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fandom-trash-xl · 4 months

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Quick Incorrect Quotes Fistful, but I have good ones this time

Caulifla: I'm going to confess to you for Valentine's Day, so wait up for me after our training. Kale: Eh?! Caulifla: You're free after training, right? Kale: ...Yeah. Caulifla: Then, be prepared! Kale: ...Okay. Caulifla: Then, why's your face all red? Kale: Because you basically already confessed... Caulifla: DAMMIT! ...Never mind. -- Cabba, from the Tournament of Power benches during episodes 113-116: Let's go, lesbians, let's go! LET'S GO, LESBIANS, LET'S GO! -- Frieza, about Kuriza: I have trained the rightful heir to my empire~ Berryblue: You messed up a perfectly good child is what you did. Look at him. He's got anxiety. --- Goku: When Chi-Chi and I were first flirting after we got married, she asked me how I felt about pet names, to which I replied, "Well, you have to call them something." Goku: This is really testament to my wife's patience. Bulma: Goku, I think Chi-Chi might be a moronsexual. Goku: Hey, don't call her a moron! Goku: ...Wait. --- Vegeta, after pulling Yamcha aside, pointing to Frieza: That is a homicidal maniac! ...No, you may not date him.

#dragon ball #dragon ball z #dragon ball super #caulifla #kale #dbs kale #cabba #frieza #kuriza #berryblue #goku #bulma #vegeta #yamcha #yamza #caulikale #gochi #I'm probably going to post some of my headcanon drabble writings from my journal soon

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kale-of-the-forbidden-cities · 2 months

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got called an elf today as a probably insult but since I'm addicted to a middle grade book series known as kotlc I took that as a compliment and rolled with it

#guess I'm just flawlessly gorgeous bc I'm an elf #write a paragraph about my eyes while you're at it #pull a sophie foster and describe my lips in great detail #kale's unfinished thoughts #kotlc

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simmersofia · 3 months

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Kale: Woah! What happened to your hair??!!

Johnny: I shaved it all off in a panic spiral.

K: I thought you were gonna pee on a stick.

J: HENCE. THE. PANIC. SPIRAL.

K: Just do it, you’ll feel better once we know. And since you refuse to go to a doctor, this is the best we can do in this situation.

J: It’s positive, K.

K: Oh my—

J: My life is over. I’m a freak of nature. They’re gonna wanna do all sorts of freaky tests on me, Caleb! I can’t deal with puking, what if there’s puking involved?? How is this thing coming OUT??! I wanted to travel to Tomarang sometime, what if I never get to go there now? People say you can travel with a baby, but they are all lying!

K: Hey, baby, calm down.

J: I’m not ready to be a dad, Kale.

K: We’re gonna be parents, Johnny. Together.

#be careful kids #you think it’s funny to end your story with a cliffhanger mpreg surprise #and suddenly you’re in the middle of writing a story about a man getting pregnant 😩#🤦‍♀️#anyway #heading into the save earlier to getthe kale pic for the ask gave me a little inspiration 👀#it’s not an official start of a new story #but maybe we’ll check in with them every now and then #who knows 🤷‍♀️#sims 4 #ts4 #johnny in parenthood #is the tag for this i guess #tw mpreg #tw pregnancy #johnny zest #caleb tucker

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alexlesuagz · 12 days

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Okay this is NOTHING like my usual content but because S2 of HBO Max’s “Velma” show came out, I have arrived to say that for some reason I have the sudden temptation to try to rework it, because as bad as it is, there is SO MUCH potential they could have used when it comes to characters specifically that the writers WASTE HARD because they aren’t competent at all.

Like, they REFUSE to give any of the ‘likeable’ main characters some sort of self-awareness about shitty behavior and REFUSE to make them change and develop as characters to the point where the supposedly “alpha male parody” character ends up being the most likeable and interesting (yes, this is me confessing that I sat through the entirety of “Velma” S1 for Fred LMAO), and even then they just make him the absolute butt of the joke.

Honestly, unpopular opinion, but I think the idea of “Velma” being a bit grittier with their protagonists having a little bit more unlikeable traits could have worked, but they didn’t use it well and just turned it into a freakshow lovechild of “Family Guy” and a Temu version of “It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia”.

