#where is kork?
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Watching mutuals being Ndrv3 haters is fun, like yes get em again for me. Hit ‘em for me again.
#it’s not my favorite either😍 the only characters that exist in it are kaede shuichi (for protag colony reasons) maki and the ending#oh and kork and maybe Uhh kiibo#and miu#AND GONTA TOO SHIT#I only like the ending cuz it’s cool to see everyone again even if some of them sound not like them#but execution music is really banging in this specifically kaede korekiyo and gonta’s#so swag#and that debate one where split into teams wish beat drop was bit harder tho
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v3 AU where Rantaro lives, someone else kills Angie, and Kork gets off scot-free killing Tenko, but reveals his "secret" to all. Rantaro has to contend with Mixed Feelings about this Nice Girl Murderer sticking around, as well as the nagging feeling that perhaps, perhaps, Rantaro may have lost one of his sisters to him...
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Illicit Affairs - Chapter 22
Captain Rex x OC
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Chapter Summary: In the final chapter, Talia reflects on how she's grown once receiving positive news from the war front that gives hope to the future.
Chapter Rating: M
Warnings: MAJOR angst, death, grief, alcohol,
A/N: Y'all it's finally here. More notes to come at the end, but thank you for your support in this wild ride. Firs though, a shoutout to @cyarbika for letting me use Kork in this fic, tbh defining how I view 79s, and for holding this plot in for what, a year now lol?? and the biggest love to @galacticgraffiti - you have been my guide for this entire fic, I wouldn't have made it here without your beta reads. ilysm 💜. also thanks for letting me borrow your OC, Eya!
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21 BBY – Coruscant
Talia had been in bars probably from too young an age; her early missions with her Master often brought them to the seedy corners of the galaxy in search of information. What she lacked was the experience of going out and enjoying a bar, and 79’s was a much different atmosphere than the bars she had been in before. When the doors opened, she was slammed by the bright lights, the loud music, and the thrum of relief and energetic comradery bouncing off every surface.
There were holoscreens illuminating half the walls, clones engaging in drinking games or other friendly bets, beautiful men and women dressed in revealing outfits in the hopes of finding a partner for a night. It was a lot for Talia to take in: the lights, the noise, the energy a near concussive assault on her senses. But once she settled in the booth with the men she had only known a short amount of time yet had already grown to care for so much, it all calmed down somewhat.
Talia was surprised by how easily they welcomed her, but then again it had beenChurch’s insistence that had brought her out in the first place and Storm’s assurance that had swayed her. She didn’t want to be in the way, thinking that going out with the men she commanded would just burden their night off. But as she sat with them, and they tossed around jokes from the recent campaign, she saw it for what it was: a need to debrief and decompress after the stress. She felt honored that they included her, and even realized how much she needed something like this instead of going to the Temple or even hanging out with her civilian friends who just wouldn’t get it. Talia was still getting used to the title of General, still felt weirdly empty when her hands ran through her hair and she no longer felt her Padawan braid. So, it was nice to have a night where she didn’t have to think about any of it.
The downside to her inexperience in bars was she had no idea what to drink. She followed the boys lead and drank the awful free beer they were served, but decided she couldn’t stomach the stuff. When Storm noticed her displeasure he did her the favor of ordering her a gin and tonic, which he informed her was his usual drink. After she downed it and was already sporting a light buzz, she decided to treat her men to something a bit better than the standard beer, and ordered a round for all of them. She excused herself to a round of cheers, her cheeks warming in a flush from the alcohol. The bartender was more than happy to give her a recommendation for a better ale and recommended a cocktail for Talia to try.
The feeling of being out of place inched back in as she patiently waited for her round of drinks, tapping her fingers on the counter and trying to blend into the crowd when she was bumped from the side.
“Excuse me, I’m sorry ma’am, the crowd pushed a lot more than-“ a clone’s voice sincerely apologized, only to cut off as Talia turned to see Captain Rex’s face darkening from a flush as he recognized the Jedi next to him. “Oh, General Riva! I’m so sorry I didn’t see you there. And I’m sorry again for knocking into you-“
Talia chuckled at his flustered words, but shook her head, “It’s ok, Captain. It’s crowded in here; I had to fight my way to the bar.”
Rex’s face relaxed at that, a small grin even toying at his lips, “Well, you could just use the Force to part the crowd, be more efficient.”
Talia snorted, then blushed from the embarrassing noise that had escaped her, but Rex didn’t seem to notice. “The men already seem intimidated by a Jedi being here, I don’t need to draw more attention to it.”
“That reminds me, I should probably make sure my boys are on best behavior tonight then,” Rex grumbled, tossing a look over his shoulder at a booth filled with clones in the 501st blue armor. Talia hadn’t worked with them enough to know all their names yet, but she recognized a few from a recent mission. They seemed to be having fun, or maybe having an argument by the way some of them were pointing and shouting at each other. Maybe a bit of both, Talia supposed.
“Don’t dampen their fun on my account,” Talia said, “We all need a break.”
Rex huffed out a laugh and nodded at that, “You can say that again. And you wouldn’t dampen their fun at all; in fact, I’m worried it would be the other way around.”
“What do you mean?” Talia asked confusedly.
“Oh, nothing,” Rex answered quickly, as if he had gotten too close to admitting something he didn’t want to say. “Just that...I think my men wouldn’t leave you alone, that you wouldn’t be able to enjoy your night without them bothering you.”
“Oh, they wouldn’t bother me!” Talia insisted. “I liked working with you all on Taanab; Fives and Echo had me cracking up.”
Rex shrugged. “Echo can control himself, Fives on the other hand…”
“Oh yeah, he’s a flirt,” Talia cut in. Rex looked at her wide eyed then laughed. “You think I didn’t catch any of that? I can’t imagine what he’d be like with the influence of alcohol.”
“Again, why I hope they don’t bother you.” Rex muttered, once again casting a glance back at the booth, only to see some of the brothers, including the one in question, watching them at the bar.
Rex sighed and murmured something under his breath then glanced back at Talia. He straightened himself up, facing the bar again, “What are you drinking? Can I get you a round?”
“I already ordered,” Talia explained, nodding her head in the direction of the bartender, “and I wouldn’t let you get me a drink anyway. In fact, I’m getting you one.”
Rex shook his head, “I can’t let you do that.”
“I insist. You serve under Anakin; I know you must be in dire need of alcohol,” Talia said.
Rex laughed again, still shaking his head, “I’m fine with just the Kork.”
“Wow, you are a horrible liar,” Talia observed, smirking as the Captain attempted to deny it. She wasn’t even using the Force, but after experiencing the stuff herself she assumed you had to lack taste buds to enjoy it. “I don’t see how you guys can swallow the stuff.”
“The fact that it’s free helps,” Rex admitted, “But really General; I’m fine.”
“Nonsense,” Talia waved off as the bartender came back around with Talia’s drinks. She glanced at Rex, ready to take his order when Talia cut in, “Could you get another one of these ales for the Captain? And put it on my tab?”
The bartender was off before Rex could argue, “Thank you, but you don’t have to.”
“I know, but I want to,” Talia insisted. “It’s the least I can do.”
“Well, usually it’s the clone buying the girl a drink in here,” Rex offered, a slight smirk on his face. Talia’s face felt warm – a weird reaction, she thought.
“Guess you’ll just owe me a round the next time, Captain,” Talia replied. “I have to say it’s nice to see you on a night out, you seem a lot less... stressed.”
“In truth, this isn’t my usual thing. I was convinced to join,” Rex explained.
“Same here,” Talia added, “Sometimes, our men know what we need more than we ourselves do, I guess.”
“But we can’t admit that to them.” There was that smirk again. Talia tried to ignore the way it lit up his face, how it enhanced how handsome he was. It had to be the alcohol in her, making her warm and encouraging her eyes to linger on his face.
“And for what it’s worth, it’s “You kind of have,” Talia said, earning a confused look from Rex. “Naboo? The Gala?”
