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Tivaevae | Chapter One: Ripped At The Seams

Still struggling to emotionally recover from Master Obi-Wan's deception, Ahsoka discovers in the aftermath that twelve-year-old Boba Fett has been locked up among adults in the Republic Judiciary Central Detention Center. After convincing Chancellor Palpatine to grant him a pardon, she manages to secure his release on the condition that she serve as his legal guardian. Now, with the help of Master Plo and the Wolfpack, she vows to help him track down what family he has left.

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Fandom: Star Wars Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Boba Fett, Plo Koon, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Mace Windu, Kanan Jarrus, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives, CC-1119 | Appo, Dexter Jettster, FLO | WA-7 (Star Wars), Shaak Ti, ARC Commander Blitz (Star Wars), CT-6922 | Dogma, Original Clone Trooper Character(s) (Star Wars), CC-3636 | Wolffe, Clone Trooper Sinker (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Comet (Star Wars), CC-2224 | Cody, CT-5597 | Jesse, CT-4860 | Boost, Aurra Sing, Tobias Beckett, Null-11 | Ordo Skirata, Kal Skirata, Original Mandalorian Characters (Star Wars), Original Droid Characters (Star Wars), Original Jedi Character(s) (Star Wars) Total Word Count: 123,000 Chapter Word Count: 6,751

"And then Grey was like skoosh skoosh skoosh–" Caleb held up an imaginary carbine and let loose a series of blasts, so enthusiastic about his reenactment that he nearly fell off of the courtyard bench. " –and the SBD just exploded! He got him right in the power core! And then-and then-and then I did a backflip off of his shoulder, and I cut three B1's in half! It was so wizard."

"You did?" Mace gasped, theatrically placing a hand on his chest in feigned shock. He had a reputation for being overly stoic, cold even, but there was nothing that defrosted the Master like his Padawans. Depa had dropped off young Caleb to have lunch with his Grand-Master with a weary gratitude that Obi-Wan remembered well; ironically, it had usually been Mace that would give him a break from Anakin more often than not, back then.

"Sure did," Caleb raised his chin proudly. "Have you ever done that with your commander, Master Obi-Wan?" he asked eagerly, looking at him from the other side of Mace with bright turquoise eyes.

Obi-Wan swallowed his mouthful of salad. "Unfortunately, no," he said with a smile. "I think I might squash poor Cody if I tried, though, I weigh a bit more than you."

"Is that why you're watching your figure?" Mace asked wryly, looking at Obi-Wan's bowl of fresh greens.

"I don't care if they're nutritionally complete, human beings were not intended to survive off of ration bars alone," Obi-Wan grumbled into his salad.

"I didn't jump off Grey, I jumped off the battle droid!" Caleb giggled.

"Ah," Obi-Wan said. "Well, the answer is still no, but I'll make sure to bring it up to him before our next strategy meeting."

"Good idea!" Caleb said with a grin, then shoved a handful of fried tatos in his mouth. His nerfburger had been inhaled two meandering stories ago.

"Well, I'm impressed. That sounds like a very successful first mission." Mace gave him a pat on the back then added an unholy amount of orbakradish paste to his bowl of red turu rice, green peppers and bantha strips.

"Can I have some?" Caleb asked curiously, staring at the bright green bottle his grand-master had pulled from his pocket curiously.

"It's very spicy," Mace warned before leaving a tiny smudge on the boy's plate, then took a stoic bite of his rice bowl.

Caleb carefully dipped a corner of his fried tato in the orbakradish and took a bite. His eyes went wide. "Ow," he said faintly, and held his mouth open. "Aow. Aow."

Mace chuckled, dipped a tato in the cup of vinegar on the other side of Caleb's plate, then popped it in his open mouth. "I did warn you," he said as Caleb furiously chewed. "Orbakradish isn't like capsaicin. For that, you need some sort of cream. To cure this, you need vinegar."

Caleb sighed with relief. "Thanks, Master." He hurriedly popped another vinegar-soaked tato in his mouth, then finished off the rest of the plate with the speed that only eleven-year-old boys could manage without making themselves sick. Mace and Obi-Wan exchanged amused looks while they ate their own meals at a less tornadic pace.

"Go on, Padawan. Time to meditate, then practice your forms at the training salle." Mace patted Caleb on the back and took his empty plate once he'd licked it clean.

"Will you come and– I mean, I would be honored if you would spar with me after your Council meeting is done, Master." Caleb said bashfully. "If you want to. I, um, I know you're busy."

"I'm not sure how long I'll be, but I'll head down to the salles as soon as we're done. I'd be happy to spar with you, Padawan." Mace patted his cheek fondly and winked.

"Okay!" Caleb bowed hurriedly to Mace and then Obi-Wan. "Bye, Masters!" He took off at a run, almost tripping on his robes twice before disappearing around the corner.

"I miss that age," Obi-Wan said forlornly. "They're still so enthusiastic about everything. Once they hit puberty…"

"The attitude, I know," Mace said knowingly. He took a final bite from his rice bowl and reached a hand out for Obi-Wan's dish. "I'm grateful for Depa and Devan. Echuu was a handful. Girls are easier."

"Girls are not easier," Obi-Wan snorted, then rubbed his bald head, textured with a thousand offended bumps. The whole thing was so damn itchy, he'd had to meditate three times that morning just to keep his sanity. Perhaps Lace had some procaine cream in the medbay that he could borrow until all of the hairs had poked through the skin.

"Mine were," Mace shrugged.

"Yours aren't vindictive," Obi-Wan sighed.

"Why would they be?" Mace asked blithely. "I trained them well. They are above pettiness."

Obi-Wan glared at the sky instead of Mace. "Lucky you," he said to the speeder traffic above the Temple.

"I warned you about the consequences of leaving Anakin and Ahsoka out of the loop," Mace reminded him. "You insisted."

"I know." They both stood and began the long walk to the Council chambers elevator.

Mace passed their bamboo dishes onto a waste droid when they passed one then fished around for something in his pocket. "And you are the one who suggested that they go on the mission that 'killed' you," he pointed out, then popped a mint candy into his mouth.

"I know," Obi-Wan huffed. "I understand that my actions have consequences, Mace, I'm not a child."

"Then why are you so upset?" Mace asked.

"I'm not upset," Obi-Wan said automatically.

Mace rolled his eyes. "You aren't at peace, that's for certain."

"I–" Obi-Wan raised his hands and let them fall. "Ahsoka's never been one to hold a grudge at all, let alone at me. I expected the cold shoulder from Anakin, but not her."

"Ah. She's still hurt, then."

"She's got no reason to be hurt," Obi-Wan insisted.

"She discovered your 'corpse,' my old friend," Mace said.

"Please, p-please Bobi, open your eyes, open your… no, no, no, please no, Bobi please–"

"Would you really be so unmoved if you'd discovered hers?"

She fell to the ground like a ragdoll, dead from a single touch. Her limbs were twisted and her yellow eyes stayed open, filmy and veined with black like the rest of the Dark Side corruption that covered her.

He banished the memories. "That's different," Obi-Wan insisted. "We are not meant to outlive our Padawans."

"Yet we do." Mace called the elevator. "More and more often, it seems. And I do not see that changing until this war is over."

That reminded him. "Have you discussed your idea with Master Yoda?" Obi-Wan asked quietly.

"It's difficult to find a good time to propose an assassination," Mace answered. "Especially the assassination of his old Padawan."

The elevator arrived. The two Masters stepped on and began the journey up.

"You've discussed it with Quinlan?" Mace asked.

"I have. He's not unwilling."

"Good to know."

The two fell silent, and Obi-Wan commanded the mental image of Ahsoka's corpse lying at the feet of her killer to stop popping into his thoughts. The encounter on Mortis felt like a dream. He still wasn't sure what had actually happened, what was real and what was a vision, but the memory of Anakin's yellow eyes and his little girl lying dead and corrupted by the Dark side haunted him at the most inopportune moments.

May he become one with the Force before ever seeing such horrors again.

The elevator opened. The two walked down the hall to the inside of the Council chambers and took their seats in companionable silence. They were still a bit early, and no one else had yet arrived.

"Caleb was not supposed to be in active combat yet," Mace said after a few moments. "In case you were wondering. The mission he was assigned was a scouting mission. The droids were a surprise."

"Do you think I'm judging you, old friend?" Obi-Wan asked with a raised brow.

"No, but I thought you may want to know." Mace leaned back with an unreadable expression on his face. "He is very skilled, but I personally would prefer he not be on the front lines until he gains more experience."

Obi-Wan remembered Ahsoka eagerly bouncing off of the transport and straight onto the front lines of one of the most gruesome campaigns of the early war. "I understand," he said gently. "Unfortunately, there's only one way to get experience."

"I'm aware." The muscle in Mace's jaw worked a bit before he settled into his usual serenity.

"Greetings, Master Windu. Master Kenobi." Shaak-Ti's hologram flickered into view and she bowed her head.

The two men bowed theirs in return. "How fares Kamino?" Obi-Wan asked lightly.

"Sunny, for a change," Shaak-Ti said with a small smile. "The cadets have been training outside all day on the landing pads."

Mace smiled at her. "I'm happy to hear it."

"As am I," Plo said pleasantly. He and Depa bowed from the entrance, Yoda hobbling beside them. Depa spared a fond smile for her old Master as she took her seat, which Mace returned.

More holograms popped up; Kit Fisto, Ki-Adi-Mundi, Saesee Tiin, Agen Kolar, Coleman Kcaj, Luminara Unduli, Oppo Rancisis, and Stass Allie were all still on the front lines. Kit's hologram was cross-legged and floating subtly, broadcasting underwater from the ocean world of Klarn.

"Begin, we shall," Yoda said after clearing his throat. "May the Force guide us as we proceed."

Murmurs of agreement followed him.

"May I be the first to compliment Master Kenobi's haircut," Kit's hologram grinned at him.

"Thank you, Master," Obi-Wan deadpanned, resisting the urge to scratch his blasted scalp again.

"We are all very glad to see you alive and well," Shaak-Ti added with a twinkle in her eye. "You should stay close-shaven. You look twenty years younger."

Obi-Wan sighed. He was very aware; it was half the reason he had grown the beard in the first place. Shaak-Ti's tinkling giggle rang like a bell at his reaction.

A round of chuckles echoed her and Mace held up a hand to quiet them. "Our first order of business," he began with a smile, reading off a datapad, "is– oh." His smile disappeared and his eyebrows went up as he glanced over at Obi-Wan. "Padawan Ahsoka Tano has requested to speak with us."

Obi-Wan sat at attention. "She has?" he asked, surprised.

"Go ahead and send her in," Mace said into the comlink in his chair. "Do you know what this is about?" he asked Obi-Wan curiously.

Obi-Wan shook his head. "I've no idea," he answered.

The chamber doors opened and Obi-Wan watched Ahsoka step primly inside, pointedly not looking at him despite his centrality in her line of sight. He crossed his legs and frowned.

"Koh-to-yah, little 'Soka," Plo said. "Why have you come before us today?"

"Koh-to-yah, Master Plo. And thank you for allowing me to speak with you on such short notice, Masters," Ahsoka said politely. She made a deep bow and stood with perfect posture, her hands clasped in front of her. "I wish that this was not necessary, but as a Jedi I am a mandated reporter of abuse. If I witness the mistreatment of a child, I must speak up."

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow, his ire easing. "What did you witness, dear?" he asked, the epithet slipping out automatically.

Her eyes slid onto him and he was immediately taken aback by how cold they were. "I need to report that there is a twelve-year-old human child being held in a maximum security prison facility alongside murderers, rapists, and violent criminals of all sorts right here on Coruscant," she said icily.

