#koramberlynne

[copperbadge]

Sam, Planet Money has just informed me that according to NY tax law, a burrito is a sandwich! I don't know what to do with this information, but for some reason I feel vaguely betrayed.

Oh yes! That's a classic episode, I saw it come across my podcatcher's dash.

I think that case, the "is a burrito a sandwich" case, is actually what kickstarted the "what is a sandwich" discourse online. At the very least it put it prominently in the public consciousness.

#food #koramberlynne

[feybarn]

Has anyone asked about Post MD Obi-Wan Needs Therapy yet?

Nope, not yet!!! And here's a little of Obi-Wan being traumatized!!!

Obi-Wan tightened his grip around the object in his hand on instinct and he had to force himself not to flinch and whirl. He looked down to see what he’d grabbed. It was a cup, text along the side of it declaring that ‘I went to Coruscant and I’ll I got was this stupid mug’.

Obi-Wan assumed that Quinlan had picked it out.

He took a deep breath—his nose was annoyingly stuffy, making the breath shorter than he’d been aiming for—forcing himself back under control. He straightened his shoulders and slid on a neutral smile before looking up. “Hello, Master Tholme. I apologize for stealing your sofa last night.”

Master Tholme was standing at the kitchen door, and Obi-Wan found himself taking in the broad shoulders, scarred face, and intelligent eyes, his mind calculating how quickly Tholme would be able to plow through a group of children. 

If Obi-Wan was going to stand a chance he’d have to be the one who had the element of surprise on his side. 

He pushed the thought away. 

Tholme was a Jedi.

This was the temple.

No one was going to kill kids.

He shoved down the image of Bruck laying broken at the bottom of a dried waterfall, ignored Xanatos’ taunts echoing in his mind.

It was fine.

#wip game #koramberlynne #fey's writing

[siderealdei]

*incoherent yelling* about golden enclaves. processing... processing... processing...

I HAVEN'T READ IT YET!!! (┬┬﹏┬┬)

Will hopefully get to it within the next couple of weeks and join your incoherent screaming, but I'm delighted to hear that it was good!

#ask and answer #the golden enclaves #@koramberlynne

[levitatingbiscuits]

Having feelings about courtly love today? :D

all day every day lmao

#my obsession with courtly love is 50% of the reason i kept flirting with the closet so long #because hey i could stomach men if i never had to consummate #but courtly love with WOMEN?? #suddenly i want to be the knight longing for her lady and getting a kiss after i beat some dude into the ground #also big into courtly love between knights who secretly long for each other WHILE beating the shit out of each other #honestly that last one has jangobi vibes #koramberlynne

[mneiai]

Jaster and Obi-Wan, Krownest. If we had met sooner, I wouldn’t have to do this now.

I don't know why this ended up being the first one I got an idea for, but, here we are lol

xxxxxx

Jaster's cape flapped behind him in the chill wind, against the white of the snow surrounding them, Obi-Wan thought of how he looked like a propaganda poster come to life. The Mand'alor Triumphant.

At that angle, Obi-Wan couldn't even see the bodies around them, the soot and blood, and other things, soiling the trampled snow at most of their feet.

"If we had met sooner, I wouldn't have to do this now." Jaster's tone made a strong showing of regret, though in the Force there was nothing but the slow fading giddiness of battle and victory. "If you had forsworn the False Mand'alor, you would have been welcomed among the Faithful."

Whichever Wren it was they'd dug out of the pile of survivors and decided was high ranking enough to speak to was brave in the way of someone who knew their life was already forfeit. "You'll never win this, Mereel."

"I will. Every day Vizsla slinks away to a new hiding place instead of challenging me is a victory. There are so few neutral clans left they barely even count anymore. And you...your clan will serve as an example. What will happen to any who stay loyal to him." Jaster walked around the Wren, as if barely paying attention to him. "All of the adults of Clan Wren will be executed as dar'Manda. Krownest will be given to a clan who is faithful to *me*, your ade will be separated and raised as foundlings. Your name will be forgotten but all but the most devoted of scholars."