“Oh well… I don’t think that’s fair to count because I didn’t know you were a Jedi.” Rex offered, his hand reaching to scratch the back of his neck. “And you weren’t exactly off duty.”
“Fair, fair,” Talia shrugged. “But then I was much better dressed for a night out.”
“You look perfect,” Rex said it so simply but stopped himself suddenly, the skin on his neck and cheeks darkening slightly. Talia’s own cheeks burned once more, but she didn’t know what to say in return. Rex also seemed speechless at his own admission, and for a moment they lingered on it, silent but surrounded by the loud music and conversations echoing around them. Talia searched for a witty response, or even hoped some words of thanks would leave her tongue, but instead found herself horrendously lacking any reply. Not from embarrassment or discomfort, but almost because Rex’s words had caught her off guard. Talia felt she should say something to ease the blush creeping in on the Captain as he obviously seemed as surprised by the compliment he had paid her. She supposed she could offer the same reply back, but felt lame and she didn’t even know why she was at a rare loss for words, but she didn’t get a chance to salvage her own lapse.
“Captain!” They were interrupted as Fives pushed his way in beside Rex, wrapping his arm over Rex’s shoulder and admonishing his brother teasingly, “Stop flirting with Talia so we can get on with the game!”
Talia didn’t think it was possible, but Rex’s face darkened further as his jaw dropped. His eyes darted back to Talia as he sputtered out “I wasn’t-“
“Sure sure,” Fives waved off, his voice slurring a bit, “you’ll just deny it again. General, looking great as always, but I’m going to steal our captain for a bit.”
“Sorry for holding him up for so long,” Talia answered, her cheeks still aflame. She directed a small smile back at Rex, who looked torn between dying of embarrassment and like he had the temptation to kill his brother. “Have a fun night, hope to see more of you soon.”
“Thanks, you too, Talia,” Rex said as Fives dragged him off. Talia watched them go, her cheeks aching from the smile stuck on her face. It was weird, he had only ever referred to her as General. She liked the way her name sounded coming off his lips.
19 BBY – Coruscant
79’s hadn’t visibly changed much in the time since Talia had first walked through its doors, yet the way she knew it had evolved entirely. It wasn’t an unknown space; it was filled with memories. Its walls echoed with the joy of time spent away from war with friends who she would never forget, some who had grown to be like family… and Rex, who was so much more. Talia knew the workers, had collected bits and pieces of their lives through conversation and they felt as ingrained to the place as the clones who it was built for. As she walked in, Talia smiled in greeting at the large Nautolan bouncer, Eya. Those who didn’t know them would see them as imposing from their size, the tattoos decorating their violet skin, the spikes protruding from their knuckles and the cybernetic eye that contrasted to the deep black of their organic one, but Talia recognized there was a strange, comforting softness underneath the façade. They were also friends with Storm, who Talia had come to 79’s with that night, and he stayed back to chat with Eya while Talia grabbed a booth, seeking a private space for the conversation she wanted to have.
The 412th’s last campaign had been relatively easy work, but they had missed the battle on Coruscant, something that seemed to bother the men as they wanted the chance to defend the center of the Republic themselves, but sometimes other duties called first. They were granted leave as soon as the campaign had ended, and Talia felt relief when they approached the planet and she didn’t see much damage on the surface. Coruscant had been her home for as long as she could remember, the whole planet and the temple especially had always seemed so untouchable before the war. The bombing of the temple was a stark reminder of how war could always hit unexpectedly, and she was grateful the siege of the planet hadn’t lasted long.
As the Venator approached Coruscant, they received the news that was the cause for her and Storm’s meeting tonight. Master Kenobi had engaged Grievous in battle on the Utapau system. With Count Dooku dead, the Separatist leadership was fractured, and if Obi-Wan could defeat Grievous, they would crumble and the war would be over. It was strange to hope, considering how many times the General had evaded defeat before, but something felt different this time. He didn’t have Dooku to crawl back to for support, and Grievous didn’t garner the same level of following that the charismatic Sith had. Without Grievous and Dooku, there was no one to step in, no way the Separatists could still fight.
In other news from the war front, Talia had received word from Rex. Ahsoka’s mission on Mandalore had been a success, and they had captured Maul. Talia had never been more afraid for Rex than she was when she heard what his mission was; Maul had haunted her dreams for too long. She had taken that as a warning that something would happen to Rex on Mandalore, fighting against the former Sith. It would have been too cruel for Talia to lose Rex to Maul, to someone who had caused so much pain and suffering for her already. Especially when they were finally at the cusp of victory, on the brink of what they were fighting for.
Things with Rex weren’t fully back to what they had been, but that was what they had agreed upon. They needed to focus, be on their best without the distraction that they brought to each other. But it was better than the weeks they had spent apart, trying to act as if the other didn’t exist. They still sent each other messages, updating with what was going on in their respective corners of the galaxy, chatting if they had a free moment but truth be told, those were rare to come by. It wasn’t much, and it left a craving for more, but it also gave a promise for what they could have when this was all over. Somehow, Talia knew they would come out of this stronger than they had been before, that Rex and she could build something new off the foundation they had. And it felt like the will of the Force was suddenly on their side, like something would finally move to end this war, to end all the pain that had been inflicted on the galaxy. But to Talia, it would be a new beginning.
Storm joined her, with two gin and tonics in hand, and slowly slid into the booth. They had come here together a few times one on one. Sometimes they said a lot, like in the early days of the war when they took time to learn more about each other in ways they couldn’t just by being in proximity commanding together. Other times, they sat in silence, too weighed down by exhaustion or grief to thread words together. Storm had even confided some of his personal life to Talia, some nice stories about a handsome Pantoran man he would see sometimes on shore leave. Talia had never been able to divulge the same level of information – until today.
“Everything alright, General?” Storm asked as he watched Talia staring thoughtfully across the table, her mind distracted as she tried to ignore the apprehensive twist of her gut.
“Everything’s fine,” Talia said in a half truth. “And how many times do I have to tell you, when I’m here you can call me Talia.”
“Just as many times as I’ll have to remind you: as long as you’re my general, that’s what I’ll call you,” he said as simply as always.
Talia’s gut twisted further, “That’s actually why I wanted to come here today.”
Storm nodded but didn’t probe. Storm wasn’t the type to pry or push people beyond what they were ready to talk about. But he could always tell when someone needed to talk or would be there if they asked. Talia took a sip of her drink and took a deep breath before addressing what she invited him here to say.
“I’m going to be leaving the Jedi Order,” Talia blurted out, a bit more bluntly than she would have liked, but it felt easier to expel the news rather than to linger on it. “This campaign was my last with the 412th, unless something goes wrong with Grievous on Utapau and we still have a war to fight, but I don’t see that happening; all the signs are saying this is about to end.”
Storm’s face was unreadable, but he nodded. “Does the Council know? Does Master Plo know?”
Talia’s gut twisted again at the mention of Plo’s name, in all her thoughts of how this would go, she still had a hard time picturing how her master’s master would react to her defecting from The Order. “I wanted you to know first, I felt like I owed you that after all we’ve been through together.”
Storm nodded once again, but this time, his demeanor shifted. He seemed less tense, like the meaning behind Talia’s words struck a chord with him in a sentimental way. There was also a flicker of mourning in him, or maybe it was just the echoes of Talia’s own feelings for him – how she would miss working with him. Storm settled back in the booth, his eyes meeting Talia’s again as the curve of a rare, teasing smile toyed on his lips.
“Does this have anything to do with a certain blond captain of the 501st?”
Talia’s jaw dropped as her cheeks burned – there was no way… ”How long have you known?”
“Had my suspicions for a while; I knew you had a crush on him,” Storm teased as Talia sat mortified. “And it was obvious he had a soft spot for you. Then I saw him sneak into your tent on Turia, and that confirmed it.”
Talia shook her head in disbelief, “But you never said anything-“
“What would I say? It’s not my business what you do in your personal life,” Storm said simply. “I figured if you wanted to tell me, you would. Which is what you’re doing now. So I assume I’m right then, you’re leaving the Order for him?”
