#fic: escape velocity

[bbygirl-obi]

Asking purely out of curiosity here, but did you read the Revenge of Sith novelisation?

Maybe I’m seeing things because I’m obsessed with that book (to a frankly insane degree), but your Anakin POV is giving off the same vibes and I absolutely adore EV already

thank you!! the answer is partially? i haven't read the book in its entirety bc i think it would make me too sad (lmao) but i HAVE formed an obsession over passages that i've found posted here to tumblr dot com. from what i've seen i really enjoy matthew stover's characterization and his writing style. maybe that's a bit narcissistic because i also tend to write things that are very character-heavy and very dramatic and use lots of commas and italics, but still!

and i did take the idea of anakin having a dragon (?) inside him from one passage i saw. i thought it was fitting that anakin would try to externalize or otherize the parts of himself he's most ashamed of, rather than acknowledging they're just as much a part of him as everything else is. i plan on echoing the "there is no dragon" passage at some point.... but sideways and to the left in a way that will hopefully still be new and interesting for y'all.

i'm also now using this as an excuse to compile all of the passages from the novelization that i've read and remembered hehe. in no particular order:

(via @obiwan-needs-a-hug)

(via @lummox-exe)

(via @currentlyonstandbi)

(via @whumpspacesw)

(via @goldendaffodilskenobi)

(via @myasphodelmeadow)

(via @dininginspace)

(via @lummox-exe)

(via @noweakergirl)

#ask #asks #answered #fic: escape velocity #fic: ev #escape velocity #ev #anakin skywalker #anakin #rots novelization #matthew stover #rots #revenge of the sith #star wars #sw #the clone wars #tcw #obi wan kenobi #obi-wan kenobi #obi wan #obi-wan #padme amidala #padme #padme naberrie #anakin and obi wan #anakin and obi-wan

[daisychainsandbowties]

alright @kchzndrvh​ because i love you, here is a short sneak peek of the halo!lilith au.

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lilith collapses on the edge of the bed, catching beatrice by her bandoleer of knives and drawing her down for a kiss.

it tastes of sulfur and iron and the bright ozone crackle of the halo’s lingering touch. there is no escaping it. these days lilith is radiation and cellular death, but beatrice’s lips are warm and astonishingly soft.

blood slides down her legs, pooling inside her boots, laddering like nail-marks in cheap tights, and lilith feels beatrice fall onto her knees, pressing both palms down onto lilith’s thighs, blood sticky on her fingers - and why not, when they are both all dressed up in it?

the halo in lilith’s body is no gentle death, and perhaps some part of it has soured inside of her because it does not protest, at all, as beatrice leans into her. she talks – and talks and talks – about how it is possible use a planet to slingshot an object into space. gravity assist, they call it, and it is what you do when you want to escape the solar system. 

when you want leave the light of the sun; to abandon all but the memory of warmth on your back, of fire living a breath above your spine.

lilith feels this way; catapulted by her mouth into a space she is too rotten to occupy.

inside of her the halo is a profanity. it is a weapon and she is not a reliquary but a sheathe, wrapped around it, watching it drag bodies up into the air. watching them ribbon apart to the tune of its shrill song. listening to flesh collapse underneath a pressure like the deepest ocean, fountaining outwards, sounding uncannily like beatrice’s recordings of rain, which she listens to through a single earphone, at night, so that lilith can hear the soft static in the silence of the safe house, or the hotel room, or the backseat of a car.

she is a halo-bearer in the way that a knife is a piece of metal. on a technicality. a half-truth with a sharp edge

watching, while blood rains around them, the whipcrack of beatrice’s body, blurred by all the moisture but still visible. always there. 

beatrice - marvel, menace - only hunching her shoulders against the mist that can be made of a human body. pushing her loose, wet hair out of her face. drawing another knife.

like it is nothing; like they are everything.

desperately, there, lilith thinks but does not say, does not dare to ask it aloud.

darling, have i made you terrible?

but she cannot think. she cannot cry caution or put her hands where they ought to go, because beatrice is slipping the tip of her tongue into lilith’s mouth. and it is better than prayer.

everything tastes red and they are both wretched, but there are fingers slipping into her hair. her scalp is slick and blood-greased, and the interruption of human hands sends trails of imperfectly dried blood down over her temples, around her ears. 

touch sends it sliding down the curve of her jaw, but for all that it is ghastly, for all that lilith wants to rip her mouth away because it is wrong – to be so wretched and so wanted – she cannot.

there is no hesitation in beatrice’s mouth. there is not the slightest flinch in her attention.

and so, willingly, wretchedly, lilith closes her eyes, trying to imagine that the blood in her mouth is all her own.

#my fic #halo!lilith au #bealil #y'all have to take collective responsibility because i was goaded into writing this #thank you kei for the post that made me wobble on my axis long enough to reach escape velocity with this #u are genius #anyway yeah it's like 4/5k written atm but it'll be multichapter because i love self-sabotage #so much blood

[angelfishofthelord]

ace destiel where dean and cas finally talk about their sexual trauma, dean for what happened in hell and cas for what happened here and they make explicit consent a huge part of their relationship even for non sexual intimacy can i hug you can i touch your back can i wash your hair can i take off my clothes and go to sleep next to you can i touch your cheek can i help you get dressed can i stay

#fine. maybe i WILL have to write the destiel sequel to the color of escape velocity #i was honestly thinking of this the whole time i wrote that fic #i was like and then they fall in gentle fractured hopeful love #my spn thoughts #ace cas #ace dean #mention of sa

[bas-writes]

In Fruit There Is Truth

Character: Sabo Reader: female (cis) CW: explicit NSFW content, second-hand embarrassment, porn with some plot, Devil Fruit shenanigans, mutual crush, love confession, glove kink, handjob, vaginal fingering & sex, spanking, biting, fingers in mouth, unprotected sex, dirty talk - lots of it (this boy has quite filthy mouth on him hehe) Word Count: 3981 Summary: No one was ready for this edition of Sabo's reckless idiocy. And especially not you, once confronted with the sudden outburst of unrestrained naughty honesty, caused by a very unfortunate meeting with a certain Devil Fruit. A/N: horribly late due to circumstances but better late than never: my entry for @onepiece-blorboexchange written for lovely @secretsnailor <3 wishing you all the best in the new year, hope this little gift was worth the wait :3 your prompts & choice of characters were so.good. that I struggled more choosing something than writing what I in the end chose lmao I wish I had time to write all 4 fics I figured out from them :c

Soldiers of your rank aren’t called directly to the supreme leader…well, usually. ‘Cause the orders you’ve received were definitive and clear: Dragon awaits you in the command headquarters, right now, preferably literally, drop everything and teleport, if you can—or at least spit your lungs out when running. Almost choking on the last piece of breakfast you managed to snatch before the call had ended, you indeed speed through the corridors, bumping into people on your way, lavishing elbow hits and chaotic apologies. You don’t even take time to catch your breath once you make it to the door—you just burst inside as you are, wheezing, hair and clothes messy, bent in half with stitches in both sides.

The view you find has…nothing to do with what you’ve expected.

The supreme leader is red. More: he’s beetroot red and looking so impossibly stupid you don’t recognize him at first. His eyes shoot at you for a split second and immediately wander far over you—something you would expect from a teenage boy in front of his first crush, not from a middle-aged serious man. Reflexively, you glance down, maybe a button or two has opened as you were running… But your ladies are hidden and cozy, there’s nothing inappropriate enough to embarrass anyone yet, a man of Dragon’s caliber. Even more confused, you run your gaze through the room, but besides you two there’s only Sabo, weirdly scrunched in his chair, face suspiciously blank, and twirling thumbs over his lap. In other circumstances your heart would beat faster—as it always does in the presence of this man, the leader of your unit, a good friend and, as for last few months, a raging crush—but now you try to catch his eyes only for any crumb of explanation.

He only stares at the opposite wall, dead inside.

“We have…” Dragon clears his throat, his eyes even more dead. “A delicate problem.”

If you were stressed before, now your anxiety levels have broken through the ceiling and are on a good way to reach the escape velocity.

