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***Editing cause I can’t believe I forgot to mention my other Jacobi fic I have running where he keeps waking up in alternate universes but somehow they always revolve around Warren Kepler and I lowkey love it
I wish I was kidding when I say these three have been in my drive for over a year and I just haven’t been able to bring myself to do anything with them yet
Little more about your options:
1. Actually a personal fave because you know I love sad and this one is actually sad af. Jacobi attempts to build a life after the Hephaestus and everything he does keeps coming back to his lost team (particularly Kepler, he’s got a very fucked up messy relationship with Warren Kepler that he still doesn’t understand even after Kepler is dead)
2. The premise of this one was mostly Soap works for Shepherd before Price and is ordered to kill Graves and take his place as Shadow Company’s leader and take out the 141 so that there’s no loose ends. Don’t worry he doesn’t like doing it and I would say this one actually isn’t too bad on my angst scale
3. What can I say, I think about them way too much. I’ve literally created full lore for these funky little guys we saw in the books like twice and essentially it follows them from just before the timeline of The Raven Boys to after The Dream Thieves (I can’t say how far because it’s not done but I have little snippets of things they’re up to up until the fall after the Fourth of July). Anyway I love them and I think my little made up lore is cool
4. Idk bro, make a suggestion I guess, you all know what I do at this point I think or if you don’t you could probably make an educated guess based off the other three - I’ve been thinking of starting something either AFTG (again..) or maybe doing a marauders fic
Thinking about Doug Eiffel from Wolf359 and I think I know who I wanna be when I grow up. Dudes he’s got some issues but he’s king.
Yes it’s been months. No im not okay.
I only have the finale episode of Wolf 359 left and I don’t know if it will have a happy ending or not and I’m a bit afraid to listen to it. I hope Eiffel makes it home to his little girl...
Beautiful moodboard, by the way. It really captures that loneliness and guilt that underlies all the space drama and humor. Or, to put it in the modern parlance, this hits me in the feels.
wolf 359 aesthetics- doug eiffel and anne garcía for @whoopsiedaisiedoo, @remembersunflowers, and @mossylog5
(requests are open)
Yay I finished Wolf 359!! :'D
Super late to the party on this one….but Wolf 359 is such a good show!
Dear GOD wolf 359 finale I'm ruined
Ive saw plenty of posts like "vote for the most traumatic moment in wolf359 / whats the moment tha forced you to pause". So, I want to write about my *that* moment
Memoria, Jacobi situation, "Goddamn Renee don't do it" was intence, really... but, for the first time in my life I really cried because of fiction, was Lovelaces and Minkowskis dialogs with Eiffel in "Shut Up and Listen". Because it wasn't something intense, serious. It was personal.
You know that moment when you think for yourself looking at the character, "oh, they are just like me, kin this so much"? How you subconsciously begin to interpret any situation happen to the character as your experience? I've experienced nearly word by word dialog with someone in my life. And to hear that again, through fictional characters was not just... hard. It was devastating. It was brutal. It was mindchanging.
I may sound dramatic, but I cannot express this in any words, how hard did that hit me. Hell, I'm not even talking about Eiffels behavior in the next episode.
"I'm not a bad guy..."
I will be reviewing my behaviors and myself for a very, very long time after that.
✨ Happy Birthday, Communications Officer Doug Eiffel! ✨
Commission for the lovely @commsroom , thank you again!!
(I have so many more rants locked and loaded about their relationship I love them so dearly)
Something something Doug Eiffel being the communications officer on the mission, handpicked solely to be a lab rat and arguably having the least personal autonomy out of the entire crew versus Marcus Cutter, Director of Communications at Goddard Futuristics making sure that he's always the one in control something something.
No seriously though, the blatant mirroring of how Eiffel uses communication to make connections and how Cutter uses it to manipulate is crazy. I know that Eiffel and Minkowski are obvious character foils, made even clearer by the comparison of Lovelace and Lambert later in Change of Mind, but I think an argument could be made for Eiffel and Cutter being something.
Someone who's smarter than me please untangle my thoughts.
Sobbing
i feel like this is,, WAY too short to be my first post on ao3 but it’s short enough for people to decide if they’d want me to post on there at all or not so hear me out—
this is a little rough draft based on an idea i had of minkowski transmitting lil messages to eiffel after the events of episode 28 to cope with,, all the stuff while he’s missing, since she found out he’s been transmitting his own logs to deep space and she just wants to try any way of getting to him, lmk if it sucks or not—
. . .Before you say anything. . . I know how touchy you get about other people messing with your equipment. I’m sorry. I just. . . needed someone to talk to about. . . all of the other people I have to talk to.