“Yes, well, partially,” Talia admitted. “The truth is, the path of the Jedi isn’t one I see myself walking anymore. At least, not in the confines of the Order. I want more, I need more from my life. And Rex gives me that.”
“What will you do? Without the Order?” Storm asked.
“I don’t know,” Talia answered, and for once those three words weren’t laced with fear or anxiety. They felt oddly freeing. “There’s so much out there. I could go to school, I could volunteer with shelters like the one we found on Turia. I could visit planets without having to fight a war on them. Hells, I could get a job here at 79’s if I felt like it. I could also just do nothing for a while. I’m not sure what I’ll wind up doing, but I feel like that’s a good thing.”
That seemed to be all Storm needed to hear, because he softly smiled at her in that reassuring way. “Then I’m happy for you, even if I’ll miss working with you, General.”
“I just said I’m leaving – you can say my name!” Talia laughed. Storm only shook his head.
“Technically you haven’t told the Council, so you haven’t relieved yourself of duty. Therefore, you’re still my General.” Storm took a sip of his drink, his eyes flashing as he teased.
“You have to be so literal?” Talia rolled her eyes but still giggled.
“Rex knows if he ever hurts you, he’s a dead man, right?” Storm said seriously, though a crack of a smirk lingered on his lips as he continued, “Though I guess I should give you a similar threat since he is my brother.”
“I can bet a few members of the 501st will beat you to it, maybe even Commander Cody,” Talia shrugged, earning a chuckle from Storm.
The doors to 79’s slid open, and a group of shock troopers marched in, heavily armed. Talia frowned; she didn’t recognize the patterns on their armor as being any of the Corrie Guard members she knew. She glanced a curious glance at Storm, and saw her look of inquisitiveness mirrored in his face.
She began to ask him what he thought was going on, when a sharp pain pierced her head.
It was an ache that seemed to shake her entire body, drenching her in a cold sweat. Images flashed in her mind of barrages of blaster fire, flashes of clone armor, piercing blue lightning, a Jedi fighter falling from the sky, and a menacing laughter mixed with cries of pain. She couldn’t focus on any of it, feeling too much and nothing all at once. She was vaguely aware of Storm attempting to check on her, his voice muffled by the others that echoed in her head crying out. A comm was going off, its shrill beep adding to the pain in her head. Every hair on her body stood on end, she was overwhelmed by the cold that had seeped into her, chilling her straight to the bone. She couldn’t make out anything, her visions were too blurred, but through all the chaos she could tell something was horribly wrong.She had to push through it, numb the visions and try and warn Storm that something had happened, even though she couldn’t make sense of it. Catching her breath, she looked up to Storm to explain what she had felt.
All she saw was his blaster pointed at her.
It was a beautiful night on Naboo, with the stars shining brightly over the navy sky. The full moon cast a glow over the gorge their spaceship was hidden in, its light reflecting over the river as it flowed through. Rex could see the outline of the palace in the distance, illuminated by lights in its windows and balconies, a symbol of the culture and beauty of the planet. It didn’t seem right that a place of such beauty was the setting for such mourning.
Everything seemed to be in a haze still. Rex couldn’t easily place how much time had passed in Galactic Standard time since the Order. Nothing felt real as he tried to process all that had happened, all that had changed. He never would have thought it possible that the Republic would fall, yet it happened in a matter of minutes with work completed by his own men. He still had blood and dirt caked on his armor from burying his brothers on the moon. He still winced when he moved from the shots that had hit him in his escape, his head still ached in the spot his chip had been removed. The chip that had been a part of him since he was created, the one Fives had discovered, exposed and tried to warn them about but instead was shot over. He had tried to look into it more after Fives died, but he could accomplish little without arousing suspicion. He knew Kix had his own questions too, then Kix disappeared. Rex should have questioned that more too, but he was too numb, too in denial over losing another brother. The idea of it all being connected was too much. Now he cursed himself for his own idiocy, seeing what should have been obvious. If Rex had pushed harder, if he had fought alongside Fives or continued the search after his death, would that have been enough to prevent this madness?
After their escape, finding out news while evading any attention had proved difficult. They knew the fighter they had would be flagged at any Imperial controlled port, but they needed fuel and to confirm how widespread the Order was. Ahsoka had held on to some small semblance of hope that it wasn’t as bad as she feared, but Rex knew better than to hope. He knew what it was like, to lose control of his mind and identity at a simple phrase. He saw how it instantly changed the brothers he was with and he knew there was no chance any clone could fight it. Once they had finally landed on some asteroid fueling station, the news was so much worse than they had feared.
Rex had never seen Ahsoka so broken as she was when they saw the news about Senator Amidala’s death. Ahsoka had been muted when they were burying the dead from the Venator, devoid of emotion in a stoicness that fit what Rex knew of the Jedi and how they dealt with grief. But when the report about Padmé played, it seemed to break the thread that had been holding Ahsoka together. She burst into tears, a wracking sob shaking her entire body, and Rex knew it was more than just from her closeness with the Senator, for he knew that if Padmé didn’t survive, that meant Anakin was gone too.
The final blow was the news broadcast they caught of the Jedi Temple, with smoke billowing from its great towers as the reports broke about the Jedi’s treason. Ahsoka had to watch her old home burn, and Rex watched in muted terror, keeping himself together so it wouldn’t be worse for the kid, but the only thing on his mind was Talia and praying to things he didn’t believe in that she had somehow made it out.
When Ahsoka asked if they could go to Naboo so she could see Padme’s funeral procession, he couldn’t find it in his heart to tell her no, even if every bit of reason in him was screaming that it could only be a bad choice. He cursed himself even more for letting her go alone, but as a clone he couldn’t blend in. So instead, he kept watch, left alone with his own thoughts as he tried to avoid glancing back up at the palace too often, because it reminded him of a night a lifetime ago, and the woman he met there.
Half the reason Rex was in such a haze was because his thoughts were filled with Talia. When he had been under control of the chip, he had not been Rex anymore - he was CT-7567. But there had been a small portion of his sense that tried to force its way through, a dull nagging in his head. He couldn’t make it out, it was like a rustle in the wind on the back of his mind. Through the haze of trying to accomplish his mission, to follow the order to execute the Jedi, images of Talia kept entering his mind. The second he woke up after Ahsoka had removed his chip, and he realized the implications of what had happened, those images were brought to the forefront as he feared for Talia. But he couldn’t dwell on it then, he had to focus on surviving. But she was in the back of his mind the whole time, that fear plaguing him whether she was fighting in the same way he was that very moment. Or had it been quick, had she not even noticed before anything happened?
No, he couldn’t think like that. Rex shoved those thoughts deep inside him, because if he dwelt on them too long then the air was too thick and he wouldn’t think of anything else. He would think of the images of the Temple burning, of the Emperor’s speech about how all Jedi would be hunted down, and he would think about how all the messages Rex had tried to send her had gone unanswered.
Ahsoka’s figure appeared out of the darkness, slowly walking back towards Rex and the ship. She didn’t say anything, and he wouldn’t probe her and ask about it. They had agreed it would be safer for the both of them if they separated soon, rather than risk attention by traveling together. Rex didn’t like thinking about the kid on her own in the Galaxy, but he already had plans in the works that he knew she didn’t want to be a part of and he didn’t blame her. She had fought enough. He had agreed to take her to Naboo, just to make sure she was OK on an Imperial controlled planet. He would drop her off after, but before he did, they had one more stop.
Waves crashing filled Rex’s ears, the thick smell of salt water lingering in his nose. It was hotter, more humid than when they had been here, something that would have been unbearable when they were stranded. In all honesty, at first it was hard to tell if this was the same island; Rex had charted the planet after they had been rescued, but its surface was littered with many similar atolls and sandbars that disappeared as they were covered by the tide. But as the fighter approached, Rex could see the shuttle still crashed on the shore, only in a further state of disrepair than what they had left.
