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gatorbites-imagines · 7 months

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Kinktober day 31

Boba Fett + Oral fixation

Finally finishing up kinktober, thank you all for sticking around, hopefully my studies will be less hectic next year.

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Boba Fett was a man of action, even now as the ruler of Tatooine, he rarely had much time where he wasn’t doing one thing or another. He may not be running around the galaxy as one of the best bounty hunters out there, but being a ruler still came with many duties.

That was why he enjoyed the days where the sandstorms ran across the desert planet, as no work could be done of those days, and no one would find their way to the palace for an audience. It also meant he got to spend time with you, his lover and companion, his riduur.

You were both busy men, where Boba had retired from bounty hunting, you had not, though you had gone down in time. Nowadays you mainly did it to keep active, and to keep in contact with old allies, or people you owed Boba and you favours, making sure they knew you hadn’t forgotten.

Boba let out a groan as he leaned back against the many pillows you had stacked on your shared bed, both of your armour having been removed a long time ago and placed on their stands near the door. His strong hand ran through your hair where you were settled between his thighs. There was no hurry in what you two were doing, the craving for orgasm wasn’t even weighing on either of you.

There were times you two just needed this after being apart for a while, it made you feel closer in a way. Boba could lay back and flick through different holo-movies he had saved, or holo-novels, stuff that he had had to put off because of his duties. And as he did this, you would lay or kneel comfortably between his thighs, lips wrapped around his cock as it rested heavily on your tongue.

Most times he wouldn’t even be hard, just basking in the comfortable warmth of your mouth as you breathed peacefully, hands resting comfortably on his thick and powerful scarred thighs. At times you would trace the scars on his body, those left by his life as a bounty hunter or from the sarlacc pit.

For a long time, Boba had been self-conscious of those scars, even as you worshipped them with your hungry mouth and tongue and praise fell thick from your lips. He still felt that way at times, but it was less and less these days. Maybe it was old age, or you were just both growing comfortable in the less stressful life you both had stumbled across.

You had always craved things in your mouth, even when you were both young bounty hunters and making names for yourself, back when your relationship was a little more kink based than love. Back then Boba had been your dom and you his sub, and you had followed his rules or been punished. And he had used your need for something in your mouth many times, from his fingers, to his cock, to his blaster, the list went on.

But as you both grew older, especially after you thought he had died to the sarlacc, the old dynamic bled away completely and became fullhearted and deep love. The old roles you played were still used at times, but they only truly came forward in the bedroom. According to your allies you both acted like an old married couple, and truly, you were.

Boba felt you sigh out your nose between his thighs, your form wiggling a bit to get into a more comfortable position. Checking the time, he could see it had been over an hour, and he had worked his way through a good chunk of his novel, so he put his pad away on the side table.

Your awareness bled back into your body little by little as he started petting your hand, his deep rough voice speaking softly to you to get you back into your body. When your eyes met, and Boba could see you were fully aware, he used his careful grip on your hair to pull you off his still soft cock, leading you to crawl up into his arms.

You both fell back against the pillows, pushing a couple of them around to get comfortable as Boba pulls you to his chest, mumbling sweet words in Mando‘a as you laid against him, resting your head against his shoulder.

He kisses the top of your head as he pulls the pad back into his hands, flicking through it to find the series you had both gotten interested in. Something old, from before the clone wars, but it had its charm. After he set it to play, he chuckled softly as you pulled his hand close to your mouth, sucking two of his thick fingers into your mouth. There was nothing lewd about the act, it was just another way you two shared your closeness. He rubbed the fingers across your tongue, before letting them brush the back of your throat before going limp, letting you do as you pleased as the show played at a comfortably low volume. There truly was nothing like snowstorm days.

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groguspicklejar · 6 months

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141 Mando clan of four or more, I'm in love with the idea

Would it be a poly group or just a family clan? (Ghost and soap exception so far)

it could be either one or the other because i can't choose if i want found family or if i want all of them to rail me at the same time😵

i would imagine they all have one large compound to live in. it's got a common room, training area, kitchen, and each with a room of their own that has its own bathroom so everyone can have their own space.

with a family clan, picture three siblings and a tired dad trying to keep them all from killing each other. Soap will be playing pranks on everyone, not even Ghost is safe. though the pranks on Ghost are pretty mild compared to the ones committed against Gaz. they're always "borrowing" each other's stuff and purposefully leaving the doors open, knowing it'll annoy the fuck out of each other because "you found the door closed, you fucking idiot! close it on your way out!"

there's some concept of personal space because each individual does their own thing, but there are group activities to strengthen bonds such as sparring, obstacle courses, watching holo vids, quiet morning/evening runs, tinkering (this is mostly Soap's expertise, though he opted to teach the others the basics of how to fix parts of a ship or their droid in case he was absent for the time being), playing card games, board games, etc.

with a poly group🥴 things are a bit different. all of the above bonding activities are still there but it often gets a little spicy🌶️

although everyone has their own room, someone is going to wander into the other person's space and stay there for probably more than a day getting fucked or doing the fucking.

one of them can walk into the others fucking or right about to and they can either join in or watch while jerking off. happens with Price a lot of the times when he finds Soap and Gaz going at it and he doms both of them just because he can. or with Soap and Ghost Soap is the whore of the group and you cannot tell me otherwise. but sometimes, when things are mellow, Gaz will approach Ghost for a little fun when they're both bored and need to keep themselves entertained.

and don't get me started if there's someone else involved: you.

they. are. all. over. you.

not an hour goes by without any one of them touching you in some way, shape or form. Price always has to have a hand on the small of your back. Ghost has his thigh touching yours when you're sitting down. Gaz holds your hand whenever he likes. and Soap, the cheeky little shit, likes to put his hand on the back pocket of your pants. sometimes all of this alternates. also, you don't go a day without sitting on someone's lap. nor does a day go by without one or all of them cumming inside you.

and don't get me wrong, you will also get your own room, but it's almost always never empty because one or more of the boys want to spend time with you.

either way, they're all tightly knit and not a damn thing can come between any of them. because they are a clan of four (plus you and/or other potential partners and future children), obviously helmets come off, unless there's guests around (except maybe Soap because he was raised differently).

GhostSoap are probably married in both scenarios but you can send individual asks for both of them in scenarios where they're not together if you like.

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boypussydilf · 7 months

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Tell me youryour thoughts of details that don't effect anything please I'd love to hear more of your thoughts (No need to if you don't feel comfortable though!!!)

i am so brain full of thoughts to talk about all of the time, Until people ask, hey what are your thoughts, and my brain Evicts them with great prejudice. Let’s see what i can scrongune up. I meant scrounge, but okay. I’m inventing scronguning.

I think that Finn and Jake moved into the treehouse BEFORE their parents died. I base this exclusively off the fact that Joshua’s first holo-message for them in Dad’s Dungeon was in the attic of the treehouse. It’s entirely plausible that F&J were just taking some of their parents old stuff and went “sure bring this and shove it in the attic” and completely forgot about it. But I like to think that Joshua actually put it there while he was still alive, since like, going off how he looks in the scene at the end of the BMO Distant Lands special, Finn was really young when he & Jake started living in the treehouse, and I just prefer to imagine that Finn was not a literal toddler when his parents died because it makes me a little less sad. Jake probably moved out as soon as he was whatever-the-mutant-talking-dog-equivalent-of-18 is and just took Finn with him because they are Literal Honest-to-God Soulmates and could not be separated. Also what with the “being dogs” thing Margaret & Joshua were probably too old to have the energy to take care of a really young child by the time Jake and Jermaine were adults. Still, since Finn is 12 at the start of the show, and he and Jake are clearly not actively grieving by then, Finn still had to be pretty young when they died. Ten at most, I think.

That… feels like a sad note to end that on. Oh dog family, you are sweet and I love you, and I kind of wish we got to actually see some Dog Family Moments from when the kids were still kids (and not babies) and Joshua and Margaret were still alive.

I was rewatching Elements and Finn has a line where he says “This is Simon, the Ice King,” and it finally clicked for me what’s actually going through his head when he switches between saying Simon and saying Ice King. He’s approaching it the same way he approaches addressing every other royal he’s friends with! He calls PB Bonnie, but he also calls her Princess Bubblegum (and variations thereupon) all the time. He calls FP Phoebe sometimes, but he also calls her Flame Princess, even while they’re dating, because to Finn - and to everyone in Ooo - titles and names are interchangeable things. A princess’s title is commonly used as if it is their name. And Finn does the same thing with Ice King. He goes “oh, I’ve learned the Ice King’s name now,” and starts calling him Simon sometimes, but also calls him Ice King sometimes, because in the society Finn was raised in, that’s what people do. This, truly, is a detail that affects nothing, but it was something I had not consciously thought about before, and it’s neat to me.

“Simon, the Ice King”… Finn, can we get more of your thoughts on this? Man I wanna see what their interactions were like not long after Come Along With Me.

On a tangentially related topic, I am fascinated by the Ooo systems of… government? I’d say that seems the wrong word, but they’d probably say it’s right. They just use it a bit different. I think that Bonnie might have been the first person to call herself a “princess” (I think this is true? but I can never remember the episode Bonnibel Bubblegum super clearly), and then she kind of… presumably-accidentally shaped the recovering world by doing so. She called herself a princess, and began to build a kingdom, and as more magic beings and mutants started to fill the world they went “oh, kingdoms, this is what we’re doing,” and organized themselves that way, and in most cases it does not mean the same thing as our idea of kingdoms at all. Raggedy Princess just rules a junkyard. It seems like anyone can call themself a princess as long as they have, like, a plot of land distinctive to them… and yet it’s treated like a special title, and lots of princesses have crowns with, like, Significant On A Large Scale jewels (for the Enchiridion multiverse-opening spell and stuff) so maybe there are more qualifications we just don’t see because why would that be relevant…

“Princess” and “King” are also terms that just refer to rulers, they’ve lost their gendered connotations in most parts of the world. Phoebe refers to herself as having become the Flame King, and King of Ooo becomes Princess when he takes over the Candy Kingdom. The Flame Kingdom is ruled by a King, that’s just how it works, a Flame Princess will become a Flame King, and the Candy Kingdom is ruled by a Princess, that’s just how it works, it will never have a King or a Prince.

Most of the major kingdoms are ruled by princesses, by God there are so many princesses, so like… Are the kingdoms ruled by kings (Flame Kingdom, Goblin Kingdom, I guess technically the Ice Kingdom but I have questions about whether or not it is considered an actual government and whether or not Ice King is actually considered a ruler of jack shit…) seen as like, outliers? Is that considered unusual by people?

