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silverskye13 · 1 month

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Ask game: so originally I was going to ask for some kind of angst with RnS Helsknight and then I saw “turned into an animal” and now I cannot stop thinking about him turned into like. A dog or something. Could you,,, draw that pretty please :]

(I also think Tanguish would find that situation hilarious)

"You deserve this," Tanguish informed him, hiding a laugh behind a hand. "You should've kept your thoughts to yourself until we were back home, but no, you had to tease me about the stupid cat curse while we were still in front of the church, and now look at you."

Helsknight much to Tanguish's glee, did in fact look down at himself, a gesture that looked incredibly cartoonish on a dog, even a big, wolfish dog, which he was. Helsknight was all mean angles and teeth and hackles, with red-brown fur that thinned around his scars. He looked like the sort of dog that got into fights in alleys and junkyards, with a bite to take fingers off, and somehow, sitting on the cobblestones and looking down despondently at his paws, he also managed to look like the silliest thing on earth.

"You poor thing," Tanguish said, ruffling the top of his head. He snatched his hand away when Helsknight snapped at it. "Oh don't be like that. I am sorry you got turned into a dog. But you've got to admit it's a little funny."

Helsknight growled deep and low in his chest, probably trying to convey that no, it was not funny in the slightest. Except the tip of his tail was twitching, betraying begrudging amusement at his turn in fortune.

"You're massive," Tanguish observed as Helsknight stood and shook out his fur. "Well, you're smaller than normal. But for a dog you're huge. You know, I've heard they put teams of big dogs on sleds and make them pull people through snow. I bet you could pull a sled."

Helsknight tilted his head slowly in Tanguish's direction, ears angling back, teeth barred just slightly, in an expression that could be best read as, try to put a sled on me, and you will never be able to use your hands again.

"It could be fun."

Helsknight's eyes narrowed, which Tanguish read as, sure, and living without hands would also be fun.

"You're supposed to chase sticks in the mud, not be one," Tanguish sniffed indignantly. Helsknight did his best impression of an eye roll -- a motion that tilted his snout back in a funny little half circle -- and butted his head into the back of Tanguish's knee, sending him stumbling.

"Alright! Alright. Let's go see if we can find a curse breaker further up the road." Tanguish said, leading the way down the street. "You know, your sense of humor was better when you were a person."

Helsknight made a harrumph noise and stuck his nose in the air. Tanguish decided dignity looked ridiculous on dogs.

"D'you wanna chase?" Tanguish asked, lilting his voice up in faux excitement at the end of the sentence. Helsknight's ears perked as did his tail -- and then he forced them back down again into a scowl when Tanguish started laughing. "You're just like a dog! You got all excited and everything! Should I get you a lead and take you on walkies?"

Helsknight growled and snapped at him. Tanguish sprung out of the way, and again when Helsknight snapped at him a second time. Then they were running off down the road, Tanguish laughing, dodging in between pedestrians as Helsknight barked and growled and loped on his heels, tail wagging and claws skittering on the cobblestones. They ran all the way to the square in the city center, where Tanguish finally stopped at the fountain, too winded to go any further, laughing breathlessly. Helsknight bounded straight over the fountain's edge and into the water, and Tanguish figured he probably splashed him on purpose.

"Well you can't be that angry about this," Tanguish chuckled. "Your tail's been wagging for the past twenty minutes."

Helsknight, still up to his chest in the water fountain, looked back at his treacherous tail with murderous intent. He snapped at it, missed, snapped at it again, spun in too quick a circle after it and fell over into the water. Tanguish fell onto the cobblestones too, laughing too hard to breathe.

Gods. He couldn't wait to tell the guys at the Colosseum about this.

#Situations Asks #peregrine5 #im love them your honor theyre so stupid #rns ficlet

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girlactionfigure · 7 months

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Know Thine enemy

I am not a Jew and I’m not a citizen of Israel. I haven’t even visited Israel. I don’t trace my religion back to a holy site in Jerusalem and I don’t have a problem with Arabs or Muslims or Christians. I’ve read about Abraham, Moses, David and Solomon; the Umayyads, the Abbasids and the Ottomans; I know about the British, the Balfour declaration, Ben Gurion and Golda Meir. I know a bit about the Six-Day War and the Intifada. I might not have any personal stake in the Holy Land, but humanity certainly does - and I’m a human being.

The women, men, children, elderly people and soldiers who were kidnapped, tortured, raped, humiliated and murdered on Saturday by Hamas in sovereign Israel were human beings too.

Those who did it to them are not.

