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sesamestreep · 5 months

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number 50 for the rogue one crew!! knowing full well that i have a prompt of yours regarding that very crew wallowing away in my inbox .... humblest apologies

50. the hands of fate (from this list) a quick sequel to this. cross-posted to ao3 here happy more joy day 2024 🩵🤍💙

Baze spent a good twenty years of his life listening to Chirrut tell him that they couldn't leave Jedha, whenever the subject arose. Baze's arguments—that their fellow Guardians were gone, that their religion had been all but wiped out, that their holy city was overrun by the Empire, and that there was nothing left for them there—had never made much of an impression. Chirrut remained adamant that they needed to stay and when Baze asked him why, he only said the reason would become apparent in time. Baze, at least, had a lifetime of experience listening to Chirrut's vague proclamations to prevent him from getting too annoyed with this non-explanation. Being more in-tune with the machinations of the Force than Baze is, and being deeply beloved by him regardless, Chirrut can get away with such things.

He'd almost shouted at him on the ship as they narrowly escaped the destruction on Jedha. Had that been why they needed to remain? So they could watch their home, already stripped of its autonomy and its peace for so long, finally be annihilated before their very eyes? His eyes. Chirrut does not—cannot—watch. He hadn't been sure who, of the two of them, was the luckier in that moment. But they hadn't been alone then. They were surrounded by strangers and, while he wasn't above giving Chirrut a piece of his mind with an audience present, he hesitated to give these people on whom their lives now depended the impression they'd picked up two raving mad men in the desert. After that, everything else had happened too quickly for Baze to have the luxury of deep contemplation and the matter had been pushed aside in favor of following the captain, of helping Jyn, of keeping an eye on their pilot. Arguing with Chirrut would have to wait.

Baze is ashamed to say he doesn't put it together on Scarif, not even when they'd all nearly died. He doesn't put it together when they're back with the Rebellion, keeping vigil in the medbay as, one by one, their crew—Rogue One, Bodhi had called it—healed up and moved on. He doesn't put it together even as he watches with mild amusement as Jyn and Cassian grow closer and closer like two trees twisting around each other in the wild, becoming inseparable as he and Chirrut did long ago. He doesn't put it together when what he once thought of as a natural tremor disappears entirely from Bodhi's voice, replaced with a tone of gentle command, or when the frost melts entirely from Jyn's demeanor when she interacts with her partner's droid and he is so entirely shocked when that same droid delicately—delicately!—inquires about Jyn's bloodwork halfway through her pregnancy and listens sympathetically as she rants about the medical droids the Rebellion employs that he can be forgiven for not noticing it then either.

No, he only puts it together when he's sitting with Kitri in his lap and she wraps her whole fist around his pointer finger and refuses to let go. It's a random, seemingly insignificant moment for his heart to stop and the whole of his life to suddenly come into sharp and coherent focus, but he assumes no one really gets to choose these things or their timing for themselves.

Next to him, Chirrut makes an inquisitive noise, which probably means Baze stopped right in the middle of speaking.

"This is why we couldn't leave Jedha," Baze says, impressed that he's managing any words at all right now amidst what could most reasonably be called a life-changing revelation. "This is what we were waiting for, all that time. Them."

"Of course," Chirrut says, wiggling his fingers within capturing distance for the baby, much to her amusement, not seeming to understand or appreciate that Baze is going through something at the moment. "You mean to tell me you didn't know that?"

"You're telling me you did?"

"Not beforehand. I'm not psychic," Chirrut says, as if such a thing is entirely ludicrous to believe. As if that's not how it sometimes feels to Baze when Chirrut describes the way the Force moves around them all. "But the moment I spoke to Jyn, I knew. That's why we followed her and the captain! What did you think I was up to, if you didn't know until now?"

"I thought it was one of your strange whims, Chirrut."

"It's been years, you daft old man," Chirrut laughs.

"Yes, well..."

Chirrut shakes his head, amused. "You really will follow me anywhere, won't you?"

"Yes," Baze says, only vaguely embarrassed by the admission. "Don't act surprised."

Kit makes a noise of objection from her spot in his lap, the smallest foreshadow of an all-out cry, probably because she hasn’t successfully captured Chirrut’s hand with her own yet in this simple but frustrating game he’s initiated. Across the room, Baze sees Cassian, who has dark circles under his eyes again after many years of looking healthier and better rested (though these ones have appeared under happier circumstances), start to rise from his seat, ever watchful over his daughter’s moods and needs. Before he can get far, Baze sees Jyn put a hand gently on his forearm to arrest him and an entirely silent conversation happens between them in the brief eye contact that follows. He feels like he can read all of the beats of an argument and a counter argument and a surrender in the smallest lifting of eyebrows and lowering of lashes.