Its durasteel floor creaked under Rex’s footsteps, the hull was weakened by rust and damaged from their original crash, plus the repeated bashing of waves. Barnacles and other traces of ocean life had left their mark in the shuttle, with a coat of sand and grime lingering over what was once a well-engineered shuttle in the Separatist army. Rex approached the cockpit, stopping as he examined the scorch marks still visible from when he had to cut the door open. The cockpit was in equal ruin to the rest of the shuttle, its controls long lifeless and stripped for the communicator they had made to call for help. He glanced at the wall where he and Talia had first kissed, where he had first lost control and plummeted headfirst into their reckless, beautiful, tragic love affair.
Rex exited the shuttle, trudging through the ankle-deep water back to shore. Ahsoka stood in the distance, giving Rex his moment. For what, he didn’t even know. He had avoided her gaze when they first arrived, and just like he didn’t probe her after the funeral, she asked no questions now. Rex supposed she had a feeling there was more to this visit than pure sentimentality, and he guessed a part of her had always known that his and Talia’s relationship went beyond a soldier and a general.
The beach held no signs of the camp they had set up, it had been washed away by weather and the sea, no memory of what had been. As Rex stood alone, he wondered if he was the only person left in the galaxy who this insignificant spot held any memory for.
As his vision fogged, he wondered why he had bothered to come here, as if he was expecting Talia to be waiting along the shoreline, ready to meet him like they had promised the last time they were together. But that was a promise for a different outcome, a different galaxy. He had hoped being here he could somehow feel her presence, and know she was out there, but he felt more blind than he ever had in his life. And the words ran through his thoughts, words he didn’t want to think but were becoming more and more real by the minute.
Was she gone? Was Talia dead?
He didn’t know whether to scream or cry. He kicked the sand at his feet, a fruitless attempt to get out the rage and frustration festering in him. He fell to his knees, eyes locked on the horizon as he watched the sea, swallowing thickly as he failed to hold in the tears that cascaded down his cheeks. He had done well, holding it all in through everything, but coming to the one place he associated so heavily with Talia, where the memory of her took over his mind, broke him. Half of him wanted to take on Palpatine himself, to seek revenge for Talia, his brothers and all the Jedi. But then another part of him wanted it all to be over, for his fighting to be done. He had done enough of it, and what good had come of it?
Rex wiped his face, and breathed in and out, placing his palm on the ground and clenching his fist around the sand. He had come all this way, for what? To be with the ghosts of his past, of Fives, Jesse and Talia, all whose deaths could have been prevented had he been a stronger man?
He reached into his belt, dug in the pocket of his pouch and pulled out the thin silver chain with the coin-like pendant, his thumb gliding over the raised bumps and lines etched into it. In his hand was the last thing left of her, the only tangible proof that she had been real. Rex considered burying it in the sand, the only memorial that she would get. But he couldn’t find the strength to let it go.
Should he wait? Spend the rest of his days on this beach, motionless as the galaxy spun on, just for the chance that she might arrive one day? Rex almost chuckled as he imagined how frustrated Talia would be at him if he did that, that she would roll her eyes and make a comment about his stubbornness. Then she would flash him that teasing smile, with that steely glint in her eye and say, “You can’t give up on me that easily, can you?”
The sound of the waves was rushing over him, a faint line of pink tinting the sky as the sun began to set. They had been so close to having it all, so close to finally starting a new life without the war and a hope for what they could really be without all the obstacles around them. Instead it was the end of everything. But as much as his muscles ached and urged him to rest and to grieve, that wasn’t in his nature. As Talia always liked to remind him, he was too stubborn for that.
Rex collected himself and pushed up from the ground, clasping the chain around his neck; now it wouldn’t matter if anyone saw him wearing it. Sitting in his grief wouldn’t bring back the brothers he had lost, but he could do something for those still out there. And Talia…the harshness of reality had already settled in his mind, but he had to still fight for her, had to believe she was out there. She had survived more hells than anyone should, but he knew she had more fight in her. If anyone could have made it out, it was her. That’s what Rex told himself as he approached the fighter. Rex still had some fight in him, and he would fight till the last breath to take back what the Empire had stolen from him.
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Author's note - so how much do you hate me lol.
I know what you're probably thinking - 'wtf iris where's the rest of it' 'how dare you'' 'WHAT ABOUT THE MAUL SUBPLOT??" and to which I say - all will be answered in time. But I really wanted to thank you - because anyone reading this note is someone I basically owe my life to. When I was a kid, I used to write little flipbook pages and had a mini dream of being an author one day. That dream got kicked out of me quickly just through my own insecurities because I would try and write in middle school and hated every word. Then during covid, I was binge watching the clone wars and rebels and reading fic and thought "hey, what the hell why don't I give this a shot" and the ideas of Talia and Rex were the first I had, even before I was publishing any other fics. I posted other ones as a test, just to see if anyone would even bother to read and I was always so lucky from the beginning to have such fantastic support. Some of you have been here from the beginning, some have joined along the way, and you've all been so patient and understanding as I've dealt with blocks. It's cliche but I could not have finished it without having y'all around. I've cried reading some of your comments, and have been so touched when some of you have messaged talking about how much you've connected with Talia. She's so personal to me, I really have a part of my soul in her and I was terrfiied that people would hate her but the responses to her have been so positive and I can't express how much that means to me. I also got so much more love for Storm than I was expecting (but I guess I shouldn't be surprised because who doesn't love a good clone captain) but I also am so sorry to y'all. I won't leave y'all hanging long, in fact things have been in the works for awhile (in fact I was more hyperfixated on those things and that's why finishing this felt so long).
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YAYYYY CANDY HEARTS :D could I request 💚 Puppy love with lee!Reader and ler!Korekiyo? Thank you!
AHHH LETS GOOO! I haven't written for Kiyo in FOREVER! This is a good day! I've gotcha covered, anon! :D
For those who don't know
Puppy Love- "Where are those giggles I love so much?"
“Mmph!”
Korekiyo blinked, turning to look at you as you pressed your hands over your tight lipped smile. “What is it?”
You couldn’t speak- not that you wanted to tell him. You could barely hold his eye without feeling choked, averting your gaze as another squeaking sound escaped your concealed lips.
“(Y/N)...” He leaned forward, worsening your state. “What are you laughing about?”
“Mmmph! Mmhmhmhmhm!” Your eyes were growing wet with mirthful tears- it was starting to hurt, holding it in.
Korekiyo raised a single brow. Then he grabbed your sides, tickling you.
“Ah! Ahahhahhahahah, Kiihihihihiyohoohhoohoho!” You shrieked in surprise, falling into his chest almost immediately as he wormed his fingers along your ribs. “Ahehahahaha, wahhahahahait!”
“Come now, where are those giggles I love so much?” He teased against your ear, voice warm as you thrashed and squirmed in his arms, making little to no efforts to get away. “You’re clearly in a giggly mood; why hold it in?”
“Ahehhahahahahahaha!” It was like popping the lid off a bottle. You didn’t fight the streams of mirth flooding out your lips as Korekiyo prodded all over, treating your torso like a piano. No matter which way you twisted or turned, his fingers never let up, leaving you breathless and happy.
Eventually, when your titters started to break down with hiccups and your cheeks were bright and rosy, Korekiyo let you go. You gasped for air as you slumped against him, suddenly too tired to stand on your own. “Ahehe..hehehe…hehe…”
“Feel better?” He asked, a snicker worming its way into his voice as he squeezed you close. “What was so funny anyway?”
You paused, considering. Then you grinned, pulling out your phone and showing him none other than…
“...Kork?” He blinked, staring. His expression alone was enough to send you howling like a goon. “Tch…why am I not surprised?”
Send me a candy heart and I'll write a dabble for it!
#Candy Heart Valentine Event#chve2k24#tickle#tickle dabble#DRV3#korekiyo shinguji#danganronpa#reader insert#korekiyo x reader#I had to reference the meme I HAD TO!
