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oneshotnewbie · 3 months

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Can you also do a oneshot where B!D is the one kidnapped in season 2 instead of Alex and she almost dies because of her asthma?

Authors note: I changed the scenery a bit and wrote a different storyline because I think it would be totally weird to write the exact same episode in season two with Baby Danvers instead of Alex in it. Hope that's okay!

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Kara and Alex were on their way to your apartment, where you had planned a peaceful family dinner, when suddenly their cell phones lit up and beeped wildly in a monotonous tone. The message the two received from an anonymous sender was short and clear, but still very disturbing and frightening. "Your sister is in danger. Come to the old warehouse at the harbor alone if you want her back alive. If you take the Martian with you, she will die."

"Call her immediately!" said the redhead in a panic as she tried to trace the sender using a cell phone tracking device installed on her phone. But both the call and the pursuit went nowhere and, full of concern, the two sisters followed the instructions with a desperate expression.

Shortly afterwards the two found themselves in front of an abandoned warehouse. The surroundings were silent and frightening, only the gentle sound of the sea against the harbor wall accompanied their quick steps before they stopped opposite a shadow that only slowly approached them. "Who the hell are you and where is our sister?"

"Kara, Alex. It's nice that you came," spoke a cool voice before the shadow grew into a male figure. Despite the passing years of her high school days, Alex instantly realized that it was Rick Malverne who had been ruthlessly targeting Supergirl's family and identity for some time.

“What did you do to y/n?!” Kara shouted angrily, her eyes glowing red with anger. Malverne smiled and finally stepped into the light, where the two women's eyes met his ice-cold one. He pulled a small device out of his pocket and played around with it before throwing it to the redhead. The two of them were able to see a black and white shot of you on the small camera.

"Your sweet little sister. She will be useful for the success of my plans," he grinned devilishly and the two siblings took another look at the device in their hands. You were trembling uncontrollably in fear and with a look of panic on your face, you tried desperately to fight against the amount of cold water that was increasing slowly in the watertank you were trapped in. "And if you don't cooperate, she'll soon run out of air."

The tension in the warehouse reached its peak when Malverne stood triumphantly. His cold eyes fixed on the two siblings who were forced to be in his power. The two siblings looked at each other briefly, their minds quick as lightning as they considered how they could save you from this life-threatening situation before deciding to play his game. After all, it was your life that was now in the hands of a madman. "What do you want from us?" the redhead asked through gritted teeth, her anger running unbearably through every fiber of her body.

"Very wise of you, Danvers. You're going to help me get my father out of jail. If you don't get him out within the next six hours-" he threatened with a malicious grin and flipped a small switch in his other hand that displayed a timer on the camera. "She dies within a very short time. You have no choice."

Kara clenched her fists, her knuckles already losing blood and turning white, but she knew she had to proceed carefully. "Hop, hop, Supergirl. You don't have much time left." the blonde nodded hesitantly and he disappeared back into the darkness. The two siblings were tense as they were forced to cooperate with the enemy to save you. But in the hearts of both women they swore that Malverne's sinister plans would not go unanswered and that they would receive punishment.

While Kara and Alex reluctantly took every opportunity to hatch a plan, they tried to mislead him with a clever but stressful situation. While J'onn posed as Supergirl, Kara activated her superpowers and attacked him from behind.

When both Alex and J'onn as Supergirl took advantage of his attention and negotiated with him, the blonde took advantage of the moment of surprise. She shot forward and grabbed him in a lightning-quick movement, throwing him against the wall. Alex immediately followed her, her hands gripping his neck in a tight grip. He could only watch helplessly as his plans collapsed.

"You didn't think we'd give up so easily, did you?" Alex spoke in a threatening tone while Kara fixed him with an icy stare. They left him in the hands of the Martian who took him to the DEO and they rushed to the water tank where you were trapped and still fighting for your life. The water level rose threateningly and you were already gasping for air to the last millimeter. “Y/n, hold on!”

With her strength and speed, the blonde threw herself at the tempered safety glass until it began to shatter and you flowed out of the tank with the flood of water. The relief was palpable, but the joy of your safety was short-lived and the hardships took their toll.

Exhausted and panting in panic, you collapsed in her arms with a choking gasp, gasping for air as your siblings exchanged frightened looks. "She's having an asthma attack!" The redhead whispered, her expression serious as she realized that neither you nor any of them had an inhaler with them. "She needs to go to the hospital. There's no time to waste!"

The blonde nodded in agreement and the blonde gently lifted you into her arms. Alex also clung to Kara before she flew into the air. The night air was cool as she flew with you over the city, reaching the hospital at breathtaking speed. Doctors immediately rushed over to take care of you while Kara and Alex waited anxiously, hoping that you would regain your strength soon.

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blueshistorysims · 6 months

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Byron stared at the duke before glancing at his father. Peter looked excited, swelling with pride that he would have such a chance. The Duke was indifferent. He was there because he had to. Peter, who knew how high society worked was the next best thing. Byron, a sexual deviant, part of socialist and social-democratic groups, was not.

“...Am I allowed to refuse it?”

“Byron Malvern!” Peter exclaimed.

The Duke simply stared. “Unfortunately, you cannot refuse it. Of course, none of you were meant to inherit it. My only son died in the Boer Wars. And my only grandchild would die in the same battle that killed your brother only two months prior.”