“We have help,” Jyn says, softly but firmly, as if they’ve spoken all of their concerns out loud so far.

“I know,” Cassian replies, and settles back in next to her. He briefly closes his eyes and rests his head on the back of his seat. Jyn doesn’t take her hand off his arm until he moves it to rest around her shoulders a moment later. Looking over to Baze, Cassian adds, “If you need me to take her, though—”

In the very same moment that Jyn reaches out to swat him for that, Kit screeches with laughter, having finally captured her other uncle’s hand and covered it in an unfathomable amount of drool in an incredibly short amount of time, and diverting Baze’s attention from her parents at last. Next to him, Chirrut smiles with a dangerous amount of pride.

“The Force moves delightedly around this one,” he says, surrendering to this injustice with good sportsmanship as always. “She would have made an excellent Guardian.”

Before the pain of that pronouncement can hit him, Baze hears Jyn speak up. “Good thing we picked up a couple of them in our travels back in the day,” she says, turning to Cassian. “Smart of us, wasn’t it?”

Cassian nods, not so successfully hiding a smile. “Wouldn’t want her squandering any of her potential,” he says. “You’ll have to keep an eye on this connection to the Force, Chirrut. Let us know if she needs any training…”

Chirrut lifts his head at that, looking like a hunting animal picking up a scent. The idea of it hadn’t occurred to him either, then, which makes Baze feel less stupid for not thinking of it himself. He’d grown so accustomed to think of the Guardians as gone and dead, like Jedha was, or at the very least nearly extinct. Kitri’s far too young to have the survival of an entire religion on her shoulders, but he and Chirrut can tell her the names of their teachers and elders and friends and their stories will survive for another generation. There are other children of the Rebellion, too. Their way of life need not die with them. It’s a heady, baffling new feeling, this untempered hope. They’ve been rationing it out carefully among them for years and to have his fill of it all at once is slightly overwhelming.

Chirrut’s expression would be closed off to anyone who hasn’t known him for fifty years, but Baze sees through its defenses quite easily. He sees the surprise and the awe and the barely guarded delight all there plainly. Chirrut turns his attention down to Kit, still chewing on his hand happily, and runs a palm over the sparse but silken hair on her head lovingly, and something heavy and ancient slots into place in Baze’s soul, the final piece of a long forgotten puzzle settling in where it belongs.

“Good to see there are some things in the galaxy that can still surprise you, old man,” Baze says, not sounding nearly as irreverent as he wishes to.

Kit laughs in the same moment Chirrut does, like she’s in on the joke somehow, like she’s been waiting for it. And who knows? Maybe she is. Maybe she has.

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lunarharp · 1 year

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lil extras for the free day

#witch hat tag #orufrey #orufreyweek2023 #gotta put these silly things here now 🤦‍♂️ cause the remaining prompt to catch up is not a happy one so it should go somewhere else..#didnt end up doing anything that pushed my limits after all..but that's ok. since i've felt pretty depressed lately this week was my treat #i def feel like i get less likes & RTs overall on twt recently even tho my followers increase. are ppl sick of my stuff ?? :')#but i myself feel pretty ok about my art atm...so i guess it's fine. my fics have never gotten the hits/kudos i've ever hoped for #so i've accepted that this is how it is for me. i see LOTS of ppl stress about that kinda stuff and i don't wanna be like that..#i'll just keep on keeping on. creating has been pretty satisfying lately when im NOT depressed abt other stuff #and i do get fulfilling comments <3

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eatingsomegreeneggos · 1 year

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Femslash February Day 11: Future - Bubbline

I don't know too much Adventure Time lore so I have no idea if they're actually able to age or not but I wanted to see them older really badly!

