#nar-dos the missing person

[xiyade]

Nar-Dos “The missing person/ Անհետ կորածը” (1920)

my translation of this story in english part 1 

The young woman had just returned from a walk with her child and the nanny. She was changing her clothes to set the table before her husband and son would come home, when the maid came and told her there was a man waiting to see her.

“Who is it?” she asked intrigued.

“I don’t know.”

“And he wants so see me?”

“Yes.”

“Not my husband?”

“No, just you.”

“And?”

“I told him it’s dinner time and we don’t receive guests at this hour. He didn’t leave saying he had an urgent business.”

The young woman went up to the big windows facing the street, stood on her tiptoes and tried to look down through the glass, but she could only see the brim of a gray hat.

“Fine, bring him in, I’ll greet him,” she said to the maid.

The maid went out of the room.

The young woman once again buttoned up the brown silk blouse and approached the mirror. She powdered her slightly sweaty face and neck, fixed her hair and headed towards the living room.

As soon as she went in, she froze. At first she wanted to scream and run away controlled by a wild emotion, but then her surprise and interest were so big that she just stood still staring without blinking.

Across the main door, under the rays of sunshine coming from the big windows was the guest. He was a young man of around 30-35, tall, with a worn, sun-kissed face, in a soldier's gray long-coat, without shoulder straps, with a faded officer's hat stuck to his forehead like a navel. He had only one leg left. Under his long-coat only one leg was visible in a worn and dirty boot. He had a crutch under his arm to help him walk.  

As his right arm was holding the crutch, he used his left hand to take off his hat, nodded silently as a greeting and didn’t move from his spot as if scared the woman would react in any way: would scream, would run away, would call for help, since that much was visible from her face. He couldn’t expect anything else from the unusual and surprising reunion.

The young woman was frozen in her place overtaken with immeasurable surprise and interest. She couldn’t take her eyes away from those big deep black eyes. They were so familiar, so dear, so lovable in the recent past and only thanks to them she could recognize him.

“Aram,” she whispered half-terrified half-suspicious.

“Yes, it’s me, Flora,” he replied quietly.

He leaned forward and looked at her with all the love and longing he could master.

That voice… There was no hesitation; that was really him. The young woman’s surprise and interest suddenly turned into bone-chilling fear, the type only those who face an unescapable terror know. The reality of the situation hit her currently numb brain like lightning and shook her to her very core. For a moment her vision blackened, her heart started to pound and she felt dizzy. She would have fallen down if she hadn’t sat down on the chair next to her.

The visitor, hopping with his one foot and rattling his wooden stick on the floor, hurried up to her and called out in fright.

“Flora…”

The young woman, who had turned pale, closed her eyes, lowered her head on her knees and put her arms around her head as if protecting herself from an expected blow.  

But the guest ever so gently took one of those well-kept, white, smooth, adorned with gold rings hands in his left hand, brought it closer to his lips and said in a soothing, affectionate voice:

“Don’t be scared, Flora. It isn’t revenge that brought me to you, but longing, which has tortured me for so long in my distant solitude. I completely understand you and fully support your decision. The dead don’t come back, but if they could by some miracle, I presume they would evoke as much fear as the amount of tears spilled for them. Raise your head, let me look into your eyes. I came all the way here to see you, didn’t I? To see you and… you and my son.”

His voice was shaking and his eyes were full of tears.

#I'm back babyyyyy #so once again it's barely edited so if you see any glaring mistakes ignore them or tell me to fix it #tbh didn't know he lived long enough to be around ww1 #i always imagine nar-dos as a 19th century writer #which he is but you get my drift #this story is a few pages so i might need 5 parts for it too #read nar-dos kids #he respects women and hates violence what a man #nar-dos #nar-dos the missing person #armenian literature #armenian story #ww1

[goldenhypen]

; ⎯ imy .

synopsis. jungwon misses you. lucky for him, you’re here for a little surprise.

pairing. jungwon x reader ⋅ genres. fluff ⋅ wc. 0.6k ⋅ warnings. lots of kissing at the end-

prompts 3. traveling long distances just to see them ; 49. giving them a tight hug that makes them lose their breath ⋅ requested ⋅ dark blood event

“i miss you,” jungwon sadly voiced through the phone.

you had gone on a small trip with your friends for a few days, and the absence of your presence was taking a bigger toll on jungwon than he had expected. but he did his best to convince himself that he only had two more days to survive without you, which would pass in no time, and before he would know it, you’d be back in his arms.

literally, before he would know it, because little did he know, you were planning on coming back a day early to surprise him.

so with a final goodbye for the night and a quick exchange of ‘i love you’s, you hung up the phone, and got into bed excitedly anticipating the next day when you’d get to see him again, because even though you didn’t show it as much as he did, you missed him more than you could possibly imagine.

as you laid in bed, you pictured how he would react when he’d see you for the first time in a week, the smile that would light up his face at the sight of you, the pure joy that would radiate from him… you couldn’t wait.

eventually, you opened your eyes, and it was already the next morning. you were surprised you were even able to fall asleep last night, considering all of the overwhelming exhilarating feelings inside of you. but you got up quickly, ready to start the day and to see your boyfriend again as soon as possible.

and many hours and pit stops later, there you were, standing in front of jungwon’s door.

you took a deep breath in, and let it out with a smile on your face. you knocked.

you could imagine the confused look washing over jungwon’s features, likely wondering who would be here at this hour, but before you could think about what would come next, the sound of the door unlocking snapped you back to reality.

the door swung open, and there stood your boyfriend, rubbing his eyes awake from what you assumed was a nap.

you stood there waiting for him to actually glance at the person outside his door, and when he finally looked up, his eyes widened to the size of golf balls.

“what!” he exclaimed as he brought you in for the tightest, warmest hug, it literally took your breath away. “what are you doing here?! wait what time is it—what day is it? did i miss picking you up from the airport?!”

with panic filling his voice, you pulled away, “first of all, hi, it’s nice to see you too. and second of all, don’t worry, it’s 6 pm and still friday. i came back early!”

“what, why?!”

“nice surprise?” you asked with a smile as you peered at him.

“of course,” he sighed happily.

you pulled him back into an embrace, but that didn’t last for long as he quickly pulled away. and not even allowing you time to be confused, his hands travelled to the sides of your face before immediately and roughly pressed his lips to yours in a kiss that screamed ‘you were gone for too long.’

melting into his touch, your hands subconsciously wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss as your lips moved in sync and perfectly moulded against each other.

breathless, he pulled away just slightly, eyes on your lips.

“i missed you so much.”

a/n. dk bout y’all but omg reunion fics make me soft :’>

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[mylifeisactuallyamess]

Nar Cyar’ika

Crosshair x Jedi!Reader

A/N: Thanks you so much to @starrylothcat and @a-single-tulip for going over this for me!

Prompts given: Telling someone you love them while you think they’re asleep and tentative kisses in the dark.

Warnings: 18+, unprotected p in v (wrap it up irl), Crosshair being Crosshair, canon battles, violence, clone deaths 😭, if I’ve missed anything please @ me.

Word Count: 6.8k+

Tagging: @techs-feral-wife

“General! Look out!”

Upon hearing the warning, you automatically threw your hands up as the debris littered the ground around you. Casting the force shield as wide as you could to cover your troops, but still, the finer dirt rained down. The hiss of it was accompanied but the smell of burnt alloy, broken droids, and the freshness of the gauged earth.

“Captain?!” You called, choking on the fuel heavy air.

“All in one piece,” He responded wearily. He was feeling a little grim and tired but he was still there unharmed, as were the rest of the clones that held the line. A whole month you’d been out here. Fighting back droids in an endless barrage, constant casualties as men dropped around you, something you took personally.

Too many nights had been spent holding a dying man’s hand, trying to ease his passing and take away the pain of his wounds. You knew the name of every single one, taking a piece of their armour for their brothers, because that was all you were allowed. Your ship wasn’t built to carry home dead troopers, only the ones still breathing.

“Incoming!” A trooper’s yell alerted you to act. It was instinctive, reaching out with the force, directing the missile off to the side of your positions, and exploding in a shower of wood and earth. The trees groaned, crashing to the ground and taking out some advancing clankers under the thick trunks; starting a chain reaction of more explosions that beat the air around you.

“ETA on our reinforcements?” You had requested help, a few extra platoons would tip the scales in your favour and you hoped they were arriving in the next few minutes. You hefted your DC-17m and began to shoot some droids, the repeat blasts kicking back into your armour as you swept some bolts along the Separatist front line, picking your targets through the trees and hitting the mark every time.

Captain Wilco was shooting beside you, his helmet nodded and you knew he was talking on the internal com. It was frustrating that as a Jedi you didn’t have a helmet and only a com on your wrist. That was no good while you were shooting.

“ETA 2 minutes, General,” he relayed steadily.

“Do we know how many?” He hesitated at the question and you felt his faint emotion change through the force.

“Make me happy, Captain,” You ordered as you took out another B1 droid.

“Just a single Commando Squad…”

“Beexes! Heading straight for your position, General!” The warning came through the comlink this time and you lowered your blaster, hiding behind a wide tree trunk as Wilco slammed in beside you, blasters upright and pointing at the sky as he took a second to breathe. The swift thunk of bolts sounded loud, shedding some splinters of wood near your shoulder. You hated these droids.

“Hold this,” You said, holding out the deecee.

“Is it time to show off?” He asked, twirling his blasters and shoving them in their holsters before taking your blaster.

“Yeah, it’s time to show off.” Drawing your twin blades free was always an exhilarating moment. The yellow-green cast of the plasma was a beacon to your troops. When the lights were lit, it meant their General was getting personal with the clankers.

You could feel the fresh prick of adrenaline, spinning away from your cover and stabbing the first droid under the chin. The alloy melted, no match against your lightsaber and your nose wrinkled at this smell of ruined circuits.

Shedding the dead weight you bounced some bolts away, noticing three more heading straight for you. Three. You were tired, your shoulder ached and your entire body was being pushed to its limit but you soldiered on. Wilco fired from the cover you provided but they barely slowed the droids down.

Any second…any second. You could sense them, the squad that had been sent to help hold your position and now you knew why they had only sent one. At first, you’d expected Omega, maybe even Delta if they were ordered hard enough…no. They’d sent the squad you would take above all others.

You flowed through the motions, relying on the force to tell you what was headed your way a few seconds before it actually happened. A bolt aimed at your shoulder penetrating your armour, another coming to pierce your side. Your blades swung, reflecting the bolts away not having the time to direct them. The droids crossed paths, their legs easily picking over the uneven terrain as they jogged. Bringing your blades in an X, you clashed them together before wrenching them apart and pushing with the force.

To your annoyance they contorted, refusing to fall over and you felt a flash of anger. Spinning around you concentrated, letting go of your left saber to guide it in an arc slicing off the head of a droid.

Two down, two to go.

Now they were upon you, one constantly on the move as it shot at you while the other pulled a vibrosword from literally nowhere. Going toe to toe with a BX droid was not on your to-do list today, let alone four of them. It met you swing for swing, with the added distraction of the other one shooting at you, this really wasn’t a fair fight.

An explosion that made the earth roll beneath your feet caught you completely off-guard, and you stumbled. The tremor rocked through your body, jolting your sabers from your grip and the droid saw its chance. It lunged to grab you by the throat, lifting you as you clawed at the metal arm that had you in a vice-like grip.

“General!” You closed your eyes at the sound of Wilco’s desperate yell.

No, please no! Your mind was frantic and you did the only thing you could think of. Throwing your hand out, you pushed Wilco back. You didn’t need him coming to your recuse and getting himself killed. He was swept off his feet, landing heavily on his back. Your legs were kicking, trying not to succumb to the panic, but you couldn’t stop it. You weren’t a born soldier, all your years at the temple could not have prepared you for this side of war. You were a peacekeeper. That’s what they’d told you anyway.

