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So Much (For) Stardust - Stolitz (Explicit)

The hold Stolitz has on my SOUL is INSANE. PLEASE, somebody, just let them be happy! *sobs*

So...let's let them have some Good Friday smut. As a little treat.

WARNING: This fic is explicit and is intended for those aged 18+. Fic includes fellatio, ass play, and bondage. Unrelated: Brief and non-descriptive mentions of an apocalypse.

It's definitely not as wild as I could have gone (given the couple), but I wanted to explore the softer side before going into their kinks. Definitely not the last fic of these two.

This will also be posted on ao3 early next week (along with a x reader Hazbin fic if you're interested in those). The prophecy at the beginning will be an integral part of that x reader fic. I was fascinated watching "The Circus" to hear that prophecies were under Stolas's purview and wanted to explore that.

In another life, you were my babe

In another life, you were the sunshine of my lifetime

What would you trade the pain for?

...I'm not sure.

When Hell usurps Heaven

Earthbound its ruler be.

When Heaven quells Hell

The door with no key

Shall present itself

Unto humanity.

And when both fall

So soundlessly

Two stars remain

In shattered realms:

The Light of Lucifer and

The Mourning of Morningstar

To rest reality.

To rest…reality.

Stolas could still feel the snaps of Lucifer’s shoes as he stalked from the mansion tattooed onto his skin.

He could never determine when a prophecy would come to him. He could force it - well, kind of - if information was needed. But the harder he tried, the less what arrived made any sort of logical sense.

That he had not tried at all - in fact was actively begging the universe to offer Lucifer only the most straightforward and simplest of answers - haunted him.

I did not sleep with that imp, your grace.

Ozzie saw me there, yes. Unfortunately, I think there may be some sort of misunderstanding. You see, I was just…

You’re a rule breaker, sire. So let’s rewrite the rules! Who’s to say I can’t marry my Blitzy? We’re already FAR more acquainted than Stella and I EVER would be. From one fallen to temptation to another…let me have this. Let me be happy.

Okay…so he was never actually going to use the last one. Fantasy was one thing. Political suicide was another.

But he also hadn’t planned on spewing the most damnable prophecy that had ever fallen from his beaked lips. One that had come as sure as sin without any of the pleasure.

It did not help that it was the 14th.

Clawed feet dug into the plush red rug in front of his lounging chair that he felt drawn to for the simple fact of wanting something present should he faint. Stolas gasped for air, his hand clutching at nothing and everything all at once as his fingers ruffled through the feathers of his chest.

Where in the Hell will we go? Stolas frowned, his upper set of eyes shutting against the stray thought as he caught the lower set of eyes began to tear up. What’s safety in the middle of the fucking apocalypse?

He did not have to ask himself what the rattling of his brown-gray walls meant. As he always did, Blitzo snatched up the window and slithered into the room just as sly as any snake.

“‘Sup, slut” said Blitzo, standing to his full height in front of Stolas. “Ready to take this ‘D’ train to ‘P’ Town? Like…like Pleasure Town. Pleasantville…nah, that’s gaggy. Pound Town! Oh Christ on a stick…why’d it take me that long to get there? It was right there! Could have helped a guy out there, Stolas.”

Faced with his beloved and his ridiculous humor, Stolas found his breath growing even despite the shake in his very bones.

“Blitzy,” he warbled, words seeming to fail him.

“Hm?”

Those yellow eyes stared up at Stolas expectedly and he could not take the slightest of spaces between them any longer.

With a swiftness Stolas gathered Blitzo up in his arms to clutch him against any sliver of skin he could find. It was not an easy endeavor - Blitzo immediately began to wiggle and jolt his head to and fro in annoyance.

“It hasn’t even been that lo- eek!” Blitzo exclaimed, his hands carding through the feathers on Stolas’s chest to give his mouth room to breathe. The touch, as always, served more like fire to Stolas’s blood. “LET ME BREATHE!”

“No,” said Stolas, voice still weighed with sorrow. “No, Blitzy. I need you to listen.”

“List-ng,” mumbled Blitzo.

That Blitzo’s gun was what his hand reached for when Blitzo slid a hand down Stolas’s arm escaped Stolas entirely. He could merely feel his cheeks redden and his groin grow pleasantly hot.

“I received a prophecy today…for the King of Hell,” said Stolas.

“Ah shit,” said Blitzo, perking up and putting his arm stiff by his side. Stolas made a small “mmph” at the loss of contact. “Lucifer? Like the Lucifer? Like the holy fuck…FUCK ME, DADDY…Hell’s Daddy Baddie Bofanawahnahdingdong?”

Squinting at Blitzo as if trying to understand the workings of his mind, Stolas tilted his head. “...yeeeesss?”

Blitzo’s eyes seemed to shine before he wore a strange, almost pondering expression.

“Is he as short as the tabloids say? Because I say that he’s a Short King ™ but noooooo…Moxxie says he’s soooooo tall and that he’s soooooo seen him in person. Like sure, Mox. An absolute nobody like you has seen our supreme ruler without melting into the pavement like a sour strawberry shake. Lick my ass, bitch boy.”

Though Blitzo was not speaking directly to him (that much was clear…it was the little white-haired imp that Stolas had come to know as “bitch boy,” after all), Stolas could not help but smile at his antics.

“I suppose that would depend on the height of the demon meeting his majesty,” said Stolas plainly.

Blitzo pouted.

“Don’t poke holes in my theory,” he said, whipping his tail lamely against Stolas’s arms still holding him feet above the floor. “Fucking rude.”

Laughing a warm laugh, Stolas snuggled Blitzo into the curve of his neck.

“To answer your question…short.” With a pause, Stolas regarded Blitzo with a hooded look. “Better be careful, Blitzy…you know how I love my short kings…”

That he was referring to Blitzo himself went without question…at least Stolas assumed that it did. The look of confusion on Blitzo’s face made Stolas frown. He took a hand to rub his thumb in a caress across the end of the scar under Blitzo’s eye.

Despite a stray moment of frustration in his brow, Blitzo stiffened entirely before smiling wide.

“You trying to tell me that I could have lost my shameless cum slut? Not much of a threat when I fuck you so good, babe. Speaking of...”

Goetia were practically weightless. It was a fact - a cold one that Stolas did not care to remember when he was busy drooling over the strength it took for Blitzo to flip back before hoisting him into the air. He tossed Stolas onto the waiting and well made bed.