. . . Does that make sense?
. . . I don’t know why I’m asking, it’s not like you can give me an answer. Even so. . . I hope you hear this. I hope you’re in a place where you. . . could hear this. If it ever finds you. I don’t exactly know which direction of deep space this is going, but. . . I really hope it finds you.
I’m sorry about teasing you for that, by the way. Transmitting your logs. I guess it’d be a lot easier to feel ridiculous not knowing if the countless hours of you talking to yourself actually ended up somewhere or not. At least this way you know it’ll be heard. Eventually.
. . . Things are a lot different around here without you. It’s funny. I used to joke about how much I’d like the quiet when you weren’t around, anymore. Turns out it. . . isn’t as luxurious as I’d imagined. When you aren’t here to break the silence, it gets. . . heavy. Tense. I guess that’s why you never shut up. Maybe I should be thanking you for that.
. . . I don’t wanna get too. . . sappy, or whatever, in case this actually does manage to reach you. I just. . . hope you’re doing okay. That’s all. We. . . I would really like to have you back. And we’re doing everything we can to make sure that happens.
I’m gonna stop transmitting, now, okay? But. . . maybe I’ll stop by tomorrow, if things keep going the way they are. We’ll see. Until then. . . just try to hang on. We’ll see you soon.
. . . Goodnight, Eiffel.
Welcome, dear listeners. I'm screaming into the void.
- Doug Eiffel, probably.
Refs and a close up under the cut!
"I'd name a dog Doug! Doug is not a human name!" - My partner.
Anyway we've been listening to Wolf 359 and I'm obsessed.
(The amount of times this podcast has made me deep dive on space travel is wild. Anyway some really cool actual astronauts in zero gravity for refs because hMmmMm SPACE!!)
See, I don't think so-
1. He never reacted to the Psi waves! Cutter and Pryce had the regulator on board the whole time they were there, and he was never affected.
2. The mind control worked; it broke early because of Lovelace's blood, but it didn't break like it did for her
3. The star was blue when he went through, not red; it was safe for him to go through.
I DO, however, think it's possible for Eiffel to get his memories back due to a combination of Lovelace blood and The Aliens Having A Copy Of His Brain As Of Watchtower
guys……. You remember how Lovelace’s shuttle fell into the Star
And then Doug falls into the star
Doug must come back as a clone right???
How did I only just realize this on like my seventh listen
I think, after the events of the podcast, Eiffel and Minkowski would both end up with different trauma responses in the wake of the Hephaestus' lack of food/supplies—
Minkowski's main focus is her crew. Once they're back on Earth, even with every resource at her disposal, she rations everything. She's deeply uncomfortable with the feeling of losing control, so she measures every portion and keeps a meticulous inventory. It takes her almost a year to start using toothpaste properly, because her instinct is to save as much as possible.
Eiffel, on the other hand, was stranded on Lovelace's ship. His trauma largely revolves around rationing and portion control. So, he swings wildly in the other direction and hoards. His cupboards are full of chips, bulk pasta, cereal, frozen burritos. More vegetables go bad in his fridge than he actually eats. He'll grab anything he sees at the grocery store, even if he has no intention of using it, because the fact that he can pushes away the dread of running out of anything. He also rarely finishes a container before moving to the next one, because his instinct is to save some for later, no matter how irrational that is. He has six almost empty cans of coffee grounds laying around at any given time.
I also think the two of them living together might help both of them heal a little. The first few months are hell, of course, because as much as they need and care about each other, Minkowski's obsessive portioning freaks Eiffel out, and Eiffel's reckless abandon does the same to her. Eventually, though, I think they'd each recognize the other's point of view and meet at an almost healthy middle ground
It's so emotionally powerful to me that we don't hear any interactions between Minkowski and Eiffel in the finale between the scene when she tries to send him back on the Sol and the scene where she witnesses him losing his memories. That's more than an hour in the middle of the finale with no direct interaction between these two central characters whose dynamic is a core element of the show. For me, this makes both of those dramatic scenes even more moving, because they feel juxtaposed in a way they might not otherwise be if there was a Minkowski & Eiffel interaction inbetween them.