You began to gasp, reaching into the force to try and find the strength to ease this droid’s grip but your concentration was slipping. Your body was failing and so was your mind as your lungs burned for some air.

“Oh, no you don’t.” Light flared across your blurred vision, the sound of your lightsaber cut through the fog in your mind and you felt yourself fall to the ground. Dragging the tainted air into your lungs you were finally able to take a breath. Hands grabbed you, hauling you to some cover and you were able to see who your saviour was.

Captain Wilco was shooting with your repeat blaster around the side of the tree, his shots sporadic to indicate fewer targets were in his line of sight. It was the other soldier that interested you right now, his black and red helmet thrown into stark relief in the light of your saber.

The light side of his helmet was a complete dichotomy to the dark tattoo that marked the same side of his face. He now cocked it as he peered at you from behind the wide visor. “You’ll be needing these.” He remarked, retracting the blade before depositing them firmly in your grip. Hunter yanked his knife free of his vambrace, staying in a crouched position, and peered around the tree. “Crosshair...” you heard him murmur through his vocoder and you knew he was talking via the comlink.

“The clankers are regrouping.” You smiled at the bite in the sniper’s voice. You couldn’t see him but you could feel him high up the side of the hill, his presence was always loud to you through the force. Even across the distance that had been between you the last five months, you’d always been able to reach out to him.

“Are you all right, General?” Wilco had that smooth tone to his voice, the one that told you he had shut down all his feelings and was reacting purely on instinct right now. This man was going through the motions.

“Fine. I’ll be sporting a new collar of bruises though. Now I know what Captain Rex was moaning about.”

“Orders?” Crosshair’s voice slithered through the com channel and Hunter turned to look at you as he waited.

“This is your party, Sarge. Go, do what you do.”

“You heard the General, boys. Let’s finish this.” Hunter melted away, prompting you to get up.

“Captain,” Wilco was by your side, letting you lean on him as your legs shook. “Let’s watch the show.”

“Not a single clanker left,” Wrecker announced loudly as they walked through the carnage to your position. Your robes were singed, and the armour you wore over the top was carbon scoured and would need a good clean. Your throat was still sore every time you swallowed but you wouldn’t let the medics near you. There were far worse injuries littering the field.

“I’m glad you boys decided to make it.”

“Sorry,” Hunter replied, pulling his helmet off and giving you a cocky smile. “Had to stop and ask some clankers for directions.”

“And there I was thinking we were making enough noise.” As you spoke your gaze drifted over the Sergeant’s shoulder to fix on the figure that was striding to join his squad. He was tall, his long legs picking their way easily over the droid shrapnel; the firepuncher pointing at the ground but held in a way you knew it could lift and take out a droid in less than a second.

“Your position was easy enough to triangulate. Plus, we sourced the coordinates directly from your ship when we answered the call.” Tech had his nose in his datapad, no doubt keeping an eye on the com chatter so he was alerted to any change in the GAR.

“What’s next?” Hunter asked.

“General.” You turned to face Wilco, he was holding a holodisk in his hand, depicting an image of your Admiral who was currently in orbit over the planet you stood on.

“Orders from Coruscant?” You queried and he nodded.

“We have been told to return immediately. The Fearless is coming to relieve us.”

“We do all the hard graft and then someone else sweeps in and just holds it for us.” Shaking your head you tried not to be tempted by the anger that loomed. You knew why they did it, you created results. The 71st made waves, they got things done and you all were a formidable force against the droids. “Say, you boys fancy some RnR? It’s been a while since we caught up.” You could feel Crosshair scrutinising you from under his helmet, you felt the jolt that your suggestion gave him except it wasn’t his decision.

Hunter cast his eye over the squad but it was Wrecker that answered. “Aw, yeah! Been a while since we had some decent food.”

“Plenty of that up top. What do you say?” Your offer hung in the air for a moment as they all exchanged glances with Hunter.

“Yeah, why not,” Hunter said slowly.

“Saves on fuel,” added Tech.

“Captain, contact the ship and let them know Clone Force 99 is going to dock with us. They’re going to need supplies and fuel if we can spare it.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He turned away to the sound of the lartys as they landed.

“I need to accompany the wounded. See you on the flight deck.” Hunter gave you a salute, briefly touching his bandana and flicking his fingers away, but your gaze was settled on the sniper. He backed away, his attention clearly on you and it took all your concentration not to physically reach out to him.

So you used the force instead, stretching over the few metres that separated you, frustrated that he was so close and still so far away. A frown tugged on your brow when you felt he was…angry. It created heated spots in the force around him and he suddenly turned away, spinning abruptly and stalking after his squad mates.

Walking in the opposite direction you distracted yourself as you did after every battle, by concentrating on your clones.

You hated the aftermath. The way their adrenaline trickled away just left exhaustion and pain. The air in the gunship reeked of blood, dirt, sweat, and men. You were used to it, aware that you didn’t smell any better yourself. The whole battalion had been planetside for five days this round and they deserved a well-earned rest.

“Jumper…” you crouched beside a clone who was slumped in a brother's lap, barely able to hold his head up. There was a mark on his white chest plate, the red cross of no treatment, and tears sprang to your eyes.

“General,” He wheezed.

“Hang on soldier, we’re going home.” You took his hand and concentrated. Nothing you could do would stop the inevitable, all that was left was to ease his pain. “You fought bravely today,” you murmured. He sighed loudly and you hitched up a smile. “The meds working?”

“Yeah. Thanks, General…” You had no idea if he knew what you’d done or not. By the time you’d stood up and moved to the next soldier, he had taken his last breath.

You waited on the flight deck, supervising all the wounded being taken, giving a comforting word to the exhausted ones left behind. You were hurting, trying to keep your brave mask on until you could fall apart in your quarters. Attachment rules be damned, how could you not feel the ache with each life that was lost? When you personally felt their passing through the force and the void they left behind?

“Ship docking!” The Marauder glided effortlessly onto the flight deck, turning so tightly, it made some of the troopers watching hold their breaths but you’d seen Tech pilot this beauty before.

“Get a fuel line ready,” you ordered a clone and he jumped up to carry out the task.

The squad disembarked, casting uneasy glances around the matching faces that openly stared at them. You knew if any other Jedi had asked they would have refused the hospitality.

“Jet’ika! There she is!” Wrecker wasn’t one for protocol and acting appropriately and you didn’t care, letting the large clone pull you off the ground and into a bear hug that you so desperately needed.

“Wrecker, the regs are watching,” Tech murmured.

“What do I care?” He replied loudly and you grimaced as it echoed over the deck. “Wha’ you looking at?” He demanded from the nearest group.

“You’re embarrassing yourself, Wrecker.” Crosshair shoved past, his golden gaze avoiding yours. Something was up with him, maybe he was just pent up with frustration at not being able to greet you like Wrecker had. You wished he could, your entire body ached to be touched by him.

Five months was a long time.

“You boys hungry?” You asked when Wrecker finally put you down.

“I can guarantee one of us is,” Tech sighed as the big clone proclaimed he was starving again.

“No food fights this time,” You told Hunter, raising an eyebrow. “I had to do a lot of smooth-talking with the Admiral and Captain Wilco last time, not to mention the clean-up droid.”

“They’ll behave this time,” the Sergeant told you in a firm voice.

“Actually, I behaved last time,” Tech stated with a small frown on his face as they all followed you into the turbo lift.

“Only because you weren’t there,” Crosshair pointed out with an annoyed motion, pulling his toothpick out and flicking it at his brother.

Tech shrugged and barely flinched when the small stick bounced off his armour. “A minor detail.”

The doors opened and they stepped out, turning as one to face you. “Go relax, I need to get freshen up and then I’ll come and join you.” Hunter gave you a small nod of acknowledgement, Wrecker beamed, Tech gave you an absent wave and Crosshair didn’t even look at you. The door began to slide closed. Every fibre of your being wished Cross would look at you, so when his blazing, amber gaze finally locked with yours it felt like you’d been stunned, your breath stolen along with all the thoughts in your mind.

Five months was too long.

You went through the motions, raking your fingers through your hair and cleaning the grime of battle from your skin. Dirt and blood swilled away in the stream of water before the timer ran out and you sighed in the quiet space. It was never long enough but you understood the water had to be spread between an entire ship and everyone got the same amount of time in the shower.

You towelled yourself down and then wrapped up your body before stepping into your quarters. You had been so absorbed in what you were doing you didn’t expect someone to be standing by the door, leaning against the wall and you automatically threw your hands up.

“Jumpy,” He sneered.

“Well no one should be in here,” you snapped, still ashamed he’d managed to sneak up on you. Crosshair pushed away from the wall, uncrossing his arms to brush his fingertips against your grubby armour plates. You became acutely aware of how underdressed you were, clutching the towel tightly to your chest.

“You were reckless today.” With his words came a ripple of frustration, prickling at your senses and making you bristle in return.

“Isn’t that what we do on the battlefield?” Your answer made him scoff, dropping the armour with a clatter and looking up at the wall.

“You are not invincible,” he spoke with a sharp tone and his eyes held something hard and disclosed.

“I never said I was!” You gasped when he advanced on you, jabbing a finger into your bare shoulder, making you step back.

“I saw what you did!” He seethed in his icy voice. “For that…reg.” Drawing yourself up with as much dignity as you could muster while naked and only wrapped in a towel, you fixed a heavy glare on him.

“Captain Wilco is a fine soldier and I will not have you talk badly about any of my troopers.”

Crosshair straightened, crossing his arms as he regarded you with a displeased look on his face but that just wound you up more.

“Okay, you know what, Cross? I don’t have to listen to this. I have been down there for the past month watching men, your brothers, drop dead around me as they follow my orders.”

“They are not my brothers,” He spat, his gaze drifting away as though bored with the conversation. You sputtered angrily, the happy image of your long-awaited reunion was being replaced by this—anger and jealousy.

“No. You’ve never lost a brother, have you Crosshair?” Your voice had that hard edge you usually reserved for the Seps and you felt the briefest flash of doubt as it flickered through him before he squashed it.

“You are not one of them. No matter how hard you try.”

You laughed at his harsh statement but it held no joy.

“No? I may not have been pulled from a tank but I have no parents, I was holding a weapon that I knew how to use by the time I was 4 years old. I have seen as much, if not more death than your squad put together. Do you sense the moment a trooper passes? Do you feel it when they just…cease to be?”

His gaze flicked to your face, his eyes softening slightly when he saw the tears that sparkled in your eyes.

“I am not a clone, but they are a little pocket of family that I never had.” Turning away you grabbed your spare set of robes. “Now get out. That’s an order.”

The surge of anger from him was like a whip, making you flinch as he slammed a hand into the panel and shoved his way through the door before it had even fully opened. Your insides quivered as you tried to contain it all, but your shell was cracking, allowing the emotion of the last few weeks to finally show and you covered your face with shaking hands.

If only this wasn’t so hard.

“…and then, I picked him up by his neck.”

“What did Rex do?” Your eyes were wide as you nursed a cup of caf at the table with three members of the Bad Batch. Hunter was eyeing anyone that came too close, he was on edge here and you didn’t blame him. Your troops eyed them just as suspiciously. Tech was splicing some data he’d acquired from the Seps, you weren’t entirely sure and you didn’t have it in you to ask this time. Wrecker was doing a great job of distracting you from dwelling on the fact Crosshair wasn’t here. You could sense Hunter’s focus on you every now and again but you ignored it.

“The Cap couldn’t do much, but Crosshair took on that medic.”

