The Unholy Hotel! Au!
This is inspired by a couple of YouTubers who record and show some paranormal and spooky stuff in a haunted hotel and then I thought of these twins
But then again after the thbk hotel au thing I decided to Add Tad and Bill into this (Why? Heh..my uh...kid allegation)
And I just drew a quick doodle
To make this simple the twins decided to explore the mysteries throughout the hotel while bringing some of their little companion without knowing their demons/supernaturals!
Yes Tad is a fucking Rat who ate rotten Bread-
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Just jotting down some Wren thoughts here, I guess. This isn’t addressed towards anyone in particular it’s just something that’s been bubbling over for me for a while.
I know it’s pretty easy for cis people to not care about transphobia, which is understandable because it doesn’t directly affect them. But I wish that like, as a default, cis people could recognise how that transphobia impacts trans people.
Like mutiple cis people have expressed confusion towards me for cutting someone off for or being weirded out (or frightened) by a person’s transphobic statements or actions, or for caring too much about transphobia. I’m being real here when I say I have been mocked for noticing transphobia where cis people don’t see it.
And it’s just... frustrating, I suppose. Expressing a fear to a person and having it dismissed as something that can be overlooked. Maybe you guys can but that’s not really an option for me.
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Maulsoka Fic #225 I Do Not Have Time To Write
Ahsoka is possessed by The Son on Mortis. When he tries to kill her, however, she fights him, and manages to flee. Still consumed by the Dark, and with The Son whispering in her ear, Ahsoka manages to break free of Mortis and escape into the greater galaxy.
In the deep of space, The Son croons to her, telling her how he underestimated her. He’s realized she’s not just a pawn to be used against his father’s Chosen One. He can help her, help her become even more powerful than she is now. Powerful enough to save her friends. To stop the war.
To even save her shadowed Master.
The Son shows her Anakin’s fate, fills her dreams with death, with the smell of seared flesh and sound of shattered lungs. And even consumed by the Dark, Ahsoka can’t let that happen. So she lets him slip coordinates into her mind, and sets her navigation computer to Lotho Minor, and the creature living in its depths.
For The Son had many names, and when a child of Dathomir, mortally wounded and steeped in the seething power of the Dark, called out for the Fanged God, he answered. Confined though his body was on Mortis, The Son was still a being made from its very essence of the Force. And Maul, left for dead by his enemy and abandoned by his Master, was flayed open in every way. It was nothing for The Son to slip in, to fill his mind and use the power he found there to bind Maul viscously to life.
After all, The Son knew how to play the long game. And a weapon such as Maul was not something you let fall out of play.
And so Ahsoka Tano, Fallen from the Light, made her way through the twisting bowels of the forgotten planet. She needed no pendant to guide her. And when Maul fell upon her, a monstrous corruption of flesh and metal, she simply raised her hand, filling his shattered mind with silence.
Maul was returned to his homeworld, but this time by the vessel of a god instead of a shackled tool. And when the witches repaired his mutilated body, Ahsoka did not let them stop at metal, lest she complete him herself with the meat flayed from their bones.
Thus Darth Maul returned to the galaxy. And the first thing he saw upon opening his eyes was Ahsoka’s fang-filled smile.
Thoughts of revenge had kept Maul alive, but Ahsoka had no need for revenge against Obi-Wan. And so she reached into Maul’s mind, using the shadow of The Son they both carried to open a bond wide between them. She asked him, who had sent him after Kenobi? Who had abandoned him, even when he could feel in the Force that Maul yet lived? Who had taken him from his homeworld, ripped him from his mother’s arms, all those years ago?
To each question, the same answer: Sidious
The Son tried to convince them that Sidious was too strong, that they needed him to win the fight. But Ahsoka knew how to play the long game too. And with Maul by her side, she had enough power to shove The Son from her mind, to rip out every insidious, creeping tendril and leave him raging on Mortis, shackled once more to the impossible planet. And Maul was all too happy to listen to the screams of the god whose whispering voice had shattered his mind as he helped Ahsoka pry him free, pouring lighting edged power into the bond between them.
In the end The Son was purged from her, but the Darkness he had filled her with was not. And as Ahsoka stood there, chest heaving, looking up into the burning yellow eyes of a nightmare monster, she knew it never would be. For she had seen what Sidious had done to Maul, the ways he had tortured him when he was no more than a child. And she had seen what he planned for Anakin, had heard the poisonous words he whispered to him in her dreams. For Ahsoka may have Fallen, but she was still her Master’s apprentice, and had learned all too well one of his most crippling flaws: attachment.
And no being of the Light would have the power to kill Sidious.
No being of the Light would be able to save them.
And so Ahsoka would stay in the Dark, Maul’s lightning presence in the Force dancing along her spine, his mind twined with hers. She could feel the kyber of her sabers quivering. But when she ignited them, it was not red that greeted her, but a burning white.
The Daughter flashed across her mind, the brilliance of her blazing feathers only outstripped by the terrible savagery of her claws as she waited for the command to rip Obi-Wan apart.
There was no Light.
There was no Dark.
There was only power.
And with Maul at her side, the edges of their minds brushing with every ripple of the Force, Ahsoka knew no one would be able to stop them.
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