As the Sol prepares to launch, Minkowski tells Eiffel goodbye and she knows it could be the last time she speaks to him. She thinks she might never see him again, but at least he'll be safe. She thinks he might never forgive her for that choice, but at least he will have made it through this.
But his stubborn desperation to fight alongside the rest of the crew defies all her plans to protect him. And the next time she speaks to him - after she's been shot in the stomach during her attempts to reach him, after she's continued to look for him even as she's bleeding out - he is injured in a way she would never have expected. When she first sees him hooked up to Pryce's machine, maybe she thinks for a moment that he's unharmed, that they might all make it through this the way she hoped. Then she learns that his memories are already slipping away from him.
There's her desperate attempt to protect him at all costs, and then there's a life-altering harm that she couldn't protect him from, which she witnesses. Between these two moments, there aren't any scenes with both characters in together to bridge that gap. There's Eiffel yelling "Goddammit, Renée, DON'T DO THIS!", and then there's him telling her "It was an honor to serve under you, Sir." There's him pleading with her and then there's him forgiving her. There's Minkowski saying "Go home, Eiffel. Hug your daughter.[...] Goodbye, Doug.", and there's the desperate heartbroken way she says Eiffel's name after the memory wipe has gone through. There's two very different kinds of goodbyes.
And then, afterwards, there's two very different kinds of introductions.
The fact that it would be Eiffel running in to see her, not the other way around.
She sends him into space. She sacrifices her own best method of escape to save him. He sacrifices his to go back and save her. Where in the original finale, Minkowski has to grapple with the fact that she tried and failed to save Eiffel, in this version Eiffel has to deal with the fact that she was right. He didn't save her even when he came back; it made no difference. If he had gone back to Earth, nothing would have changed except the few last words she gets to say to him. For a moment, he thinks she was right all along, that going home would've been the best option. He couldn't have helped her anyway.
But he's wrong. On the Urania, headed back with everyone, Eiffel is the one who takes on the task of reteaching Minkowski who she is. Of course, he's reverent and kind and tells her what a wonderful commander she was, how sharp and determined and headstrong. It takes almost a month before she comes storming in, recordings in hand, demanding to know what he really thinks of her. It takes another few weeks for her to realize she has a husband, because in the chaos of adjusting, Eiffel never told her. By the time she makes her way through all of his logs, they're back on Earth.
Those two are so intertwined, I can't imagine a world in which Eiffel doesn't do everything he can to help her, and it breaks my heart-
Random thought to get thrown out into the void: what if Minkowski had been the one to get memory-wiped instead of Eiffel? What would that change, thematically?
It would lose the punch of the self-centered coward making the final sacrifice that it being Eiffel has. It has a touch of “captain goes down with her ship” about it. We don’t get as much time on her and Hera’s individual relationship as we do with Eiffel and Hera; what would a Minkowski-and-Hera final stand and goodbye look like? It could be interesting from an Eiffel perspective; Minkowski pushed him and taught him so much and now it is time for him to help lead her?
I don’t know. Interesting thing to think about though.
I DID IT GUYS !!!! I DID IT
TECHNICALLY it is still the ten year anniversary of wolf 359 if you live somewhere that’s NOT EST (which is not me but shhhhh)
ANYWAY !!! You guys remember when I was all like “darn I wish wolf 359 was a visual media so I could make that edit thats trending!” I did it. I cosplayed all eight characters involved in the mutiny, and I made it a visual media, and I EDITED IT MOTHERFUCKERS :D
I’ll reblog this with a much sappier caption in a minute I just so wanna be technically on time because this took a WEEK—
I’m so god damn happy to be done with this before I go to bed that I’m not even gonna think about the fear of posting my face here lmao g’night dear listeners and what have you <3
You know your felon ex-boyfriend we sent to space and then told u died? Well he’s alive and he’s back but he’s got no memories now. It’s a long story, there were aliens and he was used as a medical experiment. No neither of those things have to do with why he has no memories. He wants to meet his daughter though. So. Sorry.
Braiding
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“Why did I agree to this?”
“Beats me!” Eiffel said with a smile. “But you did!”
Minkowski groaned. “I regret it already.” It was her room. This was probably against some protocol or another, something about keeping professional relationships professional.
Eiffel chuckled, patting the space in front of him and crossing his legs. “Come on, Rapunzel.”
“Maybe I should just shave it all off.”
He laughed. “And you call me dramatic. Trust me, I’m actually not bad at this. Scout’s honour.”
