#char: tala

[dragonsandbottlecaps]

(Fallout 3, PC screenshot)

#game: fo3 #fallout 3 scenery #char: tala

[spearxwind]

Hi this is where I talk a bunch about ocs :D

I dont have a lot of time lately to talk abt lore but i still think abt my guys whenever i have some chill time to myself, so here's some patch notes. This is also just me thinking out loud haha

CD:

ive been playing w some changes for CD and seeing if they stick :] gonna make the story slightly more complex and the sides of the conflict also different (for example I am going to make hades and talas full on enemies at first along with connon, caval and silas >:3 (and I am also making silas and his monster form two separate characters so the lion (hal) is now a mount instead))

Specifically what I've been thinking about is making Hades either a ship captain or a first mate for a rogue ship. The deal with Hades is that he comes from a renowned family from Redbridge and is a disgrace to them. In previous versions of CD they were artisans but that never rly clicked for me, and recently I have been reworking Redbridge into a naval empire to add some 🤏spice 🤏to the world, which would mean Hades' family is actually a naval captain family putting him next in line to be one of them but since his thing is being a disgrace he takes off and becomes a rogue. And instead of hating leviathans he fucking hates hunters instead. Conversely, I think with these changes Talas would also NOT be inclined to kill hunters (or at least not as often as he currently does). He'd pick fights with the naval fleet and other similar factions instead which is more like his character.

I also wanna try and bring back an older concept I had where connon's ship was able to both become fully submerged (like the subs in sunless sea where her character originated from) and this other idea I had where a ship could split in half into two smaller ships. Like if a catamaran could split into two and flank a vessel on both sides. But we'll see if I can make this work x)

Dragons (broken horizon + extinction):

I vaguely mentioned this a while ago as well but I've also been thinking abt my dragons and how I kinda want them to all be in one world/setting, which includes both my broken horizon guys (cer, jarek, octane, etc) and my extinction guys (alex, c, orion, etc) but I dont know how to deal with all of the conflicting lore and themes.

Because for extinction the big theme is there are people who can turn into dragons, and technically all of the dragons' powers are based on energy (for lore reasons). Meanwhile for my other dragons I have a few different elements or other ways of using fire (eg instead of using straight up fire/energy, my oc Jarek can breathe out gas only and ignites it with his mandibles).

I miss all my dragons a lot so I kinda wanted to make a world for them where I could have them Vibe and do different stories in so I thought about having a dragon-only universe but unfortunately Extinction has a pretty huge human element that I cant just eliminate.

It feels counterintuitive, i know the first logical choice is 'just let them be different things' but I genuinely feel like the right choice is to put them both together so the characters can interact and the whole story can be deeper because as it is both are really shallow and I would really like for them to work together so that's what I've been picking at for some months now (it's um. been real slow)

For these two stories I do have two different vibes though that I've been wondering how to weave together nicely bc they overlap for some characters. For broken horizon I had flying and aerial racing as a big theme (and some of the chars in extinction would be rly into that) and for extinction I had dragon arena fights as a big theme (and some of the characters in bh would be rly into that) both of these is another of the reasons why I wanted to put them both together bc it feels like they can fit very well I just have to find the right idea for them to click and then itll be smooth sailing -w-

I also wanted to talk abt this in hopes that talking abt all the dragons gets me to think more about them as well

I wanted to make this post bc I've been really busy lately and rly absent from here in general and I don't have as much time to draw (or even think abt ocs) anymore but I still wanted to keep posted about what's been going on in my head and hopefully get some eyes on it and maybe even some feedback if anyone is so inclined

If u read this whole thing thank u i owe you my life fr I hope u enjoyed reading abt my patch notes :D and hopefully sometime in the future I can get back to drawing concepts and stuff or maybe even writing stuff

#thunderclap #oc ramble #challenger deep #broken horizon #long post #whew this took so long to write and i dont even know if its gonna make ANY sense to anyone auuggggg #ive been thinking a lot about CD in my off time recently I want to make it GOOD i wanna make it COMPLEX i have a lotta good insp lately #so im hoping to make some good and much needed changes #and i also think abt my dragons a lot they just like. float at random in my head in cool scenes and i have no way to bring it all together #AND THAT MAKES ME MAD!!! THIS IS MY HOUSE!! I SHOULD BE ABLE TO MAKE IT FIT AUUUGGHGHHHH!!!! #i also think abt octane and alex being rivals a lot now it actually fits so much. radioactive bitches. fusion vs fission. #generation vs combustion. white and black. both still orange. please please i need this to work sooo bad #ALSO C AND ARC AND JAREK AND DIMA WOULD GET ALONG SO WELL I KNOW IT I DO AUGH

[milleneumfulcrum]

Infinite Sadness II (Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader)

part one here

Pairing | Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Word Count | 1,331

Warnings | more description of wounds, light description of ptsd, pure hurt/comfort

Tala comes back empty-handed, and you have yours full of Obi-Wan. The ship is one and a half less than it should be.

"Keep him breathing," Tala says, as if you are not already trying with every fiber of your very being. Obi-Wan is no more conscious than he was before, but the little smear of bacta you'd used against his charred flesh was drying up. You know he recognizes you, though, because whenever he manages to loll his head to the side and blink bleary-blue eyes up at you, his breathing slows in a stifled, calm sort of way that desperately tries to tell you I'm okay. But he's not, and when the facade becomes too demanding, Obi-Wan whimpers again. His fingers lace and unlace between yours like the contractions of his chest, hurried and panicked and pained.

"I need help; get the bacta tank prepared!"

Tala is shouting even before the ship's ramp fully descends, helping you haul Obi-Wan onto a makeshift stretcher. You cradle his head and stumble along as they drag him away, rushing through nameless landmarks and faceless spectators. They see you, with your lightsaber and your anonymity, and they are impressed. They see Obi-Wan, with his broken body and his thousand bounties, and despair. 

He is unconscious again when you reach the tank. This is good, because they have no sedatives to spare in this rusty cavern of survivors. You do not even let Tala help prepare him for the tank, undressing him with a gentle hand until only his modesty is left. It's not the first time you've seen him bare, but the fresh burns sicken you. You strap him into the harness alone, watching as the bacta droid lowers him in.

"He'll be okay," Tala tries to reassure you, laying a gentle hand on your shoulder. "It'll just take time."

"We need to find Leia," You choke out instead, and Obi-Wan's prone figure reflects in your bleak gaze. Tala accepts this and leaves you to watch over him alone. There is only ever one guardian angel. 

Obi-Wan does not take to the bacta tank. He thrashes behind a wall of bubbled air, expelled haphazardly from the respirator. You reach out in the Force and his eyes snap open, aware and yet unseeing. He struggles to the rim of the tank and spits out the apparatus, clutching the glass like a lifeline. You can't bring yourself to protest as the droid hauls him out again, rushing to unclip the harness you'd so lovingly done up mere hours ago.

"You still need to rest," You warned, trying to sharpen a stern edge into your voice. Obi-Wan, still dripping with bacta, sweeps you into his arms. I need you, you think he says. His shoulders shake. 

"Please come with me," He whispers, and you lead him back to the little cot Tala had sectioned you into, with sheets that still lay untouched. You dry him off and dress him in a grey tunic- one that looked so very much like his robes- before pulling him down into bed. Carefully. 

"Leia?" Obi-Wan asks again, before he cannot find the words to do so. You shake your head, whisper-soft.

"They're looking."

"Who?"

You ponder the question for a moment, a word almost slipping from your tongue.  Friends.  But these were not friends, not just yet. You knew in your heart, through the Force, that these people wanted Obi-Wan gone. He was a risk; a liability. You did not consider those types of people friends.

"I don't know yet," You responded after a long moment. "But we are safe, even if only for now."

Obi-Wan curls into you, and he is so quiet that it takes a long moment to recognize that he is weeping. Your fingers comb through his hair, featherlight and forgiving, and you shift to the side to envelop him in the covers. You know what you wish for now.

"I failed her."

