#plus give them space empires

[mortuarywriting]

Falling into Place

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All things considered this isn't what you were expecting to wake up to when you went to bed. One minute you're on your phone, trying to pass out, and the next? You're here. You've had some interesting greetings in your life, but dropping about six feet and having twelve guns leveled at your face? That takes the cake

Warnings:

Reader Insert, Plus-Size Reader, The Author Regrets Everything, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Isekai, canon divergence Look we're gonna dig into the implications of omegasverse changing bits and pieces of history as well as addressing whatever the FUCK is happening as CoD's history. Idk man Godzilla is canon and nobody bats an eye at that fact and you think I'm gonna be normal about that? No

You could be having a worse day, you think, as you stare at the interrogation table you're cuffed to. They could've shot you the second you fell the six feet from the sky into a random army base. That's a very real thing that could've happened.

But no, you just had a dozen guns pointed at you in one moment and a slew of questions you didn't have satisfying answers for.

No, you had no idea how you got there. You'd been in bed tooling around on your phone and then you were falling.

They asked who you worked for, and were not impressed by your mundane answer. You didn't work for some pmc or intelligence organization. You asked them to their faces if they thought you could pass a PT test if you tried. Not that they answered or appreciated your point, mind.

It was only after you gave them whatever identifying information you had that things got… spicy.

"I would love to tell you what this designation of yours is if you tell me what you mean. Is it like a classification of civilian versus enlisted? Is it physical? Is it your horoscope? I don't know what I don't know," you explain again for the Nth time. You didn't wanna play twenty questions but here you fuckin were, captive audience and all.

The man asking you questions had lost his charming good cop look. He was getting more and more annoyed on this one, "your designation," a demand, not a question and sure as shit not an answer.

"Again, would love to tell you! I don't know what you mean! Feels like some kinda Star Wars thing," you grumble the last bit to yourself but the man cocks his head.

His eyes narrow, "what are… Star Wars, you said?"

You blink owlishly, "beg pardon?"

"Star War. Clarify."

It's your turn for your brow to furrow, and furrow it does, "Star Wars? As in the multi-billion dollar franchise created by George Lucas and eventually sold to Disney," your tone is questioning, just shy of asking if the guy lived under a rock but his expression didn't let up and the last thing you needed was bad cop, so you continued, "the story of what happened a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away? The political space series of movies versus Star Trek's more scientific and discovery based longstanding TV show? Nine major movies and the Clone Wars before Disney sunk their talons in. Like yeah we got more shows and movies that expanded the universe but they also cut out decades of book contributions in their acquisition and that kinda sucked. But yeah, that Star Wars?"

"Nine movies," his tone is disbelieving, and now it's your turn for your eyebrows to raise, "can you name them?"

You nod, "well yeah. Do you want them in episode order or release?"

His brows furrow, "did they not release in order?"

"In a sense? Three trilogies, 4-5-6 back in the late 70s early 80s, then 1-2-3 in the late 90s early 00s, and 7-8-9 through the teens. So order, yes, just… not a cohesive one."

"Release, then," he leaned back and crossed his arms, a position you'd love to mimic if you weren't cuffed to the table for… an indeterminate period of time now, actually.

"A New Hope, The Empire Strikes Back, and Return of the Jedi-"

"Woah now, empire? What's a jeddy?"

You give him a blank look, trying very hard to mask your disbelief as you look between him and the mirror behind him. You look at your reflection, take a deep breath, and- "sir would it be easier for you to maybe check the internet?"

He seemed to bristle, nose flaring and looking at you expectantly.

You just… kinda sat there. You tapped your fingers together on the desk and kept the eye contact he was intent on. It took a good minute and him getting progressively pissier before you simply ask, "would you like the other movies now?"

You didn't expect an explosion of movement from the man. He downright snarled and slammed his hands on the table as he burst to his feet, the sudden change sending his chair screeching back before falling with a clatter. You leaned as far back as your cuffed hands would allow, eyes wide and a panic rising.

Both of you turned to look at the door when it slammed open with a barked, "Williams!" 

The man who opened it reared back a bit, "Christ, layin' it on a bit thick," he groused, his tone sounding more like someone chastising a teenager for using too much Axe body spray. He smoothed his posture back into something casual as he fanned the air dismissively with a hand, "cap wants you to take a walk."

Your interrogator- Williams, apparently- stares at the man in the door, the two locking eyes before the one in the door straightens from his purposely relaxed posture. You watch the both of them, noting the shoulders tensing as the two just. Staring at each other? Eventually the guy who'd been grilling you looked away and stormed out, the man in the doorway letting him slip out easily enough before turning a charming look back to you.

He took a minute to fan the door a few times to get newer, blissfully cool air in before he entered the room, "sorry 'bout him. He really did a number in here," the new guy tsked before closing the door quietly behind himself.

Your brow furrowed even as you slowly relaxed a bit, had this Williams guy like… farted or something? A nice quirk of ventilation keeping you from smelling something abhorrent? Either way you simply shrug as he walks in and tips the chair back up, sitting and giving another reassuring smile, "how you doing, love?"

You opened and closed your mouth a few times before simply settling on, "I'm a bit… whelmed? This has been," you give as vague a rolling gesture as you can without your cuffs rattling too badly, "a lot? And I have no idea what just set him off either?"

It's the man before you's turn to quirk a brow, "no idea?"

"If I knew the answers to his questions I'd've given 'em by now. I don't, though, and then he just started staring? And hell I just thought it was some kinda macho 'I can stare the truth out of you,'" you pitched your voice lower and pushed your shoulders out for a second to mimic the douchebag behavior before settling, "so I kept eye contact because I'm so out of my depth I have no reason to lie at all and now…" you trail off, gesturing around the room, "all that."

The man nods slowly, "alright love, could you tell me about the last five years?"

Your brows furrow, "oh fuck, 2019 was five years ago wasn't it. God, time is an illusion. Anyway, you want what I was doing leading up to and through the pandemic?"

You think he might've startled for a second but he simply moved to scratch his chin, "mhmm. Just your thoughts on the last five years is all."

So… you ramble. Because he was nice and not prodding or asking weird questions. You talk to him about your job before the pandemic, how people thought covid was just a flu until the death tolls kept climbing, how tons of governments dropped the ball on a local or country-wide level and how that kicked back onto your life, and then the absolute crapshoot of the last election cycle, the shitty 'oh no this is the new normal everything is fine' behavior that has lead to surges and cycles of a fucking plague and so on. He simply nodded, gave some sympathetic hums and winces appropriately at your experiences.

"And did you go back and watch Star Wars through that? Or other things Disney owned?"

And, well, that was a weird way to phrase it but you shrugged, "the mouse is just shy of a monopoly and not one that anybody can take that down so… yeah, I guess? They kept putting shows out and expanding their Star Wars universe so that's been kinda neat to watch but not just them, no. Couple other games and stuff like that to keep me busy, too," you kinda handwave and shut up because panic rambling to MILITARY PERSONNEL is probably not your smartest move in hindsight. Especially when you don't know his name. A+, self.

You tap your fingers against the metal table as he looks at you, "and you said covid has a long term effect of ruining people's senses of smell and taste?"

You nod slowly, "yeah, dude? It's one of the biggest warning signs for most people? Like if everything starts tasting like it was made by a middle class white mom who keeps shoving random letters in her kids names you should swab? That kinda shit?"

What rock has this guy been living under? You were pretty sure the military were supposed to be way more familiar with this shit all things considered, but you've been wrong before.

It was his turn to give you a bit of a wide eyed look before he poorly covers a laugh, "alright, that's fair. I need to go talk with my captain," he hooks a thumb over his shoulder to the window, which didn't surprise you that there had been people back there. He offers a reassuring smile as he stands, humming idly as he pushes the chair back in. He pauses mid-step, "you mentioned that there were cards…?"

You find yourself nodding slowly, "yeah it was important and you couldn't fly or go to certain places if you didn't have one for a while. Should still have a picture of mine buried on my phone," you really didn't wanna get another first-round of covid shots, you REALLY didn't wanna repeat the 24 hours of suck for no reason.

"Cool, thanks," he flashes another charming grin before he slides out of the room.

You lean back in your chair, what an odd guy. Nice though.

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"Right," Gaz says as he opens the door to Price and Ghost, "either our mystery guest is off her nut or she's legitimately from somewhere and somewhen else."

Ghost and Price look at each other before turning back to Gaz, this… complicated matters.

Well, it's not like you hadn't given them information to identify yourself. They'd dig up who you were one way or another.

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You stare blankly as the nice man from before gives you a sympathetic look, "what do you mean I'm dead?"

Behind him is a guy you're not sure if he's just fuckoff huge or if he's just moderately huge and it's forced perspective.

You don't think it's forced perspective.

You are absolutely trying not to panic spiral.

You are absolutely doing a horrible job at that.

"Well," he opens the file before him and there's a news article, proudly proclaiming "Locals Die in Horrible Freak Accident" like that's not some form of you that was looking like some smear on the pavement, "there's this. Fingerprints match up. Can check for dental if you're really curious."

"Were there even any teeth left after that," you mumble as you take and read the offered article. Seven people were involved, the pictures used are mostly flattering. Hell, you almost don't mind what pic they used for an alternate you but… "that's certainly not the pic I would've wanted. Maybe this me had different tastes?"

You take the time to actually read through the article. It's not helping because for as much as you stare at the page you're not absorbing any information. Some form of detachment, if this was really you? You'd died. A different you but a you nonetheless. You died and you're reading how it happened. There was a lot to unpack in all this and you just needed to put the suitcase away for now. You'd much rather throw it away at this rate.

You were rapidly coming to the understanding that you and Toto were not in Kansas anymore, and there wasn't a convenient yellow brick road to get yourself back home. No easy way to get the hell out of Dodge either. Was it Dodge or the O.K. Corral that was in Kansas? No the O.K. Corral wasn't in Kansas- Dodge was though, that's right. 

This analogy was getting away from you and some part of you figured this was just your brain trying to protect yourself but… wait, wasn't this a metaphor? There wasn't 'like' or 'as' or goddammit not again.

You recognize some names here and there but largely everyone involved were perfect strangers. The article doesn't cover if it would've been slow or quick. You hope for the smear that it was quick. Smears like that don't happen slowly, right? Well, not unless it's like a dramatic slide down a window, but not usually across pavement like that.

Still not sure how you feel about all of it. Bit morbid being confronted with your mortality like that.

Certainly answered a lot of questions about your theoretical passing you never thought about. Like if the obituary for you in what you know to be your own home and world is just as… really kinda just mediocre as this. Have you really done nothing of note for an obituary? Damn.

You kept pouring over the article, each pass bringing new words into focus that help connect the picture a little bit, but… Something repeated in the article made you pause, "two alphas, four betas, and an omega?" 

There was no decent way to ask about that. Any questions invoked from here would border into dangerous territory better kept between yourself and a private browser history. You knew what you were about but there was no fucking way.

"Their designations," the nice man whose name you still hadn't caught explains, "mostly explaining their secondary gender."

You look at him owlishly. You pray to whatever God might be listening that you wake up shortly. Or that the earth below your feet opens up and swallows you. Whichever comes first, the mortification will snipe you otherwise.

"Please tell me this is an elaborate joke at my expense," you are very quiet as you are trying to get really cool with a lot of things really quickly.

"Negative," the big fucker in the back practically growled and you knew that voice would do things to you if you weren't half stepped out of your own body. 

You missed whatever his followup was but your brow furrowed when you checked the date on the article, "I've been dead for months? That…" you let the paper fall from your hands. Everything about this is wild at best and very overwhelming at worst. 

A lot of this qualified as worst.

You look up at the two, missing the odd look they shot at each other as you try to pull yourself back together, "so now what? You've got a not-a-smear of me that fell from the sky onto a secure military base, and where I'm from we didn't have," you paused to gesture between the paper and the two soldiers, "dynamics was it? That was just a fanfiction special."

"Fanfiction."

The way he said it was so carefully neutral you paused, "oh my god without Star Trek to popularize fanfiction and the fan community, how has fandom evolved? Is fanfiction a thing- well, yes, it does fanfics have been a thing since Dante Alighieri wrote the Divine Comedy and even before- well, the question is more if it's still popularized? Are there still the wattpad fics of- I am getting so off track. What exactly is the next step?"

You look from the nice man to the big fucker and back, neither saying anything but looking at you with careful blankness.

You felt like you were being weighed and measured in their eyes.