Then again, I’m not that familiar with the “Scooby Doo” franchise as a whole (I’ve only watched a couple old episodes), so if I were to rework “Velma”, the characters probably will still be at least a little OOC, but at the same time, the “Velma” versions are so OOC already, it fails as an adaptation/reboot of Scooby-Doo from the very first episode- At this point, any possible rewrite of the show is to expand on what it was possibly going for just so it can try to stand on its own 😭

(ALSO /GENQ WHERE CAN I START WHEN IT COMES TO GETTING INTO “SCOOBY DOO” AS A FRANCHISE? I’VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT GETTING INTO IT EVEN BEFORE I THOUGHT ABOUT REWORKING “VELMA”)

#clearing out my drafts #hbo velma #velma 2023 #velma show #velma season 2 #is this a writing pitch? possibly #would probably just be a series of character redesign discussion posts bc I’m not confident enough in my own writing #to make it an actual fanfic LMAOOO #the writing somewhat had potential #it’s just that mindy kaling is a shit writer and a shit person #uhhh #fuck mindy kaling #fuck velma 2023 #WHY AM I FIXATED ON VELMA OUT OF ALL SHOWS FUCK ME #scooby doo #scooby gang

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kalee60 · 8 months

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My latest AU fic is finally up - my twist on royalty!

Title: made you look

Rating: E

Tags: Alternate Universe - Royalty, Guards, Pining, Sassy Bucky, explicit sexual content, bottom Bucky, POV Bucky Barnes, slight dom/sub, mild fighting scenes

Summary:

Being part of the Wakandan King's Guard was a job Bucky never thought he'd fall into. But apart from the uniform, it was a great gig, especially since he got to stare at Captain Steve Rogers when the changing of the guard occurred. The same Captain who six months earlier promised him the night of his life then disappeared, ignoring him after.

So when Bucky ends up on duty with Steve, he wasn't expecting to be recognised, nor was he expecting a rogue intruder to interrupt his less than platonic thoughts.

First save the palace - second get the guy?

Or was there some other plan in motion that Bucky didn't know about?

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If this sounds like something you'd be interested to read - click on in here!

This is also for the @stuckybingo prompt - N2: "jerk"

#stucky #my writing #alternate universe #royalty #well - my twist on it anyway...#sassy Bucky - though when isn't he??#captain steve rogers #stoic until he's not ...#lots of words for so little plot 😅#kalees AU extravaganza

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coridotmp3 · 5 months

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DO FRIENDS FALL IN LOVE PLEASE I'M BEGGIN I LOVE THIS SONG

i love it when gay people have great taste do friends fall in love song of all time

do friends fall in love? (inspo playlist here...if you want it👀)

HANGSTER WHEN HARRY MET SALLY AU !! HANGSTER WHEN HARRY MET SALLY AU (which i'm sure has been done a million times before but fuck it !! i wanna do it so i'm doing it !!)

This fic takes us from a shared road trip right after college, to a shared plane ride, to a roommate interview, to something more. (non-canon, i am incapable of writing in canon <3)

a little something something to pique your interest:

"You realize that we can never actually be friends, right?"

"I really don't see why not."

"I've already thrown my hat in the ring. I've already told you that I find you attractive, made a pass at you, and you've shot me down. I'll spend the rest of our so-called friendship trying to convince you that you were wrong, and that we should sleep together at least once. You will spend it trying to convince yourself that all the things I'm doing are to prove that I'm just a really good friend and that I'm over you. We will both be unhappy with the outcome, and it'll all eventually culminate in this crazy, excessive blowout in which we will both say things we don't mean just to hurt the other. From this, we will never recover and all that 'friendship' will be for naught. At the end, we will be two miserable people who thought they could be the exception to the rule."

#if you look at all the wips i've shown you will see that i can only write dialogue <3 #hi kale love you <3 #cori.mp3 #hangster #sereshaw

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oksullen · 2 years

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hi hi i’m here for the prompt game c: i choose tsukishima and #140 ty!!

“would you just shut up and kiss me already?”

word count - 341

it was late in the afternoon, school's ending creeping up. the clock couldn't go fast enough, something everyone thought, everyone even tsukishima kei. he sighed, trying to block out your not stop talking. usually school seemed long enough- but you would just not shut up.

