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invui · 2 years

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when shy/introvert aruji-sama kabedons them

had this in my inbox for quite a while and i believe that this is going to be the very last written work i will be posting before opening requests again after like 4 months, this was also two separate requests but i decided to combine them together so i could finish them quickly

the introverted aruji-sama isn’t majorly discussed in the headcannons but it is implied (im just saying this if you don’t rlly find it involved when you read it)

characters: lato, nac, bastien, and lono

Lato Bacca

despite the very flattering gesture, lato is going to be quite calm

like he’s going to tilt his head while smiling and ask you a very polite question

“oh? you aren’t really the type of person to do such heartfelt actions, are you finally opening up to me?”

you blinked twice, looking at lato who seemed to be unaffected by the very unexpected kabedon. which in return, did take quite a toll on you in making you flustered

the both of you look into each other’s eyes for a solid 5 minutes before lato slithered away from your hands and stood up with a smile on his face

lato is definitely the type of person to literally reciprocate almost every affectionate action you do since you don’t really tend to say a lot about yourself so he might as well savor every moment he gets to spend with you before chaos ensues

so even after getting kabedoned out of nowhere doesn’t really give out much of a reaction from lato

he’s going to consider you as a little sibling just like flure

and when he establishes the fact that your his temporary sibling, bet he’s going to pat your head after he stands up

which would obviously (or maybe) leave you standing there at the same spot and touching the top of your head where lato patted

think of it as like that one qiqi idle animation in genshin impact if you play the game

Nac Stein

not going to lie here, you got some balls kabedoning nac imo (unless if you actually love him)

the moment you kabedon him he is going immediately in character as if he’s in romeo & juliet or something out of a teleserye

would definitely spout out william shakespeare shit

“I-i don’t think i can move on but i have one last thing to say..”

the first thing that went into my mind is that after nac says that line, he’s going to like caress your face or cup it with one hand

and as your introverted ass realize what he is doing, you’re probably going to flinch and bring your head backward

honestly, nac wouldn’t necessarily find it weird that you don’t really engage in social activities but he does try his best to probably bring out the words you try to say

and that also means that his flirty ass is still present in every way possible

kabedons don’t affect him as he is the peter to your wendy/j

when you do flinch he’s probably going to go quiet and mutter an apology if things get a bit/too awkward

if things are not however, he’s going to apologize with his flirty attitude

nac is just nac you supposed

Bastien Kelly

he’s the type of person who would show an empty expression but would gradually get flustered

in my opinion, he might’ve thought that it was an accident and quietly apologized

two introverts involved with a kabedon, i bet that it’s going to get awkward as hell

probably the type to look away any second after realizing what had happened

and that’s absolutely relatable

the both of you might have spaced out for a few minutes before bastien spoke up

“aruji-sama…can you get up?”

bastien wouldn’t find you awkward since the both of you rarely speak at all, it’s just that the air was the one that spoke in awkwardness

he’s happy to know that he has an aruji-sama who’s just like him

although i believe that you’re the one who speaks the most between the both of you

he would probably be more flustered if you were a very happy-go-lucky type of person (and that’s cute imo)

so even after the kabedon, he’s most likely going to walk away flustered and hope that you wouldn’t mention it in the near future so he wouldn’t get embarrassed

but it is also likely that lono saw what had happened and planned to use it as blackmail material against bastien sooner or later

Lono Fontaine

himbo with a little more sense of justice (probably deuce but make him a little smarter)

definitely the type of person who would just laugh his ass off thinking that you had accidentally fallen or something

for some reason, it is probably easy to make him laugh even without trying

if he’s very fond of you that is

after he’s done lmao’fing, it’s probably going to get awkward (like the others)

but don’t you worry! lono won’t leave the situation quiet for too long so he’s going to ask you to get up

“can you like, get up…?”

lono of course wouldn’t mine it if you were shy or introverted

if you are reluctant to do something, lono’s got your back

he’s your gun bear basically, a personal cheerleader

he doesn’t care if you thank him or not, what he cares about is how you’re happy

so of course, affection is greatly appreciated

after asking you that question, he’s going throw the situation around just be getting up while carrying you in his arms — bridal style, if you may

definitely going to catch you off guard which makes lono laugh out loud

“i’m strong! see?”

in summary, he’s just the typical lmao type of guy who would probably ask what the meaning of himbo is

requests are officially open for the first time in forever yay

#akuneko #devil butler with black cat #あくねこ #lato bacca #lato bacca x reader #nac stein x reader #nacku weed #nac stein #bastien kelly x reader #bastien kelly #lono fontaine x reader #lono fontaine

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sullustangin · 9 months

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Rating: T, presently

CW warning: Minor OC off-screen character death (yep, here we go)

To: TS

From: Bacca

Little Girl isn’t home. Meet us. T3 too.

That was the missive that had arrived midday, and Theron had watched the hours on his chrono pass painfully slowly. He needed to know their take on this. He…needed to speak to someone. About her. Nobody else in his life had even known Eva had existed as she did for him, except the crew.

He pulled open the hangar door, sliding it open just wide enough for T3 to roll through.

He knew that he wasn’t going to like what he saw, when he heard T3 mournfully whistle. He turned around anyway.

Virtue’s Thief had been attacked. She had escaped, but nothing much had been repaired. There was still a scent of char and burnt plastic about her. The metal of the hull was stressed in new places. Her landing gear also seemed to have been damaged. No, Virtue’s Thief wasn’t flying again any time soon; it was miracle she’d made it this far.

…there had been an attempt to lower the gangplank for Theron, but the entire mechanism had collapsed out of the Thief, like a defective accordion. Instead, Virtue’s Thief crouched to the ground, her hull barely held off the floor by stabilizers and emergency supports. A short ramp had been laid out for T3.

When Theron approached the ship, he felt the galaxy exert its weight down upon him. The lights …even the feel of the ship -- different. She was as a great animal, battered and left to heal her own wounds in the darkness. But that wasn’t possible. The Thief couldn’t self-heal. She needed her Captain to know what to do…

And she wasn’t here right now.

#swtor #swtor fan fiction #theron shan #past theron shan x smuggler #smuggler crew

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ma2050blog · 1 year

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Wookiees

The Wookiees are a race of aliens who live on the forest planet of Kashyyyk; Kashyyyk is also one of the locations you explore in order to find a piece of the Star Maps. Kashyyyk is covered in these incredibly tall (kilometres high) and wide trees, between which are platforms which contain villages and other structures.

On arrival to the planet, you are greeted by a small landing platform which is controlled by the Czerka corporation; you soon find that the entire planet is being exploited by the Czerka corporation who are keeping the indigenous Wookiees as slaves. Beyond the landing platform, you are taken to the Wookiee village of Rwookrrorro, where you meet the chieftain Chuundar who turns out to be Zaalbar’s brother. Zaalbar is taken as a prisoner by Chuundar who blackmails you into completing a quest for him in order for Zaalbar’s safe return. Chuundar and all of the other Wookiees call Zaalbar “madclaw” and claim that he is no longer considered to be one of them due to his “madness”. Chuundar requests that you go down to the Shadowlands (the planet’s surface) and kill another mad Wookiee who is down there. Once you agree you are free to leave and go up and down to the surface as you please. Walking around Rwookrrorro you discover that Chuundar is not as beloved as you once thought but that no one is willing to fight what has been deemed to be “Bacca’s will” (Bacca was an ancient Wookiee who was thought to be the most powerful Wookiee in history, he had a special ceremonial blade which determined ascension to chieftain but has since been lost); you can also learn that there is a missing Wookiee who disappeared recently.

Going to the Shadowlands, you can speak to the Wookiee who runs the basket which takes you down; this Wookiee tells you that he does not know of a mad Wookiee in the Shadowlands, but that there is a human who has lived on the surface for many years. As you progress through the Shadowlands, you encounter this human; he is a former Jedi named Jolee Bindo who joins your party. Jolee has lived on Kashyyyk for around 30 years and has great knowledge of the Shadowlands, which proves useful in traversing the planet. You find the corpse of a Wookiee who is the missing one from the village; after looking through his pockets you discover a datapad (a type of tablet which is used to hold information) which reveals that this Wookiee had made a deal with Czerka to help them capture and enslave Wookiees from the village. Progressing further you find the “mad” Wookiee you were sent to kill, this Wookiee turns out to be Zaalbar and Chuundar’s father Freyyr.