Obi-Wan's stomach dropped. He already knew who she was referring to, and cac, it should have been him reporting it. He'd completely forgotten about his encounter with Boba Fett. He had been so consumed with not just keeping his cover and managing Bane, but blocking the Force bond he shared with his Padawans in order to sell his death that Boba had simply slipped his mind. Force, the shock of seeing a twelve-year-old clone in the middle of supermax dissipated almost as soon as it had struck and Obi-Wan had just… left him there. He felt an alkaline knot of guilt twist around his belly.

There was a smattering of surprised gasps among the Councilors.

"Who is this child?" Depa demanded.

"What could he have possibly done to be imprisoned?" Ki-Adi-Mundi asked, bewildered.

Master Luminara shook her head. "We must contact the Guard at once, surely there was an error–"

Ahsoka held up a hand. "The boy is Boba Fett, Masters. After his failed attempt on Master Windu's life, he was sent to the Republic Judiciary Central Detention Center."

Looks of grim understanding passed between the Council members. Mace leaned forward. "He's in an adult prison?" he asked, anger coloring the edges of his voice. "Has he been there since he was taken into custody?"

"It would appear so, Master, yes."

Mace sank back, frowning severely. "I recommended leniency," he murmured, almost to himself. "The Chancellor assured me his age and his trauma would be taken into account. I believed he'd be sent to a juvenile facility at worst."

"As did I," Plo said heatedly. "Adult prison, for a child. This is not justice."

"Padawan Tano, find out this information, how did you?" Yoda asked, frowning.

"Well, Master," she said, turning, and Obi-Wan was slightly mollified to hear her address Yoda with the same frostbitten tone. She still hadn't forgiven him for Dogma. The clone was thankfully still alive, as Shaak-Ti had made enough of a fuss on Kamino to have gotten him imprisoned instead of immediately euthanized, but Ahsoka wouldn't be satisfied until he was back in the 501st. "I was viewing the helmet-cam footage from the prison riot that Master Kenobi participated in, and–"

"Is that footage not classified?" Ki-Adi-Mundi interrupted, frowning.

"The report is, but the footage was not, no," she said. "I watched it multiple times, and after I saw Master Kenobi fighting Boba I checked his report." Her eyes flicked onto him and then back to Ki-Adi-Mundi. "There's no mention of Boba in the non-redacted portions."

There was no mention of Boba in it at all, because Obi-Wan had forgotten about him like an idiot. His cheeks burned with embarrassment. A dozen heads turned and stared at him, and he'd never missed his beard more than he did at that moment.

"You fought Boba Fett?" Plo asked him sharply.

"Moralo Eval paid him to start a brawl with me in order to provide a distraction for his and Bane's escape," Obi-Wan said, staring at Ahsoka. She was very carefully studying her boots. He'd bought her those boots. "After I inserted myself into the escape party I… lost track of him."

"He is very small for his age," Ahsoka said with false sympathy. "I know you had bigger concerns at the time, Master Kenobi."

Obi-Wan's skin crawled like it was covered in ants. All of the extra blood rushing to his face was making his stubble itchier than ever.

"We will contact the Chancellor regarding Boba immediately, Ahsoka," Plo insisted, on the edge of his seat and visibly displeased. "We will ensure the boy is placed into a foster home and receives mind healing. Thank you for your diligence, and for bringing this injustice to our attention."

"Thank you, Master," Ahsoka said with a smile, then bowed to him. Obi-Wan felt irrationally jealous of the warmth in her tone. "But I am not sure that a foster home would be the best fit for Boba. He's young, but skilled at both combat and subterfuge. I'm concerned that he would escape and be at just as much risk on his own." She frowned. "He would likely seek out his father's old compatriots again."

"A fair concern," Kit conceded, his smile long gone.

"Do you have a suggestion?" Depa asked mildly.

Ahsoka clicked her heels together. "I would like to volunteer to serve as Boba's temporary legal guardian until I can reunite him with his family," she said solemnly.

The Council chamber went silent in surprise.

"You're only sixteen," Obi-Wan said faintly. "You can't–"

"Actually, as sixteen is the age of responsibility on Shili, I can," she said frostily. "I am a legal adult."

"It's seventeen on Coruscant," he argued. "You–"

"I believe that if I am trusted to lead a battalion of clone troopers into combat, I should be trusted to safeguard the well-being of a single child," she said, speaking over him. "And according to the most recent immigration statutes passed in the Senate, as a full, dual citizen of both worlds, I am actually considered a legal adult on Coruscant." She smiled at him, all teeth.

"Does he have a family?" Saesee Tiin asked. "I was under the impression that Jango Fett was a loner."

"I spoke with the older clones before coming to the Council, Master," Ahsoka said with perfect poise, and Force did it irritate Obi-Wan to see her use her manners for once. "They informed me that there were members of the Cuy'val Dar – that is, the Mandalorian trainers that Jango Fett recruited to train the clones for war – several of them were very close to him. Under the Mandalorian tradition, some could be considered family."

"What an excellent idea, Padawan," Plo said. "I would be grateful if you would come with me to meet with the Chancellor. I'm certain that you will be able to help me persuade him of the right course of action. We will seek out these Cuy'val Dar together, and reunite young Boba with what family remains to him."

Ahsoka bowed again. "It would be my honor, Master," she said sweetly.

Obi-Wan continued to silently seethe.

"Thank you again, Masters, for taking the time to speak with me," she said warmly, then her eyes flickered over to Obi-Wan. "I do hope that Master Kenobi is not censured too severely for failing to report such egregious abuse of a child. I'm certain he was simply preoccupied with his mission."

That was it. Ahsoka did not get to march into the Council chambers wearing boots that he had bought for her and humiliate him in front of his peers out of childish spite. Obi-Wan's hand slammed down onto the arm of his chair, startling everyone. "A word, Padawan," he said through gritted teeth.

"Of course, Master Kenobi," she said serenely.

He stood and led her brusquely from the Council chamber by her right bicep, ignoring the whispers of his fellow Council members behind them.

"An deach thu às mo chiall?" he hissed once the doors had closed and they had a spot of privacy. He released her arm and glared down at her. "Carson a tha thu a’ toirt eas-urram dhomh?"

"Apologies, Master Kenobi," Ahsoka said politely. "I didn't intend to publicly disrespect you."

He stared down at her. Her refusal to speak Maor-Grásta back to him hurt more than the silent treatment. That was their language. No one else at the Temple spoke the indigenous language of the planet crudely known as Stewjon, not even Anakin, though he had tried to teach him. "So this is how you're going to be, then?" he asked finally.

She blinked at him. "I'm not sure what you mean, Master."

"You damn well do," he snapped, and finally gave in to the urge to scratch his damn scalp. "This is childish of you, Ahsoka. You're better than this."

"Better than what?" she asked, cocking her head. "I've been nothing but polite, Master, but if you find my conduct unbecoming then I apologize. I will meditate on our interaction until Master Plo calls me to meet with the Chancellor." She bowed and turned to leave.

Obi-Wan caught her by the left arm and spun her back around. She hissed in pain and ripped her arm away.

"Please refrain from putting your hands on me, Master Kenobi," she said frostily.

Obi-Wan stared at her, knowing that if he asked what was wrong with her arm he'd get no answer. "I'm not putting my… Ahsoka, please, stop this."

"I'm not sure what you wish me to stop, Master."

"Stop acting like you've never met me before!" Obi-Wan said, raising his voice in frustration.

For just a second, her placid mask crumbled and he saw the devastation she was hiding underneath. The mask reappeared and she looked away, pursed her lips and shrugged. "Recent events have shown that I haven't, Master," she said quietly. "Not really."

Obi-Wan sagged and this time, he didn't stop her from walking away.

Ahsoka went through her mental checklist again. She couldn't muck this up. If she somehow pissed off Chancellor Palpatine or failed to convince him that Boba didn't belong in supermax, the kid was screwed.

"Do not be nervous, little 'Soka," Plo whispered, squeezing Ahsoka's right shoulder reassuringly. They sat together on a plush bench in a waiting area right outside the Chancellor's office.

"I can't help it, Master," she whispered back. "What if I make it even worse, somehow?"

"I would advise you, respectfully of course, to think of what your Master would not do and try that."

Ahsoka snorted. His aura was a little too gold with humor for the seriousness of the situation.

"Trust in the Force. We are in the right, here, and we know this."

She nodded. "Yes, Master."

"You may enter," one of Chancellor Palpatine's secretaries called from the doorway; a short, plump Human woman with black hair shorn down to the scalp and the pale skin of someone who worked and lived exclusively indoors.

Ahsoka took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then followed Master Plo to the Chancellor's office. He was still sitting at his desk, writing something with an electric pen that showed up as a language she didn't recognize on the left side of his desk.

"Master Koon," the Chancellor smiled, and bowed his head. "And Padawan Ahsoka. My, how you've grown since I last saw you! I must say, Anakin raves about you every time we meet. He is very proud of you."

"Thank you, Chancellor," Ahsoka said sheepishly, ducking her head. There was nothing specific about the Chancellor himself that put her on edge, it was the office. There was just something unnerving about it. The statues of the Four Sages seemed to watch her from their posts bordering the room, and some of the art vibrated weirdly in the Force. Nothing she could pin down, just off.

She peered down at the unfamiliar writing on the Chancellor's desk. "That's a beautiful script," she said, projecting her aura out over the room with green serenity-amiability. It helped block out the weird vibrations of his artwork. "I don't recognize it."

"It's the poet's script," the Chancellor said, his naturally violet aura gone blue with appreciation. "It's an old traditional practice on Naboo. It's never been a spoken language, but one used solely for the arts."

"That's fascinating," Ahsoka said, returning his smile. "Do you write poetry, Chancellor?"

He chuckled and looked down, darkening with humility. "Oh, I dabble," he confessed with a smile. "It's a bit self-indulgent, of course, but it calms my mind."

"Nonsense, Chancellor," Plo assured him. "It is good to know that even in this period of war and violence, our leader makes time to create something beautiful for the galaxy."

Ahsoka was impressed. Plo could give Ob– Master Kenobi a run for his credits when it came to schmoozing.

"Ah, well," the Chancellor shrugged, his smile widening. "I doubt you called for an emergency meeting to discuss my poetry, dear. What can I do for you?"

Ahsoka sat up straight. "There has been a grave miscarriage of justice, Chancellor," she said solemnly. "Boba Fett has been placed into supermax alongside adults instead of a juvenile facility. He is a Fett clone, yes, but totally unaltered. He ages at a normal rate, not the accelerated rate of the troopers." She adjusted her projection to include a yellow ribbon of pity. "He's only twelve, Sir. Every second he spends in that place his life, his- his bodily sanctity is at risk."

Chancellor Palpatine went gray with surprise. "Oh, goodness," he said, immediately swiping away his poetry and summoning Boba's file up to the holoscreen of his desk. "Let me see here– ah." His holoscreen filled up with copies of legal documents, medical records, and crime scene holopics. "It seems that the judge presiding over his case determined that he was too dangerous to be kept in a juvenile facility." He glanced at her. "I cannot say that I disagree. He is unnaturally skilled for a boy his age, from what I have heard. He killed a Marshall Commander."

"Respectfully, Chancellor, Commander Ponds was murdered by Aurra Sing. Boba could not pull the trigger," Master Plo gently corrected.

"I understand the risks, Chancellor," Ahsoka said. "I would like to volunteer to serve as his legal guardian until I can reunite him with his father's Mandalorian family."