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I mean of those three isn’t Kiyo the only one where it technically wasn’t even his fault? The other two did horrible things then were stripped of their memories of them, but then Kiyo was given fake memories to motivate two killings?
To note of the three he would be the most technically redeemable?
Actually Korekiyo is irredeemable because the way he killed Tenko was stupid like use the already bloody part of the seesaw to kill her idiot
But srs Kork is def redeemable but i don't think we should reject the fake memories since they're real to them. A good Korekiyo redemption is one that acknowledges he was a victim but also a serial killer. And killing the girls was his decision, like he remembered he was Genocider Jack and went '"I guess I'm doing this now"
But i mean Mukuro and Hajime were both masterminds and caused the trajedy (ik she died but Mukuro still prepared the killing game with Junko) so OBVIOUSLY Korekiyo is more redeemable
(Love all three of them, i attack them affectionately)
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Delik Sahibinin Kahramanlığı
Allah için samimiyet, amelin gizliliği, emre itaat konusunda bizlere ders mahiyetinde bir kıssa..
Müslümanlar, gazvelerden birinde bir kaleyi kuşattılar ve bu durum Müslümanlara ağır gelmeye başladı. Hristiyanlar tarafından atılanlar nedeniyle Müslümanlar yara aldılar. Bunun üzerine Müslümanların komutanı Mesleme b. Abdülmelik şöyle dedi:
─ Duvarda var olan delikten (bu, kale içinde bulunan pisliklerin ve atıkların atıldığı bir delik ya da kale duvarlarının altında su akan dar bir geçit) kim girebilir? Kim bunu yapar ve şehit olursa o, cenneti kazanır. Şayet şehit olmaz da kurtulursa kale kapısına gitsin ve kapıyı açsın.
Bunun üzerine yüzü maskeli bir adam ortaya çıkarak “Ben o delikten girebilirim!” dedi. Ardından o delikten girdi, tekbir getirdi ve savaştı. Müslümanlar onun sesini duydular. Adam, kale kapısına varıncaya kadar savaşmaya devam etti ve kapıyı açtı. Tekbir seslerini duyan Müslümanlar kapıya doğru yöneldiler, içeri girdiler ve ardından da kaleyi fethettiler. Böylelikle savaş bu adamın eliyle Müslümanlarca kazanılmış oldu. Ancak bu adamın kim olduğu bilinemedi. Fakat Mesleme ödüllendirmek için o adamın kim olduğunu öğrenmek istedi ve bu amaçla savaş sonrasında ordu içerisinde “Delik sahibi nerededir? Kimdir delikten giren?” diye sordu.
Ancak bu soruya cevap veren kimse olmadı. Bu çağrı defalarca tekrarlanmasına rağmen hiçbir kimse çıkmadı. Sonunda Mesleme şu çağrıyı yaptı:
─ Geldiği zaman yanıma alınması için kapımdaki adama emir verdim. Zira onun üzerinde benim hakkım vardır. Yani emre itaat hakkım vardır. Gece veya gündüz istediği bir vakitte yanına gelmesi için yemin verdi.
Bunun üzerine bir gece vakti kapıya bir adam gelerek emirle görüşmek için izin isteyince kapıda bulunan adam “Delikten giren adam sen misin?” dedi.
Adam “Onun hakkında bilgi vereceğim!” dedi. Ardından da Mesleme’nin yanına varınca ona:
─ Delikten giren adamın üç şartı var. Birincisi, Halife’ye göndereceğin mektuba onun ismini yazmayacaksın. İkincisi, onun kim olduğunu sormayacaksın. Üçüncüsü, onu bir işe emir olarak görevlendirmeyeceksin.
Bunun üzerine Mesleme “Tamam, söylediklerini kabul ediyorum!” deyince adam utanarak ve çekinerek “O delikten giren adam benim. Ey Mesleme, Allah’tan kork, beni sıkıntıya soktun! Beni sıkıntıya soktun!..” dedi. Ardından da hızlı bir şekilde uzaklaştı ve kim olduğu bilinmedi. Bunun üzerine Mesleme, kılmış olduğu her namazın ardından şöyle dua etti:
─ Allah’ım! Kıyamet günü, beni, delik sahibi olan adamla birlikte kıl!..
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The Hero of the Holekeeper
A story that serves as a lesson to us about sincerity for Allah, secrecy of deeds, and obedience to orders.
The Muslims besieged a fortress in one of the battles, and this situation began to weigh heavily on the Muslims. The Muslims were injured because of those thrown by the Christians. Thereupon, the commander of the Muslims, Maslama b. Abdulmalik said:
─ Who can enter through the hole in the wall (this is a hole in the castle where the dirt and waste is thrown, or a narrow passage with water flowing under the castle walls)? Whoever does this and becomes a martyr wins Paradise. If he is not a martyr but survives, let him go to the castle gate and open the gate.
Thereupon, a masked man appeared and said, “I can go through that hole!” said. Then he entered through that hole, uttered takbir and fought. Muslims heard his voice. The man continued to fight until he reached the castle gate and opened the gate. Hearing the sound of takbir, the Muslims headed towards the door, entered and then conquered the castle. Thus, the war was won by the Muslims at the hands of this man. However, it was not known who this man was. But Maslama wanted to know who that man was in order to reward him, and for this purpose, after the war in the army, "Where is the owner of the hole? Who is it that goes through the hole?” asked.
However, no one answered this question. Although this call was repeated many times, no one came out. Finally, Mesleme made the following call:
─ I ordered the man at my door to be taken with me when he arrived. Because I have a right over it. So I have the right to obey orders. He made an oath to come to her whenever he wanted, day or night.
Thereupon, a man came to the door at night and asked for permission to meet with the emir, and the man at the door said, "Are you the man who went through the hole?" said.
The man said, “I will tell you about him!” said. Then, when he reached Maslama, he said to him:
─ The man who goes through the hole has three conditions. First, you will not write his name in the letter you send to the Caliph. Second, you won't be asking who he is. Third, you will not assign him as an order to work.
Then Maslama said, “Okay, I accept what you say!” When he said that, the man shyly and timidly said, “I am the man who went through that hole. O Maslama, fear Allah, you have put me in trouble! You got me in trouble!..” He then quickly walked away and his identity is unknown. Thereupon, Maslama prayed as follows after each prayer he offered:
─ My God! On the Day of Resurrection, make me with the man who has a hole!..
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بطل مالك الحفرة
قصة تعطينا درسًا عن الإخلاص لله وسرية الأعمال وطاعة الأوامر.
حاصر المسلمون حصنًا في إحدى المعارك ، وبدأ هذا الوضع يلقي بثقله على المسلمين. أصيب المسلمون بسبب من رماهم النصارى. عندئذ أمر أمير المسلمين مسلمة ب. قال عبد الملك:
─ من يستطيع الدخول من خلال الفتحة الموجودة في الجدار (هذه حفرة في القلعة حيث يتم إلقاء الأوساخ والفضلات ، أو ممر ضيق تتدفق المياه تحت أسوار القلعة)؟ ومن فعل هذا واستشهد يربح الجنة. إذا لم يكن شهيدًا لكنه نجا ، دعه يذهب إلى بوابة القلعة ويفتح البوابة.
عندئذ ، ظهر رجل ملثم وقال ، "يمكنني المرور عبر تلك الحفرة!" قال. ثم دخل من تلك الحفرة ، وكبر وحارب. سمع المسلمون صوته. استمر الرجل في القتال حتى وصل إلى بوابة القلعة وفتح البوابة. عند سماع صوت التكبير اتجه المسلمون نحو الباب ودخلوا القلعة ثم فتحوها. وهكذا انتصر المسلمون في الحرب على يد هذا الرجل. ومع ذلك ، لم يكن معروفًا من هو هذا الرجل. لكن مسلمة أراد أن يعرف من هو ذلك الرجل لكي يكافئه ، ولهذا الغرض بعد الحرب في الجيش "أين صاحب الحفرة؟ من الذي يمر عبر الفتحة؟ " طلبت.