Also what’s the economy like in Ooo. Finn and Jake don’t need to spend any money to get by, they just walk into a random treehouse and apparently don’t need to spend money on food or anything else because they just accumulate treasure and have an entire episode dedicated to them deciding to spend all the gold they never spend on anything. Is this part of the Adventuring Hero’s Lifestyle, or are there lots of people in Ooo who just walk into whatever unoccupied space counts as a house to them and live off of… food from not entirely clear sources? In F&C we see Simon paying with like, just straight up a regular dollar bill. Does everyone pay like that in the Candy Kingdom or is that a special thing they allow him to do. I don’t know. We don’t see people paying for things that often, I think. Not sure how money works in Adventure Time. It’s mildly interesting.

Okay I’m tired now and losing my trains of thought goodbye. Thank you

#basilask #atposting #long post

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graylinesspam · 5 months

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Glad you’re finally updating your ASOI series!! haven’t heard about it in a while

Speaking of… I had a thought the other day about the public’s view on the clones (and I had no one to share it with so I’ll just dump it in your ask box if you don’t mind)

Anyway, civilians in most of the clone centric fics I read are very hostile towards clones for some reason and I find it very implausible.

Just think of it, there are genetically modified soldiers who are badass, wear cool armor and are also extremely hot.

And now imagine if that happened in real life… I really think people would love them and also sympathize with them due to them technically being slaves. And Ahsoka’s interviews would only add fuel to the fire because now they have NAMES and can hear stories of their beloved heroes.

But what’s more important, everyone would be thirsting over them.

And what happens in real life when people unanimously thirst over someone? They make edits. They make edits and write fanfiction and create whole ass blogs dedicated to the object of their thirst.

I bet the boys constantly record holos of them being badasses on the frontlines and a lot of recordings would mysteriously end up leaked, so the editors would have more than enough material

I can imagine Ahsoka sending Rex some holo and it’s an edit of him to the most unholy track you’ve ever heard which has like a billion likes and WILDING comments (something among the lines of “he walks like it’s heavy” with the replies “I can hold it for him”). He honestly doesn’t know how to react to that, like he is mortified (and a bit flattered really).

And some parts of it might actually be cannon given how many girls hang out at 79’s, they definitely know where the good stuff is ;)

And then the fangirls become a big group of clone-sympathizers who go on strikes for for clones’ rights and it somehow leads to the discovery of the chips and somehow palpatine dies and order you-know-what never happens and the war ends and clones get refund for years of service and everyone lives happily ever after. Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

No but this 1000% percent. You nailed it in one. Theres already a lot of bad feelings toward the jedi that Palpatine has been sowing the seeds for a long time. So I'd be hesitant to say that the citizens are immidietly chill with the clones. That's just not how the propaganda machine works. Especially since pretty much the only reactions the citizens have to the clones in cannon are negative. HOWEVER, firstly the anti-clone protests are primarily on Coruscant where the clones are not doing anything positive, they're acting as an unwelcome military police (which is literally always bad) or they're being drunk and disorderly in public (which is objectively funny).

But as for the rest of the galaxy? especially the planets where the clones are actively doing some good? GIRL. The republic is trying to portray the clones as a professional unified military force, but Ahsoka totally undermines all of that by bringing clone business to public attention. And as internet culture always does the citizens have a fucking field day with every scrap of information she gives up.

Like babes you have no idea how much of this AU is fueled by me joke watching clone thirst traps and thinking "I bet this would actually happen in SW" It starts with the public hounding her for details about Anakin cuz he's like a heart throb and she's all like "can we talk about anything other than how bad you all want to fuck him?" and she insists on talking about the clones instead, so all these thirsty ass hos who've hopped on the stream to hear some juicy Anakin content get introduced to a ROSTER of clones instead and some are like "y'know they are kinda cute" and then theres simps and people asking all kinds of questions about them and Ahsoka's doing shitty personality breakdowns.

I just don't know how to write that content in a way that's like Interesting. like just get on tiktok yourself i guess.

But like also Ahsoka reading the guys to filth too. Like she starts hyping them up then realizes that she's just fueling the simps so she just starts being painfully honest with the fangirls about their favorite clones.

like "wolffe girlies, I hate to tell you this, He does not give a fuck about you. He is not the grumpy to your sunshine. the man is a surely old bastard. He's like 6 I think? doesn't matter he was born a pissed off old man. He doesn't like you. He'll never like you. He likes exactly five people in the entire galaxy and I'm not even on that list anymore. And you don't even want to know what I had to do to get on it. Please realize that you are not special and he's not secretly soft and protective on the inside. He will hurt you're feelings."

And when I say that she is ALWAYS ragging on Fives. Every time she compliments him she has to pause and say "This is just gonna go to his head." And she takes every chance possible to humble him. "He might be one of my favorite brothers and one of the best men I've ever known but he's a fucking disaster. If it wasn't for my entire force ability and the best luck streak I've ever seen he'd be dead." She knows he thinks he's a hot shot ladie's man and she will NOT support his ego.

With Rex though? GIRL! Ahsoka shows such obvious favoritism for Rex. She shares the most information about him and his fandom absolutely pops off. He is that clone. footage of him and his easy-to-identify blonde hair absolutely flood the fan sites. THE EDITS??? THE COMMENT SECTIONS????? But Ahsoka's like nah that's MY Captain. (I don't ship them at all but I do think of Ahsoka as a very possessive person and Rex is literally her platonic soul mate) Like she's split between saying "Of course Rex has the biggest fanbase he's the single best man in the galaxy. literally, the only man who hasn't disappointed me. he's perfect of course they like him." but then also, "None of you are good enough for him. You should be honored if he shows interest in you on account of him being perfection incarnate"

The clone fandom in my Au mimics the actual one quite a lot including the small personality traits of the clones being way over exaggerated and then universally accepted. Like Kix gaining popularity bc Ahsoka still responds to all questions about her health and wellbeing with quips like "Of course I took my meds, wouldn't want an angry medic on me" and "Yes i disinfected the wound. If I didn't Kix might have a stroke" or one time she shook a vitimin bottle and said "See Kix, I'm responsible, I'm taking them."

I could seriously go on forever like this, I've practically written an essay already. But yeah. You get it.

#star wars #ahsoka tano #clone wars #sw tcw #tcw #anakin skywalker #fanfic #501st #captain rex #ASOI #this post is unedited sorry if it's illegible

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miseries-mistress · 2 years

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Hey friend! 👋 how about some starwars fluff. Maybe a date night indoors?

RELAX | OBI-WAN KENOBI

Synopsis: Tonight was a rare night dedicated to your comfort after a tiresome day that dragged on for more hours than it should have. You had tugged yourself to the fresher when your duties for the day came to a conclusion while Obi-Wan dressed the room for an indoor date, embraced with the promise of relaxation.

Warnings: female reader, fluff, purely fluff, literally nothing else but tooth-rotting fluff. W/C: 1674

Notes: it could be better, tbh, but i tried

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The soft, quiet blue of the holo illuminated the otherwise dark space, with the occasional speeder flying past the window in a blur of light. Snacks of various kinds were set on the small table before the holo, along with blankets draped ceremoniously across the couch. Obi-Wan bustled around his large apartment that he was granted along with the rank of Jedi Master.

Truly, he didn't know what to do with the space, for he was only one person until you entered his life. Your entrance was reflected in his apartment by the way you organized the various belongings he owned, like the caf machine you tilted at a certain angle or even the articles of your clothing he often found lying about his after long nights spent in each other's company, without the watchful eye of the Jedi and its council.

Amongst all the secretive meetings you had with each other, nights like these that promised the rest of leisure after a tiresome day seemed to matter more than the hurried movements of blinding ecstasy you often yielded to. That's why he had set up a date of sorts…well, he's never been on a date before, so really, Obi-Wan was going off of what he thought counted as a date; watching holofilms was the closest he could get to that while basking in the rare silver of quality time.

It wasn't as if you two lacked time together; that could be farther than the truth from the way you spend your nights together in the same plush bed to well into the morning, but your schedule today didn't coincide like it usually did. Typically your schedule provided you a couple of minutes together and then maybe teaching a class of younglings with one another, but today you two were stretched across separate sides of the Temple, Obi-Wan having to sit in meeting after meeting along with a hearing that took up a decent chunk of his afternoon while you were moving from training your own padawan to supervising a class of younglings…alone, which that in its right would exhaust anybody, Jedi master or not.

Obi-Wan wanted to dedicate tonight to the promise of your well-earned relaxation while relinquishing time within the presence of each other, for it had been too long since you spent any meaningful time with each other that didn't include sleeping, waking up, or eating. More than anything, you deserved a distraction from your active life, and if he could grant you such a pleasure, he would make sure every mynute detail was perfect.

Obi-Wan took one last look around the room, ensuring everything was in place before you emerged from the shower. The sound of the water being shut off made his eyes wander to where the bedroom door was left agape, the steam slowly wafting out into the main room where Obi-Wan stood almost robotically. Gods, how he had missed you. He knew, he knew that he was apart from you less than a day, but the day had dragged on and on without an end in sight from the sleep-inducing meetings on more war, stuff Obi-Wan didn't particularly like involving himself in for the borderline of politics was not one he wants to cross.

Your head peaked out of the doorway, your curves draped in a loose fitted shirt as you stepped out into the room where Obi-Wan fussed over the blankets. You extend your signature, brushing against his to let you in, and his mental barriers give way just as he turns around, sensing your presence. You offer him a tired smile, peering around him to see what he had been leaning over to do. The room was eloquently set with the promise of tenderness. Each detail of it, from your favorite holofilm, staring back at you to a cup of warm tea, puts you in a place far beyond the stars, bringing along a sense of elation that pulls you deeper into the spiral of love.

"I wasn't sure..."" Obi-Wan sheepishly rubbed his hands together, his eyes glistening with an embarrassed gleam at your awed expression. You took a step forward, embracing him and melting into his warmth. His arms snaked under yours to pull you deeper into the hug you seemed to be longing for. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, his prickly facial hair skimming over your forehead as he pursued a kiss to your skin tenderly. The kiss might have been a simple point of contact, but its emotions convinced your heart to skip a beat and your chest to constrict with the earnestness of his feelings. There was a longing, one that made butterflies take flight in your stomach with the sincerity of his senses he was conveying to you. His lips left your skin a moment later, and his eyes gravitated to yours, sparkling under the faint blue glow of the holo. His body moves before he has time to react, and he's capturing your lips between his own, pressing every built-up desire and letting it tumble down the abyss of your heart. Your lips respond in kind, driving your passion as he leans into the temptation of your body.