Fear was growing in the Wren, and those captives who were in hearing distance. Which was a calculated number, Obi-Wan knew, just enough to let this information spread, to see who would break knowing. Death was not a major threat against a Mandalorian, but the fear that Jaster could be legitimate enough to keep their souls from the Manda, combined with knowing the enemy would poison their children's minds against their enemies, would serve to persuade some to betray Death Watch.

Obi-Wan had seen it once before, already. He hoped he didn't have to see it again.

When he'd been offered a position of neutral observer in the renewed Mandalorian Clan Wars, he'd thought what he'd see would be familiar. He still remembered his year on the run with Satine, the terrorist attacks interspersing various clan meetings.

Mereel had been, so the story claimed, captured by an enemy and stowed away for all that time, missing the chance to bring some legitimacy to the traditionalist Mandalorians' cause. When he was freed (and Obi-Wan had doubts, but none of his other theories were any less preposterous), he slowly regained followers to his cause, support from across the sector and outside of it, from all the people and corporations that Death Watch and the New Mandalorians had made their enemies over the years.

Satine's death at Death Watch's hands had opened up a power vacuum that Jaster had expertly stepped into. And soon enough, Obi-Wan was sure, the entire sector would be his.

Jaster was leaving, pulling Obi-Wan from his thoughts, the Wren on the ground no longer forced to kneel, but slumped over with a bolt between the eyes. It was the easy way out, Obi-Wan knew, to let his mind wander instead of focus, but it was the closest he'd come to protecting himself.

No amount of diplomatic immunity (something he wasn't entirely sure the Mandalorians even understood) would protect him from trauma.

His feet led him straight back to the ship they'd taken down, only a few paces behind Jaster. They were the only two that entered, Jaster turning to face him as soon as the door sealed shut behind him.

"You disapprove?"

Obi-Wan stiffened. "It's not my place to approve or disapprove."

Jaster smiled, a wicked look that made a shiver go down Obi-Wan's spine. "It could be," he murmured, gloved hand tracing a light touch over Obi-Wan's cheek.

"You only want me because I was hers." He didn't dare speak Satine's name, still remembering the slurs the Mandalorians had slung the last time she'd come up.

"You undervalue yourself, Ben," Jaster ignored the wince Obi-Wan gave at Satine's nickname for him, "I saw you defending yourself out there, and getting to the ade and defending them. As soon as you admit you're a Mandalorian, not some Jedi, I'll have to fight off other suitors."

He should never have spoken Mando'a, he knew, should have never shown just how much of their culture he knew. When he was only Satine's pet Jedi, they'd ignored him. But then they saw his "potential," then Jaster started paying attention, and he'd accidentally sealed his fate.

#jaster mereel #obi wan kenobi #jastobi #ask answers #koramberlynne

[atelier-dayz]

koramberlynne replied to your post: Still working on Chapter 13 so sadly it won’t be...

omg, once again Obi-wan prevents Galidraan. In this au, is it a soulmate mark that has made it obvious that they’re mandalorian and jedi, respectively?

(I hope you don’t mind me replying as a post so others can see!)

Short answer: yes!! 

I swear I’ve discussed the basics of Tegaanal including the soulmarks on here before but for the life of me I can’t find it and I gave up looking LOL No one ever asks me about Tegaanal and I’m sitting here going “BUT SOULMATES Y’ALL!!!” I guess the post has vanished, and I don’t talk about it much myself. Whoops.

SO for everyone!

Tegaanal is the very first AU I started writing after Jate’kara and it’s just been marinating in the back of my mind since I need to finish re-reading JA first. 

It’s a soulmate AU, where people have matching soulmarks that only they can see until they first touch. Only after that do the soulmarks become visible to other people. (And not everyone has a soulmate, maybe like 50-70%? And some species tend to not have them; some species tend to have them.) It’s considered the Height of Impoliteness to ask someone if they have a soulmate/soulmark and discuss them unless the person volunteers that information themselves. 