“Please excuse my son, Duke. He has been away from home these last two years. Understandably, he is in shock by your news.”

Byron wanted to argue, but he kept his mouth shut.

The Duke did not stay long, leaving after an hour. He had explained to the family that he had met with Alexander before he died, and he’d been aware that he was meant to become duke after his father. Peter and Rebecca were to eventually live in Henford-on-Bagley, the Walsh family’s ancestral lands. Byron was disgusted. Why on earth would he want to be a duke? It sounded horrendous. …Of course he wouldn’t mind about the money part. That was appealing. All that responsibility and imperial hogwash was not.

“I cannot believe you said that to his face!” Rebecca reprimanded. “You embarrassed me and your father.”

“I have no interest. I will not be forced into an institution built on the blood of slaves, child labor, and serfdom!”

Peter huffed. “Byron. You have been home for all of a few hours. Please, relax.”

“I am going to do what I want.”

“And what is that?”

“I want to continue my education. Get a doctorate.”

Rebecca buried her face in her hands. “...You already have two master's degrees. Why on earth would you want to go back to school?”

“There is nothing with wanting to better myself.”

“I didn’t say that, dear.”

“Well, I believe the University of Liverpool has a doctoral program in linguistics.” Peter smiled, trying to play mediator. “You can keep an eye on local affairs and your sister while you attend school.”

“...I am not attending Liverpool.”

“Oh, has Oxford made you too posh?”

“No. It’s just… I’ve already applied to a program and was accepted,” he said quietly. He hadn’t meant to break the news like this, but with the bombshell that afternoon, he didn’t see the point of hiding it. “I applied and was accepted to the University of Columbia’s doctorate program in philology. Next summer, I will be leaving and going to New York. I’ve already made arrangements with friends.”

At that, Rebecca burst into tears. “You can’t leave us, you’ve just come back!!”

“America?!” Peter yelled.

“Mama, Papa, please. I was given a scholarship, and I’ve saved money from my time in the army.”

This only set off further yelling, and eventually, Byron gave up with his parents, going to his bedroom and slamming his door as loud as he could, like he was a child throwing a temper tantrum. He was 23 for Christ’s sake. He had been in war. They knew nothing.

#the walshes #the walsh legacy #ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #sims 4 decades #sims 4 decades challenge #sims 4 historical #ts4 story #history simblr #sims 4 history challenge #ts4 historical #ts4 1910s #1910s #byron walsh #rebecca walsh #peter walsh #thomas walsh #giselle walsh

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f1-birb · 9 months

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No but like are there any fics that are featuring Jon a lot? Cause I wanna read em

there are a couple that immediately spring to mind!

of course I'm gonna rec Emmy (@f1-disaster-bi), her superhero au, single dad au and little bean au all feature Jon in a big role - here and here and here

self rec, my sebson driver dads au will feature Jon a lot, since it basically follows real life, but so far there's this chapter here with Jon

this fic here also features Jon as a main role

the only other thing I'd recommend is go through the Jon Malvern character tag on Ao3 and filter the way you want, theres about 150 so I'm sure there's something in there you'll end up liking

#fic recs #sorry this was not more helpful #birb speaks

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drawnecromancy · 1 year

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Find the word!

Tagged by @isabellebissonrouthier

As always if you want to do these, feel free to consider yourself tagged by me !

Words I have to find : Hide, Seek, Blow, Wish

Words I'm giving you : Figure, Ice, Rope, End

(What the extracts are from will be noted at the end of the extract.)

Hide

"Silence stretched between the two for several seconds, but the linguist’s drunk brain was completely incapable of providing him with sensible topics of conversation. In fact, it currently only had two desires : either go to bed and sleep, or do something completely inappropriate that he definitely should not even be thinking about, no matter what he thought of the prince’s looks.

He was unfortunately thinking about it very hard when he felt the prince’s hand cup his face and their eyes met for a brief second. Velannen looked away, not fast enough to hide what he’d been thinking, and the next moment he felt the prince’s lips touch his, almost shyly. He inhaled sharply, his hands grabbing the wall behind him, and prince Malvern looked at him questioningly."

– The Festival of Fire (short story starring Velannen and prince Malvern)

Seek

"– You're a revered hero in the empire - no, don't make this face, people love you - and have been a strong influence on people through that, you're also a veteran of the Guild and people seek your advice constantly, and yet. You ate dirt in my garden just a month ago, to see if it made you sick."

– Dirt (a short story starring Nathan and Eleanor)

Blow

The only one I found is something that contains the word blowjob, which I'm not sure i can post. What can I say, sometimes I write nsfw stories. Should compile them up in a single doc sometime.

Wish

"But you are worried, and I shall tell you about my new life here.

It is surprisingly all right. Mind you, I do not like the court nor the people that are part of it, but there’s more to learn than I could ever have imagined. You’d laugh at all the petty fights that go on there - if you wish, I could chronicle some of them to you, when I am certain that my letters are not being read."