Imagine what kind of rational and ethical gymnastics you have to do to justify the cold-blooded murder of teenagers at a music festival; or watching a child, perhaps 5 years old, being prodded with a stick and made to cry for his mother in Hebrew while children of a similar age laugh and mock him? We don’t know that child’s fate and for all we know what followed may have been much worse. It’s depraved. To even enter a conversation about these disgraceful facts with a rehearsed retort about territory or Gaza being an “open-air prison” reeks of moral bankruptcy.

If you wail and scream about your land, dignity, rights, oppression and poverty but are willing to murder, rape, kidnap, torture or humiliate children; then I don’t have to listen to your reasons. When the video footage, photographs and stories of Saturday’s carnage come not from "Israeli propaganda” but from the Hamas terrorists themselves, then how am I to read anything else into it but that you want credit for these atrocities? You want me to know you did it. You want me to know you are proud of it. You want me to see you for who you are. Well, I do.

So, if you swarmed the Israeli Embassy in London, waving Palestinian flags and calling for genocide; if you went down to Times Square to celebrate a victory for decolonisation against “apartheid Israel”; if you sang along to “gas the Jews” chants at the Sydney Opera House or hung a “one settler, one bullet” Palestinian flag over Grayston bridge in Johannesburg then you’re telling me who you are. Well, I see you - and you’re my enemy.

I’m one of those people who believe civilisation is a real thing, and I’ve resisted the poison of moral relativists in the humanities departments of universities across the west who think that being nuanced about the idea of civilisation versus barbarism is a signal of intellectual prowess or critical self-reflection. Upon even a cursory investigation of these people or their positions, you will find every sign of pedestrian intelligence and self-absorbed navel-gazing, combined with a fetishisation of victimhood and always concomitant humourlessness. They too, are my enemies.

It is always interesting to note that only western liberal democracies tolerate and give succour to the most heinous arguments and positions in public protests. You couldn’t picket on the side of quite laudable things like education for girls in Taliban Afghanistan, gay rights in Syria, or against the death penalty in Saudi Arabia. The Ayatollahs of Iran wouldn’t allow women to protest the hijab there under threats of violence. But London, New York, Sydney and even Johannesburg will embrace marches where people actively call for genocide. This is not how allies behave.

Perhaps when the dust has settled we can examine the insidious links between Anglo-American leftism and antisemitism, between Europe never reckoning with what happened in the holocaust and their growing Muslim populations, and between ignorant regimes like mine in South Africa and their determination to stand alongside the worst human-rights abusers in the Middle East.

For now, it’s no big mystery that this has nothing to do with the existence of the State of Israel and everything to do with Jew-hatred - that great, festering wound in the side of humanity from which all prejudice flows. It has been there for thousands of years and every time we think it has healed, some monstrous collective claws it open again.

Hamas aren’t hiding the ball. Their leader, Ismail Haniyeh, safely skulking in Qatar, made this clear. He celebrated dead Jews, not territory won, nor Gazan lives saved.

I’m afraid there are only two sides in a war - your allies and your enemies. On September 11th, 2001, I knew whose side I was on. I feel the same today.

Gareth

Gareth Cliff

#Israel #AmYisraelChai

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energyprison · 5 months

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Excersizing my pedestrian right of way with quiet dignity while the guy in the f350 fumes in impotent rage

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thoughtportal · 1 year

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go to your local government meetings. Organize events like this in your city.

#tiktok #urban design #urban planning #city government #local government #pedestrian dignity #pedestrian networks #pedestrian #pedestrians #accessibility

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justalonelybitch · 1 year

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Not So Sneaky Spies

Yeojin x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: so much chaos, swearing

Word Count: 1.8k

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“Something’s up with her,” Sooyoung muttered with narrowed eyes as she watched their youngest member slip out the door with a smile far wider than usual adorning her lips. Jungeun hummed in agreement, eyes glued to the front door. “Who?” Jinsoul questioned, clueless, receiving a playful punch on the shoulder from Hyejoo. “Yeojin, you dummy,” the youngest in the room scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “What do you think she’s up to?” Choerry asked, eyes dancing with curiosity. “Drugs?” Hyunjin pondered thoughtfully, earning immediate shouts in disagreement from all the members. “I was kidding,” she raised her arms defensively, shaking her head in amusement.

“We could always follow her,” Heejin suggested, eyes darting towards their leader in search of approval. “I don’t know, she’s old enough to be making her own decisions now,” Haseul mumbled, gnawing on the inside of her cheek. “Aren’t you even a little curious?” Chaewon spoke, raising her brows. The leader merely hummed, unable to deny her growing curiosity, but still remaining hesitant. “I’m not entirely opposed to the idea,” Kahei provided her input, eager members cheering victoriously. “Oh what the heck, let's do this!” Haseul agreed, everything jumping to their feet and toppling over each other as they rushed for the door.