It was meant to be a simple kiss to unravel the whirlwind of tension growing between you two after all the impulsive shared moments filled with unbridled lust you managed to sneak to slake your desire during the past week. And while they all provided fruitful memories, they could never truly amount to those delicate moments where the rest of the world seemed to melt away as if the Maker was granting you a distraction from your turbulent life filled with violence and sorrow. The kiss was something in between. The passion, desire, the rush of it all was there, but underneath the layers of your hearts was a timeless empathy that seemed to thaw the simplicity of craving and reveal nothing but the volume of his affections that made you go weak and dreamy.

He released your lip slowly as if savoring the last silvers of your sweetness before letting your burning lungs fill with the lost air. Your head falls to his chest as Obi-Wan's hands rub benevolent circles up and around your spine, bringing you into an acquainted state of serenity while washing away all doubts and worries gathered throughout the day.

"Better?" Obi-Wan's voice breaks through the veil of silence, and you nod before lifting your head from his chest.

"All thanks to you," you replied, offering him a gentle smile, which he returned, the corners of his eyes crinkling. You peer around him at the couch he had meticulously set up before looking back at him.

"Thank you," you softly whisper, and a faint blush dusts his cheeks as he realizes you are thanking him for the date. His head dips while his calloused hands move to rub up and down your arm.

"We can't go out for dates, so I figured this was the closest thing to it. I wasn't sure what to do, so…" Obi-Wan mumbles, clearly embarrassed by his own feelings, but you chuckle, bringing your hand to his face as you cup it, your hand resting over his ticklish golden-red hair. He leans into the touch, his eyes softening with the homely tenderness you never seemed to get used to.

"Thank you, my Obi-Wan."

Those words resounded through his head in an endless repeat, bouncing through every corner of his skull. He's sure he must look foolish with how he's gaping at you, his eloquent words stuck in his throat, floating loosely in his mind. My Obi-Wan. His chest gives an unfamiliar clenched at those words, dumbstruck by the way they lit a fire in his very essence. He was yours; heart, soul, and body, all entwined with yours in such a way that they could never be truly separated. He concealed the wide, beaming grin that threatened to break across his face, hiding his inner joy at your words.

"Now, c'mon, general, I would like to watch the movie sometime tonight." He lets you lead him to the couch as you pull the blankets over yourself. Obi-Wan is still trying to process the admiration in your tone, the gleam of truth in your eyes, and your feather-light touches that nourish his deprived spirit of the affection it craved. He thrived on it, flourished even, on the increments of the love you so graciously blessed him with. He needed nothing more now than the feeling of you in his arms, nuzzled within his taut muscles.

The movie played, the bright sounds and colors flashing over your entranced face as a gasp of surprise escaped your parted lips before the melodic sound of your laughter followed. Your body had lost all traces of trepidation, submitting fully to the desire of comfort with the taste of rest lingering in your movements. Obi-Wan happily spent the film admiring you, touching you in the purest way as if to prove that you were real.

A man such as himself should not be allowed to lose himself in your divine presence, caress your supple skin with the trace of his finger and bask in the warmth of your body, relaxed and safe within his embrace. But, as the night grew older, you two couldn't be happier trapped within your rare moment of peace as the war raged on beyond the borders of Coruscant, he could forget everything that wasn't you, and for once in his life, he was okay with that.

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memes-in-a-half-shell · 1 year

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Business AU - Working Late, Part 15

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8 || Part 9 || Part 10 || Part 11 || Part 12 || Part 13 || Part 14

Lots of dialogue in this one 😩 sorry in advance. Gotta have some plot points once in a while heheheh.

This chapter also features a nightclub owned by Raph, the “Scarlet Underground”. It’ll probably be featured again in future chapters, idk for now (tbh, I’m really improvising the plot of this fic, you have no idea LOL). Writing a bit about nightclub settings always brings me back to my early 20′s 💅 this mama was partyin’ hard~

ENJOY!

“You think it’s the Foot clan actin’ up?”

Mikey had lowered the black cloth covering his mouth as he asked that question, looking over at his brother Donatello. Both terrapins were at the top of an apartment building, dressed in their ninja gear as they surveilled the perimeter close to Vee’s place. The tall one lowered his mouth piece as well, letting out a sigh as his brow ridges furrowed.

“Who else could it be then? ... What Vee described only brings me to that conclusion.” He paused for a brief second. “... They’re probably trying to find a way to get through us. They want to hit close once more.”

“You did install cameras and sensors close to her apartment, right?”

Donnie brought up a holo screen up from some hardware at his right wrist, confirming the active status of a couple of devices he had left around the perimeter.

“I’ve been monitoring since last week, when I saw that presence at her unit. It’s been calm so far, with a few exceptions here and there, but right now I can’t only trust my tech for this matter.”

The young one faked a gasp, amused.

“Can’t believe I’ve lived the day to hear you say you’re not only relying on your fancy tech stuff. Leo and Raph won’t believe me!”

“Leo and Raph don’t need to hear about this. At least not now...” replied the other, still frowning.

“Well it better be sooner than later!” added Mikey, slightly annoyed. “Four pairs of eyes would’ve helped tonight, rather than two. Especially if it’s Foot related stuff.”

“Whatever,” sighed Donnie, wanting to change the focus. “Let’s move. We need to get dressed.”

Both turtles put back on their mouth pieces, suddenly getting in motion as they parkoured over and around the buildings - remaining as much as possible in the shadows. For this past week Donatello barely had any sleep, yet he’d never been this alert before. The looming menace that Vee could potentially get hurt, or worse, was chewing every thoughts in his mind. Frankly, he only wanted to bring the woman to his place and keep her there, but by doing so he’d be putting a bigger target on her back - and he didn’t want to stress her any more so.

He couldn’t help this feeling that he was being selfish on her. There was finally another chance for him to better track Foot clan activity, but it was at such a risk. And at such a high price he would hope that the reward would be great....

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It appeared Raphael had some information regarding the presence Donatello had felt at the Lowline’s construction site, thus inviting the purple banded terrapin to his personal nightclub. Vee had instinctively been asked to join, knowing she had worked on the project as well. The woman, on her end, couldn't help feeling giddy at the perspective of spending a night out with her man. Especially when it'd be in a party setting! She had some dresses in her wardrobe worthy of such occasions, nothing too extravagant. And so she opted for a short black sequin dress, the sleeves stopping at her elbows. Her hair let loose and her makeup on point, she felt ready for the evening ahead and to get a better taste of New York City's party scene. Her phone beeped to life, then a text message from Donnie flashing on the screen telling her that he was waiting outside in his car. Vee took one last look in the mirror, adjusting her hair, then headed out. Her smile was already apparent as she saw the vehicle outside, hopping into the passenger seat. Vee's gaze devoured Donnie once she was properly seated inside. He was wearing a printed short sleeved shirt, unbuttoned to the middle so it was clearly showing the upper part of his plastron and a wooden beaded necklace. His outfit was completed by tan pants and a brown belt and shoes. Gosh he looked sexy right there and then.

“Hey there, good lookin',” started Vee with a grin.

“Speak for yourself, that dress looks hella nice,” replied the terrapin with a smirk.

Vee could only reply by inching closer to him and giving him a kiss, slow and tender.

“Well, ain't you two cute,” said a voice in the back, amused.

The woman jumped a bit, suddenly shifting her attention to the backseat and noticing Mikey. The younger terrapin was wearing dark jeans with some tears here and there, accompanied by a white t-shirt and his usual gold chain.

“Oh, I'm sorry,” mumbled Vee, sitting back into her seat. “Didn’t know you were here. I just barged in and started kissing Donnie....”

The tall mutant at her side started to laugh, alongside his brother.

“Nah, dudette!” reassured Mikey. “It's chill! As long as you two are happy together, I'm happy.”

Vee smiled, although still blushing out of pure shame. She lightly slapped Donnie's arm:

“Just drive! I'll probably stop feeling like a fool once we'll get there.”

The trio was next on the move, the mood light as Donnie was seamlessly driving around the city's streets. The bespectacled mutant did bring up a subject over, regarding this evening's focus:

“Just so we're all on the same page,” he started. “We shouldn't mention anything about the Foot clan to Raph, unless he's the one to bring it. … We have yet to know what he found out, so I wouldn't want to risk our own mission.”

Vee nodded in agreement, while Mikey commented: “Bro, not gonna lie, it does feel kinda unfair to hide stuff from him and Leo...”

“I know...” sighed Donnie, slightly defeated.

“We're a team. We stay together. We work together. Y'know what I mean...?”

“Yeah, yeah. I just...-” Donnie paused, instinctively leaving a hand on Vee's thigh as he kept his focus on the road. “I have this gut feeling that they'd get in the way of my happiness only for the sake of avoiding any incident with the Foot. … I'm tired of waiting. We're stronger, we can take them head on and not just focus on their little unorganized cells here and there.”

“For sure, but the longer we keep that away from them, the more harm it might do in the end. I'm sure they just want the best for you, just like you want the best for all of us, right?”

The tall one spared a glance to his rear view mirror, crossing Mikey's gaze. He couldn't help the ghost of a smile.

“Good food for thought, Mikey. I'll make sure to remember that...”

They sure matured over the years...

After a short while the car was parked and the group walked its way towards an entry point that led to the lower levels of a building, some red neon letters spelling the name 'Scarlet Underground'. They didn't need to wait in line in order to get in, the bouncer recognizing the turtles instantly and granting them passage into the depths. Vee could already feel deep basses rumbling through her as the trio went downstairs. She unconsciously reached for Donnie's hand, seeing that the place was already packed with people. At least the terrapin was taller than most guests around – thus very easy to spot - but she still wanted to keep close, especially with the gazes she could now feel on her. The evening already seemed at its peak, the air warm and people dancing all around with drinks in hand. This whole scene brought Vee back to a time in her life when she used to go out often to such environments back in Montréal. All while she knew it could be fun, she also remembered the senseless drama that often came along – the woman slowly shaking her head with a grin, now those memories so insignificant to her. Her attention got back to the two turtles she was accompanying. Donnie was ever so gentle and polite, making his way through the sea of partygoers with a soft touch, still holding Vee's hand all the while. Mikey, for his part, was already feeling the groove and having fun as he was going forward to their next destination. Vee did notice that many people would look their way with certain admiration, also mixed with a certain desire for some. There was no denying that those mutants were always a sight to behold and somehow a promise for something different – a non-human experience. Vee could understand their curiosity. She had quenched hers and, boy, she could never go back...