The Chancellor's eyebrows almost hit his hairline. "Jango Fett had family?" he asked, going a lighter gray with shock.

"In the Mandalorian tradition of found family, yes," Ahsoka nodded.

"So young Boba would escape punishment for his crimes against the Republic?" the Chancellor asked after a moment of curt silence.

"Boba Fett is but a child, Chancellor," Plo said peacefully. "He was manipulated by individuals that were once acquainted with his father and they used his grief to their advantage. They abandoned him at the first opportunity."

The Chancellor nodded, thinking. "That may be so, Master Koon, but he did kill hundreds of his fellow clones through his actions."

"He did, Chancellor, that can't be disputed," Ahsoka said softly, projecting strong amber amenability at him. "But he's an orphan, and he's twelve. He's exceptionally vulnerable to manipulation by adults that knew his father. They're the only connection he has left to him."

"The cadets that he infiltrated reported that he seemed reluctant to leave them to their fate," Plo piped up. "While his quest was misguided from the start, his target was Master Windu. The loss of clone life and the destruction of The Endurance was wholly unintentional."

"While sabotaging the hyperdrive of The Endurance, he had an opportunity to end the life of clone trooper Rivers," Ahsoka added. "He spared his life and stunned him instead. We truly believe that if not for the presence of Aurra Sing, Castas, and Bossk, he never would have taken that step."

"So you propose instead that I pardon the one who killed hundreds of clone troopers, naval officers, and support staff on account of his age?" Chancellor Palpatine steepled his hands underneath his chin and looked at her sympathetically. "I'm sorry, my dear, but I cannot in good conscience do such a thing. Aside from the morality of it, the boy could wreak untold damage if he escaped your custody."

"I promise he won't!" Ahsoka exclaimed, leaning forward. "Please, Chancellor. I know he made a terrible error in judgment that cost many lives, but he's twelve."

"So you've said," the Chancellor said dryly, lowering his hands. "Ahsoka–"

Ahsoka impulsively reached across his desk and clasped his hands. "He needs rehabilitation, not a life sentence before it's even began," she said earnestly. She wouldn't go so far as to try and mind trick him, not with Plo right there, but her Empathy was stronger with physical touch. She let burnt-orange supplication roll down her arms and flow from her hands onto his. "Please, Chancellor," she said, popping her porg eyes. "Just give him a chance."

The Chancellor's aura flushed copper with affection-agreement. "You do make a compelling argument," he said fondly, withdrawing his hands after giving hers a squeeze. "The Great Negotiator has taught you well."

Ahsoka ducked her head with a small smile, trying not to let him feel the cold shock of hurt that Master Kenobi's nickname triggered.

"Very well." He raised his chin to look over Ahsoka's shoulder at his secretary. "Go fetch Commander Fox, please."

"Right away, Sir." The secretary scurried off and the Chancellor drew up a document.

"I shall grant Boba Fett a full pardon, effective immediately," he said, then glanced up at Ahsoka with a smile. He transferred something onto a datapad and handed it to her. It was a legal certificate declaring her the legal guardian of one Boba Fett.

Oh, kriff, she hadn't actually let herself believe that she'd get this far. She had a kid. She had a shabla kid. A shabla clone kid.

"Congratulations, my dear, it's a boy," he said with a small chuckle and a wink. "I do hope Anakin isn't too cross with you. I can't imagine that he expected to become a grandfather quite this early."

Ahsoka's stripes went hot. Her Master… was not going to be pleased with her, to put it lightly, but she just couldn't leave Boba in there a second longer than necessary if she could put a stop to it.

"Please, 'Soka, you have to get him out of there," Rex pleaded, staring at the screen with an aura gone stark white with shock-horror-outrage. "He's so little. They'll kill him, they'll– osik, what have they already done to him–"

She would have done it anyway, but Force if Rex's begging wasn't compelling. She'd break Boba out if she had to.

But really, Anakin was going to kill her once he got back from Toydaria with that Force-sensitive toddler.

"Commander!" Chancellor Palpatine said brightly over Ahsoka's shoulder. "Please escort Master Koon and Padawan Tano down to the detention center. Boba Fett is being released into her custody, effective immediately."

"Oh. Interesting. As you say, Sir," Fox said, then turned to Ahsoka and Plo. "Ready whenever you both are," he nodded.

"Take care, Ahsoka," Chancellor Palpatine said warmly, standing along with them. "And do be on guard with young Boba. From what I understand, the boy is quite crafty, despite his tender age."

"Oh I will, Chancellor, don't worry. I remember how much of a handful he was." Ahsoka bowed and tried to ignore the way the statues of the sages stared at her. "Thank you again. You've saved a life today."

"And my thanks as well, Chancellor," Plo added, bowing after her. "We appreciate your expediency."

"I wish you luck in your endeavor, my dear." Palpatine winked at her. "And don't be afraid to visit more often. I've got some stories about Anakin as a youth that you might enjoy."

Ahsoka's stripes flushed again and she picked at her thumb's cuticle.

"Alright, General, Commander. Let's get you over to the prison before sundown." Fox slung his carbine over his shoulder and led the way out.

Boba curled up tighter on his side, willing the pain in his sides to go away. After he'd jumped Hardeen it had been chaos. He wasn't sure if it was the guards or the other bastards he was locked in here with that had broken his ribs, but it didn't really matter. He needed to get better. He couldn't afford to look weak. Prison was worse than a jungle, at least an animal just killed you and was done with it. The predators here liked to play with their food, first.

"Come on, little man, come bunk with me. I know it gets cold at night, you must be shivering with only a lizard to keep you warm–"

At least in solitary Boba could focus all of his energy on healing instead of defending himself. He chewed on his split lip and readjusted his face against the wall so that his black eye was pressed directly against the cold surface.

"Time to go, Fett."

Boba was sitting upright and ready to respond in under a second. Nobody would know by looking at him that he was holding his breath so as not to scream from the pain. One meiloorun, two meiloorun, three meiloorun–

"Go where?" he asked after a few seconds, cool as a caniphant. Fox, on the other side of the bars, had two DC-17 sidearms, a DC-15A carbine, and two vibroblade hits sticking out from his gauntlets. Two pairs of cuffs hung from his belt next to a small canister of capsaicin spray.

Boba could get to the spray the easiest, kick the back of Fox's knee, twist his arm and grab the blaster–

"It's your lucky day, cyar'solus," Fox said, undoing the biometric locks on his cell.

"Don't call me that," he snapped. Damn it, Boba didn't want to go back to genpop yet, he was still too injured. The guards tried to watch out for him; some of them did, anyway, the ones who didn't hiss vod'kyramud when he passed them in the halls. Bossk usually stuck up for him but he was just one man. Boba already had a size disadvantage, but with his ribs fucked his speed suffered. He eyed the capsaicin spray at Fox's belt again. He'd get his ass kicked if he went for it, but they'd keep him in solitary longer. Fox had the frame of a gundark but he wasn't a shabuir, he would just give him another lump or two before locking his cell again instead of rebreaking things on purpose.

Fox snickered. "I'll call you whatever I want. Now face down on the floor, you know how this works."

Yeah, he did. Boba swallowed hard and carefully got on his belly, watching the canister of spray swing closer. The floor was hard but the cold felt good. He took a deep breath and prepared to make his move.

As if Fox knew what he'd been thinking, he walked around him in a wide circle and approached from behind before cuffing him. He pulled Boba to his feet, gentler than he expected. "You're being given a second chance, kid," he said quietly. "Don't kark it up."

"The fuck does that mean?" Boba asked faintly; even with Fox's careful grip, he wasn't able to draw in air properly with the way his ribs were screaming.

"You're getting out."

"What?" Boba tried to spin around and look at Fox, but he kept a firm hold of his cuffed hands and kept him from turning.

"Walk, squirt," Fox said in a bored voice.

Where was he going? Where were they sending him? It hit him then, what had to have happened; Aurra. He knew she wouldn't abandon him. She'd had to make a tactical retreat, that was all. Somehow she'd pulled in a favor or used her connections in the guild, or maybe even kidnapped a judge. He fought down a smirk as they walked past the other inmates, all howling and hissing and complaining about his special treatment.

He was foolish to have given up on Aurra. She really did care about him.

"Stand here." Fox started undoing the locks to the hall that led to the private interview rooms, the ones that prisoners used to meet with their attorneys.

Boba never had an attorney. He had gone through sentencing on his own.

"Alright, walk." Fox took him by the cuffs and shoved him forward through the door. "And be respectful."

"Respectful to who?" Boba grouched.

"Your new mum," Fox snickered, stopping in front of a door halfway down the hall. "Congratulations. You've been adopted."

Boba whipped his head up so fast that black spots appeared in his eyes. "I've been fucking what?" he squeaked.

Fox pushed him inside of the interview room while he was still reeling. Instead of Aurra, the two Jedi who had arrested him were waiting inside; a Kel Dor who towered over everyone, even Fox, and a scrawny orange Togruta with big blue bug eyes and two sabers on her belt. She was taller than he remembered.

"Koh-to-yah, Boba Fett," the Kel Dor said, bowing to him. "I am Jedi Master Plo Koon, and this is Padawan Ahsoka Tano."

"The fuck do you cunts want?" Boba spat, furious at himself for being so stupid that he thought Aurra would come for him. He was such a gullible di'kut. Of course she didn't really care. He was never anything but clout to her, just something of Jango's that she could show off.

The Tog blinked at him, obviously shocked. The little princess obviously wasn't used to bad language. "I, um, I…"

"Go ahead, Ahsoka," the Kel Dor said with a little pat on her back.

She took a deep breath, stepped forward, and then smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder. He felt the tension in his back muscles ease a little, weirdly enough. "I want to get you out of here, if that's alright with you."

"Why the fuck should I go anywhere with you?" Boba asked suspiciously, then backed up so he could keep the both of them in plain view. "You're the cunts who put me in here. Why do you care?"

"We never meant for you to be placed in a place such as this, young man," the Kel Dor said apologetically.

"We want to help you find your family, Boba," the Tog said earnestly.

"Are you both fucking stupid?" Boba snapped. "I don't have any family. The Jedi killed the only family I had."

The Tog and Kel Dor exchanged looks. "I know, Boba," the Tog said. "And I'm sorry for your loss."

Boba looked at his feet.

"Why don't we be on our way?" the Kel Dor suggested. "We have much to discuss, but there's no need to do so on an empty stomach. I find myself craving a milkshake."

"Oooh, I could go for a milkshake," the Tog said with her brow markings raised. "How about you, Boba?"

"I don't want a fucking milkshake, I want to know what's going on!" Boba said, backing up into Fox. He… he needed to get away from these people. They had some sort of weird plan for him, he was sure of it. What if they wanted to send him back to Kamino? Maybe they wanted to string him up in a lab and use him to make more of their precious troopers. Without Dad the longnecks couldn't make them like they used to, and Boba was a perfect copy. "What did Fox mean? He said I was going to meet my new mum, what did he mean by that?"

The Tog bit her lip and looked at him. "That, um, that would be me," she said sheepishly. "I… I'm your legal guardian."

"You're my legal guardian?" Boba stared at her. She looked barely older than him, though she was a lot taller than he remembered.

"Yep," she said happily, rocking back on her heels. "So, what do you say? Ready to go?"

Boba glanced up at Fox, who gave him a reassuring nod. "Not like I have a fucking choice, do I?" he asked sullenly.

"No, you don't," the Kel Dor – Koon, Boba remembered he said his name was – said gently. "But I imagine that you would choose to leave the Republic Judiciary Central Detention Center."