ومع ذلك ، لم يجب أحد على هذا السؤال. على الرغم من تكرار هذه المكالمة عدة مرات ، لم يخرج أحد. أخيرًا ، أجرى Mesleme الدعوة التالية:
أمرت بأخذ الرجل عند بابي معي عند وصوله. لأن لي الحق في ذلك. لذلك لدي الحق في إطاعة الأوامر. أقسم أن يأتي إليها متى شاء نهارا أو ليلا.
عندها جاء رجل إلى الباب ليلاً وطلب الإذن للقاء الأمير ، فقال الرجل عند الباب: "هل أنت الرجل الذي دخل الحفرة؟" قال.
قال الرجل: سأخبرك عنه! قال. ثم لما بلغ مسلمة قال له:
الرجل الذي يمر عبر الحفرة له ثلاثة شروط. أولاً ، لن تكتب اسمه في الرسالة التي ترسلها إلى الخليفة. ثانيًا ، لن تسأل من هو. ثالثًا ، لن تقوم بتعيينه كأمر للعمل.
ثم قال مسلمة ، "حسنًا ، أنا أقبل ما تقوله!" عندما قال ذلك ، قال الرجل بخجل وخجول ، "أنا الرجل الذي دخل تلك الحفرة. يا مسلمة ، اتق الله ، لقد أوقعتني في مأزق! لقد أوقعتني في مشكلة! .. " ثم غادر بسرعة وهويته مجهولة. عندها صلى مسلم على النحو التالي بعد كل صلاة:
يا إلهي! يوم القيامة اجعلني مع الرجل الذي به حفرة! ..
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This can be for any clone because most are like this: boobs turn their brain off. Just flash your man and whatever he was saying is completely lost.
Oh absolutely YES. you figure the clones were surrounded by their almost exclusively male identifying brothers on Kamino for their entire upbringing. Sure they learn about women. But they have never seen or met any until they move to wherever their unit is stationed.
SO when they actually see women, especially ones they’re attracted to, for the first time out and about they’re probably so fucking star struck. And that never gets tiring to them. Ever. The female form is a dream to them.
Personally I like the idea of Gregor, who has a reputation of being so goddamn smooth and suave and funny, being absolutely stopped dead in his tracks by you….
Gregor and a few of his men are hanging out at their usual table at 79s. You’ve been seeing each other for months now. There’s no part of you he hasn’t seen by now. But you still love surprising him and getting the one up on your self-proclaimed suavest clone in the GAR boyfriend.
You had a bet going to see how long you could go without sex before one of you breaks. Whoever breaks the other first has to buy the whole squad drinks for a night. Gregor was insistent that he could easily joke his way into your pants in a single night.
But you? Oh there was no way in hell you were going to lose. And you knew exactly how you were going to do it. Gregor couldn’t resist any part of you physically. He just couldn’t. It’s like your body could stun him worse than any blaster could. So you made your plan and waited for just the right moment to strike.
He was joking and laughing at the table, telling a long story and entertaining a batch of shiny’s. You exchanged glances at each other every so often; you unbuttoning your shirt a little more every time he looked over and him flexing his biceps unnecessarily or running his hand through his slicked back dark hair. Which you did love.
But finally he’d been getting to the height of the story, knocking back a fresh bottle of Kork and really riling up all the boys around him. From your place behind the bar you saw your opportunity. Most of the other tables had gotten up to rush to talk to the newly arriving 212th.
You scanned around you, ensuring that no one was looking and waited for Gregor’s eyes to flick back toward you. You ran your fingers up underneath the hem of your shirt and smirked as you thought about how much he’s going to choke up when he realizes you don’t even have a bra on under here. Finally, his eyes pan over to you and you react.
You lift your shirt up over your bare chest and flash him with the set of breasts you were truly blessed with. He freezes in the middle of the punchline, eyes widened enough to allow you to see his pupils darkening from here. The beer he was about to take a sip of spills onto the booth table below him and the boys shout their annoyance at him. He grins sheepishly and his tongue practically lolls out of his mouth at the sight of you.
You smile and cover yourself as quick as you’d flashed him, turning your back to his table and fixing the rest of the drinks he was definitely going to be the one paying for.
Suddenly, an arm is snaking around your waist and your spun around to stare directly at a mischievous and hungry looking Gregor. He pulls your body into his and his eyes do a once over of the shirt you were wearing. His hands run along the hem just as yours did and he chuckles darkly.
“You win.” He mutters, fingertips slowly walking up your torso underneath your top.
“What was that? Couldn’t hear you.” You tease, running your hand over his uncovered bicep. He shook his head, turning on his heels and pulling you forward to follow him. “Where we going baby?”
“I said you win. Now let’s go somewhere more private. You’re gonna have to give me a better view of those two in that little show you put on earlier.” He laughed at his own innuendo and waited for you to curl your arms around his side like usual. “I’ve been told I’m good at uhhh appreciating art like that…”
You roll your eyes and follow after him. You love this absolute clown. Might as well give him what you both want anyways. Screw the bet.
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I love how the pictures always match the confessions. That one screenshot where it looks like Kor is staring at Kirk's ass is chef's kiss.😘
BWAHAH thank you. 🥰 I don't know if it's obvious but I usually take screenshots from the episodes myself, especially when I know which ones to look for, or if I remember a scene that might be compatible with the confession. Happy to serve. 💪
I considered another picture for the Kork confession, one where they are watching each other side by side, but... Yeah, this one is better, isn't it?
"By Kahless, the human has GLORY in his romp!" - Kor, probably, circa 3198.4 (2267)
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See You Again
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Rating: Safe, will be mature/explicit in later chapters. Please respect that this is an 18+ only blog.
Warnings: none
Notes: fem reader, second person pov, present tense, reader owns a bar and used to sing publicly
Word Count: 1061
(Not to be confused with kaminocasey’s story of the same name)
I’ve had a vague idea from this song for literally years but only recently had a specific enough idea to start working on it.
Recommended listening: See You Again- Elle King
F! Reader/ Gregor
You find someone lost, but may wind up losing him.
You push the back door of the bar open with your hip, since your hands are full with the evening trash bags. The chilly air of the desert at night feels heavenly on your sweaty brow. You lug the bags behind you for a few meters, then haphazardly toss each one into the waste unit at the end of the alleyway. You find deep satisfaction in the sound of breaking bottles, and pause to stretch your back for a moment. When you turn around to go back inside, you see a trail of garbage leading from the back door to the waste unit; one of the bags must have had a hole in it.
You think about just leaving it there to deal with when you return to open back up, then remember how snippy the landlord got last time you didn’t clean it up right away. You groan in aggravation, resigned to yet another chore you shouldn’t even be doing, but Mayr called out today, so you have to pick up the slack. Which you expect to do every now and then, it’s part of owning a business, but tonight was rough. Another fight broke out and you’d been hit on multiple times by a persistent creep, so you’re especially tired, which is why you’re irritated by the extra work.
You run back into the building and fetch a broom and dustpan to clean up the concrete path with, though it really won’t make much difference, the place is such a dump anyway. You start sweeping, and your mind wanders. Without being fully conscious of it, you sing a slow, soft song as you work.
“So won’t you stay, ‘til the morning, I’ve been frozen since that night you sang with me…”
The sound of approaching footsteps jerks you out of your tired haze and you immediately go silent, listening carefully for any other noises.
“Who’s there?” you say, assertive. A few seconds pass, but you get no reply. “I can hear you walking,” you continue, holding tightly to the broom handle and glancing around.
The footsteps approach again, coming from a gap between buildings a few doors down. You turn toward the sound, on edge. Whoever it is walks under one of the weak lights, and seems familiar. You watch them approach and keep your guard up, just in case they try something stupid.
“Sorry miss, I didn’t mean to spook you,” they say in a low, gravelly voice, coming to a stop a few yards away from you.
