inheritance collection


My chest hurts, this was so beautiful.

anonymous asked:

I just wanted to tell you that I love the Latin Murdoc headcanon with all my soul, so... if I may, could I please ask for more of your headcanons related to this? Thanks!

(yes yes yes yes!) 

  • Murdoc is absolutely lousy in a kitchen but if you ask him to cook something traditionally Mexican, he will blow your mind and you should definitely try his enchiladas.
  • Murdoc is annoyed about the fact that they’ve only played in Mexico once, so annoyed that he actually punched a manager in the face when they argued about going to Mexico on their tours.
  • Murdoc often have long discussions about cultural appropriation (if he sees one more silly costume with a poncho, a large mustache and a sombrero, he will spontaneously burst into flames) with Noodle and Russel. 2D feels a little left out.
  • Murdoc hates that he automatically sings along to Despacito, Justin Bieber? That talentless little shitty brat.”
  • When Murdoc’s father passed away, he inherited a collection of traditional ponchos which he keeps in the back of his closet. He rarely takes them out because they only just remind him of his father, and that does not create much happiness.  
  • Murdoc is not ashamed to use his Spanish to score a one night stand, especially saying pet names e.g. Mi corazón, mi alma, mi hermos(o/a) or mi amad(o/a).
  • One time, Murdoc disappeared for weeks without his phone to go to Mexico and relax his mind. He left the band extremely worried and there was a reason to be so, the man nearly fell into a coma from drinking so much tequila.
  • When they aren’t super busy, Murdoc likes to celebrate his traditional holidays like el día de los muertos. He enjoys painting the band in beautiful skeleton face paint.

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Republic Holonet News - latest edition. We value you, subscriber!

We have exclusive previews of the upcoming art exhibition at the Naberrie Gallery on Naboo!

The exhibition, ‘Rook: The Lost Art’, is a showcase of previously unseen and private works by legendary war photographer Bodhi Rook, donated by his granddaughter Aya in exchange for an undisclosed sum (rumoured to be in the vicinity of two billion credits) being donated to the Republic War Orphan Fund.

Rook famously started out as a cargo pilot for the Empire before bravely defecting to the Alliance to Restore the Republic with valuable information which contributed to the destruction of the first Death Star. A veteran of the Battles of Scarif, Endor and Jakku, Rook turned to photography as a way of coping with the horrors of war and his images are studied as an integral part of Galactic History, as well as by aspiring art students everywhere. After the fall of the Empire, he turned to art full-time but kept his lens focused on the aftermath of war.

The exclusive images above were intended to be part of his first ever exhibition - a series of portraits of his closest allies in war (see also: Chirrut Imwe, Baze Malbus, Mon Mothma). But the pictures of the legendary veterans Jyn Erso and Cassian Andor were never revealed until now.

“My grandfather told me that he had changed his mind about making these public after he developed them, because they were too intimate for such private people. There are plenty of images of them out there, but he felt these ones showed too much of the people he knew.” Said Aya, who inherited the collection after her grandfather’s death. “After speaking to their children and grandchildren, we agreed that now was the right time to share them with the galaxy.”

“So much has been written about our parents,” Calix Andor and Nava Andor-Rook wrote in a press release on behalf of the family, “but nothing has matched up to the reality that our dearest Bodhi captured in these images. There are plenty of pictures of them taken during the war - in battle, in recovery and in intense moments. But these are images not of soldiers but of a man and woman starting a new life, with a family on the way.”

The pictures are dated roughly one year after the Battle of Endor, when the couple - who married during the war - were living on Naboo, and six months before the birth of their first child, son Calix (see also: Rogue Squadron, Fall of the First Order, Triumph of the New Republic).

The exhibition will also include exclusive images of such heroes of the Rebellion as Luke Skywalker, a young Poe Dameron and the hard-hitting outtakes from Rook’s previous exhibition Left Behind: The Forgotten Children of the Empire.

Tickets for Lost Art are currently sold out with more rumoured to become available in the coming weeks.

Related reading: Saw Gerrera’s Secret Daughter, Rogue One: Suicide Mission or Sanctioned Exercise, Father of Destruction: The Story of Galen Erso, The Art of the Rebellion, Nava Andor: Angel of the Outer Rim

Bonus episode - an excerpt from the next Night Vale novel!