“Just one small problem,” Heejin mumbled as they awkwardly stopped outside the dorm. “We have no idea where the hell Yeojin is,” Hyunjin finished her sentence with a proud smile. “That’s fine, Sooyoung unnie can just track her phone,” Jiwoo exclaimed with a grin, the mentioned girl nudging her side with wide eyes. “You have a tracker on her phone?” Hyejoo asked as a chuckle slipped past her triangle shaped lips. “She has one on yours too!” Jiwoo blurted out, Sooyoung running a frustrated hand through her hair. “Whatever, lets just find her,” the latter mumbled in defeat, pulling out her phone reluctantly. Everyone pushed and whined as they fought to look over her shoulder, yells of confusion echoing around them at the location displayed on her screen.

“That kid spends all her money on clothes we don’t even let her wear in public, there’s no way she can afford to go to an expensive restaurant like that!” Jungeun yelled, pointing at the screen in disbelief. “She’s probably on a date,” Hyunjin muttered, an alarmingly calm expression plastered on her face. “NO!” Several of the older girls screeched in protest, hands clapping over their mouths. “My child is growing up,” Haseul cried out, wiping nonexistent tears from her eyes. Hyejoo rolled her eyes in disgust at their exclamations, but still scrunching her face up at the thought of Yeojin on a date. “Let’s just go, and if you’re this loud we won’t go,” Kahei ordered, trying to keep her composure as everyone went wild.

Quieting down at the threat, they all began to wander aimlessly through the streets, following Sooyoung’s commands with every turn. There was the occasional grunt or shriek, but for the most part they maintained their dignity. “Are we almost there yet?” Choerry asked with an eager grin, their current map operator responding with a nod. They were all thankful that the restaurant wasn’t far from the dorms, having not thought about the possibilities of it being hours away before rushing out the door. “Is that her?” Jiwoo screeched upon turning a corner, glancing into the large glass window of a restaurant across the street. Jungeun smacks her arm in warning, the volume of the bubbly girl's voice alerting innocent pedestrians.

“Everybody be quiet!” Haseul whispered, silencing the group with her authority. They all stared wide eyed across the road, eyes locked on the easily recognisable Yeojin. “So she really is on a date,” Jinsoul muttered in surprise, squinting in an attempt to make out the mysterious person she was with. “Thank god she’s gay,” Sooyoung placed her hand over her chest, breathing out a sigh of relief. Chaewon snickered the oldest words, shaking her head in amusement. “The girl she’s with looks familiar,” Heejin muttered thoughtfully, leaning forwards to get a closer look. “Heekie you’re gonna get run over!” Jiwoo tugged the younger girl back as a car whizzed by, frowning as she pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“Oh shit,” Sooyoung muttered as she glanced down at her now buzzing phone, Yeojin’s contact lighting up the screen.

~~ You chuckled as Yeojin stared down at her plate of food with a twinkle in her eye, beaming at the expensive variation. “Dating an actress was the best decision I’ve ever made,” she exclaimed with a bright smile, beaming up at you. “I hope you like me for more than my money,” you teased, chuckling at the way she glanced around the restaurant in awe. “Of course not,” she assured, reaching across the table to grab your hand. “Although it is definitely a bonus!” She grinned, digging into the food. “What did you tell your members this time?” You asked with an amused smile, taking a small bite of your meal before focusing all your attention on her. “I managed to escape unnoticed,” she admitted proudly, eyes dancing with mischief.

Shaking your head fondly, you gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “How’s the food?” You questioned anxiously, patiently awaiting her answer. “It’s amazing, I can’t believe you’ve never suggested this for a date night before,” she spoke, reaching over to steal some food from your plate. “I wanted to save it for a special occasion,” you reasoned, playfully smacking her hand away. “It's hard to believe that we’ve already been together for a year,” you commented with a dreamy smile, Yeojin giggling at your expression. “It feels like it’s been longer,” she admitted thoughtfully, running her thumb over your knuckles. “Remember when we first met,” you brought up with a cheeky grin, your girlfriend groaning in embarrassment.

“It wasn’t that bad,” you insisted, laughing as Yeojin began to whine. “You only say that because it wasn’t you who practically forgot how to talk!” She groaned, blood rushing to her face. “I thought it was cute,” you stated, a fond smile tugging at your lips. “You’re the first person I’ve ever been shy in front of,” she confessed, face scrunched up in mortification. “Well I’m just glad you approached me,” you smiled sincerely, eyes crinkling into crescents. “Even though you couldn’t talk,” you added, unable to resist the urge to tease her. “If you don’t shut up I’m going to start regretting making that impulse decision,” she grumbled, narrowing her eyes at you.