You hoped to anyone listening that you weren't found wanting at least. Not when you're in the shit situation it looks like you ever so increasingly fell into.

"Considering I'm. Not smear. And very much not from here? Are blanks a thing? Or is that what a beta is I'm," you trail off, brow furrowing, "fuzzy. On the whole thing. The flavor of understanding, dynamics, and population skew tended to be dependant on the author's level of horny."

The did get a bit of a snort from the pretty one before you, the one in the back tilting his head just so as the pretty one spurred you on, "okay please don't take this the wrong way, you have given me nothing to go on but A/B/O and-" a finger was raised in question to that, you quickly explaining, "the fanfic shorthand for the universe without being a mouthful. Anyway- I've seen population numbers being roughly the same across the board, I've seen alphas and omegas at roughly 1% of the population of society on either end, I've seen alphas at about 5% and omegas at 1%- those ones are usually the most horny I swear.

"And it's all over the board, no consistency- sometimes it's betas are infertile, sometimes they're the straightman to the comedy that's an alpha and omega trying to woo each other without being too horny to function. Sometimes it's a sliding scale where being beta just means you're more the more middle-ground regulated hormonally with alphas and omegas being the opposing ends of a spectrum. Can you please say something and give me a fucking break because my panic rambles are probably like. Some kinda prejudiced. I'm still not over the 'I'm supposed to be a smear on the ground we don't even have dental images of to confirm who it is anymore' nugget you dropped on me. I think I'm doing well for this"

You would rather not tell them that as soon as you're out of this box of a room you were gonna be curled up in a ball and unabashedly weeping. That was none of their business.

The pretty one gave you what you're sure was supposed to be a reassuring smile but the quiet stretched just a bit too long. You looked from one to the other before leaning forward, "is this supposed to be soothing in some way? Because it's just a bit of an extended awkward silence and that's uh-"

It was the big one in the back's turn to give an amused snort, the pretty one looking bashful, "right, sorry, we uh-"

You jerk a bit, "wait, was that supposed to be some scent thing," you really didn't wanna say pheromones and potentially dig yourself into a deeper, more awkward hole based on Horny Pseudoscience.

Pretty rubbed the back of his neck, "something like that. You really couldn't smell anything?"

You know the exact Face you're making. It's very much your 'I have told you this and I'm getting tired of having to repeat it' face. You can tell he clocks it but for the record, because to your mortification this has to be recorded, you simply give a succinct, "no, I haven't smelled anything. Not from you, not from him," you jerk your head towards the big fucker, "and not from douchebag from be- Williams! His name was Williams. Nothing. Really had no clue why you were fanning the door when you came in."

You sigh, rubbing the heels of your palms into your eyes, "okay. Assuming I'm not about to be put into past tense a second time. Do we have any idea what popped me out here?"

The sentences are stilted, you know you're getting more rattled the longer you're here but sue you alright it's been the worst six hours of your life here.

They just continue to look at you, pretty keeping a polite almost customer service look as big one just stares unceasingly.

"Right. Okay. Am I going to be reintegrated to society or is this," you gesture around the little room as much as you can, "looking like my home for the foreseeable future."

No change in what you can see of either's expression, and you just sag. Deep breath in, deep breath out, "cool. Alright. Well. I know nothing of how biology is altered here, I'm not sure how that has impacted changes throughout history, and frankly I don't know what your pop culture has done. I'm assuming math and written languages are largely the same but in all fairness I don't know what I don't know."

You just stare quietly at the table for a bit longer before looking back at the two of them, "is there anything else you need because I can feel the freakout creeping up and while I know there's no real privacy, uh…"

The pretty one looked back to the big one, at some point you're sure you'll get some sort of names but for now? Now you watch the big one nod, the pretty one give you a polite smile and some vaguely polite bullshit your brain is swiftly going too far out to hear.

You only hope that whoever is behind the mirror is polite enough to look away as you put your head down on the table and give yourself the opportunity to, just this once, cry. As a treat.

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#rambles from the morgue #a for effort and all that

[finniestoncrane]

Finnie you know who this is (I wish they let you send asks from a side account 😭😭). ANYWAY soooo per our discussion, I would like to request 2022 Ozzie being a gentle Dom but specifically focusing on his fingers. 👀👀 The coldness of his rings contrasting the warmth of readers body, how he may tease them until they say "please" and then he's willing to do anything for them.

Also if it could be plus size reader, that would be fantastic uwu. 💙💙

Two Fingers

Farrell!Penguin x Fem!Reader, word count: 1.75k fingers fingers fingers fingers fingers i am going insane over this request bug and it cheered me up immensely while i was writing it at my desk BUT it kinda got away from me lmao i hope reader was plus sized enough, i always forget to describe reader because i spent so long training myself not to lol 💜🐧 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: teasing, fingering, nipple play, gentle dom ozzie

"Two fingers of scotch, sweetheart."

You stopped in your tracks, arms on either side of you, pushing you up from the cushion. Looking over to Oswald's desk, you caught his eye, and he smiled towards you.

"If you're getting up to go to the bar."

"Oh! I wasn't actually. I was getting up to come over and see you."

You stood up from the sofa in the corner of Oswald's office, your perch, as he called it. The place you sat most evenings, waiting for him to finish up his work. When you reached him, you jutted your hip out and rested against the edge of the desk, laying your palm delicately against the lapel of his suit jacket.

"I thought that maybe you'd be better comforted by a warm touch, than a stiff drink. Besides, with the day you've had? Do you really think two fingers'll be enough?"

He grinned, gold tooth catching in the light, twinkling in sync with his eyes as a mischievous sparkled in them.

"Two fingers is always enough."

You fed into the flirting, encouraging it with your smile and batting your eyelashes at him. Running the edge of the lapel between your fingers, you stared at his lips, biting softly at your own as you held back the embarrassing, excited giggle that threatened to escape you. In an attempt to maintain composure, you took a deep breath, exhaling with a sultry sigh, and shifted ever so slightly closer to him.

"Is that so?"

"Oh yeah, you'd be surprised at what two fingers can accomplish. Or, rather, toots, you'd be amazed at what I can do with two fingers."

No longer able to suppress the glee in the giggle you let out, you practically jumped at the way he spoke to you. Low, growling, so incredibly attractive. You were moving closer to him, now on the same side of the desk as Oswald. He turned in his chair, resting his palms on the widest part of your hips. His fingers tickled delicately over the surface of your protrusions and curves as he moved his hands up and down your sides, guiding you with him as he turned his chair back around to face the desk. He let his touch linger as you settled into your new position, sandwiched between his body, still seated, and the desk, which you rested against.

You stood still, your legs between Oswald's which were spread wide apart to give you space. The way he looked up at you made you feel like a work of art, gazed on from people smaller than you, people down on the ground. People who were trying to get to the same level as you, reaching for the pedestal that Oswald sat you on.

"Ok then, what can you do with two fingers then, Mr Cobblepot?"

It drove him wild when you teased him, even more so when you added an air of faux formality to it.

"A lotta things! Sign checks, make business deals, command my empire. Which way will Cesar Cobblepot's thumb fall, y'know?"

"Impressive. That's all business though, what about something more personal?"

Oswald let his hands drop down the back of your thighs, swooping round to the front where he lifted the hem of your skirt, just enough to expose your knees and let his thumbs graze over them.

"Well, I can hold open a door for my beautiful princess. I can summon a waiter over to take her order. I can send her a message to cheer-"

"The way you type, you only use one finger. And you do it with your nose pressed all the way right up to the screen."

You smiled, satisfied to get a gentle dig in. He raised his hands to his heart, mimicking some sort of fake pain your words had caused him before throwing his arms out to the sides.

"Listen, you forget I'm an old man! And I don't quite need glasses yet, sugar. Let me have that one."

You placed your hand on his cheek, your own eyes now boring into his deep, dark brown irises, making a note of the creases and lines that branched out from the corners of his heavy lids, the ones that shifted in different ways depending on what kind of smile he gave you.

"Ok, what else then?"

"Lemme think... Oh! I can do this."

He brought two fingers to your bottom lip, pushing on it gently until they parted and your mouth opened. Oswald stroked at the velvet skin, watching it tremble slightly at his touch, the sudden crossing from verbal flirting to physical shocking you in an entirely pleasant way.

"I can surprise you with just two fingers, huh? Make you speechless?"

You nodded, a small sound at the back of your throat cut short as he moved his fingers further back on your lips. Watching you carefully, keeping an eye out for any subtle, or obvious, signs of disagreement with his movements, he pressed those two large, thick fingers into your mouth. Laying them flat on your tongue. Licking his own lips as you pressed the muscle flat out against your chin, drool forming and spilling onto your face.

"I can show you who's boss too."

Oswald brought his hand to your cheek, rough fingertips grazing gently over your flushed skin, tingling at the tiny, soft hairs that stood on end as he brushed past, electrifying them. His digits continued, skipping over the shell of your ear, catching a loose strand of hair in the process and pushing it back, threading it into place.

"I can keep you neat and tidy, lookin' perfect."

His walked the digits down your front, sweeping them to the side of your body and pressing them into your plush curves, watching your plump skin fold under his pressure, indenting with the soft force, and pushing back out again into the soft curves he admired so much.

But as gentle as he was, he turned the other way completely, looping two fingers in the gap between your top button and the next one, tugging sharp on your shirt and bursting it open.

"Or, I can make a mess of you."

He tugged again, another button popping open with the strength of just his fingers, until your shirt had exposed your bra completely. He dipped two into the cup and pulled it down, revealing your breast, your nipple hardening as he grazed his fingertips over it.

Oswald drew a circle around your nipple, watching your skin shiver despite flushing with heat. Pinching you, teasing your nipple out and pulling your breast with it, he smiled as your breath became heavier, chest rising and falling against his grip. Once he let go, he began flicking his finger over the nipple, tickling you, teasing you, and you could barely hold back from asking for more.

"What else? What else can you do?"

"You wanna know? You gotta ask nicely, sugar."

"Please, Ozzie. Please show me."

Quicker than you thought possible, Oswald had his two fingers gliding up your thigh, pressing into the skin, watching the way your thickness dimpled under him. And then he had them under the hem of your skirt, both of them pressed together and rubbing your desperate pussy over your underwear.

Your body reacted immediately, grinding into him, keening and whining for more, satisfied with his two fingers, but needing them closer to you, to feel them on your skin. And sensing this, he pulled your panties to the side, letting his digits stroke against your swollen lips, spreading them apart and closing them around your clit.

As you bucked up towards him, he rolled the sensitive bud between his fingertips, biting down on his lip as he watched the way you held your breath, letting it go in long, trembling sighs when you couldn't hold it any longer. Those two fingers, now coated in your slick, coaxing your arousal on their own with ease. Forcing you to buck your hips towards him as you silently, but not subtly, asked for more.

And he obliged, letting his fingers slide between your lips and inside of you. Thick, strong, pulsing as he explored you, beginning to fuck you with them as you felt the definite threat of orgasm burn inside of you. He pressed further, the sharp cool of his rings as they came into contact with your skin serving as a delicious change in texture, one that made you mutter some expletive much to Oswald's amusement.

He rotated his wrist, fingers deep in you, down to the knuckles, hooked and tapping at the exact right spot to have you almost doubling over. It took so much effort to keep yourself balanced as you felt those two digits, manicured nails, polished rings, the hair close to the knuckles, now covered in your slick as he pumped them in and out to a purposeful beat. If you hadn't had something to concentrate on, like not falling, you knew you would have cum long ago.

The edge of the desk felt like it could snap under your white knuckle grip as you clung to it, your whines growing into moans, which gave way to a desperate scream as you reached your climax, clenching around Oswald's fingers as he spoke to you, endless praise, notes of admiration, 'good girls' being let out in a steady rhythm as he saw you through every ounce of pleasure.

With a shuddering breath and a soft whimper, you let the last vibrations of your orgasm roll over you, collapsing against the desk and steadying yourself on wobbling legs.

"See, what'd I tell ya?"

Your chest heaved as you caught your breath, body settling down post-orgasm, muscles relaxing, fingers untensing. You'd been hoping for such a tremendous example of what he was capable of, even though you already knew very well, and of course, being Oswald Cobblepot, he had delivered.

Watching him with hazy vision and half-lidded eyes you took in his every move. The slow, precise way he produced the napkin from under his empty whisky glass, running his two fingers along the flat of it before licking the last of your slick from them, a low moan rumbling in his chest at your taste.

