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your-favorite-roommate · 1 year

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Captain’s log

my first attempt at a @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt

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Captain's log: 08133254

All chores have been completed for the day, and the kitchen has finally been cleaned out. System maintenance has been performed for the day: nothing to report. Inventory has been taken; it looks like I'll have to put in an order next week for some new Particle Blaster ammunition. Aside from that, there is no news to report.

I passed near a large and beautiful galaxy earlier today, one I had never heard about before in my classes. The ship's scanners were reading far larger a mass than seemed possible, especially since it remained undetectable by the scanners until we were almost on top of it. I've recorded these findings and will eagerly await the day I can bring these forward to the Committee.

Today marks day 17 since Crestfall, which was the last time I saw my crew. I do hope they're alright, and that they can forgive me.

Signing off.

Captain's log: 08273254

Today was another uneventful day. All chores have been done, and I have scrubbed the floor of the control room to spotless perfection; this was unnecessary, of course, but it helped me feel like I had something worth doing for a while. Inventory has been taken, and I am still awaiting the shipment of ammunition. Another order has been put in for Donjin berries, but I know that those are in limited supply right now. No other news to report.

My ship passed a young Humpback Starcatcher today; I did not see a mother Humpback Starcatcher anywhere near. I worry about this creature; while I've never had the opportunity to study them in their natural habitat, I've never seen a mother without its young, nor a young alone without its mother. I fear it won't be able to make it, and will be doomed to die in the vacuum of space cold and alone.

Today marks day 31 since Crestfall. I can feel the loneliness start to set in. I try to keep myself busy so it doesn't eat away at me quite so mercilessly.

Signing off.

Captain's log: 09212354

Inventory has been taken, and I've all but given up hope of ever getting another shipment of Donjin berries. Thankfully, the Particle Blasters have enough ammunition should I ever need them, as well as the Shield Drops. The ship has never looked cleaner; I wish my crew could see it.

Today marks 55 days since Crestfall. Did I make the right choice?

Signing off.

Captain's log: 10082354

Today marks 72 days since Crestfall. Everyday the guilt grows until I swear I can barely bear it alone. The pain I feel is inhuman; it threatens to swallow me if I give it even a moment to fester in my mind.

I've taken to practicing my Particle Blaster proficiency as of late. I gave up trying to beat the computer on board at any of its hundreds of commands it gives at any given time; it made me think too much of Salvatore. I have only been practicing with the Blaster with the safety on, as I'm not sure I'll ever be getting new ammunition for them; I can't afford to waste it on trivial efforts. Some part of me wonders if ever a time will come that I'll need to use one again.

Jensen would be so disappointed if he could see how sloppy I've gotten, how out of practice I've let myself become.

Signing off.

Captain's log: 11162354

Today marks day 110 since Crestfall. And what a beautiful Crestfall it was this year.

Everyone flocked to the streets, marveling at the beautiful lights and atmosphere that always seemed to settle over the district, infecting everyone around with a light spirit and good will. My crew had, of course, wanted to stop by for the few days the festival would be going on.

We had a new crew member on board who had never seen Crestfall as well; Jensen had taken it upon himself to show her everything there was to see.

This year they had seemed to have outdone themselves; the banners were bigger and brighter than ever before. The lights were near blinding in their brilliance, rivaling even the brightest stars. Every street vendor had a new deal, a fantastical product, each more exotic than the last.

Who knew it was to be their final goodbye? At least it was beautiful.

Each day is more painful than the last. I hope I may understand the Queen's final words someday.

Signing off.

Captain's log: 12242354

"Go and be our salvation." That's the message the queen gave to me before I left, a message I'm afraid I still cannot fully decipher. So swept up in the rush of Crestfall, as well as the hustle and bustle as I was rushed onto the awaiting ship, I had failed to mention my crew to the guards. Maybe that was for the best; who knew what would happen to them if they were to be singled out. No, surely it was the better choice to trust the queen and follow her instructions. She would know to take care of the crew in my absence, or at the very least let them know of the important mission I've been chosen for.

I can only hope they do not hold too much resentment for me. I hope they know I didn't want to leave them; rather, it was the queen's decree that forced me to.

Today marks 148 days since Crestfall. My thoughts go out to my crew; I hope you can hear me and know that I love you.

Signing off.

#if you saw this on my main no you fuckin didnt #but im pretty proud of this i came up with quite a cool idea that i dont think i was able to fully portray but i like it #came up with some funky lore for this but i guess itll remain a mystery #anyway pls enjoy

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delta-orionis · 1 year

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Synthwave Sunday Babey!!!