Stolas landed on the comforter with a laugh and a slight bounce. “Ha ha ha! Hm…but Blitzy…you forget what a world of depravity that you’ve launched me into. A toy or two might be all it takes to replace you.”

The dark of the room prevented Stolas from seeing Blitzo, but he could definitely feel those gold eyes on him.

He could also make out the telltale sound of clothes hitting the floor.

Cold, mirthless laughter filled the room.

With a leap only an imp as impish as Blitzo could make, there he was…crouched on the foot of the bed. Those eyes of his narrowed even as Stolas drunk in the view. The splotches of white dancing among the red. The lithe chest and the promising outline between his legs.

The cowboy boots Blitzo always wore and always refused to take off.

When Blitzo spoke, it was with a hiss befitting his forked tongue.

“Be useful for once and restrain yourself.”

Stolas frowned. There were parts of Blitzo’s life that he simply did not talk about. Hurts that Stolas seemed to commit without being quite certain of what he had done.

And the last thing he wanted to do was to hurt the one he loved. So he settled into a role he knew Blitzo approved of.

“Yes, daddy,” Stolas practically purred. “I’m so sorry for being so…mouthy.”

That seemed to improve Blitzo’s mood if his smile and his slither up the bed were any indicators. With politeness, Stolas made to forget and ignore the scratchy slip of Blitzo’s boots on his satin sheets.

Handcuffing himself to his headboard was not a task completely unknown to Stolas. It was, however, unavoidably awkward.

“If you’re so sure that you can have so much pleasure without me…let’s remind you what I can do without all the bells and whistles. See how your smug ass likes that.” Blitzo was close enough now to clasp Stolas’s light chin in his large hand and lean forward to whisper. “Mouthy. Real cute. I’ll show you mouthy, your majesty.”

The nasty tone in Blitzo’s voice was definite cause for concern…

…but not quite as much as the imp literally ripping the clothes from Stolas’s body.

“OH!” Stolas exclaimed, his wrists already the sweetest type of uncomfortable. “Oh, Blitzy, yes!”

The blush that colored Stolas’s cheek was like a drug to get high off of. He certainly felt high as all four eyes danced in delight with the dark of the canopy bed swirling around him. After Lucifer had left, Stolas had found his cape and his crown discarded in some hallway or room in his grief. So the red tunic he wore was the very first to go. He thrust his chest toward Blitzo desperate for contact.

Blitzo simply moved to catch Stolas’s beige trousers in his digging claws. They came off without protest - without need for the speed with which they were thrown.

Stolas’s blush deepened when he realized his thick tongue had been sticking out of his panting beak.

“Look at you,” said Blitzo, his tone both appreciative and aggravated. “Prettier than any Moan-a-Leeso.”

That Blitzo had no idea what the hell he was talking about was evident.

But his intent meant enough. Meant enough to make Stolas stretch and sigh and savor the burn of the restraints despite wanting nothing more than to grab hold of his lover.

“You…think I’m that pretty?” Stolas ventured.

Blitzo managed a nod before his tongue caught Stolas’s.

The Goetia could have cried.

Kissing Stella had been nothing like this. He had once wondered what anyone found fascinating about romance when kissing her was the same as kissing a cardboard box or the back of his hand.

But Blitzo? Oh, Blitzo made him burn. Made him want to be lost in him forever. Made him want to be reckless and reasonless and all the things he had been warded against as a child.

Too soon Blitzo was pulling away with Stolas following him as far as his restraints would allow.

“Ah, ah, ah,” said Blitzo haughtily. “You’re making me forget where I was…my little dick-straction. Oh yes…”

Blitzo was sure to caress and clasp at every bared bit of feather that Stolas had on display as he made his way down the dark lord’s body. The plush feathers of Stolas’s thighs quivered when Blitzo carded his fingers through them.

That he was already hard was a battle Stolas lost mere moments after seeing Blitzo. But the first reverent twist of Blitzo’s hand on his cock made Stolas choke on air.

For his part, Blitzo waited until all of Stolas’s eyes were squarely back on him before smirking.

“Being mouthy,” said Blitzo.

Being with Blitzo was like experiencing every vibrant bit of life all at once. It could be overwhelming and only the slightest bit overstimulating. Both seemed apt descriptions of Blitzo’s tongue twirling the head of his dick as if it were the last lollipop in Hell.

This imp would be the end of him.

“FUCK yes,” Stolas exclaimed.

What Blitzo did not fit into his mouth, he shoved into a hand instead. His fingers curled and quickened at such a lovely rate that Stolas did not quite think to care where Blitzo’s free hand was.

Then a finger pressed soft but steady against the feathers of Stolas’s backside.

Stolas knew the way he spread his thighs wider at the sensation and raised his tail feathers would be considered brazen. The act of nothing more than a common whore.

But maybe whores were onto something when it felt this damn good.

Being that Stolas knew Blitzo was coming over, he had naturally prepared himself accordingly. But in the rush to the bed, he had forgotten the lube. Words were trying to form into sentences in his brain to warn Blitzo…but then the curiously gentle swirl of Blitzo’s finger left the round of the hole he had finally found.

It was soon replaced with Blitzo’s tongue.

One hand still working the Goetia’s dick, Blitzo allowed the other to hoist one of Stolas’s long legs into the air as he slowly but surely licked and lapped and lounged within the other’s ass. The crudeness of it all made the feathers on Stolas’s chest practically burst forth as he squealed in delight - pleasure and pointed avoidance of responsibilities clashing into the sweetest sensation.

Tongue snapping up suddenly, Blitzo chuckled when Stolas groaned in protest.

“What’s the matter? Not so easy to replace now, am I?”

The force and the bite of those words caught Stolas off guard, made him blink almost drunkenly down at Blitzo. “What? Blitzy…I could…I could never replace you.”

A myriad of emotions flitted across Blitzo’s face. None landed quite right or for any more than a moment. But when you had four eyes to catch details, you caught enough.

Shock.

Sadness.

Searching…but for what?

“Well…that’s…” Something like a cough or a wheeze escaped Blitzo. “Oh fuck me…that’s…good.”

Before Stolas was able to say more - to ask what would possess Blitzo - his Blitzy - to assume he was replaceable, the imp had lowered his mouth back lower than low. The pressure of that tongue - thin though it was - seemed too much at first. Unpleasant. Stolas grimaced and was about to ask to shift positions when the dual tips of Blitzo’s tongue ran against that spot.