“Nope, you love me too much!” You shook your head dismissively, eyes shining with joy. “You underestimate my ability to hold a grudge, Y/n.” Yeojin crossed her arms over her chest, sending you a threatening glare. “Fine, I’ll stop,” you concede, pouting as she turned her head away from you with a faux expression of anger. “Yeojin,” you whined, receiving only a cold glance in response. “I love you~ Please don’t ignore me!” You said her eyes narrowing slightly, the ghost of a smile creeping onto her lips. “I’m sorry for teasing you, but I would also like to remind you that your amazing girlfriend is paying for all this.” You grinned as she finally let up, dropping her arms to her sides. “You’re forgiven, but only because I love you. No more teasing tonight” she said, shooting you a warning glare.

Digging back into her untouched plate of food, she noticed you began to grow uncharacteristically silent. Glancing up, she found your gaze out the window, head tilted in confusion. “What’s wrong?” She questioned, worried by your sudden mood change. “Remember how you said you got out of the dorms unnoticed?” She hummed in agreement, raising her brows as she waited for you to elaborate. “I don’t believe you were as stealthy as you initially thought,” you winced, subtly nodding your head to the right. Following your gaze, her eyes widened in surprise, a groan leaving her lips. The urge to slam her head on the table had never been more strong, Yeojin pulling her phone from her pocket.

“Give a second,” she sent you a tight lipped smile, clicking on Sooyoung’s contact and raising her phone to her ear. She watched as the girl across the street almost threw her phone on the road in a panic before reluctantly picking up. “Hey Yeojin,” Sooyoung greeted, an audible gulp could be heard through the phone’s speaker alongside the hushed chatter of the other members. “Would you care to explain why you’re all staring at me from across the road like creepy stalkers?” She asked, voice sickly sweet as she plastered a faux smile on her lips. “Umm, would you believe me if I said we were on a treasure hunt?” Sooyoung attempted to come up with a lame excuse.

“Am I the treasure?” Yeojin huffed, meeting your concerned gaze from across the table. “Uh, no.. maybe.” Sooyoung winced at her own words. “Yeojin is that Y/n?!” Heejin’s booming voice met her ears, the bunny-like girl’s eyes wide at the revelation. “Yes,” the youngest admitted with little prying, audible gasps could be heard ringing around the group. “You’re dating THE Y/n!” Jiwoo screeched in excitement, everyone wincing at the volume of her voice. “Why didn’t you tell us?” Sooyoung asked with a frown, not liking the idea of their youngest hiding things from her. “Because she’s beautiful and you’re all feral lesbians,” Yeojin explained simply, a surprised cough leaving your lips as you choked on your drink.

“She has a good point,” Jinsoul mumbled thoughtfully. “We’ll can talk when I get home tonight, but for now let me enjoy my date,” Yeojin suggested, sending you a hopeful smile. “Fine, but you’re not getting out of this one easily!” Haseul yelled through the phone, beginning to round up all the members. “Great, now go away,” Yeojin bit back a grin as Sooyoung began to scold her. “Bye!” She exclaimed, hanging up with a sigh of relief. “All sorted?” You asked, eyes swirling with amusement at the interaction, your girlfriend hummed in agreement. “Just in time for dessert!” You exclaimed, chuckling as her expression morphed into one of pure excitement, cheering and clapping her hands as the waiter placed the sweet treats on your table.

“Does this mean that I get to meet your members?” You asked hopefully, eyes shining in anticipation. “I suppose so,” she agreed, nodding her head hesitantly. “Although I’m not sure why you’d want to. You saw how weird they are,” she shuddered at the thought, glancing across the street to make sure they’d actually left. “Yeah, but it’s kinda cute how much they care about you,” you smiled. “Care? More like nosy,” she snorted, watching as your expression fell at her words. “But if you really want to then I can arrange that,” Yeojin gave in, reaching over the table to grasp your hand once more. “Yay!” You cheered, eyes gleaming with excitement. If only you knew what you were getting yourself into.