Freyyr tells you that the reason why Zaalbar was banished was because he had discovered that Chuundar had made a deal with Czerka to help them capture Wookiees for slaves and had attacked Chuundar using his claws. This attack violated the Wookiee code of honour as it seemingly was uncalled for and as such Chuundar was able to remain on Kashyyyk and poison the other Wookiees into believing that Freyyr was mad too and that he should be deposed as Chieftain. Freyyr states that if you are able to find Bacca’s blade, then potentially the other Wookiees would be willing to listen to your story due to them following the ancient laws. You are then able to find and bring back the blade and return to the surface with Freyyr. Once you come back to the village you can try and talk things through however, Chuundar refuses to listen and attacks you, Zaalbar and Freyyr. Chuundar is eventually killed and Freyyr forgives Zaalbar and invites him to remain on Kashyyyk, however, Zaalbar decides to remain with the PC. Due to this the other Wookiees are inspired and revolt against Czerka, killing some and driving the rest off of the planet; you are able to leave Kashyyyk fully in the hands of the Wookiees.

However, as usual, there is another choice; you can choose to kill Freyyr, either in the Shadowlands or in the village which will leave Chuundar in charge of the Wookiee village and still working with Czerka. In this case, Chuundar will have successfully convinced Zaalbar to come to his side, and once you leave the village you are unable to re-enter due to the Czerka employees stopping you.

The Kashyyyk storyline forces you to consider what you deem acceptable in terms of exploitation. It is clear that the Wookiees who are kept as slaves do not want to work for Czerka but that they are unable to escape, however, there is still the option to leave them in this condition. Players may say that playing the dark side run-through is simply more fun and that it doesn’t reflect their actual beliefs, however, this storyline really forces you to re-evaluate this. The Wookiee people are complex, with rich history and traditions, much like the Sand People. Also similarly to the Sand People, they represent indigenous people, however in this circumstance, they have been betrayed by one of their own. This storyline is very interesting in that it explores how the elite can sometimes make choices which have large effects on the people they are supposed to serve. Chuundar represents those who would sell their own family in order to make a profit and makes the player see the consequences of large corporations exploiting others for profit.

#kotor #wookiee #kashyyyk

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LoL Chapter 30- Shadow Fox

Masterpost

A Wizard Hermits tale (AU, designs, ideas belongs to @theguardiansofredland)

Doc, Zed, and Scar have made their way to the city of Foresta, deep in the forests where animals are going missing and the nightmares grow worse daily. Meeting with a local shepherd, they find allies in the most unusual ways.

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“Oh, yeah, watch it with the Zhenniao, their spit burns like mad.” Zedaph crows as he

pets the soft white feathers of a Caladrius, the two having a conversation about their favorite seeds.

“Uh… is this thing supposed to have three legs?” Scar leaps back, narrowly avoiding the corvid. He laughs though, and preens the beast’s wing.

“Yep! Yatagarasu are born with two legs, but the third one grows when they learn to fly!” Zed sets the Caladrius back. As much as he loved the insightful debate he held with the bird, it’s not the kind of help they need. Besides, it would bring as much attention as an alicanto. “What about it, you three legged birdy? Want to join our team? Phoebe can teach you all the best ways to get letters to us- and the best places to peck at the hermits to get them to wake up.”

“I swear to god I don’t want to have to build another eye.” Doc sets the acid spitting bird down, and waits for Zedaph to respond. But the blond hermit was always having a thousand different conversations at once. On their way here, he had a whole horde of forest creatures following him.

The city of Foresta was open, patches of grass and trees older than the kingdom sprouting between houses and wide streets. Between the throngs of people, creatures of all shapes and sizes wandered down the dirt paths. Satori swing from the horns of a chimaera, leaping over the massive bodies that create the baku. Birds of all shapes, sizes, and different heads fly through the high canopy, fluttering to stop on the stone tower of the postal office. It’s here where the hermits are searching for another carrier bird. Poor Phoebe can’t do all the work herself, especially with so many hermits off hunting down reports.

And that was the other reason they were in the city of Flora and Fauna. Sent here to discover the whereabouts of missing familiars and family beasts. Carrier birds, farm beasts, even a family’s own cerberus have gone missing in the past few months. While Doc had his suspicions of their fate, Scar and Zedaph wanted to confirm his beliefs.

“Alright, so that’s two more feathery friends added to the family.” The Zhenniao jumps from Zed’s shoulder, pulling on a tassel of Scar’s outfit.

“I’m sure Grian will make fast friends with them, he already has Phoebe wrapped around his finger.” Scar chuckles, holding the bird close. “But what about the missing familiars? Did you get any information on who we could speak to?”

“Actually, yes. A very talkative pegasus told me that a few streets down is where a whole herd of shleep went berserk a few days back.”

Doc doesn’t waste another second. Marching down the street, eyes set on the direction Zedaph pointed. His gaze so intimidating, even a brigade of baccas part to stay out of his way. With one bird holding onto Zed’s hair, and another clasping Scar’s elongated ear, the other two give chase, Zed yelling turns to the marching beast that is Doc. He only halts in his tracks when he hears Zed yell “Stop! We’re here!”

Screeching to a halt, Doc is left standing in an open field, sunlight blazing on the bright grass. Dotted with white patches of flowers, the pasture is empty. Unlike the busy city, even the parks in Foresta, this moorland was empty.

Mostly empty. A young boy, laying beside a three headed sheepdog, is weaving dandelions into a flower crown. One for each head of his friend, and one for his own. Doc trains his mismatched eyes on the boy, and makes his presence known.

Unfortunately for Doc, his presence is impending at best, downright terrifying at worst. The boy opens his eyes, and squeaks like a mouse at the sight of the hermit. He curls up, hands raised. “Please, just take my money I don’t got anything else!”

“I’m not here to rob you.” Doc growls, rolling his eyes. Years of being a hardened criminal never really fades off his face. “Are you the shepherd?”

“I’m sorry the shleep have been acting up lately! I don’t know how to make the nightmares stop, they’re still alarmed from the attack the other night.” The cerberus nuzzles one head beneath the boy’s arms, while the other two growl at the intruders.

Until Zed steps up, a smile and a soft cooing voice turning one head from foe to friend. All it takes is one scratch of the ear, and he’s got the sheepdog wrapped around his finger. “That’s actually why we’re here. We came to help.”

The boy lifts his head, looking at the unusual troupe. Two innocent, smiling faces surround the hardlined scowl of the hybrid hermit. Scar nudges Doc in the stomach, and the puppeteer sits to his knees. Looking much less impending when he’s not towering over the shepherd. “We heard that some unusual things have been happening in Foresta. Familiars going missing, pets getting lost left and right. Do you know anything of what’s causing that?”

“What’s your name, kiddo?” Scar chuckles, plopping down next to the shepherd and beginning to weave his own flower crown.

“I-Isaac.” He twists a blade of grass in between his fingers. “I...yeah, yeah I’ve seen a lot of it happen. When you’re a shleep herder, you see all manner of things happen in the night. But no one believes the boy who cries chupacabra. Or bakunawa, or ‘oh gods the neighbor’s cactus cat is suddenly an ash monster’!”

“We’ll believe you. We came here just to hear those stories.” Scar chuckles. He looks over, and sees Doc’s expression start to soften, and the puppeteer reaches out to help Isaac finish the knot of his flower crown. Doc hates to admit it, but they all know he’s very good with kids. When he’s not being a hardass. “What have you seen?”

“I...I’ve seen these critters, sneaking through the streets at night. All kinds of critters, actually, but...different from the normal. They look like they’re falling apart, like a cherry tree’s bark.” He runs his hands over his arms, attempting to find flakes of his own skin as proof. “They scare the shleep every night, and disappear into the city. And then I see more, and more. They drag other critters out of their homes and barns, and turn them into more flake monsters.”