“FuuuuuUUUUUuuccckk-KH!”

With a mind like Stolas’s, quiet was hard to be found. He always had to be ready to perform his duties at a moment’s notice. There were wars to stave off…faraway stars to map…dreams to bring to reality or to immediately crush. It did not matter if he was simply lounging with a lovely red wine and a good book…his thoughts always persisted.

Now, with his dick thrusting weakly into Blitzo’s warm hand and his mind scattered by the sheer sensitivity of his ass, the only thoughts in his head were of that delightfully crimson cutie pie giving him the most divine of pleasures.

Any discomfort was soon forgotten as Blitzo bobbed his head and let the wet heat of his mouth graze between Stolas’s legs before falling back further again.

“Yeah…yeah make me wear your tongue as a fucking plug,” Stolas rambled loudly, both humiliated and turned on by his own words.

Blitzo, gracious as ever, obliged.

Normally Stolas’s stamina would allow for more fun, but after an exhausting day and being called “pretty” by Blitzy, he was desperately welcoming the build of pressure at the bottom of his stomach. It did not help that Blitzo’s fingers were now focusing on the head of Stolas’s cock in jerks that spoke of well known weak spots.

“Blitzy…Blitzy, please…I’m so close…I’m so…!”

The speed with which Blitzo switched his tasks - set his mouth to Stolas’s cock and two fingers into Stolas’s ass - was astounding.

Stolas could barely appreciate it for the peak of his pleasure striking him all at once…tearing down the trappings of a prince and making him putty in his lover’s mouth.

Oh how he longed to stroke Blitzo’s jaw as the imp swallowed his cum.

The moans from Blitzo as he lapped at Stolas’s dick did nothing to quell this want.

“Touch you,” rasped Stolas, inhaling sharply. “Want to…touch you.”

Pulling the softening cock from his mouth, Blitzo frowned. “Too damn bad. Now stick out your tongue…”

Though he quickly and dearly missed the fingers that had been stroking the inside of him, Stolas giggled almost maniacally. “Fuck yes! Yes! Come to me, Blitzy!”

Sorrowfully, Stolas’s beak did not allow him the abandon he would so adore to have when providing fellatio. But there were always ways around this. One particular gag Stolas had found in a luxury sex shop in the Lust Ring usually helped to give enough range without putting Blitzo in harm’s way.

Tonight…tonight he needed him so desperately that he would forego his pride to give Blitzo what he needed.

Presented with the gorgeously long red cock that he so loved, Stolas stuck out his tongue as far as he could…then past that.

“Christ, we’re eager,” Blitzo chuckled. “Say ‘ahhh,’ baby.”

Stolas could not say anything at all and instead made an awkward humming noise before feeling the weight of his beloved settle onto his tongue. He certainly must have been a sight…all-powerful dark lord of Hell second only to the Sins and their families themselves…reduced to craning his mouth wider than wide to worship the dick of an imp.

The rhythm, thankfully, was soft but steady. Blitzo moved his hips slightly as Stolas’s tongue lathered up and down his dick, his balls, his…

“OHohohohoheeeee! That kind of tickled,” Blitzo giggled.

Heart pounding in his chest, Stolas stopped himself from embracing his darling imp to preen on him until his heart’s content. He’s so raw and real and rippling with sex…oh, Blitzy.

Salt and sweat. It was the taste of fine wine…of ambrosia…of something so indulgent as to be gluttonous.

Oh FUCK…I never called Bee back about the quarterly reports…ah…later. Busy now.

Blitzo’s hand came up to tug back the feathers at the back of Stolas’s head and Stolas writhed beneath him.

“That’s right,” said Blitzo encouragingly. “Suck daddy’s dick just how he likes it.”

Horror sent chills down Stolas’s spine when he let out a horrible slurping noise as his tongue rounded that red cock over and over. It was unattractive and gargling…embarrassing in its earnest enjoyment.

But then Blitzo was mumbling…was saying things that sounded strangely like “Fuck, that’s hot.”

So Stolas continued.

“FUCK me…fuck me,” Blitzo grunted, his hips snapping quicker to meet Stolas’s wild rhythm.

It was the clutch of those long fingers against Stolas’s skull that let him know his effort was about to be rewarded. He thought of their last roll in these same sheets…how Blitzy had sat his cute little ass right onto Stolas’s face and use that blessedly long tail to jerk Stolas off at the same time.

A repeat would be marvelous…but perhaps later…now…now I just want it to be about you, Blitzy.

In the quiet seconds before Blitzo came, the two locked eyes. Trembling, Stolas dropped his gaze while willing his tongue to continue even as the burn at the base of his mouth cried out.

Little longer…little longer…don’t you dare take this away from him…you can do it…

Colorful strings of curses filled the air as Blitzo finally came. Stolas tried to shoot him a wanton look even as he lapped at the cum being shot down his throat.

But Blitzo glanced away, his breathing ragged.

It might have hurt if those hips had not gone backwards to remove himself from Stolas’s grasp before the imp collapsed onto the Goetia’s body.

“Mmmmhmhmhm,” Blitzo moaned. “Daddy want sleepy now.”

Laughing a loving laugh, Stolas gave into temptation and preened - his beak shuffling and clacking against those large horns. “Get some sleep, Blitzy.”

Seemingly beyond tired, Blitzo rolled off of Stolas and onto the empty side of the bed.

His side of the bed, Stolas corrected himself quickly.

…if only.

Several moments of silence passed. Stolas gathered his breathing and slid his hands from the restraints with practiced ease.

He was almost too afraid to turn his head to look at Blitzo. The imp was still there - his weight equivalent to little more than a small dip in the bed.

But if he looked…would Blitzo remain? Or would he disappear like a dream?

Like so many times before?

Stolas heard Blitzo snoring and his heart sunk and rose all at once.

“I’m so scared, Blitzy,” said Stolas softly, sweeping the line of secretive. “I have absolutely no idea what any of this means and…and all I know is that I saw you. During the prophecy. In the madness of a planet’s end…it was only for a moment…but I’d recognize you anywhere.”

The chuckle that hung in his chest was hollow and forced.

