#there should be a tag for clone info too

[smalltimidbean]

What's inside your Fake Peppino?

I wanted to show how clone tongues are stored inside them, but then it turned into a full anatomy diagram kjfgkj - I was gonna make one for Peppiclones too, but that would have been redundant since they are the same thing, just in a smaller package kdfggdsfg

More info under cut - but be warned bc I am not a science man, even if I try to base it on real stuff kfgdsg - it's also a wacky cartoon world so it doesn't have to make real life sense

This is also a 'standard' clone, so other clones with additional DNA might have extra organs or whatever

Please also note there are mentions of body horror, injury, death, sexual reproduction, and vomit (phrased as 'regurgitation') but nothing graphic

All aspects of a clone are made of the same material - a highly malleable dough-like matter - just in different forms or densities. Clone matter can take on most properties, turning from liquid to solid in seconds, and even mimic different textures or colours, but they will always return to its default state after some time - although the default state can be altered via a clone's own desires, an overabundance or a lack of food, trauma or another outside influence.

The Membrane, or the 'skin', is the outermost layer and gives a clone their structure. It is around 3–4 inches (7-10cm) thick, thinner around the hands, eyes and orifices, and thicker around the organs - the thickest the membrane will get is if a clone develops a pouch, which is around 6–7 inches (15-17cm) thick, protecting any offspring inside. The membrane is fairly resilient - most damage simply bouncing off it - but it still can be cut/punctured/etc, causing a clone to 'ooze' (the equivalent of bleeding), but this is quickly healed dependent on damage taken, and how much 'blood' they have.

The membrane is quite porous, and a clone is able to absorb things through it - although this is more prominent for newborn clones, as they have yet to learn how to eat properly, and their membrane is not as thick. Liquids can pass through the membrane easily, but solid matter requires some time.

The 'Blood' (for lack of a better term) is not actually blood, but a more-liquid form of clone matter. It is full of nutrients and keeps a clone healthy. Anything digested by a clone is turned into this fluid and then predominantly used as an energy source for a clone. If there is an abundance of food, clones will continue to store this fluid inside them until required - this also causes the membrane of a clone to expand to accommodate this, making them larger as a result.

Alternatively, if a clone is injured severely causing excessive 'oozing' or experiencing a lack of food, and is using up 'blood' reserves, the membrane will shrink around the fluid, making them smaller - or if they are loosing a lot of 'blood' quickly, they will just lose their shape, appearing to 'deflate'.

The 'blood' is also used as other bodily fluids, as saliva and tears etc, and changes viscosity as needed.

The Brain is possibly the most important part of a clone, as it tells all other parts what to do. If the brain is destroyed, or severely damaged or starved, a clone will be killed. Although it is commonplace for clones to toss their heads around as projectiles, leaving their brains exposed - they are not very smart... But it also can be a sign a clone trusts someone, if they feel comfortable enough to have their brains exposed for long periods of time, and some clones even swap heads as a bonding experience.

The Brain 'Legs' are not actually 'legs' but part of a clone's nervous system. These were named after the fact that if a clone is in a dire situation, the brain and main nerve will eject itself from the body as a 'last resort' type of escape and 'run' on these 'legs', akin to a beetle or other bug. The brain will either have to return to the body when it is safe, or find a new source of clone matter, as the brain will starve without a stomach and 'blood' after about an hour of leaving the body. The 'legs' also help keep the tongue in place, so it is not caught in the 'blood' flow and end up stuck inside.

The teeth are the only 'bones' in a clone's body, but they are also the same dough matter as everything else - they are just in a very solid state. Mostly, used for chewing and tearing food as it is faster to ingest (and while most can swallow things whole, this can leave a clone vulnerable as it takes longer to ingest and then digest). A clone's teeth are also a main part of the threat display, usually opening their mouths wide and baring these teeth, often forming a secondary set behind the first and making them appear sharper. A clone that shows their teeth excessively, or 'smiles' a lot, is often seen as an aggressor and should be avoided.

The tongue is a primary sensory organ for a clone, used in conjunction with their sense of smell to find food or figure out what is nearby. The tongue is very long - typically almost the length of a clone's body - and it is fully prehensile, acting as an additional limb. The tongue can be projected out of the mouth at quick speeds, but it is slower to retract, depending on if they are bringing something back, and how heavy that thing is etc. Tongues are also important in clone behaviours, with clones bonding over grooming/licking each other (or favourite person/thing), and tongues hanging out of their mouths as a sign to show they are relaxed, or if combine with excessive drooling and/or lip licking, so show they are submissive and not a threat.

The 'crop' is a smaller stomach that precedes the main stomach, although it is not able to digest anything, and is often used as a storage space of sorts - much like a bird's crop, hence the name. Food must pass through the crop to get to the stomach, so the crop can expand to accommodate large meals passing through.

The 'Heart' is not a heart, but does function similarly, as it pumps the 'blood' around the body, and keeps everything moving. The movement of the 'blood' generates heat and keeps a clone warm - the faster the 'heart' pumps and the fluid moves, the warmer a clone is, and the slower the process is, the cooler a clone is. A clone's heart can stop if required - i.e. if a clone is overheated - but if the process is stopped for too long, a clone can become unwell as the nutritious 'blood' becomes stagnant, and a clone can even begin to solidify entirely if left too long.

The Stomach is the second most important part of a clone, as it is the only organ to create new clone matter from food. The stomach can expand to around five times its size if needed, but most clones opt for smaller and more frequent meals, as trying to digest a large meal takes more effort and can leave a clone vulnerable. The stomach can digest most organic matter, and some non-organic if they happen to swallow any - but if it can not be digested it will simply stay within the stomach, until it is regurgitated - a clone can starve to death with a full stomach if it is filled with non-digestible items.

Digestion can begin instantly - although some clones choose to stave off the digestion process in order to regurgitate it later for offspring or others in need. Everything digested is turned into clone matter, and absorbed directly into the 'blood' from the stomach. Clones do not produce any waste product, everything is used.

The reproductive organs - well, I am sure you can imagine what these are used for - although most clones have offspring via budding, so these are mostly just for pleasure, bonding or stress/tension relief

The 'Spinal Nerve' or the 'Main Nerve' is the largest nerve in the body and connects all other nerves and the brain together - although not shown on these images, there are many nerves all over the body, which are what make a clone able to feel sensations

(I did draw a version with the nervous system visible, but I did not like it, so you will have to use your imagination ksgksd - it's pretty much like a human's, just made of dough)

#now what the hell do I tag this with #Bean's PT AU Lore Tag #there should be a tag for clone info too #idk what yet kjfdgk #this clone is 0001 but he is technically dead so no character tag #pizza tower #body horror

[minervamagicka]

[SSO Conversion] TS4 Dressage Saddle

At last! It is nigh! Includes 3 different saddles in 2 different polycounts (~13 swatches), with 1 saddlepad overlay (~14 swatches) that is universal to them all. Full LODs & maps.

If you post anything involving this saddle to tumblr & tag me in it, I'll be reblogging!

Important info, additional previews, TOU and download below the cut!

By myself & Schrodcat @ DA 🖤

Choosing a Version

First things first; in the download folder there are two different .rar files to choose from. One is labelled Highpoly and the other is labelled Maxispoly. YOU MUST CHOOSE ONE. THEY WILL OVERRIDE EACHOTHER IF YOU INSTALL BOTH HIGHPOLY AND MAXISPOLY TOGETHER.

The Highpoly version of the saddles is the original mesh resolution from Star Stable Online (which is surprisingly high-quality). However, taking into account the 3D pad and whether there are stirrups or not, it pushes the saddle very far out of EA's expected polycount range (the LOD0 on the Highpoly w/ stirrups clocks in at ~6,044 polys) which is why we have labelled this version as Highpoly. We offer it primarily for simmers who plan to be taking screenshots vs actually playing the game for extended periods of time, or for those with stronger PCs.

The Maxispoly version of the saddle is a decimated version of the mesh intended to be more in-line with Maxis polycounts, and therefore be more performance-friendly. It's about 50% less dense in polys than the Highpoly counterpart (LOD0 on the Maxis w/ stirrups clocks in at ~3,021 polys), however it is still higher-poly than the EA saddles, but again this is because it includes additional mesh details like a 3D saddlepad and/or stirrups, just bear that in mind. This version is for simmers who might have weaker PCs or intend to primarily play the game with the saddles.

Once you've chosen between Highpoly and Maxispoly for your saddle, you'll want to grab the saddlepad overlay .package. This saddlepad (it is found in blankets in CAS) acts like an accessory overlay you'd see for Human content, where it will replace the saddlepad texture on your saddle. You can use the saddlepad overlay without the saddle, but it's not exactly designed for that, as it's designed to match the UVs of the 3D saddlepad. It's unlikely it would fit the EA saddle or any other saddles as just as a flat 2D texture.

All the parts included have custom thumbnails, with the EA fit version having a special identifier.

That concludes all the required reading. Please note that the Realistic Fit of the saddles is not going to line up with EA riding animations and may stretch horribly on them, too. This is because it was rigged and weighted specifically for pose makers. It should look fine when posing. If you want a saddle to fit the EA animations, then the EA Fit version is precisely that, and is meant for gameplay exclusively. The saddlepad overlays are cross-compatible between the Realistic Fit and EA Fit saddles, & any custom saddlepads made by other creators, provided they're intended to fit the UVs, will also be cross-compatible!

Custom Saddlepad Resources (CC Creators Only)

Disclaimer: If you're not a CC Creator you can skip this section and move on to the TOU & download!

If you're interested in making your own saddlepad overlays, I highly recommend cloning the saddlepad overlay included in this download as a starting point. This saddlepad/blanket actually has a "mesh" attached to it (it's just the part of the horse GEOM where the saddlepad texture is) to allow for full normal maps, allowing for better-detail in your saddlepads. Otherwise, you can clone the EA saddlepads and just replace the diffuses with ones you make to fit this saddle, it just won't have that extra jazz.

Anyways, included the folder is a .psd file which is meant to help streamline making saddlepads to fit this mesh (and any future Dressage Saddle meshes/swatches) - There's a guide in the .psd but in general, just keep your textures within the mask/provided guide UVs in the .psd and you'll be golden!

Terms of Use

Credit/link to me AND Schrodcat AND note it is a conversion from SSO if you intend to edit, replicate or otherwise use this .package, meshes & textures as a base for your own derivative work. Additionally, at this time, we both ask you do not backport this model or its' textures to TS3.

Do not sell or post behind a paywall, even a timed one. This tumblr is anti-paywall to the extreme. This includes any content that might be created under Rule One. Do not do this. I will think you are an asshole. I have had issues with this in the past and my tolerance for it is absolutely zero. Additionally this asset is exported from a copyrighted game with the intention of it being used transformatively for derivative fanworks; it may be actually illegal to profit from it!

Do not reupload. If you let me know if there's an issue with SFS, I'll reupload it myself. Please link to this post or to the .package on SFS when sharing.

Credits: SSO for the base mesh & textures; Schrodcat with fitting the meshes & testing/screenshots, me for putting it all together into one diabolical package.

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#ts4 #ts4 horses #ts4cc #ts4 cc #ts4 horse ranch #ts4 horse cc #sims 4 #sims 4 cc

[talesfrommedinastation]

My redneck neighbor Doug on the Jedi in 'The Clone Wars'

Y'all have asked, and Dr. Meat Muffin might be a disgruntled old hag that chugs too much Trader Joe’s bourbon and doodles too much subpar art, but she keeps her promises!

Just so y’all know, if you’re a major character (Anakin, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, etc) you keep your name, because it was drilled into Doug’s head over 8 seasons of Clone Wars and the movies. Everyone else, though, Doug gave up and created his own catchphrases for them.

CW: This one's not as spicy as Doug's previous rants regarding Star Wars, but y'all know if y'all know. "It'll all come out in the wash."

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Plo Koon: Ah, Shrimp Daddy. He looks like a shrimp that’s been boiled and left in the sun after a potluck. But my wife LOVES him, she says he has the nicest voice and she wishes he’d narrate some books. I loved him too, he was my favorite. That scene where he tells his clone boys in space that they’re important to him? Ah great. They should have him lead HR meetings. 

Aayla Secura: Babe-the-Blue-Jedi. They sent her away from the Temple because Yoda didn’t want that hotness distracting everyone. Is she and Miguel (Bly?!) dating? They are, right? 

Kit Fisto: Reggae Swamp Thing. Tell me that boy don't look like he lives in the Atchafalaya and bangs on the steel drums all day. I wonder if he stole those shorts from Michael Phelps. He’s cool but does he need to have a tank to swim in on his ship? Does he have gills? I need more info on this guy. 

Adi Gallia: Storm’s Cousin. Doesn’t this chick look like her? She does, right? Maybe she's a Jedi cause she can't control the weather. Didn’t Maul’s brother Saul impale her on his horns and that’s how she died?* Why didn’t Maul do that to Obi-Wan? Maul was obsessed with Obi-Wan, do you think it’s because he had a crush on him after he sliced him in half?

(Doug also ships Obi-Wan with Maul now? IS THERE ANYONE WHO DOUG DOESN'T SHIP OBI-WAN WITH?!)

Shaak-Ti: Ahsoka’s Aunt. They’re totally related. (“No, they’re not.” “Says who?” “Um, EVERYONE?!”) She’s cool, nice to the clone boys. I like her horns. 

Saesee Tiin : Angry Bull Boy. He looks like a minotaur whose daddy left him at a Wal-Mart instead of the Labyrinth after drinking too much.

Deepa Billaba: My Coworker Anu. Seriously! She looks JUST LIKE HER. I even texted her a screenshot, and she used that as her Slack Channel picture for the longest time. Nice lady, she's a good master to Lil Kanan. Hm, Lil Kanan sounds like a rap person my niece would listen to.

Ki-Adi-Mundi: Mutant-Mall-Santa. Look me dead ass in the eye and tell me the man don’t look like he was supposed to hand out presents and ask kids what they want for Christmas and ended up hanging out in toxic waste instead. He's a snotty asshole, I don't like him, he thinks the sun comes up just to hear him crow.

