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#angstpril 2021
lifblogs · 1 year
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Hello, new followers! My blog is a crazy place, so time to talk about some tags to make it easier for everyone. Though I feel as if I must begin with a disclaimer.
I have a brain injury and currently struggle with writing, but I may write fics where I can.
I love Supernatural, and tag that as #spn. If you are here for another reason, you can block that tag.
I love Star Wars, and tag that as #star wars. Again, block if you are not here for that, so you don't get annoyed. (My current obsession within Star Wars is The Bad Batch. You can block #the bad batch, and/or #tbb.)
I love cats. A lot. Feel free to block the #cats tag. I also will tag #my cat, or #my cats; and #loey (my kitties’ ship name), #alley cat, and #loki the cat.
Other tags I use frequently are #personal, #lol, #nature, #birds, #fanfiction, #fanart, #writing, and #whump.
I seem to have picked up the habit of talking about what I'm reading, so for that I use #reading, and if it's a book (it usually is), I use #books.
If you are as annoyed with my mother as I am, block the tag #my mom. I'm in a tough situation here at home, so I do vent about it. Speaking of difficult, I sometimes use the tag #actually disabled.
If you want fun content, there’s the #my dad tag. He’s an interesting man.
I tag adult content as #nsft.
I try my best to tag #salt, and #wank.
I am participating in Whale Weekly. All Whale Weekly posts are tagged as #whale weekly, and #moby-dick.
I’m reading Dracula again, so that’ll be tagged as #dracula, and #dracula daily. ON HOLD.
Other tags are #The Lord of the Rings, #lotr newsletter, #The Hobbit, #httyd, #rtte, #doctor who, #mcu, #good omens, #grishaverse, #tdp (The Dragon Prince), #atla (Avatar: The Last Airbender), #tlok (The Legend of Korra), and #toa (Tales of Arcadia). May occasionally talk about #sjm (Sarah J. Maas) and #tog (Throne of Glass) while doing rereads.
And apparently I blog about #pjo now!
If you're looking for my writing (if the tumblr search function ever actually works again), that can be found under #my writing.
🎉Birthdays are coming up!🎉
Mine is April 3rd, so here’s my wishlist.
My etsy wishlist!
Alley Cat’s is April 6th, and Loki’s is April 26th. Here is their wishlist!
No one feel pressured to get us anything, okay?
And below the cut I have a masterlist of my writing!
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My AO3
Fics by Fandom:
Supernatural
Star Wars
Chilling Adventures of Sabrina
The 100
Lucifer
Tales of Arcadia
'Teen Wolf
Avatar: The Last Airbender
Good Omens
Multi-Chapter Fics (Completed):
Don't Call Me Sammy
How to Get Rid of Nightmares
Bleeding Reality
Deathless
Lockdown
The Sins of Heaven
In the Dark
Day & Night
Book One: Spirit
It's Time We Had the Talk
Don't Call Me Sammy (Rewrite)
Multi-Chapter Fics (WIP)
The Wail of Dying Stars
Blackout
The Laws of Infernality
Livin In You
Three Birds, One Stone
Imperium
Series
The Ascendancy Trials
SPN Hiatus Creations 2018
Take Me to Church
Where
SPN Hiatus Creations 2019
Whumptober 2019
#SpnStayAtHome
SPN Hiatus Creations 2020
Whumptober 2020
Banned Together Bingo 2020
#SPNAdventCalendar2020
Angstpril 2021
Whumpay 2021
Whumptober 2021
Angstpril 2022
Sam Week 2022
Whumptober 2022 As It Should've Been
AI-less Whumptober 2023
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nyamadermont · 1 year
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Year in review (eventually)
Thanks go out to @itsmoonpeaches for suggesting I give this a shot.
1. Number of stories posted to Ao3: 14, total, all LOK-based.
2. Word count in 2022: 96,206
3. Fandoms I wrote for: Avatar: The Legend of Korra
4. Pairings: Lin Beifong/Kya II (3); Lin Beifong/Reader (1); Lin Beifong/Pema/Tenzin (9); Other (1 - shorts with various pairs, if any)
5. Stories with the most:
Kudos: Lin’s Interview, part 4 of Give Us Your Hand (Pemlinzin)
Bookmarks: Two Pairs of Eyes, (Kyalin)
Comment threads:  Elemental Changes, Lin Beifong-centric multi-chapter
Word count: Elemental Changes 
6. Work I’m most proud of (and why):  I’m sure it’s cheating, but I have 3 answers. 
1: Elemental Changes: This started with an image in my mind, and I wrote the whole thing before I published any of it. And the art I commissioned from @slowdissolve kickstarted a whole new experience for us both.
2: The In-Between Years: I managed to take all 30 prompts from Angstpril 2022 and string them into a mostly coherent story, writing no more than 1000 words at a time. Not every day is a gem, but I am happy with the progress of the story from high angst to an amicable resolution.
3. Give Us Your Hand: What started as a 507-word @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt blossomed into a 46K-word, 9-part series (so far).
7.   Work I’m least proud of (and why): This is ‘least’ proud in a set of stories I’m really pretty happy with. I’m going to throw Now Is Not the Time under the bus, because in retrospect, it’s kind of a rewrite of I’m Sorry I Need You.
8.   Share or describe a favorite review you received: This isn’t quite what the question asks, but having @slowdissolve say she would have done my commission for free was right up there in the highlight reel. And those three little hearts from @mjsharizai are always an absolute treat.
9.   A time when writing was really, really hard: I’m still very new on the writing wagon, having just started writing for a hobby in early 2021. Thankfully, I’m old enough that when it’s hard, I just set it aside and come back when the ideas are ready.
10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: I just can’t answer the questions the right way tonight. Here, I’m going with the whole Pemlinzin ship. How little goody-goody two-shoes me wound up writing polyamory is something I should think through at some point in my life.
11. A favorite excerpt of your writing:  
This feels very odd to describe as a favorite. It engendered my first negative review which was so mean-spirited that it was, in its own way, the fire that helped me write the next seven entries in the series. From Mistakes (Give Us Your Hand, part 2):
[Tenzin] sighed. “About a week before he died, she came to visit. She was being Toph, trying to pretend it wasn’t that bad, that he wasn’t dying. Mom left them alone to talk and went to lay down for a little while.”
