I think tubbo and pac would be like "isn't it so cool how all of morning crew is trans?" to fit, and fit would be like "haha I'm cis" and tubbo and pac would be like "you won't be when we're done with you".
Anyway trans poly morning crew
You opened my eyes to the world of so many possibilities, also fit immediately like "well, mark me down as scared AND horny"
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Some Four love after the poll got them no votes at all LOL. May yet clean it up a bit more, but for now I wanted to share. Design for my own AU.
There's a reason for their variation in looks and all, which I'll put under the cut. It's not super vital to my AU because Four themself has no fucking clue why its doing that, but if you're curious about the reasoning go for it.
Yes, go ahead, make all the grey-ace jokes you want about Shadow, it's not why he's in grey but its true.
If y'all looked at his bio, you'd notice I stated he's intersex via genetic mosaicism. Well, if you look at the pics above that comes out in some designs. Obviously Four has no idea why the split had the effects it did, but their weird genetics get scrambled by the splitting and results in varying expression of albinism, gender and -- as will come up in another fic soon -- their epilepsy.
They all still mainly use he/him, and only sometimes they. In terms of Word of God with this AU, I'm not going to be more specific on them being multiple because its a complex condition that probably was heavily influenced by the situation with the Four Sword when they were only fourteen. This, too, is something Four honestly isn't fully sure of themself: did the sword do this, or was he always like that?
I'll leave it up to y'all to fill in the blanks, because -- on top of all of the above -- Four will not give a straight answer unless it's absolutely necessary. So enjoy?
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Extremely short little piece for you all based on one of my TechPhee headcannons!!! :D this was both self-indulgent and also a break from writing angst constantly lmao
Hope you enjoy <3!!
"Tired?"
Tech blinked, jolting up from where he was leaned forward. He looked around, eyes landing on Phee, who watched him earnestly.
"You're falling asleep," She commented, voice low. "If you're tired, we can go."
Tech blinked again, slow, and took in his surroundings. Hunter was serving Crosshair another platter, Tech swore it was at least his third. Wrecker and Omega were talking, though they looked as tired as Tech felt. Echo was leaned back, sighing contently as he listened to the bustle of the table. The chatter around him fuzzed out as he turned back to Phee.
"I can manage." He lied, resisting the urge to rub at his eyes until they stopped stinging. Phee tilted her head, a knowing smile. "Right," She nodded. "No shame in calling it quits."
"I don't need to." Tech winced when a familiar, almost childlike insistence that crept its way into his tone. A habit that only rarely came up. When he was tired. Phee nodded again, her smile only growing.
She tugged him closer, fingers wrapped loosely around his belt. "Well," She quipped, urging him to lean closer. "My shoulder's cold. Mind warming it up?"
Tech, despite his confusion, agreed and went to rub the warmth from his palms into her shoulder. She stopped him, and wrapped her free hand around his neck, guiding him to rest against her shoulder, head leaned against it.
Tech almost complained. The warmth that blossomed upon contact gave him pause, and he melted, sighing contently with his face pressed into his neck.
"Comfy?" Phee's voice rumbled as she chuckled from above, though Tech felt her swallowed thickly as he peppered kisses along her neck, a silent thank you. "Don't leave me too hot, now." She warned, but wouldn't let him pull away.
Tech hummed. The once overwhelming sounds of conversations faded as he relaxed into Phee. She was whispering to him, sweet words meant only for them, and he let his eyes drift shut. Phee smiled, hearing his soft exhale as he fell asleep.
Phee shared a look with Hunter, who glanced at Tech, then gave her a nod of approval.
They continued like that for maybe an hour, before Omega and Crosshair had joined Tech in sleep. It was a joint effort, moving them without disruption. Wrecker's hold was careful as he moved.
Phee turned away, having safely tucked Tech into their mostly shared bed, and paused when she felt a hand clasping her wrist. She turned, seeing Tech watch her, eyes half shut.
Phee went to comfort him, to ease him back to his slumber, when he spoke in a mumbled whisper, confused and drowsy.
"You're not staying?"
Phee found her heart stuttering at the innocence behind the question. "I can," Phee assured, quickly clamblering into the bed. "Move over."
It barely fit Tech, but she didn't mind the squish. Tech easily curled himself into her, turning his face to rest in the crook of her neck, like he belonged there. Phee reckoned he did.
Easily and happily, she snaked her arms around him, pulling him closer. Tech mumbled, voice heavy with sleep and his touch gentle as he drifted back off, sighing contently.
Phee watched him, a wide smile on her face she couldn't shake. She traced the features of his now resting face, admiring the way his nose scrunched and his hair ruffled.
"You've got me all soft, Brown Eyes." Phee whispered, pressing her lips to his eyelids. "You better stick around."
"Course.." Tech's sleep-filled whisper replied, turning to breathe strings of rapidly fading consciousness to her. Phee laughed, nodding along with him until he was incoherent. "Adorable." She whispered, tone fond.
Phee lost track of time, slipping off herself. All she knew were the comforts of Tech's steady presence, warm and solid as they slept soundly, away from their troubles.
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SWTOR Short Stories (and In-Universe Documents)
I know someone else has already done this work elsewhere, but for the life of me I couldn't find it. So, I've put together a comprehensive list of all of the devblog short stories and in-universe epistolary-type documents (documents, journals, dossiers, missives, personnel files, communications, etc). Short stories are bolded and marked, in case you're only looking for those.
2.0 - 7.2
SIS Intel Report: Key locations overview of the planet Makeb
Imperial Intelligence Report: Persons of Interest on Makeb
Facilities: Take a Virtual Tour
A Letter from Special Executive Rasmus Blys
WORK WITH PRIDE. WORK WITH CZERKA.
CZ-198 and the State of Czerka Corporation
CZ-198 – Meet the Staff
HoloNet News Exclusive Interview: Baron Deathmark
HoloNet News Exclusive Interview: Baron Deathmark, Part 2
A Record of the Dread Masters
The Search for Oricon
HoloNet News Exclusive Interview: Baron Deathmark
IMPERIAL EDICT GR-1NC4
Additional Personnel Files
Four More Picks for You
RE: Kuat Drive Yards
EMERGENCY ALERT: Rakghoul Plague Outbreak on Alderaan – AVOID ALDERAAN!
State of the Galaxy
Since KOTOR: Manaan
Lana Beniko’s Journal: Darth Arkous
"Surface Details" (short story)
"WANTED: DEAD AND DISMANTLED" (short story)
"Remnants" (short story)
The Revanites’ Ascendance
"Bedtime on Concordia" (short story)
Rishi: Places of Interest
Raider’s Cove: Persons of Interest
"The Price of Power" (short story)
"One Night in the Dealer’s Den" (short story)
"The Final Trial" (short story)
Go Big, Go Small, Go Nowhere
"Regrets" (short story)
"The Sixth Line: Part One" (short story)
"The Sixth Line: Part Two" (short story)
"Vacation" (short story)
"Brothers" (short story)
"A Mother's Hope" (short story)
"Trading Scars" – A Short Story on Umbara (short story)
"Copero Short Story Blog" (short story)
Jedi Under Siege: State of the Galaxy
Dantooine Tactical Report
"Quite A Story To Tell" (short story)
"Seeing Red" (short story)
Intelligence Report: Historical Analysis of Manaan
Mission Abstract: Investigate link between Darth Malgus and the planet Elom
"All That’s Left" (short story)
"Bottled Fury" (short story)
"Snare" (short story)
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