Luminara Undali: Lady-in-Drape. She’s a green lady, and she wears a drape. Meat Muffin, I'm tired and it's about to snow.

Barriss Offee: Little Lady-in-Drape. Man, she was awful, but she had good points, ya know? Kind of like Darth Maul. Do you think Darth Maul and Obi-Wan ever dated? Or would Obi-Wan’s boyfriend get jealous? 

Quinlan Voss: College-Hippie-Boy. Doesn’t he just look like one of those goofs that fart around with hackysacks all day long? I'd buy weed from him if he was selling, he looks like an exporter and consumer, if you know what I mean.

Even Piall: Dobby the House Jedi. Man he looks like he was on his way to help Harry Potter or something and ended up in a bathrobe with a light saber. Ah well. 

*= Savage is ‘Saul’ and Feral is ‘Paul’. So it’s Maul, Saul, and Paul. I strained a muscle laughing when I got this. 

Tagging my Redneck Doug stans here! @amalthiaph @sued134 @eyecandyeoz @thecoffeelorian @merkitty49 @megmca @skellymomam I missing anyone?

Let me know if I missed any Jedi, those were the ones that came up that Doug didn't immediately recognize.

#redneck doug #doug talks star wars #doug the neighbor #cajun doug #doug why #doug likes plo koon #plo koon #the jedi #ki adi mundi #luminara unduli #kit fisto #jedi order #star wars jedi #the jedi council #mace windu isn't on here because he's sam l jackson #star wars fan stuff #doug is amazing #quinlan vos #shaak ti #aayla secura

[starwars-art-events]

STAR WARS ART TRADE 2023

Hello there!

This is an informal, for-fun art trade event, meant for people who enjoy drawing for others. It's a pressure-free and casual trade! No need to create a big masterpiece--just something others would happily enjoy.

Types of art welcome:

Drawings (digital or scanned traditional)

Short comics

Short animation

Photo edits

Video edits (music or otherwise)

Music creation

Moodboards/photo collages

Quotes-and-photo collages

Other (contact moderator ASAP)

Dates to adhere to:

Deadline to join: July 30th.

Dates to post: September 2nd-3rd.

Important Info:

Joining requires creating art. To recieve art, you must create art! Simple as that. Many types of art are allowed (see above), and all can be adapted to how you wish to conceive yours.

You don't have to be "great" at any art to join! This is an informal event with no level restrictions. The important thing is that your art absolutely must have effort. For example, a moodboard should be cohesive, and it should contain enough photos that it could be worthy of giving as a gift. Make sure you are satisfied with what you are giving out (to your abilities levels, of course--don't expect the Star Wars Mona Lisa if you aren't to par with DaVinci's skills!).

This is an anonymous event. You will know who they are creating art for, but you will not know who you are recieving from! Until posting dates, please keep your art to yourself (or a trusted non-participating friend). In the words of Gandalf the Grey: Keep it secret; keep it safe.

Art should be created for your giftee based on things/characters/ideas they enjoy. Do a bit of "pseudo-stalking" (not real stalking) of their tags. See what the person enjoys, both in terms of mediums and concepts. If they have clone trooper OC's, base something off those guys! If they are a big Ezra Bridger fan, see what types of AUs they enjoy! If the concept of the Force makes them go wild, include that in your art! If you are at a loss for ideas, send an anon message to the person to see what they are interested in OR contact the moderator.

Please sign up only ONCE. You will recieve art from only ONE artist. The artist may wish to give you more than one piece of art, but it will only be from THAT artist alone. If you wish to make more art for someone else, arrange that on your own time, please!

If you need to drop out, that is okay! Things happen. You are able to drop out at any time. Please contact the moderator ASAP if you need to drop. Please understand that the other artists are putting their own time and effort into their pieces. The artist gifting their time and effort to you is no longer obligated to do so anymore. If you drop out, they are completely allowed to drop, too.

Important note: all skin tones and disabilities must be accurately portrayed. No skin tone should be lighter than the actor/character's actual skin colour. Disabilities must be depicted correctly. If not, you will be dropped. This is the personal wish of the moderator, but also just basic decency.

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#star wars art trade 2023 #star wars #star wars art #star wars original trilogy #star wars sequels #star wars prequels #star wars andor #star wars obi wan kenobi #star wars the mandalorian #star wars rebels #star wars the clone wars #star wars visions #star wars the bad batch

[yukipri]

Following from your tags on the Galidraan post, there's actually a canon(-ish) source that states that the Darksabre was chosen by VIZSLA as their symbol of the Mand'alor: Tor Vizsla's in-universe Ba'jurne Kyr'tsad Mando'ad, which is included at the end of the real-world book, The Bounty Hunter Code. Direct quote is: "To ensure we would be led by the most powerful, we decreed that any could challenge the Secret Mand'alor for leadership of Death Watch. And, as our symbol of authority, we chose the Darksaber, an ancient weapon liberated from the Jedi long ago." (Please ignore my editing in the image.)

(The whole text of the Ba'jure Kyr'tsad Mando'ad is on google sites: https://sites.google.com/view/bajurne-kyrtsad-mandoad/title-page)

Yep, I have that book, it's actually a really fun reference, all the books in that series are! <3

But yup, see, this is another part where I see how Legends doesn't quite match up with current canon. The info in this book is Legends, specifically Legends as published in 2013. But in New Canon, given how the Darksaber is treated in Rebels and now in the Mandalorian, I feel like it being solely the symbol of "the Secret Mand'alor" is kinda BS—it's much more treated as the symbol of ALL of Mandalore.

Of course, one could interpret all of this through the lens that Clan Wren is part of House Vizsla so all of Sabine's story is biased (I'm still not happy they made that association...), and Bo-Katan used to serve Pre so of course she's got Vizsla bias, and Din was rescued by Death Watch + Paz is in his covert so presumably his covert also has strong Vizsla/Death Watch bias.

New canon is so incredibly Vizsla/Death-Watch centric, perhaps "Vizsla's Mand'alor" is the only Mand'alor that matters anymore. Which. Ugh. But kinda feels that way.

Anyway, while it isn't based on anything official, I do feel like if the Darksaber existed when Open Seasons was written, there might have been some more history with it there. Because keep in mind, even though they're both Legends, Open Seasons still predates the Code book by over a decade, and much of Legends isn't consistent.

My own take is that IF we go by the premise that the Darksaber is the symbol of the rightful leader of all of Mandalore and NOT just Death Watch, then it should make sense that at different points of time between the Darksaber becoming the symbol and the "present," it would have passed between different clans, especially since modern Death Watch is an extremist terrorist organization that has not been depicted as being the rightful anything tbh.

Therefore to me, the Darksaber is more interesting if it's a neutral symbol planetary leadership, which may have originated from Tarre Vizsla, someone who is not synonymous with Death Watch of the Clone Wars~onwards eras. Vizsla may claim that it's only a symbol of them and their Mand'alor, but again then that makes a distinction between that and a leader who unifies all of Mandalore.

It's more interesting if Jaster and Jango once had the Darksaber and were recognized as leaders, and perhaps that too was part of why Tor Vizsla was so determined to take them down, if he felt they were unfit to wield it. His underhanded tactics in getting rid of them would then mean that he didn't win the saber in fair combat, which means that when Pre presumably inherited it, its current presence in his family isn't rightful in the first place, and perhaps he never knew. That then leads to the question of whether any current claim to the Darksaber is legitimate if the last true wielder was taken down by Vizsla manipulating Jedi from the shadows, never lifting a finger himself. That kind of moral debate of honor, of understanding the messy past of Mandalore...that kind of juicy drama, I am all for.

To be clear, I'm biased, and none of the above is me saying "this is the right way to interpret this media." This is just how I, personally, am choosing to internalize it. I don't like Death Watch and don't think they have been depicted as honorable in ANY media they're in. It does not make any narrative sense, at least to me, to put them on a weird pedestal while stripping Boba, Jango, Jaster, and the other True Mandalorians of all historical and cultural relevance. IF the Darksaber is a symbol solely of Vizsla leadership, then I cannot imagine WHY anyone would want to make it into a cool fun symbol to build a franchise around and give to a hero character. So I'm hoping that canon will eventually lean a bit towards my personal interpretation, even though I have little faith that it will.

If it doesn't, eh, that's alright! I'm more than capable of making my own lil stories and entertaining myself!

Anyway, this response went a bit longer than I expected but yeah, those are my thoughts on the Darksaber and how I've personally chosen to combine Legends + New Canon!

❀ ❀ Send YukiPri an Ask! ❀ ❀

#batsutousai #YukiPri replies #Darksaber #the Mandalorian #Mandalorians #Mandalore #Star Wars #Star Wars Legends #Mand'alor #Death Watch #Vizsla #Jaster Mereel #longpost #long post #OP comment: btw this is the take on that history in all of my own works #at the same time who knows man i don't understand a lot of new canon decisions #like it makes zero sense to me why giving Din a symbol of the Death Watch king would be a cool thing to do #but it also makes zero sense to me why anyone in their right mind would think that giving a child the weapon of a Zygerrian slaver #and make that her iconic weapon is a good idea

[thydungeongal]

hiiii what are ur thots on the megaversal system? i’m currently in the midst of hyperfixation revival for TMNT, and i found there’s a TMNT rpg from ‘85 that uses that system, as well as one called ‘after the bomb’ that i think is a more open-ended version? (like not limited to just post-nuclear NYC jsgskdh)

the lifelong, childhood fan in me is like MUST HAVE ALL TMNT CONTENT while the Grown Adult is like. homie the chances of this rpg book from the 80’s being something you’ll actually enjoy reading/making a character for are Very Low

also there is not a lot out there abt this game jsgskdh like there was a pretty popular kickstarter last year, but the funding period ended so no luck there rly, and from one of the reviews i saw, they liked the world building/story side of things, but would’ve preferred the gurps system… which i am also unfamiliar with 🫣 oh and the game is called ‘teenage mutant ninja turtles & other strangeness’ if ur interested at all jsgskdh

but yeah do u think the megaversal system is like. approachable for newcomers to rpgs in general? i’m familiar w 5e, blades in the dark, and kids on brooms, but looking at all the unfamiliar terminology for megaversal is. intimidating 🤧

(also totally feel free to ignore this if it’s like way too much info to look into jsgskdh i do not want to take up your time 🫡)

okay, so I haven't actually played any Megaversal System games, but I am familiar with their reputation. Based on what I've heard the games that utilize it (RIFTS, Palladium Fantasy, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Other Strangeness, Heroes Unlimited, and After the Bomb [which is basically the TMNT RPG but with the licensing removed once they lost the license]) are barely functional but have a strange charm to them! One of my favorite podcasts, System Mastery, are intimately familiar with the system and hearing them describe it is always a blast. If you want to learn about the games from two really funny guys for whom those games were a formative experience, I recommend checking them out!

So anyway those games are apparently pretty wild. I think they're decipherable by relative newcomers if you're willing to accept a bit of extremely eighties design. I don't know how much of that will be rectified in the upcoming rerelease. But don't take my word for it, because the internet is a beautiful place and with a little bit of digging on your local free-rpg-pdfs-legally-i-swear dot gov slash co dot uk you should be able to find PDFs of the original game

But now is when I yap about a completely different but related game, because as it happens game designer Julian Kay's first RPG as a child was Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Other Strangeness, and as an adult Julian decided to make an homage to that game called Mutants in the Now. Now, unlike Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Other Strangeness I have actually read Mutants in the Now, and what I can say based on simply reading it is that it is a fantastically written RPG with a lot of love for its subject matter and the game system actually seems functional! The character creation system is wild, consisting mostly of rolling on random tables to discover who your character is, and the actual game system owes a lot to 13th Age (a modern D&D clone that Julian has written for and that is actually pretty dang good!) in addition to the Megaversal System. There's a few quirks that are mostly there out of homage to the Megaversal System to my knowledge (skills are d100 roll under, while combat pretty much works like any ol' D&D with d20 rolls to hit and various types of dice for damage) but ultimately it is a very coherent system.

Anyway the presentation in Mutants in the Now was so strong I immediately ordered it and its supplement Mutants in the Next, and I don't have a single regret about my purchase. I actually liveblogged the (admittedly intensive) character creation process. You can find them if you look under the tag #mutants in the making. Now Mutants in the Now is slightly more complex than 5e, but most of the complexity is front-loaded into character creation. The gameplay is about on par with 5e in terms of complexity.

Anyway I'm not sure how helpful that is but it at least gave me a chance to gush about one of the coolest games I've discovered during the last year. If you're interested in a game with actual TMNT branding I recommend looking into the original game if you can find it before you make any decisions or wait for word from Kickstarter backers about the revised edition whether it's good or bad. But, like, Mutants in the Now is also there if you're not too particular about the branding and just want to play cool mutant animals and enjoy random character creation where you get to really experience finding out who your character is during the process of creation.

#thydungeongal answers #long post #mutants in the now #Mutants in the making

[paulkitty]

i made a few dynastid eyeset recolors! i love maxis-match cc and i was really excited to have an eyeset that i could easily make a decent-looking recolor with. all of these should be compatible with the addon set made by @squea and can be used with each other without any editing needed. however the order might get messed up with other addon sets as i ordered them right after squea's addon set. this is easily fixed in sims 4 studio by editing the secondary display index values to your preferred order. 

downloads here (free/no adfly, mediafire) more info below the cut

🔔 @maxismatchccworld @mmoutfitters @squea 

to make these i repeatedly cloned swatches from the original addon set (using “add swatch” so the IDs are not the same), so they should have all the same settings and the same specular.

SET ONE ("AF"): i was using aoifae's recolors of @plumbheadsims' delicate eyes, so i tried to remake those swatches. they aren’t 100% accurate to the delicate eye colors because i was lazy and just eyedropped the swatches. the natural and hazel swatches are from @missrubybird's aqua trigger eyes and the bright and unnatural swatches are original to @aoifae. (1, 2) (if you like delicate here are some occults too) SWATCH COUNT: 83 COLORS: mostly natural colors. there are some natural hazels and some bright unnatural colors. i also included the default colors of delicate as nondefault swatches!

