

born on the first day of Vallt's spring.

is technically a Vallti citizen

nicknamed "Stardust" by Galen because her eyes changed colors and "became flecked."

“Stardust,” Galen said. “That’s what’s in her eyes.”

YOU MONSTER:

"Having hurried over to have a look [at the kyber crystals], Jyn said: “I want one!”

“Maybe someday,” Lyra said.

Jyn is an incredibly normal child, and it friggin HURTS to think about what she’s forced to become

3 year-old Jyn used to travel around in the Coruscant research facility on the Star Wars equivalent of a hoverboard. Her parents forced her to wear a helmet. a;lsdkjfasdf socute

She's a pretty independent child, able to entertain herself for hours

She'd run around around with a toy sword in a scabbard and her stuffed animals.

"Instantly adopted by everyone, Jyn—indefatigable as ever—reveled in being the center of attention, entertaining everyone with her antics, watching closely, learning.

There's this kids' holodrama called The Octave Stairway, which Jyn is obsessed with

one: i had to shoo the Discworld reactions away.

two: the story is about this kid Brin who wants to go home, but to go home, he has to go down these eight floors of challenges in a castle. And at the very bottom he'll get the item that will help him fly up through all of those floors and out of the castle and back home

two-a: so in the book, Galen directly compares himself to Brin (he thinks Jyn drew Brin to look like him), and this scene is basically where he breaks down and realizes how he's pushed his family away and he cries and asks Jyn for forgiveness and Jyn is sweet and says, “It’s okay, Papa. Can we follow Brin home now?”

two-b: but you know how in my Second Viewing post I mentioned how falling/climbing (or, more accurately: going down/going up) seemed to happen waaaaay too often with Jyn for it to not be some sort of theme?  

two-c: WELL THIS STUPID HOLODRAMA JUST ADDS TO MY CONSPIRACY THEORY.  and possibly gives me a better idea as to what the dichotomy symbolizes.  

Saw Gerrera

"[Saw] wasn’t shouting, but he might as well have been, such was the force of his personality."

[Saw talking to Has during the unexpected war] “Cheery thought. Throw dirt in your enemy’s face, get crushed underfoot.” / Saw stopped what he was doing and walked over to him. “Look at it this way, Has. If we can persuade enough people to start throwing dirt…” / Realizing that he was supposed to finish the thought, Has considered it, then said: “Eventually we bury them.”

Random Bits and Pieces that Didn't Fit Above

“You [clonetroopers] are never less than predictable,” [said the smuggler Has.] / “Yeah, we’re made that way,” the other clone said.

“Is there some equation that can put an end to all this, Dr. Erso?” one of the shaken insectoids asked. Galen set himself down on the floor to join him. 

 “If sentient beings were moved by the same laws that govern nature, there might be. But as we’ve come to embody entropy, I don’t hold out much hope.”

A second Lokori countered: “Surely the Jedi have unlocked the secrets of reversing chaos and will be able to outwit nature at its own game.”

“The Force derives from nature,” Galen said somberly. “Against such chaos, even the Jedi are capable of accomplishing only so much.”

oh my god the Death Star project is codenamed "Project Celestial Power" POWAAAAAAH

names of Cantinas: Malicious Moondog on Suba, Contented Krayt on Tatooine,

The Hiitian [a member of the independent solar system that wars with the Empire] agreed. “Occupation? Captain Obitt, you’ve obviously visited worlds that have chosen that route. How is life there?” 

Has smiled in solidarity. “I’d rather fight.” Again he glanced at Saw and his fellow smugglers. 

“That’s why all of us are here.” The humanoid flexed his feathered back. “What we fail to protect, Captain, we will leave in ruins.”

There's a celebration called All-Species Week on Coruscant

GIMME THE HISTORY OF SPECIESISM IN THE GALAXY

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