He shivered. “I wasn’t with them. I just heard Mom shouting. When I got to Dad’s room, Mom was healing him, and Toph was crying. She had punched him like always. But this time, her punch knocked him into the wall and he hit his head. It wasn’t terrible, Mom got him comfortable, but Toph didn’t come back after that. I know she and Mom saw each other at the memorial, and I know they basically made up. But then I hurt you.”
He squeezed Lin closer.
“They were best friends for over forty years. But one argument broke their relationship.”
12. How did you grow as a writer this year: This is a question I think will be easier to answer in retrospect. I was able to complete a couple of larger projects, even after I got so far into them that I kinda didn’t know what to do. I’m just so new at this I mostly can only see my weaknesses.
13. How do you hope to grow next year: Differentiating speaking styles and speech patterns between characters is a sore spot for me re-reading my own writing. I also know I’m not great at describing the interiority of characters. And starting fewer sentences with ‘and,’ ‘so,’ or an adverbial phrase {not an English major, I forget what the technical term is}.
14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):
I think that should be obvious by now. I owe @slowdissolvee a lot of credit.
15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year: 
I’ve been married for 25 years and have 2 kids. There’s a lot of blood, sweat, tears, and memory in what I write.
16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers: 
Be where you are. Sure, your readers are interested in seeing your updates, but your life comes first. #YourAudienceAwaits - and the patient ones are worth listening to. 
I’m going to offer a slightly different perspective than @itsmoonpeachessmoonpeaches, who was so kind as to suggest I take on this exercise. All while not disagreeing with her here:
Don’t be afraid to break out of your comfort zone. You will never grow as a writer if you continue to write the same things over and over again. If you have an idea for something very different, go for it! It takes a lot of effort and time to do something you don’t normally do, but you will end up being better after it.
I know I’ve already written the same story at least twice (see above), but it served me to write both of those stories. I clearly had some thinking to do on the topic.
17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: I cannot put into words how much fun I’m having on Red Jade. Between working with Slowdissolve and getting to read the other Linzolt writers’ stories, I have been grinning for months.
18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read:
All in fun, friends. If it’s not fun, leave it be: @slowdissolve @orangepanic @master-sass-blast @pamplemousseparadox @superliz6 @chaoticnerdsstuff @wishingforatypewriter
And anyone else who wants to!
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korribanarchive · 2 years
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The Holocron's Table of Contents
I'm Em. This is my masterlist. Feel free to check out my works on AO3 linked below. Minors (under 18) DNI with Explicit content (will be marked as Rated E). Antis and hatemongers fuck off.
FANFICTION
Star Wars
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Mhi Solus Tome (The Bad Batch) Rated M WIP Updated 22APR2022
Summary: Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde. "We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors." Clone Force 99, like many other commando squads, is often in dangerous situations. After another commando squad is wiped out preventably, a GAR doctor become the first medic assigned directly to a commando squad. She finds far more than initially bargained for with the Bad Batch. The Opportune Moment by princecollywolly
Those Who Shape Us: A Clone Wars Anthology - UPDATED 10JUN2022
The New Padawans (Rated G)
Larel Corusca was fifteen years old when her Jedi Master was killed at the onset of the Clone Wars. Now she and Ahsoka Tano are on their way to meet their new masters on Christophsis to continue their journey to become Jedi Knights.
I Failed Them (Rated T) Graphic Violence
“Padawan Corusca,” came Master Windu’s stoic voice, practically forcing the teen to look up. “Per Master Kenobi’s report, you were sent on a patrol with a complement of 12 troopers and one AT-TE. Only you returned alive. Such a loss requires further explanation.” or Padawan Larel Corusca recalls the loss of her squad on Felucia to the Jedi Council
Screaming (Rated M) Graphic Violence, Torture DD:DNE
It was supposed to be a simple mission. Transporting humanitarian supplies to a small Mid Rim world was the sort of mission any Padawan could handle on their own, but things quickly took a turn for the worse when General Grievous caught up with Padawan Corusca's ship. (Inspired by the following Angstpril 2021 prompts: Screaming, Alone, and Bedside Vigil) DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT
A Master's Promise (Rated T for grief, mourning, Deception Arc)
In the aftermath of her Jedi Master's death at the hands of a bounty hunter, Larel Corusca does her best to cope as best she can despite feeling like her world is falling apart once again. Inspired by Angstpril2021 prompt "You Lied To Me"
Em's Holodiaries (WIP Series)
Emilia Omek was brought into the Korriban Sith Academy with nearly no memory of her previous life. With the potential she showed in the Dark Side, the Masters embraced her and she did everything to excel. In time she saw through the foolishness of the Brotherhood of Darkness and took her chance to walk away. These are her stories.
Running Away (Rated M) Graphic Violence
Emilia Omek had never truly meshed with the ways of the Brotherhood of Darkness. On Ruusaan she takes the first chance out she can. Why die with a bunch of easily manipulated fools?
Inspired by this prompt by @peachieprompts
TCW Modern Military AU
All the Time in the World- Captain Gregor x Female Reader (EXPLICIT) (MINORS DNI) AO3
Reblog the story on tumblr with a comment to vote for QYTGregor Adult Fic Contest!
You're a dancer in the New York City Ballet. You met Marine Spec Ops Instructor Captain Gregor during Fleet Week two years ago. You fell hard and fast and you've missed him more than words can say. He comes up from Camp Lejeune on leave early to surprise you.
TVDU
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Breaking Points (Rated M) Graphic Violence, Alcohol Use, child abuse (UPDATED 24MAY2022)
It has been said that we are bound forever to those with whom we share blood. The loyalty of family is said to be unyielding, but everything has its breaking point. When a pair of siphoner twins, Genevra and Jonathan start pulling threads on the secrets that hold their coven together, how long will their loyalty to their coven and to each other hold out?
Game of Thrones Fics
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A Tale of Wolves and Dragons (Rated M) Graphic Violence, Age Gaps (Updated 8JAN23) (WIP)
When her twin went north to join the Nights Watch, Sarra Snow knew she only had one choice. She would have to go south with Lord Stark to the Capital. Pulling threads and pushing boundaries brings to light truths that may have been better off lost to time. Many paths lay before her. She must make the right choices for herself, for her kin, and maybe even for the realm.