SET TWO ("SR"): i was also using a sorbets remix recolor of delicate eyes, so i made a set for those too. when i started making this post though, i went to @noodlessorbets to see if there was a tag i should use and discovered immediately that someone else made a much more extensive set with other palettes as well and even created a heterochromia set! you can find @kissalopa's recolors here! it looks like we colored them differently, mine is a little more saturated, so i’ll still include mine in case you prefer them. you should be able to use both at the same time as i used a different secondary swatch color. (and if you don’t use my first set, you can use this one and her sorbets with no editing needed as mine will be ordered after hers) SWATCH COUNT: 76 COLORS: rainbow

SET THREE ("HS"): hs stands for homestuck. this set features all of the canon troll blood colors, from the extended zodiac signs, as well as black and candy red (for juvenile or mutant trolls.) it has the option for white sclera and yellow sclera, in case you are making humanified trolls or actual trolls. the yellow sclera may not be 100% canon accurate (may appear too light) but it's the right hue and it should look fine during gameplay. also at the end there are jade and black swatches with a brighter yellow sclera for any rainbowdrinkers :) SWATCH COUNT: 30 COLORS: palette + black and bright/candy red. the "AF” set i made also includes a black swatch, but i made sure to make one lighter than the other.

SET FOUR ("FUN"): as i was recoloring sometimes i would get off track and make random colors. then when i had finished my plans i decided to just make some Fun Interesting colors. these are all pretty bright or unnatural looking, and some of them look strange. they don't follow any particular palette. they are also not sorted by color and are roughly in the order i made them. SWATCH COUNT: 36 COLORS: unnatural, bright

i contemplated remaking these +v1 and went as far as drawing a new heart catchlight and making 32 out of 90 swatches (16 colors) but then i felt like that was just too many swatches, so i stopped. this is what it would have looked like below (i had heart and normal versions) but im not sure anyone would want or use these. if you do lemme know i guess

sorry that this post lacks complete previews and is sort of strange! i have kind of never made a tumblr post before. if anything is wrong with the eyes like the textures are weird or something let me know! i thought perhaps they looked a bit artifacted in my game but i compared them to the original dynastid set and they looked like the same quality to me. 

edit: i just found out tagging people below the cut sends them a notification. sorry to everyone who was pinged omg

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[ninjigma]

I think I am hilarious

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Welcome! I go by Ninj and this is my main blog (find my Obi-Wan centered arts @obiscribbles and feel free to scream with me @ninjthescreamingfrog). And however you found me I am happy you are here! Below is a list of tags and links to help you navigate this blog. It will be updated regularly and have important notes on past and current/updating projects. There is also information on commissions, so please read this before contacting me.

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When contacting about commissions please note that I have only just started doing them digitally, and I ask for your patience as I navigate it. Some notes/rules:

I reserve the right to deny commissions, even for something as little as it making me uncomfortable. I will draw a lot of whacky things, but are lines I don't cross (master/padawan is one of these, just as a personal thing). I will also be doing my best to draw clones reflective of Temuera Morrison, even when stylized. Call me out if you catch me missing the mark.

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If your piece is anything more intensive than a chibi, I may request we stay in contact through discord (or email if you do not have discord). This ensures I do not lose the messages anywhere.

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And if you have read this entire thing, then here is a little treat. Send me an ask with a white heart emoji, then include a prompt (ie. beach day, scary movie, cupcakes, etc.) and a clone character (such as Commander Fox or Fives), and I will create a doodle based on it. Have fun :)

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[thomine]

the start of something magical | cyno

RELATIONSHIP | cyno x reader

TAGS | general audiences, build up for a love triangle, modern au (vehicles exist), attempt at comedy (although no puns…), not proofread

SUMMARY | cyno's life took a drastic turn ever since he jumped in front of a truck to save a wolf's life. things plateau for a while until you come along and give him another surprise after he thought he's seen everything.

WORD COUNT | 1.2k words

INFO | au august 2023, day 23 (magic school) | more

Cyno is many things.

He’s the Chief of his precinct, which is impressive for his age. He’s the 4th time champion of Trading Card Game Genius Invocation—his favourite thing in the world. He knows he’s a great stand-up comedian at work, just that his crowd is tough as Ajilenakh nuts. Let’s not forget he’s also the best friend of Tighnari, a renowned and respected doctor.

What he’s not, however, is crazy, and yet the newspapers publish headline news that he’s crazy to jump in front of a truck. Yes, he did jump in front of a truck, but how could people not see the wolf that was crossing the road?

Even Tighnari called to ensure Cyno was sane, which only made Cyno want to burst in frustration because, surely, he did not dream up a wolf with silky fur that shimmered violet under the sun.

Okay, maybe he hallucinated a tad bit, but the light pitter of its pads against the cement as it hopped away after being saved had to be real even if no cameras caught any evidence the wolf existed.

He finds his answer a week after the incident. The wolf stares at him across the road they first met. Cyno follows it, and he finds himself right in front of large iron gates. There is a metal sign at the side that spells the situation clearly: the wolf wants him to go to school. Not just any school though. Magic School.

“What…?” he asks, and the wolf just tilts its head before slipping through the gaps of the gate. Cyno tries to dash from his weird situation, but the gates creak open and a lady materialises to welcome him. She has purple hair that falls to her ankles, tied in a neat braid.

“Welcome, Cyno. The world needs you here now.”

How does she know his name? He knows his importance in his neighbourhood as the guy who keeps law and order, but to say the world needs him? That’s a bit arrogant.

“Are you going to answer the call?”

Cyno is many things; he’s too cool (and old) for school. When he grabbed that costly certificate, he never wanted to return, yet here he is, signing papers to enrol into this magic school. He should not have given in and permitted them to explain themselves. They’re surprisingly convincing such that he doesn’t need proof of the prophecy of doom for it to send a chill down his spine.

His signature flies off the paper and is collected into the palm of the administrator’s hand. He whispers a few phrases, and the ink evaporates into the air.

“Now, no need to worry about your life back in the normal world because your signature provided us with enough information to send a clone—”

“What?” Cyno slams the table, glowering at the administrator. “A clone? No one told me I won’t be able to return?”

“R-relax, student. Time travels differently here. 10 days here is a day in the normal world. You wouldn’t be gone for long.”

Cyno relaxes, but he should have learned not to take things too lightly as the administrator drops the most horrifying news he’s yet to hear.

He’s stuck here for 1,111 nights.

He’ll miss his card game tournament! Not even the comfortable bed in his dorm can console his wailing soul.

Cyno is many things. He’s especially confused and concerned what he just roped himself into. He might have a knack to pretend to be someone else, but he’s not sure he can believe he’s part of the solution to saving the world.

It’s hard to make friends.

His jokes (still) don’t land, and the average age of the students compare to his youthful days that he’s grown out of. Something about him intimidates the rest, and he often eats lunch alone if you don’t count the wolf he saved.

He still doesn’t understand why he is needed to help the school prevent the prophecy of doom, but he has opened his heart to the wolf he now commands in battle. It grants him strength, and it has become his trusted companion of sorts.

Deep in his thought, he doesn’t notice you walking towards him until you tap his shoulder.

“Hi,” you greet, smiling.

Cyno takes a second to inspect you, and he lights up the moment he realises you’re older than what he expected.

“And you are?”

You tell him your name, gesturing at the empty spot beside him on the edge of the fountain. Cyno’s wolf buddy doesn’t seem too pleased with the new arrangements, but, with magic, you throw a stick of meat, and the wolf warms up to you.

“I’m in your Alchemy class. I mostly… stay at the back, hence why you don’t really see me often…”

Cyno nods. Not that he’s eager to learn, but the front seats are the nearest to the lecture exists.

“Is anything the matter?” he asks the moment he notices your avoidant eyes and restlessness.

“Well… you’re Cyno, right? I’ve heard of you before I enrolled in this school.”

He huffs out his chest. He’s many things—surely one of his most respected positions caught your attention. He’s quite accomplished if he says so himself, especially his title as the 5th time champion of TCGGI. (Yes, his clone, as excellent as he is, won the tournament.)

“After all this weirdness and magic is over, could you introduce me to Tighnari? You know, the acclaimed doctor? He’s just… so dreamy, but, I know, he’s out of my league, but… it wouldn’t hurt to try?”

“… What?”

This familiar feeling… it is the exact same when he signed himself up for this school. It is truly a school of magical encounters and unexpected situations. He does not quite enjoy it as much as he thinks he should.

“It’s not a coincidence that you and I are here,” you say after calming down from your rap. “Everyone else is… much younger than our age and are born into families that know of their powers. But us…”

You look at the wolf that’s gnawing on the stick, meat cleanly devoured.

“You can feel it too, can’t you? How we’re different.”

Cyno follows your gaze to his newly acquired nonhuman friend. From his Ethology classes, he learned that these magical creatures will never yield to being controlled, yet this wolf companion of his is his source of power.

He looks at you, wondering what brought you here.

“Anyways, I know it’s a little sudden and probably a bit too early as we’re stuck here for… who knows how many more days, I lost track, but do… consider my request.”

Right. You wanted him to play wingman.

Cyno deadpans, and he’s about to reject your suggestion when you slide a piece of paper into his palm and bid him farewell.

It’s your number and a legendary card for TCGIG. He already has it in his collection, but he appreciates the sentiment.

“What do you think?” he asks his wolf buddy. It sticks its tongue out like a dog, pleased with its hearty meal. “If you take a liking to my classmate then I suppose it doesn’t hurt to try.”

First things first, he must know you better to be sure you’re a good fit for his friend…

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The apologist need to shut up about Shmi Skywalker and using her tag. I literally just saw a post that compared the Legends canon where Shmi hears about the Battle of Naboo and scraps up enough money to comm the temple to see if her son is dead or not and brutally rejected to a switchboard operator at a school not releasing info about a student (because the Jedi Order is a school). I debated asking if the Order could ask Anakin but that would require empathy. It is more like an undocumented mother gets her child taken away by the authorities, adopted out, and wants to know if they are alive or not. (Also the Jedi don't owe Shmi her freedom or anything, but they didn't steal her son. Just bought him).

Yeah, that is why the Jedi Order is theoretically supposed to be a school, but before Luke (screw Disney Wars), they operated more like an extremist religious soldier cult. I know people have gone over it on here before, but I’m still going to lay out all the criteria that the prequel era Jedi meet for being a cult again:

1. The leader is the ultimate authority-

If you’re not allowed to criticize your leader, even if the criticism is true, you’re probably in a cult.

Cults begin with a charismatic leader who claims some supreme knowledge. They may call themselves a prophet, messiah, messenger, or an enlightened teacher. They can also be CEOs, military officials, politicians, and self-help gurus.

Cult leaders convince members to forfeit their critical thinking ability in return for a sense of belonging, authority, and purpose. To members, it doesn’t matter what the evidence or logic may suggest, the leader is always right, and their misdeeds are always justified. Criticism of the leader is forbidden.

Yep, the prequel Jedi are a pretty solid 8/10 on this in regards to the Council, particularly Yoda. One of the few times people vote against him in the Order is when they admit Anakin into the Order, even though Yoda thinks he’s “too old.” It’s pretty similar to how Obi-Wan just barely convinced him to let Luke train in the OT movies. Occasionally, he’ll relent, if he knows it could benefit his organization. Otherwise, it’s pretty much whatever Yoda says that goes.

For instance, Mace-Windu tries to tell Yoda that he thinks they should talk to the Senate about their force abilities being clouded, tell them about their suspicions in regards to Palpatine, and tell them about how the clones have been chipped. However, Yoda tells him no, so Mace-Windu quickly gives up on trying to argue with him.

In Count Dooku’s backstory, he cites Yoda as being the problem with the Jedi Order because he’s been in charge for 800+ years and has become corrupted by power as a result. He’s not entirely wrong.

Anakin is so relieved that Yoda is actually willing to talk to him in the Revenge of the Sith novelization by Matthew Stover that he nearly breaks down in tears, which suggests that Yoda has belittles him, portrayed himself as an elite, and ignored his attempts to reach out and shut him down for trying to speak up more than once.

Obi-Wan initially protests against Yoda ordering him to execute Anakin without a fair trial first in Revenge of the Sith, but ultimately almost goes through with it because he gets shut down by Yoda, and thinks he has to please him.

In The Clone Wars, Yoda orders Anakin and Ahsoka to go on a mission to return Jabba back to the Hutts on his home planet Tatooine. It makes perfectly reasonable sense that Anakin Skywalker, a former slave from Tatooine, would feel pissed off about having to return a slave master to his home planet. However, Yoda quickly shuts him down by calling him “selfish” and tells him it’s “for the greater good.”

I could go on with more examples, but, while Yoda is occasionally disobeyed by his recruits, he’s usually not because he’s “the wisest Jedi.” Everyone in the Order is usually too afraid to say no to him since he belittles them or shuts them down most of the time as their leader.

2. The group suppresses skepticism

If you’re only allowed to study your organization through approved sources, you’re probably in a cult.

Cults view critical thinking as an infectious disease and every effort is made to suppress it. Doubting members are encouraged to isolate themselves from outside influences and focus solely on the doctrine of the cult.

Criticism is forbidden. People who contradict the group are viewed as persecutors and are often given labels like “anti,” “apostate,” or “suppressive person.” Members are discouraged from consuming any material that is critical of the group.

Yep, 9/10. The members of the Jedi are cut off from their family and friends on the outside because “attachments are dangerous.” Anakin, Ahsoka, and Luke frequently get labelled as “dangerous,” “selfish,” “greedy,” “arrogant,” and “impatient” for disagreeing with them or expressing valid concerns for loved ones in danger. Jedi are usually never allowed to leave the temple without other Jedi.

