11. Who's the big spoon? Who's the little spoon? Do they switch it up?
I really do think it depends & they switch it up! but i do think that julien is the big spoon more often than one would expect.
22. A headcanon you have for this ship?
this meme, but both of them. once again they swap off.
also: they try sooooo hard to be subtle and keep the relationship under wraps but they're just. it's impossible, especially when julien is obviously placing himself alongside and agreeing with azune in group settings at almost every turn. nessa loves them together, while maya wishes azune weren't a man.
Hi! I had a question about your captain's log comic :) When you put the tag "eagle eye viewers will understand the link between Steve and therapy".... I'm really sorry but I haven't been able to make the connection and I have been trying to puzzle through the connection for AGES and I love that comic but that one plot thread has been /plaguing/ me for answers. Would you care to put a fan of your art out of their misery >_<
It’s meant to be implied that Steve’s parents got into a fight about whether Steve should see a therapist.
Ironic that I'm posting this on my 7-year bloggiversary, but, yeah. Exactly what it says in the title.
I've been working a lot on taking care of myself and learning better coping skills for the past month. Having logged out of tumblr for that entire time made me realize that I had let social media run my emotions for me, and placing too much stock in that is unhealthy for anyone involved.
So, without further ado:
To anyone who still cares about me after everything that's happened, thank you for still being here. This blog was a huge part of my life for a long time, and anyone who's been around since I started pretty much knows how much it meant to me.
To anyone who left after seeing my vent post, I don't blame you. I know I blew all my chances. I've made a LOT of mistakes. And I've been in grief for a long time and felt "stuck" for even longer than that, but I think I'm finally moving forward. I'm learning how to set healthy boundaries and reframe my thoughts. And I can only hope that you're doing well, too.
To a certain somebody, I am so, so sorry. I know I made so many mistakes in the time that we had together, and again, I don't deserve another chance. I had unhealthy coping mechanisms and tried to cling to happiness in the only places I could find it at the time. You have every right to be bitter. But I was in a total mental health collapse, and you saw the worst side of me. You rightfully asked for help, and I'm sorry I reacted so poorly to that. Overall, I'm sorry I wasted our friendship… I hope you're doing well without me.
To a different certain somebody who might not even see this, I think you should take a good, long look in the mirror and grow up. Life isn't pretty sometimes, especially not during a total collapse of mental health, so the fact that you broadcasted my struggle and framed it as everything I am really hurt me. I don't hate you for it the way you probably hate me now, but your words left a huge scar on my heart that I'm still healing from. I hope you find closure in your constant anger, and I hope you can see the effect that you had.
To the JSE community, I'm sorry that I let you down.
To anyone reading this, I hope you know that I'm sorry to you, too. Doesn't matter who you are, how long you've been here, none of that. Genuinely, I hope you all can see the truth in my words here. I've been thinking a lot about what I'd eventually say whenever I came back, if anything, if ever, and I can't think of anything else to say but goodbye.
I'm not deactivating this account, on behalf of all the theories and things I've written over the years. It would pain me immensely to have no archive of that. But, in general, I'm not sure if I'm ever truly coming back. I might, someday. But for now, I'll be a lurker, if I even choose to open the site.
If you need or want to reach out to me, feel free to do so either here or on discord. I'll be checking both every now and again, but probably not nearly as much as I used to, so if you have anything to say to me, speak now.
Am I the only one who thinks the deck doesn't quite need to be stacked THAT much for Avengers Doomsday? I mean the Avengers, the Thunderbolts, Fantastic Four, X-Men, the Wakandans, and apparently others like Thor and Loki, the Defenders, Blade, Doctor Strange, Spiderman and Deadpool. Not to mention OG people that Doom is going to yank in from other multiverses.
It made sense for Infinity War and Endgame but the first two Avengers movies were just about that team. I'm not in any hurry for Civil War 2.0 but really. Now all Avengers movies are going to be about EVERYONE?
Sneak peak for upcoming Halloween dice bags! 🎃 Found a lot of cute fabrics this year. Or I guess more stock piled them over the year. Sometimes I find the best ones in the middle of May. ☆*:.｡.Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ.｡.:*☆
i have played a little bit with some headcanons about things like. Varactyl family structure and anatomy etc. mostly coming from a biological standpoint.
full story under cut.
It began on a day just like every other day. Until it wasn't.
It was a normal battle against the Empire, routine in its own way, nothing special or remarkable about it.... until it wasn't.