"Obviously," Boba said, frowning.

"So." Koon shrugged. "Shall we?"

The Tog smiled brightly at him. He realized that she was nervous, and for some reason that made him feel better.

"Fine." Boba rubbed his wrists after Fox unlocked his cuffs. Whatever. Fox didn't need to help him, he could do this on his own. He just had to stick with them long enough to get out of prison. The second the idiots turned their backs, he'd be out of there. Boba glanced up and met the Tog's nervous gaze. "But I'm not calling you fucking Mum."

Author's Notes:

MAOR-GRÁSTA TRANSLATIONS An deach thu às mo chiall?: Have you gone insane? Carson a tha thu a’ toirt eas-urram dhomh?: Why are you disrespecting me? MANDO'A TRANSLATIONS cyar'solus: beloved one, the clones' nickname for Boba since he was a special snowflake chosen baby (Thank you Squid_Ink 😘) shabuir: motherfucker vod'kyramud: brother-killer osik: shit OTHER NOTES Mace has a picture of all of his padawans and grand-padawans in his wallet and he shows everyone constantly. It's canon, George Lucas actually told me himself. Palpatine was pretty easy to convince, wasn't he? It's almost like he likes sowing discord between Anakin and his loved ones hmm odd yes very odd indeed Ponds was promoted for plot related purposes ✌️

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The poll is finished! Now for the infodump

Fallout AU Infodump Pt. 1

==Pt. 2 coming soon==

Jekyll was born and raised in the rural Scottish wasteland, bright eyed and intensely curious about the world around him. His talents in science were apparent from a young age and when a passing merchant mentioned an open vault that offered education to those that qualified the opportunity was quickly taken.

(Due to the fact that Fallout lore is primarily focused on the goings on in America and it’s themes around it being uniquely catered to its culture a lot of this will be my personal interpretations and hcs, it is subject to change)

Society in U.K. in the post nuclear apocalypse is somewhat intact, given its old but enduring infrastructure there’s a few settlements active in the area. London itself still remains as a city, albeit one with pockets of deadly radiation containing mutated rats, pigeons, insects, you name it. Due to the initial societal collapse at the end of the Great War and now the lack of fossil fuels the current culture of London has gone back in time to the Victorian era…with an apocalyptic twist of course. Streets lined with gas lamps now contain candles or certain glowing radioactive materials, markets now sell mutfruits, tatos, mole rat meat, you name it. But one of the important aspects of the city keeping it together is it’s open vault nestled in the upper class neighborhoods (a gift from the U.S. government to the British government) with its stable infrastructure, education, and resources. With something as valuable as this those who stepped foot in the vault were vetted before they could enter and those permitted to live there permanently even more-so.

Robert Hastie was a hard working wastelander, working his way to becoming a prolific merchant and eventually earning a place within a vault and starting a family. His son Lanyon was born and raised in the vault, living a quite literal sheltered life with privileges that those who lived outside could only dream of. He expected to coast through life as a doctor (a highly valued profession in such a place) and thinking that his classes would be a breeze. It was not. And that’s when he bumped into a rather roguishly handsome young man by the name of Henry Jekyll. Henry was granted temporary visitation in order to learn everything that he could about science with a hungry mind, utterly captivated by the well maintained prewar relic he was studying in.

In exchange for tutoring Lanyon Jekyll would hear many stories from him of what life was like the vault and even some information and stories he’s heard about what it was like before the war. Lanyon taught him how to speak in a proper British accent, how to dress well, how to use his charm, and they would grow closer and closer. A relationship like theirs was not meant to be in the vault, nor was it looked upon favorably in the city outside, so it was kept behind closed doors and lingering looks and late nights together…until it all came crashing down.

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So i Made this short Star wars comic? Its made like one of those old episode comic issue so the story would continue in the next issue. Thats why It ends when it gets interesting. It started of with the last page which I really liked so i wanted to turn it into something bigger. So it started of as an little cute star wars tribute adventure with Luke Skywalker.

However I don't like coming up with adventures for characters that already exist. Especially not for characters such as Luke Skywalker in this case who already have such an established storyline. I am not saying you shouldnt do it, actually the opposite, its just personally I think you limit yourself quite a lot on what you can do.. SO. SO I made my own bootleg version of Star wars where I can make whatever I want and nobody can tell me its not canon ( or sue me)! That is also the reason why some of the stuff is so obviously of differant designs than it should be. ( Like the sand crawler looking like the hotdog truck! ) Its called SPACE SKIRMISH and this is the adventures of Luc Himmelwanderer! A brave young Gäddaj warrior on his quest to find his lost Robot! Gäddaj is btw the funniest pun I ever come up with. Because in Swedish the name for the fish Pike. Is Gädda. And the word Jedi sounds just like gädda but you added a J. One of my super best friends even got a tato of the original one I made several years ago!

#star wars #luke skywalker #jedi #sand crawler #scifi #gäddaj #luc himmelwanderer #space skirmish #comics

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Roman Bondarchuk's Volcano (Vulkan, 2018)

Well-known Ukrainian documentarian Roman Bondarchuk rose to fame with the medium-length Euromaidan. Rough Cut (2014), which he co-directed and which was screened at the IDFA. One year later, his first feature-length documentary, Ukrainian Sheriffs [+], received the IDFA’s Special Jury Award. With his most recent documentary, Dixie Land [+], Bondarchuk returned to his native province of Kherson to follow a children’s jazz band. His fiction feature debut, Volcano [+], uses the same region as its setting and has enjoyed its world premiere in the East of the West competition at the 53rd Karlovy Vary International Festival.

As he is driving through the immense steppe in the south of Ukraine, 35-year-old Lukas (Serhiy Stepansky), who is working as an interpreter for an OSCE mission, gets lost. He abandons his group in order to search for help, but when he returns, the car and everyone else is missing. With no place to go, Lukas will seek shelter in a small nearby town. There, he gains the trust of an eccentric local, Vova (Viktor Zhdanov), who lives with his young daughter Marushka (Khrystyna Deilyk) and his despotic mother. After accepting Vova’s hospitality, Lukas is captivated by the absurdity and bizarreness of the region and its inhabitants. While still struggling to escape, he is faced with a series of extreme situations but also has time for introspection and to pursue a state of true blissfulness.

In his fiction debut, Bondarchuk makes use of many of the elements that were staples of his documentary work. He sets his story in a rural area that is practically a no man’s land, where there is a thin line between tragedy and comedy. Considering the vivid overexposure of his heroes’ characters, most of which are played by actual locals, the movie could easily have descended into a farce. Instead, the director decides to present his story in an accurate and – thanks to Vadym Ilkov’s cinematography – vibrantly realistic way. In conjunction with the serious approach to all of the events, a documentary feeling underpins the whole movie, even when the narration reaches the boundaries of pure fantasy.

This journey through paranoia in the steppe is almost just as absurd for Bondarchuk, as Volcano feels semi-autobiographical. He’s originally from Kherson, but his Kyiv upbringing makes him as much of a stranger as Lukas. Furthermore, the hero, portrayed in an awkwardly affecting way by acclaimed sound designer Stepansky – known for his collaboration with Myroslav Slaboshpytskyion The Tribe [+] – in his first acting role, is the same age as the director, is a passer-by and is embarking on a similar inner quest. In parallel, Ukraine is going through a similar experience.

Bondarchuk started developing Volcano ten years ago, initially with his wife, Dar’ya Averchenko, along with Alla Tyutyunnyk, who also co-wrote the script, as most of the heroes are based on the writers’ relatives from the region. Everything was shot in the town of Beryslav, perched on the banks of the River Dnieper and just one hour north of Crimea. During the film’s development, events of immense historical importance occurred, including the “revolution of dignity”, the annexation of Crimea and the War in Donbass.

Volcano manages to tread the narrow path where fantasy intersects with reality, and both coexist in harmony. By offering just a glimpse, Bondarchuk beckons the viewer into this parallel and enchanting universe of the undiscovered New East, which can still be enticing without being scary.

Volcano is a Ukrainian-German-Monegasque co-production by Olena Yershova (Tato Film) with Tanja Georgieva-Waldhauer (elemag pictures GmbH), Michel Merkt (KNM), and Dar’ya Averchenko (South), and it was funded by the Ukrainian State Film Agency and the MDM Fund. German sales agent Pluto Film is handling the world sales.

https://eefb.org/perspectives/roman-bondarchuks-volcano-vulkan-2018/

trailer: https://youtu.be/reYcx5ZXbPE

#roman bondarchuk #volcano #vulkan #2018 #cinematic still #film #still

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manuscripts-dontburn · 1 year

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(aka the month in which I listened to a lot of audio books while doing jigsaw puzzle)

House of Hollow

Author: Krystal Sutherland

First published: 2021

Rating: ★★★★☆

I correctly predicted the biggest twist about halfway through, but no matter, this was a thrilling and engaging read! I am not big on body horror, but this worked and had the perfect mix of creepy and mysterious. Really enjoyed myself. Giving it four stars because I am not sure about repeat value, but I can see myself picking it up again in the future and finding out.

Anežský klášter v Praze

Author: Helena Soukupová

First published: 2011

Rating: ★★★★★

Pomineme-li komplex bombastického Pražského hradu, je Anežský klášter pravděpodobně nejvýznamnější středověkou budovou v Praze a tato kniha jasně ukazuje, proč. Toto nádherné místo, které přestálo staletí a všechny nešetrné rány, které mu byly uštědřeny živly i lidmi, i dnes vyzývá k zamyšlení, zastavení a modlitbě. Genius loci je tu tak silný, že jej jistě musí pociťovat i lidé vnímající náboženství jen jako historický přežitek. Helena Soukupová předkládá v této knize svoji zjevnou lásku k osobnosti a dílu Anežky Přemyslovny s vědeckou precizností, ale zároveň stylem, který je čtivý i pro méně znalé. Publikace překypuje detailními fotografiemi (monochromatickými i barevnými).

Pandora

Author: Susan Stokes-Chapman

First published: 2022

Rating: ★★★★☆

While this was pitched to me as the retelling of the Pandora myth - it is not. It merely uses the ancient story to lay out a rather delicious mystery with hints of the supernatural. I found myself more interested throughout than I had expected!

Compendium of Marian Devotions

Author: Ed Broom

First published: 2022

Rating: ★★★★★

There are two reasons why you might want to read this book: 1) you are a devout Catholic 2) you are interested in Catholicism (no matter your other spiritual leanings) In the first case the books gives you some good affirmations, provides details about apparitions and other dogmas of marianology. In the second, it gives you a clear glimpse into why Mary is so important to Catholics. It is richly and beautifully illustrated and also lists some of the most common Marian prayers.

Unraveller

Author: Frances Hardinge

First published: 2022

Rating: ★★★★☆

Another vividly imaginative adventure from Frances Hardinge. This one felt a bit too long, to be completely honest, but her writing is still wonderful and I would kill to have so many original ideas as she does!

The Nickel Boys

Author: Colson Whitehead

First published: 2019

Rating: ★★★★★

... because 2023 is obviously the year I choose to cry over books and love it (though apparently "loving" is not really an appropriate word for appreciating this topic).

O lásce

Author: Anton Chekhov

First published: 1976

Rating: ★★★☆☆

Mé první setkání s Čechovem dopadlo velmi dobře v tom ohledu, že jeho styl je nesmírně čtivý a dobrý. Trochu horší je fakt, že některé z těchto devíti povídek vlastně nemají konec, či je ten konec příliš náhlý a čtenáře zanechá velmi, velmi nespokojeného.