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irathgo · 2 years
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It's the BIG master post
Please let me know if any of the links doesn't work.
Chronological Order Master Post
Twisted Fate
Fallen Heroes
The Mercenaries
"Totally OC"
Xantria
Twisted Fate Character List
CrossOvers
Fractured Unity
Master Posts
Whumpay 2023
AMOW - Winter Whumperland 2022
Whumptober 2022
Whumpay 2022
Angstpril 2022
Febuwhump 2022
Whump of July 2021
Whumptober 2021
Febuwhump 2021
Comfortember 2020
Whumptober 2020
Whumptober 2019
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My writings masterpost
Just something I’ll constantly be updating as I try to put snippets together. All of these are divided up by the character they focus on. They are also placed in chronological order for that character.
Serra Kine
“First Impressions” Serra’s first meeting with her eventual Jedi nemesis
Ryscha Kine
“Please...” (Whumptober2020 prompt) Ryscha has been Vitiate’s plaything for almost a year. Her mind somehow resisted him for all that time but everyone has their limits and she has reached hers.
“Alone” Ryscha receives a message from Republic Command and the Jedi about the future of her crew.
“Broken hearts” (Whumptober2020 prompt) Ryscha, the disgraced Hero of Tython, and Lord Loyat share a moment together.
“Isolation” (Whumptober2020 prompt) Ryscha deals with the repercussions of Satele’s Valiant speech which condemned her in front of the entire Republic.
A difference of opinion The Hero of Tython and Barsen’thor are sent to retake Tython. But the world obviously means more to one than the other.
“Wrongfully accused” (Whumptober2020 prompt) After the events on Rakata Prime, Ryscha returns to Carrick Station. But she soon learns that the station is not nearly as welcoming as it once was.
“That didn’t stop you before” (Fictober2020 prompt)  Ryscha and Loyat play a friendly game of pazaak with each other. Loyat then decides to get under Ryscha’s skin.
“Nightmares and Tea” Ryscha Kine deals with a nightmare. Her wives (Lana and Loyat) comfort her.
Amarra Kine
“No, absolutely not” A last minute detail for their attack on the Nova Blades leaves the Wrath less than pleased with her allies.
“That was impressive” (Fictober2020 prompt) Amarra calls together a meeting of the Dark Council to discuss the war with Zakuul.
Whumping the Wrath - Bad AU continuation of “That was impressive”
My Cipher - Amarra realizes that she is truly and hopelessly in love
“From the journals of Amarra Kine” Entry of Amarra Kine’s journal during the war with zakuul
“The things you make me do” (Fictober 2021) Amarra Kine and Amélie Biava find a quiet place to relax away from the Alliance victory celebration
Amélie Biava
At any cost  Amélie is contacted by the former Keeper for a final job during the Imperial invasion of Corellia.
“This one is alright” Amélie makes an important career decision
“I missed this” (Fictober2020 prompt) Amélie is sent to destroy a star fortress shield bunker.
Kelsa Kine
“Doorstep collapse” (Angstpril 2022) Kelsa struggles to get back home after a bad day at work
“Left behind” (Angstpril 2022) Kelsa attempts to escape from a Hutt spice mine
“Begging” (Angstpril 2022) Kelsa is tortured by the Hutt Cartel
“Restrained/Flashback” (Angstpril 2022) The Hutt Cartel has discovered a way to make Kelsa very profitable
“Betrayal” (Angstpril 2022) Kelsa learns that there is no honor among thieves
“Nightmares” (Angstpril 2022) Sleep is not always a blissful escape from reality
“Whumper run-in” (Angstpril 2022) Kelsa sees a figure from her past
“Talking is overrated” (Whumptober 2021) Kelsa must deal with a Hutt trap
“I’ve waited for this” (Fictober 2021) Kelsa Kine makes a decision regarding the direction she wants her life to take
Élise Kine
“Symbol / torture meme prompt” Élise Kine and her husband Braken Rist have some fun together
Bryala Kine
“You are ready for this” Bryala, Damar and Lee are all told the same thing but in very different contexts
Adas Legacy AU with @swtorpadawan
“Full Circle“ (Written by @swtorpadawan) Kelsa Kine awakens to learn she is no longer a slave of the Hutts but who is it that has rescued her and why?
“Alchemy and breakfast“ Kelsa considers her place in the galaxy and what she wants to do moving forward
“In The Garden” (Written by @swtorpadawan) Teeanah Malvern and Kelsa Kine spend some time together in the Malvern estate’s garden
“A Servant of The Circle” Kelsa Kine wishes to join The Circle but she must first prove herself worthy of joining Teeanah’s followers
“I’m sorry” Élise Kine awakens in a dungeon to a surprising yet familiar face
“Apologies” Élise Kine is commanded by Teeanah Malvern to apologize to Kelsa
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Mephis' Bargain
This is a very, very old piece I did for @whumpawoman 's Angstpril back in...2021? I think? I never posted it. Prompt was "Doorstep Collapse"
“Christ almighty,” the retired villain swore. They were starting to regret answering the doorbell.
“Hey, Mephis,” breathed the young hero. She was hunched over, one hand clutching her side, the other holding her upright with a death grip on the outdoor lamp. The yellow light cast her face in peaks and shadows, but the twisted smile-turned-grimace was visible enough. “C’n I come in?”
“The hell happened to you?” Their eyes dropped to the spreading dark patch under the hero’s hand. 
“Knife,” she grunted. “Stupid mistake.” Her hand slipped on the lamp. “Can we take this inside, please?”
They shook their head. “Are you suicidal, woman? Or do you think I am?” They started to shut the door. “I’ll call you an ambulance.”
“Wait!” She pitched toward them, and the sudden weight nearly knocked them over. The hero slumped to the floor. Their nice, freshly cleaned, heart-of-pine floor. 
“Jesus, sweetheart--is that the knife?” They saw it now, buried mostly to the hilt in the hero’s side. From a glance, it looked like the sort of cheap thing one could buy at almost any pawn shop, or the corner stores on the rougher edges of town. 
“Yeah,” she gasped. With monumental effort she rolled herself off of her injured side. “Please, Mephis. I need help.” 