His voice is dug straight from the grave. For a moment, you can scarcely even think, your fingers faltering even in their simple path from his temple to his upper spine. 

"No," You respond, if a little forcefully. There is no explanation that you haven't already given Obi-Wan, so deep does his guilt lie in everything. This? You are afraid he cannot take much more now. "You didn't fail her, Obi-Wan."

There is laughter somewhere behind your shoulder, beyond the soft privacy that the meager metal curtains provide. You frown-  don't they know you are mourning? - and pull Obi-Wan tighter to your chest. He responds with a twist of his fingers into your shirt, knotting you there as if he was afraid you too would slip away, and shudders. 

"Did-" He licks his lips, dry again already despite the bacta. "Did Anakin... did he...?"

Obi-Wan cannot bring himself to finish his query, far too afraid of what the answer may be. You understand regardless, shaking your head in a slight and gentle way. 

"No." Your voice is a whisper. "He didn't hurt me."

Your fingers brush over his skin again, and for once, the universe is kind. Although Obi-Wan has not spent the full submersion time in the bacta tank, his burns are mostly healed. The rest would scar- but he was no stranger to that. 

"I'm afraid," He admits, and that you are a stranger to. "She knows everything, and they will stop at nothing to obtain that information. She's just a child; s-she's only ten. I can't-" 

Obi-Wan's voice breaks and he cuts himself off sharply. He needs you like he needs to breathe, but vulnerability is not his way. It doesn't matter how many times he's come to you- come for you- it was never easy to fall apart, even if it meant he could be fixed again afterward. 

"She's a way to get to you." Always patient, you tuck Obi-Wan into your body, pressing a muted kiss to the top of his hair. "She will remain as long as you are out of reach." 

He flinches, turning his head to bury his face into the crook of your neck. You hold him there with infinite gentleness, your lips tracing soft words against his temple.  Not your fault,  you remind him. Your bodies mirror the other from so long ago, when you'd kiss each new scar the war gave him with tenderness unparalleled. Obi-Wan had always seemed to look at you in wonder, as if each time was the first that you'd done such a thing. 

"She was captured because of me," Obi-Wan croaks, his voice breaking like a promise. "I never should've left her there. Now she- he could realize-"

It was you who cut him short now, pulling away just enough to surge forwards and kiss him. He tastes like the sting of bacta as you press into him, palms insistent against his chest. In return, Obi-Wan sinks into your touch, parting his lips almost instantly. Your open-mouthed kisses travel to his jaw after a long moment, eliciting a shuddering breath from the man before you. 

"Don't say that," You insist, catching his face in your hands. "Obi-Wan, not everything in the galaxy falls to you." 

"But this-"

"Obi-Wan."

Your fingers brush through his hair, trying to soothe the brief sting you know that stern tone will inflict. Unsurprisingly, Obi-Wan sits in silence, his blue eyes like two oceans against his tired face. 

But then your name escapes his lips in a whisper, and he is pulling you back for another kiss. Desperate hands grip at your shirt, fumbling and unsteady, and he finds your mouth with a soft noise of need. 

"I'm sorry," He whispers, when you pull apart to breathe. Your smile is a softness he has only ever known with you.

"You are stronger than you believe," You hum. "But I will always be here to share the burden."

And when you stride through the caves, intent on finding Tala, Obi-Wan is a Jedi again. 

#obi-wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi-wan kenobi x reader #obi-wan x reader #obi wan x reader #kenobi #kenobi series #kenobi spoilers #tala durith #ewan mcgregor #ewan mcgregor x reader #star wars

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Casting off Death

https://www.patreon.com/empyreaniris?fan_landing=true

https://starr-fall-knight-rise.tumblr.com/post/182501791735/master-post

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jzEIdDAB4omdO2JcQVMObfrhLJ5kX4ONmSsLypM1ks0/edit?usp=sharing.\

It felt like a million years since Tala Kelly had seen Earth, but floating overhead in the planetbound shuttle, she relished every fluffy white cloud and dash of blue sea. The “blue planet” was a lot like she had remembered, though she was saddened to see the scars of war still visible. As they cut over the bank of clouds, vast stretches of land could be seen from space, scarred by the void invasion, all the plant life dead and the soil charred.

But Earth was resilient, and the wounds on her surface were quickly scabbing over. The livid red she had seen from previous images had faded away as new plant growth sprouted from the soil. The void invasion was the most recent catastrophes in a list of problems the Earth had faced since her disappearance, and she couldn’t help but feel that none of this would have happened if she hadn’t died.

The realization hurt, and the guilt was real despite none of this being her fault.

She imagined this is what a mother would have felt like leaving her children against her will, still guilty but with an abiding sense of sadness. 

Kelly had been doing some reading on the void invasion and the long term effects. Surprisingly enough, the void had not destroyed the livability of the areas it had infected. In fact, dissolved particles from the strange, fleshy substance that had coated the ground had dissolved into the soil making the dirt incredibly fertile. Plantlife was already beginning to spring up from wasted land. New trees had to be planted, but just like the forest after a devastating wildfire, things would recover.

In a way the void had done good things for the land, returning minerals back to the earth that well-farmed dirt hadn’t had in a long time. The animals that had been affected were recovering nicely and with no ill side effects except for looking a little mangy for the duration of their hair loss.

So earth itself was recovering just fine.

The greatest devastation had been on the people.

Collective trauma had seen a skyrocketing increase in PTSD, Anxiety, and Panic disorders over the last few months. Thousands of people had been displaced as their houses and lands were completely destroyed. Cities were struggling to handle the influx of visitors from moe rural areas.

But still.

Life moved on.

And just like the aftermath of a hurricane, people were already starting to rebuild, pulling their houses together and making their living on the land that had been scorched and barren. Some of those houses would never be reentered as the homeowners couldn’t go back to the scene of such horror, but others were determined to stay put. The residents of Orion Mericanda were some of the hardest hit, being so close to the epicenter.

Adam Vir’s place of origin had been nearly destroyed, but with a hefty sum of donations from Arcadia, it was getting back on its feet, and the people were slowly beginning to return. The crop conglomerate that surrounded Orion was already making plans to plant this year, and even add a few new crops now that the soil was more conducive. 

Things would recover.

They generally did.

But they would do better if she was there.

Soon the curvature of the earth vanished behind a bank of clouds, and the shuttle rocked gently around her and Hye. He reached out absently to hold her hand, face pressed up against the window as they descended from the sky, “Look, sunlight!”

Kelly smiled and patted his arm, “Look an ocean.”

“I’m going to go look at some fish!”

His excitement had her smiling. He had been working very hard on Arcadia’s inland sea, and the project was both tiresome and frustratingly complicated. It would be nice for him to get away and touch some real earth fish. 

They landed at the spaceport just outside of Fort Harmony’s territory. From there they drove to their hotel and Hye went to stand out on the balcony face turned up to the sun. Kelly lingered behind him staring out at a city she wasn’t entirely sure she recognized. Strange how only a few ears can change so much. 

Funny how much she had changed in a few years.

She looked down at herself absently catching her body as it glitched slightly, a void of stars peeking through her silhouette before she returned to normal. What would people think of that little problem? She had been consulting with doctors and psychologists on the topic, and over the past few months they had seen a steady decline in the length and duration of the glitches, but recently they had leveled off and stopped, not getting worse but not getting any better .

Hye turned to look at her his smile falling a bit.

He reached out to take her hand, “hey, you okay?”

She gave him a nod, “I’m fine, just a lot has changed.”

He took her other hand and stepped a bit closer his grip firm, “Cosmetically yes, but everything important remains just as it was.”

Kelly smiled and rested her hand against his cheek. She leaned up on her toes, brushing her lips gently over his before lowering herself to rest on her heels, “Your sense of optimism is unshakable.” She patted his face and then withdrew her hand, “But I should get going, before I change my mind.”

“Go get em.” he said raising his fists to cheer her on, “And tonight victuals!”

She smiled and rolled her eyes, “Goofy man.”