The Wrath to Come: Gone with the Wind and the Lies America Tells

Author: Sarah Churchwell

First published: 2022

Rating: ★★★★★

Absolutely frikkin fantastic and important! I read Gone with the Wind when I was 19 and liked it, but I also really cared for the "love" story between the characters and pretty much viewed the rest as a backdrop I could gloss over. (for context I am a white European from a country that never had any colonies, never participated in the slave trade, and our own ancestors who were serfs were liberated in the 1780s. Moreover, the American civil war was more or less a footnote in our history classes.). I have seen the movie more than once though (again focused on Scarlett and Rhett rather than anything else) and liked it a lot. I began to realize the whole thing was problematic later, but I had no idea just how problematic and downright awful it really was until reading this book. Aa Churchwell herself says, we should not scratch the book out of our minds nor ever screen the movie again, but we should be mindful of the realities it shows (of the past and the present) and view it as evidence of delusion and mindset. That way Gone with the Wind can be redefined from the great American novel to a learning experience and a warning. Will we learn though? Our ancestors did not.

Hester

Author: Laurie Lico Albanese

First published: 2022

Rating: ★★★★☆

An interesting and more than capable debut, beautifully written and quite ambitious. Besides trying to capture an experience of a person with synesthesia and trying to create a story that inspired one of the most famous classic books, she also attempts to encompass the witch trials and slavery in the US. She mostly succeeds, though the beginning felt a bit too slow for me, and from time to time I kept wondering whether some of the plotlines were unnecessary. Loose threads, so to speak :)

The Dance Tree

Author: Kiran Millwood Hargrave

First published: 2022

Rating: ★★★☆☆

Kiran Millwood Hargrave poured her pain into this book and for a while, I was considering not rating it because of that, however, in the end, this IS a piece of fiction, no matter how intimate and personal to the author. I am used to the quality writing by Hargrave and she does not falter here, unfortunately, the book is just incredibly depressing and thus difficult to read. The main problem is the lack of a plot while all attention is given to minute details of the main character´s aching heart. Everything else, including the dancing plague and the other character´s subplots, is merely touching the edges of her mind - and being in that mind is really, really difficult for a reader. This one is definitely a manifesto of pain and a book I respect, but I will not be reading it again.

Magic Flutes

Author: Eva Ibbotson

First published: 1982

Rating: ★★★☆☆

Please I beg of you: do yourself a favour and STAY AWAY from the audiobook narrated by Kate Lock who has a pleasant voice but for whatever reason decided to turn every single character into an impossibly annoying cartoon. Just AWFUL. That said, this is a book I kind of enjoyed with all its clichés (and there are MANY) and in spite of many a wince-worthy description of secondary characters. It could be because I needed something sweet and nice after a bunch of books about the holocaust, miscarriages, and slavery. It is a fairy-tale, complete with a princess, a rag-to-riches protagonist, an empty-headed lady villain, class prejudice, and naive views of days gone by.

She and Her Cat

Author: Makoto Shinkai

First published: 2013

Rating: ★★★★☆

If you love cats, this is definitely a book to pick up when you feel sad. I found it to be very wholesome if a little basic.

A Village in the Third Reich

Author: Julia Boyd, Angelika Patel

First published: 2022

Rating: ★★★★★

Having read a lot about the horrors of WW2, on the battlefield, in occupied territories, and of course, in the concentration camps, my question has always been: who were these people following Hitler so blindly? The SS I understood to be evil and power-hungry individuals, but how is it possible that the German nation actively elected the Nazis and lived by their hateful rhetoric? Julia Boyd tries to show how the Hitler era impacted the "ordinary" Germans living in a backwater area and manages to paint a vivid portrait of the village existence from the 1933 elections to the aftermath of the war, which left them with nothing. I am still not sold on the author´s assumption that even among the Nazis there were "decent" people (since one kind of belies the other), but I think that the sense of community with interpersonal conflicts, differences of views, varying desires and selfish interests has been captured perfectly in this book.

Russia at Play

Author: Louise McReynolds

First published: 2002

Rating: ★★★☆☆

W hile far from uninteresting, this is more of a thesis than a book, if you know what I mean. Touching on the fascinating topic of how the Russians pre 1917 spent their free time and how entertainment culture was shaped (and shaped the public in response), it is very dry with run-on sentences. I would also recommend having a thesaurus nearby.

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

Author: Betty Smith

First published: 1943

Rating: ★★★★★

A sleepy afternoon with the hot sun deflecting off of pavement, with the quiet bustle of a city for a company. That was the feeling I had while reading this book. And in spite of the fact it depicts poverty and hardship, it also captures perfectly and vividly the joy of childhood, which can be magical if only you have a place to stay and people who love you. I loved returning to the Nolan family every day.

A Darker Shade of Magic

Author: V.E. Schwab

First published: 2015

Rating: ★★★★☆

Not bad, not bad, but I guess I have expected more world-building and little more depth to the plot, since the books are so beloved and the concept is really wonderful. Let´s see if the rest of the series changes my mind.

Alice: The Girl From Earth

Author: Kyr Bulychev

First published: 1985

Rating: ★★★★★

An absolute delight of a book! Fast-paced, adventurous, full of great ideas and, a bit unexpectedly - even humour! If you are worried this is a "soviet propaganda" book, you need not worry. Besides a passing mention od the 1st of May parade on the Red Square, there is really nothing political - unless a dream of a better world is a political one.

The Fall of Númenor

Author: J.R.R. Tolkien, Christopher Tolkien

First published: 2022

Rating: ★★★★★

These books and stories are still as beautiful and fascinating as they seemed when I first stumbled upon them.

We Are All So Good at Smiling

Author: Amber McBride

First published: 2023

Rating: ★★★★☆

This is one of those books that feel important simply because in spite of all the fantastical elements in it, it touches the raw nerve of everybody who has ever struggled with depression or any other similar mental state. I felt that the language fluctuated between gorgeous and "needs a bit more work" in places, and it took a little while before I truly fell into pace with the story. The more it progressed, though, the more invested I was. One thing I have to note: I listened to this as an audiobook narrated by the author. And I never would have guessed it was meant to be "poetry". That was something I only found out later when looking up some info. I just thought the format was... a little strange. Still functional n what it wanted to say. Also, the book cover is incredibly beautiful!

#booklr #wrap up #February 2023

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How i meet your mother and the story of how Arya Maxson was concieved - Chapter 14

As promised, the first two oneshots, deleted. Will reupload them soon.

If you are very very very delighted with one fic and want a continuation I didn’t write or post you can donate me at least $5 bucks, most of this fics have next chapters I don’t finish because lack of motivation but hey a $5 is a $5, I see a few reviews and comments that fics that are abandoned months laters receive comments of wanting to know what happens next. Here it is, I finished my handling with you all, enjoy the fic

Nora was sewing some socks when they came to tell her about the usual ventibird that arrived at dinner time wow didn’t expect it after yesterday even at all. She yawned and go downstairs to meet him.

She saw him coming out from the distance, already moving off from the fuss and noise the ventibird raised along with the sand and dirt running from the bustle, soldiers standing behind in the vehicle, poor people, yesterday they stand there abandoned as their elder moved underground and then was driven all around the wastelands night incapable of knowing what was going out, they must find out that when someone from the citadel radio them to come back because there was no elder to pick up, he runned away.

They walk against the other as Nora approached him.

-I didn’t think you were coming today elder –but as soon she was one meter in front of him he pulled her from the waist and the neck with his arms, Nora panicked but quickly he had his lips over hers in a rough, painful and forced kiss.

Even the position of her legs bended and waist inclined hurt a lot.

He had her on his claws like that famous photo of the sailor kissing the nurse, you know, the war celebration photography.

It was uncomfortable, and painful, and his big nose was pressed against her check. Also she didn’t like the way he was holding her head and neck, it make her squeak in pain in her insides, after a few forced seconds when she noticed he wasn’t going to do anything more than just weird kiss her she relaxed and stopped fighting and moving, just drop her arms and let herself do until he surrender and stop doing that.

When he noticed her more calm and non confrontational although he understand where it came from since she wasn’t precisely a passive woman towards danger and they still have some tiny little problems in that area…dropped her, holding more soft on her waist and back to hold her and keep her in foot

-Arthur –he said looking into her eyes. She looked at him confused with her eyes all red from the lack of air –call me Arthur

But they were in public. In front of the soldiers.

Oh my god he kissed her in front of the soldiers, for prolonged time. That was a display of power.

Her cheeks also blushed, she must look like a tato right now.

-You…-she mumble but then he took her chin with his entire hand, moving her head around. Nora didn’t like that gesture, the pressure of his fingers on her cheekbones didn’t feel nice until he saw to his light blue eyes.

And oh my gosh her panties almost dropped. He looked hot, didn’t do anything different with his appearance but still look hot.

-Shall we go upstairs? –he said and she nodded, lips dry expectant of everything that could happen.

But Arthur didn’t wait until they were in her apartment. The elevator was slow after all and it was a long way until the last floor. It was now incredibly clean and illuminated, the reflective sheeting on the mirrors had fallen off in many areas but now the mirrors shine like never before, without a single trace of dirt or stains, not even streaks of cleanliness, impeccable, the same with the upholstery of the walls and floors, the cleanest which could have been something from 200 years ago since the last time it had a service.

He corner her against the nearest wall, and Nora sighted in surprise, taking the opportunity he get his tongue inside her open mouth and suck it, making her moan inside their mouths, feeling the woman melt between his arms.

What was this? It passed a while since they had intimacy due to…several aggressive episodes between them that should really dry the terrain but…in the moment she placed a hand on his chest she felt his heart running a race, was he really that grateful for yesterday gift?

Or maybe exited? Was he a car guy?

But in anyway she relaxed her shoulders and fingers, why not? She had a lot in her head lately, and if he take the initiative she could enjoy a good time. Maybe he was even more pent up than her.

When Noras arms wrapped around his back his chest pushed hers against the wall, making her back press against it, moving his hands to her hips, playing with the fabric of the dress as he keep raising it, leaving her mouth to see her legs coming into view, her long thinn legs.

As their torsos were pressing together she could feel his cock getting hard even on top of the black suit and that turned her on. Arthur really desired her body, she wasn’t just a cunt to impregnate and she could see it.

He kissed again almost devouring her mouth, his hands getting underneath the fabric going directly to grop and massage her asscheeks, playing with the flesh and going dangerously close to her entrance which make her legs twitch entirely. That’s when Nora pick up his face with both hands holding his cheeks to kiss him, and that response of her make his cock even harder.

Once her tongue gets inside his mouth sucking the walls of his cheeks a hand leave his face to start unbuttoning the front of her dress, and at feeling the movement there he became even more aroused.

When his hand was about to go inside her pantys the elevator sound the ring that indicated that they arrived to the floor they wanted, and the doors quickly open.

Of course there had to be someone at the door, Arthur turned his head while Nora hide in his chest, she trusted him to cover her and he will.

-Shit –she mumble hiding between the flaps of his coat.

-Good evening –said Arthur to the man in the door, he looked oddly familiar, was his name Edgar?

Of course the man get all nervous, didn’t expect a couple making up in the elevator. It wasn’t difficult to imagine who she was after all in that floor only lived a few people…

Arthur raised her by the thighs, feeling the armor belts pressing the skin making soft folds that were very pleasant to touch before the neighbor's incredulous look, he carried her to the door of her apartment. Obviously she was going to be recognized if they went to the door of her home, but right now it didn't matter too much. She got off his hands and opened the door with her keys, caring little about the neighbor who watched the hurried couple locking themselves behind the doors.