I kept meaning to do this but getting distracted. For a while I’ve wanted to do a weekly music series for synthwave songs that I enjoy. Nothing too serious, just for fun.

I listen to a lot of synthwave. Perhaps too much; it makes up the majority of my music library. I thought it would be fun to highlight my favorites.

This week I’d like to highlight Playing for Keeps by Mitch Murder:

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I love how upbeat and energetic this song is, especially the synth solo near the middle.

I have a huge playlist that I drop all of the songs I find into, and I update it pretty regularly. You can give it a follow if you like this type of music.

I’ll post another song next week (if I remember lol). Enjoy!

#synthwave sunday #personal #I might post more in-depth reviews in the future but I do not have the brainpower for it tonight #anyway pls enjoy #Youtube

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babygirlcowboy · 2 years

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Wrote some Batman/Officer Martinez smut that has been sitting in my drafts for months, hope you like it.

inspired by this art by @allgremlinart 👀👀

#batman/officer martinez #does this have a ship name??#brucetinez #anyway pls enjoy #baby's fics

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ireallyamabear · 1 year

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(5853 words) Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Andor (TV), Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Karis Nemik/Arvel Skeen Characters: Karis Nemik, Arvel Skeen Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Pre-Star Wars: Andor (TV) Season 01, First Meetings, Meet-Cute, Karis Nemik POV, Aldhani, Aldhani heist crew, Rebel activity Summary: Nemik meets a tall man with a permanent scowl who starts to follow him around.

#i am back (jk never left) on the skemik brainrot #this one took so long #and i was wondering why it took forever to edit #bc its almost 6k words??#how why #anyway pls enjoy #andor fic #skemik #nemik x skeen #karis nemik #arvel skeen #aldhani #my fics #mp

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ginger-grimm · 2 years

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Joy, Jill, and Jinx Hargreeves spent their entire lives tormented by their father.

That was, of course, when they hadn't spent years of their lives in the past thanks to their brother Five.

After being sent back to the present, they're somehow the youngest.

After years of broken bonds, deceased loved ones, wrong paths taken, and an unlikely familiar love found for each other, the Three J's are ready to move on and leave their home behind for good.

That is until their father dies, and their brother returns from the future with a cryptic message.

The world is going to end - and these three siblings have no idea how to deal with it.

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Number Eight, Nine, and Ten were considered the least valuable of the Academy so they were usually chosen last for any missions, if at all.

Their brother Number Five was allowed to experiment with his powers on them as they were mostly expendable, according to their father.

Reginald was ready to sacrifice them should anything go awry. And one day, that it did. The three of them were sent back in time and no one heard from them again for a whole year. This would be the first incident that threw the remaining Hargreeves siblings for a loop. A stark reminder that their powers did not, in fact, make them invincible. No matter how strong they were.

The second reminder came when, not long after Eight, Nine, and Ten, Five disappeared for eighteen years after a temper tantrum at the dinner table led him to try and prove to his father that his powers were fully developed enough to travel through time unscathed. They weren't.

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#ocappreciation #ocapp #the umbrella academy oc #the umbrella academy fanfiction #fic: free falling #oc: joy hargreeves #oc: jill hargreeves #oc: jinx hargreeves #oc: aiden calloway #chapter update #i really hope this works #there was a time when wattpad wouldn't actually show changes made to a chaptee #anyway pls enjoy #and thank you again to jemma for the banner!

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nonawaaa · 2 years

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This love is bad...

“You told me to wait for you”

Her voice is as soft as it can be, the rain almost too loud compared to her breaking voice. She bit her lip, trying her best to compose herself, to not cry in front of him.

“I never told you to wait for me,”

Words slipped out his mouth like it was nothing, memories of their past washed away with the rain. That was Sakura’s breaking point.

“I did it because I love you!” she screamed. She screamed so loud hoping the sound of her heart breaking could be masked by it. Tears streaming down her cheeks along with the droplets of rain falling from her head. It was refreshing yet so, so painful.

“I wanted you to be happy!”

“I was happiest with you!”

The rain became angrier, as if to match them both, soaking them, maybe it was trying to wash their anger. Eyes staring, glaring, looking at each other. This was not how they looked at each other in the past, the past all forgotten now like a dream.

Big droplets of rain hit Sakura from head to toe, it almost hurt, almost, compared to the anger, confusion, hurt that she is feeling right now. She looked at Sasuke, who’s trying to find words to say. The eyes that used to look at her with love and care now turned to glares.