– Lumeria's letter to her mother, from a short story starring Lumeria and the Emperor

#tag games #my writing #note. i know i'm late on some other games you tagged me on ? i just cannot recall which currently #i'll do them when i get the time/brain klsdjkdgsdk #find the word #i'm at school lmfao. drafting a blog post while waiting to have a mockup oral exam.#or whatever that might be called in english #more and more I'm thinking of compiling the random bits I write into PDFs and slapping them online for like 5€#or pay what you want #idk

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raven-of-domain-kwaad · 2 years

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A Servant of The Circle

The lovely characters Teeanah Malvern and Chria Malcar belong to @swtorpadawan‘s Adas Legacy which I have managed to sneak my character Kelsa Kine into.

This amazing artwork of Kelsa and Teeanah was done by @theoasiswinds

More works in the Adas Legacy by myself and @swtorpadawan can be found at the bottom of my writing master list (here)

After choosing to stay on the paradise world of Ulgrotha, Kelsa Kine has been eager to prove herself to the world’s leader and her personal savior, Teeanah Malvern. In the hopes of joining Teeanah’s inner circle, Kelsa has undergone extensive physical and mental training to show her worth.

Over a year on Ulgrotha had brought about a dramatic change in Kelsa. When she first arrived, she had been a husk of a person. Two years of forced labor and having her midi-chlorian rich genetic material harvested by the Hutts had left her weak, scarred and afraid. Even after her wounds had healed, her mind and body remained fragile. But after months of tender care and physical training, she had gained a new confidence in herself and her abilities which she never had even when her family was still alive. More than that, she had found her drive and desire to not just survive but to live.

Ulgrotha was a paradise and its leader, Teeanah Malvern, was her savior. Everything she had and was, were all thanks to her. This second chance at life, a life away from the cruelties and suffering of the wider galaxy, was all because of Teeanah and Kelsa wanted- needed to show her gratitude.

So, Kelsa trained.

She trained and trained as hard as she could in the hopes that she might one day be good enough to protect and defend Teeanah and everything she had built. Many days a week were spent practicing lightsaber combat with Shiri’ah and Kira. Even more time was spent with Chria Malcar undergoing abbreviated Imperial Black Ops training. She built muscle and endurance, learned how to protect and not just kill. And from the broken husk came a sharpened blade.

Unfortunately, the blade was still flawed. She still had the occasional nightmare of her time as a slave. And if anyone touched the back of her neck, she would flinch away without fail.

But it seemed that Chria had a plan to work on that. At least that is what Kelsa thought as she awoke to find herself chained up in a forest.

Her arms ached from being pulled up over her head. She wondered briefly how long she had hung there to cause that amount of pain.

Not expecting it to really do her much good, Kelsa tugged on the chains but only caused the metal shackles to dig into her wrists. The main chain, which seemed to be connected to a branch somewhere above her, did nothing more than sway in response to her actions.

As the shackles dug into her skin, the scars on her back and neck twinged painfully as her mind recalled all the tortures that Smiley had put her through.

“Welcome back to the land of the living,” an all too familiar voice called out from behind her.

Quickly doing her best to bury her old memories, Kelsa focused in on Chria Malcar’s voice. This was undoubtedly another test and she would be damned if she was going to start failing now.

Chria silently stepped into view and began to circle her student. So far, Kelsa was doing quite well. She had wondered if the chains would trigger her old trauma and while it seemed that they had, Kelsa apparently had the mental fortitude to push past it. Good. But she would soon see if it was good enough.

“We are currently three weeks travel away from the estate. You must escape and make it back before the three week mark. Take longer than that and you fail.”

Kelsa nodded in understanding while trying to avoid digging the metal shackles further into her skin. Three weeks was a long trek, especially when she didn’t have a map or any idea of where she was in relation to Teeanah’s estate or equipment of any kind. But she would figure it out. She had to figure it out.

Chria hummed approvingly at the determined look on Kelsa’s face. She really was a fine student with a flexible mind that allowed her to find creative solutions to the scenarios Chria put her through. Teeanah always did attract good talent.

Beginning her walk back to her speeder, Chria paused behind Kelsa. “Oh, I almost forgot. A final detail.”

Kelsa rolled her eyes. She knew damn well that Chria hadn’t forgotten anything but was just waiting to throw her off balance. Her mouth opened to snidely comment on her blatant transparency when she felt the metal touch her neck.

She froze.

No.

No, no, no!

Not again!

Please not again!

As the collar’s teeth sunk into her skin, she felt as if all the color had vanished from the world.

She could still see and yet it felt as if she had gone blind.

To her horror, all of her senses still worked but had suddenly become dull and sluggish.

“No Force.”

Kelsa jerked in her chains at the voice. Her grey eyes which had glazed over in terror were now wide and darting about, trying to find who had spoken.

“You say that you want to stay on Ulgrotha, that you want to protect Teeanah. Prove that you can. Prove that you can escape from captivity to reach her. Prove that you can overcome your past for her.”

Chria grabbed Kelsa by the chin, forcing her to focus and look her in the eye. “There are two keys to that collar. I have one and Teeanah has the other. Find us. Find her. And we will see if you’re worthy of defending her.”

With that, Chria released her student and walked away.

Kelsa merely hung there in her chains. Her mind had fogged over with fear as memories of her slavery and of being used as a lab rat flooded her thoughts.

Trying to ground herself, a natural instinct by now, proved impossible. The metal digging into her neck and wrists were too familiar. The ache in her arms was too familiar. The sense of loneliness and isolation were too familiar.