“I…I want you to come with us…with Octavia and I.” Stolas smiled when a loud snore bubbled and popped from Blitzo’s mouth. “You can even bring Loona and your two little imps from the agency. I…I haven’t quite figured out where we’ll go…but for as long as I’m able, I’ll protect you.”

He turned then, confident in Blitzo’s sleep. The imp was turned with his back facing Stolas - bare and spiked and intoxicating.

But now…now was not the time for that.

Scooting carefully and quietly, Stolas laid a hand in the space between the two. When he clutched at the sheets, he might have been doing so to keep himself from touching Blitzo once more. For there always was the promise and panic of the next time.

The next time…

“I don’t know…I can’t…I think…”

Blitzo stirred in his sleep, mumbling something unintelligible. Stolas eyed him, hopeful. But Blitzo did not wake.

Inch by tiny inch, Stolas shifted to Blitzo until he was flush against his back. Although Blitzo swatted at him at first, he soon settled. Stolas had been rigid yet still - trained in years of proper decorum and terrified of waking the imp.

If Blitzo woke up, he would leave.

If Blitzo left, Stolas may never see him again.

He can’t be your bird in some gilded cage, he thought woefully. Blitzy would hate that…but if he could…if he would just…

What Stolas wished Blitzo to do, exactly, he could not lay a finger on.

Like him?

Love him?

Marry him?

Or, perhaps, he thought, relaxing into the bed and Blitzo and all the bliss of the night, I’d just like him to stay.

Blitzo never had, of course…stayed after one of their rendezvous. Had come close and had even fallen asleep before. But Stolas knew far too well it never made a difference. He shouldn’t get his hopes up. He shouldn’t…Hell, he shouldn’t be doing this to begin with.

Yet just when Stolas began to frown, he felt what at first seemed like vibrating from Blitzo. Slightly alarmed (and only slightly aroused), he glanced over Blitzo’s shoulder trying to make sense of the senseless situation when it struck him.

Purring.

Blitzo was purring in his arms.

Despite himself and his own horror-filled prophecy, Stolas grinned a wide grin and cuddled into one of Blitzo’s horns.

Maybe - just maybe - this could be enough.

Maybe - just maybe - this should be a new beginning.

Maybe - just maybe - this time he would stay.

…maybe.

#helluva boss #stolitz #stolas #stolas goetia #blitzo x stolas #helluva boss stolas #blitzo #stolas x blitz #smut #fanfic

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disease · 8 months

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The Rhino Brothers Present the World's Worst Records: Volumes 1 & 2 are a series of compilation albums released by Rhino Records in 1983 & 1985. They purport to compile the worst music ever recorded and feature mostly novelty songs, parodies and cover versions of popular songs, performed very poorly (though in many cases, intentionally so, either as a novelty or as a joke). The original first volume included an airsickness bag and a warning that the album 'may cause internal discomfort.' Full track lists include...

VOLUME 1 [1983]: 1. "The Crusher" (The Novas) 2. "Big Girls Don't Cry" (Edith Massey and The Eggs) 3. "I Want My Baby Back" (Jimmy Cross) 4. "I Like" (Heathen Dan) 5. "Kazooed on Klassics" (The Temple City Kazoo Orchestra) 6. "Fluffy" (Gloria Balsam) 7. "Paralyzed" (Legendary Stardust Cowboy) 8. "I Wanna Be Your Dog" (The Seven Stooges) 9. "Boogie Woogie Amputee" (Barnes and Barnes) 10. "Kinko the Clown" (Ogden Edsl) 11. "Umbassa and the Dragon" (The Turtles) 12. "Ugly" (Johnny Meeskite) 13. "Surfin' Tragedy" (The Breakers) 14. "Young at Heart" (Wild Man Fischer) [YOUTUBE: FULL ALBUM]

VOLUME 2 [1985]: 1. "Downtown" (Mrs. Miller) 2. "K'nish Doctor" (Mickey Katz) 3. "Party in My Pants" (Barnes and Barnes) 4. "Foreign Novelty Smash" (The Credibility Gap) 5. "Nag" (The Halos) 6. "Who Hid the Halibut on the Poop Deck" (Yogi Yorgesson) 7. "Goodbye Sam" (Shad O'Shea) 8. "Just a Big Ego" (Bob Rivers and Zip) 9. "Candy Rapper" (Bird & MacDonald/"Sticky Fingers") 10. "Hands" (Debbie Dawn) 11. "Baseball Card Lover" (Rockin' Richie Ray) 12. "Fudd on the Hill" (Little Roger and the Goosebumps) 13. "Split Level Head" (Napoleon XIV) 14. "Teenage Enema Nurses in Bondage" (Killer Pussy) 15. "The Troggs Tapes" (The Troggs)

#music history #compilation #cringe #weird #80s #rhino records #music #u

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mindful-hempress · 4 months

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Mooring Light

It was here upon a secret lake,

In a secret place,

On a moonless night fit for promise breakers,

Sober thieves,

For dancers deciding not to be seen.

It was here, on such a night, she’d fled.

Pursued by the wrath of a goddess she’d cheated,

Where I am, I'm an unbelonger.

Even here, huh, lake bird?

Spider web thin and strung from time to star,

an impossible thread of light.

Should I fail to return

I tether you to these constellations.

…on a night the stars are samely scattered

then your mooring light shall beam skyward.

Let a sun-shy pair of eyes be your discoverer.

Douglas A.

Sacrificing Light

It was there near mossy grooves,

By towering pines,

Upon a falling star gathering spirited wishes,

Sirens tales,

And dreamers gliding in sacred pools.

It was there, upon that star, I’d wailed.

I forfeited a kindred soul before the eyes of Oshun,

Where I go, I'm a wanderer.

Yet there, my exalted secret?

Santeria drifters amidst a moon-stamped lake,

a geometric silken connection.

If I may fade away

Remember the stars bore witness.

…on the eve of two astral_nauts death

always look out beyond sacrificed light.

We gambled on stardust bonds with a goddess.

Walata M.