“You’ll get it at the hospital.” Their phone was already in their hand. “Your team is probably out looking for you already, don’t y’all have ten minute check-ins?”
She shook her ever-paler face. “Stupid--stupid mistake--”
“Your pride ain’t worth my life, kiddo.” They began dialing. “I am retired, I ain’t puttin’ my head on the line if you die--”
“Ugh!” Her fist pounded ineffectually on the floor. “They were just kids, okay? But the League--” Her eyes started to drift closed until Mephis prodded her with a foot. “Ow--kids…won’t survive…” Glazed eyes sought theirs. “I’ll owe you.”
Mephis stilled before sliding the phone back into their sweats. They knelt slowly, cradling the hero’s head in their hands. “Will you, now?” they said, softer now, controlled. Dealmaking, after all, was their proper domain. 
“Yes,” she breathed. She had to know what a stupid, reckless bargain it was. But by her own admission, it wasn’t her first stupid call of the evening. “You got enough blood?”
They chuckled. With a quick move they pulled the knife from her side. A slice to their palm, both bloods intermingled, and the pact was sealed. 
“Thank you,” sighed the hero. Her eyes were drooping closed again. Mephis bent over her, putting pressure and a bit of their power on her wound.
“Oh, don’t thank me just yet, honey,” they drawled. “When you wake up, we’ll have a talk about what you’re gonna be doin’ for me.”
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ao3feed-lokiangst · 2 years
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however sorry they are
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/DoAUsCT
by Lady_of_the_Spirit
Prince Thor was dead, killed by an unknown assassin on Midgard. Loki was king in his place.
His first act as ruler - unofficially - was to make an order that no one would tell the newly widowed princess anything about the circumstances of her husband’s death. Hestia was grieving, after all. She didn’t need to be distressed further by the gruesome details or the investigation process, or anything at all.
 Thor dies. His brother and friends don't tell his wife anything. Hestia starts her journey on a darker path.
Words: 799, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Thor (Movies), What If...? (TV 2021)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Categories: F/M
Characters: Original Female Character(s), Loki (Marvel), Sif (Marvel), Warriors Three (Marvel)
Relationships: Thor (Marvel)/Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Episode: s01e03 What If... The World Lost its Mightiest Heroes?, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, for both the mcu and my oc, References to Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Miscommunication, chaos-company's Angstpril 2022, Grief/Mourning
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/DoAUsCT
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osullivanml · 2 years
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however sorry they are
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/DoAUsCT
by Lady_of_the_Spirit
Prince Thor was dead, killed by an unknown assassin on Midgard. Loki was king in his place.
His first act as ruler - unofficially - was to make an order that no one would tell the newly widowed princess anything about the circumstances of her husband’s death. Hestia was grieving, after all. She didn’t need to be distressed further by the gruesome details or the investigation process, or anything at all.
 Thor dies. His brother and friends don't tell his wife anything. Hestia starts her journey on a darker path.
Words: 799, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Thor (Movies), What If...? (TV 2021)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
Characters: Original Female Character(s), Loki (Marvel), Sif (Marvel), Warriors Three (Marvel)
Relationships: Thor (Marvel)/Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Episode: s01e03 What If... The World Lost its Mightiest Heroes?, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, for both the mcu and my oc, References to Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Miscommunication, chaos-company's Angstpril 2022, Grief/Mourning
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/DoAUsCT
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ilonga · 3 years
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angstpril day 1
prompt: “You have to let me go.”
ao3
The cell is utterly lifeless.
He hadn't expected much, to be fair, but three days in here and he can feel his sanity beginning to slip away. The grey walls and fluorescent lights are practically pounding into his skull, and the room itself is only a couple of steps from one wall to the other. The continuous crackling of the ray shield isn't helping much either.
And they never turn the lights off. Torture is technically—technically—illegal in Republic prisons, he knows, so this is probably the closest they can legally get.
Not that he thinks Tarkin will care much.
Footsteps sound and he drags his head upwards. He's cuffed—he doesn't think Ahsoka was cuffed but he can't ever be sure, can he? Plus, Ahsoka hadn't murdered the Supreme Chancellor of the Republic—with force-suppressant stun cuffs connected to the wall by way of a few wires. Supposedly he should be able to walk around, as all prisoners of the Republic are allowed, but they aren't taking any risks with him. He's only permitted to move when the Coruscant Guard come to escort him.  
It's a bit silly, Anakin thinks. It's not as if he's going to try to escape.
The footsteps round the corner.
It's Commander Fox. "Skywalker," he says, then with a few quick movements turns off the ray shield and unhooks the cuffs. "Come with me."
Anakin says nothing and gets up to follow. He wonders blankly where he's being taken before he realizes—yes. Interrogation rooms. It was only a matter of time.
But when they get there after fastening his wrists to the table, the Commander steps out and activates the ray shield. A few moments later he returns with—
"Padme?"
"Anakin," Padme breathes, looking as pristine as ever—of course she is. The Senate is probably in utter chaos right now, but she doesn't have so much as a hair out of place. "Commander," she says, turning to Fox. "May I speak to the prisoner, please? Face to face."
"Senator," he says incredulously. "Gen—Skywalker is in prison for the murder of the Supreme Chancellor—"
"He's chained to the table with force suppressors so strong they could knock out half of Naboo," she cuts him off. "I doubt he could so much as poke me. We went over my clearance seven times at the office, if you remember. I am perfectly authorized to be here."
The Commander looks between the two of them then, after a few seconds, concedes and switches off the ray shield. "Five minutes," he says, then steps around the corner and out of view.
Padme steps forward.
Anakin watches her numbly. Her pregnancy is showing even more now, he notes, and it finally sinks in that he probably won't ever meet the child.
They're going to execute him, of course. It's only a matter of time. He'd accepted it as soon as the Chancellor had confessed to being Sidious. As soon as he'd drawn his saber. 
"Anakin," Padme says, and now that she's closer he can see that her face is lined with worry and fear. "Anakin, what happened?"
"What are you doing here," he whispers instead of answering her question. "How the hell did you manage to get in?" Even he hadn't been able to get in to see Ahsoka, and her guilt had still been a mere suspicion at the time. He, on the other hand, is about as obviously guilty as it gets.