Stars, where was she?

Hadn’t she been on Ulgrotha?

But the vibrant colors of the paradise she had come to know and love had vanished. Her world had dissolved into a dull and desolate landscape, just like the spice mine camps.

Focus! A small yet steady voice barked from the back of her mind.

Unable to fully ground herself, she simply tried to take in everything she could. Shadows of a cold, cruel and sadistic smile filled her vision and laughter filled her ears but amidst the laughter, she also heard something else. What was it?

Engines.

She could hear engines powering up and flying away. That was important. She didn’t quite know why but knew it was significant.

Three weeks and counting, the same steady voice noted.

Three weeks.

Find us. Find her.

Find her.

Tears were threatening to spill from her eyes as the scars that littered her body all seemed to burn with half remembered pain. But she fought them. The world was wrong. She could tell that the things she was seeing and feeling were wrong but she also knew that there was someone that could make it right, Teeanah. Teeanah could always make things right.

Find her.

Find her!

It had been almost three weeks since Chria had left her student in the wilds, suffering severe traumatic flashbacks. She was curious if Kelsa had managed to ground herself in that time or if she was still struggling with what was real and what was memory. Well, she would see soon enough.

Taking a seat just outside the estate grounds, Chria waited for Kelsa. The tracker she had placed in the force collar showed that she should make it back tonight, an impressive pace especially for someone struggling with reality. Many of her old Black Ops colleagues couldn’t have made the trek in Kelsa’s condition.

Movement caught her eye and she raised her macrobinoculars.

And there she was.

Kelsa apparently had the presence of mind to actually craft a makeshift pack which she used to carry the chains that were still connected to her wrists as well as some snares, small game and other crudely crafted supplies. Color Chria impressed. Even in the midst of reality distorting panic, Kelsa’s training still managed to shine through. She might have to share a drink with her student and commend her one day.

When Kelsa finally reached Chria, the former Black Ops soldier glanced at her chrono before humming in approval. “Two weeks and three days. Impressive.”

Kelsa seemed to hear the words yet did not react to them. Instead, she sank to her knees, head bowed, and raised her shackled wrists in a silent plea.

The corner of Chria’s mouth twitched almost imperceptibly. Well at least Kelsa seemed to understand her place in the pecking order. Good.

Of course, it wasn’t as if she couldn’t understand Kelsa’s appeal. Even now, she could appreciate her broad muscled shoulders and the way that the moonlight made her skin glisten with sweat. In her younger days she might have even enjoyed using her as a pleasant diversion on shore leave. But times had changed. Teeanah was what mattered now. And as long as Kelsa understood that it was Chria that knew Teeanah and how to protect her best, then they would continue to get along just fine.

Reaching out, she finally obliged her student’s plea and unlocked her shackles.

It looked as if Kelsa might cry in relief as her chaffed and bruised wrists were finally free. Her trembling hands gently rubbed at her wrists before slowly raising up to her neck. “Please…”

Chria noted that she couldn’t bring herself to actually touch the force collar. Hm, they might have to work on that at a later date. But for now, Kelsa had accomplished her task and Chria respected her for it. Few could overcome that amount of trauma and still successfully obey orders.

“You’ve done well, passed every test I’ve given you. Continue to follow my orders and you may very well have a future here.”

Those words seemed to actually reach Kelsa. Her grey eyes, though still slightly glazed over with traumatic memories, were wide and hopeful. She looked at Chria as if she was some kind of great savior. Perhaps in her mind she was, she had trained her and given her a multitude of new skills after all.

Key in hand, Chria finally released one of the locks on the force collar.

Hearing the click of the first lock, Kelsa let out a relieved sigh before bowing her head once more. “Thank you,” she murmured reverently.

Chria merely nodded before motioning to the estate. “Get yourself cleaned up. Clothes are waiting for you. When you’re ready, come find me and Teeanah.”

The world had become a grey blur for Kelsa. If asked, she would not be able to recall the details of her trek to the estate, only that she had somehow made it back.

In fact, the first thing she truly remembered was being on her knees and having her shackles removed.

It had been such a relief to have her wrists freed of the unforgiving metal. As the chains fell away it felt as if a haze had lifted from her eyes. The world was still dull and grey but it had cleared somewhat and let her think clearly for the first time in weeks.

Seeing the person responsible, Kelsa could do nothing but bow and thank Chria from the bottom of her heart.

“Get yourself cleaned up. Clothes are waiting for you. When you’re ready, come find me and Teeanah.”

Find us.

Find her.

Find her!

Kelsa followed her orders and returned to her room in the estate.

A part of her wanted to rush. To clean and dress herself as fast as possible in order to finally see Teeanah. But she couldn’t rush. She had to make sure that she was presentable enough to be in Teeanah’s presence. She had to show that she had worth and was worthy of staying on Ulgrotha and defending her savior.

So, despite the desperate urge to move quickly, Kelsa took her time. Every bit of dirt and sweat was removed from her body. Every small cut and scrape were cared for. She combed her hair and ensured that there was not so much as a stray bit of dust on the finely tailored black suit and deep crimson undershirt that had been left out for her.

When she was finally satisfied with her appearance, she left her room and went in search of Chria and Teeanah.