Catching your eye, the lustful gaze with which you focused on him, he winked, offering you another of his knowing, mischievous grins.

"Two fingers, two of my fingers, are all you need, sweetheart."

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[kit-williams]

Cuckoo Anon

Oh you bet your Chain Axe I Do! Had to stop last night because tired but I've got pretty good ideas for some other legions reactions to getting yoinked from their original timeline.

Disclaimer: Apologies if your fav legion doesn't appear here I only know enough about so many of them.

Word Bearers - Another group that's more Aware that the warp has something to do with this, though less able to actively affect it than say the Thousand Sons. Definitely in the group that Wants to establish contact with their original timeline because there's so many souls here in need of the warp's guidance. Until they're able to do that, they spend there time pouring over the various religious texts available here. Would speak up at a theology lecture to correct the speaker about the details of certain figures that they've actually met in their original timeline. Example: Nurgle. They also enjoy yoga for its meditative quality, though its less enjoyable for even the most yoga obsessed humans. The Word Bearers pair yoga with dark ritualistic chanting. Even in Gothic the humans recognize the words are...a bit unsettling.

Rating: Suddenly finding yourself running a...more intense version of a Bible camp as your Word Bearer instructs his group on the proper alignment of ritual circles with the Stars for their next venture. You just hope none of these will ever involve blood sacrifices.

War Hounds/World Eaters - Cut from the same cloth, even stitched with the same pins. Like the Iron Warriors these guys are actually Thriving (as much as they can) in this new environment. You'd think with everything being softened and pacified by the warp they'd go raving mad. But no, because that includes their nails and bloodlust. The nails still hurt, but its like a toothache most days compared to feeling like your brain is being stabbed. And they still crave battle, but there's sparring arenas and Astarte focused gyms in practically every city and marine base here. Plus the occasional chance to Really let loose on some human killer warbands. And if a Marine is sick of their nails completely they can be Removed! The instrument of their torment can be done away with (Chronic pain and migraines remain for most of them but again, far less pain than once was). This new clarity gives them room to reflect. The empire and chaos only found them useful when they were Hurting and Angry constantly. They were never allowed to be anything else. But with the humans here, especially with bonds that can sooth the nails completely, they finally can just....be.

Rating: Laying your head across your bonded humans lap with a fire crackling on a cold night. The scars from the nails twinge for a moment, causing you to hiss. Until your human coos, brushing the hair from your forehead, and at once the pain cools to nothing. You settle, not sure if you deserve this but decide you will accept it. You lean into your humans touch. You are both content.

Space Wolves - If War Hounds are the abused pups learning to love again, Space Wolves are the...Wolves learning to trust/work with humans for the first time. Space Wolves had interactions with humans in their timeline, but only those on their own planet would treat them like normal people. Everywhere else humans saw them as the Emperors Angels. Dangerous and Untouchable. So to have these humans approach them like neither of those groups kinda throws them off. They're not Afraid of them in a broad sense, but they're also not familiar enough yet. The two are finding their footing with eachother. Having a dog gets immediate points with a Space Wolf, they love pups. All shapes and kinds but they obvious lean towards more wolf like breeds. By the same token Space Wolves don't tolerate animal abuse. Any marine type Might decide to kill an animal abuser, a Space Wolf won't hesitate. If you're lucky they'll just steal neglected animals and leave the abuser with some property damage. At worst well...you get the idea.

Rating: Opening up that animal rehab shelter you've always wanted to Not because you thought you were finally  ready...but because your Space Wolf keeps bringing home strays, and neglected animals. But hey, seeing your big guy happily laying in a swarm of pups makes it all worth it. And the time you saw him literally send an abusive owner flying into your trash can for trying to take their dog back.

Death Guard - Weird idea, but they're doing okay. It's just that most of them are feral by choice rather than the Alpha legion's situation. The warp may make their haze of rot less dangerous here, but being near one is still Alot for an average human. Also the cities don't have enough Greenery. So the ferals stick to the forests and overgrown areas. Their presence boosts the cycles of life and decay, and they actually Clean!?!? Well yes, the litter and plastic trash, anything biodegradable can stay...or gets eaten. Yep I see Death Guard as the vultures or millipedes of space marines. They can eat Anything organic, and they enjoy the more fetid pieces. Many humans have been startled to find their garbage being raided after some spoiled leftovers were thrown out. And as far as personality goes they're actually pretty gentle. They see no reason to attack humans, they're natural miasma is still imparting the gifts of Nurgle occasionally so why bother? If a Death Guard bonds to a human that bond is deep and loving. The bond also helps their human resist their smell, and makes the human stronger against the illness miasma. Its not a perfect defense, energy still gets drained, but your Death Guard will always be there to lend a hand, claw, bone growth to help when you need it.

Rating: Hiking through the forest, and suddenly catching an awful smell. Your curiosity bids you follow it, lest it be a hiker that met an ill fate. As you get closer the greenery around you seems to grow larger, and more beautiful with every step. Literally bursting with life. You come to a small open area beneath the trees. The smell is strongest here, and you see a large misshapen green body. It raises its cupped hands, that hold something you can't identify, to a branch. A flower bud slowly opens to full and....a Butterfly flits to the new bloom from his palms. You stand in awe. The shape turns as you watch from behind a tree, your eyes meet through his helmet. You just...stare at eachother. And though you don't notice at the time, the scent no longer has presence in your mind.

Alpha Legion - (Only fitting that I finish off with the legion that gave me my name.) So honestly...kinda struggling. These fellas are so used to spying, and secrecy and playing games of 12D chess (even though doing that wasn't the best choice to begin with but I digress) and now they've been dropped in a place that has...none of that?? They're separated from their spy networks, no matter what side of their Timeline they were fighting on they only really have eachother now. The other legions are Very unwilling to trust them for obvious reasons. And they have a shit time making bonds with humans. Like seriously, f their lives right up. Like at least when they were just a cog in a clusterfuck of war, alliances, battles and betrayals, they didn't have to think and reflect about how Lonely they actually are. But...on the other hand, they're free to do as they please here. Sure the other marines are wary of them, but as long as they don't outright start shit things can go on tense but peaceful. Occasionally snatching some affection while disguised is okay, but still...they want something real. And when they do get that, whether the bond is truly like their fellow marines or slightly different, they Don't let go.

Rating: You came home to an Ultramarine in your house, only it didn't really...act like an ultra marine? It took no interest when you showed it your excel documents, didn't try to organize anything, and shied away from conversing with other loyalists. He Did help you out around the house, and was exceptionally affectionate. Most marines were some flavor of touch starved (except maybe Salamanders), but this seemed excessive. Then one night you woke up, and heard hushed but intense whispering. You peaked out of your bedroom to see your Ultramarine conversing with....himself!? Your eyes did not deceive, and your ears did not lie. Same voice, same armor, down to the same scratches and battle damage...but that was impossible! Your musings were interrupted by one of them getting louder.

"It is still My turn with the mortal!"

"You expanded your timetable in the schedule. That is Unfair brother, and you know it."

"This is not up for discussion, and You cannot be here right now! Do you want us to be thrown out completely!?"

"Maybe if we were simply Honest with them we wouldn't have to worry about that, but You insisted we stick to this charade. Well I'm SICK of it!" The ultra on the right lost his composure, and his form phased and shifted. Royal blue became teal and the helmet shifted to a form more resembling an octopus. An Alpha Legion marine...but that would mean...

The one you assumed to be Your marine spoke up. "Enough! I will not tolerate your insubordination! Leave now!"

The newly shifted marine stood his ground and sneered. "Why don't you Make me brother?!"

"Or you could....Both stay?" The two marines whipped their heads to face you. You stood in your pajamas, as the two armored marines stared in stunned silence.

"I...can explain." Your marine started, but you held up your hand.

"Its okay," You assured him, crossing the distance so you could look him in the eye.  "We do need to talk things over but...I think I understand why you felt you needed to do this." You turned to his brother. " Should've let me know we were having company. I think we could all use some hot chocolate."

Your second space marine perked up. "I hope you have enough supplies for us all."

"Two space marines and a human you mean?"

"Weeeeeell...." Knock, knock, knock. You turned to the door, and your space marine let his disguise shed as he reached for the handle. The door opened to reveal...1,2,3,4...yeah you were gonna need more hot chocolate.

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Winter had always been Scott’s favorite time of year. Don’t get him wrong, Rivendell was always great, but the mixture of festivities and weather made a soft spot in his heart. The decorations, the drinks, the food, the celebrations, it was truly so joyful. Getting to see the other empires covered in the snow Rivendell had year-round was also a bonus. Well- except maybe the Cod Empire.

When Jimmy had confided that he’d never really experienced snow before, being farther north than most other kingdoms, Scott was baffled. How could you live without feeling the frost chill the air at least once in your life? At Scott’s appalled expression, the cod had explained that he never really had an excuse to visit somewhere with snow, seeing as his only allies lived so close- other than Scott. 

So that’s what brought them to the small lake on the Rivendell border. They would’ve stayed closer to town, but the only water accessible there were the terrace ponds, which weren’t quite big enough for what they had in mind. Plus, being out of the public eye soothed Jimmy’s nerves a bit. The avian was sympathetic; learning to skate for the first time could be embarrassing when surrounded by people. 

As the two approached the ice, Jimmy started to figet- well, more than usual. Scott raised an eyebrow at the cod. “That nervous?”

Jim stuttered out a laugh as he tucked more hair behind his fins. “Kinda?”

The elf quickly passed over a ribbon for the other man’s hair, which he accepted with a surprised thanks. “Don’t be. We’ve all been there, it just takes some practice. You’ll get the hang of it.”

The Codfather rolled his eyes as he tied a bun that quickly fell apart. “Yeah, I’ll take your word for it, Mister Ice-Prince.”

“King,” he corrected. As Jim let out a light apology, Scott hummed in thought before landing on an idea. “Here, I’ll tell you a story. Would that make you feel better?”

That seemed to peak the blonde’s interest as he stopped re-tying his hair, causing it to fall back into his face. Scott giggled and Jimmy blew the strands out of his eyes. “Yeah?”

They’d made it to the edge of the ice, so they took it as an opportunity to exchange their boots for skates while Scott talked.

“Y’know, the first time me and my-” The elf paused for a second before continuing, “... sibling learned to skate, we both did pretty bad.”

Jim only huffed playfully as he struggled to tie the laces. “Hard to imagine you doing anything wrong first try.”

Scott smirked. “Why, thank you!” The man brought a hand up to his chest, putting on a smug expression. “I know I'm perfect.”

One light slap to the arm and some bickering later, the avian continued, “Well, we did. I almost cut their fingers off with the blades!” Scott snickered at the memory. Xornoth’s screech and the subsequent play-fight would always be a good memory for him to look back on. Though, it seemed like Jimmy thought otherwise. The cod looked absolutely horrified. 

“You can do that?” He shouted in disbelief. 

Scott shook his head in an attempt to reassure Jim before he backed out of this all together. “No, of course not!” He paused. “Not that I know of.”

“Hey!”

It took a bit of coaxing to get the fish on the ice while he complained the whole time. Something about freezing his gills off or something, Scott wasn’t really paying attention as he made sure Jimmy didn’t fall.

The couple made their way to the center with no lack of wobbling and yelping thanks to the newbie skater, Scott making fun of the blonde’s lack of grace or dignity the whole way. He stopped them in the center, making sure to give them a good bit of space to work with. 

“So, Jim,” he said, grabbing the Codfather’s attention away from griping, “The first lesson of skating you have to learn-” Scott broke out in a mischievous grin as he let go of Jimmy’s hands and watched the man scramble to keep his purchase, “-is how to balance!”

“WAAHHHH- SCOTT!” He yelled, eyeing the elf’s graceful circles around the lake. Scott only giggled and made a sharp U-turn, completely just to show off. It was laughable, the difference between the two. With Scott’s smooth gliding and Jimmy’s slipping like a newborn calf, they must’ve looked like quite the pair. 

Scott took a bit longer to tease his partner before going in to help before anyone got hurt and started to actually teach the man how to do it properly. It took a bit of guiding and praise, but Jimmy soon got the hang of it. Well, only if he held tightly to Scott’s arm the whole time, but neither of them were complaining. Before long, they got into the rhythm of the ice. It was like a dance: left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot, spin. Scott wordlessly thanked the dancing lessons he’d been forced into as a kid for finally having a use all this time later. 