The next time Nora and Edgar cross in an elevator it was going to be uncomfortable for sure.

But as soon they cross the door and shut it with a loud harsh sound Arthur took her by the waist with both hands while she laughed, even with the skirt of her dress up and like a complete mess he raised her like she weights nothing and sat her ass on top of a near table. Nora didn’t loose time and open her legs looking into his eyes.

Gosh the view was amazing, the armor in her legs was hot despite robbing him space to touch her soft thighs. A hand of her keep opening the front of her dress while keeping his gaze on him, a boob inside the bra peaking out while the shoulders of the dress falls, showing also some armor there

His hands moved to the sides of her hips, sneaking his fingers slowly to touch the skin of her ass again while getting closer, pulling her closer to him, Nora opening her legs more and raising her knees up to stick both crotchs together and when both hotpoints meet they moaned, he didn’t expect to be received with her hot wetness.

Good.

-You are too elder dressed again –she said closing her eyes, moving her hands up to take off his coat down his arms while her hips moved as she can, the pose wasn’t completely comfortable for her to move but right now she needed as little friction as possible and more.

His hips pushed forward as his chest moved a bit more over her.

-I will fuck you senseless tonight –when he said that her body twitched in a pleasurable way, her hands still working on the belts and zippers of his neck and chest

-You kiss me in front of the soldiers –she said with her eyes still closed, pulling harder on the belt of his neck to open it, his head loosing the flow of blood for a moment

-I want everyone to see what im eating –she hummed and keep moving, loving the pressure on her clit even with the panties on.

-And what is the elder devouring? –oh gosh her voice sounded hot and it felt so good down there too, even if she had the hard time moving sitting on the table she will do it because she wanted him so bad.

-The most strong and bold woman the wastelands ever see –once the belt of his neck was off she pulled down the zipper and continue with the shoulders and waist.

-Did you really liked my present that much elder? –the smirk on her lips was replaced with a loud moan once he pushed his hips against her core.

-Arthur –he said and press again, now using one of her hands to hold on her hip and move her closer- call me Arthur –again, he trusted, and she twitched completely, moaning outloud, her hands holding on the belts with her life-what did I say? –he trusted again- Arthur

-Arthur –she repeated moaning and then he started moving again, her hands working faster on the belts.

-Again –the other hand also grab the side of her hip to move her to the edge of the table, now placing his hard cock on her soaking panties.

-Arthur –the shoulders were free, so he take off his arms from the suit as she keep moving her hips by her own –Arthur…-she moaned and then he grab her hips again with his arms now free soaking in sweat-Arthur! –was she close? Or just asking for more? –Arthur! –anyway he keep moving as she was working on the belts of his waist

-More? –he ask thrusting harder, and then, finally, the waist of his suit was free, Nora quickly stand to push down the suit and his underwear on his legs, taking his hard cock between her fingers. Oh gosh he was soaking in precum.

-Panties off –she pleaded pulling with her other hands the hairs of his chest making him groan, she didn’t have to ask twice, his hands worked to move her legs up from the knees at his side, and then, with her ass in front of him, moved down her soaked pantys, gasping looking at the transparent strings of fluid coming out.

He picked up her waist and pulled her closer, his cock going directly to slide and grope between her legs and entrance, sighting and moaning as the air deflates his chest, sliding and moving between her sticky heat.

-I wanna ride you so bad.

-Take me to bed –she pleaded and didn’t need to say more.

In no time Arthur was naked on bed thrusting into her, holding her hips as a savage mare, Nora was in four receiving, with her bra still on and the armor still attached to her shoulders, arms and thighs. It was hot, so hot.

A boob trapped and the other jumping along his trust outside the bra also.

Why did they stopped doing this? If they are so perfect together, if they connect so good? He didn’t realize how much he craved for this again.

Her back was long and slim, nicely shaped, beautiful and feminine even with the scars and sunburns from her almost 11 years in the wastelands. She surely changed so much from who she was before but still she was so much a prewar woman, some other kind of human different from what he tasted before. So much better. And he was having a child with her.

His hands travel down to her asscheeks and hold them, still moving his hips and getting deeper, she was wet, soft and hot in the insides, the wet sounds were doing a mess on his head.

-Im coming tomorrow and the next days for this –he mumble squeezing the soft skin of her asscheek, making her moan louder when he gave a loud smack.

-You are hitting the right spot –Nora was very vocal, if she need to give instructions she will do it, she was used to manage situations an managing a man into making her cum was not something she had problem with- Don’t stop –it was a goddam priority.

-If you cant keep up with me im riding your ass –a shiver ran completely through her back and he could feel it in his hand- are you ready?

Ohmygoshmygoshmygosh.

A sudden but powerful heat take all over her body, yesyesyesyeyseysyeyse.

-Im so close! –it’s a deal then, he was going to break that pretty ass today.

He was fine fine fine the little trick he did while traveling on the ventibird was doing its thing, his heart a bit accelerated but that wasn’t really a problem, his idea was working wonderfully

His body was also on fire, his chest closing and his head almost exploding, surely the blood was going down there but wasn’t it worthy? It was it was, a heartstroke right now wouldn’t kill him…it would kill him but wasn’t this a perfect moment to just die? Riding and filling her with his cock, the way it disappeared inside her heart shapped ass was too much to handle even if he wanted to look forever, it put him on the edge even if he cant actually cum right now.

Something deep inside him wanted to pull from the back of her bra like it was a leash for a mare but right now she was busy and didn’t want to interrupt, she was building and orgasm only with his cock and oh my the way her insides were squeezing him made him roll his head backwards, almost loosing control

Her back and head lower against the bed as her ass raised, opening more her legs to the sides, taking him all entirely, he place his fingers under the joint between her torso and her legs, securing to start pounding harder, so hard that even he felt the rumbling of his body against hers, the force and movement pushing against her skin.

In just seconds he had her under his chest scratching the sheets screaming, bathing his cock with her fluids, almost taking him out with her slick but no, Arthur secured himself lowering his hips wanting to feel her orgasm working on top of his cock.

She looked like a mess, screaming disheveled all sweaty and lost in pleasure, mouth open with little strings of saliva going down.

Gosh riding a woman orgasming was the best, so much was happening inside there and he could feel it all.

Still, he keep thrusting inside and Nora started moaning again, loud, consumed, tired but in complete extasis. A hand sneak under her chin and grabbed her by the neck while the other pushed her hips against his, making his sweaty chest and her back meet, he keep moving as his lips found her cheeks to leave kisses, making her hum in the insides until she was too damn sensitive to keep taking it and started screaming again, it was an uncomfortable pleasure, not painful but difficult to keep on.

-I guess I don’t have to worry about lube –he said and she take some air, trying to recompose with her eyes shut

-At least with the fingers…-when she said that he pulled out and she had a feeling of emptiness all suddenly

-Copy –but it was quickly satisfied with two of his fingers, it wasn’t the same of course, neither the same size or sensation but she had grow so much to have him inside like it was just natural for them to do it…

A hand of Arthur was fingering her, sliding and going inside in her soft and wet entrance over and over, the other hand catch the boob off her bra and started playing with her hard nipple. Nora hastn open her eyes, didn’t need to, he was doing it just fine

-Its been a while since I have something inside there…-she said and oh my that make his boner twitch in exciment.

-That means ill have to start slowly are you alright? –she nodded and slowly moved her legs down, falling, sitting in the bed as his fingers accompany her- relax and let me work okay? –again, she nodded, apparently had a really good orgasm to be this submissive and relaxed already –hips up, I wanna see

Even with her eyes closed, she kneeled and raised her ass, opening her legs, Arthur almost whistle, what a nice view.

His fingers abandoned her insides but they were wet and soaked, the first thing he did was massage a bit her button of flesh, touching slowly, menacing with pressing with a bit more of strength and push inside for some moments, but she wasn’t tensing at all luckily. Then the pad of his sticky finger pressed a bit more, opening, gosh it was so hot an thigh, it was eating his finger and it was so good.

Arthur had a severe pain on his boner, this was a teasing so hard to endure but so good and necessary to see, there’s no way he would miss-

The finger felt brave and moved inside, sliding until he couldn’t more, now she tensed, her spine and waist tensed all the way up but his other hand hold her in her place, caressed the little of skin he can touch to make her know he got her

She had an uncomfortable face that’s true, but slowly the finger started to move and work her insides, slowly stretching, she was taking it so good just for him.

Gosh now his dick truly hurt, he wanted to touch himself but nono, she needed him now.

Once the way was easier to move in and out, even taking it all outside and putting it again just fine, he started playing with the second finger, making her the idea that a second was going inside too, touching the edges of her ring while the other finger keep thrusting.

The man lick his lips and when he noticed that the second fingers could start sliding inside with the pads he started to work her way inside, now, she grunted annyoyed, uncomfortable. The hand on her hip keep caressing, trying to diffuse the attention from the burden sensation of being opened

-Gosh there goes the second –she whined a bit and grunted when effectibly the second finger moved inside along the other

-Im going to replace them with my cock in no time yes?

-Yeah –she responded.

It was true it wasn’t common to have anal sex, nothing to say that other practices were more quick and easy to prepare of course but now it didn’t matter, they meet each other in bed enough to start doing this and stop casual.

When the second finger slided just fine along with the first one, he tried to open a bit, like a scissor, and she screamed, a bit on suffering and surprise. That sent a wave of heat from his crotch to his neck, evolving him.

He thrusted a bit his fingers inside, for a while, moving in and out, changing in speeds and strength, somethings pushing more inside and some others pressing more, changing intensitys until he felt like he cant hold anymore, the view was too much, so he stand on his knees and hold her side, in the moment she felt his thights against her asscheeks she prepared herself mentally, alright, its okay, she can do this

-Here I go okay? –once she nodded he quickly made the change taking out both fingers and pushing his cock inside in no time, and now he screamed moaning outloud –oh gosh so tight –his head felt like floating in the middle of hot water- so warm –he couldn’t possibly getting dizzy just for this but he wasn’t so sure about the control of his body with the thing he swallow before to hold on this night…

Nora can feel it, a big difference between his fingers and dick but she felt prepared, it wasn’t less painful or uncomfortable but the size change wasn’t so drastic at least, and she liked how he also was hot and steady inside her, unlike his fingers that bended now this was so hard…

-You can move –she mumble and he looked at her surprised and highly amused, oh my god she was asking for more hothothothothot. Both hands hold the join between her torso and legs and use them again as support to start trusting, this time slowly, he didn’t want to loose control and pull out by accident, nono he wanted to control himself to keep looking and supervising her faces. He was a gentleman.

But oh it was so good, she was so thigh despite being stretched, her walls were squeezing and closing around him giving him jolts of pleasure, moaning loud and Nora loved it, loved hearing his sounds of pleasure because he was enjoying her body, it was so masculine and sexy, it makes her even wetter. No. It creates a need in her, a fire raising between her legs, making her hard clit ask to be touched and managed.

A hand of her sneak between her legs and started to play with her clit, slowly, touching with the pads of her fingers, nothing too much, just playing, touching slowly long, sliding the pads with her slick around, tapping on her button, moving up and down between her clit, playing with the slick downthere and moving it up, so good.

At seeing that he gained confidence, and started moving harder, trusting harder, penetrating deeper, holding with more strength to move her around. One of his eyes get lots on the boob that was off the bra, moving along with their hips and oh my gosh nononono he wanted to pick it but it wouldn’t be gentle with her to move all around in her first of this night. He was feeling his dick getting harder inside and he didn’t think that was even possible, it may not be true and maybe his suggested mind was playing some tricks, giving him more sensitivity or awareness over his body but oh my it was good.