Now that you’ve heard them and can see better, you recognize one of your regulars. You don’t know his name but there’s no mistaking his tanned skin, wide nose, and dark eyes. He comes in nearly every night, probably after leaving work, gets a single Kork and sits quietly at the end of the bar, alone, occasionally telling off someone who won’t leave you alone, which you appreciate. He has an odd air about him of someone who is lost but hasn’t realized it yet, and a part of you feels for him. All of your interactions have been friendly enough so far, so you don’t have much reason to be suspicious, though you know better than to relax completely. Not that it matters, but he isn’t hard on the eyes either.
“Sure you didn’t. It’s totally normal to creep up on someone alone in the dark late at night like this,” you say sarcastically.
He cringes. “Yeah, I didn’t really think about that,” he says.
You continue sweeping, glancing up at him every few seconds to keep track of where he is. “Well? Why are you here? I saw you leave hours ago, and you should know when I close the bar by now,” you say. You’ve lightened your tone, but not by much.
“Oh, I do know, I just wasn’t expecting anyone else to be up this late,” he says, taking a cautious step closer.
“I’m almost always up this late, the work doesn’t end when I lock the front doors,” you say.
“Really? I’ve never seen you back here before,” he says, his interest piqued.
“Mayr called out today, so I’m having to do their job on top of my own, I’m not usually the one outside,” you say. You grab the dustpan and sweep everything into it before dumping it out on top of the trash bags.
“So,” you say, dusting your hands off, “do you usually skulk around here this late at night?”
He shakes his head. “I only walk around like this when I can’t sleep,” he says.
You gather up the broom and dustpan, and move to head back inside, but pause at the door, waiting to hear anything else he has to say. He shifts awkwardly on his feet for a moment.
“I, um, heard you singing,” he says.
You chuckle. “Had to find the dying tooka, huh?” you say.
He frowns at you. “That's not what it sounded like to me at all. You’re better than you give yourself credit for,” he says, almost stern with you.
You feel your cheeks heat up at the compliment, but you otherwise don’t know how to respond.
He keeps talking; “I know you have live music here every now and then, why haven’t you ever gone up?” he asks.
You chuckle, then sigh sadly. “I used to, back on Coruscant. But that was a long time ago, and there’s nobody here who would want to hear me,” you say, not meeting his eyes.
“I would,” he says, surprising you. You glance up at him and the expression on his face makes you think he didn’t mean to say that out loud. The seconds stretch out for far too long before he clears his throat. “Well, uh, you’ve got work to do, I won’t hold you up any longer, sorry,” he says, then turns back toward the main street.
He’s a few paces away when you call out to him. “Wait, what’s your name?” you ask.
He turns enough to look over his shoulder at you. “Gregor,” he says, a soft smile on his face. You feel something faintly stir in your chest, but ignore it and tell him your name. He repeats it back to you and nods.
“Goodnight, miss,” he says, and the next thing you know, he’s turned the corner and disappeared.
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Every Korekiyo healing fic relies on a ship and tbh I'm sick of that. Korekiyo has spent all of their life in the most horrificly abusive toxic relationship so why does everyone think that a healthy relationship would just magically cure them?
if anything jumping right into another relationship, even a healthy one, would be the worst thing for Korekiyo because at that point. Korekiyo has no identity of their own. That was stripped away from them. Everything they were revolved around their sister. They'd just make everything revolve around their partner and honestly act pretty similarly to Toko in obsessiveness to cope albeit they'd probably keep it a lot less noticable. It would still be very toxic for them because Korekiyo needs time on their own to find themself and they sure as hell won't do that if they are in a relationship at that stage.
If anything, the thing Korekiyo would need most is friends. Friends that they can trust and rely on. Shoulders to cry on. Someone to tell them that they made the right choice when the guilt is unbearable. The last thing Korekiyo would need is to be alone because being alone would destroy Korekiyo. It would make them fall right back into how they were right after Sister Shinguji died.
Honestly, it's a lot more interesting to me to follow around a Korekiyo who is still finding themselves and coping rather than have all that pain magically disappear because of true love or whatever. Would be a lot more interesting to see fics where Korekiyo falls for someone, only to be afraid to be in love because of the horrific things they did for love, even if that love was monstrous and toxic. Being unsure if they would literally do anything for love again. It's an emotionally devastating conflict because there is nothing Korekiyo wants more than to be in love with someone in the right way, but their insecurities and trauma are holding them back.
Sorry this is such a meandering post. I think about therapy!Kork a lot and it frustrates me that people just make that "I am no longer mentally ill" Kork instead. Korekiyo's whole character is so complex and fascinating and I hate to see people water it down because of Kodakas bad writing turning them off from exploring that side of them.
#korekiyo shinguji#cw // sister shinguji#really wish my writers block would go away cause i really want to write that fic where they leave sister shinguji on their own#or at least my Korekiyo/Toko/Komaru fic which would take place after it#so many ideas in my head i just cant write them to save my life
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Would Warrior Cats!Kork research the cultures of the other Clans, or would he be something like MLP Lyra and try to learn as much about humans as possible?
Warrior Cats Kork aka Vineweave is very much the storyteller in his clan and has many connections to the twoleg place to learn new stories, at times he even has gone off to other clans to learn about their stories. No one told him to do that or gave him permission to do that he just sometimes goes to the border and waits for a patrol to come by.
The clans tend to tolerate it, the death of his sister was a lot for the poor guy and he had a very public breakdown about it where it became very clear to every cat how badly she messed him up so unless theres a conflict going on most cats will indulge him at least a bit
He does have a lot of curiosity about twolegs though but he prefers to watch from afar and try to figure things out then get close
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h. heeeeey. i am leaning very suavely against the wall in a totally not cringefail way mmhmm wanna tell me about artemis? :3c /nf /vpos /i like ur guy /i am so obsessed with pirates it’s not even funny /please /ok that’s all goodbye <3
DKDKAKCNKAOEIUFKSKCIEIF IM FUCKING DYING IM GONNA- AGHHHH I LOVE YOU FOR ASKING ME ABOUT THEM OML
sosososososososis like like imma just spew some facts and stuff about them BUT IF YOU WANT MORE OR ANYHTING SPECIFIC PLS COME BACK YOU ARE SO WELCOME TO <333333
also quick lore stuff i’m sorry my brain is everywhere rn wksifjskfiei imma send what i sent to kork
artemis’ mother was the captain of a pirate crew so they grew up on the seas, always wanting to be like her. they were trained by their mother growing up and started even pilfering stuff with her when they got older, except shit went Wrong on one of their little conquests and his mother was executed. artie got blamed for it all by their shit father and was kicked out in a coastal village, where they were a little street rat for a while before being taken in by a group of little crime committers, one of which being this guy named Iven who artie was especially close with. Iven showed them love and affection and they were besties for like years before they fucked up on a very large heist, where iven got artie caught and sent to the big bad place for criminals, and when artemis was asked “hey wanna come play this silly little game” they said yes cuz prison L
okay that’s long now for some silly stuff
-artemis is loyal to a fault, they often cant see when someone they care about is tricking them and if they do they often let people get stuff off on them anyways
-artemis was often compared to a guard dog during their days living with Iven, since they defended him so fiercely, even when there was no real threat
-they were a very spunky kid who prolly would’ve bitten other kids in kindergarten
-they often don’t get much sleep because of recurring nightmares about the incidents with Iven and their mother, and because they have the feeling they may be attacked at night and they might need to defend themself, or the others
-they attach themself to those who show them any kindness, and their opinions of these people rarely ever change. you can very easily make an enemy out of them by showing distaste to someone they love
-artemis was, even with how they are, considered much softer then their other friends, before they were thrown out and after.