Jango and Obi are of course soulmates! :D And yes, their soulmarks make it obvious they’re Mandalorian and Jedi, but that’s also something weird because their marks are weirdly generic from each other’s points of view. So they’ve never really looked for each other because they’ve got next to nothing to work off of. (Also Obi’s been too young to look, and Jango’s been too young and then too busy holding the Haat Mando’ade together.) 

...Until the clusterfuck that is Melida/Daan! Which I have tweaked to go even worse than in JA 8D 

Bonus content: Dooku is Extremely Not Pleased with Qui-gon leaving his BRAND NEW THIRTEEN YEAR OLD GRANDPADAWAN in a WARZONE, where the combatants have shown no qualms in killing 1) children and 2) Jedi even when they are acting in official Republic capacity. (Spoiler line here *eyebrow waggle*)

Edit to be clearer: the soulmarks are weirdly generic because Plot Point. ;)

#koramberlynne #tegaanal #miya replies #jangobi #my fic

[inqorporeal]

WIP guessing game with ship?

Another two-fer!

It took some time -- and some costly flying, breaking the remains of his fleet into smaller groups -- to triangulate the signal's source: a beacon dropped in an asteroid field on the outer reaches of an uninhabitable system. The code, however… oh, Hondo knew that code. He was one of perhaps only a handful of sentients entrusted with it, and assembling a response took the better part of a day. Their patience was rewarded when a small ship, barely more than a shuttle, emerged from its hiding place on one of the larger asteroids and made its cautious way out. 

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Some Mando'adë, like Vizsla, felt that the Sundariisë were a blight on the culture, dar'manda, and should be eradicated with prejudice; and that Jaster was equally at fault for accepting them and enacting social reforms. It didn't matter that the reforms had been asked of him by his people -- people who lived in Keldabe; on the northern vhettë; on Concord Dawn; who made their homes on a ship and operated away from Manda'yaim.

#post-66 pirate au #between worlds #koramberlynne

[norcumii]

koramberlynne replied to your post: Alpha 17 was decanted without any fucks left to...

The distribution of fucks is ideally evenly distributed in a batch; however, this is often not the case.

HAH! I can see it! :D

#koramberlynne #star wars #star to steer by #alpha 17

[kotorswtor]

koramberlynne replied to your post “darthvronton replied to your post “Oh man. I feel like one of these...”

They need to roll each other off a convenient cliff first tho.

Oh man, with dual jetpacks in the mix, it’s like Aladdin’s “A Whole New World” except with two cranky tin-plated middle-aged dudes who are annoyed at each others’ existence and losing the last bit of dignity they didn’t even know they had left.

glamorousgamine replied to your post  “darthvronton replied to your post  “Oh man. I feel like one of these...”

Wait wait wait accidental Shibari? Tell me more!

Din and Boba deploy fibercord grappling hooks at the same time, get progressively more hopelessly tangled together like a couple of bucks locking antlers during rut...aaaand turn around and the whole entire-ass bucketfucker fandom is standing there blushing furiously with their hands jammed over their mouths  (or wolf-whistling, or blowing kisses...)             

#koramberlynne #glamorousgamine #star wars silliness #star wars headcanons #or is it 'wolffe-whistling'

[consumptive-sphinx]

🔥 Waterfowl

“lives near us and isn’t necessarily afraid of us” =/= “evil asshole” 

#memes and things #koramberlynne #ask

[seladorie]

In your FFXV sentinel au, some sort of situation where Prom and Dino run into a glaive patrol outside of the wall while Prom is taking down some sort of monster or magitek patrol?

thanks for the prompt!!! it was fun revisiting the sentinel au :)

read here on AO3 or down below!

In hindsight, Prompto may have miscalculated. That would imply that he thought through the consequences of running away from camp in the middle of the night to rescue some people who had the misfortune of being surrounded by three red giants.

He does not think it through. Prompto doesn’t even know who’s being attacked. He and Dino could see the giants, taking form through the darkness, blades glowing like a deadly beacon, and they both start running.

Dino reaches the campsite before he realizes that while he ran to safety, Prompto ran towards the daemons.