-I want to see your hole dripping with my seed –when she heard that a heat surrounded her entire body, robbing her a gasp, thinking on why breathing became so difficult to do? But no

-Are you coming? –she ask, now feeling even more excited than before.

-Do you want me? Do you want my seed? –oh gosh he was going to make her talk.

-Yes!

-Say it –he said thrusting hard, faster- I want to hear you

-I want your cum –when she look back to see at him she loose another breath oh yes he looks so hot on top of her.

-Where? –oh gosh this was surely a breeding kink, alright. She can talk, it was hot with him.

-I want your cum inside elder!

But when he heard that he snapped, and grabbed her hips harder, burying his fingers on her skin.

-Arthur! –he repeated while moving his hips, loosing breath and concentration for a moment, there was a dangerous sensation on his chest growing- call me Arthur!

Obviously Nora was so turned on too, drops of slick falling to the sheets as she moved her fingers between her legs also –Arthur cum inside me! I want it!

And he wasn’t joking, he was indeed building an orgasm

He was so inflated and swollen like he never felt before but truth is he never fucked a woman which he has so good chemistry before, and the mother of his children this was just perfect.

She was also, building an orgasm too with her fingers.

-Im close

-Do it, I need it –she didn’t know if she was blocked or what but maybe the only thing that would unlock an orgasm right now after teasing so much with it will be his cum.

And when he spilled inside groaning and almost crying of effort, she cum too, a soft but pleasurable orgasm with her fingers triggered by the feeling of his hot liquid running inside her, and it was so good.

The mans eyes moved down, looking where his dick was submerged in his own fluids, surrounded by his white cum, going down on her asscheeks just perflectly, touching her curves and more…

Oh my god that was good.

He pulled out his dick but didn’t let her go, still hold her waist with his fingers, looking amazed how the cum open and splurted down her hole and asscheeks, leaking throught and down.

There it was what she wanted for so long. And now they were expecting it was all hers.

He sat on bed exhausted and then his back surrender too, lay down in whatever position he fall covering his sweaty face with his arms until he felt her hand touching his thigh, calling for him to give her attention

-What? –he said unable to do much.

-Hey are you in buffout tonight? –he open his eyes at the question and there it was his cock, crystal hard, swollen and inflated as before. Oh damn he was discovered.

-N-No-no i…-he ran out of words of course it was difficult to explain but…

-I guess we should take the most advantage of the dosis you already take…-explained the woman with a spark on her eyes, leaning in four towards him, her breast pressing against each other while cat walking on the bed- so you don’t have to take two dosis in one night, right? –the way her body lean on top of him robbed him a breath, and then a hand posed over her waist again.

-Sounds like a good idea.

#fallout 4 #elder maxson #arthur maxson #sole survivor #makahimefanfic

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sassylady1103 · 10 months

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Kitten Crossing

Life has been almost idyllic the past couple of weeks. Colleen is still sticking around, even though she’s been holed up in the office most days working on a vaccine delivery system. So far she’s been hitting roadblocks…logistical issues, as she says. I suggested it may not be feasible to try to vaccinate this many people, but she’s determined to make it work.

I’ve been working in the garden when I have energy and sometimes Colleen helps. The mole rats have discovered the tatos and they’re such pests! It’s a wonder there’s anything left to the garden since I got sick.

I’ve been feeling stronger. No more pain and the bite is almost fully healed. I may have a scar from this, but no loss of mobility, so I don’t care. I was bound to get one eventually. I’m so grateful to have Colleen here…for the company as well as the care.

We sit at night and talk about things she’s seen in the Wasteland. I know she’s trying to scare me with tales of huge green men and killer assault robots, but it just sounds so exciting. I think she’s hoping between getting bit and hearing her tales will scare me into wanting to stay here in our safe little home, but it just makes me want to see more. I hear the danger in her stories, but I also hear her talking about other towns and people and things I want to experience!

Tonight at dinner, Colleen started talking about a place she found in Charleston. It’s a rooftop apartment from before the war. She said it’s in really good shape. Some of the windows need to be repaired, and there’s some clean up needed, but she wants to get it sorted so she has a place to stay when she’s in the area. I knew she’d leave at some point, but I’m not looking forward to it, so I didn’t ask a lot of questions. Maybe that’s selfish. I just let her think I’m too tired to talk.

With that, I’m off to bed. Colleen’s back on the terminal working on that vaccine problem. She’ll be there for hours. I wish I could understand what’s driving her to save people she’s never met. As I recall, many of these people she’s hoping to help have acted aggressively towards her, but she’s overlooking it. This a new side of Colleen that I’m seeing. I guess something like this never came up in the Vault, but I’m not sure if I’d be as brave and take on this huge task if the Overseer asked me.

Almost forgot…I saw the cutest thing today! A Mr Handy bot came down the road with a bunch of cats tagging along. They were adorable! I snapped a pic. I wanted to keep them, but Colleen said it was best not to mess with them, just in case it upset the Mr Handy. I really wanted to grab them up, though!

I’ll write more soon…

Mags

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harleyquinnzelz · 3 years

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Introducing - ‘Destiny Blum’

“And when my time is up, have I done enough?”

At first it had felt like something out of a dream, that day the Ministry Official came to their house. They called her a witch. They called her magic. For Destiny, it was the confirmation of everything she thought she knew about herself. The things she could do, they were flukes and she wasn’t crazy. She was magic.

So she takes her place in the wizarding world. She head to Hogwarts, gets sorted into Hufflepuff, and excels in her classes. She makes fast friends with Susan Bones and Hannah Abbott. Life is good. Destiny is happy.

Until forth year, when Harry Potter appears with Cedric Diggory’s body, claiming that You-Know-Who has returned. The implications of this are scary, especially for muggleborn Destiny who knows about You-Know-Who only through stories, tales of the horrors he had committed during the first Wizarding War.

Despite everything, Destiny finds that she believes Harry, and with the threat of a second war rising, Destiny finds herself faced with a decision. She could hide, like many other muggleborns have with their families. But Destiny has always been drawn to action, and this is no different.

From the very beginning, Destiny Blum knew she was meant to fight.

“Will they tell my story?”

tagging: @allaboutocs @ocappreciation @booty-boggins @mystic-scripture @guardiansofheroes @thesunsummonerr @bravelittleflower @perfectlystiles @raith-way @susiesamurai @jewelswrites-ish @phoenix-rising29 @iron-parkr @akabluekat @leviackermannns @poe-tato-dameron @randomfandomingwrites @heart-renders @a-song-of-quill-and-feather @fyeahharrypotterocs

#muses #oc: destiny #made for war series #um yes i love her #another secondary oc for shaw's fic #but i love my brave little hufflepuff baby #and ship her and harry more than i thought i would #pls love her

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p0is0n-is-th3-cur3 · 5 months

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YAYAYA MORE TATO WAR STORIES

when I was 8 I was on a 4 hour road trip (not that long ik) moving my grandmother from Texas to Oklahoma and I choked on a quarter I was balancing on my tongue and we had to pull over in the middle of nowhere and I said it was a pretzel

#Tato war Stories

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iron-parkr · 3 years

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STORIES I’LL WRITE ONE DAY :: When the World Leaves a Scar (psd)

Even at eleven years old, Aquila Black knew the plans in store for her life. Seven years at Hogwarts in Slytherin with her cousin Draco like the rest of the family. A high-ranking job at the ministry like her father. Marriage to one of her friends from another respectable pure-blood family like her mother. Children (whether she wanted them or not) to keep Black blood flowing.

No one was more surprised than Aquila when the Sorting Hat called out Gryffindor.

Thrown into a House full of Mudbloods and blood traitors, Aquila finds herself at odds with her fellow students. The Gryffindors from wizarding families treat her like a pariah. Draco won’t speak to her. Even the teachers seem wary of Cepheus and Cerelia Black’s daughter, wondering if she’ll end up as mad as her deranged relative Sirius, who, once upon a time, had been in a position much like hers. Only the famous Harry Potter, the boy she’d heard so much about as a child, will give her the time of day, though Aquila suspects it may be more out of pity than anything else. With the plan derailed, her life in a tailspin, and a war looming on the horizon in her future, Aquila is going to need all the bravery she can get.

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#ocappreciation #harry potter #harry potter oc #hp oc #original character #ofc #original female character #oc: aquila black #fic: when the world leaves a scar #fd: harry potter #[ first oc post now that i'm back woohoo!! ]#[ she's been sitting in my docs for months but she's here now! ]

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kingsmakers · 3 years

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Maddie writes too many original stories

Godkiller

Arryn Birkett knows the story of the Godfall. Hell, who doesn’t? Three hundred years ago, the demi-gods rose up against the Titans and Olympians. After a long war, the demi-gods stole their immortality and stripped them of all but a spark of their power, sentencing them to a drawn-out mortal existence as punishment for their crimes. One by one the gods were hunted down and killed, and the demi-gods reigned supreme, no less callous than their predecessors.

What’s kind of bullshit is that Arryn has grown up knowing she’s the last of the demi-gods, a fact that could get her captured or killed by her ambitious half-siblings and cousins. So she does her best to blend in, pretend to be mortal, live her best life. But when you’re born to stand out, something’s gotta give, and Arryn has to kiss her normal life goodbye and decide: will she run from her destiny, or accept it?

But even as Arryn descends into the decadent world of the demi-gods, she learns maybe Godfall isn’t what she thought. As centuries of truth and lies become harder to tell apart, and the secrets of the past unfold, Arryn realises she might be more dangerous than even the demi-gods could have anticipated.

Forever tag: @poe-tato-dameron @drbobbimorse @itsjustgracy @prophecy-grrl @thanksbutnoshanks @ocfairygodmother @dakotajohnsom @perfectlystiles @darkwolf76 @villanele @foxesandmagic @oreostars @moirei @princes-jasmine @butcherofblackwater @fiercefray @papergirlverse @lostiintheocean @mystic-scripture @misshiraeth98 @a-song-of-quill-and-feather @booty-boggins @randomfandomingwrites @stareyedplanet @randomestfandoms @delicateblackrose @eddysocs

#maddie writes too many original stories #godkiller #arryn birkett #greek mythology #oop i slipped #original story

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dreamerwithapen1 · 4 years

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oc halloween challenge day 13 → time travel au

↳ When Beatrix Potter stole the Time-Turner, it was not to change the future. It was not to be a warning to wizards of that time of the tragedy and devastation that was only a few short months away from obliterating their lives. Bea had long since come to terms with the tragedy of the past and had learned to accept it and let it go, lest it consume her. No, this journey from 1998 to 1978 was about closure. Closure for the tattered heart of a young girl who had never got to say goodbye to her parents before they were torn from her. And all she wanted, all she prayed for, was a glimpse, just a glimpse, of the people they had been in the days when war hadn’t yet put its stained hands on them. And then she would take that memory with her back to her time, and let it be the balm that finally soothed her aching heart. That had been the plan.

And then she saw him.

For one impossible moment, she thought that Harry had somehow come back in time with her, but that thought was only a passing breeze, there one second, and gone the next, as James Potter tilted his head back and laughed her laugh as loud and free and wild as a thunderstorm in the night sky. She took no notice of the three boys standing next to him in the hallway, and if she had, she would have noticed the familiar way the boy on the left held himself, shoulders slightly hunched, light brown hair falling into eyes that were far too weary for a boy his age, would have recognized the tussled black hair and proud smirk of the boy to the right, would have shivered in anger at the sight of the small, timid boy who so plainly did not fit in with the others. But she saw none of it, for her eyes were to busy drinking in the sight of the boy with messy black curls, forever falling over glasses that did nothing to hide the bright hazel eyes eyes that she saw in the mirror every day behind them.