#femslash february #femslash february 2023 #my art #fanart #adventure time #bubbline #adventure time fanart #bubbline fanart #just a lil doodle this time..#its okay tho this is of course a very draining challenge and Im losing energy a bit #so doodles we accept! doodles we love! we welcome doodles with open arms!#by the way I referenced some design I found of a comic page #very much one I found out of context but oh well bear with me 😭 I only later on found that this prompt and ship were mybe not the best fit

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arachniids · 8 months

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Day 2 I think! No I don't know how to draw cats

#art #digital art #doodle #nevermore webtoon #nevermore week 2023 #nevermore eulalie #also ive been physically incapacitated all month im admitting defeat and accepting i cant draw every prompt

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fooltofancy · 2 months

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had the longest, most honest conversation about belief with my dad today and on the one hand god is it exhausting because they've gone to such an insane place christianitywise, but also? the fuckin growth this man has gone through just to be able to have that conversation is so. it's not comforting, but god is it something to be able to have that conversation period without shouting and tears and just. walking away from it so unfulfilled every time.

#also. also! he fucking apologized for a lot of past things that i had resigned myself to him never acknowledging outside of my mom #she's apologized for him so many times but she knows that doesnt count and we all just. accept that.#but he did it! without prompting!!!!!!!#like very openly and honestly and without any accusation #and then we talked about my brother and why it's harder for them to have these conversations and he LISTENED #idk im stuck between so exhausted and frustrated because their worldview is just. so heartbreaking!#and also so proud because this man has not been able to acknowledge anything for twenty five years of my life #and he's listening and he's trying and it's so important #.... it's also probably because he believes his kids are going to hell. lmao.#but u know what i'll take it.#like. he wasn't a good dad. he wasn't and he's known it but instead of curling in on himself like his mom did and faking it he's trying #it's too late for a lot of things but it doesn't matter less for that #NOW. if we could get past the belief that the world is ending in less than ten years. that'd be neat.

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u5an5 · 5 months

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A: But either way, I’m very happy that you’re here too, I guess. A: I don’t guess, I know. I never guess anything. I know everything, I do the math. Two plus two equals: you’re my friend. ... A: Just kidding, it’s four. B: Alright. A: I’m not gonna lie to you dude, it’s four.

#im stoping with sonic thing for a while #but fandub fixation is still strong #for now gonna post random quotes/dialogue #until dawn fandub #until dawn #snapcube #dialogue prompt #writting prompt #josh doesnt get enough attention and i wont accept this

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skinandscales-if · 1 year

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"it takes me seven days to stop being in love with you" + puck?

Atlas | Skye | Reese

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That day was sunny, so you and Puck visited the sea.

It was a little windy, but not enough to deter either of you, as you both found an isolated slice of the boardwalk and decided to walk down it for the day. Having this much free time was a rarity, and one you were determined to experience at its fullest. Puck wasn’t as busy anymore either, so the break was a breath of fresh air between the two of you. As the wind whips by, you swear you can see dark clouds out on the horizon.

“Looks like we got here just in time. Might rain.” You muse, pulling your jacket tighter to yourself. Puck hums in acknowledgment and peers skyward, catching the same view as they adjust their glasses.

“Hm. Looks likely.” Their features slowly turn mischievous, a glint in their eyes that you know well by now. You smile even before they speak. “If we have to take shelter, I’m not letting you under if there’s not enough room.”

You laugh, a surprised noise that is gutted in your throat. You elbow into their side a bit and stare at them in astonishment as they grin back at you.

“Where’d that come from? You’re already planning on abandoning me after all I did to plan today?” You chuckle, shaking your head at them dramatically as you heave out a loud sigh. “Wow. I see how it is.”

“Aw come on. You love me.” They snipe back, leaning in a little closer in just a way that makes their presence a bit overwhelming. They block most of the breeze this way, until you can really only focus on them and keeping one foot in front of the other. They don’t seem to notice your plight. Or maybe they do. Instead, they just give you a stunning smile, wrapping one arm around your middle. It’s hard to feel the contact through all the layers but you are still very aware of it. It’s warm and unbroken by your steps.

“Nah… I think I could break up with you easy, actually.” You deflect, rolling your eyes as you scoff at the quick return of their charm. Always the one to dial it up when they’re in trouble. And it’s difficult to ever really find them in trouble, so this attention is all the more appreciated. The bastard.

“Hm? Really? That easily?” They ask, straightening up a bit. You tense a bit as their arm moves away from your back a bit though they don’t remove it entirely. Puck is considering something, a look you know better than any of their others as they wrinkle their nose a bit and their head tilts just slightly enough to not be purposeful.

“It would take me seven days to stop being in love with you.”

“Huh?”

Puck looks back to you, now a bit more serious. Have they really considered this? Your chest tightens a bit before they clear it up.