There at the back of the place was a more recluse space, first guarded by other bouncers. They gave no thoughts to the terrapins, but one did stop Vee in her tracks, Donnie feeling the push on the woman as he was still holding her hand. The mutant was quick to face the man who had stopped her, his golden gaze harsh as he simply let out: “She's with me.” The guard was quick to let Vee go, stepping aside and allowing her pass. She hurried her high heels in faint clicks against the floor as she made her way closer to Donnie. The terrapin then left his hand at the small of her back, his stature somewhat taller as they continued their walk. That brought a smile to Vee, along with a quick shiver down her spine. She knew she wouldn't get into any troubles with Donnie by her side tonight.

It wasn't long until they reached heavy curtains hiding a small room. Mikey was the first one to plunge in, already letting out an “eeyoooo” as a greeting, soon replied by enthusiastic voices. The tall terrapin and Vee next made their way in, the woman’s eyes then landing on Raphael who was sitting comfortably on one of the three sofas available, cigar in hand and surrounded by two beautiful women - some other people present as well. It wasn't a large room, but there was still enough space for a handful of guests, as well as a stripper pole for entertainment.

The large turtle smirked as he saw Donnie come in, also sharing a welcoming nod to the woman by his side.

“What, is Honor Boy also gonna pop in as well?” he asked, amused.

“Nah,” replied Donnie. “Mikey came along 'cause I just happened to be with him when you called me.”

“Ay, bro, you know that even if I'm not in the picture, I'm always down to come here!” commented Mikey.

Raph only had to say “leave us the room, please” for his guests to take the hint and head to the party outside of this alcove. One woman at his side granted a kiss to his jaw, murmuring something to the terrapin before getting up – leaving the male with a renewed smile to his face. The last souls exiting the place, Raph gestured to a liquor bar nearby.

“Please, have a drink. The night is young.”

“Don't mind if I do!” replied Mikey, already on the lookout for what to mix. “I'll get something refreshing for y'all.”

The large mutant next took some time to look over at the woman, a certain amusement in his eyes, taking a drag from his cigar.

“… Feels weird to see you in somethin' else than work clothes,” he added. “I still stand by my words; my brother got some good taste.”

That caught Vee slightly by surprise, a light blush coming on her cheeks. Donnie simply tsked, moving forward so he could sit nearby his brother.

“Stop stalling time. You said you had information about that presence in the undergrounds.”

“Woah, slow down there, Don,” gently warned Raph. “My place, my rules. Let me enjoy spendin' some time with my bros, for fuck's sake.”

Vee took place right next to the tall terrapin, tenderly holding his hand and leaning into him a little.

“There's no rush, n'amour. We've got all night.”

“See, the lady understands,” added the red banded one, satisfied. “I hope you take your time with her as well.”

“Oh stop that,” muttered Donnie in exasperation, Mikey snickering in the back.

The younger mutant soon handed his concoctions to the group, starting light with some gin and tonics (maybe with some emphasis on the gin!). Just to play on Donatello's nerves, Raph did drink slowly, sparing an amused glance to his brother. The purple clad mutant exhaled, rolling his eyes as he sat more comfortably on the couch, letting out a “you're full of shit“ under his breath, next taking a sip of his drink as well. Sometimes he could just really understand Leo whenever it came to dealing with the red brute...

“Word on the street is that the thing you're lookin’ for is huge,” started Raphael, leaving his empty glass aside. “It may even be taller than you, nerd.”

“Jeez, no wonder I kinda felt threatened when I sensed its presence,” commented Donnie, frowning.

“It appears that it mostly hangs around underground subway stations and abandonned construction sites.”

“Maybe it's just looking for work,” quiped in Mikey, jokingly.

“Well it's doin' a piss-poor job,” continued Raph. “… Some people were able to get a visual on that damn thing and it appears to be a mutant – some even say it looked like a gator.”

That took Donnie slightly by surprise, the gears of his mind already at work.

“Either those damn New York legends about alligators in the sewers are true, or it's some Baxter Stockman fucked up work,” he thought outloud.

“You think he got his hands back on some purple ooze?” questionned Mikey.

“If he was able to synthesize it in any manner, perhaps. But that must have taken him some time, and it must be bound to bring some errors or undesired results...”

“I am absolutely lost,” finally added in Vee.

The mutant trio paused, looking back at the human woman.

“... There’s quite a lot to unpack there. I’ll get you up to speed later, don’t worry,” reassured Donnie.

“All you need to know is that if that fucker Stockman we’re talkin’ about is on the loose again with some fancy shit alien juice, we’ll have to expect more problems in the near future,” added Raph.

He next dangled his empty glass to Mikey’s attention, quickly adding a “if you’d be so kind” - to which the younger brother happily complied.

“I suspect by this conversation that it’s not the first time that this guy you’re talking about has done some work with that said purple ooze?” asked the woman.

“Indeed,” continued the bespectacled one. “Years ago he turned two criminals, Bebop and Rocksteady, into mutants. The results were quite impressive, but they can prove to be quite catastrophic if in the wrong hands.”

“I personally think that this Bebop guy had a nice mowhak!” commented Mikey, giving another drink to Raph before sitting back down.

“Style aside,” cut the red one. “At least those two shitheads are behind bars, so we won’t have to worry about them. ... But now if Stockman is finally out of Tokyo and ready to unleash some hell over here, we’ll need to get on the move fast.”

Donnie finished his drink, his fingers drumming against the now empty glass, frowning as his thoughts were running once more.

“... Any idea where to start in order to find that alligator?” he asked Raph.

“You really wanna get after that thing? ... Your suicide, brother.”

“If it’s really one of Baxter’s creations,” continued Donnie, not minding the other’s comment, “its behaviour just doesn’t make sense right now. Why is it not attacking? Why is it hiding? What’s its purpose - we’re not even hiding in the sewers anymore, so there’s no need to stay underground. ... I need to see for myself on what side that mutant is on.”

“Maybe it’s scared,” added Mikey. “Where was it mostly sighted? That could give us a good idea on where its home is.”

The big terrapin softly sighed, somehow conceeding.

“It seems to mostly hang uptown. No idea where exactly right now, but I can definitely get details.”

He next pointed a finger to Donnie, his gaze shifting from the purple mutant to the orange one: “And there’s no way in hell I’m letting you two go after that gator alone. I’m tagging along and you can’t stop me.”

The two others exchanged a look, Donatello then shrugging: “I wasn’t going to object anyway. We’ll need all the muscles we can get if we have to fight that thing.”

Raph paused, not expecting to be included that easily. Relaxing his posture in his seat, he grinned after taking a sip from his glass.

“Then it’s settled,” said the red one. “One underground adventure coming soon.”

“Want Leo to tag along as well?” asked Mikey.

“If he’s not too busy bossing around, we’ll see.”

Raph next spared a glance towards Vee, noticing she had been silent for some time now. He winked at her.

“Don’t worry, doll face, I won’t ask you to come and get fightin’.”

“I can’t fight, for sure,” she said back. “But if there’s ever anything else I can do to help, I’ll be glad to.”

Donnie’s traits frowned once more, stopping himself from voicing out that she’d get into renewed trouble if she was to do so. And that look did not escape Raph...

“We’ll keep that in mind,” said the red one. “But I’ll give y’all a break for tonight. Go have some fun on the dancefloor. I’ll let you all know when I have more details.”

Mikey was already on his feet: “Hell yeah! I’ve been itchin’ to dance since we set foot in here.”

As the trio was about to leave the room, Raph’s voice did rise up once more:

“Donnie, stay here for a sec’.”

The tall terrapin stopped, Vee pausing at the same moment. Donatello’s gaze on her was reassurring, a gentle touch on her arm as he asked her to stay close to Mikey. Now finally alone with Raphael, the purple clad mutant sighed before turning around and facing his brother. And boy did he look annoyed...

“... I saw that face you did when she offered to help. I swear to fuck, Donnie, if she’s already in deep shit-”

“Everything’s okay,” cut the other. “I just don’t want her to get into harm’s way, that’s all.”

“By the tired look on your face, I’d say she already got into some.”

“I’m tired ‘cause I’ve just been working a lot lately.”

“Don’t lie to me, Don, I know you. I know your different kinds of tired. And right now this ain’t work tired.”

Donnie shrugged, vaguely gesturing in annoyance: “And your point is?”

“Are you trackin’ the Foot or not?”

Silence - except for the muffled booming of a bass boosted song in the distance - deafened the place. Raphael sighed, finally standing up.

“Look, just answer me, alright,” he added, walking towards his brother. “... I promise I won’t get mad.”

“Oh, sure,” sourly said Donnie.

“I swear.”

“Then yes,” promptly answered the purple one, hoping to rip the bandaid right away and rapidly get through the hard discussion ahead. “Since our last discussion on the subject, I never stopped. ... And lately I’ve been going harder at it since Vee spotted some of their ninjas and one even broke into her appartment.”

“Shit, for real?”

“There’s no way in hell anyone’s going to stop me in my research,” continued Donnie. “And now if I have to consider Baxter Stockman in the picture as well, I need to act fast.”

“Donnie...” Raph was about to lay a hand on the other’s shoulder, but the tall terrapin was quick to push his gesture back.

“And I don’t give a shit if you want to tell Leo. I’m done hiding. I can’t stand doing nothing, sitting at the top of this goddamn city and watching the people I love get hurt by my inaction.”

“Donnie, I get ya,” interjected Raph again. “I don’t wanna fight you on this. I wanna help.”

Donatello was now visibly surprised. He couldn’t help a renewed frown however.

“... Why the sudden change of heart?”

The other showed half of a smile: “Let’s just say some stuff is shiftin’ around in my life. I won’t tell no more.”

“And what about Leo?”

“Lemme handle the shithead. You have enough to worry about anyway.”

There was this sudden wave of relief washing over the tall terrapin, a sigh escaping him as his shoulders slouched a bit. That reaction brought a soft chuckle from Raph, next moving to the small bar in the room. He poured two shots of whiskey, offering one to the other. Donnie didn’t hesitate to drink it up, then presenting the glass for another one.

“... It must have been weighin’ on ya,” commented Raphael, pouring another shot.

“You have no idea,” answered the bespectacled mutant. “At least Mikey will be happy about that.”

Raph drank in turn, his traits hardening: “Wait, Mikey’s on it too?”

“We’ve only been patrolling around these days, nothing too big,” quickly dismissed Donnie. “He was just so adamant about us four tackling this as a team... I get his point and I frankly believe that things will definitely move faster when we’re all together. I was just so pissed that Leo would have us hold back and do nothing. I just don’t understand his reasoning.”

“I’m not tryin’ to completely defend his case, but bein’ the leader and all that shit kinda makes him anxious all the time. He can’t be everywhere all at once, so he’s just worried about our family, ya know. He’s tryin’ his best...”

Donnie smirked at his brother, drinking his shot.

“Who would’ve thought that you’d be defending Leo one day.”

“Believe me, I almost puked,” joked Raph.