“Husks.” Doc whispers, his suspicions confirmed. Dark magic has even made it into the depths of the Evernight forest. But Isaac is hardly listening. Like any child, he has more story to tell.

“The other night, those flake critters went after my herd. A chupacabra. But...I thought they never went after shleep! Shleep aren’t tasty- I don’t think so, at least. They’re all cosmic wool and gristle.”

“Husks aren’t exactly looking for a tasty meal.” Zed whispers, “They’re looking for magic, and shleep are full of them.” He would know, he was once a shleep farmer when he was young. It’s how he honed his magic.

“They come every night, stealing more critters. Soon, all that will be left is shleep causing nightmares and those husky things.” Isaac shakes his head. “Foresta won’t be much fun without all the critters here.”

“Don’t worry about it, kiddo. Us hermits are here to stop it.” Scar announces, grinning and tossing his short brown locks of hair over his shoulder. Trying to look as heroic as he sounds.

The shepherd giggles. “Hermits? But you aren’t alone, you can’t be a hermit!”

“Ask Hypno why we’re named that.” Doc laughs as well, even though he knows the story full well, it’s still funny every time someone points it out. “Don’t worry, kid. By the time we’re done here, you’ll all be having sweet dreams again.”

“You’re the coolest bad guy ever.” Isaac whispers, and places the flower crown on Doc’s tangled mess of hair.

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He refuses to take it off. Even as the sun falls and the city goes quiet, only nocturnal creatures lurking among the streets, he keeps his flower crown secure on his head. All three hermits watch the ruminants bleat and make their way around the town, cosmic wool spinning with stars and galaxies, entire worlds for their fur promising night rest. Wisps of the shleep’s fleece dance into the damp, warm air of Foresta. But it’s dancing in the air that the soft mist turns to harsh dust, slipping through open windows and under closed doors. Delivering nightmares to the people.

In the distance, Scar frowns at the sound of someone crying. Waking up from the bad dream. It’s not the poor shleep’s fault, they can’t control their own magic. They’re just sleep sheep, it’s the husks that have them all bothered. If the hermits can stop the husks, the shleep can be happy again and the entire city can finally get a good night’s rest.

Doc waves to Isaac, walking out with the last shleep from the pasture. Zedaph opens his eyes, blinking away the embers of magic. Oddly enough he feels the desire to chew grass now. The shleep are scared. Scared of the creatures that lurk in the dark, bodies lacking souls or even life. Just corpses- husks- forced to move by dark magic. One ram told Zed they were never afraid of the creatures of the night, their fellow nocturnal beasts, until that chupacabra turned on them.

Doc and Zed share a quiet conversation about the information they’ve gathered, and Scar lays back in the grass. Watching leaves shadow the sky above him, stars twinkling in the same way they glimmered on the shleep’s coat. The distant titter of dyads among the trees, the soft hoots from various birds in the post office sound like music to Scar’s ears, and he closes his eyes to bask in the quiet night. Hunting dark magic isn’t that bad, if it leads to quiet, serene moments as well as exciting action. He feels himself dozing off, figuring that Doc or Zed will keep an eye out for some creepy dark beast.

He’s alone. Sitting up in a dark alleyway, the sound of yelling echoing from his parents’ silk shop. Something warm pools on his cheek, burning along his very namesake, mixing with saltwater. Scar raises a hand to try and staunch the blood, and discovers his hand is covered in mud, adorned with gemstone rings of gold.

“You’re not a farm boy, Forest.” The words spit out in his father’s voice, but the lips that speak them are none other than the Magistrate’s. “Stop playing in dirt, this magic of yours is a disgrace as it is. You’re going to ruin the family image. And you’re clothes.”

“But I like my magic.” Scar whispers, turning his hand over. The mud changes color, dripping through his fingers into pools of blood.

“You should have let your magic wither away, or better yet- give it to me.” Dolios grabs Scar’s wrist, dragging him into darkness.

Dragging him from his nightmare. But while Dolios was a dream, something tugging on his wrist was very real. Scar leaps to his feet, retreating from the creature that is pulling his bag from his clutches. “Hey, no that’s my stuff! My snacks!”

Scar stumbles to his feet, kicking Doc on the way up. “What the hell Scar?”

He doesn’t look back, chasing after the black furred monster. As dark as a husk, with white glowing eyes and all. He can’t see the creature’s form, just the illumination of white light from it’s eyes, Scar’s purple bag swinging from it’s mouth. He needs to catch up, get his stuff back. Rather than scooting around a fallen tree, he makes the ground rise from beneath him, flinging him over with a much less graceful landing. “Get back here you little cretin!”

Behind Scar, Doc and Zedaph stumble through the forest. Tripping over roots and twisting their ankles in holes, they lose sight of the terraformer as moonlight is engulfed by the trees of the Evernight forest. The only light is the soft glow of bioluminescent mushrooms, moss, and leaves. At the interface between Foresta and the Evernight, the glow was indistinguishable. But Zed knows the deeper they go, the brighter the bioluminescence should get.

But it never brightens. He continues to get caught in roots, eyes never finding enough light to see where he’s going. A stone halts Zed’s forward momentum, and he tumbles to the ground. “How can Scar keep up such a pace?”

“Because he’s Scar, how does he do half the things he does?” Doc sighs, collapsing to his ass and looking around. The darkness of the forest is endless, leaves stitched together to be a roof that blocks out all light from the sky. He toes a mushroom, watching the fungi glow weakly. Shouldn’t it be brighter this far in?

“Oh, Doc, look!” Zed slaps Doc on the shoulder, harder than he realizes, pointing in the direction opposite of where Scar went running.

“What, I can’t see shit.” Doc growls.

“Perytons!” Zed crawls forward, light appearing under one arm. “They can help us, we just have to make friends with them! They’re very skittish cre-”

In one swift motion, Doc casts his magic. In one blink, he’s watching Zedaph crawl through the mossy floor, the next he’s grazing on a nearby tree branch. The Peryton gave almost no resistance, and now Doc can control the beast. See through it’s night-adjusted eyes. Lo and behold, Zedaph looks stupid no matter what eyes are watching him. Zedaph sits up, pouting. “Well that’s no fun.”

Doc can’t answer him, not while he’s in control of the Peryton. Stepping his hooved feet over Zedaph and fluttering iridescent green wings, he takes care of his own body standing still as a stone. One eye remains glassy, as if looking through a lens, but the red oculus of his other eye has disappeared completely. He can see the glow in the metal of his arm emanating from the deer creature, as he picks up his body with his rack of antlers and places it on his feathery back.

By the time Doc has cared for his vulnerable physical form, Zedaph has cast his own spell. Such similar results, but completely different magic. Zedaph shepherded the mind of the creature into helping him- Doc just took full control. Either way, the two are able to follow the direction that Scar disappeared. Deeper into the forest, away from the city.

Zedaph notices that the bioluminescent of the Evernight Forest is missing, no matter how deep they go. The darkness remains, clinging to the branches and bark like a tapestry slung across the forest. He’s not even sure where Scar could be at this point- this wilderness expands on for thousands of hectares.

Until he hears the spluttering mix of a laugh and a whimper, the noise so uniquely Scar that both Doc and Zed turn in the direction it arose from. Even through the eyes of the Peryton, it becomes almost impossible to see around them, darkness consuming everything around them.

Because that’s what it is. Returning to his own body, Doc stumbles to his feet and rushes to light up a torch. A few paces ahead of him, Sca has trapped himself in a bramble bush, a tiny shadow fox dangling his bag just barely out of his reach. “Come on little guy, I’m sorry I mistook you for a husk. You’re cute, I promise! It’s just with your eyes and coat, you looked like a darkness monster.”

“Need some help, or have you learned from Zed?” Doc snickers, pulling Scar from his thorny trap by the collar. The shadow fox chirps, ears turning to the side in joyful mischief. It approaches the hermits, dropping Scar’s bag at his feet. Glowing eyes, bright as sunshine, cast the shadow that creates the fox’s body. Zedaph can’t help but reach down to pet the shadow creature either way.