“The seven stages of grief. I’d go through one each day.” They correct, giving you a slight nod. Your own mood has grown a bit more serious, a bit more solemn. They’re also very good at that. Keeping you grounded when you need to be. This seems like a strange time, though. The waves crash a little harder on the rocks to your side.

“Isn’t it five? Five stages of grief?” You add, now determined to get to the bottom of this sudden change in mood. Puck doesn’t look very plussed, instead focused on this new topic, eyes wandering somewhere out there beyond the end of the boardwalk.

“Mm… well, yes, for the most part. But the seven stages are for a more complex understanding of grief. They add in shock before everything and one for reconstruction. It allows for a more comprehensive view of things.”

You stare at them for another moment, incredulous. They continue.

“I think not allowing me those two extra days would be a disservice. Whiskey for shock. Tea for reconstruction.” They glance over to you now, smile slowly overcoming their features once again and the nerves flood out of your system. That shine that catches the edge of their glasses, the same light that reflects so perfectly in the brown pools of their eyes. You lean a bit closer unconsciously, like some sort of magnetic pull keeps you tethered to them. To the here and now. It’s the strangest and most comforting thing in the world, their gravity. It’s all-consuming, warm, and constant. You think if you ever confessed it to Puck they’d have some kind of explanation for it but you don’t want that. Some things are best left unexplained.

“That’d be concise, don’t you think?” Puck finishes. You blink at them, returning to yourself as you register their words and a familiar smile works it’s way onto your face.

“You’re such a nerd.” You chuckle, shaking your head again. You pull from them a bit but don’t let their hand fall away, instead moving to grip it. You can’t even feel the sea breeze anymore. They laugh back and it pulls at your heart until it aches. Damn. “You’re lucky I’m in love with you.”

“Oh so you won’t break up with me now?”

“Oh my god Puck.”

#prompts #s&s: puck #very slow on these last two prompts #BUT im so glad puck is getting the spotlight they deserve #pspspsps if you fall in love with them you'll get a ton of bad puns #its so much fun not angsty at all i swear #(DIRECT LIE)#not accepting more prompts rn!#cw: alcohol mention #asks

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elftwink · 1 year

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saw a video about 2 player ttrpgs and one of them was like "this one's about a pretend marriage" and i was like oh? and i looked it up on itch (eyes on the prize, fyi) and it's 50% as of right now and i was like OH? and i bought it immediately & ive read most of it and i am a big fan. and i KNOW that i have friends who would have fun playing it (it's a 2 player or 4 player game; the 4 player variant has 2 fake couples) but asking them is going to be so cringe. yeah we're gonna make up people and pretend to be them and then pretend to pretend to get married and the characters when they start their pretending they're gonna be like "oh we don't have any romantic feelings towards each other this is strictly plot" but then (get this) they will start to develop real feelings for each other. and we're gonna act it out together and pretend to be them but don't worry! we have no romantic feelings towards one another. this is strictly plot. when WE (irl) pretend to be in love it's actually platonic, unlike the people who we are pretending to be to each other. so do you have like 2-5 hours you wanna dedicate to that next week

and the worst part is that's 100% what i want. like i have roleplayed romance before with friends it is literally not a big deal because the whole point of roleplay is that the character ISN'T you. but with a fake relationship the crushing weight of dramatic irony hovers behind me

#i do want to play it though it seems fun. i actually think it would be more fun to do the 4 player variant #just bc like. to me fake dating is all about the audience. the way you act alone vs in public #it's about the drama. the show. having other people to bounce of off in rp i think benefits that #eh. im overthinking it i'll get over myself & bring it up. i at least wanna talk about it to people even if we don't intend to play it #i also kinda think you could use the game as more of a writing prompt than a roleplaying game if you wanted?#like. ideally you're still have 2 or 4 people who have a character they mainly control #and you'd like. co-write a story by hashing out responses to each card (which is the main game mechanic) & writing it down #but you would lose some of the imo more like... silly (affectionate) parts of the game?#because some of it is really about the improvisational aspect of both ttrpgs and the fake dating trope #but i still think it would be really fun. and i have done a lot of text-based roleplay before #so i am biased towards it just in general.#i also think you could probs play with 3 players with slight bending of the rules and in and out of game acceptance of polya relationships #esp because the setting is like. vaguely period piece fantasy nobility. you go to fancy parties and shit #i feel like those people had very complicated love lives i think a throuple would be fine #also We Are Playing Pretend #good idea generator #unrelated but did wtf when did they update the post editor the tags are so ugly LOL

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bidoofenergy · 2 years

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Im not sure if ur still taking request but 7 solidaritek for the ask game?