3. The group delegitimizes former members

If you can’t think of a legitimate reason for leaving your group, you’re probably in a cult.

Because the cult considers itself the ultimate authority on truth, it can’t imagine anybody leaving it with their integrity intact. Thus, it has to perpetuate a false narrative that former members were deceived, proud, immoral, or lazy.

If former members speak out, they are dismissed as bitter, angry, dishonest or evil. Cults often impose some kind of shunning to shame former members and prevent them from infecting other members with the truth.

8/10. While the Sith technically are morally worse than the Jedi Order, they are still really the only other valid option for personal safety and support that members will perceive if they become displeased with the Jedi Order and want to leave in the prequels era because the Jedi Council cut them off and/or character assassinate their public reputations if they just leave. The only other option you have is to get thrown to the wolves to fend for yourself by the Council for leaving the Jedi Order in the prequels.

Moreover, if a Jedi falls to the dark side in the prequel era, they are not allowed to call out the Jedi for mistreating them, or have a fair trial in court. They are automatically just the “pure evil” enemy of their Order who must be executed by them right away. 

4. The group is paranoid about the outside world

If your group insists the end of the world is near, you’re probably in a cult.

Cults position themselves as the sole refuge from an evil outside world that is intent on their destruction. Cults thrive on conspiracy theories, catastrophic thinking, and persecution complexes.

In an effort to draw in more paying members, cults are often very aggressive in their recruitment efforts which are usually justified as “saving” people from the evil world. Those who reject the cult’s message are unelect, prideful, evil, or stupid.

Yep, the Jedi in the prequels are pretty irrationally paranoid about the outside. 9/10. They cut off recruits from family and friends because “attachments are dangerous.” They think they are the only ones equipped to deal with the Sith and save the world from them, so they refuse to let the Senate know when they’re about to execute them.

5. The group relies on shame cycles

If you need your group in order to feel worthy, loved, or sufficient, you’re probably in a cult.

Cult leaders trap members in shame cycles by imposing abnormally strict codes of conduct (usually prescriptions about diet, appearance, sex, relationships, media), guilting members for their shortcomings, and then positioning themselves as the unique remedy to the feelings of guilt which they themselves created.

Cult members are made to believe they are insufficient or unworthy on their own and that the only way to become worthy is to confess their shortcomings to the group or leader. The leader then becomes the meditiator of worthiness and the foundation of the member’s self esteem.

Leaders who can make followers feel bad about anything can use shame to manipulate followers into doing anything, even if it’s against their own self-interest or better judgment.

Yep, the Jedi are a solid 10/10 for this. They use the whole “Chosen one destined to destroy the Sith in war” title to guilt trip Anakin into staying before and after the war after he marries Padme. In order to be “good” Jedi, they can’t have close relationships, get married, and/or have kids at all. Valid emotional expression and individuality are constantly shamed as “dangerous,” “greedy,” or “selfish.” They force all their padawans to dress a certain way. Yoda and Obi-Wan immediately dump Luke as a student when he tells them he’s taking a break from training to go save his friends, which he’ll be right back from. Instead, they tell him he’s “doomed to become an agent of evil forever.”

6. The leader is above the law

If you’re held to a different moral standard, specifically in regard to sex, you’re probably in a cult.

A prevalent idea among cult leaders is that they are above the law, be it human or divine. This idea allows them to exploit their followers economically and sexually without repercussions.

When confronted, they do not confess, but create justifications for their impropriety. Sexual grooming of members is common. Loyal cult members will perform any amount of “mental gymnastics” to justify or ignore the leader’s behavior.

They’re not sexually abusive, and there really is no proper legal system in Star Wars. However, ever notice how Yoda is the only Jedi who never seems to get called out or personally pay for his sins and wrongdoings? He dies peacefully, and teaches both himself and his recruits to perpetuate those whole emotional detachment and “greater good” mantras to defend themselves, but it’s really based on fear.

7. The group uses “thought reform” methods

If your serious questions are answered with cliches, you’re probably in a cult.

Indoctrination or “brainwashing” is the process through which a cult slowly breaks down a person’s sense of identity and ability to think rationally. Behaviors like excessive fasting, prayer, hypnosis, scripture reading, chanting, meditation, or drug usage can all be used to increase a person’s vulnerability to the leader’s suggestions.

The hallmark of indoctrination is the use of thought-terminating cliches. Platitudes like “follow the leader” or “doubt your doubts” are regurgitated over and over so that members don’t have to critically analyze complex issues.

Yep, 10/10 for the Jedi.

Anakin: I keep worrying about my mother you guys left in slavery and refused to let me talk to in 10 years after having these potentially prophetic force dreams about her in danger. What should I do, Master Obi Wan?

Obi-Wan: Dreams pass in time.

Anakin: Master Yoda, I keep having these potentially prophetic visions of someone I love dying in the future. What should I do?

Yoda: Mourn then not. Rejoice in their death through the power of the force.

Luke: I have to go save my friends from potential danger because this force vision I had of it could be true. I’ll be right back for training.

Obi-Wan and Yoda: Leave them to their fate as the force wills. Who cares if they die? If you leave now, doomed you will be to become an agent of evil forever, and you face Darth Vader alone after less than a month of training in combat with a lightsaber under us.

8. The group is elitist

If your group is the solution for all the world’s problems, you’re probably in a cult.

Cults see themselves as the enlightened, chosen, and elect organization tasked with radically transforming individual lives and the entire world.

This elitism creates greater sense of group unity and responsibility centered on a united purpose. However, this sense of responsibility is often manipulated by cult leaders who coerce members into risky financial behavior, sexual favors, free manual labor, or heightened recruitment efforts in order to “further the cause.”

Yep, the Jedi are a pretty solid 10/10 for elitism. Oh, we only take in recruits with a super high midichlorian count. We’re the only ones equipped to deal with the Sith, and the rest of the Senate can’t know, so we’ll commit treason against their government to take them down. We’ll recruit children as soldiers “for the greater good.” I could go on.

9. There is no financial transparency

If you’re not allowed to know what the group does with their money, you’re probably in a cult.

A group that refuses to disclose its finances is a huge red flag. Ethical organizations have nothing to hide. Cult leaders tend to live opulently while their followers are required to make financial sacrifices. Members are often encouraged to pay their offerings even if it means putting their families at risk.

No, this is the one thing the Jedi don’t do.

10. The group performs secret rites

If there are secret teachings or ceremonies you didn’t discover until after you joined, you’re probably in a cult.

Cults use secret rituals as rites of passage that solidify a member’s loyalty to the group. Initiation into these rites usually only comes after a member has undergone certain tests or made adequate financial contributions.

Often, cult initiations are confusing, bizarre, or even offensive. This mental dissonance between their sense of confusion and their loyalty to the “inner circle” convinces the initiate to double their efforts in order to properly appreciate the proceedings. This only further entrenches them in a shame cycle, making them even more susceptible to manipulation

Yep. 10/10 for the Jedi Order.

They usually make Jedi go through trials to be knighted.

Yoda gave Anakin Ahsoka as a padawan to “test” him on his ability to let her go, even when Anakin tried to say no at first.

Jedi padawan often get abandoned and/or sent on dangerous missions well under the age of 18, and if they survive, then that means they “passed.”

So, yeah, the prequel era Jedi adults are overall a very toxic cult that bred pretty objectively awful people.

They meet 9/10 of the criteria for a cult that I found on this website. If they were supposed to be the “good” guys as an overall organization, it was only because the Sith were far worse.

https://medium.com/@zelphontheshelf/10-signs-youre-probably-in-a-cult-1921eb5a3857

#star wars anon #yep nonny the jedi before Luke were actually just the lesser of two messed up space cults #pt star wars #ot star wars #the jedi didn’t deserve order 66 in the prequels #but most of them were still terrible people #jedi critical #Yoda critical #actually a space cult #anakin sywalker #darth vader #shmi skywalker #the skywalker family deserved better

[maryjanesims3]

Hi MJ! Sorry for asking this, but is it possible to get some of your fixed hairs as normal cc hairs? I actually like my townies looking derpy with Maxis hairs so I don't want default replacements (I know, I'm weird). But I do like some of the fixes you did, as well as the lower poly options and some of the age conversions. If it's too much work for you, is it possible for me to undefault a hair myself? I have no knowledge about this but I'm willing to learn!

Hi! Never say sorry for asking something: if I don't know something or don't want to do something I will just say so, but you may always ask! Also, not weird at all for liking EA hair: there are a lot of people like you out there who want their game as maxis match as possible. Personally I like a healthy mix of alpha cc (mostly hairs) and maxis match, but everyone likes a different aesthetic and there is nothing wrong with that :)

I'm actually all for learning how to do something yourself, so I'm going to try to talk you through the process of making a default hair a non-default. It's actually pretty easy!

Be prepared though: I do like to blab a lot, lol. If something is unclear please let me know. I will use screenshots to make it as understandable as possible.

For anyone that is interested, I will explain further under the cut :)

You will need s3oc (for cloning the hair into a non-default) You will need s3pe (only if you want to make a default for an expansion BG-compatible)

PART ONE: Non-default a hair

1. Open the hair with s3oc.

I use MJ_amcmHairEP4ShortBangs_DR as an example because this is a merged file and one from an expansion pack. If you know how to work those, a single hair file will be a cakewalk :)

When opened, you'll see three files. Click on the one you want to make non-default. If you want both the Adult & Child version of a hair you'll need to do them separately.

Extra info: you will never need the elder file to make a hair non-default (I will explain that in a bit). These are only used for defaults because of how EA has set up the hairs.

2. Click Clone or Fix

This will bring you into a new window with different options. You MUST click everything I set a big red arrow next to. If you want to keep the thumbs and give it a different filename is optional.

So tick: create clone package, find missing resources and renumber/rename internally. Also tick on Elder in the age group when non-defaulting an adult hair. Elders use the same meshes as teens, YA and Adults. That's why you don't need the elder files you'll find in a default hair pack.

Check if the clothing categories are to your liking and then...

3. Click start

Save the file in your mods folder (or wherever you want it). It will take a bit for S3oc to complete the file. When it's done you'll get a message that your updated package is ready.

Close s3oc and...

4. Start your game and test the hair

If everything went well, you should have a working non-default hairstyle now! Congratz!

Part two: Make it BaseGame compatible

As you might have noticed, this hairstyle has the icon from generations on it's thumb, which means it will only work if you have generations. If you have the pack and you non-default a hairstyle for personal use, this is absolutely fine. If you however want to retexture it and share it with the community, it is strongly advised to make it base game compatible so everyone can have it.

1. Open the file in s3pe

2. Scroll until you find the tag CASP

3. Double click the CASP file

A window pops open with some information. The only thing relevant to us now is the group. For this hair, you'll see 0x38000000 in the box. This is the group for Generations. Every expansion has it's own group (for example, Ambitions is 0x18000000)

Change the group to 0x00000000. This is the group for Base Game.

Click OK and save your file.

4. Test the hair in game.

If everything went okay, the hair has no icon anymore and now works as a BG-compatible hair. Cheers!

I forgot to screenshot this, but if you ticked 'include thumbnails' in Part One, you might notice that the thumbs suddenly don't work anymore. Which brings us to:

Part Three: Make the thumbs work again

1. Open the package in s3pe

2. Find THUM 0x626F60CE in the list

3. Double click it.

Again a window will pop-up, just as with the CASP file earlier. We're gonna do the same here: change the group to 0x00000000.

If it is a normal hair, the group is 0x00000000. However, if it's an accessory hair, the group for the thumb usually is 0x00000001.

This should cover everything. If anything is unclear, please don't hesitate to ask. I will always try to help when I can :)

Happy simming!

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[crab-instruments]

Dust in the Wind Part 7 (tbb)

Master <Part 6 Part 8>

Pairing: Hunter x Secret Jedi! Reader (GN)

Rating and warning: General audience, feelings

Words: 1.1k

a/n: On this episode of the Baddy Bunch, we get real deep and talk about stuff. It's that one episode the writers snuck in to have something different. Nothing happens, so I wanted to post it now.

The ship was quiet on the way back to Ord Mantell, everyone but you and Tech sleeping in their bunks. Tech sat in the pilot seat, you in the seat next to him. You found yourself here a lot during the journeys you took with the Batch; the expanse of hyperspace gave you solace. Even though you weren’t in trouble, per say, you were left with a feeling of uneasiness after the day’s events. You sensed it course through your body, using your veins and nerves to keep you awake. It was loudest in your brain, your thoughts unrelenting. You felt as if you needed to do something but nothing you could do would actually comfort you, solve the problem you seemed to have. You had your knees to your chest and your chin resting on them, in a tight wad of anxious, humming energy.

It was a relaxed silence in the cockpit, at least, with neither you nor Tech feeling the need to say anything. He focused on the holopad in his hands intently. You almost asked a few times what held his attention so tightly, more just for conversation than in an interest in the subject. Tech’s info dumping was something you found endearing. Having such passion in different subjects, enough to be overfilled with knowledge and then wanting to share it with others, it was obvious to you Tech shared his excitement with those he kept close to show he loved them. You’d never say that to him, though, he either already knew that or he would figure it out one day.

Echo’s voice cut through your thoughts, “Tech, you can go to sleep now, and I’ll take watch.”

Without so much of a movement, Tech replied to his brother. “I will in a few, I want to check all the files in this database first. You can go back to sleep, and I’ll wake you up when I’m done.”

Echo chuckled. “Yeah, sure, so you can fall asleep right there and I get in trouble for not taking my shift. Do you just like sleeping in the pilot seat?” At the accusation, Tech turned in his seat to face his brother, finally removing his eyes from the holopad.

“That has only happened three ti—” “Four.” “Four times yet you refuse to let it go. I’ll be done in a moment, sit down.”

Seeing the boys bicker brought a smile to your face and you loosened your grip on your legs. This really was a family, and you made the right decision in protecting this home, if only they could have moments like this.