"That doesn't matter," she snaps. "Anakin, is it true? Did you—did you kill Palpatine?"
"Yes."
She gapes at him. "Why? Because—because of me? The Senators?"
"He was the Sith." Anakin says simply. Blankly. To be honest, he still hasn't really processed it himself. He's just been…aggressively not thinking about it.
"The Sith." Padme says in shock, more to herself than anything. Then she turns back to him. "We have to get you out of here. I'll see about collecting evidence, and you'll probably need to give a statement, and—do you know if he left anything? Can we use the recordings? And, Anakin, you have to tell the Jedi, and—"
He can't listen to her any longer. "Padme. I am guilty. Of killing the Supreme Chancellor of the Republic. You're lucky they're letting you say your goodbyes."
"These are not my goodbyes." Padme says fiercely. "I won't let these be my goodbyes."
"They won't care that he's a Sith, even if you manage to prove it. Even if you manage to prove he orchestrated the whole war," he continues. "Everyone loved him, Padme." Me most of all. 
"He orchestrated the war." Padme insists. "He is guilty. By all fair logic you saved the Republic."
"By killing the Chancellor. Which is grounds for execution."
"I won't let it be." She's not looking at him anymore—she's looking at some point at the wall behind him. He's not much to look at anyways, exhausted out of his mind as he is.
"You have to let me go, Padme."
I’m already gone. 
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alright-anakin · 3 years
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Angstpril 2021 Day 27: I Cant Do This Without You
tw: major character death tw: blood
Day 27: “I can’t do this without you.”
The lightning brought him to his knees. It danced over his skin, leaving fire in it’s wake. Well, not actual fire, but he felt as if his veins were being burned. But there was hope. This moment where Palpatine, Sidius, was focused on him, gave Master Windu time to get up off the floor. But Sidious was advancing on him now. “Anakin, I promised you safety for your family.” Anakin cried out as the blue fire scorched his body. He’d been electrocuted before, but this just felt… different. Sidious was aiming to kill.
Windu was approaching, ready to strike, but his surprise approach was sensed. Suddenly Anakin went flying forward. The push was so strong he slammed right into the strong pillar in the middle of the room, and crashed to the floor with a groan. That had hurt. But Master Windu was engaging Sidious and Anakin couldn’t let him do it alone. He pushed himself up off the floor and moved behind Sidious. The Sith didn’t sense him, or was at least distracted enough not to be bothered by him. Anakin lifted his hilt and held it outward just behind Sidious, and ignited it.
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Thanks to @skywalker-tano-kenobi for chatting with me on the Discord to help me through writing this one.
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lifblogs · 2 years
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sunnymiles · 3 years
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angstpril day 7
hello!! i did not rewatch siege of mandalore for this fic, so there may be some error from canon (besides the obvious). but this one got very dark so please heed the warnings!!
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prompt: "friendly fire."
[summary: rex and ahsoka during order 66. things go differently.]
tw: major character death
tw: suicide
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"Rex?"
She whips around searching for the enemy, for Maul, but there is nothing. Just the still silence of the bridge.
Ahsoka turns back to her friend, but his blasters are still pointed-
at her.
"Rexter what are you doing?"
Her hand hovers over the hilt of her saber.
Reluctance pools in her gut, warring with the steel in her spine. She does not want to hurt him, but everything is going wrong. A lack of wariness will get her killed.
"The chips, Ahsoka, you have to fi-find Fives."
Her eyes widen with incredulity. "Fives?"
Rex's head shakes frantically, his body spasming in an effort for control.
He's fighting it. Rex, stubborn Rex, is resisting. She just needs to give him time.
The thought buoys her spirits, alleviating some of the tension in her shoulders. Whatever this is, they can get through it, they've gotten this far.
They'll be okay.
She turns to make her exit, mind already cataloguing what she knows of Fives and the circumstances surrounding his death.
Everything happens so quickly.
Something knocks against the wall, hard and abrasive. Other troopers yelling to be let in.
Her hesitant glance to the door is the chance Rex needs.
"Soka"-
That's the only warning his traitorous mind will supply. Rex fires twice, in succession.
She dodges the first, but-
The second strikes true.
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CT- 7567 glances down at the body. The odd angle of her splayed limbs.
A bright, wide-eyed padawan taps him on the shoulder. "What's Master Skywalker's deal?", He snorts, knowing instantly they're going to get along.
Glassy blue eyes stare fixedly at the ceiling. The light that was Ahsoka, now extinguished.
Something inside him screams.
Good soldiers, follow orders
He raises the blaster.
Ahsoka silhouetted in the doorway, "It's nothing personal. I just need to work through some things. On my own." Her hands pick at her tunic, so uncharacteristically nervous. He's gripping her with a fierce hug, already making promises, "You'll always have a place here, vod'ika."
The cool metal on his temple is a perfect reflection for the apathy now swirling in him.
He needs to feel something. This is wrong. She was never supposed to end up like this. Ahsoka deserved a life, warmth, love.
The yelling in his head and the yelling of his heart are at war.
He isn't a good soldier-
Good soldiers, follow orders-
He's just killed his best friend.
She was a Jedi-
The Jedi are traitors-
No!
With the last part of himself that is still Rex, he pulls the trigger.
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CT- 5597 finds his commander and the Jedi lying side by side, twin blaster wounds permanently etched into their skulls. United, even in death.
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korribanarchive · 2 years
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Friendly Fire- Those Who Shape Us
Friendly Fire
Rated: Teen
Words: 910
Warnings: Aftermath of clone death, Umbara arc, Angst
Summary: Larel Corusca finds herself sickened as she goes through the casualty reports from their complete campaign on Umbara. AO3 link at the bottom.
Inspired by Angstpril 2021 prompts (old piece I wrote for it last year).
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CT-7558. Cause of Death: Friendly fire.
Larel had to stop and reread the line of the casualty report. They had just left Umbara after a very long and arduous campaign. Her master had been exhausted when they left, so she had settled down to handle some of the administrative reports for the 212th and 501st while her Master got the rest he needed. She had spent the latter half of the campaign with the medics- laid up at first then helping once she was able to talk Cross into letting her back on her feet- so the least she could do was help Master Obi-wan with flimsywork.