"are you even paying attention?" you huffed, waving your hand in front of his face.

he swatted it away. "stop." he put his hand down and slipped his headphones back on.

you rolled your eyes and continued anyways. though he was ignoring you he couldn't help but continue to look at your face. you noticed this but brushed it off. you continued to ramble on about who knows what. he didn't care. he didn't want to, but he did. this whole time anyone would have assumed he put on his music to ignore you, but truly behind the bitchy façade, there was no music. he was listening the whole time. though he had a limit and you were indeed talking his ears off he couldn't help but hold back a smile. he liked you, a lot more than he wish he did. he wanted to keep the tough image he was known for but he couldn't help but to fall for you.

he took off his headphones and placed them on the table, turning to look at you. “would you just shut up and kiss me already?”

you immediately stopped what you were saying. "what?"

"you heard me." he said, turning away from you. a faint blush was dusted on his face. you paused, processing it. "yes.. yes I can."

"good." he turned back to look at you, waiting.

"good.." you mumbled. looking around to see if anyone was looking. thankfully no one was. you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips. he gladly kissed you back quickly.

when you both pulled away your faces were covered in a shade of pink. you both sat silently blushing.

"you know I'm not actually going to shut up.." you comment.

"I didn't really want you to."

send me a prompt <3 og post here

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sunshineandviolets · 4 months

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Into the Unknown.

Happy (late) holidays to @yakov-vasilyev, I was your secret santa <3. Much enjoyed learning all about Devon, esp her relationship with Farah and Bobby! Hope I did your girl justice and this new year has been treating you well!! 🥰🤗💕 Fandom: The Wayhaven Chronicles Characters: Devon Kang x Farah Hauville (& Bobby Marks) @wayhavensecretsanta

The chill of the winter evening would be enough to make time slow down. From the small prickly hedgehogs curled up asleep within a pile of leaves till the warmth of spring was ready to greet them again, to the silent awes and faint twinkle in a young child’s eye as they witnessed their first snowflake. Jack frost nipped at their nose and in return heard the softest giggle as the confusion shifted to intrigue then finally pure wonder.

It was just past 5pm and the sun had already started to set, however the crowds of townspeople on the street still remained as lively as before.- regardless of the loud honks from a vehicle that was on the verge of collapse. The night sky was lit up from the endless colourful string lights that decorated the streets. No order, just chaos spurred all over the surrounded homes.

Devon squinted as she glanced up towards the car’s rear view mirror and grumbled once noticed the increased number of civilians that kept ‘mistaken’ the main road for a damn walkway. Her dark eyes ached with the continuous flash of lights directed towards her. The shine highlighted noticeable dark eye bags that had been one of the few consistent variables in her life thus far. A child or even an naive adult would describe the first snowfall to commence the winter season as ‘magical’ but for someone whose car’s heating would not turn on - despite the amount of times she had punched the button to no reward - Devon was not feeling to share those same reactions as she pulled her coat furthered into herself.

“Only a few more blocks to go”, she thought as she gripped the steering wheel tight and clenched her teeth to forcibly stop the chatter. A few more blocks till she would arrive back to a place that was once familiar and now is but a stranger.

Devon never wanted to become an officer in the first place, that was a position forced upon her as punishment for acts of delinquency. Devon Kang - the woman who had a promising future laid out in front of her when she was growing up. She was meant to gain a successful career as a lawyer, being on top - exceeding far from other’s expectations of her. That was until he came into her life. Took her trust, her heart and had let her lay her armour down, only from him stabbed her from behind. The single revelation of the betrayal from someone she once could call hers, led to her eventual down spiral. A fallen angel , knocked off her pedestal and into a string of bad choices and decisions. Her downfall was his fault. She let him in, to drop her guard and only for him to - urgh. It was his fault.

“ So why can’t I - ? ”

Devon let out a low grunt at the nuisance of the thought of those strikingly blue eyes flashed before her, but it was another that they changed out for. Eyes as bright as the sun that rose up from the darkness, like an unexpected gift from under the tree - the reason why Devon cannot fully regret becoming the detective… if it had meant she got to meet the terrifying surprise that tipped her world upside down.