“So, Maxis,” Echo switched his attention to you while taking a seat in the chair behind Tech, “you were a part of the GAR at one point?” I was wrong, I made a mistake, I should have run away.

You hummed in response, not wanting to give specific details. You did notice; however, Tech’s hands had stopped fiddling with the holopad, and his eyes seemed to be focused on you.

“What did you do, exactly? The army was big so it’s not likely we would have run into each other but—”

“We couldn’t have,” you shook your head.

“How are you so sure?”

“I… left not long after the Clone Wars started.”

Tech seemed to have decided something and went back to searching. Echo, on the other hand, had gone quiet for a moment to take in what you just said.

“You left? Why, if I may ask?”

Running your hand through your hair, you stared forward back at hyperspace. “I didn’t agree with how the Clone Army was being used, living beings made to be expendable. Disposable lives used to keep those in power safe to make decisions that will never affect them. It went against what the Or—… what the Grand Republic stood for. I did my best to push against the grain, treat each Clone— each soldier as an individual. But… it became too much.”

Your confession hung heavy in the air, the uneasiness settling back in like a thick fog.

“We were trained to fight and were honored to give our lives for the Republic.” Yeah, but that’s how you were raised, your life was taken from you. Didn’t know any different.

“Programmed.” Tech still has his attention on the holopad. “We saw that especially with Order 66.”

Order 66… is that what they called the Purge?

“How did you…”

“Not kill every Jedi on sight? Not join the Empire?” Echo finished for you. “The event that… turned me part droid… damaged the chip they put in us. For the rest of the Batch, they were just too annoying to follow orders.” Echo had such a way in changing the mood.

“Actually,” you didn’t have to look, but Tech held one finger up to make his point, “our mutations made the order ineffective, the same desirable mutations that allow us to disobey orders. Well, except Crosshair for a bit.”

“Yeah, yeah, same thing.”

You looked at Tech. “Wait. Mutations? I knew you were… different… but…”

“Yes, each original member of the Batch has an enhanced skill. I collect and digest knowledge faster than any, Wrecker is incredibly strong and good with explosives, Crosshair is the most accurate sharpshooter and marksmen you’ll ever meet—”

“What about Hunter?” Your enthusiastic curiosity got the better of you, which did not go unnoticed by the two Clones. Echo had a slight knowing smirk cross his face, which you did not appreciate what that could lead to.

“As I was saying, Hunter can track anything using his enhanced senses.” As the knowledge sank in, all the bits and pieces about how Hunter knew things made sense.

Kriffing stars. You couldn’t stop the pout on your face as you realized why it was hard to keep things from Hunter.

“Omega never had a chip, but she is a different type of clone.”

“Putting that all together, the seven of you make a real wacky family traveling the galaxy in a beat-up ship. Could make for a great holoshow,” you said with a slight smile.

Echo stood up. “But don’t forget the mysterious rogue mechanic who hid in the ‘fresher. It’ll make for a great story arc,” the smirk on his face was back, but softer. “Tech, go to bed. Maxis, you can take my bunk since it’s free. You really should sleep on something that isn’t a chair, especially since you exerted yourself today. Otherwise, you’ll really regret it.”

You stood up and gave an exaggerated salute before turning on your heels to the bunks, no point in arguing with mom. He rolled his eyes, understanding the joke you were making but was happy you weren’t putting up a fight like you had previously. Tech followed closely behind.

Part 8

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[monako-jinn-stories]

Jinn I had an idea and your my only writer friend

Ok so wildest dreams by Taylor swift ❤️ “say you’ll remember me …. “ you know that part of it and it’s like a clone x reader and I like when it’s sad the the reader is dying idk maybe they got shot and like that’s what they say to whatever clone s/o and it’s sad

Or I feel like any Taylor song I love Taylor

There is a new scenario to imagine if your sad and want to say sad ‼️ and you can listen to a song too !!!

Oh my god thank you so much for this ask. At first, I had no idea what to do, but then I had an idea and RAN WITH IT. I ended up crying while writing this (maybe because it’s monthly time🤷‍♀️) but either way, this hurt me, and I hope you enjoy it and cry😂

Kix X Fem!Jedi Reader

Say You’ll Remember Me

Master List

Warnings:

Angst, fluff (kind of), character death

Kix hadn’t known what he was truly asking when he asked you to help him research Fives’s discovery. He never truly believed the Kaminoans with what happened to Fives and Tup, and he’d had enough of their lies. You both had.

“I think I found something,” Kix said as he looked through the information on the datapad. You quickly made your way over, leaning over so that your face was next to his as you held his shoulders, looking at the holoscreen.

“Right here. It says something about a biochip…”

“Biochip? Wait, I think Fives said something about that,” you said while straightening up. “He said it was like…something to control you.”

“It says here…oh, Maker! Y/n, it’s worse than we thought! It’s not just about framing everyone!”

“What? What does it say?” You looked at him as his hands shook slightly.

“It says that with a specific order from the chancellor, the clones could all be made to kill the Jedi without hesitation…” He looked up at you then, a fearful look in his eyes. “I could kill you…”

“No, Kix, it won’t come to that. We can find out how to get it out. We will get it out, I promise,” you said while gently taking his hands.

“What did I do to deserve a woman like you?” He said before standing and wrapping his arms around you, his hand running through your hair. You both tilted your heads to connect your lips in a sweet kiss.

“Come on, let’s go. We need to find out where we can get this chip out without being questioned.”

“What about Kamino?”

“No, that’s too dangerous. We might be able to sneak onto a Venator while it’s in the hangar, but I wouldn’t count on it.”

“Let’s get out of this town,” Kix said, “if someone finds out what we’re doing and what we know, it’ll be the end for us.”

“I agree. I already don’t like being on a separatist planet.”

You led the way out of the building, heading back across the town where your ship was stationed. Everything was going good for you today, which was strange. It didn’t feel right. You glanced back at Kix as you walked, him giving you a small smile as he caught your eye. You loved him more than you felt like you could express, but you always tried your best.

As you made your way through the town, you started to sense people following you. You suddenly stopped and pulled Kix in for a kiss. He was slightly caught off guard but quickly returned it.

“We’re being followed,” you mumbled onto his lips before pulling back to gaze lovingly at him.

“So you weren’t just kissing me for the hells of it?” He asked, quirking a brow at you while smirking. You rolled your eyes at him before turning to walk again, your hand grasping his tightly.

“So, we going to fight?” He mumbled as you leaned your head on his shoulder.

“Mmm, if they attack us first,” you reply quietly.

As you approached your ship, you slowed again, eyeing it before taking a cautious step onto the ramp.

“Run!” You yelled, pushing him back with the force as you jumped away. A second later, the shuttle blew up and the people who had been trailing you came out of the trees.

“What should we do with the girl? She wasn’t mentioned before!” One of the attackers shouted.

“Kill her, she’s not who Dooku wants. Keep the clone alive!” Another shouted back.

Kix saw the end as it began. They surrounded you, got between you and him. He couldn’t do anything to help as they overpowered you, knocking your lightsaber from your hand. All he could do was yell as he ran back to you, watching your saber roll away from you. He shot at your attackers, causing them to fall limply to the ground.

When he reached you, his throat let out a pained sound as he saw the blaster shots riddling your form. Your normally red lips and rosy cheeks were now pale as the life drained slowly from you.

“Y/n! You’re going to be okay!” He said frantically, reaching out to grab you and pull you to him.

“Say you’ll remember me…” you breathed out raggedly, weak fingers grasping at his armor.

“N-no, y/n! I won’t have to remember, because you’ll be with me! You’re going to live!” He pleaded as tears streamed down his face. “I-I just need to get you to a new ship, then we can fly you to a medcenter!”

“Kix, please…” you said, a hand moving to cup his cheek.

“No! No no no! Y/n, I’ve lost so many, I can’t lose you too!” His hands were in your hair as he held you, fingers tangling as he tried to gain control of his mind so that he could think. He needed to save you.

“Kix, listen to me. I have a request.”

“What, y/n? I’ll do anything!”

“My last request is…stare at the sunset with me, one last time. Just like we do every night. Just the two of us.”

Kix’s glossy eyes stared at you as if you were the craziest person, but he slowly moved to the side and pulled you into him. The colors in the sky danced around happily, as if this wasn’t the end of everything for Kix. As if your body in his arms wasn’t becoming heavier by the second. The beautiful colors were taunting him. And he couldn’t find the usual peace that came with them.

“Say you’ll see me again, Kix. Even if it’s just in your wildest dreams,” you whispered, moving your head to gaze into his eyes. He looked down at you and more tears fell, some falling onto your cheeks. He held your cheek softly and bent down, pressing his forehead to yours in a keldabe kiss.

“Even if it’s just in your wildest dreams…”

“I will…I love you, y/n.”

“I love you too, Kix.”

After those softly spoken words, he felt you go completely limp in his arms. He finally let out proper sobs, clutching your body to his chest as if the force of his love could bring you back. His own body trembled in emotional pain that hurt so much it was almost physical pain.

His sobs covered up the sounds of more attackers approaching. They caught him off guard, ripping him away from you. He screamed as they threw your body carelessly aside, dragging him to their ship.

They took him somewhere, Kix didn’t know where. Didn’t care where. He was numb, broken. He just wanted you back.