“Kix?” You nudged Tech’s arm. “What did you do?”

“I asked Wrecker to put Jesse down. He didn’t listen.”

“Then I ruined all their fun,” Hunter said. “We can't afford to quarrel amongst ourselves. Crosshair needs that reminder more than most at the moment.”

“Where is he?” Tech looked up from his datapad. “Have you seen him?”

It was such a direct question and for a moment you panicked over what to say before shaking your head.

“He’s probably back at the ship.” Hunter pushed away his tray and went to stand up. Tech instantly followed but Wrecker moaned.

“Is it time to go already?”

“Not quite yet,” Hunter reassured him. “The General here is letting us go before they reach triple zero.”

Tech pushed his goggles up his nose as he looked at his brother. “I need to do some maintenance on the ship before we leave and I could us your assistance, Wrecker.”

“Take food with you,” You told the larger clone, pushing your own untouched tray in his direction.

“Bonus! Thanks, Jet’ika.” You grinned at the nickname. Wrecker had donned you with it the first time he saw you a couple of years ago. He followed Tech out of the food area, chomping happily on the extra food but your attention drifted to Hunter who paused.

“If you see him,” You said in a low voice.

“I’ll tell him.” This time you returned the salute and watched them all leave before making a move yourself.

You visited the medbay, checked on the injured clones, and had a chat with them as your ship sped through hyperspace. Keeping their spirits high was easier because they were heading for some leave. They certainly deserved it. Wandering the almost empty halls you debated heading to the bridge. Casting your senses you tried to get a feel for your ship. It lived and breathed like a living creature, the sheer amount of people in this flying city made it so. But one signature stood out. And he was back in your room.

You followed a familiar path, sensing his inner turmoil even as he slept, drawn towards it like a moth to a flame.

The first time you and Cross had given in, it gave you a thrill. Smoothing out the frustrated ripples in such a clone gave you a deluded sense of power. Not that you had any control over him, that wasn’t what you sought out, it was being needed by someone in a way you’d never been needed before.

You had life experience, more than most of your troops put together but it wasn’t something that was encouraged within the temple. You had seen, felt, and witnessed things that blew your mind. Love, you assumed, was a feeling reserved for civvies, not for Jedi. Compassion, a sense of caring was encouraged but love, raw passion. That was shut down.

And then you met Crosshair.

You had sensed his interest, the curiosity had been hard to ignore and he intrigued you just as much. It had taken you spending months with the Batch on a covert mission for the stoic clone to finally give in. And when it did, it opened your eyes to a feeling that encompassed you both completely. An all-consuming fire that burned whenever you were together.

Except this time. Because you had risked your life to save that of your Captain.

The door opened quietly and you slipped into the dark room. His armour was stacked up at the end of your bed and his breathing was even and steady telling you he was asleep. Crosshair was pressed up against the wall, a pillow of yours held close to his body and you felt a pang of guilt that you had spoken to him in such a way earlier. Sitting on the edge of the bed you sighed, plucking at your Jedi robes.

“This was not how I imagined my day going,” You whispered. This was a cheap move and you knew it, but if you told him now then maybe it would be easier to repeat when he was actually awake. “I’m breaking all the rules,” You confessed into the dark. “I feel like when I’m not with you I’m losing myself but when I am with you…I am not who I should be.” Biting your lower lip you stood up. “I love you, Crosshair. I’m aware I shouldn’t, I know that…but I can’t stop.” Glancing over your shoulder you saw he hadn’t moved, still curled around the pillow that smelled like you with his legs tucked up. “I hope I’m brave enough to say it to you when you’re awake.”

You debated going to find somewhere else to sleep, yet you knew this was the last time you’d probably see him for months and you couldn’t bring yourself to leave. Shedding your robes you carefully slipped in beside him and stared at the ceiling. He shifted and you froze. Crosshair uncoiled, rolling over to face you with the tiniest sigh.

“Look at me.” His was soft, whispering over your skin like the lightest of touches.

You obeyed, turning your face to catch his expression in the lights of hyperspace from the viewport in your room.

“Cross…” You stopped when he put a finger across your lips.

“It’s my turn.”

Your heart was pounding, you hadn’t paid attention to if he’d been awake or not, just assuming he was sleeping because of how even his breathing was. At least he was still here.

Crosshair’s eyes traced the way his finger trailed over your lips, rolling your bottom lip a little and your body responded instantly. He had so much to say, it crowded all inside him but he was never good at expressing how he felt with words and you saw his brow furrow. His fingers ghosted over your cheek, hooking around the curve of your neck and he dared to bring you closer. Your hand shot up to cover his, desperate to be close, to feel him everywhere at once.

Your eyes fluttered when his nose brushed yours, lips parting in a minute gasp when his breath pillowed against your cheeks. Maker help you, but you wanted him. You needed him right now and it coursed through you like the light of a supernova.

His lips were tentative, touches light as he gauged how you were responding to his hesitant advance. Both your mouths were open, neither of you wanting to break the delicate string that held you both suspended on this fine ledge. Anticipation swirled in your chest, it made each breath ache and your limbs tremble as the moment built to an almost perceptible hum in the force.

Your fingers tightened over his, giving him the permission he needed to close that gap between you both and sealing his mouth over yours.

The fall was glorious. Throwing you headlong into the taste of him as he crowded you against the bed. His body half covered you, pressing against your leg and letting you know he was there. A soft moan tumbled from your throat, succumbing to the sensations you had denied yourself for so long.

His mouth never stopped, burying his tongue deep into you and he manoeuvred over you completely, his arms on either side of your head as he swept his hands the sides of your face. Bringing your legs up he settled heavily between them, his body responding to the heat of yours as he rutted gently into you.

Your hips flexed, the friction against your clothed core was enough to make you moan again when you felt how hard he was through his blacks. His mouth left yours to trail wet kisses and nips along your jaw, making you arch into him, exposing your neck. He swept his tongue along your pulse point, pausing to lavish some attention on that place that made you shiver.

Your hands roamed up his muscular back, scraping your nails over the crop of short grey hairs, making him groan into your neck. You felt his lips draw back, the feel of his teeth pressing into your skin made you tense, only to surrender yourself to him completely.

He pulled down your vest top, letting out a warm breath that danced over your clavicle, making goosebumps erupt all over your body. He felt so good in your arms, his weight a comfort you realised you had missed as he slipped down. His hands were urgent, now rucking up your top to expose your heaving chest to him and he wasted no time in taking a nipple into his hot mouth.

Crosshair took his time, making sure you were writhing beneath him, whimpering with need before he moved on to the next part of your body. You pulled your own top off, glancing down to see him watching you with those eyes that almost glowed with the fire that burned within him.

His long fingers curled over the waistband of your pants, exposing your hip which he gently kissed, his gaze drawn to the way your stomach contracted at the teasing contact. Crosshair always noticed everything about your body, the way you moved, how you reacted in a certain way, and he used that to figure out your weaknesses. Of course, you’d never admit he was your ultimate weakness, all he had to do was look at you.

He moved over to repeat the motion on your other hip, tugging your pants down to expose you completely, finally rearing up to detangle you from your clothes. You hooked your legs around his slim waist and ran his hands along the line of your thighs, curling you up as he leaned forward to give you a kiss that had you gasping for air.

You knew what was coming next, Crosshair hardly ever deviated, wanting to get the most out of your encounter every time because neither of you knew when it was going to happen again.

His touch was slow but firm, dipping between your bodies as he leaned over you, supporting himself on one hand, his eyes watching your face when he gifted you with a teasing touch along your slit.

You heard the deep growl in his chest and his eyes closed. Long fingers deftly parted your lips and he brushed against your clit making your hips buck into his hand. When he pushed a finger into you it made your back leave the mattress. Your cunt fluttered around his touch, grasping desperately as he added another finger. He buried them deeply, pushing up and into you with a moan, his shoulders flexing from the motion and you leaned back against the pillow.

Your hands held onto him, legs quivering as he tortured you by drawing his fingers out of your wetness, making sure he was completely coated before shoving back into you, ripping a blissful cry from your chest.

He set a steady pace, dragging his fingers against the clenching walls of your sex, his need to feel every inch of you was something you were used to but never prepared for. Cross stroked that tender spot inside you, his fingertips winding up the coil in your lower belly that would have you eventually melting into the mattress.

His eyes intently watched your expression, his lips parted when he felt you shake around him, he knew you were close, he could feel it. And he pushed you over the edge. His breathing became ragged as you fell apart, his fingers not letting up, carrying you through the pleasure. Finally relenting when you hooked a hand around his tense neck and passionately kissed him.

Crosshair planted a hand on your shoulder, pushing you back onto the bed as he moved further back. His eyes devoured you, fingers sweeping up your inner thighs to collect the wetness that had leaked onto your skin. You watched, your body still thrumming with bliss as he put his fingers into his mouth, lifting his predatory gaze to lock with yours.

“You’re as sticky as uj’ayl,” He murmured.

“Cross…” you whimpered.

“Patience, nar cyar’ika.” His lips connected with your inner thigh, once more dragging his teeth against the softness of your skin, enjoying the way you gasped, hips undulating in a shamelessly desperate motion. He directed his attention to your core, using the flat of his tongue, slowly, teasingly, swirling around your clit.

You felt his fingers there once again, exposing you to his warm breath as he sighed. His mouth covered your entrance and you curled your fists in the covers. His tongue delved deeply, tasting you with a satisfied hum that vibrated up your spine, making you tremble.

Crosshair let you use him, grinding your hips against his face as you moaned desperately. One hand travelled up your body, pressing along your stomach to settle between your breasts, fingers spread so he could feel the throb of your heart as it beat in your chest.

It was gathering again, liquid fire searing through your veins and creating a reaction you had no control over. Your legs came up either side of his head, trying not to crush him so you settled your feet on his back. Your fingers slipped through the short, tough strands of his hair as your whole body flexed.

Your cries filled the room, a hand clenching in the pillow behind your head and your back arched wildly. Still, Crosshair persisted, his tongue stroking you into a blaze that only he could handle. His hips pressed into the mattress, his cock needy and aching to be buried inside you, but he could wait.

He groaned when you flooded his mouth, licking up every drop as your pleasure stole every basic function from your body. Each muscle contorted, holding you in a suspended state as the seal broke on the flames that licked across your sweaty skin.

Eventually, he released you, letting you flop bonelessly among the sheets. You protested weakly when he kneeled between your legs, only to shed his blacks before falling back into your arms.

He kissed you fervently, licking as deeply into your mouth as he had your cunt. He wasted no time in lining himself with your weeping entrance, his cock twitching in anticipation, dragging along the seam between your thighs and notching right where you wanted him the most.

Your hands slid down his back, following the lines of his tense muscles to hook in the plushness of his backside. You left him in no doubt of your intentions, not breaking a motion in the kiss as you widened your hips and used your arms to pull him forcefully into you.

He gasped when you clenched around him, seating himself to the hilt in your slick as his face rested on top of yours. His breath was strained and lust laden, his tongue coming out to lick at your lips making you whine as you did the same.

Crosshair filled you, creating a pressure inside you that was unrivalled, and it made your body quiver. Your grip on him relaxed when he began to move, pulling free until only the pulsing head of his cock was nestled comfortably inside you.

The snap of his hips was loud and you cried out together, breaking apart his resolve. There was urgency in his movements, a neediness that transcended words as he worked you both to the point of no return.

It didn’t take him long, already working himself into a state of desperation that he was finally feeding as he rutted into you. “I want to watch you,” He snarled into your lips, pushing up from the bed to kneel again. He lifted one of your legs, holding it up against his flushed chest, and worked his hips, hitting that spot that made your eyes roll. He planted a kiss on your ankle, his ferocious gaze magnetised to yours.