Thoughts of the sunshine vampire whirled into her mind. A bitter laugh left her as she reminiscenced their first kiss all those months ago. Strange yet needed, as through it’s what she had been missing despite never thinking to look. The vulnerable expression of Farah as she asked her for the kiss - did Farah expect her to say no? Should she have? Any doubt that remained was erased once Devon’s mind shifted to the taste of Farah’s candy scented lip gloss. It happened in almost an instant, yet remained gentle and soft like a touch of a sunny clear day. Felt the sweetness of newly bloomed roses. After they both moved apart, that blissful kiss still lingered on her lips. The deeper she delved in thought about her new girlfriend, the increase of a chill crept along her back. This is new territory for her and one that Devon has yet to believe or understand that she even deserved.

A few moments passed and Devon eventually arrived at the station. It was once a home away from home, but ever since her forced promotion at the agency she had found herself hesitant by the foot of the stone steps. She watched as the light shined brightly through the windows from the cold shadows. She never understood how her old co-workers could just easily stroll in a place and make conversation without a stumble. All it had taken was a single look from Devon and the others would avoid and cower like she had the plague. She certainly never smelt bad - always remained rather pristine and put together with style, she thought whilst she smoothed down her pressed shirt.

A ping from her phone broke her chain of thought. Devon does not save people's numbers usually. A small contact list, less names to remember - only those that she actually cares about.

Tina Poname, 5:12pm. Seen.

“Dev! You coming to pick your things up or what?”

Tina Poname, 5:13pm. Seen.

“Don’t make me throw your shit in the trash - I will do it 😤”

Devon rolled her eyes, typed out a quick response then shoved the phone back into her coat pocket. Tina’s threats are not some to dismiss.

Devon Kang, 5:13pm. Sent.

“Try it and I will break your plant.”

She sighed whilst taking the steps back into a place that felt more as a distant memory. Devon brushed past individuals that made their way out of the building, ignorant of the pleasantries that were thrown her way.

***

In and out.

That was all it was supposed to be.

Get in, grab her stuff then leave. In and out. As easy as that. So, why was she stood in front of a bare naked pine tree with a box of cheap plastic ornaments in her hands. Devon wrinkled her nose when she remembered Tina’s big and bold pleading eyes. Devon was about to shrug her request off before Tina pulled out her trap card.

“Well this could be a rather difficult task, if you think you won’t be able to handle it then I suppose I could have another - ”

Devon sneered at her past self’s foolishness to fall for such a low blow trick that had landed her to decorate a tree over twice her size. Devon dealt with worse, she knew she didn't need help to assist with such a mindless task. Anyone around her knew better to ask or dealt with the agent’s stone cold glare that could rival Adams.

Like a blur, time sped up whilst Devon concentrated with the decorations. Volunteers, co workers, guests flew around and past her in all directions - but her focus remained on the tree. No time for pointless greetings or goodbyes, she had a system and it would be followed.

The moment she was unable to find the star topper, Devon decided it was a decent time for a break. That and her stomach betrayed her. She headed for the vending machine, typed out the number, tapped her card and waited for her chips.

And waited.

… Still waited.

Devon inched closer with anticipation whilst the bag started to tilt forward and … nothing. It just remained still, mocked her from behind the glass. She kicked at the machine, once or perhaps multiple times, but the chips still refused to budge. How was it that she could shove over an old powerful supernatural, but it was a single bag of chips that held its own against her? At least most people had already left for the day to not see a grown woman’s beef with a mechanical box.

“Oh angel, take it easy on the machine. You are going to leave a dent.”

Devon groaned and the hairs on the back of her neck stiffened up at that dreadful name. Not even needed to glance away from her new inanimate enemy, she already knew exactly who arrived. She let out another low grunt as she gave the machine one last hard kick, yet the chips remained attached on the rack.

“Need some assistance there, before you break company property - oh! I meant your ex - company’s property.” Devon made the fatal mistake and shifted her gaze to glance up at the taller man with his smug grin that pierced a burnt feeling in her chest. Bobby Marks leaned against the vending machine with a journalist pass displayed around his neck.

“Ah great. Just when my headache was thought to have gone” She rolled her eyes and spoke in a neutral tone, “the detective is not present, you have no business here.” “Who said I was here for business and not pleasure?” He winked and Devon just barely managed to hold in another groan. He already used that line once before in the past.