“PROMPTO!” screams Dino. “PROMPTO, WHAT THE FUCK!”

Prompto yells, “I’LL BE BACK IN A MINUTE!” There a few people that he can feel fighting for their lives, focus and fear and anger and exhaustion threatening to choke him. The red giants themselves ooze such overwhelming hatred and violence that he slams up his meagre walls, raises his gun and fires.

The shots do little damage, but draw the ire and attention of the giants away from the people they’re attacking, giving them a much needed reprieve. And more importantly, an opportunity.

Prompto rolls out of the way of the red giant’s flaming sword, the heat of it so oppressive that his head swims. He can hear the sound of the others attacking, so he lifts his gun again and continues his onslaught in order to distract the giants away from them.

Cold air bursts around him; Prompto slides several feet before landing on his ass on the ground. He thinks, Oh, cool, magic! The implications of one of the people he helped having magic sinks in. Oh, shit, magic!

It takes time. The extreme heat of the giants and the cold of the magic leaves Prompto sweating and shivering all at once. The sweat makes the situation far less tolerable, chilling his skin even further.

The ice magic does its job and does it well. One red giant screams into nothingness, and the others follow shortly. The darkness hisses and fades, and Prompto drops onto the ground in exhaustion. He regrets the decision pretty much instantly, ice on the ground seeping into his clothes.

“Come on, get up,” said someone nearby. A sentinel someone, bonded and feeling so much like a confident reassurance that Prompto gets swept away in it. A hand grabs his arm to help him up, but it flinches away. “Holy shit, you’re a guide.”

“What?” says Prompto, alarms blaring in his mind. He shouldn’t have allowed himself to be touched. His medication prevents people from noticing him passively, but it would be really fucking hard for a sentinel or a guide to not notice that they’re in physical contact with a guide. “No, I’m not.”

“You are!” said the person, a man in a–a Kingsglaive uniform, shit, Prompto is totally fucked. The man, who has dark, messy hair, darker skin tone than a typical Lucian, calls out to his fellows, “Nyx! Luche! He’s a guide!”

“He one of ours?” asks another dark-haired man who looks very Galahdian. An unbonded sentinel.

“I’m just a photographer,” says Prompto, but he’s distracted. He eyes the shadows nervously.

“A photographer,” repeats the last one, who is pale with blond hair.

A shadow moves, and all three of the Kingsglaives tense. “We’ve got to go,” says the blond one.

Prompto doesn’t want to be interrogated, but they need to get to safety. “There’s a camp over that way.”

They nod. The one with dark, messy hair turns around and lifts up what appears to be a motorcycle off the road. “My bike will still work, Luche!”

“Then you’ll take the civilian with you,” says Luche. “Nyx and I will run.”

“Alright,” says the glaive who is neither Luche nor Nyx. He straddles the bike, and waves Prompto over. “Here, hop on.”

Dino is pacing on the campgrounds when they arrive, and shouts when they appear. “Prompto! You asshole, I thought you were going to die!” Prompto lets Dino pull him into a too tight hug for a moment, before pulling away.

“Dino, say hi to the Kingsglaive,” he says.

“Oh,” says Dino. “Hi, Kingsglaive. How’s it going?”

“Good,” says the Galahdian, Nyx. Grinning, he adds, “Things just got way more interesting. Prompto, was it? What’s a guide like you doing out here?“


#ffxv #promnyx #prompto argentum #nyx ulric #final fantasy xv #final fantasy 15 #my writing #fanfiction #koramberlynne

[copperbadge]

karadin on this post about the Gardner:

is it because they still haven't recovered the art?

I don’t really know. I’m sure that’s part of it -- my example of the Mona Lisa, it was only missing two years -- but I don’t think it’s the entirety of it. Some of it is the scale, too, to be sure; in sheer terms of cash value it’s one of the most expensive single art thefts ever, though the thieves certainly couldn’t get market value for it and it’s dwarfed by large-scale war lootings -- most famously the Nazi looting in WWII. But some of the Nazi loot also hasn’t been found and has a super high volume, and it gets neither the same kind nor the same intensity of attention, so I don’t think that’s only it either.