“She guided us here. To...this.” Scar whispers, feeling the tension on his body already. The weight in his lungs, watching the light from the fox’s eyes and Doc’s torch be consumed by the black cluster of crystal.

“This is what’s making the husks in Foresta. Just like in Gildara, it’s draining the forest.” All of the light, Limal’s creation with the goddess of death, vanishing as Dolios’s thirst for power drains the forest of life. Doc shakes his head. “We can’t let it continue. Scar, why don’t you…”

Scar is gone again. Disappeared from between Zed and Doc, though not as far gone as before. Just a short distance away. Being attacked by another creature. This one, however, isn’t aiming for Scar’s bag like the thieving fox.

It’s aiming for his throat, naked tail and matted fur thrashing and foam snarling from scraggly teeth. But unlike the shadow fox, the monster’s body is flaking and breaking apart with each movement, tufts of fur turning to smoke and ash. Zedaph sighs, more tired than before. “Great, now we got a ROUS to deal with as well as a creepy crystal.”

“Massive rat first, please!” Scar cries, snapping his boots up and digging the spurs into the massive beast’s stomach. He rolls away, gnarled roots and dirt barricading him and the ROUS.

Doc and Zed look at each other, then the ROUS before them, the darkness-crazed animal clawing through the barrier. It has a taste of Scar’s flesh, and he tastes sweet. Alive. Neither of their magic can work. There’s no soul to shepherd. Dark magic is already controlling the ROUS. They have to resort to another method.

A much more combative, cutthroat method. One that Doc knows well. Grabbing the bone handle of his knife, dark metal and nicked, toothed edges of kaber blade pulling free of old leather. “Scar, can you try to pin it down?”

“I'll add it to the list.” A startled squeak harmonizes with the viscous growl. The muzzle of the ROUS reels back, spittle glistening and falling from ivory white blades, and snaps. Scar rolls out of the way and slams his hands down on the ground once he’s been freed. The dirt erodes into sand and water, a pit of quicksand opening it’s maw beneath their feet. Scar scrabbles backwards, the mud water attempting to pull him in as well, gasping for air. With another wave of his hand, the ground resolidifies. The naked hands and feet of the enormous rodent are trapped in solid ground.

Doc wastes no time. Freeing the body of the ROUS from the claws of darkness, his blade cuts through the empty body like he’s cutting fabric. The darkened for withers away into dust, and Zedaph kicks it away from the pile for good measure.

The three boys sit on the silent, blighted forest floor. Ignoring the angry crystal, or the darkness consuming around them. Scar is panting like he ran a mile, Zedaph petting the soft shade ears of the fox that led them there, and Doc twirling his own knife. They just need a moment, a second to recollect themselves. Doc looks at his blade, forged in False’s fires. No matter what, no matter how strong a mage can be, sometimes they have to resort to the same tools as every other person. “Alright, enough sitting down. Let's put this crystal to ruin and let Isaac and his shleep finally get some peace.”

#hermitcraft #light of lairyon #lol #hermitcraft fanfic #hermitcraft au #wizard au #wizard hermits #wizard zedaph #wizard zed #wizard scar #wizard doc #docm77 #gtwscar #zedaph

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memyselfandclive · 3 years

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The nation has gone football mad. We’ve caught the bug and, once again, we’re starting to believe that football might well be coming home again.

I’ve been following England since the 1982 World Cup when I was a lad. There has been a lot of disappointment in that time. So of course, I want England to win the Euros. But the thing I really want more than anything is for Southgate to lead England to winning the Euros.

I remember wondering in 1996 why this young and reasonably inexperienced guy was taking such a high-profile penalty when much more experienced players didn’t. After that miss, I remember feeling cross at the likes of Tony Adams for not stepping up. But I wonder what the Southgate of today would look like had he not taken, and missed, that penalty?

Had Tony Adams taken a penalty, he may have scored and we may have gone on to win the game and the tournament. But had he missed, what we know of his demons with drugs and alcohol now, it may have been too much. We just never know.

We often use the phrase ‘character-building’ when people go through hard times, but it really is true. Even Beckham getting sent off against Argentina in 98, I believe, was the making of him and the leader he became. Southgate has written a book for young people called ‘Anything is possible’ with the subtext of ‘Be brave, be kind & follow your dreams’. If you’ve got kids, I recommend you buy it for them.

You never hear anyone speak of Southgate without speaking highly of him. I heard Paul Merson saying that he used to look at Southgate and think ‘I wish I was like you’. There have been times when I’ve questioned his tactics and team selection, but at the time of writing, we’re in the semi-finals of the Euros, we’ve won the group, knocked out Germany and haven’t conceded a goal. Maybe he knows better than me after all!!!

And the way he looks out for other people. After winning the QF match, he talks about the subs who haven’t played and how important they are. After the Germany game, you see him going round all of the unused subs. Carlos Bacca missed Columbia’s Penalty in the World Cup shootout against England in 2018 and while the England players were celebrating winning the game, Southgate went straight over the Bacca to console him.

The bottom line is, I’ll cry if we win it and I’ll cry if we don’t. Either way, the tears will be for Southgate. We need young people to look at him and say ‘I wanna be like that’.

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New World

Fandom: Team Crafted

Pairings: SkyDoesMinecraft/Bajan Canadian (Skyenja), Brice | GoldSolace/SetoSorcerer (SetoSolace), MinecraftUniverse/MunchingBrotato (MunchingUniverse), One-Sided JeromeASF/Bajan Canadian (Merome)

Summary: The battle has been won, but at what cost?

Warnings: Major Character Death, Death in Childbirth, Mpreg

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“Notch, we’re not naming our child Budder, Sky!”

“Ah! It hurts, it hurts so bad.”

“It’s so weird, feeling her move inside of me. I can’t wait till she gets here, and I’ll finally be able to hold her.”

“You’re going to have to cut her out of me. I don’t have the energy to push. It’s the only way. Please, Sky! I can’t let her die.”

“I can’t wait to sing this to her when she’s finally here. When you play Mine, Mine, Minecraft; sing it with me Sky!”

“We both know that I’m not going to make it through this. I want you to let her know how much I loved her though, and that I’m sorry it had to be this way.”

“Sky! Sky! Come here! I can feel her, she’s kicking! Say hi for your Daddy sweetie.”

“Please, please, I just need to hold her. I need to hold my daughter just once before I die.”

“Ugh, you’re impossible. You’d think after months you would give up, but nope! For the last time, we’re not naming our child Budder, Sky. We can name her something similar though. Hmm… how about, Aurelia?”

“I love you Sky, I love you so, so much. And don’t you ever forget that.”

Sky sat in the remains of what used to be the Team Crafted base, surrounded by dead mobs and fallen recruits. But at that moment, he cared not for any of that, as he held the dead body of his lover in his arms.

Off to the side stood one of Sky’s most trusted friends, Tyler, otherwise known as MunchingBrotato, who had found Sky just as his daughter had been born. As well as Mitch who was barely alive from the birth.

Tyler had immediately rushed to his friend’s aid, but Mitch had stopped him and had said that he only wanted to hold his daughter before he could breathe his dying breath.

Tyler only sat in silence as his friend, whose stomach was cut wide open from the birth, held his daughter in his arms, kissing her on the head, and professing his love to his lover one last time before breathing his final breath.

As his friend sobbed over his lover’s corpse, Tyler had made it his duty to watch over the child as he left his friend to grieve.

Tyler had originally been sent to let his friends know the good news, that the battle against Herobrine, Sky’s father, was over. But he came across a more sombre site instead.

Rather than informing his fellow members of Team Crafted of Mitch’s death, Tyler knew that it was his duty as a friend to watch over his friend and protect his daughter.

The Battle against Herobrine had originally started because Herobrine was not accepting of Sky’s love for the human known as Bajan Canadian. Sky, not taking no for an answer, had officially left the depths of the Nether where his father’s kingdom was, and instead chose to start Team Crafted with Mitch.

For years, they lived in peace, thinking they were all safe from Herobrine’s wrath, but no one was prepared for the battles that were to come. For months they fought and lost against Herobrine, and eventually, Mitch was forced to leave the fights after he found out he was pregnant with Sky’s child, something that neither of them were expecting to happen.