7. handwritten / promised (x) (234 words)

Physical inter-server mail is a relic of the past, from before the communicators of today, before the giant, sprawling servers that existed just to be massive playgrounds, before quick and easy inter-server travel. But Jimmy is sentimental and fond of traditions, and Tango knows and adores this about him.

The paper in his hands isn’t really the same as the one Jimmy wrote on, in the Sheriff’s building in Tumble Town. Tango knows too much about world-code to truly try and fool himself. But despite this awareness, he feels connected to Jimmy through the words on the paper, the slant of Jimmy’s letters, the way he loops his ‘g’s. It connects him to Jimmy in a way their idle, never-ending private chat can’t. The words themselves aren’t important—just a rambling page and a half about Jimmy’s ridiculously inefficient gunpowder farm and the way the story magic rampant on the Empires server was affecting the creepers’ behavior—but it’s the care from Jimmy that Tango can feel through the letter. It’s in the smudge of a pawprint from Norman, the doodle of a baby creeper that takes up the last half of the second page, the “my rancher, my soulmate” at the start, the heart Jimmy drew over the ‘i’ in his signature.

Tango smiles to himself and folds the letter back up to slip into his enderchest. He’ll see Jimmy again soon enough.

#i wrote this instead of unpacking lol #team rancher #solidaritek #trafficshipping #hermitcraft #empires smp #double life smp #double life #solidarity gaming #tango tek #my fic #listen it's just smt sweet for the kids #anyway im still accepting prompts i just also moved in so im taking my own sweet time with this

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exandrothinadresseveryday · 8 months

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Your word: iconoclasm

DRESSTOBER DAY 5 ✧ “ICONOCLASM”

DAY 124: I'm not sure if I like this drawing or hate it but I have sunk two hours into it so!! Yeah!!

#the dress of the day #dresstober 2023 #listen i dont have a design for aona nor have i ever claimed to be a skilled painter #ANYWAYS still accepting prompts obv. i have 3 in my inbox u guys.#u can literally submit any word u want im SHAKING u

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attractthecrows · 2 months

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SNORT

#found a fandom blog accepting prompts and ive been sending them some ideas ive been having #and today the mod posted like '@ [pet] YOU GOOD???? ARE YOU OKAY??????'#IM FINE I JUST LOVE PAIN LEAVE ME ALONE

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bloodlessdebuf · 11 months

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vashwood 3, 9, 11, 14, 16, 18, 19, 20 for the ask game😳

3 - difficult to answer bc at their cores they are both dogs, separated only by what they chase. but wolfwood puts vash on too high a pedestal to ever see vash as the dog, so wolfwood by technicality

9 - he wanted it. he wanted it if only bc he knew it was judas, really, that was delivering it. theres no pride to be had in these intimate moments of knives through the back but cheeks still cupped in calloused palms. theres only the knowing of caesar locking eyes and thinking, of course it was you, brutus

11 - they did, but only twice. the first time could barely be called a kiss, more so a smashing together of lips, a mimicry of intimacy bc to kiss like they mean it would be admitting to things that can never step further than their ribs. the second time wasnt much more of one. after all, can it really be called a kiss when its just trembling lips pressed to a face gone stiff and cold, one last offering of warmth before its forever covered by dirt?

14 - it is wolfwood, gnashing of teeth and snarling of lips, as if putting up the front of evil for long enough will ever make it sink deeper than skin, will make it somehow real

16 - it is vash, unused to being chased like this, unused to being known like this, snapping quick and sudden but deep, as if a storm chaser will suddenly now be scared off by the danger

18 - it is vash, proving wolfwood wrong simply by letting wolfwood hold him, holding wolfwoods hands where they hold him and whispering "see? youre not hurting me. im ok. were ok"

19 - it is wolfwood, staying right next to vash even as he is chased out of towns, holding his hand as they run, sharing motel beds, showing with pure physicality "im not going anywhere. you cant outrun me, and you cant hurt me. in not going anywhere"

20 - wolfwood buys vash flowers, but he goes off vibes alone while vash actually knows flower language. it results in wolfwood buying him things like yellow carnations and then being totally confused when vash spends like an hour crying to meryl abt it

#trigun #hi can u. tell this got away from me good god.#im. so sick rn and i always get melodramatic when im sick so DHBFJSND #this was really fucking fun tho maybe ill start accepting vashwood prompts. maybe.

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