Without the Force and Teeanah’s beautiful force signature to guide her, it took a few tries, but she eventually found the correct room where the pair waited for her.

Chria nodded to Kelsa in acknowledgement while Teeanah just gave her a simple yet dazzling smile. And somehow, that smile sent Kelsa’s heart aflutter and mind ablaze with desire in spite of the collar actively clouding her mind and senses.

“Kneel,” Chria commanded from her position beside Teeanah.

Without any hesitation, Kelsa sank to her knees, head bowed down in submission.

It felt wrong, lowering her gaze, exposing herself to possible dangers. But this was Chria and Teeanah. They stood above her in all ways with the power to fill her life with agony or bliss. She had accepted this. It was a dynamic that made sense to her. All she could do now was wait and see what they intended.

A small pressure on the back of her neck made her tense but she maintained her position, hoping that she had proven herself.

With a small click, the teeth of the collar retracted from her neck and she gasped.

Color flooded back into the world, nearly blinding her with their vibrant beauty. Sounds pressed in on her ears as if she were hearing the world for the first time. She could smell the perfume that Teeanah wore and allowed herself a moment to just breath it in.

A gentle but firm finger guided her chin upward and when her grey eyes met Teeanah’s beautiful brown eyes, Kelsa thought she might cry. She could sense Teeanah again, glowing like a star through the force. It was like looking upon a god.

Unable to look away, Kelsa watched as Teeanah came forward a pressed a soft kiss upon her brow.

“You have done so well, Kelsa.”

Teeanah’s melodious voice seemed to envelope Kelsa in warmth and she never wanted to leave that comfort.

“Such devotion deserves to be rewarded.”

She sat back in her chair and Kelsa had the sudden urge to move forward to maintain their proximity for as long as possible. But she remained where she was. It was not her place to act so selfishly before her savior.

“So, my dear, what reward would you ask of me?”

Kelsa nearly recoiled at that. She would never. Could never ask for something from someone so obviously her better.

No. This was not about what Teeanah might grant her. This was about what Kelsa could offer of herself.

She bowed her head once more in reverence. “Please. Allow me to serve you. In any way you see fit. Allow me to defend you and everything you have built. Allow me to be a servant of The Circle and its Center.”

With her head bowed, she could not see the expression on Teeanah’s face but she could sense the spike in her emotions as she made her request. She could only hope that she would be granted the honor of serving her savior.

After several seconds, during which Kelsa believed Teeanah and Chria exchanged a few whispered words, Teeanah stood, beckoning for Kelsa to do likewise.

She obeyed and stood, drinking in the sight of Teeanah smiling at her with such affection. It warmed her heart like nothing ever had before and she realized that if she were to perish here and now, she would consider it all worth it to have seen that smile once again.

Without ever looking away and with her incredible smile still on her face, Teeanah motioned to the doorway. “I will require an escort to my chambers.”

A quick glance at Chria confirmed that she meant Kelsa.

Pride, relief and gratitude filled Kelsa and she could not keep from bowing her head once more before escorting Teeanah to her chambers.

To her surprise, Teeanah had her come in rather than stand guard by the door. She stood there in her chambers for several moments, taking in the layout and potential areas of danger all while Teeanah removed shoes and some small pieces of jewelry.

“Do you mind, my dear?” Teeanah’s voice broke Kelsa out of her mental preparations for defending the rooms from attack.

Returning her gaze and full attention to Teeanah, Kelsa suddenly felt her face heat up.

Teeanah had turned around with her back to her and was motioning to the zipper on the back of her evening gown

Desire coiled tightly in Kelsa’s gut but she beat down those feelings and nodded. “Of course.”

She stepped forward and carefully, as if handling something delicate of immense value, unzipped the dress.

Shrugging her shoulders, Teeanah let the dress fall and pool at her feet, exposing her strong back and perfect skin.

Kelsa’s mouth had gone dry. She had never before seen anyone so beautiful both physically and through the force. It truly was like looking upon a god. A perfect being that she was simply lucky to have met.

Without thinking, her hand reached out and she gently brushed her fingers along Teeanah’s shoulders. “You’re so beautiful,” she murmured as if in a trance.

Teeanah hummed lightly and leaned back into the touch, giving Kelsa permission to explore further.

Mustering her courage, Kelsa continued to gently trace her way from Teeanah’s shoulders down the center of her back, delighting in the faint shiver it caused.

Stars, how had an orphaned Sith like her been so lucky as to cross paths with a woman like this? She had no idea but she thanked the universe for it all the same.

Her slight pause allowed Teeanah the chance to slowly turn around and face her, still with that dazzlingly warm smile on her face. She reached out and gently cupped the side of Kelsa’s face, rubbing her thumb across her cheek.

“My beautiful Knight. I can feel you holding back.”

Kelsa tried to open her mouth in protest but Teeanah placed a finger over her lips.

“Shhh… I know how devoted you are to me, Kelsa. And I know that you sometimes believe you must deny yourself in a misguided belief that you do not deserve to enjoy life. But you do. You deserve to live happily and to enjoy the time you have.”

Tears formed in Kelsa’s eyes and her throat suddenly felt tight. It had been so long since someone had cared about her.