They both got some more shots in their amusement, Raph then leaving a friendly tap at the other’s shell, pointing to the alcove’s entrance.

“I wouldn’t want to make your lady wait any longer. Go have some fun tonight. Drinks are on me.”

“Thanks, Raph,” added Donnie as both of them walked out of the room.

They exchanged a brotherly handshake, the purple banded terrapin then making his way towards the main floor. He did not miss however when one woman present in the room earlier had now made her way back to Raphael, the red brute’s hand already at the small of her back. Donnie smiled, starting to piece everything together.

***

Mikey’s enthusiasm was definitely bringing a grin to Vee’s face, the duo lost on the dancefloor and letting the music guide their every moves. Sensing this deep bass rumble through her body brought back some old feelings and memories, trying to hush them and focus on the moment. The ghost of lips and hands on her body, the missing warmth of a body close to hers as hips were following the lustful rhythm of the night. Feeling small, helpless, like a prey for men to feast on. The sudden boiling of her blood as she had to defend herself countless times against the most mediocre specimens known to mankind...

She started to feel actual hands on her, a presence now glued to her back and following her dance. Her thoughts relaxed as she saw the three fingered green hands, promptly knowing their owner to be Donatello. She lost herself in his embrace, her arms and hands going up, instinctively finding scales at the base of his neck to tenderly nail at behind her. In this moment they were one, Vee’s eyes closed as the terrapin nuzzled her temple - the woman noticing a faint smell of whiskey. Her gasps were lost to the music as one of Donnie’s hands slowly traveled across her abdomen, a lustful pressure kneading her form, sensually flushing her ass closer to his core.

In an instant they were alone, away from the dancefloor. Intoxicated from both music and alcohol, there was this feverish need felt in their kiss - a hunger so surreal, letting go of one another would feel like the end of the world. In the shadows of a disregarded hallway, flashes of colored lights were creating a kaleidoscope of emotions, the continued music translating to the pulse of their hearts. Enclosed between a wall and the terrapin, Vee’s hand made its way across his clothes, remaining on his hidden erection as she continued to kiss him. At first, Donnie was absolutely getting lost in this feeling, but he was finally able to snap himself out of it and lift the woman against the wall. Prompting her to hold on around his neck, he got her legs to open, the rim of her dress slightly lifting. Getting her scent, the churr in his chest could easily be mistaken for some bassline vibrations. Without any thought, he got a hand to her core, pushing aside any garment he’d find with his finger, then sensually caressing her sex.

This renewed dance got him to unconsciously move his hips a little, both entranced by the moment. He easily started to finger her, a lovedrunk smile on his features as he witnessed Vee’s arousal. Her moans were barely heard, her hips following his rhythm in a grind that got her so close to the edge in no time. Her lips couldn’t stop kissing at his scales, going from his jaw to the corners of his mouth. She wanted so much more, yet the euphoria filling her could only satiate her current need. Donnie moved his attention to one side of her neck, lightly sucking and biting as he kept finger fucking the woman. Vee’s exclamation was not missed to him as he felt her walls pulse around his digit - letting her ride this wave as he stayed deep within her, his palm cupping her sex. He didn’t care that his hand was getting soaked. Right now and then that was the hottest thing he could experience. In a lustful manner, he licked from the side of her neck to her cheek, not skipping a beat as he simply said:

“We need to get the fuck out of here. I’m so not done with you.”

((To be continued))

#it's-a-moi #business au #usual sorry for any mistakes #fuckfuckfuckufkcufkcukkk #I had to stop myself at the end or else I would've written MORE #also sorry if it's a lot of dialogue #I really wanted to get some stuff moving #we should be getting some chapters with Leo as well #poor honor boi almost got none attention given to him in this AU :(((((((#also I didn't really give a description of the woman with Raph 'cause I don't know if I want to create a new character #or simply go with someone's OC .... THAT REMAINS TO BE SEEN #I have some ideas in mind heurheurhuehre #shit I can't tag as mature when it's from a draft....

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depizan · 1 year

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anyone from imp int that appears semi regularly in the agent story (watcher two/shara jenn, keeper, etc?) mayhaps?

They're both characters I find really interesting. I'd say it's surprising they haven't put any fic appearances (other than Keeper informing Kyrian over holo that he's being arrested for treason), except that I haven't done that much with Kyrian's career when he's not out in the field actively coloring outside the lines.

Well, I do have a couple of Keeper mini-fics. LIke I said, interesting character. He's not a character type you often get on the "bad" side, being more of an "M" or...what's his name on Stargate SG1...Hammond than the sort of leader you normally see in the Empire. He clearly cares about the people who work under him, even if he's able to send them into deadly danger, exile them to Shadow Town, or worse...when necessary. He's a very effective combination of "good authority figure" and "did what I had to do/made the hard (but necessary) decisions."

If I do go back and fill in more of Kyrian's career, or write any Pheodra fics, he's likely to put in more appearances. Getting a little insight into why he ignored concerns about Kyrian for as long as he did (besides that Kyrian tended to succeed where it really mattered) could be fun. The game writing suggests that Keeper sees something of himself in a light side agent, and I've carried that over to ficverse. Of course, Keeper remained loyal to the Empire, despite its flaws, and gained the hardness and big picture thinking that Kyrian...did not.

Watcher Two is...hm, how to phrase it... She's more unquestioningly Imperial than Keeper, but that's unsurprising considering she was literally designed by the Empire. That she still came out a decent coworker/boss is more surprising. Her soft spots are different from Keeper's, and somewhat more personal, but she lacks his experience (I'm pretty sure he was Imperial military before his Imp Int career. Or is that just my headcanon?) and she rises in the ranks at nearly the worst possible time, given how quickly the Sith wreck everything.

Hm, actually I think the most interesting stuff with her, as far as the game story goes, comes later. Which means that if she were to appear in fic beyond giving mission info or taking a post-mission briefing, it'd probably be if I fic stuff with Pheodra. (Who, to her irritation, inherits Kyrian's designation and mission. She is cypher agent material; it was clear in training that he would never be.)

Then again, Watcher Two is so much more what a member of Imperial Intelligence should be than Kyrian, it could be interesting to give them a chance to interact around that. Especially as it's clear Kyrian did trust her (and Keeper) more than was wise. That means some discussion of methods is possible, or other concerns. Hell, she's observant enough--and close enough to being a coworker, rather than a superior--that she might pick up on his doubts about whether he is cypher agent material. (Okay, he knows he's not, he's just trying to do the job anyway. And dreading the eventual training he's certain he'll fail.)

Which raises the question of what Keeper (and Watcher Two, for that matter) thought of their skilled but squeamish field agent who'd been promoted way too soon. Did Keeper think that field experience would eventually file off his soft edges and make him cypher material? Are there aspects of cypher training that would make his flaws irrelevant? Was Keeper going to quietly demote him back to normal field agent once the crisis was over? Let him continue indefinitely as an untrained, field promoted cypher agent? (I mean, obviously, he had field agent training. But that's not the same thing.)

Was part of Watcher Two's job deciding what would be best to do with Kyrian once the crisis was over?

#ficverse asks #imperial intelligence #pondering fic stuff #backstories #Kyrian Nessar #Pheodra Dyartes

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dyrewrites · 8 months

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hey! this is chance & here’s the prompt for week 6. what are your oc's bedrooms like? messy? neat? carefully designed? or a collection of their favorite things? you can verbally describe or use photos, whatever you think is best.

Oh ho ho. This is a fun question. I like this question.

I am going to answer with all of them, so you have been warned.

Pale Blood;

Delmas' room is better kept than the rest of his apartment, usually. It's cramped but not cluttered with anything but furniture and though his bed is never made, he hangs or folds all of his clothes and never eats in there so there's rarely a mess. He has a tall dresser, a king size four-post bed and a night-stand that just barely fits beside it. All of the furniture is heavily scuffed and scratched. However, it is all real wood, all very old pieces carved and shaped by artisans with exquisite details...and his sheets and blankets belong in a museum. As does the ridiculous rug that takes up most of the room, is too round and wide to be in such a small space, and does not appear to have ever been dusted. It looks like he robbed a wealthy aristocrat from a bygone era and then tried to fit all of their things into a tuna can. Odea's bedroom is a mess. All of the time. Her bed is never made, her clothes stay where she throws them, she rarely does laundry or folds anything and she converted her closet into a small lab so there's no clothing in there. If not for the clothes, there's be massive stuffed animals and holos of cutesy characters strewn everywhere - that she buys whenever she is sad. Her bed is hidden most of the time by clothes or animals, but if it weren't one would see that it is shaped a bit like an egg. It is softly lit inside and she has a dresser and side-table that sort of match, though the table looks more like a mushroom and tends to be covered in whatever empty takeout boxes she had the days before. She's also carpeted the room, the only one in the apartment to have carpeting (and she'd get in trouble if the landlord found out she did it), it is obscenely fluffy and light gray in color and she hasn't seen it in months. Everything in her room is lit, in some way, all voice activated. She does not like being in the dark. Ron doesn't sleep, but he has a special room of his own in the bloodbank that is just big enough for maybe two adults and a small child (or tiny woman) to stand in. It is a mess of clutter, with old paper and leather books stacked in piles everywhere and on the shelves pressed against and climbing to the top of the tight walls. There's a couch and a desk in there as well, the couch is stuffed and comfortable (but short) and the desk is a thin number that could have been a foldout table once. He treasures this space. It is lit mostly by the rather dated device on his desk, which also happens to be the main network hub of the bloodbank. But he also has a little reading lamp that no one under thirty would recognize, and even they might call it vintage. Den shares a room with his sister, because his mother took his when she discovered he wasn't going to meet a nice girl and settle down to make some puppies. He sleeps on what could be considered a beanbag bed, if one squinted. It is made of rat-fur and full of the stuffing of old pillows. His sister gave him a blanket, that she made herself from his old clothes that he'd grown out of - she also lets him sleep in her very large and very new "princess" bed (as she calls it) when he comes home at odd hours and is too tired to play. Their mother throws nothing away and only buys what is absolutely needed, or what might motivate her pups to do what she wants. Luckily, Den has found ways of earning his own money outside the pack so he has clothing...but bedroom stuff is something he doesn't care for. He rarely sleeps there anyway.

Aha, bet you thought I was done.

