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China thinks about the decisions of her past a lot. About how foolish, arrogant, selfish she was. And she wants to stop. She has, to an extent. She wants to be seen as caring, to let people in. But she can’t. Because at the end of the day, that is something she’s rarely done in her lifetime. It’s something she can’t control.

China Sorrows is scared. She always has been. And she’s worried she will die alone.

valkyrie being afraid of penguins is so funny to me. penguins are like 95% fat with brains smaller than their eyeballs and all they do is fall of rocks and try to steal each other’s eggs. like, i understand that she was dropped in the penguin tank as a baby, but???? pls give her some therapy and make her watch happy feet

Clarabelle: If I wore a shirt inside out, the entire universe would be wearing the shirt except me.

Kenspeckle: Congratulations, you just explained Gödel's theorem in a single sentence.

10. Dex in a tux at the requiem ball

11. talking about his cat Sabrina who showed her love by scratching him

because The Maleficant 7 and Armageddin Outa Here are also valid

Okay, listen up gang, what was your favorite Dexter Vex moment:

1. “Thanks Gladys!”

2. “Wilhelm, this is a private conversation!”

3. “Oh God I’m blushing, I’m actually blushing for you!” 

4. “They just want to hand me over which is actually pretty nice.”

5. the draugr / draugar explanation scene “They’re two different words.”

6. the t-shirt scene ya know

7. “the dead not-gender-specific persons??”

8. the cowboy dexter in the “apocalypse now” collection  

9. when they were about to jump down the hole in book 8 and skulduggery went: “first one at the bottom wins” and dexter was first to jump 

genuinely wild to me when I go to someone's house and we watch TV or listen to music or something and there are ads. I haven't seen an ad in my home since 2005. what do you mean you haven't set up multiple layers of digital infrastructure to banish corporate messaging to oblivion before it manifests? listen, this is important. this is the 21st century version of carving sigils on the wall to deny entry to demons or wearing bells to ward off the Unseelie. come on give me your router admin password and I'll show you how to cast a protective spell of Get Thee Tae Fuck, Capital

This is amazing!

I am still here

A/N: Dexter, Valkyrie Mini Drabble. No spoilers, all hypothetical.

“What do you have to say for yourself?!!” 

Dexter looked up slowly, groaning from the pain in his back as his body protested against his movement. He hissed when Valkyrie hit him against the shoulder, her knuckles cracking pretty harshly into his collarbone. “God DAMN IT, Val…” He bit his lip and smoothed his fingers over the sore spot. 

The black haired fury before him could barely contain the white lightning in her eyes. Dexter felt something drop inside his stomach at the sight of her distorted face. Her quivering bottom lip made him realize how tired they’d grown of losing each other. How much fear they carried inside themselves. Fear of having to grieve even more than they’d already had. 

Dexter moved his head away from the Doctor’s inspection which she accepted with a sigh. He was sitting on a chair in the Sanctuary. They would have taken him to the medical bay, but he had refused. Even though a house had fallen to its ruins on top of him, he was sure he’d be okay. He had to be. 

With his sad, blue eyes he looked up at Valkyrie in all her trembling, angry, fearful form. He had seriously scared her. Carefully he tried to reach for her wrist, but the muscles in his arms weren’t happy about that. Valkyrie noticed the slight shaking in his shoulder and that furious, suffering expression of hers turned even worse. 

In a haste, she took a step back, staggering slightly. “You are the worst, the most insufferable idiot, the absolute worst, you hear me!!” 

Dexter’s shoulders slumped slightly. His short fingernails were digging into his palms as he clenched his fists. “I was protecting you.” 

“Well, guess what!” Valkyrie shouted in response. “I don’t need protection!! You know very well, that I am by far much more powerful than you are!! That house dropping on top of me?? Maybe I would have come out unharmed. But no, you had to push me out of the way to almost get freaking killed!!” 

Dexter stayed silent, as Valkyrie tried to regain a normal breathing pattern after her hysterical sermon. He felt a burning feeling inside of his throat and he was certain it for once wasn’t to blame on the remnant Daquesse had pulled out of it. “Maybe.” 

Valkyrie lifted her head out of her hands and looked at him imploringly. “What?” 

“You said ‘maybe’ you’d come out unharmed.” 

Valkyrie bit the side of her cheek. 

Dexter closed his eyes for a second and managed a short smile. “It wasn’t much of a choice, you know. I just did it. I just pushed you out of the way.”

Some of the fury vanished from Valkyrie’s eyes, making more space for the aftermath of her fear: the tears. “You- you-” she choked out, fighting the need to cry that was rising in her throat, “you almost got yourself killed.”

“No.” Dexter said quietly, gently. He had a hard time gulping down his emotions himself. “I am still here.” 

Valkyrie continued her inner battle against the tears, until Dexter opened his right arm as far as he could, inviting her to make sure he was still alive and well for herself. That little offer of a hug was all it took to make the sobs break out of her. Dexter suppressed the groan of pain that almost escaped him when Valkyrie’s body slammed against his own in a bone crushing hug. Considering the fact that his ribs were definitely cracked and his shoulder had been dislocated until mere minutes before this, he was doing a good job at biting it all back. Admittedly, it did soothe some of Dexter’s pains to bury his face in Valkyrie’s hair and breathe in her scent of life. He could imagine that it worked the other way around as well. 