James Potter. Her father.

Something in her began to crack, but she had no time to think pull herself together before someone rounded the corner and filled her line of vision, and she didn’t need to see the way James brightened like a flower under sunlight to know who it was.

Burnished red hair a couple of shades lighter than her own, brilliant green eyes Harry’s eyes, and an exasperated, affectionate smile, no doubt a direct result of the boy who was currently throwing his arm around her shoulders while simultaneously taking the many books from her hands and planting a kiss on her cheek.

Lily Evans, soon to be Potter. Her mother.

It was their Seventh Year at Hogwarts. They had only just started dating a few months ago, yet anyone who looked at them knew that they were made for each other.

And at the sight of her parents, young and carefree and in love and happy, her heart, her carefully mended heart, gave one weary shudder before the force of her grief flooded it like a tidal wave, tearing it apart and leaving devastation in its wake.

Because in one year they would be married, in one year they would find out they were expecting twins, were expecting her and Harry, and in one year they would learn the terrifying knowledge that their unborn son was the target of the darkest wizard of all time. In one year they would go into hiding, would finally meet their children and would spend one fearful but blissful year with them before one moment, one betrayal would rip apart everything they held dear.

She was looking at her parents, and they were joyful, content, in love, alive going to die in three years.

Beatrix Potter had gone back in time for closure. But she knew now that that had been a lie. She had not come back for a goodbye.

She had come back to give her family a second chance at the life they deserved.

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solesurvivorpaigeargot · 4 years

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@beware-the-red-menace screenshot for response cause I'm mobile and the other post was getting damn long

I agree that there is no way the potato ended up killed off. Its a staple food, and intensely nutritious. Like contains 12 outta the 14 vital substances humans NEED to live that our bodies cannot synthesize internally out of other vitamins, and dairy products like cheese, butter, and milk have the other two. THAT SAID with the war and tradelines getting broken up between regions (also any smart attacker trying to cripple the US would have targeted the breadbasket specifically because you can't field an army without food. Poison the soil in the middle of the country, the entire American agricultural system collapses) old world potatoes are probably

1-- incredibly valuable, as planting new potatoes involves NOT EATING some of the previous year's crop

2-- not rare per say, but pretty jealously guarded by those who still have them. Like honestly would not be surprised if an entire governing structure in a midwestern region grew out of who had access to potatoes because of their high nutritional value. Also the words Potato Mob makes me laugh

There's also one last wrinkle on the potato front-- they're very vulnerable to disease. Modern farming includes a lot of genetic bottlenecking to get specific traits out of a crop (bigger yields, resistant to certain pests, ect) which also leads to a serious lack of genetic diversity. This is one of the reasons why the Irish Potato Famine was so universally damning for the region (and why Britain's refusal to help, or to let anyone else help, was so fucking disgusting) -- the blight was able to run so rampant because of the genetic hegemony of the crop, and thats just back when it was all selective breeding. With lab engineering and Fallout's insinuation that their version of America is EVEN MOAR short sighted than reality, factory farmed potatoes are likely just as vulnerable to disease, if not more so. Hell, a whole Fallout story based somewhere in the midwest could do some VERY interesting work with this concept of a region that flourished thanks to potatoes but is now crumbling due to this vulnerability, whilst small family farmers with heritage breeds are getting killed for their disease resistant crop.

Honestly, tomatoes have a pretty broad genetic base compared to potatoes, which, if we assume the tato is a crossbreed of tomatoes and potatoes, may explain why its propagated more widely. There's also the advantage of seeds vs reproduction requiring the saving back of a portion of the crop for eyespots.

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victorsandvanquishers · 4 years

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#29 and #41 for Asta and anybody really,,,,, please

This is my first attempt at a full-length AsuYuno fic; I hope you enjoy it! (ᵔᴥᵔ)

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“SORRY I'M LATE!”

Asta barreled into the Golden Dawn's medical bay, nearly throwing Owen off of his stool as various members of the kingdom's most popular squad gave him wary looks. Mimosa was the only one who smiled hesitantly, while Owen fixed his glasses, took a deep breath, and resumed treating his patient.

Yuno merely blinked at the intrusion.

Despite the broken ankle, the taller of the Hage orphans sat still and proper on the bed, nary a hair out of place as the court's best doctor worked on finishing the cast for his leg. Owen had been putting on the finishing touches before Asta had barged in.

“Why are you even here!?” Belle followed up with a screech, while Klaus's stress levels steadily increased. “Just because you married him doesn't mean you have to come running here every time!”

“Miss Belle, I think marriage is exactly that,” Mimosa said sheepishly, trying to soothe the tiny sprite and doing the exact opposite. Belle blushed hard as fumes began steaming out of her ears.

Before all hell could break loose, and more ankles could be broken, William Vangeance most graciously made an appearance. By then, Asta was beside Yuno, firmly holding one of his hands as Owen finally finished the cast and wiped his brow with a sigh of relief.

“All done, now keep off your feet for the next few days. I'll have the crutches delivered by the end of the week. Until then,” Owen moved his gaze to Asta, “don't do anything stupid.”

Asta nodded vigorously while Yuno merely blinked, as if bored stiff by the whole affair. Before Belle could break into another tirade, William cleared his throat and all eyes turned to him.

“I believe we should give Asta and Yuno a few minutes. If the rest of you could follow me into the courtyard, I'd greatly appreciate it.”

The other members followed swiftly behind their captain, while Belle took some nudging, and finally threats of being banned from Yuno's bedside, before finally turning away. Owen waved as he portal'd out, and finally, Asta and Yuno were alone.

Asta still held Yuno's hand.

“I want tatoes,” Yuno said softly. “Take me to that diner you like to eat at – the one owned by your friend.”

Asta blinked, and immediately began to frown. “Owen-san just said to stay off your feet. I'll ask Finral-senpai to get you some.”

“No,” Yuno huffed, “I want to go to the diner.”

“But you just broke your ankle!” Asta all but screeched.

“Then carry me,” and Asta saw the smile before he realized that Yuno found all of this less troublesome than a mouse skittering across the kitchen floor.

Asta huffed and puffed, but secured one arm underneath Yuno's legs and the other supporting his back before hoisting the taller man up off the bed and into his arms. Yuno barely made a sound, and simply wrapped both arms around Asta's shoulders before tucking his head into the crook of Asta's neck despite being a foot and some inches taller. Asta sighed and began walking, knowing full well that Belle, Owen, Klaus, and even Mimosa would chew him out for catering to Yuno's unreasonable whims.

They were in the air, quietly surfing on the black sword as they neared Rebecca Scarlet's diner in Nean when Yuno finally grumbled irritably into his ear. “Stop brooding, or I'll jump off and fly myself to the diner.”

Asta huffed again, but held the man tighter than before. He could feel Yuno smile into his skin and snuggle into his neck. Asta's face burned red and he found himself blushing and pouting so hard, Yuno started to chuckle.

“'s not funny,” Asta grumbled, chewing on his cheek. Yuno should've been tucked into the hospital bed while Asta held one of his hands, hands bound forever while Noelle yelled at him from the comms device about being late to his own husband's foot casting party in the Golden Dawn's medical bay.

But instead, they were flying towards a small diner in a city miles from the Golden Dawn headquarters, and Asta was doing it for Yuno.

Just like Yuno had once done it for him.

How many years had it been since half his body had transformed into a cross between a demon and a human, once he'd finalized the deal with the demon residing in his grimoire? He counted three, no five years since the demon took one arm, a leg, half of Asta's head, and finished with a portion of his torso before declaring Asta fifty percent demon. Today, at the tender age of twenty-two, he sported rough black and red skin where the demon had taken possession, a horn that curved like a ram's, one eye whose sclera was black and pupil red, and leathery black skin with red cracks that inked half of his face, the base of his throat, and a part of his chest.

When the transformation was first complete, people feared him as much as they loathed him, but he'd done the deed anyway. It had been five years since they took on Spade and won, and it had only happened because Asta had succumbed to the demon crooning in his ear, promising him all the power he'd ever need to protect his loved ones. And he'd turned – he'd turned into a screeching bat out of Hell, and he'd fought, and he'd won.

It was a cost he'd been willing to pay, and he had. Afterwards, his execution order had turned into an exile order, and he'd been cast out – with the rest of the Black Bulls and Yuno following him in tow.

And then it had been the rest of Golden Dawn, the Green Mantis, Dorothy and her Peacocks, every other knight and foot soldier of Clover Kingdom who rose against Damnatio's decree, and finally, Julius Novachrono himself. What was a Wizard King without one of his most trusted knights? Asta had never meant to start a civil war, but that was what had happened, and it was a war that ended within hours, when House Vermillion and House Silva called for Kira to step down, to declare a new king for a new age, a king who wouldn't exile the peasant who saved the land.

Asta had never asked for that much. He'd only wanted to save the lives of the ones he loved the most. He'd wanted to make it long enough to ask Sister Lily to marry him again, for him to return home to Hage as a hero, and to sleep underneath the stars again. He'd never asked for Yuno and others to do what they did, had never asked them to put themselves in danger for his sake, and to bring their world into a new age.

But they had – and Yuno had led the front. A son of Spade who'd denounced his heritage and remained loyal to the small village called Hage, Yuno had effortlessly shed the secret of his birth and moved on. Yuno could have become king, could have written his own story without the burden Asta carried on his shoulders, but he'd stayed.

He'd stayed, held Asta's hand while Asta cried in pain because of the transformation, held him when he bled from the black and red cracks, and loved him when Asta had believed no one would ever love him again.

And when all was said and done, Yuno had married him in the same church they grew up in. He still remembered the day, almost a year ago now, when it finally dawned on him that he was marrying his childhood best friend, the one who was always his other half, from the basket they'd both been abandoned in. Up until that moment, he'd truly believed it would be Sister Lily opposite him at the altar, but she'd been in the front row with Father Orsi and the rest of the orphans that day, wiping away tears from her watery eyes while Yuno held both his hands – the human's and the demon's.

So who was Asta to deny a man asking for some tatoes, after he'd just broken his ankle?

“Honestly, how did you even do it?” Asta yelled out loud, the wind rushing in his ears. “Did you land wrong or something?”

Yuno took a minute to answer. “... I actually fell out of an apple tree,” he said hesitantly. “I was trying to pick some for a pie tonight, but my foot went through a branch, and I was on the ground before I knew it.”

Asta would have facepalmed if he could. “Seriously!?”

“I don't wanna hear anything out of your mouth, Hands McBreaky,” Yuno grumbled.

Asta grumbled back at him, and they kept grumbling at each other until they eventually dissolved into peals of laughter. Yuno kissed the leathery black skin of the right side of his face, and breathed deeply into his neck. Asta decreased his speed as they neared the diner, holding Yuno as close as he could without crushing him. The familiar scent, the warmth the taller man emanated quelled any unease he had left.

Once they were close enough, Asta lowered the sword, hopped off, and walked the remaining paces to the diner. The meal itself was simple, baked tatoes and some brandy to wash it down, but Yuno was happy, and Rebecca was endearing as always, and Asta knew then, knew forever, that it didn't matter how late they were to get to each other's side – at the end of the day, they'd still carry each other home. Broken arms and ankles aside, the tatoes were delicious and Asta was happy.

On their way back, Yuno fell asleep in the crook of his neck, and Asta hummed contently as the black sword took them home.

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