So of course, they got comfortable. That was before a sharp bang rang out. It echoed through the trees and empty snow, most likely scaring off any animals nearby as well as the two on the ice. Scott made the move to stop them abruptly, pausing to listen out for anything he could identify as the cause of the noise. 

It only took a few ticks before Jimmy got anxious, not being able to take the tense atmosphere any longer. “Scott?”

“Shh!” He warned, lowering his voice,” I don’t-”

That was the last he could do as he watched Jimmy try to turn and get a better look at the elf and figure out what the hell was going on. The sharp noises started up again and Scott finally recognized what they were. Cracking .

Panic rushed through him. Sure, he’d probably be fine- but Jimmy wasn’t used to this kind of water. He’d freeze for sure. Scott gripped Jimmy’s hand to pull him out of his stupor and onto solid ground. “Jim- we have to go!”

“What’s happening?” The cod yelled in panic. 

Scott barely even had time to turn and explain hurriedly before the cracking got louder. The two could only watch as the thin lines moved to the underneath of their feet, stopping only for a second, then giving way beneath their weight. They plunged into the frigid water with nothing but a yell to let the empty woods know of their disappearance. 

Thankfully, Scott wasn't very fazed by the temperature. His heavy clothes were mostly for style rather than function, and the cold never really bothered him anyway, so he was able to keep to his senses. Though, Jimmy wasn’t as lucky. It was clear that the shock had gotten to him quickly as he sank to the depths, leaving Scott to do all the hard work himself. 

The Rivendelian groaned as he hoisted Jimmy back to the surface, panting heavily while dragging them both back on the ice. Shouldn’t the universe know he wasn’t cut out for this kind of labor? 

Scott looked back over to where Jimmy lay on the frozen surface, unmoving besides his harsh shivering, and sighed. Things always had to go wrong, didn’t they?

It took a while to tread back to the castle, and less for the servants to whisk them inside for a warm bath and new, dry clothes. Before long, the two were cuddled up in Scott’s small apartment he’d built behind the main castle, sipping hot chocolate and huddling for warmth. Well, Jimmy was huddling for warmth that Scott wasn’t allowing him, given his cold nature. 

“Jim, you’re gonna set yourself alight if you keep getting closer,” the elf warned as Jimmy edged closer to the fireplace. 

All he got in response was a pathetic whine that broke Scott’s heart a bit. “But I’m colddddd…”

“I know,” he sighed, “and I’m sorry your first time skating turned out so bad.”

Jim sniffed, most likely due to his runny nose. “Issokay. Not your fault.” 

The cod leaned over to rest his head on Scott’s shoulder before shivering and highly regretting that decision, so they decided to put a layer of blanket between them to help with that. Scott bent and pressed a kiss to Jimmy’s crown- a silent apology. 

Quiet passed between them for what seemed like hours when the almost audible sound of Scott getting an idea broke it. “What if I take the next few days off to make it up to you?”

The Codfather smirked at that. “Hmm…” he started in fake thought, “I guess that might work.” He shrugged.

Scott flicked his cheek, getting a yelp and some choice words out of the cod. 

In the back of his mind, he started making plans of what he might do to get Jim’s spirit back up.

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Mending a Family 25/?

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Jason finds a new hobby; Jazz starts thinking about her future. Danny isn't completely miserable at school.

Danny didn’t want to admit it, but he was having fun at school.

Three weeks after starting school, Danny had settled in.

He had made a small group of friends. They could never replace Sam and Tucker, but they were fun. His dad had been right. (Not that he would ever tell him that.) Even if the courses were a bit boring sometimes, being around people his age was nice.

Still, he didn’t want to admit it out loud.

It helped that the school he was enrolled in taught differently to the American education system. Plus, he was learning French.

The school had a more hands-on approach to learning. He built machines and diagrams. Reading out loud could have been more exciting, even if they read at a more advanced level. During those times, he usually zoned out.

Danny found out he loved to draw. The most he had drawn back at his home dimension had been basic things or schematics of his inventions once he was older. Here, the school took time to get the kids engaged. They put different things in front of the kids and even let the children model for their classmates if they didn’t like drawing.

Right now, the teacher was teaching them how to make bracelets. It was nice to do things with his hands.

So, yeah, maybe his dad and Jazz had had a point, and school was good for Danny. That doesn’t mean he would tell them.

____

Jason had been bored during the day for the last three weeks.

Ever since Danny had started school, Jason had more time in his hands than before. In Gotham, he slept during the day after a long night of patrol, ruling his criminal empire and giving out necessities to the children and homeless in his territory.

Now, he would wake up, take Danny to school, and teach Jazz defensive moves and how to use knives and guns. That only lasted three hours. By ten o’clock, he was done and bored. Jazz refused to let him take care of Ellie the whole day.

“Go out, Jason. Find something to do, and stop trying to take my baby from me.”

So, here he was, walking around the little village.

That’s where he saw her, a 1967 red Mustang. The car had seen better days, but Jason could tell if he put in the time and effort, he could restore her. He jogged up to the little auto shop.

An older man was sitting on a rocking chair and chewing tobacco. His teeth were yellow, and he had wispy white hair. The wrinkles left deep trenches on his face. He smelled of car oil and tobacco.

“How much for the Mustang?”

The older man looked at Jason and spat the tobacco into a bucket. His greasy shirt read Hank.

“You sure you want that old junk, son? It hasn’t been used since 1986 and has been rotting on this parking lot since.”

“Yeah, I want it. How much?”

“Y’know, having someone fix her will cost a lot, right?”

“I know how to fix cars. I can have it hauled to my place and start fixing her there.”

Jason could go to old junkyards to find parts. He’d have to buy equipment, too; he didn’t have any at home. It’s not as if he didn’t have the money for such a project. He was actually getting excited at the thought of fixing the old car.

“If you’re sure, I’ll leave it at $600.”

“Deal,” Jason said.

Jason paid for the car with his card and waited for Hank to give him the keys. He looked in the car and was surprised to see it still had its original seats. Leather seats, too. As expected, it didn’t turn on. Jason saw that the engine was rusted.

Hmm, he would have to take it out and see if there were any salvageable parts. Now, to figure out how to get it home.

Jason turned toward the older man and noticed he had a nice array of tools and two lifters. An idea started forming.

“Are you willing to rent me a space so I can fix the car here? I don’t know how long it’ll take me to get the car moving, but I’m more than willing to pay.”

The man was chewing on more tobacco. Jason started fidgeting the longer Hank stayed silent.

“I wouldn’t use it when you need the lifters, and I’d still pay for a daily fee. I’d keep the car in the same parking space you’ve had it in.”

Hank spit out the tobacco and took out some more, “Sure, why not? Let’s talk price, kid.”

Jason smiled. He had found something to do.

Danny could tell his dad was happy when he picked him up from school.

“How was class today, chum?”

“It was nice, I guess. I painted some fruit and learned how the weather is predicted for the week. We even built our modal of a weather balloon.”

“That’s nice,” Jason said. “Anything else?”

“We started a new book. Charlotte’s Web. It’s not the worst.”

“Oh, I loved that book when I was younger.”

“Hmm,” Danny hummed, “What did you do, daddy?”

“I bought an old car that I decided to fix up. The man I bought it from has an auto shop and is letting me fix it up there. Maybe, if you’re interested, we can go on the weekends, and you can help me.”

Danny thought about it. He remembered all the times he helped Jack with inventions. He missed building things. This would be different, though. He wouldn’t be building weapons that could kill a race of beings. He would just be helping his dad rebuild a car. It was a normal father-son activity.

“I would like that,” Danny said, “I would like that a lot.”

____

After Jason left, Jazz started thinking.

In a few years, Ellie would start school, too. She wouldn’t have much to do with Ellie gone.

Jazz used to have dreams. She wanted to go to an Ivy School and study psychology. Those dreams had been dashed when the Fentons attacked her younger brother. Suddenly, she was responsible for a de-aged Danny and Ellie. She was glad for Jason’s help, but her whole world had become the children.

Jazz put Ellie down for a nap. She took that opportunity to look into online classes. After all, just like Jazz had been pushing Jason to do things for himself, she had to think about her mental health and find ways to stimulate her mind.

She’d bring it up with Jason to see what he thought.

She spent the rest of the day looking into online school programs. After all, she deserved to do things for herself every once in a while.

The elder Nightingales are finding things to do for themselves, yay! Anyway, I hope you like this chapter.

So I no longer have Covid 😃 but that also means I'm going back to work and won't be able to update as much as I had the past few days. Sorry about that. I will try to update one of my fics at least twice a week. No promises, though.

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In Command - Part 15

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A/N: As always, thank you to the wonderful @teletraan-meets-jarvis for beta-reading for me! You are TRULY THE BEST TJ!!

Chapter Rating: T

Warnings: canon-typical violence, graphic description of injury, language

Word Count: 6.2k words

The night breeze gently whispered in through the curtains in Senna’s office, seemingly peaceful despite the quiet chaos erupting inside. 

Senna had changed into clothes meant for travel and was currently working on backing up all of the data they’d gathered, transferring files from her holocomputer onto her datapad while simultaneously breaking down any and all hardware that she could. It had shattered her heart to disassemble the comm node she’d spent so much time on for the conference, but they were operating under the assumption that their dwelling would be searched, and the comm node would only serve as a clue as to what they’d been doing on Lothal. 

Exhaustion was starting to weigh her down, but the memory of Fisk’s triumphant smirk haunted her, driving her forward. 

He can’t win. I can’t let him. 

She was also still fuming at Rex. He’d been certain that waiting for leadership to send a pick-up was the correct move, seemingly fearful that if they ran, it’d confirm Fisk’s suspicions and give him a reason to pursue them. But every second that ticked by seemed to wind Senna more tightly. Between every breath, she could feel herself bracing for a detonator to go off outside or for a squad of stormtroopers to kick in the door. It felt as though she was in a trash compactor, and the walls were steadily closing in around them. 

In order to settle her mind, she started inventorying her go-bag yet again. The first week they were on Lothal, Rex had walked her through what to pack in it, just in case they ever needed to make a hasty escape. Back then, they’d still somewhat been at odds. He’d been annoyed, thinking she wasn’t taking it seriously enough. In reality, she had thought he was being a bit paranoid this early on in their posting, but more than anything, she was teasing him for sport. A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she tucked her favorite spanner wrench into the side of the bag. 

“You’re packing too many tools. A go-bag should only be essentials.” 

“A good wrench is essential, Captain. Do you have any idea how hard it is to find one that feels right in your hand? Plus this one has an extra joint that allows me to manipulate it in tight spaces and–”

“Fine. You can keep the spanner wrench. But then you can’t take your welder.” 

“I’m taking the welder. And you’re more than welcome to try and stop me. But in my experience, they can also be used as weapons. So, you know, at your own risk.” 

She could still hear Rex’s frustrated sigh echoing in that moment, and something in her chest clenched. 

Things were so different then.

Her fingers absently traced the patch over her blaster wound on her abdomen again. She wasn’t certain if it was because Fisk had pressed into it or just the knowledge that it was what had given them away, but it had been throbbing steadily ever since they’d returned home, reminding her it was there. It made concentrating on anything for too long difficult. 

Satisfied that she was as prepared as she could be, her eyes roamed over the room one more time. It looked closer to the way it had been prior to Empire Day, with parts and random hardware covering nearly every inch of the floor aside from a narrow trail she’d left clear to and from the door. Despite the night being unseasonably cool, she could feel sweat trickling down her back in between her shoulder blades, leaving an uncomfortably damp spot on the back of her shirt. She could hear Rex shuffling around downstairs, occasionally banging something closed or swearing under his breath. 

He’s just as nervous as I am. Even if he’s trying to pretend he’s not.

Flexing her fingers, Senna glanced over at the holocomputer’s display. It still had a few more minutes before the back-up was complete. She searched her mental checklist for anything else she could possibly do while she waited, anything to distract her from her fraying nerves. She’d been so busy worrying about everything else, she hadn’t had much time to even dwell on the fact that each second that ticked away was depleting the amount of time she had left with Rex. Senna violently shook her head. 

You can worry about that after you both get out of here alive and without being captured. 

She sighed forcefully, trying to dispel the sudden tightness in her chest.

There’ll be time to grieve what you lost later. 

Burying her face in her hands, Senna unleashed a shuddering breath. 

Nothing to do but wait. 

It had been a long time since she’d attempted to meditate, but as she continued to struggle to calm her mind, she tipped her head back and stared at the ceiling. 