Just a normal fucking day. And then it all came crashing down in just one moment. That's all it ever takes isn't it. Just a moment in time and everything changes forever. A galaxy turned to shreds. The Force thrown off balance in the seconds that followed this moment. And then silence. Blessed, cursed silence.
Sol wasn't always a mandalorian or a "traitor". He wasn't always Sol, and he wasn't always alone.
His birth name has been lost to the winds of time, blown away with the rest of the ashes following Order 66. For him, like so many others, that was a great turning point in his life.
He was born on Utapau under unfortunate circumstances and remembers very little of his life before the Jedi Temple. His parents were problematic at best, and absent at worst, so when the enigmatic and powerful Jedi came to claim him, he was only too happy to leave. He had spent much of his time prior in the plains of Utapau, communing with the wildlife there, as much of his power in the force attuned him to beasts.
Sol was a willful and chaotic child, strong in the force, who took to combat like a fish to water. He questioned the Jedi code often, but never blatantly enough to be forcibly removed. He was paired eventually with an Iridonian zabrak named Ahkeema Sukrii, who he bonded with immediately in their distaste for the basis of the Jedi code. Ahkeema was a fair master, who taught him well. His death at the hands of his loyal clones in the battle for Utapau was an unmeasured loss for Sol, who was unimaginably attached to all of them in a way that the Jedi would have frowned upon. In a fit of rage, anguish and pain, Sol used the force to shove the clones in their squad that did it off of the edge of the pit that the fight had been around, and fled into the familiar plains, grabbing Sukrii's saber on their way. There had been no time for final words, the clones were good soldiers who followed orders and Ahkeema was given no warning before they gunned him down.
Sol vowed in that moment never to harm another clone, as he had been close as brothers with the squad. Many a day and night had been filled with their shenanigans and laughter, in the quieter moments of the war. The leader, and Sol's best friend was Scout, and his heart broke when the order was given. The only consolation, was that Sukrii's partner Kai would never have to live with the guilt of gunning down his lifemate and Jedi.
The padawan-no-longer , having lost everything that had ever been important to him, fled to the sparse savannahs of the planet, far from the majority of the clone controlled pits, and hid in a varactyl nest until he felt that the clones had given up chase. His affinity for beasts served him well for the next period of time, as he lived with this particular family of varactyl, helping to hunt and provide for the young.
He was not alone, but he was lonely. After the bustle of the temple and the chaos of war, life had slowed to a grinding halt. With the last vestiges of his life as a Jedi hidden deep in the nest, he knew nothing of what had happened, if anyone was left alive, or what had become of the Republic. He grieved for his lost love, a clone medic, most likely lost to the Order. And so it remained for a difficult few years.
No measure of peace can last forever, of course, and on yet another life turning day, Sol was confronted with the loss of yet another family. You see, varactyl feathers are a prized commodity on the black market and there will always be poachers and trophy hunters willing to kill for them.
Sol's tentative peace once again came to an abrupt halt when a group of these poachers came to their nest in the night, and the majority of the family he lived with were slain. The poachers were surprised, however, when faced with a living breathing Jedi initiate, awoken, pissed off, with lightsabers at the ready to defend the small hatchlings that were cowering at his feet.
Sol managed to take down two of them in their surprise, but the rest fled before the angry padawan could finish them off.
Sol gathered what he could carry, the hatchlings and his sabers and fled into the night, once again on the run. He ran far and fast and escaped into one of the many pits on the surface of the planet, finding a small village to collapse into. Fortune finally turned for him when they were found by, not an enemy for once, but a friend.
Raxxus was an escaped slave of a twi-lek, only a few years older than Sol, and had made a hideout in this small village in this small unknown pit, a haven for the lost. He ran a tea shop that fronted for this space and brought Sol and the hatchlings in without a thought. The next chapter in the life of this force wielding Mandalorian had truly begun.
there will obviously be more to this....
all of it has been fleshed out in my head.
They are ahipped with kix. They will eventually find him.
Raxus and his tea shop
most of the clones and Ahkeema.
the varactyl.
their saber (a saberstaff built from the hilts of theirs and their masters. they are a Grey Jedi and their once blue blades are now purple)
etc.
more pictures! most of these are commissioned. Sol has been a work in progress for years now.
fun fact, Sol'oya basically means YOLO in mando'a. (it means one life/one hurrah/etc)
if y'all have any questions for me pls feel free lol.
hehehehehehe >:3c from chapter 2 of erase myself and let go
The words send a bolt of lightning shivering down Julien's spine. He presses back, slotting his thigh between Azune's, making him shudder as he bucks forward instinctively, grinding against Julien's hips.