I have a theory, which is only a theory, that a lot of it has to do with the fact that it was multiple pieces stolen from a museum with a name attached to it. Isabella Stewart Gardner wasn’t an institution or an artist -- she was a collector, and I think a lot of the people who become obsessive about the theft see it as very personal, as a striking, charismatic woman being robbed. Of course, many people looted in war are also individuals, even striking and charismatic ones, but because there’s a volume there, the individuals get lost in the crowd. Isabella Stewart Gardner’s story is unique and personal, and I think that’s part of what resonates with people. And of course it is a very powerful emotional image to walk into a gallery you know has been violated and see an empty frame on the wall. Even the photos don’t do that experience justice. 

koramberlynne on this post about charitable giving:

Would you recommend charityvest? I was thinking of opening an account since you use it, and you're they only person I know (am acquainted with? follow on social media?) with a background in lare-scale charity work of this kind.

Yeah, I vetted them as thoroughly as it’s possible to do so and I think their business model is relatively sound. They don’t charge a fee because they invest the money you place with them, and that’s where their income comes from, but your account is secured (ie, if they lose money, you still won’t). There’s a risk they’ll have a truly bad year and fold, so I wouldn’t dump thousands in -- go to Fidelity or Schwab or one of their competitors for that -- but I’ve done very well putting a month’s worth of giving in and then turning around and distributing it. It’s more donor-controlled than doing monthly giving with the nonprofit, usually, where you’d have to contact them to have them change your giving if you needed it, and you can be as anonymous as you like.

The downside is of course that once the money’s in there it’s not yours anymore even if it’s still called your account, and the other downside is that because they’re not a big flash financial operation, it takes time to give -- I have orders in to give on the first of every month but the gifts actually get processed out at the end of the month (my 4/1 giving has not gone out yet, for example). So for immediate giving it’s less ideal.  But overall I’ve never had any issues with them, and their website is very easy to use. For an individual donor or single family with relatively modest giving I think it’s a very good choice. 

#karadin #koramberlynne #charitable giving #art theft #reply all

[feybarn]

WIP guessing game: beskar

This is from what's going to turn into my Not a Good Man series, aka, I actually have a boat load of fics I want to write that diverge from different points from Not a Good Man, but I'm not trying to not let myself post them until I finish Not a Good Man.

Boba nodded, trying to run the calculations. Obi-Wan had been dead a year before what Boba was tentatively calling a time-travel had happened. And he’d been… what, 56, 58 when he’d died? It wasn’t like Boba had really paid all that much attention to how old Obi-Wan had been. But if Boba rounded up, Obi-Wan had been 60, which gave 20 years of the Empire… which meant this was approximately what, between 25 to 30 years before the Empire.

Kriff. Kriff. Kriff.

Boba didn’t even know what to think.

He wasn’t even born yet. Talk about having an existential crisis first thing in the morning.

“Obi-Wan!” Boba snapped back to attention at the girl’s voice to see that Obi-Wan had gotten far too close, blaster still at hand but no longer pointing at Boba. “Get away from him.”

“Are you okay?” The words were quiet, solemn, so kriffin’ sincere that Boba wasn’t sure if he wanted to strangle this kid or wrap him up in blankets and beskar to protect him.

How had someone this soft survived so long and stayed so kind? Because this was exactly the sort of foolhardy thing he’d seen his own Obi-Wan do. At least Boba’s Obi-Wan could protect himself. This kid was a skinny thing that Boba could probably take out one-handed.

“You should listen to your friend back there,” Boba said. Not that he’d hurt a baby version of Obi-Wan, that would just be rude. There was a difference between not being a nice person—Boba had no delusions that he was either nice or good—and being rude for the sake of it. “I’m not exactly trustworthy.”

#fey's writing #wip guessing game #koramberlynne #Not a Good Man series #Boba & Obi-Wan

[siderealdei]

happy golden enclaves release day eve!

Happy Golden Enclaves release day eve! Now I just need to get my hands on the library's copy or die of impatience waiting for my sister's copy to arrive and pass from her to me.