Not everyone believes in mountains. Yet, there they are, in plain sight. Scientists insist, rather halfheartedly, that mountains are the bulging results of tectonic shifts along massive rocky plates. Mountains develop naturally over the course of many millennia, scientists say under their breaths.

Most people believe that mountains aren’t there at all, even if mountains are visible, as they often are. Nonbelievers will explain that our minds create sensory illusions to help explain what we cannot understand. Like the shapes of gods and monsters in the stars, or messages in tea leaves, or government codes in cloud patterns.

Mountains, real or not, ring this desert like the rim of an empty dinner plate. Scattered sparsely along the flat middle are small towns with names like Red Mesa, Pine Cliff, and right in the center, Night Vale.

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A wealthy man is lying on his death bed, his lawyer at his side as he finalizes the man’s will. He looks it over one last time and asks the man, ‘Are you sure you want to keep this part about requiring your eldest son to marry before he can collect his inheritance?’ The man nods. 'But sir, why? That will make things so complicated.’

The man grips the lawyer’s shirt and shakes him, and with his dying breath he exclaims, 'For the fake married trope!’


The ABCs of Death 2

I figured I’d take a different tack with this one, considering it has such a large scope for an anthology film, and give my thoughts on each short separately, assigning it either a PASS or a FAIL. I did see the first one and was thoroughly underwhelmed, as there was an equal number of passes and fails; but hey, maybe this one will serve as a much-needed improvement. Honestly, the boring opening with the Suspiria rip-off stock-standard music didn’t do much to get me in the mood. But without further ado…

A is for Amateur

Directed by E.L. Katz

This tale about an amateur hitman trying to bump off what I guessed was an amatuer porn baron (which, if it is, great title parallel) has already set a pretty high bar. It’s slick, stylish, but most importantly ultimately very funny and creative. My first exposure to E.L. Katz’s work was Cheap Thrills which I wanted to like but it ultimately left me cold, so it’s nice to feel enthusiastic about this short here. It makes me excited for his upcoming Netflix movie that’s to be released this year.


B is for Beaver

Directed by Julian Barratt

I’m a sucker for the found-footage genre, and I found this short to be amusing for the most part. The whole trope of the narcissistic TV presenter who hounds his crew is done very well here. Personally, my only problem is really that it doesn’t hold up technically. The special effects are a bit hoaky and the sound mixing’s a bit iffy, which I wouldn’t call out except found-footage is a genre that tends to rely on some kind of artificial sense of realism. The punch-line at the end was a bit forced as well. Nevertheless, I still think it suceeds at what it sets out to do, as I did say it still managed to be amusing.


C is for Capital Punishment

Directed by Julian Gilbey

An interesting little short about a small town that enacts vigilante justice on a supposed child-killer. It’s well shot, well acted and the gore effects are nice and over-the-top. The ending was a bit so-so, being rather predictable, but that’s no reason to condemn the whole thing.


D is for Deloused

Directed by Robert Morgan

This one is so fucking surreal and unsettling that I love it. It’s everything a horror short should be. The art-style and animation evoked a Hellraiser by way of Dario Argento kind of vibe, featuring a colourful aesthetic and heaps of interesting creature design. The animated shorts always tend to stand out, with Lee Hardcastle’s T for Toilet being one of the best of the last movie, and this is no exception. It could literally be its own feature length film, and I would not be opposed to the idea at all.


E is for Equilibrium

Directed by Alejandro Brugues

Quirk and tone seems to be the name-of-the-game here, as two castaways find themselves at odds with each other when a beautiful woman washes ashore. The cinematography is fantastic, with some great camerawork and a clever use of colours to show the characters’ descent into madness. The ending is also very funny, and not what I expected at all.


F is for Falling

Directed by Aharon Keshales and Navot Papushado

An israeli soldier has parachuted into a tree, only to be confronted by an Arab boy with a rifle. Honestly, this once just feels aimless. It’s well shot, but the tone is all over the place and it just ends up being really silly, not to mention that this is the first of the shorts where the bad acting really starts to show. It’s not an awful short, but it’s the first dip in quality.


G is for Grandad

Directed by Jim Hoskings

Oh god, the acting in this. This short revolves around an old man and his grandson drinking by the fireplace. The actor playing the grandson is just… so bad… The whole thing has a Greasy Strangler vibe (mainly because Jim Hosking’s only feature is The Greasy Strangler), except it feels like it was written seconds before shooting started, because it’s just nonsense. There’s no point to it. It’s just shock for shock’s sake, which is ultimately how I ended up feeling about The Greasy Strangler, to be honest.