And then she stepped from the room and out into the hallway. She paused for a moment as the door closed and took a deep breath. Could she do this? 

She hadn’t been alone in a long time now and the world around her seemed to vast and empty. She had to take a breath to steady her nerves. Before all of this she had never been unsure of herself, never questioned her decisions. She tried to conjure up the young Tala kelly hungry for blood and danger. She tried to imagine the pull of G forced against her body and the thrill of danger.

She tried to conjure up the woman that had run for the presidency.

But even though the feelings were still there, she had to acknowledge that she was a different person. That year in the voidblack had changed her, and not necessarily for the better, but resolutely she straitened herself and composed her mind.

Even if she didn’t feel hr old self, she had to act like it for the people of earth.

And she left.

***

No one had ever deactivated Tala Kelly’s military ID badge. In all the comotion it had simply slipped someone’s mind, and anyone else who caught it didn’t see the need to deactivate a dead woman. She had been well liked and respected, so to delete her from the system felt like  some sort of betrayal.

So when Tala Kelly rocked up to the gate at fort Harmony wearing an admiral’s uniform with an active ID badge, the MP and guard at the gate didn’t question it. Things might have been different if the gate guard and the MP were completely politically illiterate and didn’t recognize either the name or the face of one of the most influential political figures in recent earth history.

Instead she got a salute and was allowed through.

A flood of memories washed over her as she made her way up the sidewalk and towards the front doors. Not much had changed here. Off in the distance she could still hear the sound of engines powering up. The misters were on filling the air with the smell of wet grass and topsoil. A lawnbot was mowing the lawn adding the smell of grass clippings on top of the smell of wet earth.

The sound of voices and the marching of boots garnished the symphony of her old life and memories, almost overwhelming her with nostalgia before she managed to rein herself in.

How strange it all was.

Her keycard opened the door with a sharp beep and she stepped inside, feeling a rush of cooled air conditioning.

Somewhere she could hear the sound of a vacuum cleaner, and smelled the aroma of cheap musty carpet.

Glass cases lined the walls on either side displaying images and commendations.

Stepping forward she was surprised to find her own face staring back at her from one of the cases. It was a commissioned portrait she didn’t recognize, so it must have been done after she died, and all around it were photographs and pieces of other memorabilia on display.

Looking at the name plate below her image was surreal.

Reading her own death date.

Feet shuffled some distance away and she heard the voice speak softly in her head. Tala kelly had trouble  with telepathy where the others did not. Conn, Adam and Celex were all quite proficient, but something about her time in the void made it difficult for her, and she had to strain to hear what was being said.

A four star Admiral? No one I recognize? No handlers either? I’ve never seen an admiral without a possy of lackeys, and now shes showed up without someone to greet her, and of course who is going to get reprimanded for not knowing she was coming? Me its going to be me.

“Admiral? My apologies we didn’t know you were co-”

Kelly turned to face the man watching the inner workings of his brain as his entire system short circuited, rebooted and shorted again. Through his eyes she briefly saw what he saw, a familiar face,  with the image on the wall for comparison, the name plate, and one of his own memories. He had been a newly commissioned officer then, just promoted, but they had met in passing one or two times.

And then she glitched.

He took a step back, eyes widening, “I… h how. I….” his mind was a mixture of fear and concussion. Hundreds of thoughts ran through his head, was he seeing things, was someone playing a trick on him, was this the void back again to torment them, what was going on.

“Captain O’nelle congratulations on your promotions. You always did show some promise.”

His mouth hung open chin swinging towards the floor.

“But… h…” His hand reached towards the implant on his wrist, ready to call someone for help.”

“Its alright, you can call them. I wouldn’t trust me either.”

She watched him subtly make the call, but didn’t try to stop him as she heard the sound of rushing feet.

It didn’t take long for the five MPs to come rushing up the hall.

Fortunately for her, these MPs had worked there for a very long time. Each one she knew by name, and they knew her. All five of them skidded to a halt bumping into each other and nearly falling over themselves in their confusion.

Kelly smiled at them.

“I don’t suppose you left my office vacant/” 

[sanerontheinside]

QuiObi + #45 😇

45, a kiss out of anger, because we like to suffer 🤭

[prompts || send another!]

sooooo after watching the Kenobi show I spawned like. 2-3 ideas. this prompt belongs to one of them! background: Qui-Gon leaves the Order after Obi-Wan returns from Rattatak (we do lightly touch on the why of it)

This prompt either falls in the middle of that story, or my brain will decide that it's already checked this idea off the list (tho i kinda hope not, there's more that can be done here, and I think this scene could also be fleshed out—) anyway here we goooo

He floated. 

The pain had been indescribable. Heat that refused to dissipate, seemed only to get worse, endless, endless. He was still burning, even now when he’d been pulled out of the flames—had he been? He couldn’t say. He was still there, unable to breathe, choking on ash. 

Anakin had felt this. He’d been alive, abandoned on the hot Mustafar sand. Obi-Wan had turned his back on him. 

You should’ve killed me when you had the chance. 

Pain, old and dull and inescapable, streaked through him. For a moment it seemed to him that he’d burned on Mustafar, been left charred and empty; that he’d suffered those injuries for a decade. 

But he hadn’t, had he? Hadn’t even known that Anakin still lived. He’d wandered beneath the scorching suns of Tatooine, and at best his burns had been superficial; he’d survived all of it, because he had a mission to complete. Something important, something to hold on to… 

Something was missing. 

Obi-Wan jerked, and found himself restrained, sluggish. 

He tried again. He was trapped, encased in some gelatinous substance. The smell of it was cloying—

Bacta. 

They were losing precious time. Obi-Wan struck out and kicked for the surface. 

“—need more time!” Tala was calling up to him insistently. “Ben, your injuries need time to heal.” 

He pulled off the rebreather, stubbornly ignoring the way the barely-healed skin pulled and ached. “Where’s Leia?”

Tala’s expression cracked. That told him all he needed to know. 

She sighed. “The medic will want a look at those burns.”

Obi-Wan bit back a protest. The bacta treatment, however brief, had at least dulled the pain. And though he tried not to think about it, the idea of sinking back into the tank filled him with dread. 

*

The base was set up smartly, by someone who knew what they were doing. They’d repurposed one of the old structures left abandoned after the campaign on Jabiim. Jabiim likely still hadn’t forgiven the greater galaxy for what had happened there: Empire, Confederacy, or Republic, it was all the same to them. It remained an unregarded, struggling world—perfect for an illegal base of operations. 

A couple turns away from the room where they kept the bacta tank (Obi-Wan doubted they could afford to keep more than one) there was a cramped little mediwing. Tala made sure Obi-Wan got as far as the exam table, then left him there. He could still hear her soft voice, barely, no doubt speaking to the medic just outside. Obi-Wan thought he could just about imagine how that conversation went. Medics liked things to be neat and clean; that a patient would fight bacta treatment was baffling to most. 

Obi-Wan sighed, and geared up for a minor fight. 

“Leaving us so soon?”

The sound of that voice slid down his spine like ice. 

“If we had a patient record, I’d have you signing a form indicating you refused treatment.”

Obi-Wan swallowed against the lump in his throat. It refused to budge. 

“Still, I’m sure you know how this works: bacta-packed compression bandages for the burns, a broad spectrum antibiotic, an analgesic for the pain you’re going to tell me you’re not in.” 

Obi-Wan watched the tall frame moving around the little ward out of the corner of his eye, rifling through the drawers. The bandages were tossed almost carelessly onto the exam table beside him, then the man returned with two hypos in hand. 

“Non-negotiable, I’m afraid,” the man said. 

Obi-Wan forced himself to look at him. 

Qui-Gon looked… different. Older, terribly worn. His eyes were bruised with sleepless nights, and his face was gaunt. He’d lost weight. His hair was silvered now, twisted back into a long braid. 

Obi-Wan licked dry lips and tried to think of anything to say. “A medic?” was the best he could do, apparently. 