#ask and answer #the golden enclaves #scholomancer #@koramberlynne

[levitatingbiscuits]

I like to think that genetic testing is a regular thing for kids in the crèche, and if there are any close relation pings from the temple population, the Jedi gets notified as a courtesy. There’s an official form letter and everything.

when grogu showed up EVERYONE knew that yoda was in fact capable of knowing someone carnally

#koramberlynne #asks

[mneiai]

For Cuy'kaysh Dar, something with Obi-Wan in Mandalorian armor, if that's a thing that ever happens? What color(s), when he wears or is encouraged to wear it, etc.?

I think even if I go for an “ending” where Obi-Wan is like “fuck you, Jango” he’s still gonna end up in beskar’gam at some point because Jango’s relentless and Obi-Wan has learnt some self-preservation skills from the scumbags he’s surrounded by lol

Set some years after Obi-Wan arrives on Kamino. Jango/Obi-Wan overtones (of course). It’s like 3am so please forgive the typos.

*********

It starts with the vambraces.

They're waiting for him with his training equipment and for a moment he's absolutely terrified one of the others is trying to court him. Then he notices how new they are and reminds himself that the Mandalorians exchange their own pieces of armor when they want to get hitched, they don't just hand off new ones.

Knowing the others as he does, he leaves them where they were.

No one says anything, but they don't go anywhere, still in his locker every morning when he puts on the rest of his kit. Sometimes he picks them up, studies them. They're very well made and he knows just by looking that they'd fit perfectly.

He lands himself in the infirmary a few months later, a training simulation with some too-eager CTs gone wrong. His armor is wrecked, having taken most of the accidental explosion. He’ll have to order new armor and then wait, and wait, until Jango or Dooku brings it to him.

Two days later, when he's technically still on medical leave but feeling fine, he shows up to train the cadets in clothes that closely resemble Jedi robes and claims that it's part of the training. No one is entirely comfortable with it, least of all him.

It takes only a week before he opens his locker and with the vambraces is...everything else. A full set of beskar'gam, in his size.

"Blue for...reliability," he muttered, tracing his fingers over the paint. "And white for...purity?" No, that didn't sound right.

"A new start." Obi-Wan startled, having not realized he was so distracted he'd missed Jango entering the room.

They stared at each other for a moment before Jango moved forward, pulling out the kute from the locker that would go under the beskar'gam. He held it out for Obi-Wan who knew exactly what was being offered.

It had been years, now, of dancing around each other. Jango's shielding was exemplary, but there was always the hints of desire, of want, when they were together that Obi-Wan tried his hardest not to respond to. If it had just been his body Jango wanted, Obi-Wan would have given in--the crude matter of his body was meant to serve him, after all, and keeping Jango happy was part of that. But he'd always felt something deeper to it than just sex.

"I'm not a Mandalorian."

Jango smirks. "You say, in Mando'a." Obi-Wan resists the urge to roll his eyes and the even greater urge to switch to Basic. "You know the words I want to hear from you, but they're hardly more than dressing, now. Speaking our language. Raising our children. Defending us when necessary. Contributing to our welfare. Answering the Mand'alor's call."

Taking a deep breath, Obi-Wan tried to release his tension into the Force. Like all Jedi techniques, it came harder to him now than it had before his Fall.

The armor was still there beside them, mocking him. The very last tenant of the Resol'nare that he wasn't, technically, following yet. The white blending in with the walls of the room.

Cin vhetin. A new start. A new start as a Mandalorian.

He looked back at Jango, who was still waiting so patiently, so knowingly. He'd had Obi-Wan on Kamino for so long, surrounded by Mandalorians, with no other support structure. It couldn't have worked out better for turning an ex-Jedi into a Mandalorian if Jango had planned it all from the very beginning.

Reaching out, Obi-Wan took the kute from him, shoulders slumping. "Vor entye, 'alor."

#obi-wan kenobi #jango fett #jangobi #cuy'kaysh dar #star wars fic #star wars #my stuff #ask answers #koramberlynne