They interrogated him, but nothing worked. He wouldn’t talk. They couldn’t bribe him because he’d already lost the most important thing to him…you. When they shoved him into the cryo-pod, he didn’t resist.

~~~

The galaxy was different, it wasn’t like it was during the clone wars. It was lonely. All his brothers were gone, dead. And so were you.

But there was one place he could always go to see you, whenever he wanted.

It was in his wildest dreams that he always remembered you.

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[hardlystrictlystarwars]

Your Highness Pt 2(Commander Wolffe x Royalty!Reader)

Masterlist || Tag list || Requests/Prompt sheet || Requests

Commander Wolffe x Princess!Reader, mentions of Rush Clovis x Princess!Reader

Don’t try to outdrink a clone of Jango Fett

Masterlist Prologue Part 1

Costume art/inspo for Reader // Writing Prompt inspo

Warnings: Excessive drinking, drunk!Reader, canon-typical cursing. 

A/N: Okay I think this chapter is really sweet and it focuses much more on the Reader and Wolffe compared to the prologue and pt 1. On a different note, I was thinking of doing another part for my Rex Soulmate!AU just because I really rushed to finish it and didn’t like how I ended it(just a random tidbit of info that you probably didn’t need)

Comments, reblogs, and likes are appreciated

“Your highness,” Wolffe addressed you. You instantly recognized the helmet as he walked with a couple of other troopers behind him. 

You and few of your handmaidens stepped out of the doorway of your father’s quarters, exiting after a tense meeting with his medical team. 

You were surprised by the commander’s presence. It had been a couple weeks since your meeting in the gardens and your sighting of him had been limited to only seeing him in the occasional passing. 

During that time, Senator Clovis had come and gone. Only making his stay so long as to greet you and lay out the plans of your wedding before heading back to Coruscant to vote on some banking bill. One that would give the Republic more credit and give the banking clan even more authority in the outer rim. 

While your mother and your future husband got along perfectly during that short time period and agreed on every aspect of your wedding to a perfect T. The same could hardly be said for you. You found yourself and your thoughts often wandering back to that moment in the gardens when you had met him there. Daydreaming about your time spent there rather than putting more thought into your impending future.

“Hello,” You greeted him in a shy voice, “How are you? How have you been?”

“Fine,” He responded, pausing a brief, calculated moment before continuing, “And you?”

“I am alright. I was just visiting my father and his doctors,” You replied, tucking some loose strands of hair behind your ear.

“How is his majesty doing?” He asked, then taking off his helmet.

A flush of heat rushed to your cheeks upon seeing those eyes that you had found yourself missing so much. 

“I’m-m afraid my father could be-e better,” You stumbled over your words. Kriff, this had never happened to you before. Your heart flutters in no way it had before. For Maker’s sake you had just gotten the news from the doctors that your father’s days were numbered and that you should be prepared to take the throne. But all you could focus on was the man in front of you. 

“I’m sorry to hear, your highness,” He said. His voice, much clearer, not restricted by his helmet anymore.

“Thank you. I see you are-re not alone today,” You quickly changed the subject to the two troopers standing a half-step behind him before you melted where you were standing. 

“This is Sergeant Sinker and Sergeant Comet, my staff officers,” He introduced them.

You gave a small courtesy bow, acknowledging them before one of your handmaidens stepped in to tap your shoulder. 

You let out a slight groan, knowing what tap meant.  

“I am afraid I cannot stay any longer. I am scheduled to have lunch on the Garden Terrace soon,” You informed them. Your father’s doctor visit made you miss lunch with the royal court, although you weren’t really too sad about missing a meal in which the only discussion would be about your wedding,

“Well then, it was good to see you your Highness,” 

“It was very good to see you too Wolffe,”

You caught one of his troopers behind him, Sinker, nudging the other when you called his commander just by his first name, wiggling his eyebrows at his brother. The other one, Comet just rolled his eyes in response. 

“My troopers and I should get back to our responsibilities,” Wolffe agreed before he started to make his way past you.

“Well uh -actually Wolffe, is there a possibility where the three of you like to escort me to lunch?” You asked on an impulse. 

Wolffe glanced back at you, blinking a couple of times, a little unsure of how to answer.

“Uh, well the three of us-” Comet started.

“Our Commander would love to escort you to lunch,” Sinker interrupted him with a smirk on his face, “I’m afraid Comet and I have to make sure the shipments of Saava silk the queen wanted gets unloaded. But our Commander has nothing else to do today,”

Sinker was practically on his heels, pushing the other sergeant out of the doors with him to leave the two of you. 

“Well would you look at that? I guess I’m all yours, your highness,” Wolffe said. 

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“Wolffe are you sure you don’t want anything to eat?” You asked, dismissing your handmaidens before sitting down at the table set out with delicacies that had been shipped in from each sector of the galaxy. 

The commander stood idly near you hesitant to take a seat.

“As nice as this is, I really must get back to my troopers, your highness,” He said before claiming he was doubtful that Comet would be able to keep Sinker in line all by himself. 

Even though, deep down in his heart, he did really want to stay with you. 

“Wolffe, have you eaten today? I would hate for my hospitality to leave you hungry,” You asked, a little saddened when you noticed that he wouldn’t call you by your name, instead just using your title like everyone else.

“Don’t worry, I ate with my brothers this morning,” He lied. He had actually been on the night shift and then replaced one of his brothers who had gotten sick on the Queen’s security detail. In between that and seeing you, he hadn’t had so much of a sip of water or a wink of sleep all day.

“Well before you go, will you at least taste this for me?” You requested, pushing forth a plate stacked with fruit, “Just to make sure no one is poisoning my planet’s future queen,”

“I suppose that would be a part of my duty as your security,” Wolffe justified before plopping a slice of jorgan fruit and letting it melt in his mouth. 

“You should try a sip of the blossom wine. It is imported from Naboo,” You said before pouring him a glass, “You know, just to be safe,”

“Of course, your highness,” He said before bringing the flute to his lips.

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It took the commander longer than it should have to realize he had practically spent the latter half of his day with you. You and him had managed to finish off the bottle of blossom wine and open a bottle of Ryborean gax before realizing the sun was setting. 

Wolffe was a hardened drinker, due to many nights spent at 79’s. However, the same could not be said for you. You had tried to keep up with him until you felt your dazed state take over halfway into the bottle of Ryborean gax. You were pretty sure if you stood up in this state, you wouldn’t stay vertical for more than a few steps.

“I’m tired,” You giggled, slouching down in your chair, “All this juice -it makes me want to take a long nap,”

Wolffe chuckled a little. He could tell you didn’t drink often, and when you did it wasn’t anywhere near the two bottles you had shared.

“Wolffe, will you take a nap with me?” You asked before taking another sip from your flute. A little bit dribbled down your chin. 

The commander could only shake his head with a smirk on his face.

“(Y/N), I’m afraid people might get the wrong idea if we take a nap together,” He leaned over with his napkin and wiped your chin. As much as he was enjoying any time with you, he had been taught better than to sleep with a drunken princess in her own home. 

Although, he would be lying to say he didn’t find some humor in your tipsy state. He couldn't help but smirk a little, looking at how cute you were with the sleeves of your gown rolled up to your elbows and your heels kicked off with your feet perched up on the table. While everything you wore told of your royal background, the image of you was surprisingly domestic.

“Wolffe, don’t make me take a nap alone,” You wined with a pout on your lips, “I don’t want to take a nap with anyone else in the galaxy except you,” 

“(Y/N), I know my place well enough to know who I can and can’t take naps with” He replied. 

“Wolffey don’t say that -you should know that any one would be lucky to take a nap with you,” You cooed with a faint, little smile.

“Your funny princess,” He smirked at his nickname.

You giggled again, liking how the word princess rolled off his tongue, “I know I am Wolffey. That’s why you always like it when I’m around,” 

You gave him a sleepy, little wink that made his heart skipp a beat.

“That’s one of the reasons,” He said before picking up your heels off the ground and sliding them gently onto your feet into them. He then leaned in close to you and delicately tucked some of the same fallen hair strands behind your ear again. 

“You’re so pretty,” You whispered at him, “Much pretty than your brothers,”

“Promise me you’ll tell them that next time you see them?” He asked with a grin. His brothers wouldn’t believe a princess told him that otherwise. 

“I promise,” You lazily held up your pinky up towards him.

He took your cue and interlocked yours with his. The two of you had leaned in so close to each other, you could both smell the blossom wine and Ryborean gax on each others’ lips. The two of you interlocked eyes, only looking at each other and forgetting about everything else. Just for a sobering moment, you weren’t a princess and he wasn’t a trooper.  

“Um,uh how about I take you back to your quarters?” He suggested in a low tone. The last thing he needed to be thinking about was a drunk princess running around the palace because she had tried to outdrink him. 

“But Wolffey,” You pleaded softly, wanting to stay.

“What (Y/N)?”

“You’re really handsome,” You pouted, “And we haven’t finished our bottle yet,”

Both of your eyes drifted to the bottle of Ryborean gax sitting on the table a few mere inches away. 

In one swift motion, Wolffe stood up and grabbed the bottle. Raising it to lips before promptly finishing it off right in front of you. He chugged it down before pounding it back on the table like he was drinking at 79’s with his brothers instead of the royal gardens with you, “Finished your highness,”

“You’re still handsome,” You uttered as if it was a problem.

Wolffe moved to pick you up, carrying you in his arms, “I don’t think we can fix that problem tonight,”

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Heat Seekers II Genre: Dark Cyberpunk AU Pairing: Chanyeol x f.reader Words: 8k Fic Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. I’m serious people. If any of the chapter warnings are uncomfortable or triggering for you, please do not read this. Do so at your own discretion. Lots of angst and hurt, eventual smut. Chapter Warnings are below the cut. Author’s Note: There are some specific things in this fic that I’ve personally experienced, and some that I have not. Please understand my intention with this fic is a way of healing not just for myself but hopefully for others who unfortunately have experience with these types of situations. I did a lot of debating about whether or not I should even post this fic, and have spoken to a few individuals about it. Ultimately, with the intent of healing and moving past such trauma, it’s been decided OK to post. Please take my warnings seriously.

Chapter Warnings: panic, anxiety & triggers. Mentions of sex trafficking. Political injustice.

You push your way through the heavy doors into Blue House, ticking your chin forward in greeting to the entertainers standing in the comforts of the lobby, familiar faces you once considered colleagues. The one you’re looking for is at the bar along the back wall, sleek black beneath your fingers, unable to help the way they fan and smooth across its surface as you address him. “Thanks for the tip,” you grin, pausing momentarily to chastise the man before you, “Can I have the info now? I know you were looking out for me by taking it to save, but don’t you think you should have a little more faith in me?” Chan, who is your sole confidant- grins right back. “We don’t believe in faith, remember?” he retorts, flourishing two fingers in front of him to awaken his Atlas, fuzzing to synthetic life between you. You laugh mirthlessly at his reminder because he is right. He flicks his fingers and turns his wrist in a smooth motion, then waits while you blink your own to life and accept the request for sync that takes up the main holo in front of you. He waits for you to collect the job from his inbox and read the description; watching you with a blank expression you don’t see. “In search of a female escort, early to mid-twenties for one night job. The escort must possess advanced skills with Atlas Tech, and hacking. Body measurements are required prior to the job. Deliver in-person to coordinates 94.0114” N 94.0412” E. Details to follow. Payment is dependent on job success. 1200c.” Admittedly, the job description is short but to the point. If anyone were desperate enough, which everyone is, anyone could have collected this job. Now you see why Chan called you for this. Even without the price tag, the requirements complement your skillset spot on. You notice the job expires in two days. Good thing you didn’t have any other plans tonight, you muse to yourself. “Thanks, Chan,” you say with a smile, disconnecting the sync between your Atlas drives. He gives you a warm, dimpled smile in return, “Don’t mention it, babygirl. Just don’t be a stranger, yeah? You know Blue House will always be here for you.” His affectionate pet name for you makes your stomach flutter, just the same as it always did, but you sigh and turn away with a nod, plugging coordinates into your H.I. Pulling up your GPS menu, your smart tech automatically asks you if you want to register the coordinates it recognizes from any recent files you opened. You tap the green ‘register’ button on your interface the moment you slide onto the smooth leather seat of your hyperbike. You pull the visor of your helmet down, giving your H.I a moment to complete the reaction and pop up in your helmet visor. When it does, you scan the map, telling your Atlas you wish to start your bike. The artificial chime of understanding is a comforting sound, as is the low humming purr of the engine starting within the metal between your knees. Intimate, like a heartbeat between a ribcage. The route isn’t terribly long, about thirty-six minutes through the city… if you go the speed limit. A ridiculous notion to still follow, if only out of principle for the older generations. Nobody uses the rule of it anymore, and most people who use the road these days consider it an insult to the growth of safe traveling anymore to have ‘limits’ on speed, and by extension, how well a vehicle moves. Why make such advancements if the restrictions placed on them refuse to evolve? You tick your head to the side with a slight scowl. The trip takes you two-tenths of a second longer than you initially gauged. To a tech hacker such as yourself, inaccuracy is a flaw you’re desperate to rid yourself of. It makes you green with envy of Artificial Intelligence. The coordinates take you to a jewelry store on the north side of the city, closer to the outskirts and the wilderness of the Old City beyond it. Despite the location, the street is lined with tons of high-end shops that glow in the night, open for business. Odd, considering the best shopping districts in the city are further toward the center, and none of them look as classy as this street. You enter the store, raising a brow at the large panel that reads ‘Cloak & Dagger’ in clean, bold lines in the window. A strange name for a jewelry boutique. It feels out of place for you to be here, but you march forward carefully regardless of the uncomfortable way the white polished floor shines back up into your eyes. “Hello?” you call, approaching the largest glass case- it appears to be the counter, with a small tablet resting on a stand in the center. A woman stands up from behind another case to your left, sliding the glass panel closed with her hand before she approaches you. “How can I help you?” Her accent is older, perhaps European, and she looks as if she could be in her sixties. Even at her apparent age, she is exemplary. Your eyes drift down to the items in the case, drawing out a hum because the contents of the case are not what you expected. Now the name makes perfect sense. The jewelry doesn’t just mean your typical rings and pendants. The case is full of self-defense jewelry. Defender rings, ring knives, and other small weapons that are worn. Without answering her, you round the case to the one she stood from, and notice an assortment of larger wearable weapons. From strings of magnetic senbon to actual daggers and piercing finger cuffs. “Find something you like?” she asks, trying to prompt you again. Part of you immediately dislikes the way she’s standing. She seems too proud of your reaction, and with her back straight and hands folded perfectly on top of the counter, she has an air of superiority. With narrowed eyes, you stand back to your full height, “I’m here about a job that’s due in two days.” Her face is unreadable, and she nods minutely, “Can you show me what you’re referring to, dear?” She makes a finger gun and points it directly toward you, tilting her fingers up with the motion of it going off. It sets your adrenaline running with panic until she smiles and her Atlas opens between you. Her motion for opening it is horrifying, and you’re bewildered as to how she came about making that her initiation sequence. You don’t want to close your eyes tightly for the full second it takes to open your own, but you hold you breath and do it anyway. She hums in approval and understanding when you twist your H.I toward her and show her the job posting on your personal assignment bulletin. “I see,” she says, letting her eyes rove you up and down. Nothing you’re not used to, having worked in a brothel for years. “Very well then.” She types something into her own H.I and motions for you to come back to the center of the shop floor. When you do, she presses a button on her interface that expands it around the room. Suddenly, you’re standing in the center of some program she’s running, and the security cameras in the shop come to life. A bright blue light beams from each, pointing at your feet as they scan up your form. Momentarily, you’re impressed with the way she’s made her tech work. Multiple programs running from the same