#LOONA IMAGINES #LOONA X READER #YEOJIN IMAGINES #YEOJIN X READER #LOONA #YEOJIN #LOONA YEOJIN #YEOJIN SCENARIOS #LOONA SCENARIOS #LOONA DRABLES #YEOJIN DRABBLES #YEOJIN FLUFF #GG IMAGINES #KPOP #GXG #WLW #FANFIC #KPOP FANFIC #FLUFF

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lisabet35 · 3 months

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📍 shimla, himachal pradesh

In the warm afternoon glow, amidst the bustling streets, there stands a man, weathered by time yet resilient in spirit, selling apples on the roadside. His weathered hands tenderly arrange the fruit, each one a testament to his unwavering determination to survive. With every passing car and pedestrian, he wears a hopeful smile, his eyes reflecting a silent plea for recognition amidst the chaos. With each apple, he pours his heart into the art of persuasion, weaving tales of their sweetness and crispness, hoping to entice passersby into purchasing a taste of his humble offering. For him, it's not just about selling apples; it's about preserving his dignity, clinging onto the flicker of hope that one day, his perseverance will bear fruit, and his struggle will be but a distant memory.

#shimla #himachal pradesh #apples #survival #markets

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theneighborhoodlisten · 5 months

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Ep 113: On the Season 1 finale of The Neighborhood Listen, Burnt and Joan discuss the terror of treehouses, pigeon posts, and Doug’s pyramid scheme. Plus, Nicholas (Mitch Silpa) visits the studio to explain his Whisps Crisps “deal.”

#the neighborhood listen #dignity falls #burnt millepede #joan pedestrian #doug korn pedestrian #mitch silpa #bridesmaids #two old queens

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witchwhodoesvoodoos · 1 year

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been busy with a hanta sero x reader fic (yeah i took the matter into my own hands lol all the wips i have will be the death of me) but happy new year guys! (^-^) here's a little treat to commemorate the event!

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villain doesn't celebrate new years.

they're not certain if it's the noise it brings, or the blinding lights of the explosions being set, that they'd rather stay inside than wreak havoc in the city. it's ironic. they relish at the sight of a building being engulfed in hungry flames and hum along with terrified screams and sirens, but grimace at speakers blasting loud, upbeat music and fireworks stroking bright colors at the night sky.

maybe it's part of their bad guy persona. honestly, they don't care. what they care about is tonight is new year's eve, and they have no choice but to go out.

"Bibi!" called villain as they march across the busy street. it was a grave mistake, forgetting to close the door after receiving their pet's favorite food they ordered online. they should have been more careful, more attentive. now look where their carelessness led them. in the city. suffocating amidst the waves of crowds. hungry and nervous and impatient.

villain could've just use one of their multitude of inventions to track the little pomeranian. of course, why hadn't they thought of that?—another mistake.

why did they make the effort to track Bibi themselves? to restore their dignity? their ego? what exactly would they gain from doing this? they would find Bibi for sure, but what else?

"Momma, when are we going to see fireworks?"

villain had just realized they stopped on their tracks, too immersed in their own thoughts to take another step forward. their gaze darted at a kid with his mother standing by the pedestrian lane, waiting for the go signal so they can walk to the other side.

"Soon, sweetie, but I'm afraid you'll sleep through it like what you did last year." his mom chuckled.

"I won't! promise!"

huh, that's strange.

little by little, all villain sees molded into a hazy blur, as if time slowed and sped up at the same time. different conversations from different people crawled into villain's ears.

"I'm starving! I can't wait to go home and eat dad's cooking."

"I already bought the shoes that you wanted, is there anything else?"

"Let's go karaoke!"

"Do you want some coffee to keep you up 'til midnight?"

"Take care, love you!"

huh, truly strange.

all of a sudden, a hand patted villain's back. the uncomfortable feeling pooling in their stomach wanes when they heard a familiar voice: "I almost mistook you for a distorted pole in the middle of the sidewalk, villain."

"hero," villain murmured, turning to the side to get a better look of them. even in their civilian clothes, hero's as dashing as ever. and to villain's surprise, in their arm rests a cheery Bibi. "you found her."

villain carefully takes their pet in their arms. a surge of relief flowing through their veins.

"i can't wrap my mind on how tiny she is and managed to devour a whole fucking trash can. how did you even get her to do that?"

"You ate a trash can?" villain, flabbergasted, held the clueless pomeranian up in the air like a baby, missing hero's question. "Bad Bibi!"

it was too late when villain realized what they'd done. as they met hero's stare, hero's already stifling a grin. "never knew there'd come a day I'll see you act like that,"

"act like what?" this is villain's last resort to save what's left of their pride.

"cute," hero muttered, enough for villain to catch on.

what are you supposed to say after that? villain asked themselves as they quickly let their feet take them elsewhere, cheeks burning in embarrassment. should they set hero's agency on fire to get back at them? that would be fair right?