Nope, Weald and Wen now!;

Mitra sleeps on a shelf in her brother's workshop, mostly. He carved it special just for her, even decorated it with things she likes (shiny things he finds in the pockets of his meals). It looks less like a room and more like a cross section of a geode, as she sleeps in her hair and doesn't wear clothes or have need of a light most of the time (she is a light). But it's made of the same stuff she is and so it's a good place to rest and heal when she's heavily damaged (which she often is). Parnamyr does not sleep but he has many lavishly decorated bedrooms in his tower full of curated items specific to the varying species of creatures found in the Weald and Wen that he has had the pleasure of...hosting. Occasionally, he does need to recharge, and he does so in a bare room at the top of his tower. It is lined with thickly tinted windows and rests just above the treeline, so that he might see the Lady's Heart glaring in the sky above. He either sits in the center of this rounded room or stands with what little bark he has left pressed against the glass. Delgrij's room is a full level of his nest, it is wide and elaborately decorated but most of the decor is kept close to or inside the walls, to allow room for the broodmother (as all nests must have room for her visits). The walls are carved in symbols and shapes meaningful only to him, with inlaid drawers filled with folded clothes and shelves stuffed with figures he carved himself (or were carved for him) and large tomes he wrote himself (or personally knows who did). He does not have a bed, but there is a shelf by a large oval window decorated with pillows that he used to fall asleep on. When he sleeps on purpose, he does so all wrapped up in the fleshy wings hidden under his arms...while upside down on a tall, gnarled post that he grips with the malleable roots that usually take a hoof-like shape at the ends of his legs. It is impeccably clean, never a thing out of place. Faerai shares her bedroom with her father, as all younglings do, but unlike most other Fyrni parents her father let her have free reign in decorating. Their bed is a wide, round mound of stuffed furs and cushions set inside carved crystal and covered in soft pillows, quilts and a few homemade stuffed animals. All of the shelves, cupboards and drawers are carved into the curves of the crystal walls, filled with clothes, cloth or books and a few wooden figurines. The only thing not carved into the room itself is the basin of oil that stands next to a section of wall buffed so smooth as to be reflective (the oils are for healing and cleaning). There's a gentle everglow bulb (thin crystal and moss that responds to Fyrni magic) that hangs from the ceiling.

#asks #oc asks #was going to treat it like the prompt it is and write a thing for each but brain said no so you get basic descriptions =P

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this-is-not-a-slow-burn · 8 months

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PHANTOM LIBERTY SPOILERS

I will be semi live blogging as I work my way through the expansion, and will try as hard as I can to remember to tag the posts and put the main stuff behind a cut so there are no exposed spoilers!

These are the tags I'll most likely use

cyberpunk 2077

phantom liberty spoilers

2.0

Spoilers

Phantom Liberty

Soooo: Spoilers below the cut!

The patience learned using stealth in other games sure came in fucking handy getting into the first area of Dogtown. Except when I had to reload because I accidentally lobbed a grenade instead of using optical camo. Songbird was like [????!?!?!?!?]

Also, MAJOR SPOILER, Songbird is on the relic, not exactly as an engram, but sorta? More like when you're connected on comms with T-Bug or Panam, but with a holo too. You don't always see her, but you hear her. (She's still on the plane with the prez when you first "meet" her on the ground. She just barges into your head. The sequence is pretty intense.) But the Relic can't handle all the activity, so Songbird has to turn Johnny down to a low simmer. I guess he can hear me, but can't interact. At least in the first part, because as we've seen in the trailer he is there along with us at some point, so she must idk, leave for some reason. She must either not need our connection anymore, or Johnny shoves his way back into the main room.

Not sure how long the expansion missions take, but it doesn't feel like it's gonna be short.

[ik I bitched about the 2.0 update, but I paid for the expansion so I might as well play it, right? I'll just have to get used to all the new stuff.

I had planned on doing an all new V for Dogtown, but once I saw how different the 2.0 update made the game, I decided that I should run PL at least once with an endgame save just to get a feel for it.]

#cyberpunk 2077 #phantom liberty spoilers #2.0 #Spoilers #Phantom Liberty

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scarred - part 2

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It was another two days before the Helminth let Sufford know that the new warframe was ready, during which they’d managed to gather another dozen of Ordis’ mystery drives. Kelth had let Kali know, but denied its request to come meet the new warframe immediately, just because of the way he had reacted to just Sufford last time. Better not to take any risks setting him off again. Instead, they’d made a plan to gently introduce him to the rest of the team, and talk to him, see if they could establish common ground. If he even spoke the same language as them, that was.

Their foot was tapping a quick, stressed rhythm on the floor in front of where they sat on the couch. Some cynical part of their mind was constantly reminding them of the fact that they’d always been with Sufford for as long as they could remember. Other than him, they’d only ever made friends with Kali, and never had they met a warframe that seemed to act quite like this one did.

“It’ll be fine,” Ordis said reassuringly. “We can always still see if he’d fit better on Kali’s ship, if we can’t make it work- oh, here he is.”

The door slid open, and the strange warframe was the first to step inside. He looked a great deal better than he had two days ago - not actually bleeding anymore and standing upright, for one. The scars were no longer deep rifts in his armour, but had been filled out to sit flush with the original pieces. They looked a little like Sufford’s shoulder wound had, originally, though whereas his had looked more like an overlay of teal staining his armour, these looked like entirely new material. Which Kelth knew they were. They’d raided so many bases to gather enough stuff for the Helminth for them.

At the sight of him, they straightened up, suddenly nervous. He froze similarly, but was promptly knocked forwards a step where Sufford was following a little too close behind. The stranger didn’t look back, but took some steps to the side, letting Sufford pass him without any resistance. He was holding tightly onto the datapad with both hands, holding it in front of him, not unlike a shield.

The plan was as follows. Sufford was supposed to have let him know just now, through the datapad, that Kelth was able to talk to him faster and in a more pleasant room than the Helminth’s, and together, they would introduce him to Ordis. Then, the four of them could talk.

Their nerves got the better of them for a moment, and then Sufford was standing next to the couch, by their side. The strange warframe still stood next to the door, just looking at them, breath still audibly rattling in his chest, and Kelth’s brain kicked back in.

“Hey,” they started, internally cursing the nervous crack in their voice, “my name is Kelth, come and have a seat, let’s talk.”

He looked at them for a moment, then quickly glanced to the unoccupied side of the couch, pointing at it and tilting his head back at them. Great, he understood - one less obstacle to worry about.

“Yeah, go ahead,” they said, shuffling themself further into the edge of the couch that they were already up against. The strange warframe walked over and sat down stiffly next to them, as far on the opposite side as possible, but turned inwards a little, so he could look at them. Sufford took some steps forward, putting the table between himself and the couch, and adopted a relaxed pose, hands behind his back.

“So, welcome aboard,” they started awkwardly, trying to remember what they’d wanted to say, “um, this is Sufford, you’ve met him.”

The stranger looked up as Kelth gestured towards Sufford, who gave a little wave. He did not reciprocate.

“And our ship cephalon is called Ordis, he’s here too,” they said.

The table’s built-in holo-display activated, and Ordis’ cracked cube flickered to life as he delivered his own little greeting, which also went unanswered.

“Do you have a name we can call you by?” Kelth asked him, hopeful.

The warframe looked back at them again for a moment. Then, shoulders drawn back up, he shifted the datapad into one hand and raised the other, fingers poised above the surface as if to start typing something. He stared for several long moments, and then, shrinking into himself, shook his head, lowered his hand again. Shit. Was that a misstep? Quick, something else-

“O-oh, that’s- that’s fine, that’s okay! How are you feeling, anyway?”

He didn’t even look up from the datapad, but instead just heaved a big sigh and started typing. He hunted for the correct letters slowly, deliberately, only typing a few words before handing it to Kelth to read. “Where am I?”

“You’re on our Orbiter,” Kelth said, a little taken aback that he’d just flat-out ignored their question, but if this was what he wanted to know first, then, fine. They pointed over their own shoulder, where they knew the lounge’s window to be. “In, uh, space.”

The warframe stared for a second, before motioning for them to give him back the pad. They did, and he erased his previous question, typing a new one. “Is the war over?”

“The war?” Kelth racked their brain. Sure, the system was in chaos, but there wasn’t anything as big as a war going on, not that they were aware of. “Do you mean the Old War?”

The other briefly froze. Grabbed the datapad back, shakily just entered a newline instead of erasing his previous message, and typed another question. “How long?”

Shit. “Uh, Ordis? Do you know?”

“A little more than a thousand years,” Ordis replied smoothly.

The warframe to Kelth’s side didn’t respond, didn’t ask for Kelth to give back the datapad, didn’t give any sign that he’d heard what Ordis had said. Finally, he turned his head downwards, towards his feet, and slowly raised his shaking hands to his faceplate, air starting to whistle through his intakes again like it had in the Helminth’s room last time. Shit, was he-

Sufford caught their attention with a snap of his fingers. “Let’s give him some privacy, let him adjust - he’s likely disoriented if the last time he remembers is the Old War. His room was ready, right?”

They’d hastily expanded their quarters with another private room as soon as it had become clear that this warframe getting brought back to life. Kelth was however entirely too unsettled by the warframe showing all the correct body language of a human about to cry to move or say anything, but Ordis had their back.

“We have made accommodations available for you, if you would like to be alone-”

Before he could even finish the sentence, the scarred warframe had stood up from the couch, swaying on his feet, looking everywhere but at the three others in the room with him. Helpfully, Ordis selectively lit up some floor-lights, guiding his path. He quickly followed them, all but fleeing from the room. Down the short corridor, they could hear the door of the new room open and close. The rattles and whistles of his broken breath cut off with it.

Kelth looked to Sufford, wordless, eyes big with alarm and unease. He sighed deeply and signed: “He likely just needs time. We don’t know how he ended up in pieces all across space - might have something to do with that.”

“Sure, but- was this a good idea, at all?” they asked, the same question they’d asked Ordis after meeting this scarred frame the first time. “Should we have done this? Was this right?”

Sufford walked around the table, on which Ordis’ hologram still hovered silently, and dropped himself heavily into the couch next to them. He reached out with one arm, and they shuffled over, leaning into him for the hug. A weak transference connection fizzled to life, and Sufford sent them warm comfort across it.

“I think it was the right call,” Sufford signed, not through transference, but so Ordis could still follow, too. “If he disagrees, though, I’ve heard of some companies doing warframe burials. We can give him that choice, at least.”

“Yeah,” Kelth said. Then, they realised what they were still holding in their hands. “Aw, he didn’t take the datapad with him.”

“I can have the taxon deliver it when he comes back out,” Ordis said. “Sufford, did you show him how to use it beyond writing notes?”

Sheepishness reached Kelth through the connection as Sufford reached with his free arm to rub the back of his neck. Kelth snorted.

“We can write a note and leave that open on the pad for him to see when he gets it,” they said. “Ordis, would you be able to put something together?”

At his “yes, of course,” they put the datapad onto the table, where Ordis took control of it and started writing out a small guide. Text appeared almost instantaneously, and the whole screen was full within a blink of an eye.