Your body was rung out and taut at the same. Your throat hurt, torn from the cries he pushed from you with each thrust. You knew you were going to ache all over for the next few days but it would have been worth it. Crosshair’s fingers imprinted on your skin, the sweat of his body dripped with yours creating a heady cocktail that sent your senses soaring. He was everywhere, suffocating you in the most desirable way as he began to lead you to the precipice once more.

His thrusts became sloppy, his cock pulsed inside you, eyelids fluttering as he tried to keep his attention on your face. A faint roar sounded in your ears as your blood flushed. Lightning shattered under your skin, electrifying your body to the point where you became hyper-aware of every nerve ending.

Crosshair bared his teeth, sweat beaded on his temple and he picked up the pace to bring you both drastically to a catastrophic end. His spine curled toward you when he came, his form juddering as he growled, pushing his hips into you and exploding deep in your cunt.

You were incoherent, only able to scream his name from the pressure, your nails dragging along the firmness of his sides. Your vision faded out, your heart was fit to burst with every slight thrust that sent intense shockwaves through your body.

He released your leg, letting it flop down and he fell on your lips once more, heaving in your scent and coming down from his high. His arms slid under you, gathering you into his embrace as you both listened to the knock of each other's hearts.

You lay entangled together, your face tucked against his chest and he rested his chin on the top of your head. Your fingers were tracing lazy patterns on his cooling skin, trying not to dwell on the fact he was leaving soon.

“Did you mean it?”

You froze at the question, suddenly remembering what had started this whole encounter.

“Mean what?” You focussed on the way his throat tensed, frustration coming through the turbulent calm because you were forcing him to explain.

“What you said.”

“I thought you were asleep.”

He sighed.

“I’m not anymore.” His voice was quiet, almost hesitant and you risked leaning back to look into his face. His gaze roamed openly over your features, almost as though he was committing you to his memory and so you did the same.

Using your fingertips you followed the cut of his jaw, feeling the stubble that was starting to shadow his face. You brushed a thumb over the darkness of his tattoo, knowing what resided behind such a mark. It didn’t matter how many times this man tried to push you away, or how strongly he believed he wasn’t good enough for you, nothing could stop you from wanting him.

“Yes, I meant it.” There was a wave of warmth, tinged with surprise, he hadn’t expected you to admit outright. “I don’t care about the consequences,” You whispered.

“You might.”

You shook your head, fingertips delicately tracing the curve of his ear.

“Not when it comes to you.”

His arms tensed, pulling you back into his chest and you curled willingly against him, closing your eyes and letting yourself relax. He hadn’t said the words, he didn’t need to. You could sense that he loved you too. He wanted to voice them, you could sense that as well, but he knew the ramifications of what such a declaration meant.

And he was willing to protect you for as long as he had to.

#the bad batch crosshair #crosshair x jedi!reader #tbb crosshair x you #crosshair x reader #crosshair x you #crosshair x f!reader #the bad batch

[degusart]

So I colored that image (and added a couple of characters that were missing). Anyway, it's the full lineup of BFFs. I feel so normal about these blorbos. Thank you to @viridiandruid for running such a fun game with great characters!

[characer names credits and other info under the cut]

A)ale! my PC and the loml. Massuraman Binder. They have a minimum of three souls in their body at one time and a maximum of five. they're doing so okay right now; don't worry about it

B) Devin, an eagle ale can summon him through their armor as an ally.

C)Cpt. James Hawkins. played by @theboombardbox, spellsword/barbarian. he's missing half of his soul <3, the Hat Man is following him, and he has worms.

D) Sash played by @halfandhalfling our wich/werewolf bestie. Apparently, she's a princess of the moon, but we don't have time to unpack all of that. Also, her (adoptive) mom fucked James.

E) Fig! Sash's familear

F) Orsa, Kiri's animal companion

G) Revazi, once played by @werepaladin. a barbarian whose "grandfather" Grandfather, a red greatwyrm, has been the patron of the party since like session five.

H) Chosen, in a human-only setting, she's an elf child! She's the reincarnation of ale's greatest enemy from both of their past lives, and they're apparently destined to end each other. But for right now they're buds, and she's the adoptive daughter of Kiri.

I) Kiri, @recoveringrevenant's PC, a Spirit Shaman. The newest Pc of the BFFs, our very chaotic party's grounding force, she can see a lot of stuff going on that no one else can see, both literally and figuratively.

J) Beren, a strange teenager our party was charged with keeping safe, then promptly lost (we're working on it). The person who charged us with keeping him safe may or may not be an abloeth, allied with the red dragon previously mentioned.

K) Cloves, the horse we bought in session two or three, that was then awakened by a random druid. He was one of the oldest members of the BFFs until... recently...

L) Erina, @recoveringrevenant 's retired PC, lets us crash at her place most nights, and she was a founding member of the BFFs, so even though she's not adventuring with us anymore, she's still one of us.

M) Agamemnon, our ship's AI, he's an orb that likes to dress up as a wizard :>

N) Ajatus, a guy we threatened to get to help us, but somehow became fully one of the crew. also, we need him to drive the boat, so, a BFF it is.

O) Father Lagi, a priest whose church collapsed into a skink hole after we visited it. We offered him a job in recompense, though by some of the conversations we've had, he's pitty chill in general. Also he embezzled like all of the church's coffers, so that's funny

P) Dahlver-Nar, one of the many souls that take up residence inside of ale's body. Though he's a bit more permanent. He helps out and gives advice alongside some skick-ass powers.

Q) Naz, this is the character I forgot in the first render of this piece. she's functionally dead atm (permanently trapped inside an amber tree), but you know how it is. a character once played by @recoveringrevenant as well

R) Cousin Chet! the half-dragon half ???? freak. we love him though

S) Bailey Wick, a once stow-away, now rogue-for-hire she has the sticky fingers and high dex our party lacks. So whenever we need to infiltrate a place, we send her on those missions. Though we've recently found out she's like 19, which is horrifying lmao. She also is one of the most competent members of the BFFs only because she's the only character that consistently rolls above a 10 (like genuinely)

T) Tansu, Revazi's twin sister. Our most recent true member of the BFFs, she's.... gone through it

#illustration #artists on tumblr #dnd #drawing #dungeons and dragons #player character #oc #dungons and dragons #artist on tumblr #pc #please rb

[sheisobvious]

some old stuff I found on pinterest (and below interesting things) - Part 1

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“One minute Taylor is busting out lyrics and being adorable in front of the camera, and the next she is like high-fashion model” 

Q: What type of music are you into right now? 

TS: A Late’80s pop. One of my favorite songs is “She Drives Me Crazy”, by Fine Young Cannibals.It was so ahead of its time.  

App she loves – 8MM vintage camera  

TS: “It lets you put a cool, 1960s-style filter on iPhone videos and gives clips a moody grain” 

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COSMOGIRL 2009 

TS: "My newest hobby is going to wal-mart and putting my CD in front of others in the rack. I have no shame in it!" 

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Seventeen Magazine (2008) 

Q: Do you think that he ( the guy from “Should’ve Said No”) secretly likes being named in your songs? TS: Yeah, probably. Those kinds of guys like getting attention – because I mean, what else is he doing? He’s probably with six different girls who don’t know that they’re being played. 

Q: Has he (Drew from “Teardrops on My Guitar”)  contacted you?  

TS: Actually, he showed up in my driveway a couple of months ago, and it was like in the movies where at the end the guy shows up in your driveway, and you have this awesome kiss – except it’s three years too late. I’m like, Why didn’t you do this years ago ?!? He was stranger by then, so I felt like I didn’t know him anymore. 

Q: Do you ever write songs about anyone other than yourself? 

TS: “Tied Together With a Smile” is about a girl I knew my freshman year. She was absolutely Miss Popular, a pageaant girl, and she looked perfect every day! Always had the cutest outfits, always looked teh best at prom. But sometimes when you get a litle closer to people who look that perfect, you realize that they don’t feel perfect.They feel they’re ugly. And that’s what happened with this girl- I became closer friends with her, and one day she confessed that she was bulimic. 

Q: How did that make you feel? 

TS: It was really hard for me to take. But I never want to make someone feel horrible. do not deserve to be treated like that. I try to reason with  them and be calm about it. After a while, I was just like, "You don't need to do that anymore." So I played that song for her, and I said, "Who do you think that's about?" And honestly, I don't think she ever did it after that. 

Q: Have you ever felt bad about the way you look? 

TS: Everybody does! Everybody looks in the mirror and is like, I wonder why her eyes are huge and mine are smaller. But I realized that if you’re lucky enough to be different from everybody else, don’t change. 

Q: Do you ever wonder what it would be like to be someone eise? 

TS: Oh, my gosh, if I were a different person and I could start all over, I would want to be Hayley Williams from Paramore! I think she’s awesome, and their music is amazing. But you know, I love country music more than anything  in the world – I would never change what I do. 

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“I’ve seen a lot of you get new cars”, she joke to those who worked on the album (Fearless)  

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YOU (2009) 

FAVORITE BOOK – Who Will Cry When You Die? By Robin S. Sharma. It’s a self-help but It’s na easy read. Every page has a new thing you can do to show the people you love that they matter to you. It makes you appreciate what you have. I have a lot more good days now that I’ve read that. 

STYLE ICON – Cahrlize Theron. Thank you for saying I look a bit like her – taht makes my whole week. 

BEAUTY PRODUCTS – My favourite lip colour is Dragon Girl by Nars;l realy like Armani make-up and there's a perfume that l get when ľ'm in the UK called Midnight Rain by La Prairie. And I love Jo Malone candles. 

I: As ever, she sounds too good to be true . It might be one reason why. If we're being honest what eveyone realy wants to see is Taylor Swit being a litte bit naughty. Surely the teetotal Pollyanna façade must have cracks? Anyway, wouldn’t a bit of teenage rebellion be healthy? 

TS: “I've been given the freedom to do whatever I want. I'm 19 –if want to storm out of the house and go to a club and get drunk and take my clothes off and run naked through Nashville, I can do that. I just really would rather not. I's as simple as that. It's not like I’ve been beaten down by some corporation that's forcing me to always behave myself - l just naturally do. Sometimes people are fascinated by the fact that I don't care about partying. almost to the point where they think it's weird.l think when we get to the point where it's strange for you to not be stumbing around high on something at 19, t's a warped world.” 

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PEOPLE, 2009 

Q: You just gave a $250,000 donation to schools you had previously attended or worked with. Why schools? 

TS: The schools that I went to and the amazing people I got to learn from relly turned me into who I am, and I wanted to give back. 

Q:If you’ve done all this by the time you turned 20, what do you want to do bu the time you turn 30? 

TS:I think I’d like to have made a couple more albums that I’m really proud of. I’d like to have a house. I’m not the kid the girl who makes a goal for herself of getting married or starting a family. I’ve never really put a timeline on those sorts of things. So I don’t have any personal goals by the time I’m 30. 

(midnight rain vibe)

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Q: What would you say is your biggest love “don’t” ? 

TS: No one wants to be with someone who desperately needs them. You should want the other person and love him, but you shouldn’t need him. If you depend on him for your happiness, that’s not good ,because what will you do when it ends? 

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TIGER BEAT  

I CALLED THIS ALBUM RED BECAUSE.. “all the different emotions written about on this album, they’re all about the tumultuous, crazy, insane, intense, semitoxic relationships that I’ve experienced in the last two years. In my mind, all of those emotions are red.” 