Bibi barked, as if she's aware of villain's plan and doesn't approve of it. can she read minds now? resurrection serum has no such side effects.

villain sighed. new year's eve really has some serious impact on everyone. however, it's not like hero never pulled off something like that before...

"where are you going?" hero reappeared on villain's side, matching their footsteps so they could continue their conversation. "were you going to buy something for the new year? let me help you."

"no. go away," villain kept their eyes straight ahead. they don't know where they're going. their lair is in the opposite direction.

"Bibi seems like she doesn't want me to leave, though." —and hero's right. Bibi's wagging her tail at them. traitor.

"aren't you busy?" villain huffs.

hero thought for a while. one, two, three seconds, then smirked. "yeah, so?"

"then why are you still here?"

"I'm waiting for you to notice we're walking towards my place,"

oh, shit.

"Don't turn back now," hero laughs and wrapped their hand around villain's waist to keep them from backtracking.

how did it come to this? villain can feel their face heating up again. Bibi barked once more, a happy bark. she toss and turn until villain had no choice but to let hero have her. no eye contact was made, but villain did steal a hasty glance at them.

this near, seeing hero cradling Bibi—the only treasure villain has—it's nice... comforting, even. their chest became ten times lighter, mind clear and at peace.

hero peered up at villain, their lips forming a genuine smile. "Let's make this new year a special one, shall we?"

a stray firework erupted, but the colors didn't irritate villain like it used to. in fact, it looked pretty. the noise, no matter how loud and incomprehensible it is, wasn't a bother anymore.

villain doesn't celebrate new years.

but with hero, maybe they will.

#happy new year #villain #hero #villain x hero #hero x villain #a little treat from me cause why not #i finished this at 11 31 in the fucking evening my sleep schedule is crying on the floor #whump scenario #whump community #villain and hero #whump writing #whump prompt #writerblr #ao3 #cheers to y'all #rooting for y'all in the new year<3 #i rushed the ending sorry but i really wanna sleep please let me sleep

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maiaspen · 1 year

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Hey “Oblivion Gin” readers!

I swear to the Force that I am working hard on the finale for you! 💚 My writing confidence took a bit of a hit last month. I am human. I go through feels, sometimes inconvenient ones.

Thank you to all of my readers for continuing to support and encourage me. I’m hoping to have the story finished this month. 💪

Here’s another little teaser for you. The scene picking up where my last teaser left off. Here

I also have glorious supporting art by @kana7o to treat your eyes 😏

Please remember that this is a very rough draft, what ultimately makes it onto ao3 will be heavily scrutinized 🧐 these are just the raw words as they pour out of me.

Thank you all for your support! I can’t wait to share the full finale with you 💚💚💚

xo Maia

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Chapter 9 excerpt…

Anakin doubles his already quite doubled efforts to hustle, weaving pedestrians and commuters on citibikes and landspeeders. He’s aware that his surroundings are Coruscant-rush-hour-level-of-loud, and that it’s daylight; but only because Orea Dea’s singular sun has teamed-up with the Force to highlight his Jedi targets.

Entering the crowded spaceport, Anakin decelerates to a sneaky jog. The Force insists that he assess the situation before drawing his lightsaber and trimming Fisto’s tentacles (and testicles).

The pair of Masters are standing – huddled shoulder-to-shoulder– next to a cargo freighter that looks like it’s being prepped for take-off.

To Anakin’s tremendous relief, Obi-Wan’s posture is strong. He’s handsome as ever, fair head and facial-hair have been groomed to perfection. He’s dressed in his boots and tunic, which the medical staff was kind enough to launder. All of the sweaty-oily-mulchy- bloody souvenirs from their crab droid and ass face battle royales have been cleared away. Obi-Wan looks the epitome of a proper Jedi Master. But Fisto . . .

The droid wasn’t exaggerating.

Anakin gasps as bewilderment sweeps like a blizzard through his mind, whiting-out thoughts of all else but what Fisto is wearing. Or rather– not wearing.

(Thank you @kana7o for this Fisto sketch💚)

The Nautolan is clad in a darkened leather toga – a toga that looks like it’s been sized for Master Yoda. The skirt portion brushes his thick thighs, barely concealing his dignity. If there is a gust of wind – or if Fisto even raises his arms to stretch – everyone in this spaceport will see his cock and balls! Unless he’s wearing underwear, which Anakin strongly doubts. And the green bastard is wearing the toga like he’s doing it a favor. His muscles are bursting out of the garment. Those chiseled biceps and pecs belong on a Holomovie screen (probably a porno), not a public spaceport. There are younglings milling about!

Has the Nautolan been working-out obsessively the whole time they’ve been hospitalized? Gaining muscle and losing modesty?! Even from eight meters away Anakin can count his eight abdominals.