“There, that should cover the basics. Ordis will keep an eye on when he exits his room again.”

Kelth nodded and extricated themself from Sufford’s arm. The connection dropped away again like water. It wasn’t pleasant, but it was just the way it was. They stood up.

“Let’s wait with telling Kali about him until he’s recovered from that,” they proposed with a wry smile. “I think it’d be a good idea also to avoid going out until we know he’s stable. I don’t want to leave him alone on the ship just in case he tries anything, and we still don’t really know if he would try anything. The alternative is letting Kali babysit him, and that sounds like a little too much change in too short of a time.”

With no disagreements from either Sufford or Ordis, they made their exit and retreated back to their own room for some meditation practice. They didn’t want to think about either the strange warframe or Ordis’ drives, for just a short while. So much was going on, and they felt like they teetered on a precarious edge - about to discover things which might’ve been better left untouched, but now that they’d had a glimpse, they couldn’t just leave them be anymore. Not just out of curiosity: something about the strange warframe felt deeply wrong to them, but they also wanted to help him, and now that they knew Ordis was missing memories and they could play a part in recovering them, it was hard to sit still or do anything else, anymore.

Trouble, all around them. Breathe in, hold, release.

#there we go #not sure Exactly How happy i am with the details but eh #i'll figure those out better once i have the rest of scarred done #and then it'll be good in the ao3 version #couldn't just not share prime vince angst here. another example of the headache of figuring out what's #going on in His Head so he can react in a natural way while kelth has negative clues as to what's happening #the girls are being Difficuuuultttt

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Shailla and Raen (Seven deadly sins OC asks) Lust 4, Pride 6, Wrath 3 and Sloth 3?

Aw, thank you :)

Lust - Does your oc judge other couples? If so why?

I don't think Shailla has time or desire to do that, so no. Raen, on the other hand, absolutely can judge other couples, usually to tease them (as a joke), but rarely it is serious judgement (like she did judge all the girls who fell for Skavak because seriously? that guy?).

Pride - What does your oc think their best trait is? Is it true?

Shailla... how do I pick one or two when she's a walking good trait.

She doesn't see herself any better than fellow Jedi - so every positive trait she has is present in the rest of the Jedi (as the result of training and lifestyle of the Order). Doesn't matter if it's true or not - it's what she believes.

Shailla thinks her best traits are self-discipline, compassion and willingness to help others. She barely got accepted into the Order because of problematic behavior and age, and she worked a lot to prove herself as a Jedi. From her perspective, everybody deserves help and another chance, and using Jedi training she can provide it. Then again, this is what, she believes, all Jedi are (and a lot of non-Jedi too), so it's nothing special to her.

I think this is where her best trait lies - infinite, unconditional belief in people. This is where a lot of her positive traits come from - compassion, patience, forgiveness, optimism, respectfulness, etc. (it's a long list so I'll stop here). Shailla always believes in the best in every person, even if they don't seem like it, even if they fail to show that, even if it's just a stranger. Of course, this also backfired multiple times and was used against her, which makes it difficult at times to sustain this belief, but that's exactly why I think it's her best trait - she doesn't lose it (well, she comes very close to it after Zakuul's victory, but that's another story and a part of her character journey).

So Shailla'assessment about her best trait isn't far from truth.

(I need to stop before I gush even more about her)

Raen believes that her best traits are ability to get along with different people and excellent sense of humor. And yes, she's good at both, but I would say her best trait is authenticity. Raen doesn't pretend to be something else - she is honest about her real self and acts as such. And again, a lot of her good traits come from this.

Quick thinking and keeping a cool head is high stress situations are also worth to mention here. Like when her ship got stolen - sure, Raen got frustrated and angry for a moment, but was able to keep calm and start looking for ways to find the ship. Seriously, even some Jedi would be jealous of this.

Wrath - Is your oc easy to disappoint? How so?

Shailla, as mentioned above, is very patient, so it would be very difficult to disappoint her. And really, why would you want to do that? Raen is easier to disappoint about smaller things, but she's surprisingly understanding about serious and important stuff. Not the exact amount of spice as her mother puts in Corellian food at the cantina? Raen won't rest until this is corrected, or at least given money back. A meeting with Theron she was planning for a couple of weeks is cancelled because of an emergency for SIS? Unpleasant but understandable, she'll try to schedule it for another day.

Sloth - How does your oc relax? Describe it.

Meditation is Shailla's most used way of relaxing. Solving puzzles (if she needs a break from physical activity) and simply taking a walk wherever she happens to be (if a break from mental activity is needed) as well.

When Raen needs to relax, she can take a nap, take a long nice shower (if available, bc it's not available on the ship), hit the nearest cantina and order some of her favorite drinks and foods or find a comfortable spot and watch some holos.

#this is all my brain could do. sorry #i overestimated myself when promised to do something productive. bad days are back #i'm so sorry i made you wait like a week for this #thank you again!#swtor #ask game #oc:shailla #oc:raen #the-raven-of-highever #legacy (verse): lette

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whatwarehouse · 1 year

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The Monarch

This was an architectural response to the “Fairy Tales” competition by Blank Space. It was an exploration of an alternate future that was hopeful rather than the post-apocalyptic views often portrayed in media. The full story that pears with the images above is here: “I’m so hungry” “You’re always hungry.” Nero grumbled, trying to ignore Bea. She had that look in her eye, which was never a good thing. “Today I’m going to do it. I really am.” Bea leaned in, whispering loudly. Nero glanced at the holo-screen to see if the teacher had noticed but the image only continued to drone. ‘...living in the wake of the world on the brink. As a society facing mass starvation, resources depleted, the Silverwing Accords brought the dissolution of the northern armies.’ “My Gran-poppo says things were harder when he was a kid.” Nero tried to change the subject hoping Bea would focus on their lesson. History was his favorite. ‘…after the meat wars, the underground movement began as an attempt to rebalance the ecosystem.’ “My Gran-poppo says the same. They all do. That's why I'm going to discover The Monarch’s secret once and for all. Tonight!” Nero trembled at the mention of the enigmatic guardian of Sky-Hex 13. He was the stuff of nightmares. Both kids looked out the small classroom window, towards the peaks of the Comb. It wasn’t visible now, but when the sun slipped below the horizon, the skyline would glow with a sickly pallor, casting an eerie haze over The Monarch’s domain. “You can’t actually be thinking of going there. It’s not worth it just for food. You’ll never make it back in one piece.” Bea’s stomach grumbled again as she looked at the lush rooftops bursting with green, deceptively inviting, calling to her like a beacon. Night would bring a different truth, hauntingly tempting. With summer nearly gone, finding the secret hidden within The Monarch’s mysterious lights became more important than ever. “My mom will kill me if I skip class.” He protested weakly “The substitute holo will never notice. Think about what we could eat if we find the secret source.” Bea leaned in closer. “We'll be legends!” “You think too much with your stomach” Nero groaned as he considered her scheme. It was their first year in Hex 6 Elementary. Nero wanted more than anything to fit in. One peek at The Monarch's domain would make them heroes. “Fine.” He pouted. “But we are just going to look. That’s it!” They slipped out the back of the classroom, traveling through the murky void beneath the waterfall before spilling into the bright market plaza buzzing with activity. Above them, the quilted faces of the Comb cascaded down the hillside in a riot of colors and ordered chaos. Easily navigating along the base of the Comb, they arrived beneath the familiar awning of ‘Mama’s Grub’, a favorite food stall of Nero’s. When Bea ignored the delicious aromas wafting from inside to pull him around the back, his shoulders sagged in disappointment. Bea wasted no time snatching a pole from her hiding spot before steering them toward the hyper-hex station. At Nero’s questioning gaze Bea merely shrugged. “I’ll need a weapon. Trema said this was my best bet.” Nero hoped it wouldn’t come to that. He already regretted his decision to tag along. When they finally reached the surface, Bea practically dragged her reluctant friend off the hyper-hex train. Emptied long before their stop, no one questioned their destination as they emerged from the station. The vivid colors of the sunset washed the skies with a cheerfulness Bea found hard to muster. Grass so thick and green you could wrap yourself in it like a blanket spread across endless hills. “I love being grounded.” Visiting the surface was her favorite. However, she’d never been on this side of the Comb. Nero, one step behind, hesitated to leave the safety of the tunnel’s entrance. “Look, I can see the trees. They’re beginning to glow.” A long fence wrapped its way down the hill along a perfectly ordered forest. They followed the path with cautious steps, alert and uneasy. Reaching the fence, Bea climbed the splintered wood to see above the tall grasses. Just then a shadow passed among the trees. “What was that?” Bea jumped, dragging Nero down behind the post. “What if it’s The Monarch?” Nero whispered back. Her heart raced as she clutched her weapon tightly to her chest. “We shouldn’t be here. We really shouldn’t be here.” Nero had already caught a glimpse of the lights, and that was enough for him. “I want to go back.” He whined, tugging on her sleeve. “We’re so close to the secret. We just have to wait until it gets dark” Bea ignored Nero’s protests and stared intently into the forest, trying to work up her own courage. When she looked back at the road, she was alone. Bea wasn’t ready to give up, even if Nero was. Tentatively, she took her first steps beneath the intimidating canopy dripping with a scattering of faint lights. The forest felt alive, as if the ground were crawling and shifting beneath her feet. The urge to run pressed heavily against her heart, but she persisted. Her weapon tight between sticky palms, Bea approached the glowing orbs with silent vigilance. It was now or never. Taking a deep breath, she pulled back and with as much strength as she could manage, swung her weapon in a wide arc releasing all her fear and apprehension into the offending light. The orb exploded and darkness poured out. Shadows fluttered around her, rising, sinking, and twisting into menacing clouds and monstrous shapes. Overwhelmed with the cacophony that followed, Bea plummeted to the ground, her hand landing on the sharp edge of the shattered orb. She dislodged it from the dense ivy and stumbled back onto the path, carrying her prize as she raced for the fence. Encumbered by its weight, Bea lost her balance and faltered in the grass. When she looked up, she wasn’t alone. A dark silhouette loomed above. Her breath caught in a scream. “You’re… You’re The Monarch!” The silence hung ominously between them as Bea fought to regain her senses. When he finally stepped into the light, he looked more confused than fearsome. His moth-eaten clothes matched a weathered frown as he leaned on his cane to get a better look at her. “I’m certainly not a Monarch” He laughed. “But this is a monarch farm, if that’s what you mean. This particular forest is our moth harvest. What are they teaching you kids these days?” He reached for her fallen backpack and picked off a large moth, extending his hand into the air and releasing it. “A farm?” Bea squealed, as she watched the moth drift into the trees, merging with thousands of wings overhead. “But the Elders told us not to come here.” She exclaimed. The farmer chuckled softly at her words, shaking his head. “No wonder they don’t want you up here, these are delicacies best kept for holidays.” He picked up her weapon, handing it back to her with a wink. “You’ll need this. Go ahead and catch a few for your family. They taste great in a pie.” Bea clutched the pole of her net pulling herself to her feet. “But this is the great secret? The ultimate source?” She almost felt disappointed before realizing that taking a few of these treasures would be more than enough proof to show all the kids at school. This was way better than bringing back a piece of the light. “You’ve heard it called the great source eh? It’s because bugs like these that we harvest and eat keep our land fertile and unspoiled.” The old farmer shuffled towards one of the glowing orbs, running his gnarled fingers along its edge with pride. “Efficient and resourceful” He mused to himself. “This here is the good stuff.” Bea followed him down the path, her eyes wide with wonder at the fluttering spectacle above. When they reached the edge of the farm, he stopped to gesture at the vast horizon, the radiant honeycomb cities lit up like lanterns submerged within the undulating landscape. Bea remembered something her teacher had mentioned, beginning to understand. “I can’t imagine a world where people would eat animals instead. I love bugs.” “That’s right.” He encouraged. “Who knew all the big problems could be solved with something so small?”