But, Seto’s magic was never wrong, and thus the two expecting parents, as well as Team Crafted and it’s recruits, all prepared for the coming life.

It was joyous at first, and everything was going perfect, until tonight when Hereobrine led an unexpected attack on the Team Crafted base.

Mitch had unfortunately been captured by Herobrine and was used as bait to lure Sky into a trap where father and son finally confronted each other.

Sky tried to convince his father that Mitch was innocent, and had nothing to do with the battle, but Herobrine saw Mitch as a weakness for Sky, and thus he used his powers on Mitch, poisoning him on the inside, and consequently starting him into premature labour.

Sky immediately fought against his father, and with the help of Enderlox and WitherMU, they were able to send Herobrine deep into the Nether World, not to be seen again for many years.

But, that still left Herobrine’s large army and a weakened Mitch from the poison and the labour.

Sky had taken Mitch away from the attack, whilst the other members of Team Crafted fought against the rest of the mobs.

Before Sky had left, Seto had given him a healing potion to heal Mitch of the poison in his body. But it was too late, and his body was already too weakened, and Seto could do nothing to stop the labour.

Tyler stood there in silence, holding the babe, who was surprisingly quiet despite the fact she had only been born not moments ago. He had only just noticed that Mitch had sacrificed his plaid hoodie to wrap the newborn in.

The only noise that could be heard was Sky’s weeping.

Suddenly though, the calls of their friends could be heard near the end of the hallway they were by.

Of course Seto was able to feel Mitch’s life slipping away.

And that means-oh no, Jerome.

“SKY, YOU SON OF A NOTCH, WHERE ARE YOU?” The bacca roared loudly, startling the babe who had originally been silent and therefore giving away their location.

Jerome entered the room in a state of anger, followed by the worried faces of the rest of the Team Crafted members.

They all halted as they took in the sight before them.

“Oh my god” Seto gasped, his hand immediately covering his mouth as tears started to flow down his face. His lover, Brice, wrapped his arms around him, pulling his face towards his chest, hiding the site away from his eyes.

“Biggums?” the bacca whimpered out, and the occupants of the room flinched at the pure pain in his tone.

Jerome and Mitch were childhood friends, Mitch being the first human Jerome ever made friends with, and they had been as thick as glue their whole lives until Sky came along.

It was no secret that the bacca’s heart beat for the human, but the Son of Herobrine had stolen his friend’s heart instead.

Jerome watched silently from the side as his best friend fell in love with another, but never once had he complained, instead treasuring the close bond the two of them shared.

Even if Sky and Mitch were lovers, Jerome and Mitch were soulmates; sharing a bond very few in Minecraftia ever shared.

Jerome rushed towards the dead body of his best friend, sitting on the other side of his body where Sky had him in a tight hold.

Jerome tentatively held out one paw to Mitch’s still face, stroking it slightly, ever so softly, as if he was caressing a lover.

“Sky…” Ty said softly, walking over and putting his hand on his friend’s shoulder. Sky didn’t respond to the touch, seemingly in his own world of pain.

Jerome had stopped touching Mitch and instead sat there in silence as he took in the state his friend was in.

Jason had slowly walked over to where Tyler was at and quickly gave his lover a once over before helping Tyler check over the newborn, who had calmed down after some shushing from Tyler.

Quentin slowly walked over to Jerome and sat beside him, wrapping his arm around his friend’s shoulder, and allowing him to lean against him in shock.

Seto, who had calmed down from the crying, gave Ian a look, communicating with him what had to be done. Ian nodded his head, understanding the task that had been set for him, before walking over to Sky, and without Sky noticing, he lifted the dead body of Mitch out of his arms.

As Ian walked out of the room to take Mitch’s body away, Seto nodded at Brice, who gave Seto a quick kiss to his head, before he followed Ian out.

And then there were eight.

Jerome, who had seemingly come out of his shock, immediately stood up, forcing Quentin’s arms off of him and startling everyone.

The bacca let out a deep growl which shocked Sky out of his state, allowing him to notice that he was no longer holding Mitch’s body. He looked up at the bacca.

“This is all your fault!” Jerome growled out in anger.

Sky stared at the bacca in shock, and then anger as he glared at his friend, before standing up as well.

“My fault? How the hell is this my fault?” Sky cried out in anger.

Jerome rolled his eyes, “Oh please! If Mitch had ended up with me, then none of this would have happened in the first place! The battles, the pain, the family drama, Mitch’s death?”

“Team Crafted?” Seto’s voice boomed out. Everyone stared at the sorcerer in shock, not knowing he could look so calm yet speak so aggressively.

Seto then strolled over to the two, who looked about ready to hit each other, if it was not for Quentin and Ty being prepared to hold them back.

“You would both do well to remember that it is neither of our faults. So Sky, I don’t want to see you blaming anyone but your father, do you hear me? And Jerome, I know your grieving, and I get that it hurts, but it hurts for all of us as well! Mitch wasn’t just your friend, nor was he just your lover Sky, he was our friend and fellow comrade, and his death is hitting and will be hitting all of us very hard.”

They all stood in silence amongst each other, processing the words of their friend. A throat was then cleared, breaking the silence. They all turned towards Tyler, who was slowly approaching them, the babe still held in his arms.

“Sky,” Tyler said quietly, looking his friend in the eyes.

“Would you like to hold your daughter?”

Sky’s breathing hitched, as he stared at the baby for a long time, before he looked away, turning around and walking away a few metres.

Tyler stood beside Seto, looking at him helplessly on what to do next.

“Um, can I hold her?” a meek voice said. Tyler’s head snapped at the source and was surprised to see it was Jerome.

Tyler’s faced softened before he nodded and handed the bacca the tiny babe.

The child only stirred slightly at the change in arms, before settling into the fluffy fur that the bacca had.

Jerome started to tear up at the sight of the little girl who looked so much like Mitch.

“Hey there,” he choked out, tears slightly falling down his face. “I’m your Uncle Jerome. Woah, you look so much like your Mother, you even have his hair” he said in awe.

Sky turned around slightly from where he was standing, staring at the sight that was in front of him. Jerome felt the slight movement, making eye contact with him before Sky quickly looked away.

Jerome stared at the child for another moment, gently stroking her chubby little cheeks, before placing a gentle kiss on her head and with a soft whisper, he promised her his undying loyalty and protection.

He then walked over to Sky, who was staring at the ground hard with a blank expression. Sky didn’t notice the movement until two hairy feet were in his line of sight, and only then did he look into the eyes of the bacca.

Jerome’s eyes soften at the broken sight of his friend that he had just been yelling at only moments ago. Then, without a word, he placed the newborn into the arms of her father.

Sky looked down at the child in shock before his eyes melted at the sight of her, and he let out a small smile, as tears started to stream down his face.

The child let out little noises, and Sky let out a small laugh as his daughter moved in his arms, trying to find a comfortable position, before finally settling.

“Hi baby, it’s your Dad here. I’m never going to let anything ever harm. Welcome to the world… Aurelia.”

And as the rest of the team gathered around their friend and new member; even with the death of a dear friend, the future never looked brighter.

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Note: Title taken from SkyDoesMinecraft's parody "New World".

Note 2: I was reading a lot of The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings fanfictions when I wrote this, can you tell?

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this! I had a lot of fun writing this :D I just wanted to add to the very few Skyenja fanfictions in this community. Merome will always be my number one, but Skyenja has a small place in my heart and I feel like it's lacking in love. It's hard to find fanfictions between these two, especially like this.

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All mistakes are my own.

Like/Reblog this if you enjoyed!

Ask me any questions if you are confused.

Bye bye Snowflakes! ❄️

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Kashyyyk - Chapter 75

Link to the masterpost. Chapter 74. Chapter 76.

@averruncusho @ceruleanrainblues @chubbsmomma thank you for reading, you get a tag. @skelelexiunderlord thank you for support, you get a tag.

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A small fire burns near a lived-in lean-to. I can see salvaged and broken Czerka equipment littered in the area as well. But no signs of movement. If Freyyr lives here, he’s not home. And I’m starting to think there’s just a lot of Force background noise on this planet, because I can’t really sense anything either.