The corner of Qui-Gon’s mouth twitched up in something that wasn’t quite a smile. He picked up one of the bandage packages and tore into it. “Amazing, what skills you’ll pick up on the run. Most people are too grateful to ask questions, even about unlikely recoveries.”

“Ah.” 

Obi-Wan tried not to jump when Qui-Gon started to wrap the bandages around his ribs. It had been such a long time since he’d been touched. He missed Qui-Gon’s hands… 

But Qui-Gon’s motions were brisk, perfunctory. Obi-Wan fought down a pang of grief. He didn’t deserve that comfort from him, anyway. Obi-Wan desperately cast about for another topic. 

“How long have you been working with the Path?” His voice sounded strained, even to him. 

“Separatists had been hunting Force Sensitives already.” Qui-Gon shrugged. “Mostly sentient trafficking, but some had likely suffered a more terrible fate. I still had my old contacts then. When the Republic fell… it was hard going, for a time. A few years later, I started crossing paths with Roken and the Path. Joined forces. It was better than getting in each other’s way.”

Obi-Wan nodded. Mostly, he found himself listening to the cadence of Qui-Gon’s voice, the long-missed timbre of it. There was a bit more brogue to his speech now than Obi-Wan remembered. Maybe that was telling of the years he’d lived more Rimward than Core. 

“I wondered if you would come look for me,” Qui-Gon said into the silence. “I suppose I shouldn’t be terribly surprised you didn’t.”

Obi-Wan stayed still and quiet. He tried to speak as neutrally as possible. “You left,” Obi-Wan said. 

“You didn’t need me,” Qui-Gon growled. 

Obi-Wan rocked back where he sat, feeling like he’d been slapped. Qui-Gon had been well-shielded, but this—the bitter pain in his voice, the anger and the grief—he could’ve been Force-blind and he would’ve still been able to taste it in the air. The feelings had spilled out in a brief, bright flash, like a meteorite catching fire. 

“I have always needed you,” he said. 

“After Rattatak,” Qui-Gon bit out, hurling the words at his feet like the accusation they were. “You shut me out, you—”

Qui-Gon’s eyes flashed with warning, but Obi-Wan had nothing to answer to that anyway, because Qui-Gon was right, of course. He’d shut everyone out. It wasn’t like he’d had much time to deal with the consequences of such a thing. And Qui-Gon had stayed close to him, hovering-but-not, edging around him on tip-toe—

Now he was angry. Like he’d been angry since he’d left the Temple, and carried that with him for the last twelve years. The sight of Qui-Gon Jinn angry was a rare thing. Obi-Wan himself barely had the reserves left for such a feeling. 

Amazing, Obi-Wan thought. After all these years, at least one thing remained consistent. He’d disappointed Qui-Gon after all. 

And yet, here he was; bandaging Obi-Wan’s arm and shoulder even as he ground his teeth. 

“I have always needed you,” Obi-Wan said more softly. “Even when I pushed you away. I’m sorry, for what little it’s worth.” 

Qui-Gon shut his eyes and leaned forward, surprising Obi-Wan when he rested his brow against Obi-Wan’s temple. 

“I thought you dead.”

The words were so quiet, barely a breath, that Obi-Wan felt more than heard them. He turned his head gently into the touch. “I prayed you weren’t.”

“You didn’t look,” Qui-Gon noted. 

There was that bitter edge again, though weakened this time. Obi-Wan smiled, and shook his head. “I had a job to do. I still do.”

A long, low breath spilled from Qui-Gon’s lips. “You awful, infuriating thing,” he whispered. 

Then a hand was on Obi-Wan’s chin, turning and angling his head, and dry lips pressed against his with a fierce desperation—angry and desperate and grieved. The kiss was like nothing he’d ever known—a greeting, a plea, or maybe a curse. One of them bled. 

It was over as quickly as it had begun, and Obi-Wan found himself panting, fingers curled into a well-worn, soft, blue tunic. 

“Qui,” he gasped, “what—”

“I lost you here, on this planet,” Qui-Gon rasped. 

Obi-Wan glanced up at him, found those blue eyes burning into his very soul. 

“I won’t lose you again,” Qui-Gon said, “certainly not here. Wherever you need to go, I’m going with you.” 

Obi-Wan opened his mouth automatically, though every line of Qui-Gon’s body was coiled fierce and ready for a fight. And Obi-Wan was tired of fighting. 

And he missed his bondmate. Twelve years ago, when he’d locked away the mess that was Rattatak, he’d locked away parts of himself with it. He’d done it again, in the middle of the desert, burying his past life with his Padawan’s. 

What a horrible thing to bury, he thought, eyes falling to his hand where it lay over Qui-Gon’s heart. Over the scar that had nearly taken Qui-Gon from him; the reminder of the countless nights that followed as he pulled apart nightmare after nightmare, fear after fear, only to discover that he’d been in love with his Master for years. 

He’d thought that love had withered away, at least on Qui-Gon’s part. That that was why Qui-Gon had left. 

Twelve years later, here they were again. He’d buried something living, and he wasn’t sure he’d ever be forgiven for it. 

Obi-Wan cleared his throat. “Yes,” he whispered. “Yes, all right.”

#quiobi #hurt obi wan #obi wan kenobi #qui gon jinn #yes i did hear 'Jabiim' and decide to go feral what about it #kiss prompts

[kinomiya]

"things you said ....When you thought I was dying" Tala/Takao Go as unhinged as you can lol

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHahahahahahahahaaaaa.

It’s not unhinged, I don’t even know that it is.

It’s ~ART~

Tala aimlessly roamed the fiery remains of what was once a city block, careful not to let the black flames lick his skin, an annoyed scowl on his face. Boris never hesitated in sending Kai into these once densely populated cities to wreak havoc on the poor souls that remained hidden within the derelict structures, and Kai, who held no fondness for this country or its people was all too happy to oblige, leaving the unrecognizable, charred remains of the families systematically oppressed by Biovolt.

But while Kai felt no predilection for the innocent Russian people caught up in the crossfire of his endless pursuit of one man, they were Tala’s compatriots and something deep inside him felt he had an obligation to at the very least attempt the rescue of survivors. 

Unfortunately Hiwatari was particularly thorough in his cruelty and all that Tala ever found were the scorched bodies of men, women and children, both friends and foes to Biovolt. It was a hopeless task, he knew as much, there were no saviors and no salvation for those who had remained ambivalent as Biovolt’s regime arose.

Tala was roused from his reverie at the sight of red patches staining the dirty ash covered snow, following the trail he was brought to the back of a small concrete building that had somehow escaped his teammates' flames.

He came to an abrupt stop at the sight of him, propped up against the cement, his head tilted to the side as blood flowed from his mouth down his chin and onto the grey snow, extensive burns covering his neck and arms. His eyes were glazed over and for a moment Tala thought him dead too until he caught the slightest movement, a shallow breath.

Tala exhaled sharply, knowing he should just turn away, and let him die for any other decision would have unfathomable consequences but his feet carried him forward towards the man anyway.  Perhaps he was just so tired of seeing so much death or perhaps it ate away at him but that he couldn’t ever save one single mother or child from the inhumanity he’d endured all his life, but in that moment he didn’t give a damn about the repercussions or how this one moment could change the entire course of history.

Gently he reached his hand out and shook the nearly lifeless man before him, causing him to slowly shift his gaze towards him, a hint of recognition, an acceptance of inevitable death in his eyes.

He closed his eyes for a moment, clenching his jaw and contemplated for a short time before finally reaching a decision. Carefully, he hooked his arms under his knees and back and lifted him up off the cold ground before speaking faintly:

“Kinomiya, you’re not going to die here.”

At some point in time, Tala would have considered himself loyal to Biovolt to the bitter end, sooner having a bullet put in his head before abandoning his comrades and the institution that had given him power, but as the endless bitter winter dragged on, and he watched more and more loyal innocent civilians be turned to ash, with only one single man standing in such bold, beautiful defiance of it all. 

He just couldn’t help but think Takao Kinomiya was the closest thing to a savior they had.