Your mind is rushing through all you have done as lately, cold sweat running down your spine, even if a moment earlier the fine shirt you wore seemed thick like a woolen sweater. What on earth has happened to earn you a direct scolding from the supreme leader?

“Not you,” Dragon sighs. Your thoughts must have been written all over your face. “That idiot.”

He nods towards Sabo and cringes. You follow the move, your gaze finally meeting Sabo’s, you see his wide-famous cheeky grin blooming despite sheer panic in his eyes, and…

“Your tits look absolutely delicious when you’re heavy breathing like this.” He says, his face growing dead pale.

What the fuck?

Pain and shame in his eyes, Sabo opens mouth again, but Dragon smashes open hand on his lips—whatever was aimed for your ears, has turned into incoherent, muffled babbling.

“I’ll keep this short before he makes it even more awkward,” Dragon says through gritted teeth as he puts all might into not looking at you. “He made a hero out of himself and got right into a Devil Fruit attack. We don’t know what exactly it was, but apparently, he can’t lie anymore, and the more he tries to hide something, the more it spills out of this stupid mouth of his.”

Your lips form into a soundless oh, no words feel suitable for this…bizarre situation.

“It may last a few hours, might go for weeks as well. All we know is that you’re the only person able to make him shut up because, quoting, around you all he can think of is—”

He cuts, face not red anymore but purple, and makes a vague gesture towards your neckline. You clutch hands over it, suddenly feeling very, very naked and lewd, even if all you’re wearing is your casual outfit, now sweaty and messy on top of that.

Sabo mumbles something into Dragon’s palm. Dragon presses his mouth harder.

“Please.” His voice is soaked with desperation. “I beg you. Do something. Not—” He coughs into fist— ���literally what he says. I’m sorry he’s making you feel uncomfortable. But he’s going to reveal every.single.operation.plan. if we let him run free. You have my permission to mistreat him however you feel it’s right, just don’t shoot him…to death, you may even tie him—”

Sabo’s eyes flick from panicked to very interested.

“—Please, don’t tie him. Anyway. Just keep him away from anything that could make his brain cells click in a dangerous direction.”

No one, even Dragon himself, would blame you, if you said no. The whole mess is awkward and hysterical beyond your understanding, every trembling nerve of yours screams at you to run and hide—not because of fear, just embarrassment burns you alive. Who could possibly face…all of that, right in front of their boss? Who’d bolt from there even more gladly than you? This is ridiculous!

But there’s also that…curiosity. This little devil whispering your own naughty ideas right into the sphere of your mind willing to listen. Such an unambiguous opportunity doesn’t appear easily, even if the costs already burn you from inside—in a way, so far at least, having nothing to do with desire. No more silly games of cats and mice. No more cautious flirting between missions, sneaky stares and testing touches. No more moral dilemmas, and thorough plans, weighing pros and cons, and learning the subtleties of his language. No more second-guessing: oh, how tempting it is to pull on his tongue before the power—whatever it is—runs out, and Sabo can return to his cheeky, flirty, hard to read self.

You still have a lot of hesitations—but at least you’re sure the object of your longing and fantasies returns your interest enough to rail you once. And who knows what else…

“Yes, sir.” You click your heels. 

Dragon is so relieved he’s aged down twenty years just exhaling.

***

Easier said—and thought—than done.

You have been dreaming about this moment, Sabo sprawled on top of your bed is a common image from your fantasies, keeping you awake and heated just right during your sweet private time. But seeing it with your own eyes, additionally sprinkled with a kicked puppy look on his face, has you spiraling into so many directions at once you can just sit on a chair like a good girl, legs clenched close, and so tense you feel you might explode if only you move a little.

Overly confident, reckless, cocky Sabo often drives you insane. But this Sabo, who seems out of place, is even worse.

“Well, if it isn’t awkward,” he sighs, falling back into your pillows and rolling sleeves up. He has already loosened some buttons but hasn’t taken the gloves off. The view, naturally, has your insides churning with need—and your legs clenching even closer.

When the symptoms of weird power didn’t ease through a few hours—horribly embarrassing and filled with Sabo throwing dirty and cheesy thoughts and compliments as casually as if he talked about the weather—you’ve decided to share your room with him until he’s back to his usual self. He’s been banned from leaving, your comrades brought his clothes and utensils, as well as dinner for you two. Luckily, you have a rare luxury of your own bathroom—if you had to walk him to the toilet to keep him away from spilling every tea he ever tasted, you would surely implode.

Being spared of embarrassment—and shock, once you’ve got used to his…dirty antics—has opened a new door, pushing your own thoughts into one and only direction. As if Sabo’s single-tracked perverted brain rubbed on you with its all might. On one hand, you really…don’t mind it. There’s nothing new about wanting him, except his very real presence. There’s nothing new about your interest being reciprocated either, there’s always been chemistry between the two of you, some touches and trial tastes already happened… No promises were made, and no mile steps were done, but you’ve assigned your chances are pretty high.

But on the other—

“Believe me or not—weeell, now you’re kinda forced to believe it anyway—but this is not how I wanted it to go.” Sabo stutters, by sheer luck wording what’s swirling in your mind. “I should have at least started with something…slightly more platonic than drooling over your tits.”

You can’t help some laughter, “At least we have skipped the small talk. I ain’t mad, you know?”

No lies on your side as well. How could you be angry at this kicked ball of awkwardness? That’s, somehow, succeeding in stirring your interest in a quite…heated way?

He whines your name with a roll of eyes, then sits up, leaning towards you over comfortably spread legs. “Heeey, and here I’m doing my best to not come over as an idiot who thinks with his dick.”

“You don’t?”

A crack in his expression tells you words slip past his intent again, “I do. Who wouldn’t around you? One look at your boobs and my thoughts dance only about tearing your shirt open and— Arghhh, do you see where I’m getting with that?”

You nod with understanding. You’ve been seeing the past few last hours.

With a sigh of surrender, Sabo hides face in hands, gloved fingers threading through his fluffy golden locks, “Alright. My mouth is useless now. Hey, can you pass me my jacket?”

“You’re not planning on bolting, right?” You watch him with a suspicious smirk as you throw him his iconic coat.

“Oh, hush your pretty lips, mistress. I got something for ya.”

It takes him three tries to pull the right thing out of a pocket. With a triumphant “ha!” he shows you a frail package, something wrapped in brown paper, teared on the side and awkwardly pulled together with a cord.

“Impossibly expensive gift I’ve stolen from a shop for rich pigs,” he announces proudly—and for the first time today you’re not sure whether he’s having a slip of tongue again or is it his honest and planned take. “C’mon, don’t be shy.”

Under the ugly wrapping there's a surprising gem—fine, light and slick in touch. Delicate leather feels against your skin like fluffy down; you weigh it on the palm of your hand, so gently as it could fall apart at the slightest move. He flexed with his choice, that smug bastard, not only finding something practical, but also elegant, matching your taste in fashion and even suiting your skin tone.

Of course, someone dressing as good as Sabo knows what a good pair of gloves is.

“Even if you stole it—” Words don’t want to come out of you as smoothly as you want. “Sabo, I— I can’t accept it just like that.”

“Naaah, you can.” He snatches them out of your hands, already pulls on your wrist and forces you into a glove. The hold of his nimble yet insanely strong fingers is like an electric shock—every single time and especially now, under the weight of the spiral of horny confessions, proximity and his irresistible charm. Breath hitches in your chest, a flicker barely palpable yet reflected in his eyes, darkening with longing as they glance shamelessly into your cleavage.

Sabo is gentler with the other glove, be it your lack of resistance or the switch of atmosphere. You feel like a diamond adorned with the softest velvet under the ministrations of his fingers. His hands are huge, from so close, in comparison to yours, even bigger than you estimated. He cradles your gloved palms with ease, strong thumbs rubbing soft circles on their backs. You saw what he’s capable of, crushing bones like wafers and tearing stone like paper—but there’s no fear in you, just a sudden, uncontrollable urge to be touched more, carnally, truthfully to his sincere claims.

You’re not sure whether the gloves are that warm—or is it your own body heat skyrocketing under his touch.

“That was supposed to go with dinner or at least coffee.” An awkward blush ghosts on his cheeks, but his voice is already lowering in tone and volume, leaning into sensual whisper faster than your breathing grows. “With a letter and everything. But I’m just a horny idiot, and I want to fuck you as bad as I want to scream how much I love you.”