Wiping away a tear that slipped from Kelsa’s eye, Teeanah continued on. “I am thankful that you have chosen to remain here and that you have chosen to help me. Know that I will call on you for assistance but not tonight. Tonight, is about you, Kelsa. Tonight, I want you to feel alive. So, please, do as your heart desires my Knight.”

She stood there for a moment, just gazing into Teeanah’s eyes. Do what she desired? Everything she could possibly want she already had. Food, a roof over her head and even friends had all been granted to her thanks to being on Ulgrotha.

Her eyes drifted down to Teeanah’s lips, a lovely shade of red that contrasted beautifully with her pale skin.

What she desired.

Returning her gaze to Teeanha’s eyes, Kelsa searched her face for any reservations or hint that this was not something she also wanted. She found nothing but warm reassurance.

What she desired.

She leaned in and pressed her lips to Teeanah’s.

#swtor fanfiction #my writing #the adas legacy #swtorpadawan #oc: kelsa kine #other's oc: chria malcar #other's oc: teeanah malvern #oh no! kelsa don't drink the kool-aid!#also i got super carried away with this #like one day i was just struggling with the whole thing and then suddenly i'm 3000 words in and wondering wtf just happened?

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revveduphutch · 1 year

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We all dream But not every dream delivers; Dream deliverers Remember all the dreamers and dreams It’s kinder and less noisy Than listening to the screamers And their screams. #mindfulness #meditation #recovery #funeraldirector #celebrant #spiritualawakening #stroud #unitarian #cotswoldslife #cotswolds #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness #quotesoftheday #lgbtq #pride #samesexmarriage #botswana #honolulu #dublin #oxford #warwick #capetown #poetry #addiction #evesham #stroud #worcester #gloucester #malvern https://www.instagram.com/p/CpsP446Ioko/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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astairwaytobooks · 2 years

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The Scorpio Races Festival 2022

Week One: SIGN-UP

Reading Challenges: Prologue - Chapter 16

Introduce yourself! Who are you, and what does The Scorpio Races mean to you?

At this point Maggie Stiefvater's books feel like they are a part of me. I first started reading The Wolves of Mercy Falls when I was a teenager, I'm now nearing the end of my twenties and I've reread all books multiple times, but the Scorpio Races probably most of all. Simply because it lends itself so well to be a seasonal, yearly re-read. It feels a bit like I am actually returning to Thisby every year to visit the festival and watch the races. Never mind that technically all events remain the same. The beautiful thing of re-reads is that every time there is something else I see for the first time.

Do you have any favorite scenes or quotes from this section?

My favourite quote from this section is

"There are moments that you'll remember for the rest of your life and there are moments that you think you'll remember for the rest of your life, and it's not often they turn out to be the same moments."

Something Puck thinks when signing up for the races at Gratton's. It is so true how the best (and worst) moments of your life always sneak up on you and take you unawares, while things you think you'll remember perfectly you always forget, anyway the quote says it way better than I can paraphrase it, but you get the point.

What is your initial impression of the characters we’ve met so far?

This year I noticed how Puck and Sean both describe the coat of the Piebald mare differently, just thought it was funny how Sean highlights the white fur on a black background, while Puck highlights the black fur.

All characters in this book have so much personality, even the smaller parts like the bowler hat that Puck calls the Gnome, it is clear that he is a very stubborn person that does not like to lose. I have a fervent hatred for Benjamin Malvern, the callous bastard, but most other characters I would love to meet in real life. Especially Finn, who I always read to be younger than he actually is. Probably because Puck still sees him as her little brother and has not yet caught up to the fact that he too, is growing up (a struggle I am familiar with).

How do you think Sean and Puck’s relationship with Thisby influences the reader’s perception?

I think we can't help but love the island like Sean and Puck do, because every description we get is filled with their respect and love of Thisby. However I do think that I would love the place regardless. Still a bit bumped out it is not an actual place I can visit. Though everytime I am on an island I try to look my hardest for little pieces that remind me of how Thisby is described in the book.

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akepalsson · 2 years

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WEEK 1 —Training Challenge: Introduce your rider.

A little late but I wanted to join the fun @thescorpioracesfestival

The salty wind hits my face, but it doesn’t bother me. I’ve grown used to it, everyone who spends their time on this beach has.

“What are you doing here?”

I turn around to see Isadora Levy, the woman who lives next door to us. Isadora and her husband are good family friends and when Mom went to the mainland they made sure my brother and I were well-fed.

“Waiting for them to come out.” is my unusually short reply, and my gaze returns to the ocean.

Isadora sighs, but she sits on the small cliff next to where I’ve been sitting for hours now. She's wearing her best clothes, which can only mean she's going to Skarmouth, to the church, or maybe the shops. When you don't have to worry about money, those are the kinds of activities you can do in your day-to-day life.

“Don't you have to go to work?” Isadora insists, moving her legs, which are dangling from the cliff. She can tell I’m focused, usually, our dynamic is reversed: I’m the one asking questions and bothering her, while Isadora is calm and collected. Maybe it’s too early for me to be talking a lot.

“I start in an hour.” I shake my head and she seems to understand, for her face shows no concern. I keep explaining. “I've been coming to the beach early since the beginning of October, waiting.”

“What exactly do you plan to do?” Is her question, because she knows what I'm talking about. Everyone on the island knows it.

