#brokenjaw

[sabindark]

LuciferMerman? LuciferMershark? from @brokenjaw ‘s Aquatic fic

[we-rate-warrior-names]

Kinktail (m), Brokenjaw (f), and Losteye (f) all 3 siblings that got into 3 separate accidents leading to their warrior names, they’re considered the unluckiest cats in the clan, most likely due to their half-clan status, but cats their age don’t believe in that so they have plenty of friends

Kinktail - A confident and extroverted tom. Kinktail is the most popular out of the siblings - he is full of energy and always full of ideas of things to do - he sees the milder rules more as guidelines so he is prone to getting into some slight harmless mischief with his siblings and friends. Kinktail is a natural and confident leader - he always seems to know what to do and taking charge comes naturally although he isn’t bossy - he is just very good with other cats and never goes anywhere without someone to talk to, 15/10

Brokenjaw- A cheerful and intelligent she-cat. Brokenjaw is probably the brightest cat in her clan - she is a quick thinker and a good problem solver, and she is very inquisitive, maybe a little too inquisitive at times but as she always says “what’s the point in life if there isn’t a little risk?”. Brokenjaw doesn’t seem to let anything get her down and she always knows just how to lift the spirits of others and even if she’s feeling down she will put on a happy face so others do not feel discouraged, 14/10

Losteye- A calm and friendly she-cat. Losteye is the quietest out of her siblings but that doesn’t mean she’s any less unfriendly- in fact she makes the friends the easiest. Losteye is a great listener and a good cat to go to for comfort, she always knows just what to say to soothe someone and often becomes firm friends with any cat she helps. While Losteye will join in with the antics of her siblings and friends, she also likes to take some time for herself and take walks in the territory, she likes the peace it brings her, 15/10

[thewollfgang]

Rolling in to say I think Lucifer likes individuals on their own merits. He doesn’t like children, or garner his interest by existence alone. No matter the age, humans are weighed by their behavior - and there are no circumstances or excuses that apply to him that would relieve them of that judgment.

That’s a valid interpretation. 

I think Lucifer makes snap judgments about people, though, that has little to do with their actions or behavior. The pretty people who walk into his club merit his greater attention, whether by proximity or appearance. I think he’s learned over the course of the seasons to look for more depth in others, but he can be a bit of a shallow guy sometimes. 

He’s also remarkably forgiving, he didn’t judge Delilah, beyond a few snarky remarks about her life choices. He often doesn’t look down on people who make bad choices. I think, Lucifer is honestly looking for the redemption and exhibits the forgiveness he wishes for himself. 

[devilnapped]

So about that fic with siren!Lucifer by @brokenjaw ...

[zeearts]

I came because you conjured me from the void. I stayed because you’re a very talented artist, a delightful human being, incredibly funny and a bright ray of sunshine on my feed everyday.

live footage of me reading Aquatic for the first time and getting this message. THANK YOU 💖💖💖 AS WELL FOR ALL THE FIC RECS AND YOUR FICS

[skulliesweet]

Jaw breaker woes...

[wretchedly]

5 times Chloe almost calls Lucifer her boyfriend + 1 time she does

Idk where I’m really going with this but imagine in the beginning of season 4 Chloe’s saying stuff like “we have to go hell and save my.... Lucifer”

“Boyfriend” seems like a weird word to assign to the Devil and it seems reductive to their relationship

and she’s not sure where exactly they stand cause everything happened so fast

And then when Lucifer does get back from Hell he’s all giddy and insufferable, doing something super irritating and when Chloe rolls her eyes or punches the bridge of her nose he just gets all “You like me, how embarrassing for you” “I hate you” “I have it on good authority, your authority, that that’s not true” and Chloe wants to die and also kiss him

So she also doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction (in a playful way)

So she goes “Lucifer’s my— [gestures vaguely in his direction]” and he perks up at that of course, the jerk

Or she gets through “boy” before she stops herself, so Lucifer suggests “you can absolutely call me your boy toy” and she wants to die again

She usually uses “partner” cause it’s not wrong and kinda covers the romantic part too. Which we’ve basically seen them both do when they didn’t wanna admit their feelings to themselves

But then “boyfriend” slips out once and she freezes for a second before rallying and doing her little “yep, I said it” nod that I love and Lucifer doesn’t even tease her for if, he’s just so haaaappy

She found a way to fluster the devil and she starts using it against him (in good fun)

Okay that’s not a real 5 + 1, more like a prompt, but I needed this out there

[thewollfgang]

Yellow! If you’re down form Lucifer/ Chloe - but will take any ship 💛🏵🌞

Brokenjaw has left the ship technically open, so after some talk back and forth i now have the challenge of writing K2SO’s special brand of snark.