It’s what Master Ti would recommend, even though she knew I hated it. 

That thought made the corner of her lips quirk slightly. She’d complained about meditation so much as a padawan, but her master had been patient. 

“I can hear you thinking, Senna.” 

She popped an eye open to sneak a glance at her master. The Togruta’s eyes were still closed, but her mouth was turned upwards in a knowing smile. Even sitting on the floor next to her padawan, Shaak Ti had an inexplicable grace about her, an elegance even in her simple Jedi robes that intimidated Senna and left her in awe. 

“What are you designing this time?” Shaak Ti asked.

“Not designing. Optimizing,” Senna mumbled.

Her master chuckled. “Do you think it will not still be there when we’re done?”

“No, but I’ll maybe have a solution then, so I can fix it right away.” 

Shaak Ti’s sharp, bright eyes had opened then, gazing at her padawan. “Meditation is meant to be when you commune with the Force, Senna. It’s when you connect to the living things around you.” 

Senna rubbed her face in frustration. “But to me, a ship is a living thing. So is all tech, droids especially. Things that come to life in the palm of my hand. All it takes is power. The electrical kind,” she clarified. 

Her master’s smile didn’t falter as she studied her padawan. “That may be, but the way you commune with those living things is very different from how we connect with the Force. Isn’t it?” 

The young padawan considered it for a moment before nodding slowly. “I guess that’s true.” 

“And would you also agree it’s important to connect with both forms of life if you wish to be a Jedi?”

Senna shrugged her shoulders. “I’m not as good at the other connections. With people.”

“I don’t think that’s true. You’re quite skilled at tapping into a living being’s mental state. Your gift first manifested as an extreme empathy, is that not so?”

“It is,” the young girl conceded. “But people are hard. Even if I can feel how they feel, I still don’t always understand them. I don’t always do the right things or respond the right way.” She picked at a fingernail. “Machines and tech make more sense.” 

Master Ti nodded. “You do excel with tech. There is no question of that. But while all of us excel at different things, does that mean that we should back away from the things that challenge us?” 

Senna huffed a sigh. “I guess not.” 

The Togruta Jedi master smiled. “And since when have you ever backed down from a challenge?” 

The padawan met her master’s gaze and returned her smile. 

Shaak Ti’s eyes crinkled as her smile deepened. 

“Now, let’s try again.” 

Back on Lothal, Senna hugged her arms around herself as she basked in the memory. She missed her master. Most former padawans were still able to access their masters throughout their life, seeking additional guidance or advice when it was needed. But that was a privilege Senna and every other Jedi had been robbed of with Order 66. She would never walk with her master in the temple gardens again, would never share a cup of tea with her. 

But what better way to honor her than to use what she was able to teach me? 

Senna reached for the carved wooden box on her desk, exhaling slowly as her fingers traced the patterns on the outside. 

It’s time. 

Before she could overthink it, she undid the latch, flipping the lid open. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of her lightsaber. The memories of Kashyyyk felt as though they were looming, but she squeezed her eyes shut, banishing them to the back of her mind. 

No more. Not tonight. 

Her hand was trembling as she reached for the familiar hilt, and she clenched her fist to steady herself, exhaling sharply through her nose. 

Not tonight.

Her fingers wrapped around the lightsaber, and she lifted it out of the box. The weight felt right in her palm, as if she’d been born to hold this weapon. In a sense, she supposed that was true. Her finger found the switch, and she clicked it on. The blade fizzled to life, casting the entire room in a sheen of light blue. The hum was so familiar and comforting, it almost made Senna cry. She released a breath she hadn't realized she’d been holding as she rotated her wrist, slowly moving the blade in a slow curve. Already, she could feel the warmth of the Force reaching out towards her tentatively, tendrils hoping to embrace her if she’d only allow them to. Closing her eyes, she reached back. 

It still didn’t come easily. The static feeling was still present, and she furrowed her brows in concentration, reaching harder. 

Something’s still holding you back.

Senna powered down the blade, huffing in frustration. She blew a wisp of hair out of her eyes, staring down at the hilt in her hand. In the back of her mind, she could almost hear her master’s warm chuckle once more. She laughed softly to herself. 

Maybe it’s time to give some meditation a try. If nothing else, to amuse my master, wherever she is now. 

Clearing a space on the floor, she sat cross-legged and placed her lightsaber on the floor in front of her, closing her eyes and trying to calm her racing mind. Gradually, she slowed her breathing and reached out once more, searching for the last remnants of the wall she’d placed between herself and the Force to see if she could disassemble it. It had been arduous to put in place a year ago, but necessary. Now, she tried not to grow impatient and frustrated as she reached out blindly. 

It’s not a screw to be loosened or a panel to be removed. It’s not that simple. It wasn’t supposed to be. 

The Force surrounded her, but it felt as though every time she reached towards it, it danced just out of reach. 

What do you fear? 

The question popped into her mind unbidden, in her own voice. Her eyes snapped open. 

“Is it fear?” she asked herself softly.

Nothing in the room stirred. 

What is there to fear? 

It wasn’t hard to come up with a fairly extensive list with minimal thought. 

Not being able to connect anymore. Not in the way I did before. It opens me up to danger. It endangers Rex. 

There it is. 

Senna huffed, rubbing her hands over her face.  

But once we leave Lothal, you won’t have Rex. You’ll just have yourself. 

And that will have to be enough. 

She was tired of running from her past, tired of mourning a life she’d lost. 

It’s time. 

Closing her eyes again, Senna reached out once more. 

Let go.

She felt the life around her, the plants, Rex continuing to move about downstairs…

Wait.

And at least two dozen beings outside of the dwelling, heartbeats accelerating with every passing second. 

 No. 

She gasped and her eyes snapped open. Steadying her breathing, she reached out through the Force again. 

Kriff. 

Senna scrambled from her sitting position, creeping to the window and peeling back a sliver of curtain. Both of the Lothal moons were high in the sky, illuminating the street below. She scanned the courtyard and saw nothing out of place, but when her eyes landed beyond the outer wall of the compound, she caught the unmistakable glint of stormtrooper helmets, crouching just behind the wall, pulses hammering under plastoid. 

It’s only been a few hours. We should have had more time. 

She ducked back against the wall, carefully closing the window and allowing the curtain to fall back into place. Anger and frustration surged through her as she ground the heels of her palms into her eyes. 

Think. 

A soft chime caught her attention, and she saw that the back-up had finished on the computer. 

You’ve got to move. 

She disconnected her datapad with shaking hands before scrambling to snatch her commlink off of the desk. 

“Rex, you there?” she whispered frantically. 

“What is it?” Even through the commlink, his voice was tight. She couldn’t tell if it was annoyance or stress or something else, but right now, she didn’t have time to examine it.

Senna held the commlink to her lips as she tried to shove the datapad into her go-bag with one hand. 

“Keep your voice down. Imps are outside. We’ve got to go now.”

She could practically feel the shift in his voice, the captain re-emerging to command the situation. 

“How many?”

The datapad slipped from her grasp and clattered to the floor. She swore under her breath before finally managing to shove it into the main pocket of the bag, zipping it closed. 

“Roughly a dozen waiting just outside the perimeter wall. I’m not sure what they’re waiting on, but they’re going to be coming any second. Fisk must have more pull than we thought. I’m done backing up and breaking down except for the computer, but we’ve got to go.”

“You got your blaster up there with you?” he asked. 

She grabbed the weapon off of the floor where she’d kicked it earlier, slipping it into a holster on her hip before she swiped her lightsaber up and clipped it to her belt. 

Only as a last resort.

“I’m armed. Just need to grab my jacket and I’m good.” 

“Alright. Don’t forget to take the detonator when you go.”

They had rigged the house to blow in case they needed a diversion, and it had the added bonus of destroying the holocomputer Senna hadn’t had time to disassemble. It was intended to be another last resort, only drawing that much attention if there were no other options, but tonight, it felt as if any alternatives were quickly disappearing, and they’d need any advantage to get out unscathed. Senna strode over to the holocomputer, punching in a full-system wipe command. She knew she wouldn’t have time to wait and see if it completed.

Her comm crackled to life in her hand again as she carefully removed the detonator from its hiding place in her desk drawer and slipped it into her pocket. “I don’t know if they’ve got us surrounded all the way, but they’ve definitely got at least two squadrons. I see another group coming around the back corner of the house.” Rex’s voice was still steady, a comforting even tone.

“That’ll be the other dozen,” she muttered, her heart beginning to thud in her chest. “Great.” 

Slipping her jacket on, she pulled her bag over her shoulders and picked her way out of the room, glancing back one more time at the place that had been her workshop for the last several months. A pang of sadness settled into her chest, and she tapped the doorframe in farewell. 

Thanks for everything. 

Rex’s voice on the comm interrupted her sentiments. “Is the speeder bike working?” 

“Yeah, it should be good. Have they noticed it yet?” she whispered back into her comm.

“Doesn���t look like it. They’re bypassing the shed and heading straight for the back door.”

She thought for a moment. “They may not know it’s ours since it's detached. If you come up here, we should be able to climb out my bedroom window, and maybe sneak across the roof and drop down by the shed. The roof slants towards the street, so if we stay low enough, we might be able to get over there without being seen.”

He didn’t argue with her this time. “Alright, be right there.”

Senna made her way down the hall on tiptoe, patting her pockets and belt one last time to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything. 

Blaster. Lightsaber. Datapad. 

A few seconds later, Rex materialized at her bedroom door, handing her his pack to hold while he pulled his cloak on. She searched his eyes and found the same urgency she felt reflected back at her, but there was also an assuredness that brought her comfort. Rex knew what he was doing, and he was going to execute everything as precisely as he could. It reassured her slightly. 

No wonder he got a command so fast.

Quickly and quietly, they snuck through her bedroom, trying their best to not even allow a floorboard to creak. Their breathing sounded incredibly loud, only drowned out by the sound of Senna’s blood pounding in her ears. Rex crouched by the window, peeking out carefully, and she quietly followed suit, bracing one hand on his back as she peered over his shoulder. He stiffened, but didn’t say anything. 

From their vantage point, they could see the second squad of stormtroopers sneaking into the back yard, blasters trained on the rear entrance of the dwelling. 

“No Fisk,” she whispered into Rex’s ear. 

“Did you see him out front?” 

“No.”

“Doesn’t mean he’s not here. Keep your head on a swivel.” 

Senna nodded, swallowing hard. Rex turned, and she flushed with embarrassment at the realization that he must have heard her nervous gulp, but he reached back, gripping her knee and giving it a squeeze. 

“We’re going to be fine,” he whispered. “Just keep your trigger finger tight and stay close.” He met her eyes and gave her a tight smile. Senna grabbed his hand, squeezing it back. 

“Will do.” 

He paused. “Also, you were right. I’m sorry.”

She stared at him for a moment before breaking into a stifled snicker. “I’ll be sure to gloat at a more appropriate time.”

He huffed. 

Senna patted his shoulder gently. “Even I didn’t think they’d get here this fast, Rex. We’d be in the same spot either way.” 

She wasn’t sure if her words comforted him at all, but he gave her a stiff nod. 

Carefully, Rex eased the window open that led onto the roof. The cool night air tickled Senna’s cheeks, and she shivered involuntarily. Neither squadron had entered the dwelling yet, and briefly, Senna wondered what they were waiting for. 

It doesn’t matter. Just get moving.

Rex pulled himself onto the roof, crouching low and reaching a hand back to Senna to help her out. The tiles were uneven and slippery, and it took another painstaking moment for Senna’s boot to find purchase. She reached back to close the window, but Rex gripped her arm, shaking his head. 

Leave it, he mouthed. 

She nodded, and the two of them flattened themselves against the roof. The tiles dug into Senna’s knees, hips, and elbows with a biting cold, but she ignored it, following Rex’s lead as he slowly began crawling forward towards the outer wall. Every clink of the tile or shuffle of their clothes sent adrenaline dumping into Senna’s system, making her even more certain they were about to be discovered. 

About halfway across the roof, they heard the blast of a detonator as the doors of their dwelling were breached. A few seconds later, the sound of shouting filled the house.

Rex pushed himself to his feet, reaching down to pull Senna up as well. “Better hurry,” he whispered. They ducked low, picking their way across the treacherous tiles as quickly as they could.

Suddenly, blaster fire erupted from the window behind them. A bolt whizzed close enough by Senna’s face that she could feel the heat from it. 