A loud thudding of your heart almost drowns his words. You’ve started to hold your breath as he was speaking, lack of oxygen growing prominent, but you still don’t dare to inhale. As if a draft of fresh air would destroy the moment. As if he would dissolve if you dared to breathe. 

“Please, don’t look at me like this,” he chuckles low, his pupils dilating as he leans to even your height. “You’re looking like a little, confused prey, and it’s awakening things in me I was not aware I have.”

Finally, you take a breath, shaking and lust-infused. “Goddammit, Sabo. You’re the most bold and charming horny bastard I have ever met.”

“I’m a man of many talents.” He grins. “And many desires. The things I wanna—”

“Well—” You quickly cut into another spree of horny confessions. “You love me. Seems I love you too. You said enough to push my imagination where it should go. And gave me pretty gloves. If you can’t stop yourself from adding more…we can as well just put your ideas into good use.”

A gloved hand rests on your chin, gently tilts it up.

“I love the way you do the math.”

***

“Mnhhh, your hands feel so good.”

He’s twitching between your fingers, heavy against your palm. His own hands secure you from behind, a handful of your curves in each, his gloves deliciously rough. Seated in his lap, in nothing but panties and open shirt, you pump him to your desire, not rushing anywhere, just lavishing yourself with his enthusiasm, with the weight of his gaze skimming from one love mark to another. 

You’re adorned with them, especially your breasts. He hasn’t left them alone since you abandoned your bra, barely peeling away to get a better look at your flushed face. He smirks, his eyes gleaming at you with lust and cockiness, as if testing how far you’ll push the both of you before you cave and let him take the lead.

“I wanna cum all over them. All over you. I wanna see you whole covered in my cum, your breasts, your face, everywhere.”

The Fruit hasn’t eased its power even for a second. Sabo lets words flow, they spill freely, ridiculous, dirty, moist and heavy with lust. You got used to this forced boldness, but you haven’t heard this timbre ever before, ghosting together with his breath over your sweaty skin. Like in trance, you squeeze him between your hands, your new gloves stained with precum and saliva. Exclusive leather, the highest quality, ruined with a whim of your bodies; he looks and feels excellent, so right, hard and burning-hot. On the verge of bursting under your fingers.

With a low groan, Sabo throws his head back, a rowdy, impish smirk flashes at you as he bucks between your palms, “You look so fucking good. So needy. C’mere.”

He tosses you up so easily, your weight meaningless for his insanely strong hands. Barely giving you time to grab his shoulders for balance he dives between your legs, gloved fingers harsh between your sensitive folds. But discomfort lasts only as much, the skill and sheer power take any unpleasant sensation away, immense pleasure quickly taking over your body and mind. For a split moment you wonder how many he treated before you to be this good, but he doesn’t leave you a second to delve into this thought.

“So wet for me,” he coos, his eyes growing even darked at the lewd, sloshing sounds, his fingers sliding into you with ease. “So fast? How badly do you want it?”

He guides you closer, hungry lips skim along your neck before they settle over your ear, words murmured between wet kisses and nibbles, “You want my cock, don’t you? Do you think you can take it? You’re so tight around my fingers…”

He scissors them, stretches you with stubborn precision, testing every inch of your slick walls for your reactions. Never before did you suspect fingers can feel that good, so strong and meticulous, as if he had control over every single nerve in them individually. You start clawing at his shoulders, delicate leather barely a barrier between him and your nails. The familiar feeling of pressure in your abdomen hurtles you towards the blessed snap, arches your back and hips for more. Sabo smirks against your ear, bites its shell as he curls fingers to reach a spot he’s been looking for.

And gods, if he didn’t have a good guess.

“I wanna hear you more.” He groans as you mewl helplessly, rutting hips against his hands to squeeze more of his fingers. “Tell me. Do you want to ride my cock? Do you want to cum on it?”

You would agree for anything to get more of him. Enthusiastically, you plead and beg, as if the Devil Fruit still keeping him in power started affecting you too. 

“Your cries are so sexy,” Sabo rasps, his hand clenching on your hip so hard you whine, not sure yourself if with pain or ecstasy. “Fuck, I want to push you on your knees, make you beg more for it. But you wouldn’t like it, hm, babe? You just want to get fucked, don’t you? You wanna cry on my cock?”

“Fuck, yes!” In desperation you thread through his locks and pull, his sharp hiss vibrating down your spine. “Sabo, please! I want more!”

“Oh, you will get more.”

So fast you barely notice the move he pulls fingers out of you, stable now grasp on your ass guides you to his cock and press down. Sharp inhale squeezes his name in your throat, he pushes deeper and deeper, in merciless chase to please your whims. He’s thick, filling you up so perfectly, as if you were made to take his cock and his cock only. In no time he doesn’t have to put any pressure, you bob on his length with hunger, no care for anything but chasing the need burning your insides.

“My oh my, you whine so loud someone will hear you.” He licks your juices off his glove, then presses a thumb to your lips, your taste still lingering on leather. “I should have choked you with my cock. But fingers will do, won’t they?”

No thought, just immediate response: you open for him before he words his order. His fingers muffle your cries just a little, if only riling you up even more as you eagerly suck and gnaw, your saliva dripping down your chin and his hand. 

His eyes become almost black as he watches you with wicked interest, letting you use him to get off—but still being the one in control, your selfishness being nothing but fulfilling his wish. He’s so frustratingly calm, all the last crumbles of prior embarrassment gone and replaced by confident, cocky smirk you know way too well. He knows he has you in his net, wrapped around his pinkie at this moment, the Devil Fruit affecting him only on his behalf.

“Ain’t ya a pretty, desperate, little thing?” Out of sudden, he slaps your ass, the echo louder than your surprised gagging as you bobbed your head forwards, taking his fingers much deeper. “Just look at you, so tight on my cock, so good for me…”

The next ones have you howling in pleasure, your hips immediately picking up a fast and steady rhythm. He reads your limits almost at the first try, soon adjusts, and strikes with such precision you squirm in immense pleasure. His other hand leaves your mouth, lets you sing for him as he reaches for your breast, kneading and pulling to his desire, fingers tracing the marks his lips and teeth left.

“Will you cum for me?” He grazes your nipple with a thumb. “Will you cry my name as you come?”

His hips, rather still until now, buck up, meet your rhythm half-way, force it to stutter and break, leaving you helpless against his whims. You lean against him, your legs giving up with the switch of the mood—but he doesn’t let your head bounce off the edge and die out. The thrusts into you freely, with perfect precision recreating the angle you chose and hurtling you towards you high so fast you lose yourself in sensation, your vision, hearing even, going blank.

“Fuuuck, sucking me in…” Holding you close, Sabo waits for your return, his words filthy, but hands surprisingly gentle, stroking your back in slow, calming moves. ”You wanna milk me for all I have, huh?”

“May—” You manage to choke out before you’re in motion again, suddenly in the air, swirling with his cock still buried in you. The bed whines under the weight of two bodies as he presses you, not so gently, into the mattress, your legs hooked up, the strain in your thighs almost unbearable.

At least, for once, he doesn’t have anything to say.

He gives you only a few seconds before pounding you back into haze. Seconds filled with his intense gaze, eyes full of lustful darkness, wet locks plastered to sweaty forehead, cheeks flushed with exertion and desire. Leather sinks into your skin, he spreads you open—and takes everything, no thoughts, no remorse, just stream of pleasure, tide sucking you in with such power you can’t think anymore.

In chaos of pleasure and sensation you feel his teeth again, clenching desperately on your throat. He groans something, no words, feral growl rather, maybe an attempt to shut what the Devil Fruit tries to drag out of him. If he could, he would tear you, that’s as much as you can be sure as you drown in another orgasm, marked with teeth and jaw as strong as his fingers.

And hell, you would let him.

Sabo chokes out a word—your name? —another desperate, overstimulated high of yours finally dragging him with you. At the last moment he pulls out of you and comes all over your stomach, soon slumping on your, your legs falling helplessly by his sides. 

A hot, sweaty and sticky mass—of both of you. 