Dragon!Jyn Erso

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Jyn’s mind jangles with anger and low territorial rage. The Empire really thought they could take her people and her things. She bites back a snarl and scrubs harder at the scorch marks marring K2SO’s metal plating. 

She’s already looked over Bodhi, who puts up with her fussing without remark, used to the intense Erso brand of care. Chirrut and Baze are both well, though the latter is pouting over lost weaponry. Jyn will find new ones for him, loud and bright.

Cassian suffered a small cut on his eyebrow. It will alter his symmetry a little until it heals, but Jyn’s never been hung up on symmetry. 

“Is it the luminosity a pertinent factor or merely the functionality?” K2′s eyes can’t blink, but they seem particularly unfaltering in this moment.

Jyn freezes. 

K2 doesn’t move from his seated position next to her but merely continues in his watching. “Do the others know?” she asks. K2 is always three steps ahead of everyone else. If he’s asking, here, now, it means he’s filled in the other gaps.

“I have not yet deemed it a threat.”

She exhales. No, then. He hasn’t told. 

“Archive information indicates Star Dragons cannot form intelligent offspring.” 

She hears the implied insult and kicks him. He merely swivels his head to look at where her foot pinged off his frame, unaffected. “Or with so few limbs,” K2 adds.

“Seems like there’s a lot you don’t know,” she retorts. 

“I have a limited data set,” he admits, forlorn. 

“...When did you realize?”

“I had my suspicions early on,” K2 muses. “You’re not exactly subtle, you know.” 

Jyn scowls at him and contemplates picking up a hydrospanner and stabbing him with it. Just a little. Nowhere vital. 

"The odds of Cassian’s survival on Scarif were...infinitesimal. And yet.” He studies her. “He is alive because of you.”

Jyn doesn’t want to think about Scarif, of the sand and the heat of the weapon as the planet buckled under the strain. She doesn’t want to think about the mindless terror and rage that had split her form open as she collected her horde like scattered credits, plucking them from danger mere seconds before the planet collapsed. 

She goes back to scouring K2′s plating, refusing to let the soot stain his durasteel. She doesn’t want to think about the cold pressure of space against her scales or the broken rag-doll of Cassian’s form in her claws, Baze and Chirrut cradled in her coils, Bodhi, skin burnt and raw, as she desperately sought safety. 

Or K2, who she’d thought lost forever. 

It had been an unexpected agony. Jyn had never had a horde to lose before, never stayed in one place long enough to collect anyone. Some nights, she wished she hasn’t. It was like losing a limb, persistent and aching. When the others were healed and working and blazing, Jyn was more than happy to throw herself alongside Cassian in a mission to steal an imperial unit and install their missing member. 

K2 keeps speaking. “I’ve gone over the logs. Despite the lack of information regarding the species, given the abilities needed to rescue and flee Scarif, the subsequent behavior regarding the individuals of Rogue One, which has marked consistencies with reports on Krayt territory disputes, it seemed the statically supported conclusion.”

Jyn feels the phantom shifting of spines down her back. It had been drilled into her from birth to not speak about it, to handle the urges in a way that didn’t raise suspicion, to stay small and safe and quiet. But that was a long time ago. 

She hadn’t counted on finding these people and wanting them, wanting to keep them safe and happy and brilliant. 

She hadn’t counted on K2. 

“It’s both,” she tells him. She can practically hear his processors whirring, collecting, immediately understanding that she’s answering his earlier question. “The functionality and the- the luminosity.”

She can see K2 reorganizing now that he has a larger understanding of the data. “Emotional outbursts decreased by 12% after you replaced Cassian’s jacket.”

She nods. “It’s iridescent.” When it catches the light just right, to her vision, Cassian practically glows. She doesn’t know if it’s the same for others. She’s never met any others. There was only her and her father.

She thinks of her father’s philosophies, of a wisdom too old for a man his age. She thinks of the careful way he cultivated his horde, things to be cherished. She thinks of all the things he promised to tell her, about him, about herself, that he never got the chance. She thinks of his teeth, when the man in white came.  

Bodhi, she technically inherited from her father. She doesn’t know what made him a treasure to Galen Erso, but Bodhi’s bright, earth-dark eyes, his quick mind, his able hands, are more than enough for Jyn. And if she buys him metal trinkets to wear and a shiny new pair of goggles, well, he needed a new set anyway.

Chirrit is a brightness in the force, like a sunlit pool, warm and calm, but she finds him a new staff, light and strong. Baze is solid and sharp like the retort of blaster fire, or like the cool fusion that rests in her chest, easily plied with blaster canons.

And K2SO, an unexpected spark wrapped in metal. 

“I see.” K2 tilts his head. “Well. Once you’re done with that,” he says, nodding down at the sooty mark and sounding haughty as a king, “there is polish in the tool crate.”