CT-7897. Cause of Death: Friendly fire.
Force… How many had this happened to? How had this happened? And why? She read down the list. Almost a third of a platoon had been killed by friendly fire… Her eyes fell on one last line in the series.
CT-7997. Cause of Death: Friendly fire.
Waxer. A man she had come to think of as a dear friend killed by his own brothers. She looked up from the datapad in front of her, swallowing thickly and trying to keep the moisture gathered at her eyes from escaping. She was in the common area. There were so many others around and it wouldn’t do to let her emotions get the better of her in front of the naval and clone officers. Peace, Larel. Serenity. Not grief, not despair, she reminded herself silently.
Instead she silently searched Cody out with her eyes. He, Rex, and a trooper they called Fives were sitting around a trooper with a stylized V tattooed across his left eye. Cody spotted Larel looking his way and gave the trooper a reassuring pat on the shoulder before walking over to her.
“Did you need something, Commander?” he asked, his searching gaze seeming to try to pierce her wavering calm.
“Cody…” she managed to rasp. “Tell me this didn’t happen. Tell me that this is some kind of error… ”
Confusion flashed in his eyes before he glanced down at the datapad in front of her, focusing on the line of the casualty report that she had stopped on. Understanding replaced confusion in the blink of an eye.
“Tell me that Waxer, Jet, and the others weren’t gunned down by their own brothers…”
Cody hesitated at first, glancing back at Rex, Fives, and Dogma before looking back at the young Jedi. She had grown into an effective commander over her time under their General, but it was times like this when he looked down at her trying to keep her emotions together, her lip trembling and her face growing red from the effort, that he remembered that she was just a kid really. Still he and the rest of the troopers respected her. She treated them with respect and kindness, going out of her way to tend their wounds or cover their retreats.
“I won’t lie to you, Commander,” he said seriously. “The information is correct, but it wasn’t their fault… They were tricked and betrayed.. So was Torrent Company.”
“But how? Waxer’s platoon was sent to reinforce the 501st and… Master… Krell…” The realization sparked in her eyes and the horrifying implication it came with quickly followed. “Did… he..?”
“Yes, Commander, he did,” Cody confirmed with a sad sigh.
She didn’t need to finish her question. His General, her master, had had the exact same reaction to the information. The girl before him shuddered and looked away, her face twisting with guilt and grief for a moment as she seemed to be processing what she had learned. Cody reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder, knowing the teen’s frequent line of thinking by now.
“It wasn’t your fault, Commander,” he assured, his usually rigid tone softened trying to be kind. “They were ordered out while you were laid up.”
Larel knew he was trying to make her feel better, but Force, that didn’t help at all. If she hadn’t gotten herself hurt she would have been right at their sides. She could have prevented that from ever happening. And Master Krell… a Jedi had done this. Killed Republic troops, tricked them into killing each other. No… a Jedi wouldn’t do this… A Jedi would never trick loyal soldiers into killing each other.
She took a shaky breath and closed her eyes, composing herself before she lost what cool she had in front of Cody, scrolling further through the report before she saw something on the casualty report that brought an amount of satisfaction to her that she found rather unsettling. She knew it wasn’t very Jedi-like to think that way, but sometimes she couldn’t help it. These troopers deserved justice.
General Pong Krell. Cause of Death: Executed by CT-7477.
The traitor had been killed by the trooper that Rex and Five were comforting. As she slowly quieted her mind, she could sense his guilt and worry as powerful as her own and she stood, walking over slowly.
Dogma looked up at her, fear crossing his face. Did he think she was about to punish him for executing Master Krell? She softened her expression and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“You did the right thing, Dogma,” she said quietly before turning, gathering her datapad and retreating to her quarters, leaving the troopers and officers standing there stunned that even a Jedi seemed to agree that Krell had deserved what he had gotten.
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generallynerdy · 3 years
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One life, I thought—a thousand deaths (Jon Antilles & Fay)
Summary: On Queyta, Obi-Wan Kenobi is not the only one to escape Durge and Ventress. One of the four legendary Masters, Jon Antilles, emerges from a lava stream despite knowing he’s going to die. He’s so sure of it that he crawls his way to Fay’s side, wanting to spend his last moments with the woman who he considers his Master. But she has other plans. Plans to make certain that Jon Antilles lives past today.
Warnings: Angst, Character Death, On-Screen Character Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death, there’s both sorry, Self-Sacrifice, The Curse of Immortality, holy shit i made myself sad dude Word Count: 2,191
Prompt: Angstpril Day 2 - Sole Survivor
Author’s Note: listen I know nobody knows about these characters that are in literally one comic but I have FEELINGS about them okay?? Jon is meant to be a badass mysterious enigma but he screams sad boi and Fay is like...the greatest cryptid Jedi ever, I love her. So, of course, I decided to make them and Knol and Nico suffer. (Also I know Obi-Wan survived the mission but the Sole Survivor still applies because Jon is the sole survivor of the four legendary Masters, just in case that wasn’t clear.) I just finished this today, so the editing is minimal.
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Using the Force as a shield is, in theory, one of the easier skills a Jedi utilizes. That is assuming, of course, that the Jedi in question is in good health, a decent mental state, and isn’t under a severe amount of stress. If said Jedi is, say, three feet into a pool of lava, already bearing grievous injuries and the weight of the deaths of two close companions, and feeling the fading life of another, the simple task, understandably, becomes something of a problem.
Jon has finally managed to pull the Force around him like a blanket. It protects him from the bubbling lake around him now, but the first few seconds he couldn’t pull it off were torture.
As it turns out, lava burns. It burns like shame, like failure, like the nightmares Jon used to have about his Master abandoning him on a planet in Hutt space for getting just a little too mouthy. And it hurts nearly as much.
“Fuck,” he hisses. He makes a rule of not cursing, but right now feels like an appropriate time to break it. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
He claws at the charred remains of his robes. Contrary to popular belief, lava doesn’t melt initially, as Jon now knows. Instead of melting, he burst into flames for the few seconds it took to pull himself together, though they felt like an eternity. Red, throbbing burns litter his entire body, his hair singed but miraculously intact thanks to his hood, which is entirely ashes now. The pain consumes his thoughts, making his shielding start to flicker in and out.