“Did I…hurt you?” He eventually rasps out, concerned, gently tracing an especially nasty bite mark. “Shit, sorry… This must have hurt like bitch…”

You shake your head and show him a thumb up. You’re still unable to talk, but you don’t want him to bother himself with such details. You want to bask in bliss, aftercare and all the consequences can wait.

Sabo rolls on side with a satisfied groan, takes the gloves off and pulls you close, his fingers soon tracing aimless lines on your back. 

“It’s…the first time I touch you,” he muses with a little chuckle. “Bare hands, I mean. Wait. I wanna do this again. Without gloves.”

“Have mercy…” The offer sounds tempting, but the mere thought of straining your exhausted body more is already painful. “Can you at least wait until my legs stop shaking?”

“Sure. We can’t get out of here anyway. I don’t think I’ll shut up about how good you felt on my cock.”

He peels your remaining clothes away, leaving the gloves for the end. He inspects them from close, equally proud and perverted grin beaming from his face. “But as soon as I can get out, I’m getting you a new pair of those.”

#op y/n secret santa #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #sabo x reader #sabo x you #sabo x y/n #one piece smut #sabo smut #bas writes #sabo #sinful #female reader

[kingfisherprince]

thanks @bluespring864 for the tag! i wonder ...

rules: list the first line of your last 10 (or however many you have) posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

snow globes (new york remix):

“So,” Jannik says, “will you tell me what we are here for now or I have to guess?”

The Last Long Year:

Everything is too fucking bright.

a habit of raising enemies:

Of course, Garp thinks, this is how it ends.

wild geese (heading home again):

Tadej doesn’t know how he finishes the stage.

the physics of falling leaves:

It's not that this was how they were from the start.

kings composing hallelujah:

Rui doesn’t remember when he started thinking of Sebastián as his king.

escape velocity

The first thing Yuki does — after the paperwork, that is, which was a lot less than he’d expected, but then the system is set up to allow for easier transfers mid-season — the first thing he does is to call his parents.

slow tigers

Looking back, Geraint should have noticed something was going on when his phone started blowing up with notifications.

Firefly Jars

End of July, there’s a kind of heat haze that sets in over the paddock.

your hand on my heart

Florian hasn’t seen the video.

okay so i definitely have a preference for short punchy openers haha occasionally i make them longer to establish character voice

most of tennis got tagged so, tagging @strigimorphaes @cavsthighs @mundanememory @fftifft @polkadotjersey and anyone else who wants to find their deep psychological first line habits

#a game of tag #fisherkings fic

[rainbowfic]

You can:

use either or both prompts as given

use either or both lists for prompts

use the name of either or both lists as a prompts

complete as many or few days as you want

write, draw, craft, or anything else!

There's no deadline and this is just for fun. I'll reblog this with links to the lists if you want to explore.

What's RainbowFic? We're a community of original fic writers on Dreamwidth using prompt lists named after colors (for a very VERY loose definition of color). Our lists range include song lyrics, quotes from books and tv, themed words, contrasts, and a whole lot more (we have over 400!)

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Day 1: Royal Purple #11 Further beyond / Iceberg #12 Snowman

Day 2: Lilac #25 Freesia / Opera Mauve #20 Curtain call

Day 3: Lavender's Blue #2 Mermaid / Periwinkle #14 Enamel heart pendant from a garage sale

Day 4: Caramel #8 Gummies / Vert #16 As the lord/lady asks

Day 5: Midnight #6 Furtive / Psychedelic Purple #15 I know I'll never be the same

Day 6: Lotus #19 Truthfulness / Ignition Yellow #10 There are some nights I wait for someone to save us

Day 7: Green Go #21 Rideshare / Gold #12 The only way not to think about money is to have a great deal of it

Day 8: City Street #4 Highway / Greenstick Fracture #9 I got the velocity and now all I need is the mass

Day 9: Paprika #8 We've got something kinda funny going on / Harvard Crimson #14 Library

Day 10: Danish Red #2 The Snow Queen / Amaranth #5 Stars

Day 11: Pull Me Over Red #1 Parking ticket / Daffodil #5 Flowers

Day 12: Fluorescent Pink #19 It doesn't matter who they are, I won't forgive anyone who tries to stand out more than me / Parrot Green #13 Call

Day 13: Crane White #18 Tell your daughters do not walk the streets alone tonight / Spirits of Saturn #15 Overgrowth

Day 14: Cherry #12 Grapes / Skylight #4 Smoking on the fire escape

Day 15: Calcite #4 Soft/Hard / Burgundy #2 Varietal

Day 16: Yellow Submarine #17 The long and winding road that leads to your door will never disappear / White Opal #2 Dream

Day 17: Tigers Eye #8 Eerie empty spaces / Moonlight #1 Liminal

Day 18: Baby Blue #4 Sling / Red Dress #5 You need to find a new solution, adaptation or retribution

Day 19: Gunmetal #14 Crossbow / English Violet #3 Since I cannot prove a lover, to entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain

Day 20: Heirloom Silver #2 Heirloom / Brown #5 Brown bagging

Day 21: Coomassie Blue #1 Repressor / Folly #14 Relax, I saw it on TV

Day 22: Fuzzy Wuzzy #3 Hugs /Alien Green #6 This is where you pucker up and kiss my ass

Day 23: Fawn #4 Cat / Grand Ink #20 With a mug of hot tea and some Vicodin in my bloodstream, I look up from my book to watch the bugs outside the windows

Day 24: Royal Blue #2 Queen / Spirit Purple #19 Screw the binary gender system

#advent calendar #rainbowfic original #prompts #pastels prompts #modeling clay prompt #oil prompts

[kkpwnall]

i want more st fics that talk about what it’s like to be an older teen / young adult in a small dead end nowhere town and just how fucking boring and demoralizing and self-policing it is.

everything closes stupid early. and it’s not like you have the extra cash to buy random extra food and drink anytime anyway. everyone is in each other’s business all the goddamn time. it’s not even a rumor mill it’s a goddamn rumor industrial complex. because your mom’s cousin saw you hanging out with her uncle’s grandkid in the parking lot of the grocery store after curfew and immediately called your mom “just to let her know.”

what i’m saying is not enough fics talk about the essential experience of just driving around with your friends, circling in and out of and around city limits, arguing who gets to pick the music, talking about everything and nothing. the deepest and shallowest conversations of your entire life.

because it’s the only place you can go and not be observed all the goddamn time. when everyone’s place is unavailable for hanging out because your friend’s parents are home and they hate the noise of having kids around, because your friend’s sibling is having a movie night or a sleepover and you’re not invited, because your friend’s parent isn’t safe for them to be around much less anyone else. and there’s no public spaces you can go to just hang out without getting the cops called on you for loitering.

there’s nothing else you can do and there’s nowhere else you can go. so all you get in the car, whoever has a car or can borrow a car. and just drive. windows down, music blaring, wind in your hair, belting along with the song, one arm out the window. uncontained and unrestrained and finally finally finally free. you can finally relax and be yourself and just be a fucking kid for a goddamn minute without having to look over your shoulder for whoever might be watching. there’s a possibility, a hope of something more, something bigger, just within your grasp. if only you could just reach out and touch the point where the pavement meets the horizon. like you might get just enough velocity to escape this town’s orbit and make it out alive some day.

fuck am i going to have to write this fic?

#fuck i’m going to have to write this fic #it’s going to be steddie #don’t you worry baby birds #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things fandom #stranger things fanfiction #fanfic #kk rants #writing #writeblr #writblr #diyc

[blood-injections]

Oooohohoho I just had an idea. Now, I have a burning hatred for Val Velocity and I despise the he’s secretly Party Poison theories because they make no sense and well. Because Val is an asshole and Party would never be, especially not to the girl. But I just had a thought and fuck, if I don’t want to write a fic around it now.

Anyway, what I’m about to say is usually against my personal doctrine, but I’ll make an exception for it this time: Val Velocity is Party Poison. But he doesn’t know it. Maybe he died when they saved the girl from bli ten years prior, maybe he didn’t. Maybe he came back to life, nobody knows. He sure doesn’t.