H is for Head Games

Directed by Bill Plympton

This one’s obviously metaphorical, and if the not-so-subtle commentary on relationships and how both parties can destroy each other by playing the titular headgames doesn’t grab you, the animation style will, even if the short visibly struggles to fill its short running time.


I is for Invincible

Directed by Erik Matti

This felt like it was directed by Sam Raimi, with the over-the-top makeup effects and camera-angles. This segment, about a family trying to kill their demonically possessed grandmother to collect the inheritance was the kind of devilish fun I was hoping for from this movie. It’s got a lot of energy to it, thanks to a great cast, even if the lighting is a bit flat and the ending’s a little abrupt.


J is for Jesus

Directed by Dennison Ramalho

A father hires a private investigator to observe and kidnap his son for reasons that are both darkly comedic and bleak. This one’s really sold by a clever script and some decent acting. The cinematography’s a bit uninspired and the ending’s a bit predictable, but the story is solid and the short makes for an interesting watch overall.


K is for Knell

Directed by Kristina Buozyte and Bruno Samper

Beautifully shot and lit, employing a warm colour pallete, this short about a mysterious apparition in the sky causing the residents of an apartment building to go insane and kill each other is hypnotic and vivid. The sound design aids the suspenseful atmosphere, which is unfortunately let down somewhat by the hokay supernatural angle which ultimately doesn’t go anywhere. That said, on a purely technical level, this is definitely one of the best shorts.


L is for Legacy

Directed by Lancelot Imasuen

Some truly obnoxious editing really lets down what would otherwise be an interesting short about an african tribe and the scheming that occurs within, causing a beast to emerge. Not only do the constant cuts and whatnot make the story hard to follow, but they really do no favours to the aformentioned beast, which is clearly a bloke in a costume stomping around, causing people to turn into really bad photoshop effects. Once again, not a terrible short, but not exactly worth the watch either.


M is for Masticate

Directed by Robert Boocheck

Gaining entry into the movie via the winning of a contest, this slow-mo horror show is hilarious, chronicling the journey of a madman on bath-salts as he tries to eat his way through a group of bystanders. My only beef with it is that I have a pet-peeve against obvious contact lenses, but that’s because I’m a prick. The short is still insanely well done.


N is for Nexus

Directed by Larry Fessenden

It’s Halloween, and some poor bloke is running late to meet his girlfriend. What transpires is a Rube Goldberg-esque sequence of events shot like a music-video. There’s not much to say about this one. You can pretty much guess how it’s going to play out, but the presentation is good enough that you won’t get bored watching it. Bonus points for the blink-and-you’ll-miss-it reference to You’re Next.


O is for Ochlocracy (Mob Rule)

Directed by Hajime Ohata

This is fucking brilliant. In the aftermath of a zombie apocalypse, the living dead, who’re capable of cohesive thought thanks to a new wonder-drug, mobilise and begin to put humans on trial in a courtroom where they sentence the survivors accordingly for their barbarism. It’s an interesting subversion on a seemingly tired genre that makes up for its lack of visual style by heaping on a large amount of wit and cleverness that always keeps you guessing. This feels like it should be a feature film. If I had the money, I would fund in a reanimated hearbeat (because I would have to have sold my kidneys).


P is for P-P-P-P Scary!

Directed by Todd Rohal

More like P is for P-P-P-P I couldn’t think of a word starting with P, so I contrived this weird homage to the Three Stooges in which three bandits on the run encounter what looks like Billy Bob Thornton in Sling Blade and his fucked up baby. I don’t know, I appreciated the visual style, but once again, it’s another short that has no point and never goes anywhere. It’s not interesting, let alone scary or funny.


Q is for Questionnaire

Directed by Rodney Ascher

This one was probably the most unpredictable of the shorts. It’s insanely well-written and acted, and it’s nice that it’s not initially obvious at all where the violence is going to come from, plus the gore effects are decent and the ending is staged perfectly.


R is for Roulette

Directed by Marvin Kren

Eeeeh, this is another one I’m not too enthusiastic about. Technically, it’s not bad. It’s well shot and the art-direction is interesting, not to mention the acting’s not terrible either. The problem is that the premise isn’t really suited to a short film. It’s a game of Russian Roulette, but there’s a lack of context and emotional weight. When the big twist happens, I couldn’t tell you why it happened or why you should care.