-lil man is SUPPOSED to be scottish but i can’t do an accent for shit
-artemis. loves. alliums. they used to wear a pin with an allium on it in their hair when they lived with Iven, something he gave them as a gift. they gift alliums to signify friendship or at least to say “we met and i liked you”
jeez i just realized how long this is i must look so odd rn- I HOPE YOU LIKED READING!!!
ps you wrote my lil guy better then i can actually play him
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OK BUT HEAR ME OUT
pregame cast. but the au is instead of Tsumugi writing their stories, they write their own stories before going into the game
like pregame Kaede gets her final revenge on the world by becoming a character who takes all their faith and trust and shatters it on the floor
In this au Rantaro did not write when he died, everyone knew except him
canon still happens it’s just that they’re all off script
Maki is the one who breaks script first. She makes up that talent, Ult Child Caregiver, rather than just suspiciously Kyouko in the corner
So like yeah Rantaro/Kaede and Ryoma dying is all as planned, but Maki’s protecting her lie so she doesn’t act where she’s supposed to. So then Kirumi is shoved in in place of that.
That saves Maki’s life for just a little longer. Now instead of Kaito being our ch3 killer, it ends up being Kork. Instead of Angie making it to ch4, it’s Himiko who survives.
Now everything’s messed up bc Shuichi’s character is no longer set to kill. They had random triggers set up in their memories to induce them, but that’s not working anymore, their characters are veering in wild and unexpected directions. Miu steps in to fill the role, but then Kokichi tips Gonta off and he body checks Miu into the victim slot.
Now Kokichi’s running the show and Tsumugi is living for it in ch4. A real life DR game she never thought she’d get to see.
And then ch5, and she’s suddenly so stressed as soon as Kokichi’s got his cards flipped over and laid out. Tsumugi triggers Maki to kill with the Flashback Light like she always was supposed to, and this time Maki does it. Kokichi was originally slotted to live, but Maki does the killing game equivalent of dangling him and Kaito on a thin branch cliffside and walking away without a word.
And then ch6. That glorious final trial. Tsumugi turns on the audition videos, except they’re not auditions.
They are Steven Universe style love letters to the surviving cast that is Supposed to be there. In place of Shuichi’s, Kokichi’s is played. Instead of Himiko’s, Angie’s is played. Instead of Keebo’s, Gonta’s is played. Instead of Maki’s, Miu’s is played.
They’re all styled like Steven Universe’s Rose Quartz video for Steven. Tsumugi plays Kaede’s video just because she wants to. And it ends:
“Every moment of you feel despair… that’s me. Loving being you.”
#thanks for listening to my ted talk#v3 spoilers#danganronpa au#pregame author au#I almost wanna write it but I won’t
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they need to make traumschiff surprise periode 2 where kork and spuck go to vulcanette for spuck's pon farr
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Maybe not quite your purview, but do you have any thoughts on lichen-based dyes like orchil? I got into the rabbithole when I was a wee textile hobbyist, but I was wondering if it’s a topic getting focus in more biology-focused circles
Ooo yes! An interesting topic! I am new to the lichen textile world, but I have OPINIONS. Most of which I got from reading Lichen Dyes: The New Source Book by Karen Diadick Casselman, which I highly recommend to anyone interested in lichen textile dyes.
tl;dr: I support salvage harvesting, where only lichens that are detached from the substrate, and/or are likely to be damaged/destroyed by human activity are collected and used for dying. This is difficult with the scarcity/longevity of lichens used for orchil and other purple dyes. But if you can find it, I think using them to dye textiles it is a great way to spread awareness of lichens and how incredible they are!
For those who don't know, orchil is one of many names for a purple dye derived from ammonia prepared lichens--mainly Roccella in the Mediterranean. Other purple producing lichens mainly used in northern Europe include Ochrolechia (aka cudbear, kork, or korkje) and Lasallia/Umbilicaria (aka orsallia). Purple dye itself dates back to neolithic times, and can also be made using the crushed bodies of marine gastropods (murex), and the crushed shells of arthropods (kermes). Purple dying likely originated in eastern or central Asia, and spread to Europe following the crusades. People have been using orchil for a long time, with the oldest recorded recipe for lichen-derived purple dye found on the Papyrus Graecus Holmiensis dating to the 3rd century AD Egypt. The recipe is written in Greek, which already speaks to it’s widespread use across cultures. And if you know anything about history, you might know that people went nuts for purple. Absolutely loved those purple textiles. They were used to signify wealth, rank, and royalty, since that purple color could only come from laborious and painstaking processes of collecting, grinding, and ammonia fixing of tiny mollusks, bugs, or lichens. Lichens were the least difficult of these organisms to collect, since they, you know, hold still, and don’t stink as bad as shellfish and bugs, so the use of lichens for purple dying really took off across Europe.
Roccella gracilis on wool yarn that has been dyed with orchil made from Lasallia pustulata. Image credit: Isabella Whitworth
As natural history often goes, lichens were largely over exploited for their use in purple dyes over the centuries (cough cough, industrial revolution I am looking at you). It doesn’t help that lichens (particularly the ones used to make purple) are extremely slow growing, impossible to cultivate on any sort of scale, and very sensitive to environmental change. We have records of huge populations of lichen completely obliterated by the large scale dying operations of 18th century, and this likely occurred long before that in other regions that we have a less robust history of. Due to habitat loss and continued human exploitation, Roccella lichens are imperiled in much of their costal habitat. So I don't personally think someone can ethically collect lichens for commercial dying.
But, I am a big fan of salvage lichen collection and dying! That's what I am working on currently, and have a large collection of lichens collected from trails, sidewalks, gutters, woodpiles, and public parks. I am very careful to only collect lichens I can ID as common and can actually use. This way my salvaging has little impact on the environment. IF you happen to live in an area where you can ethically salvage the right lichens for orchil, do it! It's a fun project, and it's a great way to introduce people to some lichens they may otherwise overlook. For example, when I was at Mont-Saint-Michel, they were cleaning the roccella lichens off the walls of the structure and they were piled up EVERYWHERE, and were destined for the bin. I was only able to collect a little, but if someone went into that situation prepared . . . I'd be purple with envy. These situations are few and far between for the purple-making lichens, but I have to believe they are out there.
Anyway, I have plans to share more of the info I have on lichen dyeing in the future. Keep an eye out! And happy crafting.
#lichen#lichens#lichenology#lichenologist#lichenized fungus#lichen asks#textiles#fiber arts#fiber crafts#dye#dyeing
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Korekiyo Doodles
Here are the Korekiyo doodles I've made up until now, these were made for my bff who really likes him (I am not a korekiyo artist, I like other characters more, but he's fairly cool)
I deleted all my posts due to purging my acc, so yes, you might've seen these before!
First one is heavily inspired of a fanart I've seen before, made by user UwU_4771 on twitter
this is a redraw of a screenshot my bff took in game
here's some WIPs I took during drawing it
free to use meme edit I did of that screenshot, as requested of my bff
super old sketch that I never showed anyone bc it is ugl, but it is kork
Then we have a aggie.io korekiyo I drew right here:
still proud of this <3
Catboy kork 1 and 2
they're both still cute asf, I love drawing catboys/girls ok
This storyboard I did of a AU of where kork is a fairy, never did anything with it, feel free to use it as an idea envoker or for a silly fanfic or something idk <3
then we have a very ugly made korekiyo but trans :)) I'm gonna redraw this but her hair will be shorter bc I love making my bff shit her pants with madness (she has a veeery huge preference for women with long hair) sorry jo...
made this for a fic my bff is writing, will link it here if she ever finishes it or uploads it if she allowes me to :))
then short haired autumn mood korekiyo with a cat he adopted, canon bc I say so.
And did another AU where korekiyo is a bit silly and goofy and stupid kinda and does weird stuff but everyone loves him all the same
left is small baby korekiyo and right is baby angie
say thank you to jojoba oil for making me draw korekiyo 387423 times bc if she wasn't gonna make me draw him I never would've LOL
again: I'm not a korekiyo fanartist and never will be unless it's for my friends, he's cool though :) still have some drawings planned for him, like two, and after that I'll draw kaede and angie 83748923 times
#danganronpa#danganronpa korekiyo#korekiyo#drv3 korekiyo#korekiyo shinguji#drv3#danganronpa v3#dr#fanart#drv3 fanart#helios22fanart
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