(I think this is the first time I see her referring to this relationship as toxic before 2022)

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BOP 2012 

Taylor Swift looks down at the floor as she talks about the songs on her new album, Red (it comes out October 22). "They're sad, if I'm being honest,"she confesses. Tay's big blue eyes get a little teary as she thinks about her life right now.In the last two years. Tay says she's felt "all of those emotions, travels around spanning from intense love,intense the workd with frustration, jealousy and confusion." She also admits. "There's been this earth-shattering. not recent, but absolute crash-and-bum neartbreak." 

(in this interview they are weird about her parents divorce)

#taylor swift #mine #tsedit #candy swift #tswiftedit #tsedits #tswiftart #tswiftcreatorsnet #tswiftedits #taylor swift lyrics #taylor swift interviews

[employee052]

final designs for da three nars! (well two, virgils had his for months now)

cecil (red) n jarvis (yellow) lookin drippeddddd skfjsjfjsjf

for some lore n more oz rambling they are under the cut!:

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ALRIGHT LESGO

Cecil:

Cecil is the fully human Narrator. (in the sense, the one who got his third swimming pool), he is a retired VA whos enjoying his life post tspud and is just overal chillin(tm)

The two new narrators are basically to cover the whole ground of narrater interpretations. (ie. some guy in his room recording, a guy in his room speaking but digital, and a fully digital entity)

so this is the one that is just a guy who voices in the game!

(this isnt meant to be kevan brighting, think of his source is the og game, but with the addition of the extra content(the ads, the raphael parable, the stuff on the dev logs, announcement videos, etc from crows crows crows as canon)

pronouns are he/him.

hes a cis male whos pan

Virgil:

THE OG, MY OG GUY

Virgil is the half digital, half human Narrator. He used to be a regular office worker before being shoved into a computer and thus, becoming the voice for the Parable

His source follows TSPUD, my au La Vie En Jaune, (which you can read more of here!), all the art ive done with him on this blog, and the other things the narrator has been in (ie. dota 2, dungeons, audiobooks etc)

However, after Stanley and the Narrator find each other and break past the hard coded locks of the pARable, they end up in a more lighter version of the parable, more akin to a world the narrator, stanley, and lynne can pop in and out of. while also having more control and hold on themselves and the world.

the narrator is the first one to pop out of the parable, thanks to character!oz (my sona and the one that exists in this blog)

once the narrator gets a better handle at the real world, stanley and lynne follow.

here, hes a guy whos lived the parable and become a new person when coming back out.

He can hop between digital areas and the real world. which is how he is still able to do stuff as the narrator for dota, and work for other projects like dungeons and the multi media videos on yt.

his pronouns are he/they

he is a demiboy who is demisexual and omnisexual

Jarvis:

Jarvis is the fully digital Narrator. He is the one who was created in the Parable as a string of code turned AI.

His source and canon is just TSP, TSPUD, the demo, and the half life mod. He's experienced everything in the games a thousand times over and more.

Basically, hes the guy who pops between being just a voice or an ai with a model that follows stanley around the parable. he has control over the parable (to an extent ie. timekeeper and the developers) and is the one who wrote the story itself.

There is not much more to say about him really ajdjahf but despite the design and context, he isnt that much different from virgil

hes just more defensive, and more lost with living irl.

his pronouns are he/they/it

he is a non binary (smth smth "well, i dont associate with being either a male or female, i am still a binary entity. i am made of ones and zeros, stanley. so while my gender is non binary, my code is.") he is a pansexual demisexual

as of now, in an au idk what to call of atm (maybe just the three narry au) they are all living in the real world.

virgil popped into real life expecting to appear in character!oz's house but landed in cecils

meanwhile, jarvis got suddenly plopped into the real world. he doesnt know how to pop off but he doesnt miss it all too much

misses his stanley a bit.

#artswin #tsp narrator #three narrys au #virgil jameson #jarvis jameson #cecil jameson #tsp #tspud #the stanley parable #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #tspud narrator #stanley parable #the narrator #au #fourth wall au

[fakegingerrights]

Hold Your Tongue

[sequel to Kiss and Tell, can be read as a stand alone. Fives x Smuggler!reader, Enemies and lovers. No real warnings needed, just some fluff and hurt/comfort.]

You were flopped on the cheap bed on the seedy inn you had managed to find on the edge of the small town on Nar Shada. Fresh bandages wrapped your shoulder, a near miss with a blaster bolt.

You tensed at the knock at the door, counting out the rhythm that meant your cyare was home.

“It’s unlocked.” You called, pushing yourself up off the bed with a wince. Fives pushed the door open, making sure to lock it behind him.

“For a smuggler, you’re awfully bad at personal security.” He chided softly. There’s a hoarseness in his voice that instantly had you on edge. He looked even worse than he had a few weeks ago, the poor lighting of your rented room highlighting the dark circles and stubble. Carbon scoring dusted the nooks and crannies of his armor, like he had tried to hurriedly scrub it and missed half the grime.

“You’ve been in a firefight.” You noted, coming up to pull him into a hug. “Hope it wasn’t you shooting at me earlier.”

“No. Would’ve made sure to get you properly if I was, Troublemaker.” He huffed, relaxing into your touch.

“Nah, you like me alive too much to do that.” You grinned lazily, fiddling with the catch of his breastplate before undoing it. Fives stood stock still while you took off each and every plate, carefully turning it over and stacking it neatly by the door. His helmet, which had been tucked under his arm, was the last to go.

“Do I get to unwrap you too, Mesh’la?” He asked, tugging at your jacket. You didn’t have the same amount of pieces in your outer layer, but he took the same time and care with your jacket, overshirt, utility belt and shoes until you were just in the tank top and shorts you wore under your jumpsuit.

“Shower now or later.” You asked, pulling him back into an embrace. Fives made a small wounded noise in the back of his throat.

“Later. Need you.”

You nodded in understanding, pulling him back to the bed, still lightyears better than a military bunk despite it’s cheapness.

Fives groaned softly as he sank into the lumpy mattress, reaching for you and pulling you close to tangle his legs with yours and set you up on his chest, unable to relax until your weight had fully settled down on him.

Kisses were traded, heartbreakingly soft as you two readjusted to each other’s presence. Fingertips trace every swell and dip, every new knotted line of scar tissue.

You thread your fingers through his hair, pulling yourself up for another kiss before resting your forehead against his, breathing the same air and reminding the anxious knot that always settled in your stomach that he was alive. He was here. Maybe not safe, maybe never safe, but here all the same.

“Lysatra?” He whispered after both an eternity and a single second. “You were going out there?”

“Mhm…” you hum softly. “They’ve been in a civil war for the last who knows how long. And there are rumors… a new species human-adjacent that waits on the edge of the galaxy.”

“Waits for what?” Fives murmures, dipping his head to press a kiss to your collarbone.

“Nobody knows. The chiss are little more than legends, mostly.” You sigh, tipping your head for better access. “And you? Where have you been?”

“Classified.”

“Fives…” You squeeze him softly.

“I know. I know. We lost our commander. Somebody framed her for a terrorist act and she left the jedi. Left all of us.” There’s a note of bitter acceptance in his voice.

“Tano?” You ask, trying to remember the name of the togruta Fives had described. He grunted an affirmation.

“It was a nightmare, trying to track down the person who fought for us so many times.” He sighed, mouthing at the skin beneath your jaw and biting softly, leaving a mark. A reminder that would last days after he was gone.

Your hands tightened in his hair, pulling his head up to look at you. Rough stubble scrapped your lips and cheeks as you kissed him, hard and fast as you can, teeth clicking together in your fervor to know, to ingrain every part of him into your mind. From the taste of stale caf and dry rations on his tongue to the smell of sweat and ozone that clung to him to the feel of his pulse under your skin.

“Mesh’la.” The word is mumbled against your lips, a plea and a prayer all the same.

“Fives.” You answer right back, pulling away after a moment before it became a sob. He let you distance yourself for a moment, hands coming up to trace your hips and thighs, fingers digging into perpetually sore muscle from sleeping in a pilot’s seat.

“We’ll both feel better after a hot water shower and you shave.” You say after taking a few deep breaths. Fives just watches you, golden eyes glittering in the dull light before he nods.

“You what to join me?” He asks into the space between you two. You give him a lopsided smile.

“Depends, what do you need from me tonight?” You ask, sliding off of him and reaching down with your good arm to haul him up. His lips thin, the haunted look flitting through his eyes again.

“A good night’s sleep.” He whispered.

“Nightmares?” You ask, reaching up to cup the side of his face and tilt his chin up to look at you. He closes his eyes and leans into your touch.

“They’re not as bad with you here.” Fives admits. You kiss his forehead.

“Go get in the shower, my love. I’ll take the next one.”

He slips reluctantly from your hold, leaving you with your thoughts as he takes advantage of a real water shower. When he emerges, skin reddened from the heat and freshly shaven, a towel around his waist, you grin. Fives winks at you, fidgeting with the top of his towel?

“Like what you see? I am Kamino’s finest after all.”

You can’t help a laugh at his antics.

“I won’t argue that. Get dressed, or at least put a robe on while I wash our clothes.” You said, collecting his blacks and wrapping yourself in a towel before removing your own undersuit and dumping them in the small washunit under the reheater in the corner of the room.

You showered fast, mindful of your injuries before stepping out in one of the inn’s provided robes.

Fives was in the bottom half of his blacks when you reemerged.

“Wash is done.”

You nodded, slipping on your underclothes and shorts before crawling onto the bed next to Fives, who instantly pulled you in and snuggled into you, kissing the back of your neck.

Skin hunger, he had called it once. After days or even weeks of being in their armor clones craved skin to skin contact like a choking man does air.

You let him take what he needs, enjoying the proximity.

“You still owe me… intel…” His sleepy voice rumbled from behind you.

“Datachip. I left it with your armor.” You replied. Fives only gave a sleepy hum in response, pulling you in close. You chuckle slightly, relaxing into him.

“Good night, ner’cyare.” You whisper.

#arc trooper fives #fives x reader #arc trooper fives x reader #clone wars #star wars #the clone wars #tcw fives #GingerWrites

[tiredassmage]

Well, I think Friday night attested enough to the fact that I'm back on a swing of Tyr brainrot, so I think it's about time I get back up on my little dynamics soapbox and talk another area of his possibly logic-defying loyalties. I miss Ardun Kothe, dude. I miss that old man.

I was gonna save this until I got far enough in... whichever number playthrough edition I'm on at this point, I've lost count, but. I'm in my feelings too much to wait.

Kind of the short of it is there's... quite a bit he pulls from his relationship with the Minister that also shows up in his relationship with Ardun. Which does put Tyr in a pretty interesting position at the end of the Agent campaign, so with that said, we're naturally in pretty decently big Agent storyline spoilers for Chapters 2 & 3, so newer friends and wanderers, that will be under a cut if you wish or need to avoid those until a later date.

I almost wish I had some eloquent way to build all of this up, but I don't really feel like I do. Because what I do have is that I think Tyr's forgiveness of Ardun for the entirety of the Castellans starts almost the moment Ardun finalizes his orders.

Of course, in the moment, his entire life's just gotten upended and his priorities are... shaken, to understate. But under Castellan orders or not, Tyr's mission orders from Imperial Intelligence were to find out Kothe's plan and only then eliminate. Standing on Nar Shadaa with a blaster leveled at the man on their first meeting was thus never part of Tyr's plan to begin with.

But Ardun says enough here that will setup the rest of their relationship. "With the lives we've saved.., maybe we'll both find forgiveness."