#Beyblade #Takao Kinomiya #Yuriy Ivanov #Tala Valkov #yutaka #but only sort of #like only if you want it to be #Writing #asks #i am the captain of the takao/yuriy ship #The beyfic tag

[evolvejane]

tila tala by syd hartha is me singing to him/her 🥸

literally describes my relationship status hehe char

#Spotify

[akajustmerry]

What are your thoughts on Kenobi?

hiiiiiiiii ❤️ thanks for asking!

so I'm still pretty sick n feverish rn so these thoughts might be a bit scattered. I think it's important to know that I went into kenobi with relatively low expectations. after watching boba fett, the final season of tcw, etc, I don't rlly expect these series to be much more than frilly filler that dismisses it's own source material and let's just say kenobi didn't do much to shift that expectation.

It was a waste of Hayden: despite being a they/them, I am now, forever and since the age of 8, a Hayden Christensen girlie!!! But my mans was WASTED, I understand he was (allegedly) in the Vader suit the whole time but....its a waste. At bare minimum there shoulda been more ani/obi prequel flashbacks woven throughout each ep instead of that one in ep 5. Like they dragged him off the farm to cosplay darth Vader. I wanna know what Disney has on him to make him do this because lord love a duck, this was pathetic and using him so heavily in the press was akin to false advertising.

Individualism is a DISEASE: I'm currently writing a video essay about Anakin so I'm not gonna elaborate a lot on this point here except to say that having Anakin claim that HE HIMSELF killed Anakin Skywalker is an INSULT to how the prequels clearly placed the blame for Anakin's turning on the Jedi on multiple factors, many of which were systemic, to the point where even in the prequels Anakin CONSISTENTLY outloud blames the Jedi for making him this way. That, "I did" line in ep 6 was completely unearned and spat in the face of George Lucas's Anakin characterisation. And for what? all to free obi wan of a guilt he has every fucking justification to feel. Anakin was never EVER solely responsible for becoming Darth Vader. To have him say so just Disney depoliticising star wars, as they've been doing since TFA by making characters into fucking toys.

Leia, I'd kill for you: about the only thing that kept me watching after ep 3, apart from the hope of seeing Hayden, was Leia. Vivien Blair was absolutely adorable and did such a wonderful job emulating Carrie Fishers energy without just imitating. Along with her performance, I appreciated seeing characterised and fleshed out as a main character, rather than a side character in someone else's story. She was perfect and her and Ewan were so lovely on screen I was just 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 the whole time. She was the star of this silly series as far as I'm concerned.

The racism...yikes! I've talked about reva on my blog already so I'm not gonna repeat it, but putting Tala, a brown woman, in Nazi adjacent costuming for the majority of her screen time and then killing her off to save the white dude? Yikes. Also, Sung Kang being inhumanely evil and green? Literally dehumanising. Also, Kumail being untrustworthy criminal grifter? Nope. I was so shocked Oshea Jackson's char lived because the racism in this series was so bad.

The environmentals were appalling: this is a gripe I have with all Disney + content, but the fact that this show about Obi Wan made in 2022 looks more visually bland and flat than movies made in the early 00s is EMBARRASSING. Ani and Obi fought twice in this stupid show and on both occasions the environment was essentially interchangeable!!!! You could not say that about any of the duels in the prequels because they actually have visually compelling narratively relevant settings!

Natalie Holt and John Williams collabing on the score was soooooooo good. Natalie being such a gifted fresh composer combined with John Williams legendary star wars tracks made for the most outstandingly scored d+ show to date. The score made it for me, honestly

A prequel only works as an emotionally driven tragedy: the thing about making something that's sandwiched between 2 establishment events in the story is that your only option to actually making it compelling is to focus on building emotional conflict over plot. Sadly, this show made its central conflicts all plot and hardly any emotion. Every cliffhanger was things we knew the answers to already, yet the show wants you to be worried that Luke Skywalker might die?? Laughable. When Obi says, "then my friend is truly dead" that's what should have been foregrounded as the main conflict for Obi Wan. Not whether Darth will learn of the kids, or whether reva will kill him or whatever the fuck! The throughline for the show should have been obi wan believing there was still good in him, Obi Wan believing that Anakin could be turned back, but we never get a proper sense that he actually believes any of that. Moreover, the actions he takes like protecting leia, burying his saber, the nightmares, his conversations with Reva - they all speak to him already accepting Anakin as being dead and just being Darth. That "then my friend is truly dead" line is so utterly unearned and unnecessary that it's almost funny. That line should have been TRAGIC but it's not because the show never invests in the emotional conflict of it, just stupid plot conflict we know will be resolved anyway.

Padme: I really loved how much this series acknowledged Padme's loss as equal to Anakin's in terms of forces for good lost to tragedy. Truly the only and most compelling emotional arch for Obi in this silly show was him figuring out how to tell leia about who her parents were without imparting the pain of losing them. Again this is one of the few genuinely positive things I can say about the show because it was something actually character focused.

A waste of qui gon - lmao it's hilarious to me that qui gon was literally the guy who chose Anakin to be the chosen one and is essentially responsible for putting ALL THIS into motion, but the forces that be on this wasteful show are like, "let's just have him cameo for a quip at the end". Borderline insulting!!!!!!!! Like qui gon DIED fighting for Anakin to be trained as a Jedi and abandoning obi to train him alone and we don't even get to see them have a meaningful conversation about any of that? Fuck off.

Endless repetition: I literally hate that the so-called iconic moments in this show are mostly just the show imitating what's already been done. Like Darth and Obis 2nd fight is just copy paste Ahsoka and Darths fight from TCW right down to the dialogue and most of the visuals. The whole rescuing Leia from the base is just imitating ANH without saying anything interesting too and sure obi said the "hello there" but Why are people treating that as meaningful when it's just a fucking gag reference?? If I wanted to watch ANH or ROTS I woulda just done that, I wanted something new. God forbid the show purporting itself as a character piece actually....be a character piece.

Anyways, I can't say I fully regret watching it. As I said, elements were enjoyable. But there was nothing in it that really justified its existence to me. Like, this coulda been a really fun star wars novella and I probably woulda been fine with it, but promoting it on the strength of ewan and Hayden returning and mostly wasting their time on screen with shit we already know that's inconsistent at best and shallow fan service repeating what's been done at worst just left a bad taste in my mouth. Those of us who loved and grew up on the prequels deserved better. Ewan was giving really fucking sad, hot uncle vibes though so I suppose it'll always be there for a thirst watch 🤷🏻

#obi wan kenobi #anti obi wan kenobi #star wars

[masterkeynobi]

part iii

the tl;dr of my brain on this ep is just. SO. DARTH VADER, HUH.

i say this every episode but god it is deeply compelling how miserable and pathetic obi-wan is i'm sorry. jaded and hopeless and stumbling over his own lies — this was the Negotiator, this was The General Kenobi, this was a hero to millions and now he can't do anything but tremble and run

leia who is clever and bright but still so very young... so perceptive but so naive... i am thinking of anakin (who isn't thinking of anakin here, really) and of how at age ten he had seen and felt too much cruelty to wear this kind of innocence

(i'm sorry but they really dont make darksiders like they used to none of the little inquisitorial squad have remotely any kind of intimidation factor and i cant tell if this is a function of clunky acting (unfortunate) or clunky costume design + effects. in a similar vein i do kind of feel like a lot of the minor chars/extras are breaking my suspension of disbelief? idk the bland american accents + overly modern dialogue + heavy-handed empire loyalist narrative aren't doing much for me)

you know me you know i love a good metaphor. using the force, obi-wan says, is like turning on a light when you're scared of the dark, the feeling of safety that comes with that. thinking about how hesitant he was to use it to save leia last episode. he hasn't felt safe in a decade he's just been sitting here scared of the dark and wallowing in it.