“There they are! Blast them!”

Rex swung around, pushing Senna behind him as he raised his blaster. She fumbled for the gun at her hip just as Rex’s foot slipped, and Senna heard him grunt as he lost his balance. She gripped his waist, trying to steady him, and his fingers locked around her forearm. He had just barely regained his footing when a stormtrooper ducked through the window and took aim at him. Time slowed down as Senna watched two bolts erupt from the muzzle of the E-11, one striking Rex in his right knee, and the other grazing his thigh. He shouted a curse and shuddered against her, his returning fire wildly peppering the wall of the house near the window as he fell, slipping out of her grasp. His forehead made contact with the hard tiles with a sickening crack. A scream caught in Senna’s throat as Rex slid towards the edge of the roof.

No.

Her heart felt like it stopped beating as she flung her hand out instinctively. 

Please no. 

The warmth rushed through her veins, just as it had when she’d confronted Fisk, just as it had for her entire life until a year ago. Time slowed as Rex clawed at the tiles, trying to find purchase. His eyes met hers as his waist slid over the edge.

“HANG ON!” 

Her blood sang, and she gasped, but she had him, she could feel it, could feel him. 

Another blaster bolt flew by her head, and she ducked enough for it to miss, leaving the smell of singed hair in its wake. She focused on keeping hold of Rex as she reholstered her blaster, instead pulling her lightsaber from her belt. Her thumb grazed the power button, and the saber hummed to life in her hand. 

“SHE’S THE JEDI!” 

Yes I fucking am. 

Senna wrenched her arm with all of her might, pulling Rex back up and onto the roof as much as she could. Her senses tingled, and she raised her lightsaber in time to block a blaster bolt aimed at her chest. She snarled at the stormtroopers as she threw the hand holding her lightsaber forward, pushing two of the troopers that had made it out the window off of the roof. Her arms shook as she kept her hold on Rex, pulling him closer in between deflecting blaster fire. Her fighting form was sloppy, and she knew it, but survival trumped technique in the moment. Senna’s saber hummed as she cut a wide arc, sending at least one bolt back through the window. She jerked Rex towards her again, and this time, she felt him land at her feet. 

Another blaster bolt erupted from near her ankles, and Senna allowed herself a quick glance down. Even in his current state, Rex had his blaster raised and was returning fire, blinking blood from the cut on his forehead out of his eyes. 

“Can you stand?” she shouted over the din.

“Maybe.” His teeth were clenched, and she could see a vein throbbing at his temple. She’d never seen Rex hurt before, and it made anger thrum through her. She banished the urge to embrace that rage, that hatred, instead reaching down towards him.“Grab my belt and haul yourself up! We’ve got to go!” she yelled. 

Rex clasped her hand, squeezing it lightly even now. He cursed loudly as he dragged himself to a standing position, wrapping one arm around her shoulders to support himself. Senna slid her free hand around his waist, slipping her fingers under his belt to hold him up.

“BACK UP.”

She began pushing him towards the edge of the roof, continuing to deflect blaster fire while Rex managed to pick off at least two assailants with his DL-44. The stormtroopers were pouring out into the yard now, having realized their targets were already outside. 

“How many did he fucking bring?” Senna muttered under her breath, sweat trickling from her brow as her muscles and joints screamed in protest under Rex’s weight and the strain of keeping her balance on the roof. 

“Dunno, but I can take out a few more,” Rex gritted out. Quickly, he reholstered his weapon and reached into a pouch at his side, grabbing a thermal detonator and flinging it down into the yard. The blast sent the half dozen stormtroopers that had gathered flying, their screams cutting through the night as smoke filled the air. 

Senna was gasping for breath as she held Rex up, trying to tread carefully on foot placement as they backed towards the edge of the roof. The smoke had obscured them from view from the troopers in the yard, but that didn’t stop them from firing wildly at where they thought their two fugitives might be. 

Just a little further. 

As they reached the edge of the roof, the narrow gap between the wall and the shed stretched out below them. Senna glanced down, trying not to think about how far the fall was. Rex’s eyes met hers. 

“Sorry about this,” she gasped.

Without giving herself another moment to think about it, she tipped backwards and pulled Rex off of the roof with her. She heard him inhale sharply, and briefly, she felt wild laughter bubbling up in her at his surprise. 

He’s going to kill me later. If there is a later.

Deactivating her lightsaber in the air, Senna tried as hard as she could to push away from the ground with the Force to cushion their landing. They still wound up in a heap, but at least not any more injured from what she could tell. Rex was groaning and swearing.

“Why don’t you ever just ask me to karking jump?” 

Clipping her saber back onto her belt, Senna ignored his muttering and grabbed him under his arms, roughly dragging him towards the entrance to the shed. The stormtroopers were already running into the alley, shouting at them to stop. 

Just keep surviving one more minute, Senna thought to herself. If you do that enough times, you might live to see another day. 

Once she and Rex were both inside the shed, Senna slammed the door shut behind them, locking it and busting the control panel with her fist to keep it sealed for a few moments. She helped Rex onto the speeder bike, settling herself in front of him to drive. He wrapped an arm around her waist, and she reached down, resting her hand against his forearm. They paused for a moment, the only sounds the two of them catching their breath in the deafening silence of the shed. 

“Got your blaster out?” Senna asked.

“Yup,” he grunted into her ear.

Stormtroopers pounded on the door they’d just come through, shouting commands that all blended together into an indecipherable cacophony.

“Alright, let’s see if we can get through this,” Senna whispered, trying to hide the tremor in her hands.

“Another tall order,” Rex said through clenched teeth.

“That’s unfortunately becoming a trend with us,” she muttered.

“This one’s the tallest.” 

She hummed in agreement, unsure of how else to respond. She could hear the sadness in Rex’s voice, and her chest clenched as she realized he was implying there was a chance these were their last moments together. They could already hear the stormtroopers lining up in front of the main door outside, ready to capture or kill them.

How silly all of this is, Senna thought. All of that pushback and wanting to keep him safe, and now here we are. About to die together. And I never–

“You’re surrounded! Come out with your hands in the air!” A smug voice rang out through the door, muffled but still painfully recognizable. Senna’s lip curled reflexively. 

Fisk.

The anger in her shifted to helpless disappointment.

He’s going to win. 

Her mind raced, but no better alternative to their current predicament presented itself. Senna felt her breath catch in her throat, and she fought the urge to scream in frustration.

This might be it. 

She turned around and looked at Rex. There was a pinch between his brows, and his eyes were sad. Even with the blood and dirt smeared across his face, his eyes still burned fiercely as they found hers in the dark. Her heart fluttered.

You never told him. 

But to tell him now that she loved him, to tell him all of the things she’d been withholding felt like a concession, like she’d accepted that they were going to be captured or killed. And that wasn’t something Senna was ready to do. Instead, she grabbed Rex by the back of the head and urgently pressed her lips to his. She felt him stiffen at first with surprise before relaxing into the kiss, reaching his fingers up to touch the side of her face with the same gentleness she’d come to know as inherently him. The same gentleness she’d fallen in love with. Her eyes burned as she stifled the sob welling up within her. 

She wanted to stay there forever, pretending it was just the two of them, but time was short. The odds were stacked against them in almost every way, but she was too stubborn to give up yet. 

“And since when have you ever backed down from a challenge?” her master’s voice echoed in her mind.

She pulled herself away from the kiss, resting her forehead against Rex’s for another heartbeat. 

“Just in case,” she whispered. 

“Sure,” he agreed, the corners of his mouth tugging into a smile. “But we’re going to talk about this later.”

She allowed herself a small smile before turning back around. 

“So, I assume you’ve got at least one bad idea,” he said quietly. “You always have one of those.”

“One bad idea is better than no ideas,” Senna countered. Reaching down, she started the bike. “Got any smoke grenades?” 

“Don’t I always?” he joked, grimacing as he reached into his supply pouch again and pulled two explosives back out.

“Alright, as soon as the door opens, toss them under. Maybe that’ll obscure us enough to get through the welcome committee waiting for us.”

“You want a distraction?” he asked. “Why not use the detonator?”

She’d almost completely forgotten about the small remote in her pocket, but adding it to her idea seemingly upgraded it to at least ‘half-baked plan’ status in her mind. 

“You’re absolutely right,” she laughed, pulling the detonator from her pocket. “Alright, big explosion, smoke bombs under the door, drive like a mynock out of hell, and shoot back when they shoot. Any questions?”

Rex chuckled quietly, and the rumble against her warmed her from the inside out. “None from me.”

She took one last deep breath. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

She armed the detonator and pressed the button. The entire shed shuddered and a bright flash briefly illuminated the inside of it as their entire dwelling exploded, completely destroying the place they’d called home for the last few months. Hearing shouts of confusion outside, Senna reached out with the Force to press the button that opened the shed’s main door. The door began sliding up with a groan, and Rex quickly tossed the grenades underneath as soon as the gap was large enough. 

Here we go.

The world around them erupted in blaster fire and smoke as the door slid up. Senna gunned the engine, and as soon as the door was high enough for them to duck under, they rocketed forward. A blaster bolt grazed her left shoulder as they shot out into the chaos, but she ignored it, grabbing her lightsaber and reigniting it again to deflect and blindly cut through as much as she could. There were shouts and screams as Rex’s blaster rang in her ear, the grip around her waist tightening as he whipped the weapon back and forth to cover a wide area with fire. 

Senna felt her heart pounding so hard she thought it would burst through her chest as they tore through the squadron of stormtroopers, running into one head-on with the bike. She heard the sickening thud and grunt as his body hit the front panel and dropped to the ground, leaving a scuff of white plastoid and blood on the bike’s paneling. 

Just survive another minute.

It felt like an eternity, but it was a fraction of a second before they burst out of the smoke, the blaster fire continuing to chase them as they sped away. She didn’t even have time to look over her shoulder at the smoldering wreckage that had once been their dwelling.

“Atta girl,” Rex shouted in her ear. 

Her heart soared. 

Senna tucked her lightsaber back onto her belt as she heard the whine of speeder bikes fire up behind them. Rex turned and shot backwards into the fray. 

“Are we being chased?” she shouted.

“Yup, got three bikes in pursuit,” he confirmed. 

Kriff.

“Alright, let’s see if we can make it out of town and lose them in the grasslands.” 

Senna wove in and out of the city’s streets, the bolts from their pursuers peppering the buildings and the ground around them. She felt the heat of one that got especially close to her shoulder as it winged by and slammed into a wall ahead of them. 

Kriffing transport-grade weaponry. Those pack a punch.

Suddenly, she turned left and saw the edge of the township, the streets and buildings giving way to unpaved grassland. The yellowing grass stood high enough in some places to where they would be able to be hidden from view.

If we can just make it that far. We’re so close.

She heard an explosion behind them and saw the buildings around them briefly illuminate as Rex whooped loudly. 

“Still got all three?” she yelled.

“No, I managed to hit one,” he replied with a tone that could only be described as cheerful. It made Senna smile. “Now we’re just down to the last–“

Rex gasped suddenly, and his body shuddered against her before she felt him go limp. His weapon flew from his hand and clattered against the pavement as they sped onwards.

“REX!” Senna screamed, feeling his grip around her waist loosen. She frantically grabbed his arm to hold him to her while she steered.

“REX PLEASE ANSWER ME!” 

Her pleas were met with silence. 

No. No. No. No. 

She inhaled sharply. 

Think. He needs you to think right now.

Rex had been their rear defense, but now the Imperials were free to shoot at them unhindered. He’d undoubtedly take another blast if she didn’t stop them, or they’d hit the bike, and everything would go to hell from there.

No. 

Senna swung the bike around so that it was facing their assailants, slamming on the brakes. As gently as she could, she eased Rex forward so that he was slumped over the handlebars, and then she leapt from the bike, igniting her lightsaber in the air. 

The first stormtrooper had no time to react as she came down on his speeder, cleanly slicing it and him in two. The second one was further back and had time to respond, firing at her as she charged forward. She deflected blast after blast with ease, her eyes burning and her saber humming in her hand. She felt the anger and hatred seep into her veins, the cold trickle in her blood that she’d felt on Empire Day, and in that moment, did not fight it. 

I’ve come this far. They’re not taking one more person from me. 

“COME ON!” she screamed at the approaching trooper. “COME AND GET ME!” 

She was running straight at the approaching bike now, her hair flying wildly behind her. If the trooper was concerned about a Jedi running full-speed at him, he didn’t show it, hunkering down further behind his handlebars. 