Not until the end, when the girl just liberated the city, when everyone’s spirits are free and Destroya is there and Val is staring blankly at the sky, at everything. But he doesn’t give the mask back to her. Maybe he still does, actually. But instead of what he said in the comic he turned to the girl with misty eyes and goes, “I’m sorry. I couldn’t- I couldn’t remember.”

The girl freed the city and in doing so, gave Val Velocity his- no, gave Party Poison their memories back.

Their past is to be determined, maybe BLi had them in their clutches before they either escaped or was released to the desert, where they figured a new life for themself, filling the blank slate they had emerged as. Maybe they escaped from the morgue, delirious and sporting a buzzcut, no remnant of bright red hair and no clue who they were. Maybe they lived in the city for a while, surviving through back alleys and shady deals before eventually reaching the desert, becoming a killjoy, no clue it was their second time doing so. But the whole while of figuring themselves out and trying to be sure of who they are with their weird past, he keeps hearing of these legends that sacrificed themselves for this little girl. These famous fabulous four that everyone looks up to even though they didn’t do that much in the end. Four lives for one, he never saw the purpose in it. He was raised on confusion and uncertainty and danger around every corner- he grew up scared and confused and angry. Then he met the girl, saw her with Party Poisons mask, and immediately disliked her. To Val Velocity, she was a brat. She couldn’t even fight, he wasn’t sure how she had survived this long. So he was rude to her, he took the mask of the killjoy that everyone in the zones either seemed to idolize or live in the burdening shadow of.

Then the fight came, a chance to seemingly end it. And he saw his chance to be a hero, an idol, and he took it. A chance to get people to pay attention to him, to maybe follow him, to have that shine of being important and seen that he was never quite sure why he craved so badly. He ‘stole Poison’s colour’ to do what in his opinion, Party Poison couldn’t- which is destroy BLI.

Then they got to the city and he unknowingly let Party Poison do that very thing. Party Poison and the rest of the fabulous four destroyed Better Living Industries ten years ago when they saved the girl. Then he remembers. He realizes that he’s Party Poison, that they were the one to get the girl out of Battery city and they remember why, because they knew that she could do all of this, that getting her out was the key to ending BLI, and so they died for it. A worthy cause.

But then they didn’t die for it. They couldn’t even remember but they still ended up completing that mission, following in their own footsteps. And one day Party Poison and the girl will look back on that ‘I’m stealing Poison’s colour and doing what he couldn’t’ moment and laugh at the sheer irony of it all.

And maybe the others are out there somewhere too. Jet Star and Kobra Kid and Fun Ghoul. Maybe they were also without their memories, living undercover as someone else that’s them but not quite either in the city or in the desert. Maybe they were under Better Livings control, stuck behind SCARECROW masks or monitors in some office building, no idea that they were once heroes. That they still are. or maybe not, maybe they really are dead. Maybe Party Poison was the sole survivor. Maybe the Phoenix Witch brought them back from the dead, took pity on Party Poison alone, or maybe returning one soul was the extent of her power. That’s up to you to decide.

Or me if I write something from this, I guess.

#holy shit I’m a fucking genius #my chemical romance #mcr #kobra kid #party poison #danger days #fun ghoul #jet star #the fab four #the fabulous four #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #mcr danger days #killjoys #ttlotfk #killjoy headcanons #danger days headcanons #the fabulous killjoys #killjoy headcanon #danger days the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #danger days fic #danger days fanfic #boomstick posting #corvidscrap #Pois Val velocity au

[skellymom]

Posted 10/31/23

Chapter 4-The Finale!

The BAD BATCH Mini Series HALLOWEEN Fan Fic

"The Tale of the Dathomir Witch

To read Chapter 3:

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/732696093237870592/the-bad-batch-mini-series-halloween-fan-fic?source=share

(Credit for awesome Halloween BB dividers goes to: stars-n-spice!)

Things go CRAZY while The Batch tries to end Darth Sidious! The tide will turn...and familiar faces show up!!!

SWEET REVENGE IS SERVED TO SIDIOUS IN THIS CHAPTER!!!!

All Ages HOWEVER there is some violence, so BEWARE my 13-17 year old readers!: Mentions of canon Star Wars Empire badness, crying, blood, cutting wound, villain using the Force to crush someone's heart, villain snapping a neck (bloodlessly) star wars swearing, the "S" swear word, and some supernatural revenge at the end of this tale!

Word count: 2.9K

“Start a Riot” by Beginners: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WRa9XSVrblI 

With no more troopers in their way, Hunter and Echo ran to the doors. Echo removed his mechanical hand, holstered it, and snapped in his scomp. He inserted it into the lock furiously trying to open the doors. Hunter slid his vibro knife into its sheath, drew his second weapon and trained both blasters on the hallway behind them. 

Imps rounded the corner and were picked off by Hunter’s blaster fire. The doors opened a few inches with Echo’s ministrations, then slammed shut again. A string of profanity left Echo’s lips and he sweated furiously while trying to concentrate on breaking through the locking mechanism. Hunter covered him with blaster fire, but it was getting more and more difficult to do so as more troopers rounded the corner. The doors opened briefly and slammed shut again. 

“DANK FERRIK! Hunter, they won’t stay open long enough. Next time they open wide enough, you go through QUICKLY. But ONLY when I say so!!!” Echo yelled through the blaster fire. 

“Noted!!!” Hunter replied. 

Echo concentrated, scomp rotating back and forth. The doors shook and slowly opened again. Echo could feel them fight his scomp to slam shut. He shoved his scomp in deeper to try to hold them open. 

“HUNTER, NOW!!!” 

Hunter pivoted quickly and dove through the opening. As the doors slammed shut behind him, he could hear Echo’s screams of agony as he was hit by multiple blaster bolts. 

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At that same instant Tech heard a voice inside his head. It was clearly NOT his own inner voice. “Leave NOW!” He stopped; eyes wide in total disbelief. 

“Wrecker, HOLD ON!” Tech fired up the Marauder, engaged the afterburner, and PUNCHED it out of Docking Bay 3. A squad of Imps screamed as they got caught in the ship's fiery exhaust. 

Wrecker barely had time to register as the Marauder lurched forward violently. His large frame slammed into the tail gunner’s steering wheel and sent multiple cannon fire shots into the floor of the bay as they ascended...then through the outer top of the ship as the Marauder exited. His face squished against the tail gunner windscreen while the force of the ship's velocity held him there, chest still pressed up against the firing mechanism. Wrecker watched as Docking Bay 3 collapsed onto itself and exploded. He hoped with everything in him that Hunter, Echo...and Crosshair would be safe. 

Several Imperial Tie Fighters followed in hot pursuit. Wrecker’s chest was still doing the firing while he tried to peel himself off the tail gun windscreen. Tech clearly had the Marauder on full throttle for this escape. 

“Wrecker, keep those Imperial fighters occupied! I’m putting in co-ordinates for the hyperspace jump!!!” 

“I’M TRYIN’!!! 

Tech gritted his teeth and tried NOT to think about leaving his brothers behind. His leg bounced manically while he punched in co-ordinates for the blue-green planet Old Daka had given. Then he loaded the scrambling signature to cover their tracks. 

“Wrecker!” 

“WHAAAAAAT!!!” He had FINALLY pulled himself off the windscreen. “What NOW???” 

“Jump in 3...2...1!!!” Tech warned. 

“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!” Wrecker slammed back into the windscreen as the Marauder made the jump successfully. 

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“Cold Blood” by Valen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LZozhNENHy4 

Hunter tucked and rolled into Darth Sidious’ room. He came up firing, felling several stormtroopers who awaited his entrance. He could see Sidious torturing Old Daka with Force Lightning. She looked much weaker than when she exited the Marauder, but still chanting in an ancient tongue. A rift in the air was starting to form behind her, as the lightning entered and exited her body into it.  

He looked sharp, dual wielding blasters, and aimed at anyone who dared advance. Hunter noticed Sidious had a huge number of troopers around him. And his lap dog Darth Vader at The Dark Lord’s Side.  Hunter was vastly outnumbered in that huge room with a side entrance so that reinforcements could file in as needed. They all had their blasters trained on him. Hunter also noticed small circular mirrors placed around the walls... 