Gifs from FKA Twigs Video/Sad Day

#writers on tumblr #fka twigs #sad day #only time shall tell #my gif post #A sword fight and a beautiful song

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witchofthesouls · 10 months

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(Okay, a snippet of the fic idea from the ask meme Burn your sins and wash away your virtues submitted by @skyite: )

< I am my brother’s equal, child of clay and stardust. My power may have waned after the long eons of my exile, but I am still tethered to Cybertron and its children for Solus is mine and I am hers. Prima is not the only one to ordain new champions for Primus, nor are you merely one of my lineage, little far-song echo of my own brand. If I am the Breaker, then you shall be the Reaper. >

And like a lifetime before, a lifetime where June was the only survivor and a god gave her a chance to go back, even if he never told her where, nor when, nor as what, Megatronus then levied himself down and breathed fire into her face and she had no choice to inhale it all. Damn the consequences because she already made her choice. Even with a body of metal rather than flesh, June melted and warped, painted bubbling, fuel flashed to steam, and robes were eaten by flames, her optics shattered and her chest imploded as she was wreathed in the very essence of his own power.

She transcended beyond pain and agony, beyond physical sensation, and would have flown away, freed from being fettered to a body if it wasn’t for the cage of Megatronus’ hands and he plucked her away and opened his own chassis. In her newfound awareness, she saw Megatronus what he truly was as he set her upon a new pyre made of his own churning spark.

< Arise, new Prime of my own frame, and Judge wisely for you shall reshape this world as I have done. >

___________

When Soundwave looked deep into the twisting flames of Solus’ legendary Forge, all he saw was a funerary pyre and Cybertron remade in the aftermath of its ashes and fury.

___________

Soundwave woke up, gasping for air. His entire frame boiling, despite the frigid temperatures several stories beneath the surface and in the sanctum where followers give tidings and thanks to the closest approximation to Megatronus’ Shadows. He shook with uncontrollable spasms and vents wheezed as cooling systems struggled immensely with Soundwave’s entire frame overheating to extreme levels. Even his own systems were prioritizing life-support and disabling others: his vision, weapons, transformative sequences, and all communications were among the considered lower priorities.

A pair of slim servos, blessedly cold and steady, held him down and dripped fresh coolant over his frame and cold fuel into his lips until the dire warning signs downgraded enough to allow him back his own sight and voluntary movement.

When he saw Juno’s face, blackened by soot and smeared in ashes, it was Megatronus Prime's own optics -twin suns of fuchsia blazing in the dark above him.

The dream was disjointed: the massive height of Solus, Liege Maximo’s gleaming horns, Megatronus’ melting glyphs, and the living flames of the Forge’s vision, but grounded in reality was the phantom cool touch of a scythe and the sword-shuttle-needle in both his hands as well as the heavy coating of residue upon his frame and smoke in his intakes.

Face bare and in his own voice, he rasped out the very name given from the blaze-turned-firestorm:

“Hail, Nemesis Prime.”

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ankhmeanswombman · 5 days

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I’ve seen a lot of ideology surrounding the interpretation that religious texts are fundamentally “anti body”, particularly in radfem adjacent and anti transhumanist online spaces that I used to frequent. It’s comical that most interpretations come from people who don’t understand that the body is an emanation of consciousness, and the focal points of the soul manifest physically, which is why people with ugly minds will also have ugly bodies, unless they chemically alter them. There’s quite a lot going on and significant facts radfems won’t venture into because they’re pro sex and believe in masturbation rights or whatever the order of the day is. It’s funny how these types can’t really give an example of how the texts are anti-body apart from trying to muzzle sex drive and constraining it to the hetero unit. As far as I’ve read the bible only mentions being against certain types of sexual contact but not relationships, which is where true love lies, and it was specifically gay male sex that was targeted because the gay male is a mutant loving mutant. Originals loving originals weren’t really targeted, but the slave minded lustful woman was which is why it’s branded “anti body”. Also key to remember that books like the bible have two conflicting messages like a fork in the road, one directed to the free and the other to the slave (“be fruitful and multiply” in contrast with “some castrate themselves for the kingdom of heaven’s sake”). Seems conflicting but the bible is speaking to everybody in different parables and quotes. The body is somehow always identified with the female principle (who has made herself a slave to the penis/“higher power”), and the male is identified with the sky and ethereal realms to which earth is a slave because the lustful woman chooses that path. The fork in the road creates defined choices and key takeaway is that you have a choice, though it seems some people are karmically cursed because they refuse to clean up and be cycle breakers from their puritan epigenetics. The lustful woman’s body was and is identified with the earth realm (via maiden mother crone ideology) even though the earth realm can literally transform and transcend this definition into one of purity and partheno-regeneration in which male consciousness is no longer a part of the matrix. The earth is a form scape of the cosmos, it can be moulded according to the will of the beholder, and the unseen will manifest into the seen just as God creates life “from stardust” or “out of thin air” depending on your type of perception, all perceptions have a common ground in the end when it comes to the creation story. The male regardless of how he appears is the woman’s shadow, the most lustful, slothful and brooding aspect of her own consciousness that she failed to discipline, so he appeared here in the 3D to terrorise her until her lesson is learned. Thoughts create actions and actions create physicality, the equation is really that simple. Anti body to sex idolisers means anti sex basically, because that is the body to them and that’s all their body will ever be, because that is the depth of their consciousness, forever bound to the animal kingdom. The anti transhumanist messaging honestly warrants a post of its own, but radfems seem to double down on an ideology of simultaneous hope and hopelessness, even though humans are meta already, organic androids in skins of lust. Women will wax lyrical about how the world is a wasteland and how hard it is for (karmically heavy) women in this world, but they’ll also hold strong to their man as though he is the exception, and so sons are birthed and the cycle of perpetual complaints continues. Relationship-seeking is the ultimate distraction which is why everybody takes relationship rights/equal access to heterosexuality so seriously (Maslows Hierarchy of “needs”). People who need an “other half” are telling you what they are… incomplete, and the incomplete are not worth listening to, because they are telling you they’re 50% of a person so their perspective cannot be balanced.

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kagiarts · 8 months

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Stardust Breaker Butterfly 🦋✨

#subtle gogegoge #chibi #gogeta #procreate #digital art

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fruitymocha · 11 months

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Bloody Daydreams

Retro High School/Yandere Reader AU

Chapter 2: Sweet Berries

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Featuring: gn!Reader x Aether, guest starring Lumine, Paimon, Diluc, and Noelle (Scara will get his time to shine soon dw)

Warnings: very slight yandere tendencies (only really towards the end of the chapter), reader is still a pessimistic insecure loser (but less obviously insecure in this chapter), reader drops an f bomb (not at anyone)

A/N: wassup guys. So I guess y’all kinda liked chapter one, so here’s chapter two, finally! Yeah, I know Scara isn’t in this chapter, but don’t worry, he’ll be back for chapter three. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this chapter :)

Only the sweetest of berries in your desserts

Everything after home room was largely uneventful or straight up annoying. No one likes having to do “ice breakers” or introduce themselves. I’d honestly rather be alone, and I’m sure some other students share my sentiment.