She huffed, but sat in front of him.
“That’s the spirit!”
Minkowski turned to glare at him, but he only grinned back.
At least if he messed up her hair, she could do the same right back.
The first touch of his fingers untangling her hair made her jump. How long had it been since someone had touched her? It must have been longer than she’d thought.
Eiffel gently worked out the larger knots with his fingers, noting how she shivered at the touch. He understood that feeling. Instead of commenting, he grabbed the brush, carefully running it through her hair and smoothing it out.
Okay, so it felt really nice to have someone brush her hair. “You are good at this.”
Eiffel smiled. “No need to sound so surprised.” He paused. “Okay, maybe there’s a little reason.”
Minkowski smirked. She’d softened on her Communications Officer over the last few months. Started letting his jokes get to her, teasing him back on occasion. She wouldn’t say it out loud, but… they felt like friends, now.
That was a nice feeling.
He put the brush down next to them and started gathering her hair into one long strand. Unfortunately for her, doing so meant that his nails brushed the back of her neck, drawing out a twitch and a gasp and oh right, she was ticklish there.
And she’s just allowed her friend and head of mischief full access. Great.
“You okay?” Eiffel asked, his hands stilling.
Minkowski cleared her throat. “Fine, fine.”
“If you say so.” He shrugged, going back to his task.
The second time he accidentally touched her neck, Eiffel started to get suspicious. He could understand once, it was a surprise. But why did she flinch again?
The third time was a test. He let his fingers wiggle a little as they passed just above her shoulder, and yep, that was definitely a muffled squeal.
He grinned. So Commander Badass was ticklish. Cute.
Shit. He knew. He definitely knew what he was doing, because he started doing it more. Every overlapping strand of hair was accompanied with a fingertip trailing across her neck and making her squirm or hiccup or squeak, smiling wider with every attempt. She should stop him.
She should stop him.
A finger wiggled playfully just under her jaw, and she barely muffled a snort behind one hand, twitching forward instinctively and grinning like crazy.
Eiffel chuckled. “Hey, I can’t work if you’re all the way over there.” He teased, but didn’t follow. He had a feeling that if he pushed too hard she’d put a stop to this, and that was the last thing he wanted. This was fun.
It was very tempting to curl up into a ball or run away. Minkowski knew she was smiling, surprised to find how relaxed she felt beyond that giddy tension. She leaned back, fighting not to scrunch up her shoulders.
In the interest of not getting his ass kicked, Eiffel didn’t tease. Much. He sang a quick, “Thank you!” and went right back to braiding. And maybe sneaking in a quick tickle every few seconds. Hey, it wasn’t like she was stopping him.
It was really hard not to scrunch up her neck, but she managed. Just about. She wrapped one arm around her middle and scrunched her eyes closed, struggling not to laugh. This was- it was silly, and yeah, normally that was something she was categorically against, but…
Okay, fine, she was kind of having fun.
Nails scratched just under her ear, drawing out a hicuppy laugh and making her crush the other hand over her mouth. Eiffel laughed silently.
“Umm, what are you doing?”
“Oh, hey Hera.” Eiffel said, looking up at the nearest camera. “We’re having a bit of a slumber party; the Commander’s hair was getting kind of out of control.”
“No, not that, I mean-” His fingers danced over the side of her neck, and she flinched. “That! What is that?”
Minkowski cringed. Really? She couldn’t even respond without laughing right now. Did Hera seriously not get it?
Eiffel chuckled and did it again, noting that her ears had gotten flushed. “What? My hand just slipped.”
Hera groaned. “You’re doing something! Tell me!”
He winked at the camera. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m not doing aaaanything. Right, Commander?”
“Mm-hm!” She managed to squeak, face burning.
Hera huffed, and Eiffel mouthed, “Later.” At the camera. He felt a little bad for leaving her in the dark, but hey, he was almost done.
“Aaaand, done!” He neatly tied up the end of the braid, and because he might never get the chance again, playfully wiggled the end of it against her neck.
There was a loud squeak, and the next thing he knew, his commanding officer had flopped over sideways, both hands smushed over her face and her shoulders locked around her ears. Eiffel chuckled. “You okay there?”
Minkowski glowered at him between her fingers, grateful that her giddy smile was thoroughly hidden.
Hera laughed. At least they were having fun. “Seriously, what’s going on?”