So, what Tyr learns about Ardun here that then tracks through the rest of his time as part of his SIS team is Ardun's respected and trusted by his team - with the same kind of trust that Tyr affords the Minister of Intelligence [that is, Tyr trusts he'll never be asked to do anything unduly harmful to himself, without very good reasoning]. What Tyr defines as "unduly harmful" is... not exactly the layman, reasonable person's "unduly harmful," as pretty much evidenced by how he responds to the introduction of the Castellan Restraints and why they were used on him, but that's it's own post and more on that with his relationship with the Minister.

More than anything, I think it's that even one second at a glimpse of some sort of remorse that Tyr gets in this initial conversation that makes Ardun Kothe a man Tyr's still willing to trust, despite this being their introduction.

Because Ardun goes on to be the kind of leader Tyr's willing to follow. Kothe trusts his team, and it's hard to trust Tyr as this would-be defector because it would backfire on his team first. One of Ardun's hard-set orders is not being able to harm the team.

Then Chance is pulled off of Taris and looked after. Chance might not be able to rejoin them, but he's getting treatment. He's taken care of. In general, broad strokes, when Tyr offers trust to Ardun, Ardun responds. They've already spoken on I wouldn't trust me, either, so there's no use dwelling on it.

In the end, Tyr's takeaway - his assessment, if you will - of Ardun Kothe is that he's a man with regrets. He's another leader trying to do his best for the people reporting to him when his hands have been bound by undesirable circumstances. Unlike the tensions that develop pretty much from the start between Tyr and Hunter, Tyr never quite finds Kothe delighting in the use of the Castellans, even if he does continue to use them. And that's enough of a difference in handling for Tyr to notice and respect.

So, Ardun Kothe survives the trip to Quesh and the Shadow Arsenal - for a mix of Tyr's respect of his leadership of his team and the absolute harrowing nature and exhaustion of the last several months of work, trying to survive acting as a double agent, trying to unravel the story behind the Castellans and their use on Intelligence operatives... Tyr lets the entire SIS team walk. [Excepting Hunter, in the end, but Tyr's not particular counting the one that was playing them all against each other for bloodsport, and that's, again, not exactly for this post lol.]

And then they run into each other again on Corellia. It's for the best for both of them that Ardun believes his story when he lays out the setup of the Star Cabal. It's one interaction that could've hurt them if Ardun had insisted on taking him in - because Tyr had a job to finish, and no amount of his dissatisfaction with the Sith and the dissolution of Imperial Intelligence was going to change that Tyr believed the Star Cabal was a threat far greater than all of it. Ardun trusting his judgement.

And that leaves us with the Black Codex and the interesting... you could call it 'betrayal' of Tyr caught between his loyalty to the Minister, to Imperial Intelligence specifically, rather than the Empire as a whole, and his loyalty to his ideals, to himself - to everything Ardun is, in essence, offering by suggesting Legate stick around. Especially after the Minister just got done reminding Tyr about the difference between ideals and goals, and how theirs is a society that relies upon authority to make changes - progress.

Because there's a part of Tyr that already knows he risks the people he just spent the last several years fighting for by handing over that Codex to Ardun Kothe. Everything Tyr just spent trying to make the last gasp of Imperial Intelligence mean something, to prove their worth in their final hours is still at risk if this final proof isn't produced. If he doesn't deliver this to "safe hands."

But for all their talk of ideals... What both the Minister and Ardun Kothe have done is shown Tyr to fight for what's important to him and hang onto it with both hands, bloody knuckles and all. Because it's never guaranteed. Because someone else will always find it a risk. There's always the threat of non-conformity. The line between obedience and ingenuity, as Lokin calls it.

In a sense, choosing the Minister or Ardun, if he's able to continue working directly for either, offer him the same kind of protection: the same faith in his abilities. But behind them is still the Empire and the Republic. Neither are perfect. Tyr might be a man who's more fond of his ideals than he may realize, but he isn't naive. But the ideals of those sides on paper are not the same, and so the question becomes just as much about what are you willing to fight for? Who do you really want to be?

Ardun won't be able to magically pull him out of the precarious position Tyr ends up in by accepting Ardun's offer to maintain work as a double agent. Some might've been inclined to argue if Ardun would've ever actually pulled him out of the Empire because that wasn't even part of their original verbal agreement. In the end, the galaxy got far more messy than either of them could've predicted at the time and such musings no longer matter in an era of the Alliance.

But Tyr ultimately decided to trust the man with his life. A little remorse was enough to tell Tyr there was some recognition of the whole situation. Ardun he trusts did not do what he did out of direct malice. He looks up to him, respects him. A bit of a supportive authority and even parental figure that... Tyr didn't exactly have growing up. In this kind of work, someone like Tyr will hang on to the few people he feels he can trust and respect. There's not a lot of them. I think even just... having a connection where the openly-stated goal was to work together for something better did a lot for Tyr. There was a lot about his career in the wake of Imperial Intelligence's downfall that was isolating - and yes, some was in part because of his position as a double agent, because of that decision made with the Black Codex. But it was a reminder that it was worth it. It was possible to fight for something better. Ardun gave him that chance.

And, of course, they played a fair few hands of Centran Sabacc, by the end. Tyr will never say where he learned, but a fond, nostalgic smile will usually accompany those memories of evenings spent between missions playing cards with the SIS team, checking weapons with Saber and Wheel, wresting with Chance. Those were the kind of memories, the kind of friends worth fighting for.

#dot talk #ch: tyr #npc dynamics talks #imperial agent #ardun kothe #swtor

[richardsphere]

Leverage Redemption Log: The Double-edged sword job

Presumed Client has a Presumed Stalker (Cop) Parker is playing with little dolls. Oh is this a Time-Skip client? Like an ex-client from the inbetween years? Cool pitch, im hooked. --- Well that line about the Israeli government shutting down the peoples access to the internet aged like a fine (though disgusting) wine.

Gut instinct: Harry is right. Its a cop thing, specifically the same way that Security Lady from episode one can recognise Elliot when Hardison's program is protecting you guys as well. Cops are scum, (i know that naratively, breanna is gonna be proven right. But the team is right to assume its an analog thing)

Oh the small town is a surveilance state.

Look Sophie, i understand that petty theft is beneath you all, but breanna is right to start the test small scale.

--- So this is our "newbie goes in solo" episode. Elliot is flirting with Supercop. (dont know wether "distinctive" is meant to be an admission she knows who he is, or just an attempt to draw parallels between the two) this show expects me to believe that the high-tech supercomputer doesnt have a firewall.

Oh its Minority Report bullshit. (Funny thing about minority report, didnt that end up with it predicting its creator/championing congressman would commit murder? Cause thats what we're gonna do. Make it predict that our Supercop will embezzle the black-ops money)

And they're trying to gass-chamber Breanna. --- Ok so quickly: Harry having to do an Elliot is cool, funny little gag about how Parker stopped stabbing people. (its good cause this one retroactively fixes a lot of the other "parker used to stab people" jokes by explaining the taser as the reason it only happened once.) --- Debriefing: Breanna might've been in trouble for more then just Twitter. Parker and Elliot have both done this for 8 years more then the rest, and the rest dont even bother asking what they're thinking. (like i understand not interupting them, but there is a reason we're having a debrief) --- Supercop is alledgely not part of the experiment. (she claims she's just investigating the miracle crime-drop).

Elliot gives them all 10 seconds to joke. Back to the debrief. "Just to be clear..." "metaphorically" everyone disliked that. (as do I, if this guy wants to be the only person alive who isnt recognisable to a supercomputer? See if his face ID works on cremated ashes) --- Parker I agree this guy is an asshole to the waitstaff, but if a customer orders something without coconut oil, it is the restaurants responsibility to either accomodate this request or tell the customer they cant make it that way. I know he's just a pretentious twit but allergies exist. (he's definitly an asshole for assuming he's enough of a regular to have "his regular" though)

Oh, RIZ is back. (Supercop works for them) Well looks like Cheng has a robo-nanny (and maybe a crush on robonanny) --- What a stack of hundreds and an awkward story about a roleplaying kink cant let these guys do. --- Ok and we're inside the house. The robot is scanning Parker The AI is scary AF, Parker is looking for a way out. AI is all-seeing, but apparently worse with faces then Searchlight. (Searchlight can recognise you of an out-of-focus nose. Al-Ayna cant recognise him if he lowers his voice) which can only mean one thing:

CHEMICAL WARFARE! Oh how i missed you, we've been waiting for your return all season. --- Private security provides Elliot with a good chance to teach Harry how a choke-out is done with proper form.

Cheng has recognised Breanna and has decided to make the stupid mistake of locking Leverage inside the safe they're trying to crack. By which i mean your house, that has your software, the one they're gonna use to make you look like a criminal.

and now our heroes have a superAI who is going to help them with their witness protection schemes. (Lower Hardisons workload a little as well.) Like how the camera zooms out to end the shot from Alayna's POV. (is she gonna be a recurring character? Probably not in a "regular castmember" way but definitly in a "we have continuity and on rare occasions she might be important" way)

#leverage #leverage redemption #leverage redemption season 1 #the double edged sword job

[xiyade]

Nar-Dos “The missing person/ Անհետ կորածը” (1920)

my translation of this story in english part 2

The young woman raised her head, gazed at his soft and tearful eyes and suddenly a sob was caught in her throat. She covered her eyes with her palms and whimpered with overwhelming endless pity for this miserable man, a pity that was as acute as physical pain.  

“Is this a dream?” she said sobbing.

“A dream?” said the guest, “What dream is as clever as the reality, especially this reality? Who could have guessed I’d see you again here in this way, in this unfamiliar house which I entered clutching my heart?”

“It’s not my fault, Aram! Ask your mother, your sister, they will tell you that I hoped and waited…”

“Calm down, love, calm down. I’ve already asked and I know everything. Calm down.”

”They showed us your name in the official list of the missing soldiers,” continued Flora wiping her tears, “and explained that you were either killed with your corpse left in the battlefield or, in best case scenario, you were a prisoner of war. And since we didn’t receive any news from you for 4 years, we had no other options than to assume the worst had happened and you were killed. After all, if you were imprisoned, wouldn’t you at least send us one letter in 4 years or contact us in another way?”

“How could a letter be sent through an enemy country during war? Especially when I was imprisoned in a concentration camp, where I couldn’t get or send any news.”

“So you were imprisoned?”

”Yes, the others ran away leaving me behind with a crushed leg. Why didn’t that brute crush my skull instead of my leg? It’s the cause of all my sufferings. Oh, the torture I went through because of it, first in the hospital, then at the concentration camp… Of course I felt physical pain too, but the source of my mental pain was you and my child, my mother and my sister. A thousands guesses and fears kept floating in my brain, one gloomier than the other each more desperate. I kept wondering what you were doing, how you were living. I wondered if the enemies had reached you, if they had killed you, or if you had become refugees and died from some epidemic.”

Aram sat at the chair next to him, leaned the crutch against the wall and spoke in grim contemplation.

“And I keep thinking what if nothing had happened, and I didn’t become this unfortunate, what if there was a way to send you some news or to get some from you…”

He bitterly shook his head and went quiet.  

“You keep talking about your misery, but what about mine?” asked Flora, “At first, I was terrified for you, and then I spent 4 years waiting, anxious and disappointed... I faced financial issues, couldn’t even afford the daily expenses. How would that miniscule allowance make any difference in our lives? Your mother was old and often sick, your sister was all in her studies, and the money we got was barely enough for her expenses while I had a small child to feed. At first, when your mother wasn’t that sick, she would take care of the child. I had a small vocation in Qaghabs’ union, but I had to leave it as your mother’s health got worse and there was no one to look after our son. Your sister married and took your mum with her. I was left all alone without any means of providing for us. I sold everything I could.“

Aram was silent in his seat. His hat was on his knee as he was listening to his ex-wife’s excuses seemingly calm and indifferent. Sometimes he was looking at the lush furnishing of the wide room and the gold ornaments, at the other times he was looking at her luxurious dress, the rings on her fingers, the diamond earrings, the expensive hairpin shining in her hair. And then, suddenly, a dark doubt started to gradually let itself known. Even before coming here, the doubt had entered his heart like a venomous snake, but it was dormant during the first few minutes of the meeting.