In any case, my day isn’t over yet. Somehow I was able to fake it until I made it by acting suitable enough for my part time job at the local diner, Stardust Diner.

Obviously I’m not the only worker from Teyvat High. My co-workers from Teyvat High are Diluc and Noelle. Noelle does a lot of the heavy lifting in the back but also does table-waiting when we’re understaffed. Meanwhile Diluc specializes in drink making. The milkshakes he makes are always delicious. No wonder everyone in Teyvat High comes here to hang out every day of the week.

As for me? I’m a waiter mostly, but I sometimes go to the kitchen and make the desserts. Sundaes are a classic favorite, as are cake slices and pie slices.

I was helping Noelle with our recent shipment of berries when the bell rings. After placing the last box in the back, I went to see if anyone I knew had come in, and lo and behold: the three new kids. Lumine and Aether, along with the middle school genius who skipped to high school, Paimon. All sitting on the booths. Lumine, however, decided to come to the bar and made eye contact with me.

“Can I help you?” I asked, doing my best to hide my awkwardness.

“I remember you from home room. I didn’t know you worked at Stardust Diner,” she said coolly.

“How else am I supposed to earn my own money?” I shrugged.

“Fair enough. Anyway, we’re ready to order,”

“Will do. I’ll just get my notepad…” and before I knew it, Lumine had hopped off the bar and got back to the table where Aether and Paimon sat.

She’s cool.

Definitely cooler than me.

But I couldn’t let that distract me. I grabbed a pen and notepad, and mentally prepared to take their orders.

When I approached the table, I put on my best smile, though it still probably looked awkward.

“Welcome to Stardust Diner, what can I start you out with this afternoon?”

Lumine went first.

“I’ll have a cola,”

regular cola

“I want a chocolate milkshake!” Paimon said excitedly.

choc milkshake

Aether, meanwhile, seemed to struggle a bit.

“Um, I’m not really sure what to try. Do you have any recommendations?” He smiled shyly

My heart skipped a beat, and I had to refrain from smiling too much over this.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m totally freaking out in my mind, but this is work for crying out loud. Professionalism.

But I only really had one drink in mind that wouldn’t leave me alone

“Well, I don’t know your drink preferences, but my go-to is always the root beer float. It’s a classic,”

“Then I’ll have a root beer float,” Aether nodded.

root beer float

“I’ll be back with those drinks” I said, nodding shyly.

Sure, I was at work, but I couldn’t help but let Aether occupy my thoughts. Even if only for a moment.

And then I got to the back and found Diluc.

“Hey Diluc, if you’re not busy, I got three drink orders. One cola, one chocolate milkshake, one root beer float,” I said. The redhead simply nodded and went to find the vanilla ice cream in the fridge.

Everything went as normal, and I served the drinks.

“Thanks,” Lumine said

“Wow it looks delicious!” Paimon said.

“Thank you, Y/N,” Aether said with his sweet smile. I watched Aether sip the root beer float, and he seemed to enjoy it. You were happy.

“You’re welcome. Are you all ready to order?”

~*~

Everyone ordered burgers, and they seemed to be enjoying their food. Meanwhile, one of the bullies of Teyvat High was getting on my ass because the jukebox was broken. So I tried to see what was up.

While I was troubleshooting, the jukebox chose a song, but kept looping on the word “love”. I could hear a chuckle from behind me. It was Aether.

“That’s a funny word to loop on, isn’t it~?” He lightly teased.

“Stupid jukebox, trying to be lovey dovey…” I grumble shyly, trying to stop the loop.

“What’s wrong with being lovey dovey?” Aether chuckled. Oh archons, his laugh is so sweet and silvery…

“I-…well…it’s cheesy,” I said lamely.

“Well, personally, I think being lovey dovey is sweet,” Aether looked right in my eyes.

“…hopeless romantic, huh?” I asked him, still working on the jukebox.

“Maybe just a bit,��

“…I don’t blame you,” I said. Soon I got pissed at the jukebox. “Why won’t this work?” I grumbled.

“Can I try?” Aether asked.

“No, you’re a customer,”

“Please? It’ll be quick,” he pleaded with me.

“I can’t allow it,”

I saw Lumine walk over, a firm look in her eyes.

“Alright, get out of the way,”

“Lumine?! what are you-?”

She fucking kicked the jukebox on the side, and it started working again.

“What the…”

“I’ve dealt with broken jukeboxes before,” Lumine said, as if she didn’t just attack the jukebox like it had insulted her bloodline.

“…You can sit back down now,” I told them both, still in shock.

“And I will be enjoying every minute of those cheesy love songs,” Aether lightly teased.

“Alright…let me know if you need anything,” I said, defaulting back to my customer service lines.

Aether nodded, sitting back down. Lumine approached me, however.

“…maybe we can…hang out sometime?”

“…yeah, I’m free on Sundays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.” I said.

“Cool. Meet me after school on Wednesday. By the courtyard.”

“Sure thing,” I agreed.

And so, I went back to work, amazed by this new development. I’m making friends…

~*~

After they finished their meals, they opted for a round of dessert.

“Let’s have some ice cream” Lumine suggested.

“I want chocolate!” Paimon said excitedly.

“Vanilla for me” Lumine said coolly.

“…I think I’ll have strawberry,” Aether said sweetly.

I took note of it and went to prepare it.

I scooped chocolate ice cream for Paimon, drizzling chocolate sauce on top and putting a maraschino cherry on top.

I did the same for Lumine.

With Aether’s, I got a little creative. I picked out the most delicious looking strawberries and mixed it in with the ice cream, put the chocolate sauce, and chose the perfect cherry to put on top.

“Only the sweetest of berries for you…” I whispered to myself. Then I snapped out of it. I’m at work after all. I walk out there and deliver the ice cream to the trio. When I put Aether’s ice cream on the table, he looked up and smiled at me.

“Thank you, Y/N,”

“Of course,” I said, as is appropriate for my job. “Enjoy,”

And then I went back behind the counter to help my fellow coworkers.