Jolee walks forward into the encampment. “He was here recently enough,” he says, “I’ve never known a Wookiee to have bad fire safety.”

A loud roar. Yep, there’s the Wookiee. And he’s not happy to see us. “More of you Czerka core-rats?” he says. I resent the implication! I’m not Czerka! “Is even the heart of Kashyyyk not free from your kind?”

“He is almost feral after all this time!” Jolee mumbles softly. He moves to a more defensive position. “Calm yourself, Freyyr,” he says gently, “We are friends. Don't you remember me?”

Freyyr roars again. “After years in the Shadowlands, I remember only that outsiders are not to be trusted! I'll see you dead!” He wields a double-bladed sword and runs for us.

“Well, this may prove difficult,” Jolee comments idly. No shit.

Canderous hits Freyyr in the head with the butt of his rifle, distracting Freyyr from Bastila, who is still nursing her ankle. Jolee comes on one side of Freyyr, using a lightsaber style that Master Zhar didn’t tell me about. It barely uses any aggressive moves. He doesn’t want to hurt Freyyr any more than I do. I go for the Shii-Cho form. Maybe if we can tire Freyyr out, we can avoid spilling any blood on either side.

Freyyr strikes with a lot of power, every push he makes hurts me a lot. We’re not going to win this with brute strength.

Suddenly, I hear Jolee’s voice in my head - not a memory, he’s speaking in my head but his mouth isn’t moving. “My thoughts precisely,” he tells me, “Go left, I’ll go right. Ready?”

“Uhh…” I’m surprised - I thought Bastila and I could do this because of our Force bond. I didn’t even feel Jolee reach out. “Sure. Yeah. Ready.”

“Dive!” In an instant he dives to the right. I go left while Freyyr tries to regroup. He goes for me instead of Jolee. I jump and end up on a low branch (low for a wroshyr tree, anyway.) Freyyr is still focused on me despite Jolee being a vastly easier target to get, and he starts to climb up to me. His speed is mind-blowing, but before he can get to me, I drop down off the branch, falling into a roll. Now Freyyr has to get back down - he can either go the direct route and just fall, climb back down, or risk swinging on a kshyy vine that might break.

Jolee makes the decision for him and throws his lightsaber. He doesn’t throw it at Freyyr, he doesn’t want to hurt him, but he throws it near Freyyr, enough to cause him to lose his footing. Freyyr stumbles and slips, grabbing onto the branch at the last second. He starts to climb down now, but then Canderous fires a shot a little too close to Freyyr for my or Jolee’s liking, and Freyyr falls into the brush. If a human fell from that height, they’d be dead. Or at the very least have several broken bones and permanently impaired mobility. But Freyyr manages to pick himself up, slowly.

Jolee and I go over to him. Freyyr pants a little. “I... I am beaten,” he says softly, “Take my head, Czerka filth. You won't get another chance. So swears Freyyr of Kashyyyk.”

“I’m not here to kill you,” I say.

He spits in my direction. “The words of outsiders are tainted with lies,” he says, “You can't convince me otherwise.”

“Do you know Zaalbar and Chuundar?” A father should be convinced by the names of his sons.

And I’m right. Freyyr waits. “What?” he says in disbelief, but he wants to know more, “Those are the names of my sons! But they are lost to me now: one exiled, the other a traitor! Why do you speak the names of my sons? How do you know of them? Tell me!”

“My name is Rena,” I say, “I came to Kashyyyk with Zaalbar.”

“To my shame,” he says, “Zaalbar was exiled and enslaved. Do you dare claim to be my son's owner, outsider?”

“No, Zaalbar follows me because of a life-debt.”

“Does he?” Freyyr’s skepticism fades somewhat. “Then he sees something of worth in you. I will listen... cautiously. Gullibility has harmed me in the past. If I had seen the lies of Chuundar, he would have been exposed as a slaver. Zaalbar would not have been exiled.” He shakes his head, angry at himself. “I did not believe Zaalbar's claims. I believed the elder boy, as tradition dictated. The shame of Zaalbar's attack blinded me.”

“What happened?” I ask, “From your perspective.”

“Zaalbar saw it first,” Freyyr says, “He learned that Chuundar was dealing with the Czerka, leading them to our hunting parties. Chuundar would blame disappearances on the dangers of the Shadowlands. Zaalbar was crazed when he found out. He attacked Chuundar with his claws. I thought he had gone mad… shed his honor. I was bound by the old ways.” He scoffs at himself. “I learned the truth a year later. By then, Chuundar had spread lies of my own madness. I had no allies when I confronted him. He and his Czerka guards attacked me.” It’s a special kind of treachery that happens when you attack your own family. “I had to retreat to the deepest Shadowlands, but even there they followed.”

“That’s when I first saw him,” Jolee says, “I helped his pursuers lose him for a moment. Do you remember me now, Freyyr?”

“Yes, I think I do,” Freyyr says regretfully, “I am sorry about attacking. It's been so long since I have offered my trust, or accepted that of someone else.”

“I don’t quite understand,” Batila says, “Chuundar sent us to kill you, but from an objective standpoint, you don’t pose any problems. You can’t challenge his rule.”

“Well,” Freyyr says, scratching his face, “if Zaalbar is back, perhaps Chuundar is worried the people will realize things are not as they seem. Chuundar has established himself as a leader that succeeded despite the ‘tragedies’ that have plagued his family. If it was shown that he conspired with the slavers, his honor would be gone. I wonder…”

I like the sound of “I wonder.” “Sounds like you’ve cooked up a little plan,” I say.

“That would depend on you, Rena,” Freyyr says, “You will either kill me or decide that I may yet benefit my people.”

“Oh, please,” I say with a scoff, “I was never going to kill you regardless of what Chuundar said. He lost all credibility with me the minute I saw him flanked by Czerka.”

Freyyr smiles. “You aren’t so bad for a human,” he says. I’ll take that as a compliment. “There is a way I might challenge Chuundar, but it would take a lot to convince people they have been lied to.” Tell me about it. It’s always easier to believe a convenient lie than an inconvenient truth. “He has a strong web of lies, but if I appeal to the traditions of my people, I might be able to gather support.” He sits down and starts to draw in the dirt, illuminated by the fire. Looks a lot like our map, so far. “There is a legend of a great warrior from the old times. Bacca was his name, and he is greatly revered. Bacca found a crashed starship, our first hint of life elsewhere.” Was this before or after the Star Map and the Builders were here, I wonder? “He was a cautious old wook, and feared the taint of invaders. He constructed a vibroblade from the wreckage. It has long symbolized our independence. Only destined leaders have held it.”

Canderous scoffs. “A scavenger hunt for some sword?” he says skeptically, “You’re kidding.”

“I’m afraid not,” Freyyr says, before turning back to me. “It was the symbol of our great chieftains for centuries, but it was damaged a generation ago in ritual battle. Here in the Shadowlands Rothrrrawr fought the Great Beast.” How great a beast are we talking? Are we talking krayt dragon or katarn? “He sought a challenge, but this arrogance got him more than he could handle. He survived, but the blade of the sword stayed in the creature's hide. Our tales say it was taken because we had become undeserving. The hilt is still in the court of our chieftain… with Chuundar. If the blade could be found, Rena, tradition could cast doubt on his rule.”

“What sort of beast are we talking about?” I ask.

“Many have tried to hunt this beast, but only a few who have seen it have lived to tell the tale. And none have ever managed to kill the creature.” So I either kill the thing or die myself. I can’t exactly just ask for the blade. Maybe a Jedi could fare better than some Wookiees. Nothing against the Wookiees, but Jedi have some different abilities. Different fighting styles. “Many years ago, when I was far younger than I am now, a Jedi came to hunt the creature… a proud and boastful young man.” Wait. Don’t tell me. Let me guess - he’s dead. “Like many before him, he did not return.” Called it.

“The beast is cunning. It will not appear if there is an overwhelming number waiting to slay it. But if you gather in small numbers, we know how to lure it out. Fresh blood will draw it out. Before Chuundar's rule put an end to the ritual, fresh kills were often left as offerings in the south of this area, here.” He points it out on the map he’s been drawing. I compare it against the map I took off the Mandalorians. The Great Beast is in one of the spots we determined they could have been hiding, the one with only one access point.