And then, through the debilitating agony, a touch of something familiar.
Jon’s eyes fly open. “Fay,” he whispers.
Her light is dimmer than it should be, not flickering in and out mischievously like it usually does. But still, she makes an effort to reach out, to check on him. It sends a sob up his throat.
“Hold on, Fay, hold on.”
Clenching his fists, he opens himself up to the Force. His actions are ones of faith, not of desperation, and he lets it flow through him as he takes a deep breath. The idea of using one of his Master’s abilities would normally make him nauseous, but the disgust doesn’t even cross his mind this time as he prepares to teleport. He thinks of that open, flat space of rock that Obi-Wan and Fay ran to, their enemies close behind. Focusing fiercely on that distant image, he pulls on the Force and folds the two points—
Jon collapses on solid ground with a heaving gasp.
Every inch of his body protests the change, especially his knees, which burn when they make contact with the ground, but somehow he manages to ignore his own complaints.
Fay isn’t far, or she shouldn’t be, at least. The distance between them seems gaping when he tries to move.
Still, her light is fading fast. And he wants to be by her side.
So, Jon Antilles crawls on hands and knees, dragging his body across sharp stones and past bubbling streams of lava. He aches with each movement and cries out when it becomes too much, but he persists regardless. Something in him knows it may be the last thing he ever does.
Finally, he sees her.
She’s sprawled out, her chest hardly moving as her breathing becomes shallow. Her near-golden hair is filthy with ash and her eyes are dim. She’s hardly herself, Jon thinks, and feels his stomach sink.
Hundreds of years the great Master Fay has lived and breathed. Hundreds of years and he’s going to watch her die today.
“Jon,” she calls out weakly.
He pulls himself to her side, grabbing her hand with his own shaky ones. “I’m here, Master.”
They only met when he was a teenager, but he feels as if he’s known her all his life. They’ve travelled the Outer Rim together, following the Force, for decades now and he’s never regretted a second of it. In all but title, Fay is his Master. She was always better than Dark Woman, even when the bar was six feet under. The only record with both their names will be at the Temple, where the dead are listed, a handful of mission reports with other Jedi, and the stories the younglings share of the 4 legendary, nomadic Masters.
“Knol and Nico,” Fay breathes out, “they’re one with the Force.”
Jon grimaces. “Yes. And the Force is with us.”
She laughs, breathy and half-choked. It’s an old lesson, familiar and grounding. “And so too are they,” she adds.
“Where’s Obi-Wan?”
“Gone, with the cure.” She smiles just a little. “The Republic fights another day.”
Suddenly grim, he squeezes her hand. “But not us.”
A pause.
“But not us.”
The silence overwhelms them. The wind whistles in the distance, carrying with it nothing but smoke and ashes. Queyta isn’t the best place to die, Jon thinks absently. He would rather it have been someplace with flowers.
“I wish it could’ve been Jedha.”
He almost jumps at her voice, but her words jarr a surprised laugh from his sore lungs. “Jedha? I thought you hated cold planets.”
“Oh, yes, but not that one. Force, I should have taken you. The Force there is so...so strong, so pure, you can feel the kyber from the surface,” she explains, staring straight up at him. If anyone else were to gaze so intensely at his scars, he’d be uncomfortable, but she’s safe. She’s family. “And the Guardians of the Whills are so kind. I met a young one of theirs some decades ago. You two would’ve gotten along.”
Jon laughs a little. “You’re always looking to find me friends, Fay.”
Her smile turns sad and she lifts a hand to his face, letting it rest on his cheek. “You’re so young,” she whispers. “Too young to be so lonely, Jon.”
He shuts his eyes, lets himself be comforted by her touch. When he opens them again, she still has that gut-wrenching look on her face. He places his hand on top of hers, unsurprised at how cold they are despite the blistering heat.
“I’m not lonely,” he promises.
Jon doesn’t say that it’s because of her, Knol, and Nico, but Fay picks up the thought anyway. Her eyes fill with tears.
“I have watched so many I love die.” Fay’s voice wavers as she says it. He realises that it’s the first time he’s ever heard it do that. To be honest, he’d thought it was impossible. “Taken by age, by Darkness, by foolishness. Never have I met a soul as good as yours, Jon. And never a Jedi so worthy of love.”
“Fay…”
She shakes her head. “Your Master did not deserve you. The galaxy did not deserve you.”
Pulling her hand away from him, Jon squeezes it. “You did,” he says firmly, though his voice cracks.
“I hope so,” she admits with a rueful laugh. “I hope so.”
He smiles weakly. “I wish you’d found me first. But I thin-I think the Force knew when I needed you to save me. Because you did save me, Master. I could never thank you enough.”
She takes his word silently, holding his hand even tighter. “You never needed to.”
“Thank you,” he says now, even though it’s useless.
Fay’s grey eyes meet his pale ones and suddenly, she’s distressed. “You’re so young,” she repeats.
But Jon can see that she means something else this time.
“Not too young to do my duty.”
“Too young to die doing it.”
Jon thinks of Tan Yuster, one of four Padawans to die on Geonosis. The Jedi have experienced great loss these past months since the beginning of the war and so many so much younger than Jon have died in battle, the clones included. Of course, to Fay, they all may as well be children.
“I will go proudly into the Force,” he promises her. At your side.
Fay’s expression twists. “No.”
He scoffs. “I don’t think we have a say in it.”
“The Force let me live this long,” she says suddenly, as if it’s a realisation, “longer than I should have. Obi-Wan is gone, I’ve done what good I can, except...you’re here. Why are we here?”
“To say goodbye,” Jon offers.
She shakes her head, then tries to sit up, struggling until her would-be Padawan helps pull her up. “I’m done with goodbyes.”
“What are you—?”
He doesn’t get the chance to finish his question. Fay presses their foreheads together and grabs his hands with a newfound energy that terrifies him. Chills go up his spine when her presence in the Force covers him like a blanket. Warmth climbs up his hands, then his arms, and with a glance down he finds that his skin is healing.
“Fay, no!” he cries, trying to shove her away.
She only tightens her grip. “Stay still, Jon.”