“I didn’t have a choice, Sakura!” he raised his voice a little louder, trying to get his message come through amidst the loud rain around them. Thunders covering up the fact that he too, wanted to scream, wanted to run to her and hold her.

“You had a choice, Sasuke-kun! You had a choice to stop that arranged marriage of yours! You asked me to marry and run away with you, remember?! And when we were supposed to meet, you bailed on me! You had a choice but you chose not to!”

He can feel her anger, 6 feet apart yet he can feel and hear her anger. Tears are there for sure, he just couldn’t see it because of the rain but he knows. What should he say? All she said were true. He left her.

“For years I was so confused as to why you would do that, we could’ve had it all Sasuke-kun. We could’ve built a family of our own. But you came out of nowhere with your child in one hand and your wife with the other, showing me that you are happiest with them,” Sakura continued. She couldn’t describe what she’s feeling right now, she couldn’t look at him anymore.

This time she was the one who walked away first. She walked towards her car, still soaking from the rain, while he stood there on the same spot. This was their spot, nights where they would laugh and fool around, nights where they would plan out their future together, nights where Sakura just wanted to turn back time to.

But she can’t.

She says goodbye to that place the same way she saw his image slowly disappearing from the mirror of her car.

She says goodbye to him.

#im baaaack #yes im alive #i cant believe i survived a year in college #i missed writing!#and angst felt so good :)#i hope you guys enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing this #i might post a wip just to motivate me to finish my nh drafts hahahaha #anyway pls enjoy #screams angst #angst #sssnippetaday #Sakura Haruno #Sasuke Uchiha

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ruubesz-draws · 1 month

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Godzilla x Kong New Empire but it's the Spongebob Movie

I had this idea BEFORE the movie even came out lol

This took longer than I thought! Please appreciate it!

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bbq-potato-chip · 11 months

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Ever noticed all the frogs in hateno village?

#Click for better quality btw #I rember I went to hateno first thing and I was like. I don’t remember this many frogs being around here #Totk #totk spoilers #totk zelda #loz #tears of the kingdom #the legend of zelda: tears of the kingdom #zelda #link #tloz #my art #ill tell u this my markers are so dead after this #Anyway pls enjoy my silly comic I worked very hard on it #1k

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aeide-thea · 1 year

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Stained glass by Constantine Woolnough, 1858 Church of St Mary, Dennington, Suffolk Photography by Simon Knott

#christianity cw #constantine woolnough #stained glass #photography #simon knott #saw another post with what was imo a worse picture of one of these windows and wanted to add the second one #absolutely stunning work imo #(the eternal tension of μέν hating & fearing most forms of christianity qua violent smothering institution #while also δέ really loving a lot of the art & architecture that sprang from it & is inextricably linked with it…)#(like. love me a good church. do not want to get anywhere near one unless it's empty.)#anyway. pls enjoy these windows.

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cordyce · 1 year

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ao’nung is frustrated.

at least, that’s what you’ve deduced from watching him sharpen his knife for the past ten minutes straight. if he keeps going, it might get as thin as a wish bone; threatening to snap at the slightest bit of pressure. as much as you’d find amusement in the sight of that, you’d rather not be in the crossfire when it happens.

“what’s got you caught in its net?” you ask, finally, as you drop the gear you’ve been mending while ao’nung simmers.

“funny,” he mutters, but mirth is not something found in his tone. another scrape, another grating. he does not look over at you.

“i know. i’m the funniest person alive. you should be grateful you have the opportunity to bask in my presence.”

it’s a ploy—a tease. like waving fresh bait in front of a young ilu but never tossing it into the water for them to eat. your tactic with ao’nung is always the same. push and pull and prod just enough that he bites back with less venom and more demure. because sarcasm is better than spite, in all regards.

except now, he doesn’t take it. now, he simply keeps his head tucked down, his lips pressed in a hard line. whittling at his knife and spouting invisible steam out of his ears.

you stand up, make your way over to him and bend slightly at the waist to slide your hands along his sloped shoulders. his muscles go taut—just a bit—at the initial contact of your palms, but relax a second later. not to their resting state, no, but leaving the field of caught off guard at the very least. you hum, lean down further as you dip your hands over his clavicles, across the upper half of his sternum.

“what is wrong, ao‘nung?” its sincere, this time. your question. because despite the dynamic between the two of you, you really do care—jokes and jabs aside.

this silence is different. you can tell by the twitch of his ears that he’s thinking; mulling something over on his tongue before he decides whether to spit it out or swallow it down. you can never guess which one it will be, not with him. he acts on whims, never strategy. there is no speculating his next move, so you simply don’t try to.