The ‘outfit’ includes knee-high strappy sandals, which accentuate his strong calves, and even– is that a collar? And, yes, Fisto is wearing a collar. A leather one with a metalloid loop. It’s like he’s begging to be latched by some kinky leash.

Master Kit Fisto is hotter than fire. He’s center-of-a-sun, liquid magma hot. How his toga hasn’t burst into flames, Anakin does not know. And, right now, Obi-Wan is reaching upward . . . laying a hand on that bulging bicep and squeezing—

“MASTER!” Anakin screams as though Obi-Wan is touching liquid magma! With a mighty Force-leap he closes the distance, landing before the Masters and snatching Obi-Wan’s hand. Anakin holds his Master’s hand to his chest like he’s saved it from a brutal roasting.

Obi-Wan makes a face like Anakin has pissed in his morning tea.

So, Anakin counters: pushing his bottom lip out, going for the most adorable pout he can muster. The kind of expression that always softened his mother’s irritation when he was late for their evening meal. To Anakin’s surprise, Obi-Wan actually blushes. Really blushes. Anakin is certain his rouge can be seen from outer space. Did touching Fisto actually burn him?

Suddenly, Anakin can feel his Master’s Force signature again – vibrating and sizzling like it’s super-heating. But Master Kenobi quickly regains control of his dermal blood vessels and his shielding, retaining the aurora of one who is cool and centered.

“I’ll take this back, thank you,” Obi-Wan says as he pulls his hand from Anakin’s grasp. He then offers a small but earnest smile, adding: “It’s good to see you up and about again, Anakin.”

“Thank you, Master. I can say the same to you–” Anakin starts, intending to ask what-in-all-the-hells is going on, when Fisto clears his throat.

The Nautolan grins broadly, teeth glinting like pearls under the sunlight. Anakin orders himself to keep looking at Fisto’s teeth. Not lower, not lower. “It is indeed good to see you both up and about,” Fisto declares. “I spoke with Master Windu this morning. The Council is sending a team to sluth-out what happened to the senator’s shuttle. They will arrive tomorrow, at which time you two are to take their transport back to Coruscant. I’m afraid our little shuttle is officially out-of-commission.”

Anakin processes Fisto’s words out loud. “So. Master Fisto, you won’t be . . .” he pauses. Pushing the obnoxious optimism from his voice is like trying to shove against a stubborn bantha. “ . . . you won’t be joining us on our voyage to Coruscant?”

Fisto smirks as though he is a stubborn bantha. “No.”

Anakin’s signature surges like a double nova! He barely resists cartwheeling all over the spaceport! He and Obi-Wan will be traveling back to Coruscant together and alone.

And are they spending the night here alone, too? Or is Fisto in his ‘little slut get-up’ going to be the third wheel?

“What’s with the, um,” Anakin waves his hands vaguely about Fisto’s ensemble. “The whole . . . whore look? And where did you get that outfit anyway? Are you going somewhere dressed like that?”

Obi-Wan cringes at Anakin’s words, but Fisto’s already broad smile only widens. “I’m being deployed. Immediately,” Fisto points to the nearby cargo freighter. “It’s an undercover mission. I’m being smuggled to Nal Hutta as a pleasure slave. I’m to be sold upon landing to my . . . target. I cannot divulge any further details, you understand. And, Skywalker, the Council has wardrobe sources on nearly every Republic planet,” Fisto says as though Anakin should know that. Which he does, he just didn’t know that the Republic’s sources kept skimpy togas on hand.

The weight of Fisto’s words take a moment to sink into Anakin’s brain, but when they do . . .

Anakin shakes his head, wanting the weight to be gone. “Hold on, the Council is sending you alone?”

Fisto nods. “They are.”

“Kit is quite capable of handling himself,” Obi-Wan interjects carefully, sensing Anakin’s . . . what? His concern? No. No way. He’s not concerned for Fisto safety. He’s fucking thrilled that Fisto is going away. Far, far away.

Anakin scoffs, though the sound comes out as more nervous than he’d intended. “Yeah, of course. I mean, obviously. But . . . is the mission dangerous? Are you going to have to perform sex duties and–?”

“Anakin. Kit cannot share any further details with us,” Obi-Wan scold-reminds, though Anakin can now sense that his Master is concerned. Obi-Wan turns his attention back upon Fisto, and smiles with warm reassurance. “I am glad for this opportunity to see you off, Kit.”

“Me too,” Anakin says, then turns an accusatory glare upon his Master. “Though, how come neither of you were planning to include me? I couldn’t sense you, Master. And if I hadn’t returned to your sickbed when I did, and interrogated that awful droid, then I may not have even found you on time.”