cameras, she’s clever, and you like her a little more for it. Perhaps a bit unorthodox and fitting to her shop’s name, cloaked in mystery, but you’re interested in how she came to be in this moment. She stands in front of you, one hand on her hip while the other goes between touching her lips to touching her main holographic interface, or H.I for short. She’s mumbling to herself as she works, letting your now holographic form float into the space above you. Reaching out, she pulls you out of the center and away from your holoclone. “Fry, darling, give me measurements without her clothes, will you?” “Yes of course, dear,” a disembodied voice echos back. Albeit quite synthesized, it is distinctly male, with an American accent. “Pardon me for the intrusion, miss. Varian Fry, at your service.” the voice says to your holoclone. No clothing is actually removed from either you or your clone, but the AI brings up a separate holo screen for each piece of your clothing. It’s fascinating, to see how quickly he can tell everything about the items, from their thickness and fibers to how many millimeters they equate for in your initial measurements. “At your request, dear,” he says, and an upbeat chime rings on her main interface with your naked measurements. The woman looks at you over her reading glasses, smiling, “He’s impressive, isn’t he?” You realize she asked because you’re smiling at his handiwork. Simply, you nod at her. “Fry, take these into manufacturing. Rush order, number…” she trails off, pausing as she tilts her head at you, “seventy-two, please. In black and violet.” You have no idea what she means and part of you feels like this is some strange super-suit she’s making for you. “Right away, dear.” Fry says, and her H.I blinks into nonexistence. She sighs, glancing at you wistfully, “I think he’ll be most pleased.” You know you shouldn’t because it’s cliche and quite honestly, she shouldn’t tell you, but you ask anyway, “Who?” She laughs, “Your partner for the evening, of course. Don’t worry too much, he’s one of the good guys.” That’s all she tells you before she’s ushering you back toward the door. “Come by again tomorrow midday, it’ll be ready,” she assures you just as she lets the door shut between you. The encounter leaves you feeling a myriad of emotions, though most prominently was the anxiousness of such a mysterious job. You’ve only had a small share of jobs from outside sources, and none that appeared to have so much riding on them. Without anything else to do, you ride back toward Blue House, craving pizza. Smiling, you decide to stop for a quick payday and a free dinner at The Cave. It takes less time than usual to make your rounds of the arcade cabinets, easily earning enough credits to pay for a large pie to take back with you. Plain cheese, well done. Same as always. When you walk through the doors of the brothel with a smile and a pizza box, Chan knows, “Oh no, how many people’s day did you ruin?” “Just a few, I promise. I really just wanted the pizza.” you comment, admitting that a few extra coins in your pocket from beating out cheating gamers never hurt anyone. His eyes zero in on the box settled on your palm with a swallow, “Did you just bring that here to make my mouth water?” There’s a hopeful spark in his eyes, but you decide to enjoy the chance to tease anyway, “We both know this isn’t the kind of thing that makes your mouth water.” Your eyes float around the lobby with a grin. His smile slides off his face briefly, until you shake your head, “Come on. Got some time to spare?” Immediately, the guardian of Blue House morphs his stance- away from the imposing spread of his arms across the sleek counter to the boyish delight of the one person you’ve grown to trust in this world like a starry-eyed puppy. His childlike wonder brings a smile to your lips at the stark contrast of his nickname in the business, as the Wolf of Blue House. He doesn’t mind it, and most of his clientele pay top dollar to have the attention and affection of that persona. You know the way, and Chan follows you through the door on the right, ascending the stairs tucked narrowly between the lounges. The rose-colored light gives the cramped space an intimate feel, and part of you takes artificial comfort from this familiarity, and the memories of it you can feel permeate your consciousness. Of the way you grew up here, together with Chan. Of how thankful you are to him for teaching you and helping you survive. The embarrassment of teenage years made you closer, and you try not to smile, remembering once when you were drunk and nineteen, after your first official orgasm ever, at his hands, and the victory of such a thing made you so emotional you confessed that you loved him. Gently as ever, he brought you back down and reminded you that pleasure isn’t love. In the darkness of your personal room in this very building, your tears fell from the sudden fear of weightlessness that overtook you with such release, and he was there for every step of the way. Chan was there, keeping you grounded and guiding you on a path that would make you strong enough, smart enough, to stand on your own feet and never need anyone else. You could want to your heart’s content, but you would never need. That seems like a distant past, now. Somewhere after eating the whole pie with Chan on the rooftop, you fell asleep. You’re positive he carried you back down the stairs to his den and let you sleep in his bed. The only difference was your jacket had been removed, neatly folded over the open door of his armoire. You’ve woken up here before, sometimes alone, sometimes not when you needed to feel safe so you could sleep without screaming. Weeks or months between. Never more than 3 nights in a row. Today, only the familiar scent of Chan lingers in the room. When you rise, you notice he’s left you some of your old clothes, if you feel so inclined, and a fresh towel. The mirror of his bathroom has wispy remnants of condensation still, and the balmy humidity in the room feels relaxing. The warm water kickstarts your tired bones while you shower, giving you time to think against the white noise it provides. You wonder what time it is, but don’t bother with rushing the moment. As usual, you find Chan working in the office with his natural curls still damp atop his head. They’re unstyled, the dry strands a bit frizzy- mused from his fingers running through them no doubt. Even though you know he’s very busy, he looks comfortable. “I’m out.” you coo quietly from your position, leaning against the door frame with your jacket tucked over your folded arms. It’s a little awkward saying goodbye, knowing you’ll be back in a few weeks after you’ve rotated through your other caches. You can never stay in one place for too long. His head snaps up with the sound of your voice, and he gives you a dimpled grin, “Okay. Stay safe out there, babygirl.” It’s obvious your decision to even say goodbye makes him happy, although he has never judged you for disappearing without small talk. Neither of you owe each other anything. You remain as you both are, separately autonomous. The time you share together is a boon of respectful interest and allied friendship. It’s half past noon as you sling your backpack over your shoulder and head outside, inhaling a deep breath as your palm habitually runs across the leather seat of your bike. Mounting, you bring up the routes of your recent destinations and take in the swell of momentary bliss you get when the bike beneath you roars to life. The midday sun feels good, the heat of it through your clothes and on your hands warming you the moment you ride onto the city streets from the cool shade of the undercity. When you arrive at Cloak & Dagger, you’re whisked inside by the same older woman from yesterday, and she makes a lot of fuss over you. “We’ve got to get your nails and your hair done before you can wear that dress,” she’s muttering, pulling at your hair and your hands to see your fingernails. “Excuse me?” you ask. The job didn’t entail all of that fuss. Why is going to that extent necessary? She gives you a dazzling, perhaps a little overeager smile. “You’ve got to look the part, doll. You’re not bad,” she comments, standing back to assess you from head to toe with a twist to her lips, “but we’ve still got to even out your ends and do you up for the event.” You’re uncomfortable with this, but when she confirms it will cost you nothing, you remind yourself it’s all for the money. Plus, you haven’t had a haircut in a while. “Close the shop, dear, we’ve got important work to do!” she coos in excitement loudly to her AI. Fry’s voice answers her with amusement, “We never opened today, dear.” She laughs, “All’s well that ends well, then!” as she takes your hand and walks you back behind the counter and into a large space that appears to be a dressing room. Immediately, she guides you to a comfortable-looking chair stationed in front of an old-style makeup mirror and begins talking to her AI. “Mm, yes, I think this one will do.” she says as she flips through a couple of hairstyles from a menu you don’t recognize in her H.I. Two arms fold down from the center of the ceiling here, sleek and soundless as they move. Fry’s voice is directed at you, “This is happening to you, my dear. Which of these would you like? I can do either with the length your hair will be once I even it out.” A display appears on the mirror in front of you and four hairstyles are displayed. You’re still trying to wrap your head around this ordeal and all the fuss over you, but you blurt out “number two” anyway. “Excellent choice, my dear.” he says, gentlemanly as always in his American accent. The arms behind you start working immediately, folding out to comb your hair and part it, taking clips from a tray that’s been set up just behind the chair. It takes longer than you anticipated for the AI Varian Fry to cut your hair and style it into the selected choice, all while he comments how wonderful it looks on you. You’ve lost count of how many pins he’s put in by now. The quirky woman jabs often at you with small talk that you needn’t reply to, or she comments on the work Fry is doing while she tends to your nails. “I can do that, darling. No need to fret.” the AI says to her while she fusses over evening out your nails, but she waves him off. “No no, I want to. It makes me feel useful. We never get to have this kind of fun anymore.” Her words are cryptic and the way she says them tells you there’s a mountain of information behind the comment, but she says nothing else about it. Your nails aren’t something you get a choice with, as she layers gel onto them, building it up and evening the edges before she finishes. You watch, moving your fingers in all kinds of ways to get used to having longer nails, almond-shaped no less. Admittedly, you like the matte hue she chose as the color. Once she’s finished, she stands and walks to the left side of the room. There’s a long, rolling pole with clothes hangers adorning it, and a single garment is neatly folded in a black bag. She removes it and unzips it just as Varian Fry places the final bobby pin in your hair, covering your eyes with a metal visor briefly while hairspray plumes into a cloud over your head. “I can’t wait to see this on you,” the woman coos excitedly, “You might just be our best work yet.” When Varian finishes your hair, the arms spin your chair in the direction of the woman, and she’s holding up a black and violet dress, the heavy yet gentle shine of velvet catching light. Typically, you’re not the dress type, but again, money is money. At least it isn’t hideous, and the colors and style are gorgeous. There’s isn’t much you find that would annoy you with it, other than perhaps the inability to run if necessary. “We’ve only got your makeup left to do!” she chimes while she hangs the dress on a hook high off the floor, just beside the mirror. Another cart is wheeled over by one of Varian’s arms, full of high-end makeup brands you recognize from huge ads in the shopping districts of the city. She takes your hand with a laugh, “Up up up, come on now, let’s get you into this.” Ushering you into another room, you’re granted a moment of privacy to use the restroom and collect yourself before she’s knocking at the door and shamelessly stripping you of your outer clothes. Being naked in front of others stopped making you feel insecure a long time ago, and the benefit of it is the efficient speed of doing the task you needed to do instead of milling about in a flustered state of undress for longer than necessary. It doesn’t mean you enjoy being in the nude, but when duty calls you do what must be done. The older woman of Cloak & Dagger doesn’t seem to bat an eye either, assuming years of her dressing up others in her creations has kept the professional efficiency all the same. If she notices any of your battle scars, she doesn’t pause or comment on them. When you look at yourself in the mirror, you don’t recognize the woman staring back at you, except for her eyes and the color of her hair. The dress hugs your form like a thick and warm blanket, accentuating the lines of your body and appealing to the curve of your hips you hadn’t realized were so generous. You turn several directions, analyzing yourself. Perhaps it had been too long since you looked in the mirror at your body. You could appreciate the shape of your own ass, and the swell of your breasts, the gentle caress of line that was your own spine, clearly visible in the cutout back of this dress. Even the muscle of your own legs, visible from the mid-thigh down to the shiny black heels on your feet. For once, even with every sad story of the scars you know riddle your body, you couldn’t stop staring at yourself, liking the way you looked. Finished with fussing over yourself, the woman cracks a grin at you, cooing with excitement at the spectacle before her. “You look ravaging, darling.” She opens the door and takes your hand. Leading you back into the center of the prep room, she waits. Walking in heels is going to be the death of you- you’ve never worn any quite this high and pointy. In your mind, the only upside is the way you could stab someone with one if warranted. When Varian doesn’t respond and no movement is noticed from any of the things he can control, she asks, “Varian dear are you awake?” To which the hand-like ends of the limbs from the ceiling give her a single finger of silence, he whispers, “No, no please I need a moment to enjoy this absolute dream.” The woman barks a loud laugh, giggling to herself with pride. The joke does not go over your head, realizing with a smile that Varian was giving you a compliment. The entire ordeal has taken far longer than you think is appropriate, but if you try to think about your feelings, you can admit you enjoyed the pampering, and you feel good. You’ve never done anything like this, and there are small parts of you that had always wondered about why women fuss over their appearances so much. Now, you know. “The car has just arrived, dear.” Fry’s voice cuts in just as the woman finishes applying one more layer of lipstick to your face. She claps her hands together and smiles, “Right then! One last piece.” With a sway in her step, she leads you back out to the front of the shop and muses over the selection of handbags to her right briefly, deciding on a black leather clutch with a silver crossbody chain that she drapes over your body. You spy through the front window curiously, eyeing a man standing beside a car door wearing a black suit and tie with dark sunglasses. He’s not moving. “One more thing.” says the old woman, her finger raised in the air as she rounds the counter. She pulls a small 10mm pistol from somewhere below the register, checking it with a speed you find almost as alarming as the immediate panic that sets into your bones. You’re frozen as she checks the six spaces are all filled with bullets, snaps it shut and puts the safety lock on. Then, she’s standing in front of you, holding it out for you to take. Slowly, as if the gears of your body have been rusted still far too long, you shake your head. “What’s the matter dear, don’t know how to shoot? I don’t think you’ll need it, but just in case.” “No,” your voice quivers. She makes a sound of disbelief, misunderstanding you as she reaches for your bag, attempting to put the gun in it. “Get that thing away from me.” you command, wrenching the bag out of her fingers. She gives you a look, open-mouthed and taken aback a bit. When the pause between you grows too heavy, the man at the car breaks the silence by knocking on the door. The old woman blinks, “Oh, goodness okay okay, have it your way. Just be safe. I don’t want any idiots ruining this stunning creation.” she says to you with a wistful smile and a pat to your shoulder. Once she ushered you outside, you’re not sure why, but your head seemed to turn of its own volition, back to the front window of Cloak & Dagger, where you spied Varian’s metal arm whipping a handkerchief from an unknown place and offering it to his wife. The SUV in front of you is dark. Black paint, black trim and rims, and every window except the windshield looks deeply tinted. The man in front of you, painfully obvious with his secret and important aura, sticks out like a sore thumb. His only motion is opening the rear door for you. You’re desperate not to wobble or fall as you climb inside, already scowling at the heels on your feet. The inside of the SUV is more spacious than you gave credit for, with the seats rearranged in a way that opens the space like a lounge of sorts, complete with ice bucket and the glow of colored lights overhead. You perch yourself on the edge of an open section of the long seat across from the only other person in the back of the car, save for the sound of the man closing the door behind you and climbing into the driver’s seat of the SUV from the other side of a thick panel of black glass. The eyes of the person across from you are dancing along your skin, you can feel them, but it’s not in a way that raises the hair on the back of your neck. When you look ahead, you find a pair of dark eyes, crinkled at the outer corners and smiling at you, one hand extended in your direction. “Good evening, thank you for coming.” His voice is smooth. Neutral, with a hint of amusement. You say nothing, waiting for him to elaborate. He is handsome, you’ll admit, but in an almost too-pretty way. Hair swept up and to the side, in a full three piece suit that looked as if it cost an absurd amount of money to buy. His posture, with one knee over the other and his torso draped at an angle, with one arm over the back of the seat across from you. He raises his thick brows once when you say nothing, still analyzing him. “Right.” he chimes, placing the glass from his hand in the holder beside him. “I’m Suho, the one who posted the job.” he states matter of factually, in a calm and even tone. The first indicator that his request is legitimate, you think. His posture is too relaxed and he speaks too clearly to be afraid of being overheard by nothing more than an anxious or guilty conscience. He is not out to get you. “What is it exactly that you need my help with?” you ask, matching his tone. A small part of you relaxes into the seat at your