“there has been talk among the reef.” it’s all he says; all he gives. such a shell of a man, forcing you to pry open his jaws to reach the pearl within.

it is good that you’ve always been so skilled with your hands.

“there is always talk among the reef,” you chuckle, begin to fiddle with the necklace that’s strung around his neck. hooking your chin over the top of his head, you look down to watch as he grinds his knife once again. “you know they like to keep their minds busy with silly things.”

“it isn’t a silly thing.”

“oh? then tell me, what is so dire that it could have the great ao’nung this tense, hm?”

his hands falter for the first time, a pause in his rhythmic grazing. your brows furrow at that, create a hairline crease in the middle that only smooths out as he resumes his motions. scrape, scrape, scrape again. it’s like he’s doing it in sync with his heart. if you shifted your hand over just a tad, you suppose you could test that theory.

“it is talk of you.”

quiet. a mere grumble under his breath. if you were not leaned over him like this you would not have even heard him. such an odd twinge to his tone; laced with something you can’t quite decipher. can’t quite pick up on. it isn’t necessarily anger, but something flirting along the lines of it.

“me? don’t tell me you have went around spreading rumors that i am possessed by eywa’s evil sister again. i thought you stopped that when we were kids.” you laugh through it, because the jagged edges of his timbre are making your fingers itch. “you’re going to ruin my reputation.”

he scoffs. condescending, dismissive. normally you’d take that as a good sign; a call back to his regular grating demeanor. at this specific moment, however, you find annoyance in it.

“your reputation is fine,” he tilts, gives a particularly harsh press of his knife that makes you think this just might be the time where it snaps. miraculously, it doesn’t. “so completely fine.”

“then what could they possibly find reason to speak of me for?” you press, rubbing your thumb over the cord of his necklace, twisting it around your fingers. “i have not caused any trouble lately. haven’t set fire to any maruis. why, there’s nothing that i can think of that could possibly warrant—“

“they speak of your lack of mate.”

his hands are working harder, less refined. jaw clenching, deltoids growing stiff below you. it’s all starting to air itself out, his jaws have cracked open just enough that you can finally see the pretty pink pearl that rests on the bed of his tongue. but it is not enough, not yet.

“then all they speak is the truth,” you shrug over him, keep your gaze locked on his movements. you want to be sure, before you jump to the assumptions that are creating hurdles in your mind. “there is no harm in speaking of public knowledge.”

“they—“ he hitches, twists his face up like his next words are sour on his tastebuds, “they are voicing their thoughts on potentials for you. they think.. rotxo is the best option.”

“oh, yes. rotxo would be a fine potential mate.”

and, ah. there it is. the coup de grace.

ao’nung snaps his head around towards you so fast you hardly have time to lean back to avoid getting smacked in the chin by his skull. there’s a fissure between his brows, his eyes have widened past the aggravated slits they were before. his mouth is cracked open in disbelief, of the fact that you agreed with him or another matter, you aren’t sure. either way, it is clear now what has been getting under the heir’s skin.

he's jealous. and you can't help but find that the slightest bit amusing. it's not often you have ao'nung in the palm of your hand like this; akin to a bug squirming under the pad of your thumb with no clear route of escape. you think you can play this up, just a little.

"you do not think that," he states, like he needs to speak it into existence. like if he says it then it will ring true, change your mind.

(he doesn't need to change your mind, but he doesn't need to know that right now).

"why would i not?" you hum, tip your head like you're truly contemplating it. "he is sweet. has a tender heart. and he is always so quick to help me. he doesn't even complain. i think taking him as a mate would be a good decision."

"the only thing good about rotxo is his hair," ao'nung spouts, rolls his eyes at you as his face fills up with indignation. "stupid, pretty boy goody two shoes."

"oh, you're right! and he's nice to look at," you agree, nod your head right along with it, "how could i forget?"

his cheek dips; he's sucking it in between his teeth. you've really done it, you think. setting him off has never been so easy. sure, it’s never too hard to get him riled up in the middle of a bickering match. but like this? aggravated over, what, exactly? the thought of you with someone else?

maybe you’re enjoying this a bit too much.

“he is not your type.” a bold proclamation, ao’nung spits out. grasping for straws; searching blindly. “you would not go well with him.”

“i think he is my type, actually,” you dispute, and he’s stopped all his movements now. knife long forgotten as he seethes over every word you speak. “kind. loyal. good morals. easy on the eyes. yes, definitely my type. that checks off the list.”

he purses his lips, knots up his brows. “that cannot be the list.”