S is for Split

Directed by Juan Martinez Moreno

The short is easily the best edited of the bunch. The colour-correction and the whole Brian De Palma-esque split-screen technique is used to really unsettling effect. Unfortunately the short, with its extremely clever premise and execution, is let down by some bad acting and make-up effects, but I think the end-twist makes up for it somewhat, so it does eke over that edge.


T is for Torture Porn

Directed by Jen and Sylvia Soska

I have not seen a Soska Sisters production yet, but their reputation certainly preceeds them, and this is what I assume a movie of theirs would look like. They try for suspense, but they give away the twist way too early, at which point it pretty much devolves into a strobe-fest that plays out exactly how you’d expect. It’s perfectly serviceable, but it’s nowhere near as clever, funny or engaging as the majority of these shorts.


U is for Utopia

Directed by Vincenzo Natali

The premise is very Twilight Zone. Chances are you’ve seen something like it before. The casting is really what makes it work though, particularly with regards to the main character, who you genuinely feel sorry for even though you know exactly what’s coming to him. Not to mention the visual aesthetic is interesting. It was very reminsicient of the Robocop remake, which is definitely a way to go.


V is for Vacation

Directed by Jerome Sable

H is for HANG UP THE FUCKING PHONE!!! Man, you wanna talk shock value? This one takes a predictable premise and tries to make it work by making it as repugnant as humanly possible. I was just bored and repulsed with this one. There was nothing clever about it. The only thing I’d note is the guy playing the obnoxious friend was so over-the-top that he was actually kinda great. That said, this is probably my least favourite of them.


W is for Wish

Directed by Steve Kostanski

80s Nostalgia never gets old, and this He-Man parody is perfectly cheesy and over-the-top with the bad acting and great special effects. It’s like a self-aware version of the Cannon Masters of the Universe. Another one that I would be more than happy to see a feature made out of, even with the incredibly dark as fuck ending.


X is for Xylophone

Directed by Julien Maury and Alexandre Bustillo

Jesus Christ, guess where this one’s going. If it takes you more than a second, you probaby wrote this short. It’s another one that’s technically well-made, but with an entirely predictable premise that it tries to overcome with shock value. It’s a shame, because the effects are good and that last image should be haunting, but we all saw it coming.


Y is for Youth

Directed by Soichi Umezawa

There’s nothing better than a good J-horror, is there? There’s so much visual creativity to this striking short about a young girl venting about her neglectful parents as we see her dark thoughts visualised to surreal effect. It’s so great to see that this one doesn’t rely on shock-value either, with an ending that’s restrained yet still poignant. Definitely one of my favourites.


Z is for Zygote

Directed by Chris Nash

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck. They certainly saved the weirdest for last. Issues of neglect take a very insanely literal and absurd turn. The special effects are sickening, the acting is great and the cinematography is evocative as hell. That said, I think what really makes this work is the sound design. Holy shit, the sound design in this short makes it the most unsettling of the bunch. It’s definitely a strong note to end the film on.



I found myself enjoying this one a lot more than the first. There was a lot more creativity on show, with a smaller number of shorts relying solely on shock value. Perhaps I had written this series off a bit too quickly. Maybe a third one would be absolutely perfect. Who knows?

my rosamund for echoes is done 💕originally she was gonna be a cleric but i got the special edition artbook and i like the saint design more,,,, orz
here’s some info!

age: 27
starting class: saint
favorite provisions: sweet cookie, mille crepe, spicy chicken
held item: blessed ring
learned magic: nosferatu, recover, physic, seraphim
supports with: celica, boey, genny, jesse, valbar, deen

rosamund is a zofian noble from a family of well-trained knights. she lived a generally honeyed life as a child, deciding her skills were best utilized as a lady of faith. once the zofian-rigelian conflict sprang up, however, she quickly learned how horribly the middle and lower class zofians were faring, against rigels armies, and pirate raids. with a cautious warning from her parents, she collected her inheritance from them and staked a claim of land for herself, building an orphanage from the ground up. children from nearby villages who could not be adequately taken care of were sent to rosamund, in the hopes they could wait out the war in the secluded building.
of course… grieth the pirate king came to learn about her benevolence (and also her phat stacks of gold), and decided to pay her a visit. yknow, to plunder all the gold.
fortunately a few grateful villages caught wind of the plan, and were able to warn rosamund before grieth arrived. though the children were evacuated safely, rosamund was captured, along with her gold, and the orphanage was burnt to the ground.
grieth took her as a trophy, and locked her away for a good 3 years, until he was brought to an end by celicas band. when they free rosamund from her cell, they tell her of all the children who still live. overwhelmed with thankfulness, rosamund decides to join celicas army.