“I just want to be the first to see them.”

See them. Them, the capaill uisce. The famous killer horses, who emerge from the sea of Scorpio once autumn begins. Those fearsome horses, gigantic in comparison to a normal animal, which only the strongest of men can tame into their mounts during the annual race, the Scorpio Races, Thisby's foremost event.

“Well, Amber,” Isadora says my name with her weird accent. She's not from Thisby but she's not from the mainland either, she comes from an island not far away that she doesn't like to talk about. “We’re only through the first week of October, I’m almost sure that there is still time for the first capall to emerge.”

I know, but I don't want to miss it. I feel the need to pout, but I don't. I'm practically an adult now, I shouldn't be pouting anymore, much less at someone like Isadora.

Before Isadora says something like ‘You don't want to lose your job either,’ I stand up from the cliff, moving away from where she was sitting. Isadora follows me and we both walk off together, me heading to Malvern’s Yard and Isadora to somewhere in Skarmouth.

“You’re not thinking of joining the races, are you?” Isadora questions me, putting a hand on my shoulder. I smile back at her, she just shakes her head in disappointment but she knew that already, there was no need to ask. “Amber, why are you putting your life at risk? Isn’t it already enough working with those demonic horses in your daily life? Must you also do this?”

“It’s going to be fine, Isadora.” I put my hair in a high ponytail as we walk, the loose blonde curls hanging on my face aren’t exactly comfortable for cleaning horse shit all day, so a ponytail is the best option. “Besides, the money would suit me well.”

“You’re doing this for the money? Oh, Amber. There are better ways to get it than this, the races are practically a suicide!”

“You have so little faith in me, Isa.”

Isadora sighs, she’s not in the mood for this. “You better than anyone knows how dangerous the races are.”

She’s right, so I shut my mouth. Isadora is referring to my brother, who died in the races years ago. Since then I’ve been taking after his job and his capall, as me and my dad need the money he used to bring. I’m too fond of the horse to sell it and my brother loved the animal so I can’t just let it go like that. Besides, maybe he can help me with my plans of joining the race.

“Amber, if I can’t change your mind, the least I can do is pray for you.” Isadora keeps saying, holding her hands together. “May the ocean watch you, Amber Goode, we need you alive here.”

#also hiii this is me introducing amber #maybe i'll write her story after this ends who knowsss #the scorpio races #the scorpio races festival #tsrf2022 #tsrf #my writing #amber goode #isadora levy

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swtorpadawan · 2 years

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A Teeanah Malvern gallery, the OC who seems to be on my mind a lot lately. (With thanks to @raven-of-domain-kwaad )

My eternal thanks to @ajoloart and @theoasiswinds for their amazing art.

To read more about her, click here.

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Preferred Neighborhoods in Scarborough

West Hill

Characteristics: West Hill is a serene suburb known for its lush green spaces and family-friendly atmosphere. The neighborhood boasts a range of amenities including shopping centers, schools, and easy access to public transit.

Community Insights: Residents enjoy the tranquility and the recreational opportunities provided by nearby parks and the waterfront.

Guildwood

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Community Insights: The area is popular among retirees and families looking for a quiet, scenic place to live with excellent local schools.

Port Union (East End)

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Community Insights: It’s ideal for those who appreciate outdoor lifestyles, with easy access to beaches and parks along Lake Ontario.

Morningside

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Community Insights: While generally seen as a convenient and budget-friendly area, it’s important to research specific streets and blocks for safety and community vibe.

Areas to Exercise Caution

Tuxedo Court

Concerns: Historically known for higher crime rates and social housing challenges. Potential residents should be aware of these issues.

Community Insights: Active community efforts are underway to improve the area, but caution and thorough research are advised before moving.

Kingston and Galloway

Concerns: This area has struggled with socio-economic challenges and crime, making it less appealing to those looking for stability and quiet.

Community Insights: There are community initiatives aimed at revitalization and improving public safety.

Malvern Town Centre

Concerns: The area around Malvern Town Centre can be busy and sometimes unpredictable, with a mix of commercial and low-income housing.

Community Insights: Residents have access to good shopping and public transit, but should be mindful of the diverse urban environment.

Mason Rd and Eglinton

Concerns: This neighborhood has varied socio-economic conditions and can differ widely in terms of safety and community upkeep from street to street.

Community Insights: Prospective residents should visit multiple times at different hours to get a true sense of the area.

General Tips for Choosing a Neighborhood in Scarborough

School Rankings: Schools often reflect the community’s investment in its future. Areas with higher-ranked schools usually have better maintained properties and a more active community life.

Building and Street Quality: The physical appearance of buildings and streets can indicate the level of care and management. Well-kept areas often suggest a lower crime rate and a safer environment.

Personal Visits: Visit the neighborhood at different times of the day and week. Talk to locals to get a sense of community issues and the social dynamics.

Local Amenities: Consider the proximity to essential services like grocery stores, medical clinics, and leisure activities, which contribute to the quality of life.

Conclusion

Choosing the right neighborhood in Scarborough requires a balance of personal needs, safety considerations, and lifestyle preferences. By thoroughly researching and visiting potential areas, you can find a neighborhood that not only meets, but exceeds your expectations for a new home in this vibrant and diverse part of Toronto.