...a lone blaster shot rang out. Hunter stood his ground and didn’t move a muscle. The laser bolt bounced around the room, killing a good number of Imps. 

Sidious stopped torturing Old Daka. He turned to see the troops entrusted to his defense struck down. With the Force he sensed and turned to face the source: Crosshair removing his helmet looking Darth Sidious right in the eye with an angry defiant scowl. 

A collective gasp came over the remaining stormtroopers in the room. They were all very aware of Crosshair’s allegiance to The Empire. To see him rebel shocked them, and shook some of them up. 

“I NEVER did care for YOUR kind.” Sidious hissed. “CLONES!” He spat. “Think your act of heroism will redeem you? Or save your brother?” He chuckled and grinned. Ruined teeth in a ruined head. 

Vader’s mind recalled old memories of long ago...serving with clones...serving with THESE clones...but there were others. Memories flooded back to him...somebody named Rex? There were the others...what were their names??? 

Crosshair aimed Firepuncher toward Sidious. He really didn’t think he had a chance at killing the Sith Lord, but at this point it was worth a try. What did he have to lose. Crosshair was willing to die with all the horrible things he had done after leaving The Batch. 

Unfortunately, Sidious wouldn’t let it go down that easily. When Cross pulled the trigger, Firepuncher didn’t discharge. Sidious laughed, then reached out and Force grabbed Hunter, slamming him into the wall and holding him there. 

“YOUR weakness is your HEART” He addressed Hunter. "Such an easy thing to destroy.” Hunter dropped his blasters and held his chest. Sidious slowly started crushing Hunter’s heart. He screamed in agony and kicked the wall furiously.  

Then Sidious addressed Crosshair. “Watch your brother die before your eyes, CLONE!” 

Horrible sounds were coming from Hunter as the Sith crushed him. Crosshair screamed and threw his ineffective rifle at Sidious. It was Force blocked and tossed aside. Then the Sith released Hunter letting him fall onto the ground in a heap. 

A stormtrooper doubled over, holding his stomach, and made retching noises inside his helmet. 

Crosshair ran to his brother, knelt and put Hunter’s head in his lap. 

Hunter barely managed to speak. “I’m...sorry...” 

Cross sassed back, but with utter grief on his face. “Hush Hunter.  There’s no need to apologize.”   

He searched Hunter’s glassy eyes. They stared far off somewhere he couldn’t see... 

“SPARE ME!” With utter disgust Darth Sidious reached out with the Force and snapped Crosshair’s neck. His dead body fell over his brother. Sidious then turned his attention back to torturing Old Daka again. 

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“Angels Among Demons” by Instrumental Core: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k3ecg2mahps 

Hunter and Crosshair laid there for a few moments. 

They both heard someone approaching. Calling their name.  Someone familiar. 

Cross rolled over and looked up.  Hunter stared past Cross’ shoulder. 

Jesse was standing there next to them, a huge smile on his face.  “Welcome, Vod!” 

“WHAT???”  Both Hunter and Crosshair exclaimed simultaneously.   

Hunter followed up “Didn’t you go down with The Tribunal right after Order 66???” 

Jesse inhaled sharply and rubbed the back of his neck “Well...about that...” 

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Old Daka grimaced with the onslaught of Force Lightning against her back.  The Transference Spell was wearing thin.  Instead of passing though her to open the veil, she was absorbing more of it.  The pain was unbearable, and she was growing weaker.  It was getting more difficult to pull open the veil wider.  She could see the fabric of time-space bulging, starting to separate at the seams, but it wasn’t enough. 

“I see you are succumbing to The Power of the Dark Side, Old Woman!”  Sidious leered with pleasure at her agony. 

“Hardly, you nasty worm!”  Daka shot back.  She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of admitting how painful this was.  “Old Daka’s still a STRONG Night Sister.” 

Sidious shot her with another round of Force Lightning.  Maker, she was going to need some help.  She fell to her hands and knees. 

Sidious howled with gleeful malice.  He rose from his throne and signaled to the remaining troopers to fall back and hold fire.  Vader stood in front of them, watching it all play out. 

Daka spied Hunter and Crosshair’s dead bodies several feet away.  She crawled slowly to them. 

“Tsk...look at you, reduced to crawling on your hands and knees.  You cannot escape my wrath, witch!”  Sidious slowly approached Old Daka relishing her helplessness. 

Daka reached out and yanked Hunter’s vibroblade from its sheath.  She glanced up to Sidious, who was now standing almost over her. 

“You dare think you can injure a powerful Sith such as I with that tiny weapon?  Give up, old woman, I clearly have the high ground.” 

Old Daka slowly stood with immense effort.  She looked Sidious right in the eye.  With the last of her strength, she traced the blade over the artery in her neck and across her heart.  The arterial spray hit Sidious across the face, but it didn’t dampen his terrifyingly hideous smile.  Rather, enhanced it, now highlighted in crimson red. Daka turned and managed to take one step away from her assailant. 

The stormtroopers, used to seeing clean cauterized deaths, gasped at the carnage and looked around at each other.  One took off his helmet and dropped it to the ground.  His young eyes wide and tearing up. 

“Come now...I cannot let you escape in death, can I?  At least not without me serving THE FINAL BLOW!”  

Vader stumbled backwards, bumping into the stormtrooper behind him.  The trooper, who was paying attention to the horrifying scene in front of him, squawked fearing Vader’s wrath.  The Dark Lord paid the trooper no mind, as this all felt...so wrong...SO, SO WRONG!  The Force tearing at his mind, dredging up painful memories. 

Sidious raised his hands and shot Daka with larger bolts of Force Lightening, lifting her off her feet and away like a rag doll.  Old Daka perished...but not before screaming out one last incantation and stabbing the bloodied enchanted vibroblade into the space-time rift. 

It ripped wide open as Old Daka fell dead upon the floor and...  

...Tup and Fives spilled out through The Veil.  The clones looked at Sidious, with bared teeth and clenched their fists in seething anger. 

Sidious stopped and looked upon them in horror.  He hadn’t anticipated the Night Witch to successfully cut open the veil between the living and the dead.  Of course, he hadn’t done his homework and plotted the thinnest day belonging to The Wheel of the Standard Cycle! 

Vader fell to his knees.  He didn’t think it possible. 

Sidious let loose a barrage of Force Lightening at the two clones.  It passed through them like nothing and split the hole even wider.  Hunter stepped out.  Crosshair followed.  Sidious’s eyes bugged from his head.  The stormtroopers turned tail and ran, pushing and trampling each other to get away from the ghosts coming back from the dead.   

Something broke in the young stormtrooper.  He raised his blaster screaming, tears streaming down his face and squeezed off several shots at Sidious.  Sidious, sensing this, raised his hand to strike the youth down... 

...and was Force blocked by Darth Vader...still on his knees.  The blaster shots hit Sidious in the arm, leg and his chair.  He went down screaming. 

“YOU INSOLENT SHITS!  YOU’LL ALL FEEL THE WRATH OF MY POWER!!!”  The pain, anger, hate...all the horrible dark evil intent on crushing anything in the way of his attainment of unlimited power was on full display. 

Echo stepped out of the veil.  He looked back into it motioning “ALL RIGHT EVERYONE! LET’S GO!!!” 

The veil burst wide:  Clones, Jedi, Younglings, Twi’lek, Nomaadi, Wookies, Mandalorian, Rebels, and many more who were causalities of the Empire and the machinations of Darth Sidious appeared.  They flooded through the veil and advanced on the now immobilized Dark Lord.  They passed by Vader and the young stormtrooper, filling the room, reaching out for Sidious.   

Sidious, still screaming full of fear and rage impotently struck out with his Force Lightening to its full potential.  It accomplished nothing.  Vader shielded himself and the trooper.  The horde of souls descended upon Sidious, reaching into his body, pulling free the ghost within the twisted man.  His physical shell fell over onto the floor, eyes rolled up into its head.  The screaming continued, but not from Sidious’ corporeal body.  His Force Ghost was passed along like some grisly postmortem spiritual crowd surfing.  Every hand that touched him pulled a little more power from him, rendering Sidious weak and even more dreadful looking than before. 

He was shoved into the opening of the veil where more hands awaited him.  The unholy screaming continued as he passed from the physical world to the spiritual one.  Souls carrying him to his eternal punishment. 