rosamund is a doting woman, seeming to baby everyone in the army, with the best of intentions. some recruits find this annoying, but she is generally a welcome presence when the tolls of war hang over their heads. she has a particular soft spot for celica, unknowingly acting like a clucking mother hen around her.

she loves sweets, and spent a lot of time baking for the children of the orphanage. she’s not used to war, traveling for days, or battle, but she’s not one to complain either. she’ll do anything to further halt any bandit or pirate activity in zofia.

When The Villains Fall

It is finished! The fic idea that wouldn’t leave me alone! Molly Hooper One-Shot based on Requiem from Dear Evan Hansen. (Thank you again to @simplyshelbs16xoxo​ for beta reading!) Read on Ao3 here if you prefer.

Post-Reichenbach. Molly deals with the emotional aftermath of “the fall” when she receives a call from Jim Moriarty’s lawer.

Molly fidgeted in the stark, cool waiting room as she tried to keep her nerves in check. It was strange to think that she was in the very same spot where she’d held Sherlock’s hand in only a few weeks before. They’d pulled off their little magic trick, fooling the world into believing that Sherlock Holmes was dead. And when the adrenaline died down, Molly was there to see him off, to hold his hand and comfort him, to tell him it would all somehow be okay. She was there to be his friend. Part of her desperately wished that he could be there for her now. Another part of her—a stronger part of her—wanted him to know absolutely nothing about this…

“Mr. Holmes will see you now,” Mycroft’s personal assistant announced with a kind smile. Molly couldn’t quite remember what she’d said her name was…Andrea? That didn’t sound quite right.

Molly thanked her and made her way into the somehow even more unwelcoming office, the young woman closing the door behind her.

“I’m sorry to bother you…I just didn’t know who else to come to with this,” Molly apologized.

“You were very right to come to me, Dr. Hooper. After all, you are now under my protection,” Mycroft replied. He almost seemed as if he were attempting to sound comforting. “Do sit down.”

Molly sat down hesitantly on the edge of one of the chairs opposite his desk. The elder Holmes normally didn’t intimidate her, but something about being in his office put her on edge. Somehow it was even colder in here than it was in the waiting room.

Cold, sharp, unwelcoming…Mycroft certainly is dedicated to the ‘Ice Man’ persona he has built around himself, Molly thought to herself. After all the times that she’d heard Sherlock complain about his older brother, along with her own few brief encounters with him and the nice thank you card she had received from the elder Holmes for the plate of homemade biscuits she’d sent him last Christmas, she knew deep down it was all a façade, albeit a rather convincing one…

“May I hear it?” Mycroft asked patiently. Well, attempting to sound patient at least.

“Yes, of course. Sorry…” Molly replied, digging nervously in her purse for her mobile.

You have six saved messages, announced the automated voice of her voice mail.

First saved message

“’Ello Molly! It’s yer old Dad. Just wanted to say how much—“

Molly quickly pressed skip on her phone.

“Sorry…” she apologized again.

Mycroft nodded understandingly.

Next saved message “MOLLLYYYYY!!!!!! HE PROPOSED!!!! AAAAAH!! Call me b—“

Mycroft and Molly both winced at the messages volume. “My friend Meena,” Molly explained.

“Molly, I need you to come by the lab—“

Molly blushed as Sherlock’s voice played from her phones speakers, attempting to skip through as quickly as her phone would allow.

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hazylover  asked:

Hey there!! I was wondering if you could help - my story features twin sisters. I know that one of them kills the other, and I know that this is a crucial part of the story. What I don't know is the motive for the murder itself. It sounds silly to not know, but I just can't think. Do you have any ideas on what it would take to drive someone to kill their own twin? If not, it's fine!! Thanks so much x

This is actually a great and thought-provoking question, and it’s not because I think of murder more than I probably should.

The first is jealousy.  

The first twin, who I’ll call Twin A, could be the higher achieving and “favorite” twin.  Perhaps Twin B, the murdering twin, is bullied by her parents.  Perhaps Twin A enjoys being the favorite and joins in.

This could lead to a buildup of unchecked resentment and anger that eventually explodes.  