Eiffel smirked. “Well-”
He was cut off by a gentle punch in the arm. Minkowski sat up, still grinning, with a sly spark in her eye and the brush in her hand. “Your turn.”
Oh crap. He laughed nervously. “You don’t have to do that, it’s all good.”
She shifted back and crossed her legs, patting the spot in front of her. “I insist.”
He was so dead.
Cautiously, Eiffel sat down, already half turtled and biting down nervous giggles. He jumped when the brush was dragged through his messy hair.
Then she dropped the brush and dug her fingers into his ribs, making him shriek loudly and fold in half like a cheap lawn chair.
Minkowski grinned, vibrating her fingers into his ribcage. “You okay there?” She asked, amused by his wild cackling.
Huh. Now that she thought of it, she wasn’t sure she’d heard him properly laugh before. Weird, for such an upbeat person. He was certainly laughing now, snorting and cackling and squealing in a way that maybe she should have found obnoxious.
Eiffel kicked his feet and squirmed frantically, trying very hard not to wriggle out of Minkowski’s evil grip while laughing his head off. It was hard; she was unsurprisingly ruthless. “Mercy!” He squealed, twisting ineffectively. “Mehehercy!”
Minkowski rolled her eyes at his dramatics, letting one hand drift to squeeze at his stomach, drawing out a series of snorts. “Weren’t you just telling Hera what’s happening?”
“Noooo!” He whined, curling up as best he could.
Short nails scratched at his neck, and he burst into giggles, shoulders scrunching. “Oh, I think you were.” She teased.
Eiffel felt like he was melting. This was so unfair; he hadn’t been even half this mean! He slapped at her hands weakly, slumping forwards and laughing helplessly.
Minkowski chuckled, worming her hands under his arms and earning a shriek. “Well?”
“Yes, I’m not entirely sure what’s so funny right now.” Hera said, sounding a little smug.
Eiffel wheezed, his smile wide and helpless. Minkowski seemed to notice his need for air and eased off a little, fingers playing gently at his ribs and keeping him jumpy. He couldn’t stop giggling. This was the most fun he’d ever had on the Hephaestus.
He was certainly taking his time catching his breath. She scratched gently at his stomach, and Eiffel yelped and flopped over onto his front. “Okay! Okahahay! It- it tickles, plehehease!”
“Ohhhh, I see!” Hera said teasingly.
Minkowski mercifully retracted her hands. “Why didn’t you say so?”
He wanted to swear at her but was too busy giggling his head off. His limbs had gone all floppy and his brain was pleasantly fuzzy from laughing so much. A hand brushed his hair back and he flinched violently.
Minkowski chuckled. “It’s okay, you’re done.” She said, going back to his hair. “But someone has to do something about this rat’s nest.”
Oh. He relaxed. Should probably get up to make this easier, but he was very comfortable in this boneless, giddy state, and Minkowski was only making it worse by gently brushing his hair. It was calming. He wasn’t going to get up unless someone made him.
It was certainly a lot faster to braid someone’s hair when you weren’t also tickling them to death, Minkowski reflected with a soft smile. Eiffel seemed to have given up on being a human being for now and decided his time was better spent as a jellyfish. It was kind of nice, seeing him this happy.
“All done!” She said, and because she was feeling evil, brushed the end of the braid around his neck, earning a giggly squeal and getting him to squirm onto his back.
Eiffel glared playfully, still grinning. “You’re ruthless.”
She shrugged. “Eh, we already knew that.”
He chuckled and sat up. “Remind me never to get on your bad side.”
“I have tried.” She said with a smirk. “Yet somehow you always wind up there.”
“At what point do you admit that you don’t have a good side?”
She punched him gently in the shoulder, and Eiffel grinned. He was sort of tempted to poke at her, try to figure out if she had other weak spots. Another part of him didn’t want to push the line. It was nice being able to have little hair braiding parties that left them both smiling and a little giggly. The last thing he wanted was to ruin it.
Minkowski ran her braid through her hand. Huh. “You actually did a good job.”
Eiffel put a hand over his heart. “Commander. That was almost a compliment!”
She rolled her eyes. “It took you long enough.”
“All part of the process.” He grinned. “Happy to help out any time.”
The thought had that giddy feeling in her stomach resurfacing and her lips twitching. She bit the inside of her lip. “I’ll keep you posted.”
Eiffel tried to hide his surprise, but nothing would keep the massive grin from forming. “Great.”
It was great. It really was.
Maybe next time, he’d figure out her other weak spots.