deeply horrific and really funny (a combination continued through this ep) that vader's lair of doom & gloom is on fucking mustafar. something awful about both him and obi-wan spending a decade reliving their worst moments over and over, something awful about neither of them wanting to be where they are, something awful about neither of them being able to die ("you should have killed me when you had the chance")

this is vader at his peak, though. my god. it is so good and right that they don't defang him for this he IS a monster he IS a nightmare made flesh and the sound of his breathing should & does kick your heart rate up a notch

this is so fucking excellent im exulting in it in an awful way OF COURSE HE CAME HIMSELF. OF COURSE HE'S SNAPPING RANDOM PEOPLE'S NECKS TO LURE HIM OUT THIS IS PERSONAL THIS IS THE MOST PERSONAL AND HE KNOWS OBI-WAN INSIDE OUT (of course obi-wan almost collapsed the minute he stepped planetside)

of course obi-wan can't watch other people suffer for him but my god is it incredible to watch him almost shake apart . what have you become / i am what you made me IS ANYONE ELSE INSANE ABOUT THIS... I PERSONALLY AM INSANE ABOUT THIS...

obi-wan is — i cannot emphasize this enough — extremely pathetic this is not mustafar 2.0 this isn't a fight he can win. vader at his peak vs obi-wan who hasn't touched his saber in a decade, whose hand shakes igniting it, who turns tail and runs because he's fucking terrified

obi-wan has spent ten years mourning his brother. vader has spent the same ten years planning, meticulously, how exactly hes going to tear him apart. this is well-thought-out and cold this is slow revenge and the only reason obi-wan isn't fucking dead is because anakin isn't kind enough to make it quick

HE SET HIM ON FIRE. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET OVER THE FACT THAT HE SET HIM. ON FIRE. ANAKIN SKYWALKER LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THE GALAXY'S PETTIEST MOST DRAMATIC SON OF A BITCH . THIS IS SO FUCKED UP AND AWFUL AND ALSO REALLY FUCKING FUNNY TO ME I'M SORRY. HE SET HIM ON FIRE

i will say i am a little... [raised eyebrow emoji]... about how when tala set fires vader did nothing about it even though literally two minutes ago he put out his own fires with nothing but a wave of his hand. but i'm assuming, for now, that it's something like the thrill of the chase, that obi-wan has nowhere to run and knows he's being hunted, that anakin will get him again inevitably and it'll be worse. yum. delicious. i love star wars and have no feelings about it at all

final note i have been too vader-tunnel-vision to think too hard about the Path but quinlan vos my dearest i am glad to hear you're alive and theres something so . So. about him (& others! but especially him, who survived the purge) doing what jedi do, about him saving children. obi-wan you are not nearly as alone as you think.

wait i lied about that being the final note everyone look at live slug reaction to vader lightsaber ignition and everything that followed

#sree.txt #star wars #watching #kenobi 2022 #rotating the path in my brain like a microwave rest assured it's really something #good god though obi-wan and vader. good fucking god #this recap post ended up being more personal and less eloquent htan my prev ones but such is life i don't feel up to eloquence right now #post-vader brainrot is real #obi-wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #gabesreeisms

[razputin-vodello-au-archive]

Lizzie and Norma, I know this is a touchy question. Despite everything your daddy has done and said, did you guys have any good memories with Daddy before he passed?

[Frazie] You guys okay?

[Norma] Yeah ...yeah, just ...been avoiding this one.

[Lizzie] It's a toughie.

[Frazie] (Nods solemnly) I'll just let you guys do this at your own pace, shall I?

[Norma] Y-you don't have to go, you know.

[Frazie] Yeah, I know. (Kisses Norma's forehead) But this one's for you and your sister. I'll see you later?

[Norma] Yeah ...later.

[Frazie] You too, Liz. It's your time to choose the movie for the movie night. And make it kid-friendly, Queeps and Tala are joining us tonight and I don't want them to have nightmares.

[Lizzie] (Chuckles) Yeah, I remember. See ya, Fraze.

(Footsteps leading away as Frazie leaves the room)

[Norma] (Pause) You wanna call Millie, Lizzie? Get some encouragement?

[Lizzie] No, no I'll call her after. (Long exhale) Why am I nervous? I'm being stupid.

[Norma] You're not being stupid, Lizzie. Like you said, it's a tough one to answer. You up for this? We can leave it simmering for a few months longer.

[Lizzie] Nah, I'm ready. (Deep inhale, long exhale) Now I am really ready. How about you?

[Norma] No ...but I'm willing to answer. You want to start?

[Lizzie] Sure. (Long pause) Like we said in the past, me and daddy had a real rough relationship. I started rebelling at an early age.

[Norma] We're talking 'throw over the regime' type of rebellion..

[Lizzie] (Genuine laugh) That's a good one, Norma. But even after I went 'full brooding Goth', there were still the occasional fun times.

[Norma] Usually during vacations, when he was away from work, expectations and shareholders. Then he went full 'Vacation dad mode'.

[Lizzie] Which often meant him trying to barbecue ...and failing.

[Norma] He always tried again. Never got it right.

[Lizzie] (Laughs) you could play hockey with his charred hamburgers. (Laughs again) I think we actually did.

[Norma] We did! (Laughs)

[Lizzie] (giggles, wipes away tear) But things really turned for the better after his heart attack. Kinda weird to say.

[Norma] Dad called us every evening from the moment he was allowed to operate a phone again. Was really curious about ...everything. To the point we got annoyed with it.

[Lizzie] That was the moment we really got the really stereotypical teenage daughter-dad relationship. (Chuckles) He got really a bit 'try-hard supportive ally' with our relationships. You should've seen him light up when I told him about Norma's kiss with Frazie.

[Norma] This was the 'bet kiss', before Frazie and I got together.

[Lizzie] Oh, he knew you two were gonna end up together. (Pause) I never told you, did I?

[Norma] What?

[Lizzie] After you and Frazie left for your date...that evening....

[Norma] The evening he died ....

[Lizzie] Yeah ...(Inhale, deep exhale) After you left, he turned to me and said "Those two are meant to be. You see it in the way they look at each other. Those stars in their eyes that yearn to shine together."

[Norma] Wow ...seems you got your poetic side from him.

[Lizzie] Heh, that's what I said. ... (Long, long pause) Norma, I think I ...

[Norma] Yeah, ...I know...time to end this, I think. To conclude ...despite the rough relationship between us that preceded his death, there were a lot of good times as well. ...and we'll miss not having any of those ever again.

[Lizzie] (Mumbling) F***, I think I'm gonna cry.

[Norma] (Pulls her sister into a hug) Go ahead.

[Lizzie] (Deep sniff) (Exhales) No, I'm good. I'm good. (Pats Norma on her back.) You go and help the others with setting up things for the movie night. I'll finish things up here and ...be right over. Need to call someone...

[Norma] Okay...

(Norma leaves the room, after giving her sister one last sympathetic look. Lizzie takes out her phone)

[Lizzie] C'mon, pick up, Babe... .... .... Hey, Millie ...yeah, I'm fine, just had a hard ask to answer, you know ... yeah, about dad ...I'm fine ....I didn not ... maybe a little ...Anyway, we're having movie night. You wanna come over? Pooter's little siblings are going to be there, and I think you never met them before. ...(Pause) (Chuckles) Yeah, they're cute. ... (Chuckles) Oh, I think they're gonna like you just fine. ...Okay, see you in a bit. ... bye ...love you too, Millie. ...No, you hang up....No, you ha- you really wanna do this cliché? ...hello? She hung up on me.

(Lizzie chuckles and puts her phone away. She stretches, mumbling some things. She pulls her pone out again.)

[Lizzie] (Goes to her photo gallery and starts swiping through them. She stops at a picture the had taken that summer. Her having an arm around her father's neck, both of them having the identical grin.) (She smiles softly) Miss you, daddy. Me and Norma will be fine, and we'll look after mom. (Kisses the photo) ...bye. (Puts phone away)

(Knocking on the door) (Raz peeks inside)

[Raz] Lizzie, you okay? Norma told me about the ask ...

[Lizzie] Hey Pooter. I'm f- ...no, I'm not fine. (Gestures for Raz to get inside) I need a hug, if you don't mind.