She was tired, she had a very brief moment of weakness and it was late - way too late. Devon was usually quite pragmatic, but in that moment, her mind betrayed her when she held the door open for him. Without a second to process, she felt a rough wet collision between their lips. An overwhelming scent of his cologne scraped against her nose. The kiss itself is as she expected. A fight for control. Urgency or desperation? Doesn’t matter. It was over as quick as it had started. After the sounds of betrayal, almost used once again for nothing more than a scoop - she will not allow herself to fall for that same mistake again.

“But really what a surprise to find you here after your sudden promotion, must be a christmas miracle - “ “It’s the fourth of December.”

Bobby continued as though she never interrupted, “and here I worried that agency of yours had kept you locked up and you’d tragically never see my handsome face again.” Devon noted the venom laced on his tongue at the slight mention of the agency. She managed to array Bobby’s suspicions of her new workplace and unordinary colleagues for the past couple of months, but how long will that secret last? Knowing Bobby for as long as she does, he won’t stop till he figured out the truth.

Devon rolled her eyes again at his comment, but stopped at the sound of a bag drop. Her eyes darted towards the row ‘035’ and that very same chip bag had indeed fallen onto the tray. When her gaze moved towards the control panel, her surprise quickly shifted to a glare towards her conversation partner who was in the process of putting away his card.

“I did not need your help.” Bobby scoffed lightly, “Bold of you to assume these were for you.” He reached down faster enough to beat her for the winning prize. He opened her bag. He took out her chips. With the usual smirk drawn on his face, crunched down on each chip. One by one. However, it did not last as that nauseating smirk faded into a knowing grimace.

Bobby let out a loud cough and tossed the bag onto an empty desk, “Kale? Who on earth would choose to eat kale flavoured chips?” Devon scoffs with a small quirk of a smile “it’s called being healthy, why don’t you try it some time?” Bobby rubbed a hand on the corners of his mouth, “it’s called being pretentious, Kang.”

“Takes one to know one, Marks.”

Bobby took a few steps closer towards Devon, leaned down to match her height “we always had much in common, hadn’t we? Shame truly we don’t spend nearly enough time together anymore to explore - “

Devon was about to snap back at him, if it wasn’t for her surprise wrapped up in all colours of the rainbow.

“Dev!! Honey! I saw your car outside, are you in here?”

Farah’s booming voice echoed through the office, a pleasant chime to the ears. She had a peppy spring to her steps, with her poofy skirt bouncing along with her and colourful rainbow stockings proudly on display. She swung around a small woven tote bag, whilst she skipped with a beaming smile towards Devon.

“You would not believe what I managed to score, and for free as well!” Farah’s excitement could radiate an entire room with how much twinkle would shine from her amber eyes.

Bobby let out a loud cough and Farah’s bounce halted and finally realised his existence in the scene. He was not amused, “We were having a conversation here.” Farah threw him a disinterested gaze up and down with a shrug “emphasis on ‘were’. You are no longer needed - not when the real gift has arrived!” She gives a small twirl of the skirt and sent a wink at Devon. Devon snorted at the man’s insulted face. She hesitated at first but reached over for Farah’s hand and gave it a small squeeze.

Bobby glanced between both women then at their joined hands, gave a slight roll of the eyes before he plastered a tight smile. “Oh! It seems I am getting a call,” He whipped out his phone and very obviously typed out a number. He kept his gaze locked onto Devon as he spoke, “Hello there Harriet, did you miss me?” Devon just scoffed at his antics.

Farah stuck her tongue out at the man when he headed out of the station, then shook her head and sighed, “What a total weirdo. Good thing you totally upgraded from that, right honey?” She glanced towards her with an anxious smile. Farah has always been rather open, going through life, her heart on her sleeve, even a hint of insecurity can easily slip past that smiley façade. However, without the necessity of words, Devon lifted their joined hands to press a faint kiss on her knuckles and those once anxious thoughts simply faded away.