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raven-of-domain-kwaad · 2 years

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My Muse Is Under Your Muse’s Spell! Send them a command to obey... Teeanah commands Elise to apologize to Kelsa 🧐

Thanks for this @swtorpadawan! I hope you and Teeanah enjoy

My Muse is Under Your Muse's Spell! Send them a command to obey...

“Apologize to her for what you have done.”

The command repeated itself in Élise’s mind without pause. Every action she took upon leaving the dungeons all seemed to be in service of that command.

She took breath to give her body the oxygen needed to find her cousin.

She blinked to keep her eyes and vision clear so as not to miss her cousin.

She put one foot in front of the other because she had to reach Kelsa.

She had to apologize

For days now- had it really only been a few days? Élise had been a guest of Teeanah Malvern’s. It had been a... trying time.

Her body and mind had been pushed to their limits very quickly. She still hurt a great deal but she knew that she had no right to complain, not after what she had done.

Memories of the holorecordings she had been forced to watch replayed again and again in her mind as she searched for Kelsa. The screams of agony and hopelessness her cousin had let out still made her shudder.

Two years.

Kelsa had suffered in slavery for two years, knowing that there was no one in the whole galaxy that cared or was coming to save her. Faced with that comparison, Élise could deal with a few days of discomfort.

Part of her still wanted to hunt down the Cartel members that had been responsible for beating and torturing Kelsa but she knew that was just her mind trying to displace blame. She knew where the blame lay for what had happened to Kelsa. As much as she might hate the truth, she knew that the blame lay with her.

Tears formed in the corners of her eyes as she recalled the images the imperial agents had shown her. There were so many scars on her cousin now. Apparently some thirty percent of her body was now covered in scar tissue.

And while Kelsa had been fighting desperately just to survive another day, another hour, another minute, Élise had been enjoying the wealth and luxuries that being a guest of Alderaanian nobility entailed. Fine living conditions, excellent food and a whole host of trained assassins and spies to hone her own skills against. Yes, House Rist had been good to her. And to her immense shame, Kelsa had never once entered her thoughts during that time.

The clashing of lightsabers drew her attention. Teeanah had mentioned that Kelsa had taken up the lightsaber once again. Perhaps that was where she was now.

Following the sounds of fighting, Élise was rewarded with seeing Kelsa for the first time since awakening in the dungeons.

Unlike that first meeting, Kelsa was now in loose pants and a sleeveless top. Her twin violet blades clashing against the green blades of a twi’lek Jedi.

It was clear that Kelsa was outmatched. The twi’lek’s grace and speed were just too much for the rather basic forms and physical strength Kelsa was trying to fight with. Still, her cousin obviously had good fighter’s instincts she just lacked the training to take advantage of them. Given the muscle she was putting behind her attacks, Élise assumed that Kelsa was a deadly opponent with something physical like a vibrosword but was still getting used to wielding lightsabers.

She took in all of those details quickly but her focus was on her cousin’s back.

The sleeveless top left a fair amount of her back exposed and allowed Élise an easy view of the horrific web of scars that the Hutts had given her. She could even see the edge of a brand in the shape of the cartel insignia.

Her fist clenched in fury.

They had branded her. Marked her like cattle.

And it was all her fault.

Her fury melted away to be replaced with grief and regret.

She had been a terrible cousin, ungrateful for everything that Kelsa had done and sacrificed for her. It was because of Kelsa that Élise had not been slaughtered with the rest of their family on Ziost. It was Kelsa that had kept her fed, housed and even given her an education.

And Élise had repaid her with betrayal.

Tears obscured her vision and her heart ached as she fell to her knees, sobbing.

How could she have done this to the only family she had left?

How could she have been so blind to not see the consequences of her actions?

Unexpectedly, strong and comforting arms wrapped themselves around her. She clung to the comfort offered like a lifeline as tears continued to run down her face.

“Shhhh... it’s ok... it’s alright...”

It was Kelsa.

Élise sobbed even harder upon realizing that even now, even after everything, Kelsa was still here, helping her.

“I- I’m sorry! I’m s- so sorry!”

Kelsa’s arms tightened briefly before starting to rub small circles into Élise’s back.

“I know. It’s alright. Just let it out,” she murmured reassuringly.

But Élise shook her head despite still clinging to Kelsa as if her life depended on it.

“Why? Why don’t you hate me? You should hate me!”

The comforting circles being rubbed into her back paused at that and Élise braced for Kelsa to finally explode into justified anger. But it never happened.

Instead, Élise felt Kelsa’s torso begin to tremble as tears from her cousin fell onto the top of her head.

“I could never hate you, Élise,” she finally whispered. “I wanted to know why. I certainly hated the people that... held me. There were even times when I wanted to die. But I never hated you. You’re my family, Élise. You’re the only family I have left.”

Élise squeezed her eyes shut and buried her face into Kelsa’s chest. Some family she had been.

As if knowing what she was thinking, Kelsa gently squeezed Élise again. “I love you, Élise. Nothing is going to change that. You might not believe me right now but I hope one day you will.”

Squeezing back, Élise continued to cry in her cousin’s arms hoping that one day she would be worthy of her love.

#swtor fanfiction #my writing #oc: élise kine #oc: kelsa kine #the adas legacy

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