The next, obviously, is monetary gain:  perhaps Twin A is more successful than Twin B, and Twin B falls into some hard times and approaches her for help.  Twin A refuses, so Twin B kills her, and either collects her inheritance as her closest blood relative or collects it by impersonating her. 

Finally, you have the usual drama, such as Twin A stealing Twin B’s partner and whatnot.  I still say it’s all the more interesting if favoritism and sibling rivalry plays into it.

Either way, this could be super interesting, so I hope this provides some inspiration.  

Best of luck, and happy writing! <3 

Gadgets and Gizmos Galore

Pairing: Carlos De Vil x Reader

Summary: You’re the child of Ariel and Eric. You inherited Ariel’s love of collecting, and like to pick up anything funny-looking you see. An abandoned gadget catches your eye… so you claim it as your own. However, it’s actually Carlos’s, and he’s been looking for it everywhere.

Word count: 1,299

A/N: This is my first ever fic… I hope you like it! Feel free to send me prompts and requests :+)

Pushing your hair out of your face, you let out a frustrated groan. You’d been studying for what felt like hours, and it didn’t seem to be getting you anywhere. All the words seem to get jumbled together and nothing was sinking in. Slamming your laptop shut, you grabbed your things, accepting defeat. You’re gonna fail the test, and there’s nothing you can do about it.


You spring to your feet. All you need to do is find Mal and ask her to cast her speed-reading spell on you. That way, you’re sure to pass this test, with minimal effort no less! You’ll have lots of extra time to go treasure hunting. 

“Y/N, you’re a genius!” you mumble to yourself. You cram your stuff into your bag, fling it over your shoulder and set off to find Mal.

You decide to take the scenic route to Mal’s dorm, seeing as the sun should be setting around about now. You’ve always loved sunsets. They’re so captivating on land, you can’t help but watch them every single night. Under the sea you rarely catch glimpses of the sky. The vibrant colours of sunrises and sunsets are always muffled and muted, leaving you aching to be on land again. You sit on the edge of the fountain and take in the sights, giving yourself a much-needed break to relax and think.

Half of your year is spent under the sea, and the other half on land. Whenever you weren’t in school you were under the sea instead. You love the sea deeply, but spending so much time in it means that you can’t hang out with friends during vacations. For this reason, you only really had acquaintances and very weak friendships. You long for strong friendships and best friends… maybe even a boyfriend-

Your thoughts are halted as something glitters in the corner of your eye. Your heart rate increases as you turn yourself to inspect this mystery item. It fits perfectly into the palm of your hand and is squarish. The item is a deep green colour with silver details - the silver was what was twinkling, you concluded - and black and gold decorations. You’ve never seen something quite like this before. The things they have on land are far more exciting than the things they have under the sea! You decide that it must be unwanted, seeing as it’s been sitting out in the open and hasn’t been claimed. Grinning to yourself, you put your new mystery find into your pocket. 

“I am such a good treasure hunter. Mother would be proud,” you whisper to yourself. With that, you continue your walk to Mal’s room.

Just before you reach to knock on Mal’s door, a white-haired boy clad in black and red clothing beats you to it. You take a few steps back, noticing that he seems to be rather irritated. No one answers the door. The white-haired boy raps the door a few more times, his impatience growing. Still no answer. He looks over his shoulder at your for a second and you flash him a polite smile, not knowing whether or not to make small talk. He offers a small, but forced, smile back. 

You decide that he’s clearly got more important business to attend to with Mal. Failing the test wouldn’t really be the end of the world… Just as you turn around and begin to take your first step, the boy speaks up.

“Ah… Sorry, I guess Mal’s not in her room right now,” you spin back around and face him as he runs his hands irritatedly through his hair, “I was going to ask her to help me find my missing microchip. That idiot Chad stole it from my 3D printer when I told him for the 10th time that he can’t use it anymore.” His face soured when he mentioned Chad, but it softened again as he looked at you pleadingly. “Have you seen a microchip just laying around somewhere? I really need it. I don’t know if I can get another anytime soon…”

“Micro…chip..?” you say, getting a feel for the word. You’ve never heard of a “micro-chip” before.

The boy looks at you, slightly bewildered. “Yeah, it’s ah.. uh… small chip used in a circuit. I need it to make my 3D printer work. Have you seen one?”

Your hand digs into your pocket as you fumble for your new treasure. Rather than instantly producing it, you simply fondle it for a while and think to yourself.