~*~

The rest of my shift was uneventful, but I felt inexplicably joyful when I thought of Aether. He was so sweet and precious and…yes, pretty too.

Was this love? If so, it was exhilarating. I want more of it. I want more of this feeling. I want to be closer to Aether… I really do.

And I can’t wait to see him in class tomorrow.

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin au #genshin aether #genshin scaramouche #genshin wanderer #genshin aether x reader #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #yandere reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin au #bloody daydreams

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lalalian · 1 month

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LITERALLY every single DR I have

I have not completed the scripts for most of them 😭😭

KEYS: 💭 = Non-Media / Not from a book, movie, or show DR

Sorry if the grammar is bad, I’m too lazy to look over this post 😭😭

Magical Girl DR 💭

heavily inspired by Precure bcccc it’s cute. Who doesn’t want to fight enemies with frilly dresses?

Regular School DR 💭

School but like filled with drama, I have some things written out 😭😭 it’s super 2015 Wattpad-y so idk if I’m gonna talk abt it

Fantasy Minecraft YouTuber DR 💭

I KNOW WHAT YOURE THINKING… I DO NOTTTT LIKE ANY MINECRAFT YOUTUBER OTHER THAN LDSHADOWLADY AND SNIFFERFISH. I MEAN THAT LITERALLY. don’t misunderstand, please and thank you 🫶

Dreamscape Station DR 💭

I had a vision, but I’ve yet to work on this script enough for me to post a lot about it 😞 I did post about it tho on my TikTok account! Essentially it’s like the backrooms but cute, ethereal, not dangerous (kinda), and full of shifters from other realities. You take a train to different parts of ‘Dreamscape’ and explore! I made tickets for this DR too 😭😭

K-Pop Stan Life DR 💭

Self explanatory. I’m gonna be a fansite, buy as many albums as I could possibly buy, and trade cards with ppl online + provide lots of freebies!

J-Pop Idol DR (💭 kinda)

This was a requested script from someone on my request form (I’ve just realized I didn’t link my request form here on tumblr… it should be up before anyone’s read this). I ended actually using this script for my love live DR cuz my old love live scripts were the ugliest thing on the planet

Obsidian Bride DR

Obsidian Bride is a manhwa that’s literally Singles Inferno but in an isekai otome manhwa world + everyone’s based off a gem, your gem is chosen based on your life and personality!

MHA DR

I was influenced to shift here bc of Priicklleshifts on TikTok 😭😭😭. I don’t really like the actual anime that much, but it seems like a really fun place to shift to! The script for this DR is 100% complete (I haven’t added anything to it for months now)

Wind Breaker DR

Wind Breaker’s a bike racing manhwa that you can read for free on Webtoon. Idk who I’m gonna date, but I literally CANNOT date Jay bc he reminds me of my brother 😭😭

Made of Stardust DR

I’m so mad that nobody’s shifting here 😭 if you like fantasy romance books, stars, enemies to lovers, magical forests, angst, etherealism, I bet your ass would want to shift here. I plan to be Kalisa, and so far I don’t want to change the plot

Futuristic K-Pop DR 💭

Also self explanatory. I do have a filled version of this DR up if anyone wants to use it (It’s not in my current format tho cuz the script is old asf😭). I scripted in a contestant show where the contestants would come from different planets (Mars, Earth, and Kepler smth… I don’t remember the numbers)

Better CR DR 💭

The place I’ll probably be permashifting to

Hallows Ball DR 💭

Okay so I started this script like 2 years ago or smth and I was supposed to finish it before Halloween (it’s a masquerade ball DR but with a twist) and I just haven’t finished it yet 😭 let’s hope I finish it this year

How to Get my Husband on my Side DR

Another manhwa DR!

TGCF DR

I bought the first book to read bc I absolutely loved the anime 😭😭 I haven’t read more than like 30 pgs… I just really don’t like it when books are in third person 😭😭

Fantasy Kpop DR 💭

I completely forgot about this DR until I went through my TikTok account to see how ugly my themes were 😭😭 Basically this DR is set in a fantasy world, each of the kpop groups I scripted in are of different species (fae, vampires, elves, etc…) and I’ve gotta gather certain groups to help me find artifacts in every single kingdom so that magic doesn’t disappear (so corny omfggg…)

Hogwarts DR

I only wanted to shift here bc everyone else wanted to 😭😭

Old Kpop DR 💭

Not gonna shift here anymore, but the script is complete 😭😭 I remade it for my Kpop contestant DR

Kpop Contestant DR 💭

Self explanatory, there’s filled and non filled versions on my linktree

My Own Kpop Group DR 💭

This script happens in the same reality as my Kpop contestant one, this is this group I’ll be in once my contestant group disbands. My own Kpop group is time and mythology themed!

Laurier Academy DR 💭

An actual idol school DR, you learn how to be a Kpop idol + a bunch of other stuff. I made a whole school website for this DR and there’s a four versions of this script:

Filled Co-Ed

Empty Co-Ed

Filled Girls Only

Empty Girls Only

(Co-ed is all genders in one school)

Elite School DR 💭

Idk why anyone uses this script bc not only is it ugly but the formatting is 😨😨 this was my first script that I posted to TikTok, and it has all the characters from my other DRs as students. Idk why, but I made everyone has an animal form. Mines a cat (kinda boring but I wanna be able to sneak around 😭)

Dragon Rider Academy (Aethergarde Academy DR) 💭

There’s also a filled version of this script in my linktree, don’t recommend it tho cuz it’s also poorly formatted and ugly. I think this was the second script I posted on my TikTok account

Shifting Library DR (Realmwalker Library) 💭

It’s a shifting library but better! All the books here are written by shifters. There’s different sections for world building, storytimes, quizzes, fanfics (of other ppls DRs), tips & methods, nsfw storytimes (adults only plz), philosophy related to shifting, and discussions about shifting (idk why I didn’t just merge discussions with philosophy..). Don’t be surprised if some or most of the shifters here aren’t human! I scripted that all non malevont beings that shift can come here; this does also mean that the books are automatically translated into the language you understand best. Oh and the authors aren’t always going to be human.