#WHATware #TheMonarch #WHATwork

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systems-alliance-pilot · 2 years

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Final message:

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His search for a private place for this recording had led him home; the message began with one very tall pilot shuffling in his well worn but still surprisingly small cockpit. "You'd think after all these years I'd have figured out the best way to get in here, and yet....gah." Stretching his neck and shoulders, Owen finally stopped moving around and looked to the console above his flight controls. "Right: that'll do for now."

A warm smile spread across his face as Owen pushed the longer strands of hair back off his forehead. "Hi, J." He paused and took a moment to think about how he was going to word this. "I've...honestly, I don't know what I've been doing. I keep trying to think how I'm going to say everything but nothing seems right, y'know? I don't want this to sound rehearsed but I also don't wanna miss anything..."

Relaxing back into his chair, the pilot looked up through his canopy. "I can't believe it's nearly done. All these years, all this fighting and it's just....ending." He closed his eyes. "Seems too good to be true." His eyes opened and returned to the screen in front of him. "And this whole....thing...is in case it turns out to be."

His infamous smirk appeared for the first time in months. "You didn't think I'd leave without a contingency plan, did you? I'm not about to fly into Hell itself without a cheeky little message to my best friend and greatest rival." Sitting back, he absent mindedly began playing with some of his controls and fell into another temporary silence.

"When I joined the Alliance, all I wanted was to escape; to run from what I was. I didn't want anything beyond a new start....but I got so much more." Owen bit his bottom lip as his eyes began to water. "Skills, friends...family. J, meeting you is, without doubt, my greatest memory of this whole gig: you are my best friend and you are my brother and I....I fucking love you, man. I don't say it but you, Gunny, your mam and dad....you made me feel wanted and loved and I've never....I'd never had that before and I can't...I can't thank you enough for it."

A shaky breath left him as he looked back to the heavens and laughed at his current situation. "Fuck...I really am shit with emotional stuff, aren't I?"

His left wrist illuminated as he activated his omnitool. "One last present from me, lad." Within moments, the message was encoded with dozens of vids and holos. Some were from Arcturus, a few were proof he could have shot him down when he stole the original Normandy, but several were from the few periods of leave he got to spend with the Moreau family. He'd marked one vid and one holo in particular as his favourite: the picture was of two baby faced pilots and one very young girl, Owen - arm in cast - was wedged between a beaming Joker and Hilary. The vid was of Owen picking up and spinning 'Gunny' onto his shoulder so she could pretend to fly and attack her brother.

Owen sighed as the beep of a successful transfer reached his ears. The crease between his eyes deepened as the order for all officers to report to the war room boomed throughout the ship.

With a deep inhale, he brought a genuine smile to his face and looked directly at the camera. "Let's show these marines how it's done ey, lad?" He chuckled and reached for the disconnect button.

"Ad astra, per aspera, brother. I'll see you soon."

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@facedtogether

Song - x

#facedtogether #arguably the most emotional one he did lmao #except for maybe romanced Ash #but tbf he is head over heels for her so Joker did well tying with that XD

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INFODUMP AU continued

(Star Wars AU #22)

Possible Continuations from INFODUMP. I headcanon that exchange taking place about a year before episode II and episode IV

A) Anakin Force Shenanigans

Anakin walks up: “master- who’s this guy?

“You can SEE him/me?”

Obi-Wan urgently cry/yelling at Anakin to either wear a condom with Padme or at least take her to a healer if you’re worried about her pregnancy (seriously healer BEFORE evil sith wtf)

(its been a number of years for Ben so he’s pretty much puzzled out the ‘doing this for padme’ bit)

just before obi-wan fades out anakin panics because ben hasn’t told him how he gets together with padme

yanks him into this timeline and now Old Ben has to deal with Obi-Wan and Anakin freaking out over all the info he just vomited at them AND everything else

B) Brush Off

Obi-Wan practices some good old fashioned repression to mostly convince himself it was all a weird dream

yoda always says in motion, the future is anyway

he mostly puts it out of his head until a year later when Anakin VERY obliquely references having dreams of his mother

“...what kind of dreams, exactly?”

end-up rescuing Shmi shortly after her capture, Obi-Wan’s there to make sure Anakin doesn’t go off the deep end

Council is a little disapproving of their side mission because now Anakin is even more attached/devoted Obi-Wan

Obi-Wan is a LITTLE freaked out but Shmi being in danger isn’t exactly a hard prediction to make considering they left her on Tatooine but...

almost immediately after they get specially requested to protect Senator Amidala.

things proceed like canon and when Dex says the dart is from Kamino, Obi-Wan has a little panic attack attack

the whole trip to Kamino he’s just thinking pleasenoclonearmy pleasenoclonearmy pleasenoawFUCK THAT’S A CLONE ARMY

good news here is when he’s bullshitting his way through the meeting/ inspection he very confidently brings up removing the control chips

at first there’s some hemming and hawing ‘oh you mean the inhibitor chips, are you sure you want them removed we’ve already installed them’

“I DEMAND they be removed- I- can i speak to your manger? Do I need to take my business elsewhere??”

Nala Se is very reluctant, “I was ensured by certain high level parties that the chips were intended to be an important safeguard...”

*Obi-Wan sweating, but all-in at this point* “Well, uh, Master Dooku and Chancellor Palpatine themselves told me they were concerned about the chips being abused by the wrong parties, and sent me to supervise, so,”

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were read-in on the project architecture to that extent, well here are our options-”

Obi-Wan still chases to Jango to Genosis because he’s got a mission and ‘this might as well happen’

Still gets captured in that stupid rotating energy field by Dooku

“What if I told you the senate was now controlled by a dark lord of the sith?”

“...I would say that I would be very interested in any holo-recordings or legal documents you might have to that effect”

“oh?”

“would very much like some sort of proof to bring before a court of law, yeah.”

The rescue attempt actually goes well this time! Anakin is well rested and practically glowing after his week-long all-expense paid vacation at Varykino

They all manage to escape and intercept reinforcement mid-flight

The council is pleased Obi-Wan is safe and not surprised to find Anakin there, but it doesn’t really change their mission as the senate has ordered them to take out the federation army before they can attack...

“The Senate ordered it?”

“Yes, much has happened, while gone you were. Were given to the chancellor, emergency powers. Drafted a military, he has. Generals, the Jedi have been made. Uneasy we are, but serve the senate, we do.”

“Oh kark, the Chancellor ordered it? We DEFINITELY can not invade.” Obi-Wan's starting to have another panic attack, not sure how to get out of the sith trap

Anakin’s a little offended. “Obi-Wan! The Chancellor is a good man; the Jedi must do this, for the good of -”

“PALPATINE’S A SITH LORD”

“what”

C) He tries, ok? (inspired by @ourhitofsucrose )

Very similar to B except for the full year between the ‘vision’ and aotc, Obi-Wan is desperately trying to follow the future’s warnings but failing hysterically

kamino and genosis have both erased from the archives and it doesn’t occur to him to ask dex so he doesn’t even have a direction to go on

tries to find some proof about Palpatine but he is a sneaky bastard

tries to separate palpatine from anakin but he’s like I’M AN ADULT NOW YOU CAN’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO

tentatively brings up Dooku falling ‘in a vision’ to the council because that is something they can check up on- Yoda gets really offended

‘garbage planet on the outer rim’ is not a lot to go on

when he tries to get help searching because he knows that the sith who killed Qui-Gon is still alive and planning to kill his ex-girlfriend even Anakin is like... ‘ok buddy, i think you might be under too much stress, maybe we should visit the healers...”

best he can do for Shmi is leaving her an emergency beacon

A+ success in relationship repair with Anakin tho! through the application of a very awkward hug and a mumbled “you know I love you, right?”

Anakin drags him to the healers immediately, and after a drug test and an overnight stay finally responds by bursting into tears and ugly crying on Obi-Wan’s robes because “YOU’RE A FATHER TO ME BUT I THOUGHT YOU HAATED ME”

Obi-Wan is uncomfortably patting him on the back “Of course I don’t hate you! You’re my padawan! Why would you think that?”

Then when Shmi activates her emergency comm the same night Anakin has his first nightmare about his Mom and they fly to her rescue he’s even more OBI-WAN 5EVER than canon or scenario B because

“You...checked in on my mom?? Why wouldn’t you tell me?”

“I’m sorry Anakin, I knew the council wouldn’t approve...”

hugs Anakin again since that is the only piece of advice he can follow from his future self and he just thinks ‘well its a long shot but hopefully this is enough to prevent any lava planet incidents’

it is

Seriously in this version of events Anakin actively RESISTS being knighted because he was already obsessed with Obi-Wan in canon and now with hugs + verbal affection + protecting Mom proactively he is ALL IN FOR OBI NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWN

low-key ruins palpatine’s plans by itself because now when he tries to drive a wedge between them with his bullshit ‘your master doesn’t truly trust you’ Anakin gets huffy and responds with a space powerpoint presentation

i mean other stuff is going to go down once we get to the armies but already the stage is set for him to go running to Obi-Wan the minute he has a nightmare about Padme dying and him responding “J. Force Christ, lets just... go to a healer, fuck’s sake Anakin I hope it doesn’t need to be said but do NOT turn to the darkside over this”

canon would definitely diverge before that point but its also very funny to me to imagine RotS playing out more or less the same but when he gets to Palpatine’s big offer he just goes ‘sorry dad told me no’

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