Senna seethed.

Fuck you.

Just as the bike was about to hit her, Senna dropped to her knees, sliding along the pavement. The cobblestones tore at her knees through the fabric of her leggings, leaving her with torn skin and bloodied bruises that she hardly registered. She held her lightsaber skyward, neatly slicing the bike in half along its length. The halves flew over her, searing her cheek as she turned her head and pressed herself against the ground. The bike’s pieces clattered loudly against the street, and the mangled body of the stormtrooper rolled away from her. For just one second, she allowed herself to sink against the pavement, trying to catch her breath before a voice in the back of her mind started screaming. 

RUN! 

Quickly, Senna stood, ignoring the stinging and warmth of her bloodied knees as she listened for more bikes. She could hear them in the distance, but she and Rex would be long gone by the time their pursuers reached this spot.

Senna ran back to her speeder bike. She wanted to check Rex fully, but there was no time. She pushed his body forward so that she would be able to steer, albeit clumsily, and hopped on behind him, caging him in with her arms to hold him in place. Gunning the engine, she reached out with the Force, searching for Rex in it. She breathed a sigh of relief as she felt him, still there.

But fading fast. 

“Please hang on, Rex,” she whispered as she turned the bike towards the grass and sped off into the night.

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There are literally hundreds of fics out here that have stolen my heart, but here are a few of my favorites. Forgive me if I wax poetic about some of these, but I think you'll love them just as much!

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My favourite fanfics I read this year

Point A to Point B by @amywritesthings Description: Escorting a former Empire prisoner of war to a Rebel Alliance safe zone? It should be a piece of cake. Absolutely no problems whatsoever. My thoughts: My space sister even when she's off in another galaxy far far away (aka another fandom), Point A to Point B was one of the first Din series I read that was in progress at the time I started. Nothing made me quite as excited as giving my blow-by-blow reactions to Amy's spectacular story, and I'll come back to a few of those...ahem...firsts time and time again. The writing style is crisp and gorgeously detailed, and I love her religious Din so very much.

Lie to Me by @iamskyereads Description: A recent transfer to the DEA from the FBI makes you a target of hazing from your co-workers. Choosing to forget your bad first day at a bar puts you on a path towards meeting a new acquaintance. An expert on deception and psychological profiling, you are adept at catching liars. What happens when an increasingly stressful work environment begins to test the limits of your personal life and the one man at the center of it all, Javier Peña? Afterall, everybody lies about something. But how many are you keeping from yourself? An AU of Season 3 of Narcos My thoughts: Skye writes some of my favorite "it's canon now" stories, and Lie to Me is a shining example of what her creative mind can do with Season 3 plus an incredible reader character. I have never read a story where the reader was so different than me but also someone I'd so badly like to be that I could really imagine it to be true. Plus her Javi is so thoroughly rendered in perfect introspection I half expect scenes from the show to have Carino in the background. A must read!

Surrender by @ezrasbirdie Description: Weeks after the events in Kansas City, Joel and Ellie stumble across a woman lost in the Nebraska wilderness. With her knack for foraging and unending patience for Ellie's ceaseless questions, Daisy quickly becomes an asset on their journey. But between Joel's capriciousness towards her presence and Ellie's fierce loyalty to her guardian, she can't help but question her place with her new companions--especially when she catches Joel's gaze lingering more and more when he thinks she isn't looking. My thoughts: Listen, I know there's a lot of Joel out there right now, but this Joel? You need to read this Joel. A glorious character study of an intensely broken man finding a new start through the eyes of a complex and powerfully realized OC. There are whole chapters that have me in a chokehold, and the pain is so stunningly offset by the beauty they find in each other. One of my favorite things Birdie has written (and there are lots to choose from!)

Celestial Navigation by @write-and-buried Description: Dumped and drowning in a summer storm, you duck inside a coffee shop to hide from your broken heart. Covered in plants and hand drawn images over exposed brick, it seems like a slice of heaven. The owner brings you a blueberry muffin and a promise; you’ll fall in love with him before the new year. My thoughts: How can I not mention the story I salivated over every week waiting for a new chapter? This Dieter has all of the hallmarks of canon Dieter with so much more depth and a unique twist to his character that works perfectly in this sort-of AU. Every description is lush and ripe, sensuality used to lull you into horny heaven. Gorgeously realized and a wonderful contained read again and again.

Intimidation Tactics by @whataperfectwasteoftime Description: You and your partner, Marcus Pike, are investigating a case that brings you far too close to something much more dangerous than your average art thief.   My thoughts: Penny came out of the gate SWINGING with this series. Marcus and Dave's chemistry is electric, and the three of them together weave attraction and devotion into something much more grounded and confident than I expected. Their relationship blossoms so fully I can't imagine it any other way.

Wild Abandon by @starlightmornings Description: Post-WWII, set in the Great Smoky Mountains of Western North Carolina. Ezra Joe Collins came home from the war looking to hide away in the wilderness. His simple, quiet life is turned upside down when you show up in his garden, hungry and desperate, with nowhere else to go. What starts out as a grudging friendship quickly transforms into something that will knit your very souls together — but as you soon discover, such a bond comes at great cost. My thoughts: Kaylie's masterful execution of this thematic story kept me on the edge of my seat for weeks! The setting and voice is some of the most unique writing I've come across, and the threads she weaves together to make the full picture come to light had me gasping. Plus Ezra is the perfect balance of hedonistic and mysterious, just the way I like him.

Beloved fanfics with my comfort characters

First Class to Tatooine by @mandosmistress Description: You’re a flight attendant who’s so entranced by your melancholy, beskar-clad passenger that you decide to cheer him up with some first class treatment. And although the Mandalorian seems to think he can forget his woes between your legs if he tries hard enough, despair and violence seem to follow him no matter how hard he tries to shake them. My thoughts: Mari's fic was some of the first I read in the fandom and if I'm ever missing Din I come back to this story. Her young Din fics are transcendent, but I'm so in love with this post-TBOBF story and the angst she pulls out of it.

Kinktober 2022 by @chaoticgeminate Description: You’re a fanfiction writer turned novelist, which was great since it was the path you wanted your writing to take you down in life. What you never thought would happen was meeting the Javier Gutierrez, who you actively write smutty fanfiction about from his film with Nic Cage, and you especially didn’t expect him to have a crush on you. Fast forward several months of dating, with a good chunk of your relationship being distance due to his constant traveling and having to go home to Mallorca, when he surprises you with a prompt list and a vacation planned around exploring it. You haven’t even worked up the nerve to tell him about what you write and post to Tumblr about him as a character yet. My thoughts: Who doesn't want to live in a world where some happy accidents bring you together with Javi Gutierrez in a sexy funfest full of feelings, healthy relationship conversations, and mind-blowing smut? Plus Kelly made me almost cry several times featuring my beloved Murch in her stories and now our RCs are best friends forever.

Palomino by @fuckyeahdindjarin Description: Unable to get a refund for a week-long horse-riding pack trip you’d booked with your ex, you decide to go solo. As it turns out, a rebound with a cowboy named Jack while traversing the wild landscapes of Wyoming might just be what you need. My thoughts: Palomino is a triumph of a fic by the incredibly talented Cee that is a must-read if you like anything horsey. Even if you don't, come for the soft-spoken cowboy we were robbed of in TGC and their adventures together. Cee took so many unique turns that had me intrigued with my heart clenching at each new chapter, and the ending is truly something beautiful.

Fanfics I wish more people knew about

Calculated Risks by @pedrito-friskito Description: I took a calculated risk, but fuck, am I bad at math aka - this started as friends with benefits but you’re ridiculously good in bed and not as much of an asshole as originally thought and now I’m kind of in love with you? a saga. My thoughts: Kay's Dieter is a chaotic mess in the best way, and she pairs him with someone just as messy and perfect for him. They traverse some highs and lows together, but the love is so carefully threaded through you have to root for them.

Vibes by @mandoblowmybackout Description: Sex toys, Din Djarin, neurodivergent reader and so many feelings? What's not to love? My thoughts: The number of times I've closed my eyes and thought of scenes from this series is too large to count. As sexy as the concept sounds, the trust and care that Ash takes to give these two the love they deserve is even more exhilarating.

Kitten by @boliv-jenta Description: The reader meets Nico at a swingers party. Will he just scratch an itch or carve a place in her life? My thoughts: Liv has so many fics I adore, but the exploration of Nico as a character and how his and Kitten's experimentation grows is just masterful. Plus she gives us one of my favorite OC side characters and so many twists and turns I was gobbling up each addition the moment they came out!

Fanfics with my favourite trope/AU

Love Triangles by @littlemisspascal Description: Soulmates with Identifying Marks AU, including a ridiculous amount of pining, misunderstandings, and Dieter being Dieter. My thoughts: Rae's writing never fails to make me feel the widest spectrum of emotions. This AU is so fun and thoughtfully fleshed out, with a wild but kind Dieter, hilarious nicknames, and a soulmate twist that had me a gooey mess by the end.

Stranger At My Gate by @leslie-lyman Description: A time-traveling Pero. A modern woman trying her best. A kitchen full of possibility. A helping of Midwestern kindness. A dash of magic. And a whole lot of Christmas spirit. My thoughts: I read this around the holidays and it was the perfect treat for my time-travel-Pero-loving heart! The world Leslie creates is so warm and homey I want to live in it always. Plus big gruff Pero melting down for Tessa makes me want to cry, it's so wonderful.

A Galaxy Far Far Away by @grogusmum Description: This fic is as much a story about Din, Grogu, and Reader as it is a little love letter to an old home of mine, during an idyllic time in my life. As with most authors, there are characters who are a reflection of them, and that is certainly so for reader characters in fics. And it is so here, but only a little, but the cottage, the town, the festivities are directly from life. I hope they come across kind of like characters in their own right. My thoughts: Every time I get a new piece of this story it melts me again. The love in this is quiet and gentle, and Grogu is a sweet little menace we adore. The slow growth of love is truly the star, and I'll forever want to live in this town with a big teddy bear of a man and his mischievous son.

The Language of Flowers by @lowlights Description: You’re the only daughter of a wealthy Victorian family living in the countryside. The head gardener, Din, catches your eye and your heart. A series of clandestine rendezvous put both of your futures in jeopardy. One question persists: could you ever truly be together? (A Din Djarin AU) My thoughts: Gardener!Din owns my heart, my nethers, a large piece of my brain. The Victorian vibes are off the CHARTS, and while there's the looming doom of their secret relationship always present, I still fall back in love every time.

Fanfics I NEED to read

A Girl Walks Into a Bookshop by @oonajaeadira Description: Set a couple of years after the events of the film. Ezra owns a bookshop. You walk in. My thoughts: This has been on my TBR forever and I feel like I need to set aside a day to just binge it. I know it'll make me soft. I know it'll give me all the feels. I just need to prepare myself for it, preferably with a warm drink and a cozy corner to melt in.

Meant to Be by @radiowallet Description: Oberyn Martell has spent his life as a second-born prince enjoying all the pleasures that Dorne has to offer, staving off any notion of an arranged marriage under the guise of searching for his soulmate. But after defeating The Mountain and avenging his sister's untimely death, Oberyn returns home to his brother still without a true heir. And so Doran states his plan: To name Oberyn Lord of Sunspear and have him take a wife, soulmates and lovers be damned. So what happens when the fates of Westeros send him an independent and troublesome woman from the north that just happens to fit the title of both bride and soulmate? Which feelings does one bow to? To bend or to break? And what does it truly mean to be meant? My thoughts: Cat's unique take on a Soulmate AU with an unlikely Pedro boy has been tantalizing me for months! And to hear her say that it's one of the formative stories that's developed her unique voice just makes me want to read it more!

Clean Sheet by @haylzcyon Description: Former FBI agent turned tortured crime-author Marcus Pike has never gotten the hang of complacency. The weight of monotonous days stuck writing a loveless character into predictable plotlines is heavy - but he finds ways to shoulder it. Newly divorced and the owner of a print shop where Marcus orders copies of his working drafts, a slip-up in order packaging sparks a fast blooming friendship between you, and reveals a side to Marcus that you've only dreamt of. My thoughts: AUTHOR MARCUS AUTHOR MARCUS I know this is going to get me yearning and I cannot wait for him to meet-cute his way into my heart.