Obi-Wan lowers his voice as though trying to sooth a hostile assailant: “I needed to have a private word with Kit–”

Anakin intercepts his Master’s defense. “A private word, huh? Is that the only private thing you needed to have?”

Obi-Wan’s eyes narrow fractionally, but his smile doesn’t falter. “Besides, Anakin, the medical droid reported that you were occupied.”

Uninterested in Obi-Wan’s paltry excuses, Anakin turns his accusatory glare upon the scantily-clad Nautolan. “And you! Couldn’t you have changed into that on the freighter instead of schutta-strutting around this port?!”

Amusement flickers over Fisto’s signature and within his eyes. “The droid crew has been programmed to thoroughly shackle me upon boarding. While I am an apt-multitasker, I’m afraid that I cannot undress and redress with my arms, legs and neck bound.” Fisto looks to the cargo freighter, which is flashing its ‘five-minutes-to-launch’ warning. He reaches behind himself, and Anakin only now notices that Fisto is wearing a leather satchel. He rummages within the satchel until he finds something that makes his signature ping with delight.

“Ah, here,” Fisto pulls out the half-empty bottle of Oblivion Gin. “The Council has granted you both the evening free. You have orders to relax, and I am ordering you to . . . indulge,” his grin thins into a cheeky smirk. “Enjoy.” Fisto hands Obi-Wan the bottle. Obi-Wan accepts the gin as though Fisto is giving him a writhing whip-snake.

“Oh, oh . . . really, I cannot accept. This is far too . . . generous,” Obi-Wan almost sounds flustered.

“I insist,” Fisto pushes the bottle at Obi-Wan with oomph, and he begrudgingly accepts. “A shot or two will do you good, my friend. And you,” Fisto’s dark eyes find Anakin’s, flaring with equal parts challenge and warning. “You may need three or four shots.”

“ALL ABOARD!” A mechanical voice blears loudly from the cargo freighter. “WE WILL DEPART IN TWO MINUTES.”

Anakin opens his mouth to say something . . . say thank you? Say goodbye? Say good luck? But it’s suddenly like all of this planet’s air has been sucked away into space, and no words come out.

Anakin feels Fisto’s large, cool hand on his right shoulder, offering a brief squeeze of reassurance. Then he watches as Fisto grants Obi-Wan the same gesture, which Obi-Wan returns.

“My comrades,” Fisto says those two words in a way that makes Anakin’s heart-clench, though he doesn’t know why. “Our physical bodies do not have forever,” Fisto’s gaze sweeps from Obi-Wan’s to Anakin’s and back again. Under the brilliant sunlight Fisto’s blacker-than-black eyes are not black at all. They are a warm honeyed-gold, flecked with blue from the sky. “Time is short, and most of ours is filled with brutality and turmoil . . .” he flashes those too-perfect teeth. Again. “So, go on then, fill as much time as you can with happiness.”

“ALL ABOARD! WE WILL DEPART IN ONE MINUTE.”

“May the Force be with you,” Fisto bids them, then turns on his sandaled heels, tentacles bouncing, and sprints for the freighter.

As Fisto rushes away his toga skirt flares upward and –

By the Force.

Fisto is definitely not wearing any underwear. And his bare ass . . . well, it looks just as holoporn-worthy as the rest of him. The Nautolan probably possesses the two most flawlessly firm green globes in the galaxy. And, really, Anakin expected nothing less.

Several nearby senients squeal in horny delight – like they’ve been flashed by some celebrity heartthrob. An older female Rodian swoons and sways on her feet like she’s about to faint. Fortunately her traveling companion steadies her, though his jaw has nearly dropped to the walkway.

Anakin is surprised to hear himself laughing, and, damn, it actually sounds and feels . . . good. “May the Force be with you, too, Master!” Anakin calls after Fisto, straining his voice over the whirring engine and roaring thrusters.

“May the Force be with you,” Obi-Wan barely whispers. Anakin doubts Fisto even heard him, though he’s certain that the Nautolan feels the sentiment.

Anakin and Obi-Wan watch as Fisto’s tentacles disappear up the closing loading ramp. Within three heartbeats the freighter launches into the bright sky, fading away toward the outer rim.

Anakin’s mirth fades along with the freighter. A new concern has wriggled into his brain. “Does Fisto even have his lightsaber? He can’t possibly be keeping it inside that satchel. The first thing the slavers will do is search his belongings.”

Obi-Wan frowns thoughtfully. “He would not be storing it in the satchel, no.”

“Then where . . .”

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