“no?” you peruse, play into him. he makes this too easy, really. “what do you think is on the list, then? moody? messy? long hair? a tendency to be mouthy? being the chief’s son?”

that earns you a shove off of him; a click for him to realize you’ve been fucking with him this entire time. biting back your shit eating grin would be impossible so you don’t even try to. nor do you stop the laughter that bubbles out of you as he goes back to his knife work and curses you under his breath.

you reach for him again except this time you walk around until you’re in front of him. one hand on his shoulder, you lean down to shove the knife and sharpener out of his hands and plop yourself right into the slot his crossed legs have made. his gaze is narrowed at you, his lips jutted. you simply smile—innocent, sweet—as you slide your hands around to cup the nape of his neck.

“i don’t think rotxo could handle me,” you murmur, sickeningly saccharine in such a direct contrast from seconds before. ao’nung doesn’t budge. “and the good ones are always so boring. if he was my mate, when would i ever get the chance to get up to trouble?”

“you are trouble,” ao’nung scoffs; acting annoyed, fed up. but his hands give him away as they meet the dimples of your lower back, as they slide up your spine to hold you secure so you don’t fall backwards.

his facade of pretending to not care has never been too full proof. there’s been cracks in that glass since day one.

“your trouble,” you grin. your fingers begin to draw circles along the back of his neck, tease at his hairline. “you made me this way, you know.”

“i made you nothing,” he rebuts. “you are the one who always comes up with the pesky ideas that get us scolded.”

“ah, you’re right,” you agree with a faux sigh. “humor and brains. i guess i’m the funniest and smartest person alive. truly, you should be honored.”

ao’nung rolls his eyes, peels his hands off of you. “forget ability, i do not wish to handle you now. rotxo can have you, for all i care.”

“oh?” you quirk, begin to stand up. “should i go see what he is up to—“

“sit,” ao’nung orders before you can rise no more than a few inches off of his lap; hands gripping your waist to tug you back down. the playfulness drains from his eyes, that annoyance—jealousy—flashes across sea foam irises for just a moment. “you are not funny.”

you bite the edge of your lip, making your grin turn slanted. he is so fun to tease, to toss around. his palms are warm on the dip of your waist. sliding your hands further back, you skim your finger along the side of the braid encasing his queue. faint, light. he tries to hide the shiver it causes but you pick up on it regardless. and that only makes you grin wider.

“they will speak of me until i choose a mate,” you hum as you lean closer to him, minimize the distance between your faces. “rotxo is not the only name that will be paired with mine. they all like to place their bets, you know.”

“their bets are stupid,” ao’nung mutters; gruff and rumbling out of his chest as his attention flickers, falters, the closer you get.

being this close is nothing new. being this touchy is nothing new, either. but it’s almost like your skin is buzzing, your energies feeding off one another in the moment that sends you tumbling into a smug streak. or maybe, that’s just the power ao’nung holds over you and you’re scared to admit it.

“you only think they’re stupid because your name is being outnumbered in the betting pool.” maybe that’s a little mean, but it’s fun. your fingertips are heavier now, more directed as you trace the divots of his braid with one hand and gauge the rise and fall of his chest with the other. “if you were winning, would they be stupid then?”

“i am winning,” ao’nung conveys, so sure and lacking any sense of doubt in the slightest; a variance from a few moments before. and that, well, that actually makes you falter—for just a second.

“and how do you figure that?” you mumble out the question into the minute slot between the two of you. bated and breathy.

ao’nung hooks an arm around your waist, his other hand sliding up to grip the hinge of your jaw. not harsh, not rough, but firm. cradling you carefully but securely; solidly. your breath hitches, your fingers pause on their skimming across his queue encasing.

“because i am the only one who gets to do this,” he says. blunt and honest and certain as he closes the gap severing you.

he kisses you full and deep and warm. he kisses you like he has not eaten in days and you are the one thing that can sate his hunger. he kisses you like the ocean kisses the shore; yearning and all consuming, and rushing back once more as soon as their lips must part.

and he does; chase your lips as you pull back to catch your breath. places one, two, three pecks there before he deems it a safe retreat. his eyes are lidded, but no longer from frustration. that signature crooked, haughty smirk of his is curved into his pale lips. and instead of smacking it off, you’re considering how many more kisses it would take to wipe it away.

“oh yeah,” he chuckles, lips brushing over yours as he’s already leaning in again. “so winning.”

and you can’t help but agree.

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