She sounds more like herself, certain and unwavering. Jon would be happy-crying if he weren’t horrified. He tries to drag himself out of her grip, but she’s impossibly strong. Her healing creeps up his entire body, soothing his burns, though scars remain behind.
“No, no, no—FAY! Fay, stop it!” His screams turn to sobs. “You’ll die, stop—!”
“I already am,” she says, just as certain in her abilities as her fate. “But you don’t have to.”
Trembling, his attempts are weaker now but still there. “Please, please,” he begs. “Not without you!”
Tears stream down her cheeks. She allows herself a moment of weakness; she opens her eyes and meets his tearful gaze, remembering the teenager she first met. He was so scared and so brave. And for a moment, she’d thought he must be a ghost. But no, he was just a boy. For the first time in a long time, she had let herself build a bridge between them, like Knol and Nico before him, even knowing she would have to watch him die one day.
Now, she thinks with fierce stubbornness, she won’t have to.
It feels like her life is leaving her for him, though she knows it’s just fading into the Force. It’s to it that she speaks, the cosmic energy she’s dedicated her long, long life to.
“If anyone is deserving of the time you’ve given me,” she gasps out, “it is Jon Antilles.”
She doesn’t see the horror in Jon’s face, but she can feel it in his quiet Force-presence, so subdued. He hides himself on purpose and it truly breaks her heart. His light is so strong. The galaxy is all the better for his existence.
“I don’t want this! Fay, I don’t—let me die, please—”
Fay only lifts her head and kisses his forehead, the sort of gentle gesture a mother might give her son. “One day,” she promises. It rings with truth, with the strength of the Force behind it. “But not today.”
Jon cries out and tries to rip himself away, but freezes when pure light washes over him. The warmth he’s always associated with Fay soaks into him, healing all his wounds in an instant and rejuvenating his fading energy. Stars burst before his eyes, like he’s seeing into the very universe beyond Queyta, beyond what he’s meant to see with his petty Human eyes. In another instant, it’s gone and Fay is slumping over.
She falls to the ground with a thump, a noise that jolts Jon back into focus.
“Master!” he sobs.
He pulls her up from the ground with the sickening realisation that she’s a complete deadweight. She’s limp in his arms, already paling. Desperate, Jon pushes her hair out of her face and finds...nothing. Her eyes are dull. With his fingers on her wrist, he can’t feel a pulse.
“Fay?”
The steady beat of her Force-presence is gone, a gaping hole in his universe. Their bond, one strong enough to resemble a training bond, is shattered, a physical pain that throbs in his skull.
Jon begins to hyperventilate, his sudden gasps for breath burning his now-perfect lungs.
“Come back,” he begs Fay’s corpse. “Fuck, please. Please, come back.”
He pulls her into his lap, clutching her robes like a child being left behind for the first time. It doesn’t hurt to move anymore and, thank the Force for it because his entire body shakes with the force of his cries.
Overwhelmed with grief he’s never experienced, Jon wails into Fay’s shoulder, rocking back and forth. The agonizing sound rings across the valley, a noise like torture.
It’s only now that he feels the frayed edges of his bonds with Knol and Nico.
He screams again, his vocal cords protesting it sharply.
The last time Jon was this alone, he was a child. And now, he’s right back where he was before he met his three closest companions. Except now, now, he knows what it means to love and to lose. It aches. It aches like nothing he’s ever felt.
“Please,” he whispers hoarsely. “I can’t—I need you. What do I do? What am I supposed to do?”
He never gets an answer.
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nyamadermont · 3 years
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Day 23: Bedside Vigil
CW: Death from old age
Kya helped Izumi into the tall, firm armchair. Lin wrangled the bed so that the sun would shine on it all day long.
“Lin, dear, how are you still so strong, at your age?” Izumi rasped.
“Carrying you around has helped.”
Tenderly as she could, Lin approached the armchair, and took Izumi’s hand. Kya returned to the bed, where she piled large pillows into a nest. She turned down the covers.
“Lin, it’s ready.”
Lin nodded. “My love, are you ready?”
“Carry me to bed, my dear.”
Lin carefully lifted Izumi, cradling her close. She was so much lighter now. Lin carried her to the bed, and Kya helped her to shift their wife into the center. From here, she could see the wide stone patio, the lush garden, and the still lake.
The stained glass they had designed together framed the wide bay window. Kya and Lin lay to each side of Izumi to watch the sun rise through the sky. They held hands. They breathed quietly. They wept silently.
And as the shadows lengthened, Izumi departed from them.
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calltomuster · 3 years
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Holy shit you guys, I sat down to write the next thing I had planned for Angstpril today and I got 4.3k words down?? In a day???? Who am I and what have I done with the real @calltomuster???
I mean, it’s not done, and the outline I have gets pretty vague right after the part where I stopped, but still. It was just like... the words kept flowing out of me. So strange. All I could think about was “man it’s gonna be disappointing when I lose this” haha. 
Seriously though, almost 9k words in total over the course of a weekend. In the past, it’s sometimes taken me months to hit 9k. 
I don’t know what’s happening but I’m not gonna complain!!
As a celebration, here’s a bit of what I wrote today. I had to work hard to find a part that wouldn’t give away any of the plot, because I’m really trying to keep that under wraps, but here we go:
He reflexively touched his river stone where it rested carefully locked away in a drawer by his bed. With what little precious time he had after the First Battle of Geonosis and before setting off with his new battalion, he’d agonized over whether or not to bring it. 
The river stone had been a gift from Qui-Gon on his thirteenth birthday. Obi-Wan had initially been somewhat put out by the present -- what thirteen year old wanted to receive a rock as a birthday present? -- but it soon proved to be much more than that. The river stone was actually a conduit for the Force, and within days of being placed in Obi-Wan’s care, had actually helped him avoid the effects of a shoddy memory-wipe. Obi-Wan had treasured it ever since, especially after Qui-Gon died. On Anakin’s thirteenth birthday, he’d passed it along to his Padawan. Anakin, having seen for four years how deeply Obi-Wan regarded the river stone, had been much more honored to receive it than Obi-Wan had been at first, but when the war started, he’d placed it back in Obi-Wan’s care. “For safekeeping,” Anakin had said, though he never specified whether Obi-Wan was the one doing the safekeeping or if the river stone would be the one keeping Obi-Wan safe instead.
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