[Raz] (Runs up to her and throws himself against her) I never mind giving my big sister a hug. I just finished a long hug with Norma, and I'll happily give you the same treatment.

[Lizzie] (Wraps her arms around Raz, hugging him tightly) I swear Raz, if it weren't for you ...(Kisses the top of his head) I love you, little brother.

[Raz] (Chuckles) Também te amo, irmã.

[Lizzie] Anyway, ...(Ruffles Raz's hair, chuckling at his protests) Enough being mushy. Millie's coming over, and like to have everything ready by then. Let's see what movie we're gonna watch tonight.

[Raz] Lets pick a comedy.

[Lizzie] Yeah, I could use a good laugh tonight. We all do, I think.

#I like getting these asks where I can write an entire story like this you know #makes me think of when I started out this blog #I teared up a bit there and I hope you did too #psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #razputin vodello au #razputin vodello #lizzie natividad #norma natividad #frazie aquato

[negotiaetor]

It’s  not  the  worse  pain  he’s  felt,  but  it’s  still  agonizing.  Fire  is  unforgiving,  and  some  part  of  him  knows  that  it’s  only  an  echo  of  the  pain  his  former  padawan  felt  as  he  lay  upon  black  glass  sand  and  was  consumed.  He  thinks  of  that,  the  thought  loud  and  persistent,  even  more  than  the  burns  on  his  flesh,  the  melted  cloth  against  skin,  the  way  the  heat  had  licked  at  the  entire  length  of  him,  his  arms,  his  legs,  his  face.  And  then  nothing.

Blissful  surrender  to  the  dark,  ushered  in  quickly  enough  that  he’s  not  entirely  sure  his  vision  of  Tala  above  him  is  real.  The  pain  isn’t  what  wakes  him.  It’s  the  phantom  smell  of  smoke  and  charred  flesh  and  when  he  opens  his  eyes,  it’s  unfamiliar.  He  groans  softly,  his  eyes  adjusting  to  the  low  light  of  the  room.  Ambient,  almost.  For  his  comfort.  But  he’s  not  in  a  hospital.  Nothing  so  luxurious.  A  drip  is  attached  to  him,  and  he  is  too  fuzzy  to  be  alarmed.  Pain  killers.  That  explains  the  acrid  taste  at  the  back  of  his  throat.  Something  beeps,  some  monitor  on  his  chest,  and  he’s  covered  in  bandages.  A  few  bacta  patches,  if  he’s  correct.  

“Erm,”  He  begins,  his  throat  scratchy.  He  tries  again,  louder  now.  “Hello?”  

The  door  slides  open  almost  immediately  and  standing  there  is  a  ghost.  It  can’t  be.  He’d  watched  her  die.  He’d  handed  her  body  to  those  entrusted  with  her  funeral.  He’d  seen  her,  ten  years  ago,  fade  from  life  before  his  very  eyes  and  yet,  it  can  be  no  one  else.  Framed  and  backlit  by  cool  white  light,  she  is  an  angel.  “Padmé?”  He  rasps,  his  voice  incredulous,  his  discomfort  immediately  forgotten.  He  moves  to  stand,  stumbling  to  a  half  standing  position,  using  the  bed  to  steady  himself,  whatever  sedative  he'd  been  under  lingering  still.  

starter for @motherliberty

#motherliberty

[dragonsandbottlecaps]

(Fallout 3, PC screenshot)

#game: fo3 #char: tala #fallout 3 scenery

[urduquotesblog]

5000+ Best Urdu Quotes for Instagram

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“Kamyab log dusron se mohtalif nahin hote Magar unke sochne ka andaaz mohtalif hota hai” کامیاب لوگ دوسروں سے مختلف نہیں ہوتے مگر ان کے سوچنے کا انداز مختلف ہوتا ہے by Jamil Nihal

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“Un logon ke liye Kamyab bane Jo aapko nakam dekhna chahte hain” ان لوگوں کے لیے کامیاب بنیں جو اپ کو ناکام دیکھنا چاہتے ہیں by Jamil Nihal

“Allah tala ki raza se ziyada Koi cheez kimati nahin” اللہ تعالی کی رضا سے زیادہ کوئی چیز قیمتی نہیں by Jamil Nihal

“Allah ki rah mein neki ka rasta chuno Allah tumhare sath hai” اللہ کی راہ میں نیکی کا راستہ چنو اللہ تمہارے ساتھ ہے by Jamil Nihal

"Ki Muhammad se wafa tune to hum tere hain Yeh jahan cheez hai kya loho kalam tere hain" کی محمدﷺ سے وفا تو نے تو ہم تیرے ہیں یہ جہاں چیز ہے کیا لوح و قلم تیرے ہیں by Jamil Nihal

“ilam hasil karo kyun k ilam iman ka rasta hai” علم حاصل کرو کیونکہ علم ایمان کا راستہ ہے by Jamil Nihal

“Sadka dene se tumhari mali Duriyan dur ho sakti hain” صدقہ دینے سے تمہاری مالی دوریاں دور ہو سکتی ہیں by Jamil Nihal

“Sabar se bada koi dost nahin Aur na hi koi tajurba” صبر سے بڑا کوئی دوست نہیں اور نہ ہی کوئی تجربہ by Jamil Nihal

“Uske vade agar sacche hote To aaj hamare judva bacche hote” اس کے وعدے اگر سچے ہوتے تو آج ہمارے جڑواں بچے ہوتے by Jamil Nihal

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“Tum bhi kunware ham bhi kunware Fite munh tumhare fite munh hamare” تم بھی کنوارے ہم بھی کنوارے فٹے منہ تمہارے فٹے منہ ہمارے by Jamil Nihal

“Koi bhi kam itna perfect na karen ke bad mein wo aapki duty ban jaaye Zaati tajurba” کوئی بھی کام اتنا پرفیکٹ نہ کریں کہ بعد میں وہ آپ کی ڈیوٹی بن جائے۔۔۔ ذاتی تجربہ by Jamil Nihal

“Shakal acchi ho to aadhe dukh Aaina dekh kar hi khatm ho jaate hain” شکل اچھی ہو تو آدھے دکھ آئینہ دیکھ کر ہی ختم ہو جاتے ہیں by Jamil Nihal

“Jab yakin tutata hai to sab se Pahle zuban khamosh ho jati hai” جب یقین ٹوٹتا ہے تو سب سے پہلے زبان خاموش ہو جاتی ہے by Jamil Nihal

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“Kaynat ki sabse mahangi chez ehsas hai Jo duniya ke har insan ke pass nahin hoti” کائنات کی سب سے مہنگی چیز “احساس” ہے جو دنیا کے ہر انسان کے پاس نہیں ہوتی۔۔۔ by Jamil Nihal

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Har mushkil aasan hoti hai Zinda jab tak maa hoti hai” ہر مشکل آسان ہوتی ہے زندہ جب تک ماں ہوتی ہے by Jamil Nihal