“The Gravity of Love” by Enigma: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MExoMS5uHnk&list=RDGMEMQ1dJ7wXfLlqCjwV0xfSNbA&index=5 

The room slowly emptied as the crowd stepped back into the veil.  Soon only Tup, Fives, Echo, Crosshair, and Hunter were left.  They turned and looked at Darth Vader and the stormtrooper by his side.  Vader cowered and the trooper stood in disbelief. 

“What about them?” Echo inquired 

“Oh...they have another path.” Fives winked. 

Tup added, “Yeah, no need to bother.” 

Jesse stuck his head out, “What’s taking you all so long?  Your brothers are waiting!” 

Fives grabbed Echo’s hand and took off into the rift.  Tup ran after them. 

Crosshair stepped into the rift and looked over the Hunter, “Coming?” 

“In a minute.” 

“Suit yourself, vod.” Cross inserted a ghost toothpick into his mouth and disappeared. 

Hunter stared at Vader and narrowed his eyes, “General Skywalker.”   

Vader looked up at Hunter, amazed the clone figured it out. 

Hunter leaned in close to Vader, almost touching his nose to his mask.  His voice deep.  “Lost two brothers and a sister to turn the tide on this Empire situation.  Whatever you do from here on out...MAKE IT RIGHT.  AND MAKE IT STICK!”   

Vader weakly nodded. 

Hunter gave him his most feral dad expression before stepping into the veil and vanishing. 

The room was quiet.  Vader still upon his knees. 

“Ani?” 

Vader looked up.  Padme Amidala stood next to the breach in the veil. 

“Padme???”  Vader’s voice softened. 

As she stepped toward him, Vader disconnected the life support seal on his helmet and opened it up. 

“Have you come to take me with you?”  Tears ran down his face. 

Padme stopped in front of Anakin “Oh Ani...no. It’s not your time yet.” 

Anakin's face fell and he sobbed.  “I’m so sorry...the things I did to you...to so many...” 

“You have a lot of work to do, Ani.  The galaxy needs help putting things right.  It will be difficult, but you are left with the power to change things for the better.” 

“They’ll hate me, Padme.  I tortured and killed people...destroyed so many homes, families...” 

“Ani, you won’t be alone.  Obi-Wan is still alive.  So is Ashoka Tano” 

Anakin’s eyes widened. 

“Yes, you will have to face the repercussions of your actions.  Other surviving Jedi: Yoda, Quinlan Vos, Shaak Ti will preside over your trial.  You’ll need to be strong, Ani.  Perhaps they will decide that your punishment will be to rebuild what was broken?” 

“Perhaps...I hope...” 

“Obi-Wan is expecting you.  On Tatooine.  He will help you...and help find our children.  Take good care of them for me, Ani?  Will you do that?” 

“Anything for you, Padme...I love you.”  More tears. 

“I love you too, Ani.” 

Padme looked up and addressed the young stormtrooper.  “Please help him get off this ship.  Make sure he gets to Tatooine safely.  You also have a bright future ahead...AFTER facing the consequences of your actions.”  

The stormtrooper nodded wide eyed. 

Padme walked to the opening in the veil and turned to them, “May the Force be with you both.” 

With that she was gone. 

Anakin closed his mask and engaged the life support seal.  He slowly rose to his feet, then turned to the young stormtrooper.  “What is your name?  How old are you?” 

The young stormtrooper was clearly terrified...and confused. 

“I’m Anakin Skywalker.  And I promise not to hurt you.” 

“Jebith...Jebith Freed.  Fourteen Standard Cycles old...sir.”  The age Ashoka Tano was when she joined as his padawan.  A child. 

“Well, Jebith, looks like we have a lot ahead of us.  Are you ready?” 

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“All Soul’s Night” by Loreena McKennitt: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RooTTuLCfNM 

“And... that is The Tale of The Dathomir Witch.” 

There was a hush from the group around the bonfire. 

“So that’s why we celebrate The Thin-Veil Time?” 

“Yes, Little One.  We Night Sisters lead The Parade and make Pilgrimage to the Memorial Garden to care for it.  Many all over the galaxy joined the Pilgrimage to leave offerings as thanks for freeing them.  As the galaxy healed from unrest and adjustment after Sidious’s absence, more arrived every year.” 

The child stared into the forest.  Plasma candles lit piles of gifts, flowers, and holo tributes arranged around graves with five helmets, each with names written across the top...and one missing a helmet. 

“On this night, we remind those that visit The Memorial: 

If you see The Keen Man 

He will lead away you from trouble 

If you see The Clever Man 

He will help solve your predicament 

If you see The Strong Man 

He will soothe your grief 

If you see The Unbroken Man 

He will open doors closed to you 

If you see The Eye Man 

He will remind you an outlook can change 

These are helper spirits 

If they seek you, trust in them 

For death is not terrifying, nor final 

Grandmother Daka blesses you this night 

May The Force Be With You” 

“Why are you crying?  Are you sad???” 

“No child, just remembering loved ones tonight.  They are tears of gratitude.” 

The full moon broke free from the dark inky clouds, to shine down upon The Memorial.  Six Force ghosts materialized, as if conjured into presence. 

“Thank you...I love you all.” 

“Happy Halloween, Gran-momma Omega.” chirped the littlest little one. 

“Happy Halloween, Love.” Omega cackled 

To my readers:

Blessed Samhain, Dias de los Muertos, and Happy Halloween! 

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[destieltaggedfic]

The Empty

Happy 3rd anniversary to the thing that sucked me back into reading destiel fanfic! In honour of that we've got a few fic about either getting Cas the heck outta there or Dean going there with him etc.

Orbital Velocity Around a Celestial Body – LeverDrift   Ao3

Set S15.  When they both get taken by the empty they are separated.  By the time Dean comes to and tracks down Cas, the angel is living a peaceful domestic life with dream Dean.  And when the chance come for them to escape Dean forces Cas to come with him despite the angel wanting to stay.  Once they’re back on earth Dean feels even worse because he knows he’ll never be as good for Cas as the dream version of himself.

Word Count: 27k                              Non-Graphic Sex

I'll go with you - Fandom_Stuff   Ao3

Set S15.  Unable to bear Cas being taken from him, Dean holds on and responds to Cas.  The Empty doesn’t react at all well to this

Word Count: 1k                                 No Sex

after the credits - one_more_offbeat_anthem   Ao3

Set 15x20 didn’t happen AU.  Trapped in The Empty replaying his memories, Cas has at least managed to make his environment look like a movie theatre.  Until Dean pops up and decides to show Cas some of his memories and convince Cas to come home with him.

Word Count: 2k                                 No Sex

fallin' angels, I've taught 'em by springawake

Set S15.  Sucked into the empty with Cas, Dean bargains with it to let Cas come back with him for the rest of his life, whether it’s a week or 50 years. 

Word Count: 8k                                 No Sex

neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain - Static_Saturn   Ao3

Set post S15.  Its neither heaven nor hell that Dean ends up in, and he’s happy for his afterlife to be curled up inside Cas’ trueform.

Word Count: 2k                                 No Sex

#destiel #fic recs #finale fixit #happy destiel day everyone!

[bbygirl-obi]

Escape Velocity Chapter 1

Hello! I've had some time to decompress after the behemoth that was Stormbreak and am ready to dig my teeth into a new fic. Introducing Escape Velocity, an Obikin Canon Divergence AU where Anakin and Obi-Wan are... honestly not that much more insane about each other than in canon but that's still pretty damn insane okay. Most of the fic will take place under the Empire, but we're starting off at the beginning of the prequels and will proceed from there.

In this first chapter, Anakin and Obi-Wan meet as they did for the first time in The Phantom Menace. Only Qui-Gon kind of forgets to reassure Anakin that Jedi Masters aren't slave masters and Jedi Padawans aren't slaves. Anakin interprets his first impressions of Obi-Wan accordingly, and gets surprisingly far along before anyone corrects him.

Hope you enjoy!