Love and Deepspace DR

My script for this one is pretty much complete, but I really want to know more about MC’s evol before shifting here 😭

Mental Health DR

I won’t talk about this DR at all on TikTok or on here (sorry) bc it’s super personal and I don’t want to seem like a damn baby 😭😭. I’m actually kind of scared of men irl, plus I didn’t have the best high school experience in my DR. My goal with this DR is to practice talking to people and get over my fear of men. This DR is my first ever DR; my original intent with shifting is to help get over my fear of men + people in general, especially taller people

Waiting Room

My waiting room is essentially an isekai manhwa mansion 😭😭 I scripted that there’s a serving cart with one of those 3 tiered afternoon snack things + milk tea, the milk tea has special properties that calm me down immediately when I drink it. My goal is to use the smell of the tea to know that I’ve shifted, and to drink the tea so I don’t fuck myself over and shift back to my OR 😭😭

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k-pop-lovers · 4 months

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#ateez #yukika #tvxq #nmixx #xg #xtraordinary girls #taemin #shinee #woodz #jimin #bts #imlay #xiaojun #wayv #nct #dpr ian #siyeon #dreamcatcher #best #kpop #song #december #2023 #polls

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armandg · 1 year

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#gundam #gundam breaker mobile #art #aesthetic #television #funny #mobile suit gundam #mobile suit gundam 0083 stardust memory

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winniethewife · 5 months

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Jewels made of stardust

(Poe Dameron x OC! Rhoswen Jewelace.)

Chapter 7: Will the stars align?

Last chapter ~ Next chapter

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Rhoswen and Poe were both charging down the hall to the bridge. They had just seen the last ship of the fleet go down, they were running out of time and if Holdo didn’t listen now, they we’re dead out here.

“Is she in there?” Rhoswen asks one of the crew standing outside the bridge.

“Yeah, she forbade you both from being on the bridge. Let's not have a scene.”

“No, let's.” Poe insists as they push past

“Amilyn! We had a fleet, now we're down to one ship and you've told us nothing!” Rhoswen starts to rant at Holdo, Her anger taking up more room on the bridge then any ego that was currently holding the space. That’s when Poe points something out.

“Are you filling up the transports? You are…” Poe sounded Just as angry and Horrified. “All of them? We're abandoning ship? Is that...”

“What?! That’s The Kriffing plan? Are you serious?” Rhoswen looks at the room as a whole. “All you big wig Resistance leaders and running away is what we’re doing?

“That's what you got? That's what you brought us to? Coward!” Poe starts to jab his finger at the admiral “Those transports ships are unarmed, unshielded. If we abandon this cruiser, we're done. We don't stand a chance!”

“This is a disgrace to our parents and family, Leaders of the rebellion who never back down, never gave up. We’re running away?” Rhsowen scowled at Holdo.

“No, you are not just a coward...You are a traitor.” Poe growls.

“Get them off my bridge!” Holdo orders and the two of them are escorted from the bridge. Once the security had walked them out they quickly found a place of to the side to comm Finn and Rose

“Finn, Holdo’s filling the crew to the shuttles. She's going to abandon ship. Where are you?”

“Poe, we're on our way back to the fleet.”

“Did you find the master code breaker?”

“We found a code breaker.”

“Gee that sounds promising” Rhosewen rolls her eyes.

“We can shut the tracker down, just buy us a little more time.”

“All right, hurry.” Poe sighs. Nothing is ever as straight forward as they could hope for. They looked at each other. They knew what they had to do.

As they prepared for their last minute plan to give Finn and Rose just a little more time Rhoswen managed to slip away while the rest of the Black Squadron began the Mutiny. She walks onto the bridge, now mostly empty and starts calculating a course through light speed. Ignoring C-3POs hundered mile an hour questions as she programs the coordinates into the navi-computer. Just then Poe comes storming onto the bridge.

“Captain Dameron, Admiral Holdo was looking for you.” C-3PO told Poe as he rushed by.

“Yeah, we spoke.”

“Sir, I am almost afraid to ask.”

“Good instinct, Threepio .Go with that. Seal that door!” as Poe and Rhoswen are trying to get the ship ready to jump when they get word from Finn, Rhoswen notices C-3PO making a run for it. The golden droid always seemed to be causing a pain in her side.

“Threepio, where do you think you're going?” Roshwen grabbed the droid by the shoulders

“It would be quite against my program to be party to a mutiny - Hey!”

“Its okay, Threepio, you’ll live. You’ve managed this long.” Roshwen smiles at the droid as she shoves him to the side.

“Finn? We are ready to make the jump. It's now or never.” Poe speaks sharply into the commlink. They hear Finn and Rose get caught over the commlink and all Rhoswen can think is they did all this for nothing. That’s when Poe says something that she wasn’t expecting.

“Leia.” Rhoswen turned to see what he was talking about but before she could, she felt the sting of a stun gun, and the pain of her head hitting metal.

When Rhoswen woke up she was some where she hadn’t been in years. Her childhood home. She was confused. This had to be a dream. She looks at her hands and is confused.

“You’re still out cold Kiddo. This is just in your mind.” She looks up at the familiar voice.

“Uncle Luke?” She asked quizzically

“The one and only.” He looked tired. “I couldn’t exactly come by and not say anything to my favorite Niece.”

“Wait, Rey found you, and you’re here to help!” She was so excited she got up and hugged her Uncle.

“Yes, well in a way. Rey did find me and yes I am helping but…” he held her close for a moment, before pulling away and smiling.

“You’re saying good bye aren’t you.” She says with tears in her eyes.

“Yes. But, it’s something I’m more than willing to do for you, your mom and the resistance.”

“I’m getting really tired of losing family in this war.” She shakes her head as the tears fall from her eyes.

“We all are. Why do you think I became a hermit?” He laughs slightly

“You were always the best at hide-and-seek.” She laughs in reply. She leans in and hugs him close one last time. “I love you.”

“I love you too Rhoswen. And don’t you ever forget, you may not have been born into this family, but you’re just as much a Skywalker, an Organa, or a Solo as the rest of us.” He hugged her tight one last time. Before they parted. As the scenery of the house began to fade, the dream ending, Rhoswen felt a sense of peace coursing through her veins.

“May the force be with you.” She says calmly

“Always.”

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#star wars #poe dameron #poe dameron x oc #solo oc #oc #star wars fan fiction #star wars fanfiction #star wars sequel trilogy #Rhoswen Jewelace #Rhoswen #oscar isaac fic #Spotify

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