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[444names]

middle quenya and imperial names from tes

Abellinius Adannus Ador Ahenus Aingue Albator Albuilocus Albutus Alea Alebo Alianus Allia Amarus Amax Ambonwer Ambrio Amius Anarius Ancrente Andac Andiane Andiden Andius Andothel Ankar Annatson Annus Anus Appioved Appuls Apro Arily Arius Arrus Arvia Arya Ashilus Asico Asivia Atius Atta Atter Attia Averath Avitana Baenus Barristia Basarind Beatus Bela Benia Bereastes Betus Bine Bino Blone Blonift Blowetar Bolia Booro Borgilus Bory Bree Bregonnus Broge Bronias Bronsh Bruil Brus Bylorte Caentius Calantus Calars Calin Calmo Calris Cambe Camirius Caniendia Card Caspria Cassalia Caterína Caudius Cecaurelus Celecus Celenias Cellus Cere Char Cheonulida Cicurong Cite Clork Clotel Cocyon Colia Cona Conetats Congori Conish Contius Conus Coptio Corim Corinelius Cortia Cula Curkilus Curon Cyris Dagges Dagon Dayn Decerr Deci Delianus Diiry Domia Doron Draeven Dreldone Drus Drustelin Dublessid Ealianical Easlaeius Edde Eldaro Elene Elianus Elof Elwynor Elériales Emandia Emaxed Endow Enesa Engasa Ennantus Entiant Ereia Erin Erius Erus Essimus Etius Etyarius Faidyea Fairrius Faius Falardius Falester Falinwe Fambar Fambell Faritusend Faulinteia Faus Ferierixed Filis Finwerned Flatifion Floder Florow Folly Fora Fouriulch Fria Frugius Fulpelius Gabitius Galemmend Garminus Gemanto Gemilo Gena Genaten Ghtisana Gidicised Gius Gnor Golca Grella Hamia Hananius Haticius Hays Heavis Held Helessina Heliely Hellia Heont Hermina Hilmardix Hire Histiust Hodessa Humben Idandius Igna Ignus Ilus Ilvia Ilúre Imprien Ingentanus Ingwa Iniant Inierrax Ininus Iscedraned Isinds Iuniusse Jaracton Jemainia Jiravere Jucus Julinus Jurinwe Juvius Kalarland Karkalatro Killinus Korius Kulus Kúmerock Ladda Laent Laentius Laes Lafortus Laitara Lande Lanivianus Lara Laurris Laustrio Lavena Lavro Leiandaman Lenesia Lenus Leopian Lici Lingo Lingwe Lius Logahm Lose Lucurius Lulus Lundius Lurgre Lóratus Lóre Mackna Mactil Malebo Malorgus Maraheama Marientar Markiris Martumnar Mata Melius Meniterius Mersticlo Mesorqent Metar Metius Mevus Monithe Moudend Muna Murius Nama Nantus Nanuses Nera Newa Nianus Nicesselen Nighty Ninel Nirius Nungus Númekese Númentius Núminus Obleme Octa Octus Odilland Onde Ontas Pannus Pari Pautil Pelia Pelus Pene Pernóme Perus Phirina Phitus Phore Pisius Pitus Plandius Plecinus Plentulus Plor Poen Pons Prassius Priella Prinus Prius Pullus Pundenius Qenius Qenus Quen Queris Rama Redon Relle Reno Rianus Riel Riena Rogaher Rogel Roges Rosla Rudia Rudus Róme Saberio Sadras Saftre Sard Screyn Secasseius Selon Send Sepas Sepithed Seru Sever Shedus Shomor Shonelpia Sibarta Sigius Silian Sillos Silóla Sinus Sirina Skyratius Soldiffan Sopis Strinia Suming Sure Surt Taheridia Tala Tasidiccan Telacase Tellius Telus Teraestia Terd Tere Terrion Thanta Thap Thrius Tienge Tira Tird Tirigdius Tonod Tonter Tora Torlius Toune Towe Tran Tranarius Triusicia Tucius Tuctus Tulenictar Tumno Twil Twolch Túroth Unch Unius Valaeptios Valas Valivius Vallia Vals Valtia Valóna Vandorinya Varja Vars Vastia Velia Verdie Vessaravia Vexus Viceius Viconus Vidia Vintionta Viraton Visse Vlag Vodil Voirufinus Vopictio Vulius Vyrende Vyrey Westaʒnari Whoridiloy Wilina Wilite Winan Winus Yearina Yárassil Zelia Zendus Íriliantia Írius

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[neoswift]

the stans fighting hahaha tuwang-tuwa na siguro talahyuck at ang barkada 😂 ang talas naman nung pandinig nung iba sa bumbum!! naol pinakapakinggan CHAR.

laman lagi mg gc nila screenshots ng pag aaway ng stans HAHSUAHHSHAHA pakinggan kita beh ano ba us2 mo sabihin 🎤🎤🎤🎤 HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA

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[chilltouch]

mults of 7 if i havent sent yet!

7. is the fastest?

Answered this one! My kalashtar kensei monk Ishtar (they/them)

14. lies the most?

Hmmm, this might be a tie for either Ignatius or Iris if Iris was younger. So current OSW liar is Ignatius.

Counting my non-OSW/past characters, I think Adam (he/they), Ritalin (he/she/they), 'Lucky Chance' (he/she/they), Grove (they/any), Tala (she/her), Val/Bedlam (he/she/xe/ae), 3-G0/Danielle (ze/zem/zeir), Hiss/Etheria (she/her) All lie, however, most of their lies is a consistent one about either hiding their identity and/or regularly faking an identity to evade uhhh usually the government tbh. the one consistent character trait here is that they all commit crime,

But Grove commits to lies the Most bc they have a Range of fake identities, so Grove wins this one

Grove also has a secret fian- (I am shot)

21. is the best cook?

listen, not a single one of my current characters, ncu or not, can cook well. however, my Past characters Praden (he/him) and Pandora (they/them) Have survived with just ingredients from nature and Know plants is the thing,

28. is the most competitive?

S-POR is, really really competitive. However in this party full of jocks, as a full ass druid, do You think they are winning here,

35. is the funniest?

S-POR again. They play up their snarky deadpan monotone voice for Laughs and/or pull their littol pranks, and it's Just for them and the one person in the room who Gets It

There are some who come as a close second, but it's more like their situation/vibe is funny rather than them deliberately being funny

42. is the worst leader?

hm, there's a list but for OSW characters it would be yuyu, younger Iris, and Maybe Ves but I haven't Thought too far with ves.

Current non-NCU characters are like the past version of S-POR (they did some character development), past life!S-POR, LUC-A (😔), Torne, and Maybe Val/Bedlam Now since he got trauma,

Ishtar (they/them) is the only one of my past characters that would suck as leader

49. is or was your favorite to roleplay?

S-POR remains to be my top fav to play, Mycena has their moments, but LUC-A really shot up to the top recently in text-rp, you go girlxe

Torne is a fun honorable mention, the second I yelped ooc and claimed it was actually in-character is when I cemented his character really

Praden was super fun to play, utterly heartbreaking to be in his head at times but fun

yuyu feels like xe is gonna be fun to play, honestly excited to do a deep dive into xeir character bc I haven't Found it yet,

Ignatius is also really fun to play bc of how quickly I can go into impromptu rp fun flirty bestie mode with the other player who is my bff in that game. Torne is like the platonic ideal (emphasis on platonic) of Ignatius but also, they are a good person,

Bedlam hits a similar line to Ignatius but is not necessarily evil and I also lowkey started having less fun when she gained xeir first trauma bc I started to worry if I'm not playing to it enough 😔✊

Onyx Sicat/Gloomtide in my Glitterhearts Christmas-based oneshot was super fun to play. Fully a Cody Walsh but a less shitty person, and Also A Teen. Nash Sornk was also fun to play, fully incomprehensible in any other ttrpg system I think

For the short time I played her, Rhodonite (she/her) was fun to play. Knew what she wanted (her fucking mountain back from the miners) and went outside for the first time on an island so far from her homeland to get someone to buy it back. girlboss

Pandora was fun to play bc I could do knife bird bits, but I feel neutral abt rping them, same with Adam

#ask meme #ty for the questions!! #the length it took for me to remember my times tables for 7.... dasondad #char: rhodonite #so it turns out ive been mispelling rhodonite's name the entire time (sertaline into setraline core of me) #good thing i have barely if ever talked about her #for the last question godsend the ttrpg system deserves a special mention #bc the characters i made are cool and all #but it's basically free god drama while you do the action and build a map as a demigod #and the difference in rp was V fun #a lot of the fun i had was the ooc bits where us the players lowkey bickered abt the events that happened in our pantheon #and me repeatedly saying to my parent You killed me YOU did that #char: ignatius #char: iris #char: adam #char: ritalin #char: chance #char: val #char: tala #char: 3 G0 #char: etheria #char: grove #char: praden #char: pandora #char: LUC A #char: torne #char: Mayuyu #char: onyx #char: sornk #frogndtoad