#fic: escape velocity #i know i'm sooooo original naming a star wars fic after a cosmological phenomenon #my physics professor would be proud #that's a joke bc i hate physics (it does not like me so i do not like it) #escape velocity #escape velocity chapter 1 #star wars #sw #anakin skywalker #anakin #obi-wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi #obikin #obi wan #obi-wan

[aziraphales-library]

hello ! this is quite a specific ask but do you know of any qpr Aziraphale/Crowley fics, preferably not human aus, that like,,, actually mention or explicitly acknowledge the qpr in fic instead of it just being in the tags ? bonus points if they actually say the word qpr but even smthg abt how theyre partners but not Like That would be lovely, or some discussion abt their relationship and how its different to the norm

again, i realize how specific this is but it would be so so nice to read something where the characters actually use the words for once instead of where it could be missed or misinterpreted if someone just didnt bother reading the tags

and ty for all the effort that goes into this blog its very appreciated <333

Hi! We actually have quite a few fics on our #queerplatonic and #aziraphhale & crowley tags. You might especially be interested in this post and this post, but definitely check the tags. Here are some more to add to the collection...

Moss on a Riverbed by cheerios_and_wine (T)

"Aziraphale," Aziraphale heard Crowley's voice, sounding as hungover as he'd ever been, coming from the hallway before he saw the demon enter the kitchen, "Did you fuck my date last night?"

Aro-spec Ineffable Spouses! They're gay married but also Crowley is definitely not a man (and Aziraphale's man-status is highly questionable) and they don't experience romance and attraction like humans do. This is the first in a series of little vignettes exploring Aziraphale and Crowley's relationships with humans alongside their own ineffable partnership.

Velocity by cyankelpie (G)

“Sorry. I should’ve checked with you first.” Crowley swallowed. “Won’t happen again. We’ll go as slow as you like.”

Another sick thud landed in Aziraphale’s stomach “I-I appreciate that,” he said carefully. “But I’m afraid it isn’t an issue of speed, Crowley. It’s…direction.”

(Aziraphale had known for a long time that Crowley loved him. He just never realized Crowley loved him like that.)

Do You Want to Kiss Me? by IneffableDoll (T)

“My dear,” Aziraphale says suddenly, “do you want to kiss me?”

no truer love by rattatatosk (G)

“I just... worry, that's all. That I'm... not enough. That this--” he waves a hand between the two of them-- “isn't enough. That you might want more, and I--” he grimaces. “I can't give it.”

Aziraphale can only stare at him blankly, hopelessly lost. “More?” he blurts, "What do you mean, more?"

Crowley flaps his free hand irritably. “You know. More. Long-walks-on-the-beach more. Candlelit dinners more. Down-on-one-knee-with-a-ring-and-a-box more. You know. Romance.”

(Crowley is anxious that he can't offer Aziraphale what he needs; Aziraphale reassures him that he's already got more than he could ever ask for.)

this is the sound of settling by localman (G)

Sometimes you've been with someone for so long that you forget about labels. The problem with that is that everyone else is so terribly preoccupied with them, and you can't seem to escape it.

Not Your Usual Cabin in the Woods by Supergeek21 (T)

Aziraphale and Crowley take a “relaxing” trip to the mountains and scare themselves silly

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #queerplatonic #queerplatonic aziraphale/crowley #qpr #aziraphale & crowley #mod d

[siffrins-wandering-omen]

doing a loop centric kinda angsty fic and i wanted y’all’s opinions on a title!!

#in stars and time

[spirkme915]

a list of the spirk fics i've read in the last few weeks and loved:

Breaking a Sweat by GhostofAsimov - emotional, heart-wrenching but soft, beautifully written

I [43M] wish to tell my friend [40M] that it’d be logical for us to get married. by Smile_Edgeworth - had me laughing out loud, too damn cute, short read

Heart in Tender Orbit by slightlycrunchy - had me SOBBING, so painful, so satisfying at the end

This Must Be the Place by gunstreet - alternate look at what happened post-amok time, mystery and intrigue, warm burn instead of slow, the explicit rating is EARNED

The Lotus Eaters by aldora89 - reread of this classic, always a rec, stellar world-building and relationship building, soooo interesting, double kudos for dealing head on with trauma

The Inevitability of Orbital Decay by fakinbrilliance and the sequel Achieving Escape Velocity by fakinbrilliance - these equally had me laughing then awwwww'ing, fun reads

#spirk #spirk fic recs #fic rec #some are tos #some are aos #i don't read rape or major character death #so all recs will be free of those! #well #no major character death that's FINAL #as in no hope for them coming back #i only know a few of the tumblr handles for these #if you know others please let me know #slightlycrunchy #gunstreet #your-name-is-jim #ghostofasimov #if anyone doesn't want their fics on a list let me know!

[udaberriwrites]

Fanfic end of the year asks

11. Fandom you enjoyed writing or the most this year

14. Fic you didn’t expect to write

24. Favorite fic you read this year

Thank you for the ask Bees! Ooh, these are good ones 😊

11.

I didn't expect to fall in love with Baldur's Gate as fast as I did... it just hit all the right buttons, narratively and mechanics-wise. Also the characters. THE CHARACTERS. The backstories. This is such a fun playground 🙈

14.

In the spirit of which, I did have vague plans to try my hand at higher ratings, and while I had dipped my toes on writing fic with darker or spicier undertones already, I certainly didn't expect to be capable of writing something like Wingless Bird or Escape Velocity.

I hope they'll forgive me for the direct shout-out but the truth is, those two fics would never have been written if I hadn't met @0nelittlebirdtoldme and @lena-hills , and if @mikaharuka hadn't cheered me on besides. I may not have always shown it as much as I should have, or not in the right way, but I deeply appreciate having met them and they have had more of an impact than they know on myself and my horizons as a fanfic writer.

I'm sorry for getting mushy on you 🙈

24.

There are so many, but if I may cheat a little, I'm going to use the chance to put the spotlight on two of my exchange gifts this year because they were so beautiful and emotional and LEAGUES better than anything I could have imagined when I made the prompts 💜

Principia Botanica by @verdet-cadet , a 4k Temeraire fic revolving around Tharkay contracting hanahaki, and a beautiful character study.

The physician shakes his head; one part sympathy, one part disapproval. It is a disease of poets and concubines. It is obvious what he thinks of a spy who would let himself die from something as ridiculous as unrequited love.

Punica Granatum by @aliatori, a 3.5k Hades fic dealing with Nyx's quiet heartbreak and silent promises after Persephone leaves the House of Hades. Just... breathtakingly lovely.

When Persephone fled the Underworld, she left Nyx three things: a broken heart, a garden full of dying flowers, and an impossible promise to keep.

#ask game #thanks for the ask!

[masweird]

Rules: List the First Line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Wasn't tagged, just happened to come across this. Feel free to participate, I'm not gonna tag specific people. Also these aren't in order of being worked on/posted, and many of them are in fact WIPs.

Mass Effect: Grissom Academy Dalliances (title not set)

Major (ret.) Kaidan Alenko didn’t think that a mid-life crisis was still a thing.

Mass Effect: Silver Coast Dalliances (posted on AO3)

“We can’t risk spooking him,” Shepard said, leaning forward on the table.

Mass Effect: Lessons (posted on AO3)

“Bye, cheerleader,” Jack said as Miranda entered the lift to leave the Engineering deck.

Mass Effect: Design Flaws (posted on AO3)

Grunt didn't know why Shepard brought Miranda Lawson with them on the Rite.

Escape Velocity: On The Edge of Nowhere

There was something about crawling through the service corridors of an old station that particularly irked Truck.

Escape Velocity: Savin's Paragons

The circuitry is fried, this chipset is literally melted, I can't just swap it out.

Escape Velocity: Ciel (title not set or thought of)

"I'll have you confirm the information we have on file," the male Dryadalian clerk said, his tone business-bored.

Escape Velocity: Zero Hour

Being an explosive ordnance disposal technician was not as glamorous as the job description had led one to believe.

Cyberpunk 2077/Mass Effect crossover: Ghost City

Panam's hands were grimy from the accumulated layers of filth that seemed to permeate all but the Corpo Plaza of Night City.

The Witcher: Blood of the Owl

He was, without any doubt, lost.

#fan fiction #stories #writing #creative writing #mass effect #escape velocity #cyberpunk 2077 #the witcher