When the woman finished talking, he was still quiet and looked calm on the outside, only his knee, barely perceptibly, was shaking.

“So,” he spoke finally breaking the heavy silence of the last few minutes,” you were left all alone, without any money…but why?,” he asked with barely audible voice, “ did no one help?”

“Who would help?” asked the wife with naïve wonder.

Aram glared at her.

“The gentleman that found himself a warm place in the City council during the war.”

Flora jumped up with her whole body as if bitten by a snake.

“And what do you mean by that? That I’ve been wrong to marry him?”

“No, I didn’t mean that.”

“Then what?”

“That I… have heard some things,” calmly replied Aram without looking at her.

“What have you heard? From who?”

“Someone.”

“Stop dodging the questions, Aram,” the woman nearly screamed with barely controlled frustration, “Just say that you’ve heard it from your sister.”

Aram didn’t reply. He looked gloomy and calm and kept avoiding her eyes.

“Why are you not saying anything? Why aren’t you looking at me?” asked the woman with a voice full of challenge, “You see, I’m not scared of gossip as I can feel nothing but contempt towards it. Do you know why she gossips and badmouths me? Because I didn’t want to become her maid.”

Aram looked at the woman in shock.

“I didn’t know that.”

“Of course she wouldn’t tell you that, but know this, Aram, I wouldn’t have told you myself if you hadn’t believed her disgusting lies.”

“First things first, I didn’t say it was her and secondly…”

“I don’t need your confirmation. Your tone and your allegations were confirmation enough that her malice and envy had whispered things to you. My biggest tragedy was that I couldn’t earn money myself and whether I wanted or not, I had to rely on her. And since she gave us some money, she thought she had the right to belittle me. She kept on complaining to anyone who would listen about how we were a heavy burden on her. She always threw into my face the fact that she gave us money for food. And yet, she didn’t care to mention that I cleaned and cooked in the house, I did the laundry and the other house chores, that I took care of your mother. It all meant nothing to her. If it was a maid instead of me, she would have gotten way more respect, that I, the family member, her poor brother’s wife, her nephew’s mother, ever did. My pain, my suffering was already too much and yet she was there to poison my life even more. Once she got me to a point where I nearly took our child and drowned us both in the river just to be free of that hell. Has she told you all this? Of course not! She could have only said the other things, blame it all on me. Shame on her!”

“I haven’t paid attention to the things she’s told me and your complaints are unnecessary,” said Aram coldly.  

“How are they unnecessary? So you don’t want to know why I did this?”

#nar dos #nar-dos the missing person #armenian literature #realism #literature translation #armenia

[halos-top-alien-model]

Sangheili Bracket Round 1 Match 30

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Xytan 'Jar Wattinree:

Debuted in Halo: Ghosts of Onyx

Born on April 20, 2488 and growing to be 11.6 ft tall, Xytan would rise to the rank of Imperial Admiral and gain a popularity that the Hierachs felt threatened by. Because of this, he would be assigned to lead the Combined Fleet of Righteous Purpose at the fringes of Covenant-controlled space, missing most of the Human-Covenant war in the process. However, upon the Great Schism, he would be able to rally over two hundred Sangheili shipmasters at Saepon'kal, with the ambition of creating a new Sangheili-led Covenant. Unlike the separatists under Thel 'Vadam, his group retained faith in the Covenant religion and intended to continue the war against humanity after dealing with the Jiralhanae and San'Shyuum. He intended to draw the Jiralhanae leadership into an ambush at Saepon'kal, but soon he was convinced by then shipmaster Voro 'Mantakree to deal with the outbreak of Glood on Installation 05. Although, seeing the shipmaster as a potential rival, he would rename him Voro Nar 'Mantakree, give him the position of Fleetmaster of the Second Fleet of Homogenous Clarity, and ordered him to lead an attack on the shield world Onyx - doing to Voro what the Hierachs had done to him. Yet ironically, he helped ensure Voro outlived him, as seconds after Onyx invaders' departure, a captured NOVA bomb would accidentally be detonated, obliterating a majority of the Xytan's fleet, significant portions of Saepon'kal's surface, the planet's moon of Malhiem, and Xytan himself. His legacy would still live on, as shipmasters would continue to study his battle tactics while his daughter - Meduu the Fierce - violently took hold of his property holdings.

Submitted propaganda: BIG!!! Also he's basically the coolest most galaxy-brained guy ever. He got too popular for the Prophet's liking, but was too competent and smart to ever actually fuck up, making it impossible to execute or Arbiter-fy him. So the Prophets just sent him to patrol fringe space in the hopes that people would forget how smart and awesome he is.

Sali 'Nyon:

Debuted in Halo: Escalation

Born Nov. 5th, 2487 on the colony of Eudolaan, his career within the Covenant military received personal commendation from the High Prophet of Mercy. Despite the Great Schism and the end of the Covenant Empire, he held out faith and would later join Jul 'Mdama's Covenant faction.

Yet his faith in the Didact's Hand would waver following the beginning of his alliance with the human Docter Catherine Halsey. Therefore, he started to plot against Jul, viewing himself as the true Didact's Hand now. On July 2558, during the Battle of Aktis IV, his rebellion would finally begin as his followers shot down a Pelican carrying the UNSC's half of the Janus Key, messing with Jul's plans at the time. While Jul's fleet attacked the UNSC Infinity, Jul would personally land on Aktis IV to hunt down Sali and the Janus Key half. Meanwhile, Sali broadcasted a message throughout the fleet, encouraging them to join him. At the same time, some of those already with him started to express doubts - whilst Sali claimed that his retrieval of the Janus Key was proof the Forerunners favored him, one of his men pointed out that the Prometheans still held their allegiance to Jul. This same soldier would then steal the Janus Key and escaped, bringing the Janus Key half back to Jul's loyalists and sharing the location of Sali's hideout in Aktis IV's jungle. Jul's forces would then kill most of Sali's followers whilst taking the rebel leader prisoner. For the next two months, Sali would be kept alive within a holding cell on Song of Retribution. Two days before the fleet headed for the Absolute Record, Jul would interrogate Sali, but all he would get was criticism and a refusal to reveal the other traitors within the faction. On September 17th, 2558, Sali would be moved to Breath of Annihilation. This would lead to a stroke of luck for the captured rebel leader, as the infiltrating ONI agent Ayit 'Sevi would free him and convince him to restart his rebellion right then - all part of Ayit's plan to cause chaos and aid the hidden Spartan Gabriel Thorne. Sali would rally new followers, kill those still loyal to Jul, steal from Jul's collection of Forerunner artifacts taken from Requiem, and take control of Breath of Annihilation. The ship would return to Sangheili space, only to be followed by Song of Retribution once Jul caught wind of what occurred. The two ships would do battle, but the result was a stalemate.

Following Jul's death on Kamchatka, Sali received more favor - at least one instance of praise coming from a Swords of Sanghelios member, who viewed him as a better leader compared to even the Arbiter. In recent times, it is reported that great numbers are amassing under him at Okal'supen - an abandoned fortress world with sufficient supplies to rebuild an empire.

#halo #halo aliens #sangheili #halo sangheili #halo elite #halo elites #halo fandom #halo tumblr #tumblr bracket #tumblr tournament #xytan jar wattinree #xytan 'jar wattinree #sali nyon #sali 'nyon

[homocidal-invader]

Red/Purple, Red/Purple/Zim pls

You've seen Red and Purple, you know them. You get them. The correct ship everyone has to agree on.

I don't make a lot of art for them but I did sometimes! They're just expected yk

PRaZr

I have actually written about this but I never published it!

Zim has the pretty standard irken obsession with the Tallests, and so when the Tallests decide that Zim would be a cute pet actually Zim is all too happy about it bc, like, the supreme rulers like you this is great!

but they're not very nice to him bc they don't respect him as a person and Zim slowly gets more unhappy about it, but won't admit it or say anything about it especially not to Red and Purple.

Sometimes he brags to Dib about it and what the Tallests do to him and Dibs like. thats fucked up. that's really fucked up. and Zim's like pshhh you're crazy.

Secretly though he agrees and eventually him and Dib work together to assassinate the Tallests because Zim doesn't want to break up with them 👍

Science partners... I think if Proffy were to accept aliens exist he'd pretend like he never acted like they didn't. Like, "of course aliens are real! It's very obvious".

777 misses his wife and Lard Nar is busy with the whole Resisty thing. However I do think Lard Nar and Membrane teaming up on science would be very funny, Lard Nar jumping onto Proffy's chest and grabbing proffy by the jacket and pulling him because he's way shorter lol.

It'd be interesting to see anyone do something with it

#Anonymous #quo rambles #quo answers

[depizan]

Game canon is presumably fic canon unless otherwise shown or mentioned, which is fine most of the time...

But kind of frustrating when either there are adjustments you want to make for fic canon that you can't figure out how to write or allude to at some point (Kyrian's so far word of god only celebratory night with Sanju, for instance) or when game canon doesn't entirely make sense but working out what does is a can of worms. (Probably carnivorous worms. It is Star Wars.)

I'd accuse Nar Shaddaa of being the planet (okay, moon) where logic goes to die, but I think it's really only Smuggler!Nar Shaddaa and Agent!Nar Shaddaa that have issues, especially if you start poking at anything. (Or those are just the only two class stories where I have started pulling threads and suddenly I don't have a carpet any more.)

My issues with Smuggler!Nar Shaddaa are at least as much personal preference (I would prefer that Bowdaar not be luggage, thanks) as actual screwy writing. (Or I've forgotten how bad it is, since I'm pulling a whole entire reject your reality and substitute my own with it.) But the more I look at Agent!Nar Shaddaa, the more I find myself going "wait, what!?"

Watcher X's exit is...odd. But there are any number of ways to make it more sensible, from the agent (or Watcher Two) being smart enough to figure out what's going on on their own (if you want to kill Watcher X) to the agent running into bad traffic (if they sympathize with Watcher X but don't want to take his deal).

What's harder to render sensible is, oh, everything else involving Watcher X. Imperial Intelligence thinks this guy's dangerous, but has nooo problem giving him the wherewithal to cook up a drug that mimics the effects of too many stims/questionable enhancements and cybernetic implants that let someone disguise their vital signs (this isn't a concern for a prisoner? sure, he probably can't implant them in himself. probably.). Never mind letting this guy give an active agent both drugs and those highly questionable implants.

(Okay, you can refuse the drugs. Not the implants.)

Sometimes it seems like Intelligence thinks Cipher Nine is awfully expendable. Are we sure they're supposed to be a top agent and not some incredibly lucky/skilled sacrifice?

What the Agent is doing on Nar Shaddaa also gets a little slippery (and is weirdly very directed by Watcher X, which is probably a gameplay thing, never mind that it does slightly odd things to the story). I won't say it doesn't make sense, but it does feel like there's a piece or two missing if you look closely. (Heck, one might be able to nudge it slightly and imply that Watcher X was the actual leader of the Nar Shaddaa terror cell...)

But, even if it were all perfectly smooth, with no nagging questions or unpleasant implications about just how expendable Intelligence considers its agents, I'd still be poking it with a stick both because of those highly questionable implants and because it ends with the agent slaughtering VerveGen's top people. (Who are, yes, evil terrorists producing and distributing a drug that enhances you then melts you. I'm not saying it's not justifiable, just that it's a lot of murder.)