“What sort of offering did you leave? Are we talking tach, katarn, like, what’s the size here?” I’m not about to lug a dead katarn around the Shadowlands.

“Typically we would use the body of a viper kinrath,” he says. That’s a manageable size. “Such bait will draw out the creature if properly displayed. I will stay here and try to think of what I will say to Zaalbar. I have wronged him. I hope he can forgive me. I will be here. Please, find the blade of Bacca's sword. I must make things right.” I nod.

“If we’re going on a beast hunt,” Canderous says, “maybe Bastila should stay here. If we have to make a quick getaway and regroup, your ankle will slow us down.”

“Oh, no, that’s no problem,” she says quickly.

“I don’t want you to get hurt,” Canderous interrupts, “Any good commander knows to leave the wounded out of harm’s way. Right, Rena?”

“He’s got a point, Bastila,” I agree, “You’re not really in the best shape to fight a presumably large thing.”

“It’s not a problem,” Bastila says again, “I’ll simply use the Force to heal my ankle.”

While Canderous looks on incredulously, Bastila waves her hand over her ankle. It glows briefly, and then she stands up and demonstrates the restored strength of her ankle. Then she smiles and nods at Canderous. Canderous tilts his head at her. “Any reason you didn’t do that before?” he asks, almost rhetorically.

Bastila stammers a little. “Oh, well… I… I suppose…” She finally gives up on trying to come up with an excuse and mumbles under her breath, “I liked you carrying me.”

Canderous grins - those two have really grown on each other and it’s adorable. “If you wanted me to hold you, all you had to do was ask,” he says softly. Bastila blushes, trying not to look at Canderous.

Jolee smiles and rolls his eyes. “All right,” he says, “Bring on the giant beast.”

#knights of the old republic #star wars #kotor #autistic artist #fiction #specs writes stuff #kotor fic #rena visz #oc #fem!revan #ls!revan #canderous ordo #jolee bindo #bastila shan #canderous x bastila #bastila x canderous #freyyr #kashyyyk #chapter 75

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I’ve been getting so many comments about Kronk being the only himbo in my Disney henchmen poll, so how about a poll of only himbos?

#tumblr polls #poll #bacca speaks #himbos

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3. a specific color that gives you the ick?

17. an anxious compulsion you do everyday?

23. do you wear jewelry?

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3. I like most colors, but not a big fan of yellowish greens, like this "baby puke green" (hex code #b6c406 for those who are curious)

17. Check this app....constantly 🙃

23. The only jewelry I wear on a daily basis is my wedding ring. See below for a #throwback Thursday of me modeling said ring during my wedding weekend back in 2019.

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#ask me stuff #me #throwback thursday #bacca speaks #thesadboisguidetolife

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Qui-Gon Jinn x reader (1)

“It is 2am, this is my week off, hardly anyone knows I’m here,” you muttered, tucking your lightsaber into the waist band of your pyjamas. “What the fuck?” You opened the door violently, but not far enough to expose yourself, and then pulled it the full way open at the sight of the wounded man hanging off your the younger man’s shoulder, a small boy peering out from behind them. “Hi,” Qui-Gon Jinn offered, weakly. “Did we wake you?” “Did you fu–did you wake me?” You bent down to his level, throwing his other arm over your shoulder to support his weight as you led him inside. “It’s 2am, you’re bleeding out, and the first thing you ask is ‘did you wake me’?” He raised an eyebrow, and you sighed. “Fine, no you didn’t wake me, I was reading. Difficult to sleep when I know Padmé is what, 12? And in the middle of a civil war. Stay there.” You pointed sternly at him, laying him down on the couch. “You, put pressure on where he’s bleeding.” “She’s 14!” Qui-Gon called after you, but it did nothing to scratch the image of him on your doorstep, pale and covered in blood. “Remind me again why we didn’t just go back to Coruscant?” You heard the younger man ask, as you clattered into the kitchen for your medkit. You made quick work of the nasty wound in his abdomen, the cauterised edges hot and blistered under your fingers as you stitched the open area shut. “Kalinda is much closer to Naboo than Coruscant,” Qui-Gon pointed out, wincing as you applied anti-septic to his wound. “And I knew (Y/N) would help.” “We need to get you to a hospital fast. And I assume you want to return to the Order’s facilities for that. Are you going to explain who these two are and how you came to be bleeding out on my doorstep?” you asked, packing away the medkit. “(Y/N), meet my padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi,” he responded, as you shook Obi-Wan’s hand. “Obi-Wan, meet Senator (Y/N) (L/N).” “You’re Senator (L/N)?” Obi-Wan exclaimed, offering a respectful bow. “There is no need to bow to me, Padawan,” you assured him, with a gentle smile. “It is a pleasure to meet you. Would you like–” A loud banging outside interrupted you, before the door was blasted in. “Never mind. You wouldn’t like.” You pulled Qui-Gon to his feet as Obi-Wan drew his lightsaber. "This way!” Obi-Wan took his Master’s other arm and the two of you half-carried him out the back door and into the forest. “Ship?” you inquired, swiftly. “Uh...shaky landing?” Obi-Wan tried. You rolled your eyes, leading him deeper into the forest. “Stay here and look after Qui-Gon and...child I have yet to be introduced to,” you instructed, ignoring the Jedi’s protest that he could look after himself. “You clearly can’t, given that he had to drag you to my doorstep. I’ve got a couple of classified documents and bills I need to get, as well as my comm. I can get us a ship.” “You can’t go back there!” the young padawan protested. “Can and am,” you answered, vanishing into the woods.

You were glad to have left your window unlocked when you crept back into your room, hearing your assailants clattering about downstairs. Almost as glad as you were to have packed light and not unpacked before going to bed, allowing you to simply snatch up your duffel and go. The door opened, startling you, and you hissed, pinching your finger accidentally on the window sill in your attempt to climb out. Glancing back, you caught sight of Darth Maul starting forward, lightsaber in hand and you jumped. You landed, tumbling, in the leaves below, and scrambled to your feet in a panic. Wounded, the Sith would be slower following you, but not much. You reached the three men you had left quickly, passing the small child your communicator, and tightening your bag straps over your shoulders. “Can you do me a favour?” you asked, crouching down to the boy. He nodded, immediately. “I need you to contact a man called Riker, ok? Tell him you’re calling for Senator (L/N) and she would like her favourite pilot at the pick up location as soon as possible.” You looked up at the young man standing over you, then glancing over Qui-Gon. “Get these two safely to the Kilda hotel. A Wookiee, Chewbacca, will meet you there. Qui-Gon knows the way. Go as quickly as you can, but try not to tear his stitches, or he might not make it back to Coruscant.” You weren’t even surprised that the fear in your voice was more for him than yourself. “I’ll be a little behind you, but I’ll try and catch up.” “What are you going to do?” Qui-Gon, asked, warily, even as Obi-Wan hauled him to his feet. You turned, as limping footsteps approached.

“Deal with my other uninvited guest,” you answered, activating your lightsaber as Darth Maul appeared. You heard the rough intake of breath from the padawan, but didn’t turn to face him, just circling Darth Maul. After a moment, Qui-Gon hissed for them to go, and you felt some of the weight lift from your shoulders as they left. “You’re not a Jedi,” the Sith Lord commented, his guttural voice giving away surprise. “And yet you defend them?” “I may not be a Jedi, but I’m not exactly a huge fan of, you know, dictatorship, and murder, and, you know, Palpatine kind of vibes.” He laughed, darkly, then struck forward. “And what do you know of Palpatine?” he asked, as you blocked his red blade with your white one. “He’s not as innocent as he seems,” you remarked, striking back strongly. “The Trade Federation weren’t exactly his enemies.” Maul blocked your attack, but pulled back quickly to release the pressure on his wounded arm. You pounced forward again, but he countered, throwing you backwards and following to stand over you. Gasping to get your breath back, you blocked the downwards strike he aimed at you, and continued until your lightsaber tore harshly through his ankle, leaving the bone half-severed and visible through the torn flesh. Crying out, he staggered backwards, his wayward lightsaber glancing against your shoulder as he collapsed. You quickly clasped a hand over your wound and took off, leaving the bleeding Sith Lord behind you.

