Ahsoka: Points at Obi-Wan Mum
Obi-Wan: Wh-
Ahsoka: Points at Plo Koon Dad
Plo Koon: In tears
Ahsoka: Points at Rex Favourite cousin
Rex: :)
Ahsoka: Points at Anakin The sibling that’s only there because your parents threatened to ground you if you didn’t take them with you
Anakin: WHAT?!
Ahsoka: Points at Cody The cool uncle
Cody: Shrugs with a smile
Ahsoka: Points at Tup The sweetheart cousin that you can never really be mad at no matter what
Tup: :D
Ahsoka: Points at Padme That one aunt who doesn’t work but has a suspicious amount of money
Padme: True…
Anakin: Huffs And what does that make you?
Ahsoka: The one who knows all the tea and uses it to create drama
Anakin: WHY IS MINE THE WORST?!
Ahsoka: Shrugs
Cody: She’s not far off.
Anakin: Starts arguing with Cody
Ahsoka: Watches the chaos unfold with a grin
Rex: Groans Fucking hell General
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HALADRIEL WEEK: 1st, 3rd, AND/OR 4th AGE
NO PEACE (ao3)
She meanders among the woods of her childhood, fingers brushing against rough trunks. There are memories woven in the underbrush, wound through the branches she once sat upon, legs dangling as she waited to catch her brothers unawares. But these half-recalled images no longer feel like hers. Nothing does.
Months ago—or is it years now?—she stood on the docks at the Grey Havens, pressing Nenya into the hands of one of the East-Elves, the few who have chosen to remain in Middle Earth. She would go west and perhaps her restless spirit would finally settle.
It hasn’t. The tempest within is never quite tamed.
Her next step lands wrong, and she throws out a hand to steady herself—only to be met with air. The forest is gone, replaced by a rolling sea, cold water lapping at her bare feet as she stands on unsteady, creaking boards. No. She squeezes her eyes shut, willing this unwelcome vision away.
“Galadriel.”
Her stomach twists at the voice she hasn’t heard for millennia. “You are not here,” she says. This is only another memory, brought to life by her ennui and the residue of magic in her veins.
“I am.” Her breath catches when his hand lands on her shoulder. “Look at me.”
She turns, gaze falling on the features which have been branded into her mind. “You were banished to the void.” It is where he belongs. They stood as enemies for so long, and yet—
The affection he once inspired in her refuses to die.
“You call to me,” he says. “How can I not answer?”
“I haven’t—”
“You have.” Red-gold flickers in his eyes, but as quickly they turn olive again. “Just as I cannot help but reach for you.” The words are serrated at the edges, as if it torments him.
She would be glad for it if she were not caught in the same tide.
“You promised peace,” he begins with a hint of accusation, but she will not hear it.
“I promised Halbrand peace,” she counters. “Sauron deserves no such rest.”
“I am both and neither.” He draws nearer, knuckles brushing against her jaw. “’No lasting peace in any path,’ you said, ‘but that which lies across the sea.’ For either of us. Tell me, have you found it?”
She wants to say she has, that her seclusion in Valinor is enough. But the wetness in her gaze betrays the truth before she can give voice to the lie.
“There is none without me. Nor for me without you. There never has been.” He grasps her hand, presses it against his chest. “We are bound.”
“No.” She cannot—she will not give the dark lord this.
His expression falls flat. “You will see in time—for that is all we both have now.”
Before she can protest, he disappears along with the Sundering Sea. She sags against a tree, turmoil thick in her chest.
She shouldn’t want him to be right, but she does.
~FIN~
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Went to H mart with bf yesterday and we got some Swiss rolls for yummy dessert snack. But can y’all guess what I was thinking about every time we said Swiss roll
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Morgott had just sunk into a large bath, looking forward to the chance to unwind a bit after a stressful week. He leaned back, closing his eyes contently as the warm water seeped into his bones.
It was short lived.
“Papa?” Came a small voice.
Morgott jolted, water sloshing out of the tub. He peered over the edge to see his small son: Maddox. The boy blinked up at him.
“What are you doing?” He asked, stepping on his toes to get closer.
Morgott took a breath to steady himself, sure he had latched the door. “Partaking in a bath.” He answered.
“I’ll help!” The little omen exclaimed excitedly, already pulling off his clothes.
“I am quite practiced in bathing mineself.” Morgott’s words fell on deaf ears as the boy scrambled up the tub side, “Have been successful for some time…”
He sighed as the small one fell into the water, whatever relaxation there was to be had no longer an option. He fished Maddox up to the surface, the boy a fit of giggles.
Morgott leaned back once more, watching as the boy played in the bubbles and splashed about. At least he was getting clean…
“This is fun!” Maddox smiled, clinging to Morgott’s arm to stay above water.
“Aye.” Morgott gave a soft smile, taking a rag to wash behind the little one’s ears.
“Papa.”
“Hm?”
“I gotta pee.”
Morgott scooped up the boy, gently placing him outside the tub.
Maddox dropped to all fours, shaking off like a dog. He send a spray of water and suds all over, before standing to scamper away, leaving sopping foot prints behind.
Morgott rubbed the bridge if his nose a bit.
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I have this silly little AU where all the Children of the Scarlet King member live together in an abandoned mall. They converted the mall into apartments and made it into a small town with the first floor made into shops and restaurants.
Dont worry there is still plenty of chaos and murder.
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'If thou had'st known', William Brassey Hole (1846-1917)
...He wept over Jerusalem and said, If only you had known what would bring you peace...
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have you tried to work on drafts with this face staring at you?! do you have any idea how impossible it is?!
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