Farah’s cheeks darkened and sputtered out a soft laugh “oh gosh - wow. Gotta say babes, I'm never truly tired of finding these surprises of yours hidden within.” Devon showed a small inch of a smile and Farah’s grin widened, then blinked for a second “Wait, what was I going to say again?” Devon glanced at the tote bag and raised a single brow, Farah clapped her hands “Oh right! Check it.” She opened the bag and revealed a small box of freshly baked mince pies. “Some old human was selling a bunch on the street and she ended up giving me a box with no charge! Must have been hypnotised by my adorable face, haha!” Devon purses her lips in slight confusion, “firstly I am not going to argue about ‘adorableness’ of your face as that’s obviously true to a fact,” Farah blew her a kiss. “But you are a vampire, aren’t you not? You don’t need to eat actual foods.” Farah flapped her hand, “Need? No. But I heard these small pie things are a big deal this time of the year, so I was curious what all the hype was about.” Farah shuffled near, their hands still joined, the sudden closeness caused a warmth to bloom on Devon’s cheeks. “And I thought you might appreciate the snack.”

Devon hadn’t told anyone she was heading to the station. Hadn’t told anyone if she was eating out or staying in. But despite not knowing if they were going to meet, Farah still thought of her. She used her free hand to gently cup her girlfriend’s cheek. Examined her for any possible ulterior motives, tricks or tomfoolery - but what she deduced was nothing but the earnest truth, as she has always been.

“You are forever on my mind, honey. I hope you know that. If not, I do not mind getting to remind you every second of every day.” Left speechless, Devon responded with a slow nod. She leaned up slightly for a gentle kiss with a short breath of relief that escaped her lips. Farah’s leg propped up with her arms around Devon’s waist, kept her close and near. A picturesque portrait with the newly decorated tree behind the blossoming couple and seemingly Devon finally found the star.

All she wishes for this Christmas season is not to lose her shooting star anytime soon.

The End.

#the wayhaven chronicles #wayhavensecretsanta #farah hauville #farah x detective #twc fic #twc edit #my writings #my edits #my fav thing is when people have a designated tag for their oc #so much fun just looking through to find little details #aka the kale chips haha #anyways i had such a blast writing Devon!!#love me a grumpy intimidating woman with a soft spot

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inonibird · 4 months

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The ceremony concluded with Qymaen’s blessing, who knelt with as much reverence as he could muster. His cloak weighed warm and heavy on his back as he waited for Malga Shapra to paint vertical streaks up through the eye sockets of his kakmusme clear into the wrappings of his dulhlava. His heart thumped in his ears and his scales buzzed in anticipation of their impending departure, but he swallowed his restlessness and bade his breaths settle to try and give the Malga’s blessing the appropriate attention.

“You’ve taken the brunt of Kalee’s burdens upon your shoulders, Khagan,” said Malga Shapra in a soft voice, “and have passed your expectations for yourself to the rest of our people. But I hope you will remember that you have nothing to prove to us that you have not already done.”

Qymaen bit his tongue. Derision had no place in a blessing ceremony, no matter how deserved. He refused to interrupt Malga Shapra, even if he couldn’t bring himself to agree with what he told him. His mask hid his tight lips and the skeptical tilt of his brows.

Finally, the Malga ended his blessing with the standard verse: “May the spirits of our ancestors watch over you and keep you and your warriors safe in battle, Qymaen jai Sahuldeem.”

“I will continue to honor their memory, Malga Shapra."

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Chapter 7 of Part Five - Martyr of the Sahuldeem series is up! And thus marks the end of Part Five. Hopefully there will be some chapter art for this one. Thank you if you've stuck around and continued reading Sahuldeem for this long. The sixth and final part is just around the corner...I can barely believe it.

#Inoni Writes #Sahuldeem #Star Wars #Qymaen jai Sheelal #General Grievous backstory #Kaleesh #Kalee #Part Five - Martyr #fanfic #Sahuldeem spoilers #:(#you all knew this was coming right #RIP everyone #(including me I'm exhausted)

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kale-of-the-forbidden-cities · 30 days

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sokeefe

I'm in an angst mood :) tw implied suicide

Keefe smiled sadly. "You really are as oblivious as they make you seem, Foster."

"Keefe, I'm serious, what are you talking about?" Sophie gripped her imparter tighter, trying to get a good glimpse of Keefe's background. No luck.

"I'm really sorry," His smile faded, and he looked away. "I'm sorry I couldn't be enough."

"You are enough."

Keefe shook his head. "You have to let go."

"I love you," Sophie cried desperately.