“Where’s (Y/N)?” You imagined that without speaking Wookiee or knowing Chewbacca, standing before a bewildered, tired, and rather irritable Wookiee would be intimidating. “Do you know what he’s saying?” the little boy whispered to Qui-Gon, who shook his head helplessly. “Senator (L/N) sent us to you,” Obi-Wan tried, bravely. “She said you could get us out of here.” “I’m not leaving anywhere without her. Where is she?” Chewbacca responded, stubbornly. “Hi! Here, hi! Sorry I’m late, Bacca,” you offered, stumbling into the light of the streetlamps dotted around the ship bay. “You’re hurt,” Qui-Gon commented, as the young boy bounced over to you. “I’m fine. You need medical attention.” You waved it off, scooping the small boy up and making your way to greet Chewbacca. “Are you ever going to tell me your name, little one?” “I’m Anakin Skywalker!” he announced, eagerly. “Well, Anakin Skywalker, meet Chewbacca,” you responded, wrapping the tall Wookiee in as close to a one-armed hug as you could get. “Chewbacca, this is Anakin Skywalker, Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi, and Master Qui-Gon Jinn.” Chewbacca greeted them happily, leading the way onto the ship. You placed Anakin on his feet again, and he immediately began bouncing around the ship, examining the structure and wiring with an incessant babble of words.

You sat opposite Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan, carefully disinfecting the wound in your shoulder before you wrapped it. “How did you get rid of Darth Maul so quickly?” Obi-Wan asked, breaking the silence around the three of you. “I chopped his foot mostly off,” you admitted, offering a lop-sided smile that was half a grimace. “Can’t say I ever wanted to see a Sith Lord’s bone marrow close up, but here we are. The things I do for Qui-Gon Jinn.” Chewbacca set the autopilot, and returned to the seating area with a tray of food and tea, and you budged over to offer him a seat. The smell of food drew Anakin from his excitement, and he came racing over to squish in between yourself and the Wookiee, until you pulled him onto your lap so he could reach the table better. “How do you know Master Qui-Gon?” he asked, through a mouthful of bread. “You oughtn’t speak with your mouth full,” you chided, smiling. “And don’t make yourself choke. I promise there’s more bread where that came from and it’s not going to disappear on you. Qui-Gon was a Knight when I was training in the Jedi Temple. When my Master was busy with the Council, he oversaw much of my training.” You watched Qui-Gon carefully across the table, his face still pale and lapsed into a wince whenever he thought no one was looking. “Why did you leave?” Obi-Wan asked, at the same time Anakin cooed over you being a Jedi. “I found that the rules of the Order were not compatible with how I wished to spend my life and serve my people.” You smiled, wickedly. “Besides, who could say no to running off with a Wookiee pilot? Have you seen baby Wookiees? And Wookiee homes, oh, the forests of Kashyyk are for all intents a Heaven.” Chewbacca grunted his agreement, eagerly, nostalgia lilting his tone. “Oh so this is the man you left me for,” Qui-Gon teased, laughing. Your smile turned a little sadder, but didn’t disappear as you took a sip of your tea, Chewbacca laughing beside you.

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Caught in the Middle- Part 3

Jerome's P.O.V.

The three walked downstairs. Mitch went first, then Sky, Jerome lingered behind to look at his desk.

Everything seemed to be in order. He hoped Mitch or Sky didn't look at anything. Well, he wasn't that worried about Sky. Mitch on the other hand- he was used to treating Jerome's house as his own.

The Bacca shook his head and walked out to catch up to the others.

Once downstairs, he found them already sitting on the couch. Jerome sighed. What if he lost both of them tonight?

'No, don't think like that. Everything will be fine.' He thought to himself.

"What do you guys want to eat?" He asked, the question directed more at Sky than at Mitch. He knew Mitch would eat almost anything.

"I'll just have an apple if you have one." Sky said. Mitch didn't answer.

Jerome shrugged and got an apple for him anyway. It was late, and he knew for a fact he had eaten all of his food sprinting to the arena they fought in.

He walked into the living room and handed them each a fruit. Mitch looked up at him surprised. "Thanks..." He muttered.

Sky smiled at both of them. Jerome smiled back. It wasn't that he didn't like Mitch. He always had and he always will- but for some reason, Sky also made his heart melt like that. Both of them gave him the same butterflies. He couldn't choose. He really wanted to choose Mitch. They planned out a whole summer together after all, but it didn't feel right.

He sat down on the recliner off to the side of the room, a small sigh of nervousness escaping him. What would he even say?

"So... Why did you two even start fighting in the first place?" Sky asked hesitantly.

Mitch looked down at his lap. Jerome looked away. For the longest time, it seemed like neither of them would say anything.

Jerome looked back at Mitch the exact same moment he looked up. Gosh, they were so in sync it hurt.

"I guess... it's mostly my fault..." Jerome found himself saying.

Both of them focused on him. He felt a lump in his throat. What now? What could he say so that they both didn't hate him?

'Maybe finally talking about last summer would help'. He thought.

Taking in a shaky breath, he began to speak.

"I planned the trip, I confessed my feelings, and in the end I messed it all up." He took in another breath. He didn't want to get too emotional here. He didn't want them to feel sorry for him.

"I don't know what's wrong with me, I thought I would be happy with Mitch but something was off and I couldn't ignore it."

Mitch was looking down again. Sky spoke up.

"What... What exactly was last summer to you two?" he asked.

Jerome opened his mouth, but before he could say anything Mitch began to talk.

"It was what I was waiting for my entire life..." He mumbled, "It was everything I had ever wanted... up until the end."

He looked back up at Jerome. "Why did you do that? Why did you make everything perfect if you knew I wasn't who you wanted?"

The bacca looked away. Mitch kept talking.

"What kind of sick joke was that? Why am I not good enough to actually be with you?"

Jerome looked back to see Mitch staring right at him, eyes watering. It hurt seeing him like this. Seeing the most confident person he knew doubting himself.

"Mitch... Of course you're good enough. You're amazing. All those things I told you when we went away were true. It's just that my stupid heart can't decide. I really wanted to be with you. And trust me, I still do. But I don't know what's wrong with me! I love both of you and-"

He covered his mouth. That was too close.

"And Sky is just way better than me huh?"

Jerome closed his eyes. Didn't Mitch realize that Sky was in the room still?

"I can't say I blame you, of course he's better. He's nicer and doesn't die all the time. He comes in to check on you when you respawn. No wonder you'd want him over me."

Sky was staring wide-eyed at both of them, mouth open to say something that wouldn't come out.

"Mitch it's not that i'd rather be with him than you! I don't know what it is but I want to be with both of you! If that's even possible? You're both my closest friends. I love both of you but... I just can't choose! I don't know why. I thought the getaway would make me choose. But it just messed everything up!"

He could feel the tears soaking through his fur. He covered his face with his hands. He probably lost both of them. He was going to be alone.

The world was still for a moment. Jerome felt like everything was about to come crashing down, so he hoped things would stay frozen longer. He didn't dare look at them. If he did he would only be seeing them walk out the door.

But that's not what happened.

Instead he uncovered his face when he heard both of them walking towards him.

He was scared. His eyes were wide and his instinct to run was flaring up. There wasn't much a Bacca was afraid of. There were even less things one would run from. His heart was racing and he feared that they were both going to call him out to his face before disappearing from his life forever.

But that's not what they did. Instead, they both hugged him, and the waterworks began to flood.

Jerome didn't know how long they sat there crying. Mitch muttering apologies for the fights and Sky sniffling. Jerome was sobbing as well, both relived and terrified of what would come after this.

But for now, they were here. They didn't hate him. The relief outweighed the anxiety. So the three of them hugged each other, all trying to squeeze onto an armchair that could barely fit Jerome on his own. But it didn't matter.

Things were out in the open now, and so far it didn't seem like it would be too bad.

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