They were still here. They hadn’t yet turned into ghosts. 

It is so nice to know that none of the people I know irl know of this blog

Y'all remember that scene in phase 1 where Val aknowledges that the thing that most sets her apart from other people her age isn't magic but knowing what she wants to do with her life?

That shit hits way too close home.

I'm about to graduate amd I have like no idea what I wanna do... it's kinda scary. Like how am I supposed to chose sth to do for the rest of my life when I can't even remember the last thing that actually made me happy

This is amazing!! Thank you :) I really love the idea of Leia realizing she misses Han pestering her and then interrupting his work for a change

Since you asked for a number that might or might not be for a fic prompt: How about 7?

Ah, the last of the ficlets! I'm sorry for taking so long on this (and...honestly, I'm unsure of the quality here, but...you know, these are mainly exercises, so).

Number 7 on this list was "visiting them at their place of work", so here you are!

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She didn’t want to invite trouble merely by acknowledging it, but the Command Center had been painfully quiet for her entire shift, and Leia needed something to happen. Not a disaster, mind; they already experienced those on a regular enough basis, and it wasn’t like she was looking for an adrenaline rush. No, she just hadn’t seen anyone except the staff on duty, which was…strange.

Strange? It’s strange that the only people I’ve seen today are the ones I’m sharing a shift with?

It was, though. Her day was usually interrupted by a number of beings, from a single smuggler to an entire squadron of pilots, all of whom thought their own concerns more important than anything she could possibly be busy with. The complete lack of contact from any of them was unnerving.

Well, the Rogues were out on a mission, so the lack of contact from them was to be expected. Han and Chewie weren’t, though. They weren’t due to leave for another run for several days, and Leia was certain she had heard loud cursing in Basic, Corellian, and Shyriiwook emanate from a nearby hangar when she had grabbed lunch from the mess.

The fact that she had even had to get lunch herself was strange. It shouldn’t have been — it shouldn’t have been — but the number of times she missed the lunch window only to have Han or Chewie or Luke show up with her midday meal probably outnumbered the times she had sat down and had a proper lunch without interruption.

Leia’s shift had ended a solid half hour ago, but she found herself waiting in the Command Center for…something. Someone? She rarely had so much time to devote to thoughts of her own movements and often relied on outside indications that she should be somewhere: an alarm, a meeting alert, someone stopping by on their way to dinner…

Someone.

Right. Han almost always annoyed her until she gave in and ate dinner in the mess when he was planetside. When he wasn’t…well, she was usually too busy to notice until her stomach growled, at which point she ate a ration bar or two.

I wonder where he is. It was a silly thought; they had no agreement, no contract demanding that he irritate her into eating away from her desk, but she had apparently started relying on that outside cue more than any other.

Leia walked to the mess. She heard loud banging, followed by Han shouting to Chewie as she passed the hangar where the Falcon was housed. What is wrong with that disaster of a ship now? she wondered.

As she entered the dinner line, a thought occurred to her: Han hadn’t bothered her about dinner. He might have gone with just Chewie — it was possible they were in a hurry and couldn’t bother with going to get her — but she wanted to be sure. Leia caught the attention of the ensign spooning a brilliant orange mystery grain into containers. “Have Captain Solo or Chewbacca come through yet?”

The ensign shook his head. “No, ma’am. Haven’t seen ‘em.”

Leia checked her chrono. The dinner line was minutes away from closing, and Han and Chewie had certainly sounded preoccupied. She asked the ensign for three meals and carried the stack out of the mess hall toward the hangar.

The area surrounding the Falcon looked as if the ship had been sick. Parts — old, new, refurbished, destroyed — were strewn everywhere, and Leia couldn’t discern any meaningful order just by looking at them.

Han hung upside down from the belly of the ship, his legs completely consumed by the Falcon’s hull, while Chewie handed him a tool of some kind. Before the smuggler disappeared entirely into the ship, he caught sight of Leia and scowled.

“No time for whatever you’ve got for us, Worship. We’re workin’ on a deadline and we’ve gotta—”

“Dinner?” she interrupted, lifting the boxed meals emphatically. “One of the guys on dinner duty mentioned you two hadn’t been through yet, and you’ve seemed busy all day, so I thought…” She shrugged.

Han blinked, checked his chrono, and shook his head once. “Didn’t realize it was so late.”

Leia nodded. “I figured as much.” She set the boxes on the lid of a nearby crate. “I’ll leave these here. You may want to get to them pretty quick; whatever grain they served looked half-congealed by the time I went through the line.”

[Thank you, Princess,] Chewie said.

Leia nodded. “You’re welcome.” She turned and took a step away from the Falcon, intending to eat…she wasn’t sure. Maybe her quarters, or back at her desk just so she wouldn’t be completely alone.

“Hey, Leia?” Han called. She turned to look in his direction right as he freed himself from the guts of the ship and twisted just enough to land on his feet. He took a few steps toward her. “You wanna eat here with us?”

Leia nodded and walked back toward Han and Chewie. “Yes,” she said with a smile. “That’d be nice.”