“Is it green and black… with sparkly silver details that make it glitter? And does it have golden decorations that make it really pretty?”

The boy lets at a small chuckle, “yeah… yeah! I guess you can describe it like that. Have you seen it?”

You momentarily consider lying and keeping this beautiful “micro-chip” to yourself and adding it to your collection, but you decide against it. You can see how desperately this boy needs it. How could you say no to those heart-melting puppy dog eyes?

“Yeah, I found it by the fountain just a little bit ago,” you produce it from your pocket. The boy’s face instantly lights up and you can’t help but admire just how adorable he looks

“Oh my God… Thank you! Thank you so much! I’ve been looking for this all day… You’re my saviour! What can I ever do to repay you?”

You blush at the boy’s gratitude and hand him his missing belonging. Your hands graze as you pass it over, and your blush deepens. You shove your hand deeply into your pocket and look back up at him. A pink hue dusted across his face.

He was blushing too.

“I-I’ve never heard anyone describe a microchip as “pretty” before… are you into technology?”

“Yeah… But I’m hopeless at it. I don’t know much about anything gadget-y. We don’t have technology under the sea, so even using a laptop is so much fun for me! I just think gadgets and gizmos are the coolest things…”

An idea grew in the boy’s head. His lips spread into the most endearing grin you’ve ever seen.

“Hey… My dorm is full of cool tech. I’m a bit of a tech nerd…” he chuckled bashfully, “do you wanna come over and watch me fix my 3D printer? I could tell you all about how it works… and you could maybe even help me, too! I could show you all my other gadgets and tech, too…” he began to trail off, “I-I think it’d be cool. But you don’t have to. It’s fine. It’s kinda a stupid idea-”

“I’d love to,” you cut him off. You could see just how much his eyes were shining, and you couldn’t let that stop. You love seeing things glitter and shine. You also love learning new things about the technology they have on land. You flash the boy a grin that stretches from ear to ear. His blush deepens and he looks away.

You hold out your hand, “I’m Y/N. It’s great to meet you!”

“Carlos…” he shakes your hand, “it’s great to meet you too.”

Neither of you let go of each other’s hands, because neither of you want to. You both look away awkwardly, taking in the comfort and warmth of the other’s hands. There’s a few moments of awkward silence before Carlos clears his throat speaks up again.

“Well, let’s get going then… I have lots to show you!” He continues holding your hand and bashfully leads the way to his dorm. The way there is filled with Carlos telling you all about the different types of tech and gadget he has.

You squeeze his hand excitedly and follow him, listening attentively. 

This boy is the biggest treasure of all.

anonymous asked:

"I hope you like scary movies" for the 300 words or less fic please :)

 Thank you for sending this in, and I’m sorry for how long it took me to get started on these! If you sent in a prompt, know that I’m working on them!

For this first one, we’re in a Modern AU (Because these two were meant to be together in any universe!)

Words: 279

“Jyn?” Cassian called as he kicked open the door to their apartment, his hands full of Chinese take-out – orange chicken for him and pork lo mein for Jyn and plenty of fortune cookies for them both – “I’m home!”

“Great!” Jyn yelled back, her muffled voice coming from the bathroom. “Do you want to pick out a movie and I’ll be right out?”

Shoving their dinner in the fridge, Cassian headed over to Jyn’s sizable movie collection. Jyn was old-school, she’d explained to him on one of their first dates; rather than tuning into Netflix or Hulu at the end of the day, she preferred keeping a physical copy of the move on hand, a habit (and a sizable DVD collection) she’d inherited from her father.

Now, however, as Cassian scanned over the titles, he noticed an interesting connection between the movies in her collection. Rather than sticking to a single favorite actor or director, Jyn’s stockpile seemed to all belong to one genre.

I hope you like scary movies,” Jyn said as she joined him in the living room, running a towel over her damp hair. And, indeed, a tolerance for scary movies seemed to be required, since Jyn’s collection ranged from Alfred Hitchcock classics to all six Paranormal Activity films

“I never realized you were quite so …” Cassian struggled for a moment to find the right word. “Dedicated to the genre.”

“You’re not scared, are you?” Jyn teased him.

“Of course not,” Cassian scoffed, rolling his eyes as he stuffed 28 Days Later into the machine.

(As long as he kept his flinching, rapid heartbeat, and tense muscles hidden from Jyn, hopefully she’d continue to think that.)

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