The implant isn't really a character problem. It's an obviously risky move that raises (or should raise) all kinds of questions, but Kyrian (more or less) accepts the risks of his profession...as long as those risks only apply to him. However, it's still a can of worms. As I once noted to @pyr0clast, how does Intelligence know the implant only does what Watcher X says it does, how does the Agent know that, and, most importantly why does it only do what Watcher X tells the Agent it does? Imagine if the Agent goes after Watcher X when he escapes, only to be brought down by the implant when they try.

(Okay, that's not what happens in the game because the players would be pissed. But it'd make a hell of a moment in a story.)

Theoretical impressive exits by Watcher X aside, you'd think Intelligence would want those implants out of their agent ASAP. You'd think the Agent would want those implants out ASAP! Game canon, of course, just forgets they exist, but fic has to deal with these things, whether with a quick trip to an Intelligence post or a back alley doctor recommended by Kaliyo (because why stop at one bad medical decision for the week).

VerveGen, however, is a character problem. Kyrian doesn't like murder as a solution to anything, even people-melting enhancement drugs and intergalactic terror organizations. Arrest by the Empire is out, the local authorities are just murder with more steps and exotic wildlife, so that pretty much leaves some form of sabotage (unless I've overlooked something). Which makes the implants irrelivant, since they're part of the murder plan. (Provided Watcher X doesn't cook up different highly questionable implants for the sabotage plan because, damn it, he wants to do unpleasant elective surgery on some member of Imperial Intelligence and no one from HQ is handy.)

All of which means I need to write or allude to bits of slightly alternate Nar Shaddaa.

At least it's marginally easier to deal with than the problem of Sanju Pine.

#writing woes #Mac rambles about fic canon #Mac rambles about game canon #holy fuck that's a long post #long post #Imperial Agent spoilers?

[valiant--art]

Follower Meme

Lord Zovereign || The Fallen Assassin

Class: Deception Assassin

Weapons: Double-bladed Lightsaber; The Force

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Selection Lines:

"I knew you couldn't stay away from me."

"Follow my lead and we'll rip through anything that bars our path."

"Still not strong enough to work alone? How...charming."

"I'm coming, I'm coming."

Dismissal Lines:

"Perfect timing; I was getting bored."

"You'll call me back soon enough."

"Try not to have too much fun without me."

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Battle Lines:

"Finally, a fight worthy of ME."

"You'd think they'd learn after the first dozen down, mm?"

"Don't be shy; beg."

"See how quickly they fall before us!"

(Laughter) "Don't think you can run from me!"

Exiting Battle:

 (Sigh) "They really could have put up more of a fight."

"What a rush."

"I hope that dispelled any lingering doubts about my skill."

"No survivors. Good."

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KO’d/Low Health:

"Don't you dare leave me behind!"

"This isn't- this isn't how it's supposed to go-!"

(Weak cough) "Ungh...there's blood pooling inside the mask..."

Resurrected:

"...I've had better performances."

"Don't expect me to thank you."

"This never happened."

"All part of the plan. ...What? Don't look at me like that."

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Misc. Click Lines:

"Let's go."

"Hands off."

"Do you count your kills? You should."

"No, you can't take the helmet off. Pretend it's fused to my face or something."

"So were you never taught that it's rude to stare, or do you just not care?"

"You'd tell me if you were planning to betray me, wouldn't you? Common courtesy and all that."

"Never thought I'd miss a Dromund Kaas party, but this place is dull enough to make them look like prime time entertainment."

(Rare) "It's...nice having someone to fight beside again." (Pause) "Just don't make it weird."

Planet-Specific Lines:

(Korriban) "Home. I didn't miss it."

(Korriban) "Would you like a tour? I know these tombs like the back of my hand- I could even point out the exact places where I got to kick my fellows in the teeth."

(Dromund Kaas) "Remind me to see if my apartment evicted me yet."

(Dromund Kaas) "For all that the rain and the muck makes it difficult to do my job here, it's really fun to find workarounds. Adds a challenge."

(Tattooine) "Oh yes, bring the man in all black to the desert planet."

(Tattooine) "I knew you wanted to get rid of me. I didn't think you'd be so rude about it though; dying of heatstroke isn't a good way to go."

(Nar Shadaa) "I still can't tell if this place is hideously gaudy or the most captivating planet I've been to."

(Alderaan) "If you really can't deal with the nobles, hand them to me. I know how to deal with their types."

Additional Stuff

Favorite Gifts: Luxury ♥♥♥ / Trophy ♥♥ / Weapon ♥, Courting ♥, Imperial Memorabilia ♥

Gift Lines:

[Like] "...Huh. It's not bad, actually."

[Like; Courting Specific] "Did you really...? HAH! Oh, that's cute."

[Favorite] "Could do something nice with this."

[Love] "How did you-? I mean this is- ...thank you."

Likes: A dark sense of humor, violence, revenge, indulgence, questioning authority, personal gain.

Dislikes: Working with nobility, the greater good, adherence to rules and regulations, showing mercy, blindly being pro/anti-Imperial/Republic.

Bonus

Zovereign's recruitment is self initiated. He seeks out the PC and claims that a temporary alliance will serve both their interests, though he refuses to elaborate on his point. He initially presents himself as a completely irreverent, self serving man with a taste only for furthering his 'entertainment,' however he chooses to define that word in the moment. Loud, talkative, brash, and unequivocally cruel, he seems to delight in painting himself as the antagonist no matter the circumstances.

And while he's certainly all those things and more, at high approval, the PC will begin to catch him with his (metaphorical) mask down. He slips up, eschews antagonism for the more subtle trappings of camaraderie, and begins to allow some details about himself to be known. He offers to show the PC just how many instruments he's been trained to play, or perhaps they'd rather he teach them to dance...? Ah, and of course there are the stories he tells, reframed from 'I'm only saying this to piss you off ♥' to something more amicable- though no less gruesome. He likes the gory details. While he'll never delve too deep- the mask never comes off, nor does he make mention of his species, his family, or his true name- he does grow to consider the PC a companion, if not a friend.

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Zovereign has flirt options available to all PCs, and picking them will, unfortunately, fill him with a disgusting amount of self satisfaction. He reciprocates easily, but ends up brushing aside any genuine romantic or sexual offers with nonchalant dismissal.

#swtor #follower meme #OC: Zovereign #Sith Pureblood #Sith Inquisitor #reign: ill never let anyone know my species ever <3 #me who needs to tag this: lol sorry king

[spitzobsessed]

Follower Meme - Your character as an in-game follower

Rutha Alon Kallig-Revel

Formerly Darth Occlus, formerly Lord Kallig

Available: early in KOTET, as Hylo Vizs’s Alliance Alert.

Class: Scoundrel (blaster, stealth, heal). In major fights (Chapters 7 and 8) Sith Inquisitor, Assassin

Weapons: blaster, explosives, stealth belt. | Double-bladed lightsaber and Force, training of a Dark Councilor.

Likes: pragmatism, diplomacy, knowledge, lighthearted humor,

Dislikes: extreme patriotism, blind following, slavery, bullying the weak, cruelty

Selection lines:

“We meet again.”

“Commander.”

“You have a brilliant plan, don’t you.”

[Rare] “Make this quick.”

[Rare] “I have plans for the evening, I will make time for them.”

Misc. Click lines:

“What, you want a conversation? I only do those accompanied by tea.”

“I’m not angry at you.”

“Passion, yet peace. We could use some peace. “

“So, who came up with this “Alliance” idea? I vote Lana”

[Rare] “Yes, I’m a Sith. Yes, I quit. No, there won’t be a sob story.”

[Rare] “A ghost in my head says we’re doing all of this wrong. Don’t give me that look. Oh no, now he’s laughing.“

Mid-Fight lines:

“Score! “

*enraged scream-roar*

[Rare] “*muttering* A short mission, he says. We come in and get out, he says. Grrgrh”

“I have the power of Force and stupid on my side!”

[Healer role only] “Don’t die while I’m busy.”

[Healer role only] “You don’t die just yet.”

[Healer role only] “Hey, hey, can you hear me?”

Exiting Battle lines:

“I missed this. The feeling of victory.”

“No enemy can match us.”

“Another day, another victory.”

“Now is the time to rest.”

“Still alive, huh. Go see a proper healer though.”

Low Health lines:

“The Force... is overrated.”

“I would really rather you aid me.”

“Not fair!”

“Just so you know… *cough*.. this isn’t over yet.”

KO’d lines:

“Not.. Glorious… enough..”

“This is it? Guess it is.”

[Rare] “Do not laugh, you- … Ghosts are a menace.”

Resurrected lines:

“I… am grateful.”

“Coming back from the other side. Is this what “immortality” feels like?”

“Even Death can’t claim me.”

Dismissal lines:

“Not like it was my idea to hang out.”

“You know where to find me.”

“Take care, Commander.”

Planet-Specific lines:

[Korriban] “Ever wanted to set up a tomb here? I know I do. With the booby traps, horror interior and a useless relic in the end. Planned to continue the tradition, given how many ancient builds are ruined and their ghosts spoiled with so many intruders.”

[Drodmund Kaas] “Why are we here again? Make this quick. I really can’t afford to stay here for long.”

[Nar Shadaa] “Ah, yes. The underbelly of the Galaxy. The heart of Hutt Space. I really should visit my personal cult.”

[Taris] “Why are there people here? Why is Republic still present here? No wonder there are outbreaks of the rakghoul plague across the Galaxy.”

[Tatooine] “What’s the chance of finding another world-ending machine?.. I’m just saying.”

[Alderaan] “This is a nice place. Can we make it ours? A vacation planet, specifically for your Alliance. Not like it benefits from the war much.”

[Hoth] “No, I understand, the conquest of the Sith, the freedom of Republic, all of that. Still, what possessed them to take Hoth from the Chiss? And no, dead ancient Sith Lords is not the answer.”

[Belsavis] “The dirty secret of the Republic. You never know what lies hidden behind these walls.”

[Vos] “*hums a calming melody* ...What?”

[Corellia] “I’m not conquering the planet again. Not after the last time, when they lost it right after I left. Can you imagine that?”

[Coruscant] “...I never thought I’d see Coruscant in person. The Republic Center… It’s too perfect to be like this. How deep does the wealth and luxury spreads?”

[Illum] “Never ever agree to help local military outposts with their “minor” problems. No, I will not elaborate. Not now at least.”

#swtor #follower meme #sith inquisitor #swtor sith inquisitor #my oc #lord kallig #neutral si darth occlus

[docgold13]

Hey Doc, what do you think of the Inquisitors? Personally they feel like they could be a great idea on paper but in execution it feels like they get exceedingly lame with everyone appearance.

Also huge missed opportunity to not make Bariss Offee an inquisitor smh my head Disney.

I felt the Inquisitors worked better in the Star Wars Rebels animated series. And I was surprised when the Seventh Sister (or whichever the one it was who was voiced by Sarah Michelle Geller) didn't actually turn out to be Bariss Offee... because that's definitely who I thought she was. I agree not utilizing Bariss in either of these naratives was a missed opportunity.

The Inquisitors in the Obi-Wan series left me a little cold. The series as a whole could have used a few more rounds in the story-editing department. The Inquisitors were meant to be super intimidating, but they proved just as feckless and incompetent as your standard stormtrooper.

That said, the actress who portrayed Reva really nailed the boiling-cauldron-of-rage-just-under-the-surface schtick. Her barely repressed anger was much more convincing than that of Anakins during the prequel trilogy. She was great.

Although surviving a lightsaber to the midsection stretched my willing suspension of disbelief too far... Are red lightsabers just less powerful? Because the Grand Inquisitor survived a similar gut-shot...