back, adjusting to sit a little more comfortably. He smiles wistfully, “I’m glad you asked,” a pause, before he sits up and places his elbows on his knees, hands folded together in front of him so he can address you directly. “We’re headed to a Gala as we speak. The Medical Advancement Technologies Gala, to be precise. There’s a certain politician attending that must be dealt with, but there is information I need from him in order to deal with him appropriately.” Suho explains, skirting the details. Whether at your expense or not, it pisses you off. “You don’t need to sugarcoat it with me, just so you know. So what did he do and why do you care?” He blinks at you, then quickly collects himself with a smile, “Apologies.” There’s a brief moment where his brows knit together before he continues, “He is… someone who uses his political power to do unforgivable things. I care, because one of those things is sex trafficking.” You don’t flinch, you don’t move, you don’t blink. You want to ask why that’s what Suho cares about, but you remind yourself that’s not the most important line of questioning right now. It’s not about Suho, it’s about the politician. Nodding when you notice he’s waiting for your response, “How is it that you came to find out about it, and how do you know it is him? Does he use an alias?” Suho hums with agreement, “He does. I’ve been tracking his association with trafficking for months, and have done what I can to gather information, but it is that last missing piece he keeps locked up that I need help with.” He makes a distinct motion with his right hand, elegant and graceful, almost as if dancing, so subtle and strange you almost miss it. It takes you a moment to realize that was his initiation to awaken his own Atlas. He begins flicking his way through a series of locked programs and folders in his own archives. Bold of him to do so directly in front of you. He doesn’t know what you’re capable of, and although it isn’t easy to read some of his things both backwards and at a speed to see anything useful, it isn’t impossible to pick out the keywords ‘Olympus’ and ‘Tartarus’ from some of his files. “So you need someone to hack into his Atlas to retrieve the final key.” you assume of him, understanding now exactly why the job was so specific. The man in front of you motions for you to open your own, intending to share some files with you. Blinking it to life, you accept his immediate offer to link up after a brief moment of hesitation. You have plenty of safeguards on your own tech, and there should be virtually no way for anyone to hack and see anything of value since you are the sole creator and user of Ghost tech, but something else tells you this won’t be the last of Suho you’ll be seeing. Suho nods when you accept, “Yes. You’ll be with me all evening, and I’ll introduce you to him. I promise there will be no sexual favors or activities involved, whatsoever.” You tilt your head, puckering your lips for a moment. Your eyes trail him up and down through the glowing blue lines between you, gauging his reasoning for a woman rather than a man. “Why a woman then?” He blanches momentarily, before shrugging, “Just my personal preference I suppose.” He meets your stare but doesn’t express any other emotion, as far as you can tell. “Yet you wish for no acts of sexual service?” Suho nods, “That’s right. Just be my date. I won’t even kiss you.” Nothing here screams danger to you, no fight or flight instincts kick in, but you find yourself asking a question and playing a game regardless. A game your inner self loathes, and your survival self thrives on. The addiction of power that comes with winning in any form. You make a show of eyeing him from the dark hair atop his head, all the way down to the perfectly polished tips of his shoes. “That’s a pity.” Suho, who you barely know, blinks at you and surprise settles on his face, trying to hide the smile in the apples of his cheeks while he pretends to look out the window. You wait, openly watching him for any subtle signs of odd behavior. For any slip ups. This is where checkmate is called in the game. The part where your victory is certain but the game drags on. And yet, no such euphoric victory sweeps through your bloodstream. Instead, he murmur’s a simple phrase to flip the tables and lance you with the first striking blow of information. Information that is dangerous. “This is why it had to be you.” Quickly your dress seems to morph its shape into the most constricting piece of clothing you’ve ever worn. You can do nothing, sitting perfectly still. Suho takes a moment to realize your reaction was intense, a deep furrow in his brow when he understands. “You’ve got nothing to fear from me, though.” he attempts to pacify your anxiety, holding up his empty palms. “Explain. Now.” is all you can force from your throat. With a sadness to his expression, he tucks the corner of his mouth into his cheek and gives you a hard stare. Then, he sighs. He sags a little more along the bench seat across from you, letting his heavy head hang a little lower, shoulders a little looser. Relaxing his posture to appeal and seem less dangerous. “We need your help, Ms. Maneater.” he breathes at last, as if the face were plain as day. Your silence is heard everywhere like the command of a god in the small space of the SUV. “I’m one of the rare someone’s who gives more fucks to humanity than to money. I came from money, and lots of it. Until my humanity was handed over to a human trafficking trade by my own parent’s filthy hands.” For the first time in a full minute you take one small breath. Nothing in his posture or words or expression rings false. There is no tension in his throat, wrought tight with lies. “You could say I had my eyes opened. Today, I manage a team of others like me, with their own trauma and stories of how they’ve survived to rise from the ashes. Our scars are what keep us motivated to put bad people away in the deepest pits of hell forever.” He talks lowly now, just low enough to be more than a whisper. Your lips form a word, barely audible, “Tartarus.” This time, it is Suho’s turn to be taken aback with shock. “Where did you find that name?” His reaction gives you the strength to relax a fraction, fighting through the tension in your jaw to speak, “You’ve got nothing to fear from me.” He scoffs as you throw his own words back at him. “I just read it on your Atlas.” It takes him a moment to weigh your words, understanding how careful he should be. “I didn’t think that was possible, I moved through them so quickly.” You nod, folding your hands together, “Well, you did say it had to be me. I can only allude to that meaning of my technical abilities if you know my moniker.” His smile reappears, not too much, but just enough to curve his lips, “We need your help.” “How exactly am I supposed to trust you? You didn’t tell me how you knew it was me.” Suho pouts his lips, considering your question, “You’re not as stealthy as you think you are,” he begins. “Although we mostly went off of clues and a hunch, Mrs. Fry and her AI did their due diligence to confirm your identity through your Atlas.” You narrow your eyes at him, ready with a threat. “Varian is amazing, yes? There is so much he can do to go undetected if he only looks, but doesn’t touch.” Your rage is simmering, in part that you are impressed, “Why not have him do the hacking for you then?” Suho clicks his tongue, “AI are not allowed at the MAT Gala, and even if he were it would be incredibly suspicious to bring an AI for a companion to such an event.” “And you prefer women anyway.” you chide sarcastically. You sigh, “How did you know I would come?” At this question, he fixes you with a hard stare as if deciding what to say, “I didn’t, but I had hope that the price tag would catch the Wolf’s eye for you when I had Varian post it on the brothel’s board.” “Excuse me?” you growl, ready to whip off your heel and stab him if necessary. You push the shame down that you let your guard down with Chan. What if he is in danger because of you? Although no danger seems to come from Suho, it doesn’t mean there aren’t other targets on your back. You can only hope that Chan isn’t as stupid as you are. “Relax,” Suho says, “I’m not interested in that information, and I hope I’ve already established that I’m not in it for the money.” A tap on the black glass between you and the driver pulls Suho’s attention away briefly, “We’ve got about 20 minutes to talk about the job.” It takes you a moment to nod at him, “Fine. Tell me what I need to do.” He smiles at you, “Thank you.” It takes ten minutes for Suho to share the information he’s gathered with you so far, from pictures to audio recordings and statements of witnesses given to others and collateral information taken from various sources. All with the initials of CIG under something called ‘Project Zero’.

Suho gently tries to escape the horrific details that ‘Project Zero’ uses funds from taxpayers in order to feed, shelter and educate homeless persons and families in an effort to reduce the number to zero, and the fact that it more than likely means the funds are being used to eradicate or enslave them in the trafficking market.

In the last ten minutes, you think of how you’ll collect the piece of information Suho needs. An offshore account where his embezzled funds are kept and used, under the alias of one CIG. Suho shows you backdated statements of funds going to and coming from the account from another account, a tertiary, privately owned finance management company connected to ‘Project Zero’.

Suho has the login information for the accounts, and is certain the politician is the CEO of the finance company managing the whole thing. All you have to do is hack in and find the items necessary to link all three together.

The Gala is… impressive. Deciding to trust Suho for the evening, at least, you walk beside him, arm in arm down the velvety carpet rolled out between the street and the venue.

“How are you connected to all this?” you whisper to him as you pause, waiting your turn for the media and news outlets to take your photos. It makes you uncomfortable.

Suho hums beside you, smiling and patting your hand affectionately, “Do you know Guardian Hospitals?”

The name is not uncommon to anyone as a well-known chain of general hospitals across Korea and China.

He pulls you forward gently, walking to the center space between two glittering, fluorescent obelisks that frame the ‘MAT GALA’ backdrop for photos. Several cameras flash in succession, making you squint against the headache you receive by waving a hand and smiling, playing your part beside Suho.

“I own the Korean branch.” he says when you’ve passed the threshold into the venue, grinning from ear to ear at your expression.

You suppose that’s not too far-fetched an explanation. You know three things about Suho now, and although you don’t have time to consider the surely intricate way to link it, you idly wonder if his connection to the hospital chain is how he knew to find you. Once or twice you’ve had to go, for illness or injury and at Chan’s insistence.

He doesn’t freely give up any other personal details about himself or ask you any questions. Nor do you, and the fact that he is patient and doesn’t pry is something you accept with good grace.

There’s an excruciating amount of idle small talk fluttering around you and Suho where you’re seated. Other people of importance come to the assigned table and take their seats. Some leave and come back. The same conversation floats around the table over and over again, asking the same uncaring greeting questions.

Some, like yourself, are deep into their Atlas’s, reading articles or working to answer emails or draft important papers or speeches- even in the middle of an event like this, too preoccupied to leave their work alone.

You can’t say you blame them, considering you’re here doing the same thing, regardless of it being the sole purpose you’re wearing this ridiculous outfit in the middle of an uncomfortable situation.

Suho’s fingers gently caress the point of your elbow, subtle in the way he directs your shoulders to turn acutely to the right. His face leans close enough that only you will hear the words whispered at your ear, not that anyone else cares to listen.

“There, coming this way. Red suit.”

Only one person fits the description, and you reach for your drink on the table, taking a small sip as you watch to fit in with the movement of people around you. An older man, average build with a suit that looks just as expensive as the rest of the people here, a dark and bloody red.

You watch, leaning back slowly into Suho’s grasp as he slings one arm over the back of your chair and curls himself toward your shoulder to talk. A tactic you know to create a more intimate space and make watchful eyes turn away with discomfort.

Suho’s talking in your ear again as the man approaches. A slight moment of unexpected anxiety raises your heartbeat a fraction, wondering if you’ll have to speak to him. The tension dissipates as he stops at the table directly behind yours and pulls out a chair, talking immediately with someone he knows at the table. The breath you didn’t know you’d been holding escapes from your throat in a long, quiet exhale.

Suho notices your anxiousness, taking your hand and patting it gently as if it were the most natural thing in the world for him to touch you with such care. Somehow, the action quells you nerves.

You’ve hacked people before, but never someone who looked as powerful or important, and never in the presence of the public eye.

Your counterpart leans closer to your ear again with a smile, “Relax,” he says. “Nobody is paying you any attention.”

His words aren’t enough to hold back the wildness in your expression, and he chuckles softly, “Not that you trust me very much, but I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you. For once, you have someone literally looking out for you.”

This time, his assurance cuts deeper, but not in a painful way. There’s a sincerity in his tone you can’t dispel, and it helps ground you.

You blink, slow and purposefully, and the soft and familiar blue glow of your Atlas casts a wave of color on your skin that washes over you like a comforting touch. It steadies you to dive deep into your world.

Part of you is weary about Suho watching, afraid he may somehow know about your Ghost tech. You briefly consider this a test to see how true to its name your self-made program is, and the part of your conscience that wins is curious to see if you pass.

Refusing to let it weigh you down, you get to work.

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Fourteen hours later, you’re sitting at a window seat table sipping strawberry milk and fidgeting with the in-ear piece you just finished outfitting with the latest hologlass tech.

The rays of sunlight warm your arm where its closest to the window, and the chattering of the bustling cafe helps fight your drowsiness. There isn’t a crowd here, and the noise is just the slow side of steady that its easy to pick up the conversation of anyone around.

So, you listen. To an older couple talking about the vacation they are on, although you’re not sure why anyone would vacation in this city. You listen to the table of young people in the corner booth talking about homework and research papers as they simultaneously watch a single tablet with a lecture playing at the head of the table.

You listen, when the middle aged man closest to your table laughs. “What a deplorable monster.”

The sentence piques your interest. Stealing a glance, you notice he’s commenting on the news.

News that shows a headline of ‘Breaking News’, and a video clip of a politician being walked down the wide and pristine granite steps of the city judicial building. He’s handcuffed, and there are tons of reporters and cameras in his face that the police are shoving out of their way as they descend.

Your blood runs cold the moment you realize it’s the politician from last night. You freeze, with a mouthful of strawberry milk you refuse to swallow, and wait for the rest of the information.

“Choi In Gyong will go on trial for the undeniable and anonymously leaked evidence of embezzling funds from Project Zero- a campaign he sired to help the homeless- and participating in the purchase, acquisition and selling of people in an American sex trafficking cartel.” explains the newscaster. Her expression of disgust is plain for all to see.

Her AI counterpart, wearing a suit and tie, gives further details, “Jumbotrons all over the city, as well as the police headquarters were somehow hacked, but only to blast the evidence of his connection to such atrocities. Details on who or how the information was obtained and who hacked into these secure networks are still unknown. Many have speculated it was the work of Maneater, but one detail snufs out that option.”

The woman anchor smiles, turning to her co-host, “Oh? And what’s that, Yeoguk?”

Anchor Yeoguk cocks his head to one side, a quirk all his own, “The only indicator from whom the evidence was sent was the letter ‘O’.”

You jump as your phone rings, facedown on the table beside your forgotten milk. When you turn it over, you recognize the first two digits of it as a payphone number.

“Hello?”

A hum from the other end of the line, followed by a familiar voice, “Have you seen the news recently?”

You’re still a little shocked, but snort at the obvious excitement in his tone nonetheless while you stand and make your way out of the cafe.

“I just happened to catch the headlines.”

“And have you checked into your collections yet?”

You smile, “Not yet. Why, is there 1200c sitting prettily in there for me?”

Suho laughs from the other end of the line, “Yes, and more if you’re willing.”

The meaning of his statement catches you off guard, “What are you getting at?”

He hums again, but this time there’s no excitable tone to his voice, “I’d like to make you an offer, Ms. Maneater.”

You pause, pulling your phone away from your ear briefly to look at it questioningly.

“Last night’s job was… a test of sorts. We’ve had our eye on you for some time and last night proved you are just what we needed.”

“Am I supposed to be offended or impressed?” you ask through clenched teeth. You feel uneasy about this, you’ve never worked directly with anyone before on your hacking, and certainly not with such high risk and reward.

Suho laughs again at your reply, “Consider this the official, cordial invite to join Olympus.”

You scoff, of course he would call it that. However, you can’t deny that it is worth considering. After getting past the shock of your work having such a huge, direct effect, you feel… content.

Content that what you did was important to a lot of people like you. Content to know that there is a little bit of hope out there. Content to know that Suho wasn’t all bark and that perhaps, you can learn to trust him and his crew.

“I’ll give you some time to consider. It’ll be in your inbox.” Suho says. “Thanks for everything.”

“Wait!” you try, hoping to get some more information, “What will be in my inbox? How did you get my number? Hello? Hello…?” To your frustration, the dial tone is the only response you receive.

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