Like a Moth to the Flame by @the-scandalorian Description: monster!Din, sort of a dark Beauty and the Beast AU My thoughts: Oh god. Oh godddddd. Monster!Din. I can't. I need a minute. I'm gonna be such a problem after this story and I need to be ready for that. I'm looking so disrespectfully at this story Simone.

Thank you to each and every writer who's on this list (plus dozens more) and whose words are forever imprinted in my brain, for better or worse. Happy Spooky Season!

#pedrostorieshallowreads23 #prolix fic recs

[catindabag]

TBOSAS AU ✨CRACK! TAKE✨: The 10th HG Mentors According to Drunk Dean Highbottom. (Part 1)

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In my TBOSAS Crack!AU (Read [this] & [this] for context), Drunk!Casca Highbottom has a major problem when it comes to pronouncing people’s names right (intentionally and unintentionally). Many even accepted the fact that the Dean just gave up correcting himself after the last PTA meeting.

Moreover, most of the time, drunk Highbottom thinks that his top student, Coriolanus Snow is the 2nd coming of the ever gorgeous Crassus Xanthos Snow. And yes, Crassus was in fact Casca’s former super dead lover, drinking buddy, and karaoke pal.

In addition, the Dean hates the Plinths with a passion. However, it is not because they’re District. Casca simply hates them because according to rumors, Strabo Plinth, who was also serving in the army with Crassus Snow at that time, stole (dated) Casca’s ex boyfriend after the infamous Crasca University Breakup.

And now, Coriolanus Crassus Snow is going to marry the rich bastard Sejanus Plinth after graduation. And Casca is still swimming in DENIAL. How the odds were never in Highbottom’s favor.😭🔪

So here are our Mentors according to Drunk Delusional Dean Casca Highbottom (plus with his personal side notes and opinions about them).

Here are the other parts: [2] [3] [4]

⭐️MENTORS⭐️

Crassus Xanthos Snow (Coriolanus Snow)

I hate you, I love you, Crassus!😭🔪

You smell like roses and cabbages.

Poor AF. That’s what you get for breaking up with me!!

Is currently dating that idiot Plinth. I don’t know which one.😩😭

Obviously, you only did it for the filthy money!

Has a severe case of OCD and Paranoia.

Depressed & Obsessed AF.

War orphan who can’t pay his taxes.

Can’t even pay for therapy.

Can’t afford to buy f*ckin’ shoes.

Wears old clothes from the last century.

I want to spoil you so bad!😩

I too have money, please 🙏 marry me!

Extremely smart, but stupid.

Sucks at Physical Education.

Can and will malfunction when in a state of confusion.

Needs to pet a fluffy fat cat to avoid going batsh*t crazy.

Snow lands on top?? He’s a freaking “bottom”😏 for goodness sake.

Almost got evicted by loan sharks.

Can be easily hoodwinked into marriage.

I miss our ✨Thursday Clubbing✨!😭

Come back to me, Snow Bae!

I’m still single and waiting for you!

We’re technically still dating, right?🥺

That infamous “University Breakup” NEVER happened!!😫

CRASCA FOREVER!!

Will most likely win the Hunger Games by acting like a weak (but hot) little meow meow before poisoning everyone with Nightlock Berries.

Syllabus Plinth (Sejanus Plinth)

Ughhh!😩 Just go back to District 2 already!

You rich social climbing bastard!

Stole my gorgeous boyfriend!😡🔪

Is reckless AF.

Is wasteful AF.

Is a natural born menace to me.

The idiot heir to the largest munitions empire of Panem.

Wants to become the President of Panem for some reason?🧐

Throws bread to the dead.

No fashion sense at all.

Dr. Gaul hates him for being too nice.

His boyfriend stealing father throws money at me all the time.

Does not know what “personal space” is.

Doesn’t deserve to date my Snow Bae!

How dare you steal my boyfriend!!

I’ll crash your f*ckin’ wedding!!🤬🔪

How dare you stand where I stood!

You have daddy issues!

Peace loving?! Your family sells guns and nuclear missiles for a living!

The audacity! Give me your sandwich recipe!

Once choked my former boyfriend with gumdrops.

Will NEVER WIN the Hunger Games!!🤬🔪 I won’t allow this boyfriend stealing bastard to win anything!

Fetus Creed (Festus Creed)

A self proclaimed “Professional Dumpster Diver.”

Panem’s garbage boy.

A menace to society and the food industry.

Likes to act innocent & clueless.🙄

A natural born leader for fools.

President of the Losers Club.

King of delinquents.

Loves to steal and eat my hamburgers.

Can’t afford to buy a slice of cheesecake.

Is currently dating the cannibal.

Breaks the law everyday, all day.

Peacekeepers loathe him but can’t arrest him.

The Academy’s very own village idiot.

Your family owns the largest construction company in all of Panem, but reconstruction is still slow AF because of your very existence.

Your family members are super weird and super annoying.

Claimed to have never received the 200+ expulsion letters that I’ve personally written and sent to his parents.😫🔪

Has received at least 70+ demerits from me.

Why can’t you attend at least one f*ckin’ detention?!😡

Hangs out with cabbage boy and Plinth’s idiot heir all the time.

Needs to be expelled ASAP.

Why do you succeed and fail at the same time?!

Your ODDS are a piece of sh*t.

Will most likely win the Hunger Games through sheer DUMB LUCK.😩🔪

Listerina Listerine Vickers (Lysistrata Vickers)

Gives free hugs drugs to friends.

Does not prescribe morphling bottles for free.😭

Founder and leader of the “Snowjanus” fan club.🙄🔪

Started the “shipping” war of the century.

Very responsible, but unpredictable.

Suspicious AF.

You’re super lucky that your mommy and daddy are working under the President.

Stop using your “My parents are famous doctors” card to get out of trouble!

Biology is her forte.

Broke my expensive office aquarium on accident purpose.

Gave me weird looking vitamins as an “apology” gift.

Will stab people for medical reasons.

Knows how to manipulate the law.

Your wannabe local drug dealer doctor.

Has a neat appearance, just like her parents.

Might be the leader of an underground illegal drug company that I can’t name.

May have manufactured medicine without the President’s consent.

Is secretly a cry baby.

Hangs out with stupid garbage boys.

Girl, your so called “Miracle Pills” might be lethal and illegal.

Empathetic, I guess.

Will most likely win the Hunger Games by secretly slowly hugging drugging everyone to death.

Philip Raven’s Bill (Felix Ravinstill)

Ultimate Nepo Baby of the century.

Everyone’s favorite boy by default.

Very cool and competent.

Was given the biggest bedroom in the President’s Mansion for some reason.

President Gran Gran’s favorite grandnephew.

Is very rich, but don’t ask why.

Can win a war through the power of friendship and stupidity.

Extremely likable AF.

Must be protected at all cost.

VIP student who can’t be arrested.

Is the Class President.

If he gets hurt, we all get hurt.

I’ll be dead before you get kidnapped.

Haven’t you heard? His granduncle is the current President of Panem.

Has common sense.

Your bromantic boyfriend is a freaking kleptomaniac.

What’s with the Hello Kitty merch?!

Your family is corrupt AF.

Hates his shady & scheming relatives.

Half of your uncles are banned from entering The Academy.

Can you file a very powerful restraining order for me?🥺

Needs to work on his “begging” skills.

Might have the power to end the Hunger Games forever.

Will most likely win the Hunger Games by hiding and having a lot of sponsors to keep him alive.

Andrew Keys Under Sun (Androcles Anderson)

A wannabe reporter like his mama.

A self proclaimed “professional kleptomaniac.”

Stole my morphling bottles.😠🔪

Stole my very expensive wristwatch.

Stole my personal diary journal.

Where is my freaking wallet, Andrew Keys?!

Is straight up a criminal.

Knows how to pickpocket like a pro.

Never give him a hairpin.

I gave you an inch, you f*ckin’ ran a mile.

You’re lucky that your mama can destroy my reputation.

Stole a thousand & plus items from school.

Is maybe secretly dating the Class President.

The only reason why you haven’t been arrested by the authorities is because of your bromantic boyfriend.

Your family only got filthy rich by blackmailing powerful people.

Can break into anyone’s house without being detected.

Dammit! Why do you have natural luck?!

The odds are always in your favor!😩

Can bribe anyone with a slice of pizza.

Will most likely win the Hunger Games by literally stealing everyone’s weapons, sponsors, lovers, mothers, fathers, and of course, your life.

#tbosas #crack post #coriolanus snow #president snow #sejanus plinth #lucy gray baird #hunger games #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #ballad of songbirds and snakes #suzanne collins #thg #thg fandom #thg fanfiction #thg fic #thg series #casca highbottom #dean highbottom #festus creed #lysistrata vickers #crassus snow #felix ravinstill #androcles anderson #snowplinth #crack treated seriously #coriolanus x sejanus #snowjanus #crackship #alternative universe

[thewertsearch]

Your name is EQUIUS ZAHHAK.

Hello, Equius the horse fan. 

His full bedroom doesn't reveal much more than our initial glimpse, thank god. Equius has two passions in life, and isn’t shy about them. 

You have a great appreciation for THE FINE ARTS. You use your aristocratic connections to acquire PRICELESS MASTERPIECES, painted in the oldest and most respected Alternian tradition of NUDE MUSCLEBEAST PORTRAITS.

We can only hope that these paintings are more niche than he’s implying. Vriska and Gamzee, at least, don’t seem to appreciate this aristocratic ‘high art’, and it feels like specifically an Equius gimmick. 

Practically everything MAKES YOU FURIOUS. You have so much rage, it can only be expressed through STAGGERING QUANTITIES OF PHYSICAL VIOLENCE.

Congratulations, Equius - you’re exactly the kind of troll that Alternia wants. They’d love you on the front lines, if Paradox Space didn’t have other plans. 

You build strong and sturdy robots, set them to kill mode, and BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THEM in caged brawls.

I’ve got to give Equius some credit, though. This is, honestly, a pretty healthy outlet for the violent urges that trolls seem to be stuck with. 

I doubt the Empire would approve, though. They’ll be asking him to release this aggression on the enemy in a couple of years, so this would probably be considered a ‘bad habit’ that he needs to break. 

Aurthour! Where are you???

Oh, there he is. He was just preparing an ice cold glass of nutritious LUSUS MILK for you, with a thick foamy head on it, just the way you like it.

A humanimal lusus is fitting indeed. no I'm not going to talk about the milk

Seriously, he's like a soft summer peach.

Maximized Strength, but he’s clearly lacking in the Dexterity department. Plus, he’s intelligent enough to build robots, but not wise enough to reject Alternia’s class hierarchy. The guy is more min-maxed than Marquise Mindfang. 

Lusus milk is the secret to being STRONG.

Actually it isn't. You like to think that though. The truth is you're really strong because you're kind of a freak.

Sollux has a mutant mind, and Equius seems to have mutant muscles. For some reason, Sburb has decided to create a very exceptional batch of Players this time around - one that doesn’t seem entirely representative of their species. It seems like very few of these trolls are ‘typical’, and I wouldn’t be surprised if none of them were.   

#2211 #homestuck liveblog #full liveblog #act 5 #EH (as in Equine)-qui-us ZA-hack #s16

[nichiperi]

MWAHAHAHAHAHA I DID IT!! Look at my terrible fail-children! (⁠✷⁠‿⁠✷⁠)

An aggregious amount of MORE information about them under the cut lol.

Here's everyone's basic timelines. But keep in mind, I'm still reworking them so they could change.

BEK

• Grows up in the smeetery at the same time as Chara and former Tallest Spork. All three of them end up getting a lot of special privileges upon leaving because they're tall.

• Bek has a super brief stint being an Irken Elite soldier with Chara for some basic training.

• Takes the test to become re-encoded as Invader class and passes with flying colors.

• Meets Teira when getting a custom weapons system for his ship. The two enjoy talking about horrendously destructive weapons and cool explosions together.

• Is responsible for the take-over and/or destruction of several planets. These accomplishments combined with his height make him a prominent figure in Irken high society. He frequently meets with Tallest Miyuki directly, and is always invited to socials, which he always invites Chara and Teira to as his plus ones.

• Miyuki grants Bek the gift of a vacation. He takes the opportunity to discover a new world on the fringes of Irken-observed space: Earth.

• He arrives on Earth in the year 1989. After a having a horrible time and traumatizing a single horrible human, he returns home and reports Earth as being a garbage planet with garbage lifeforms. Upon his return, he discovers that Miyuki is dead, and Spork is now the tallest.

• Spork and Bek proceed to hate each other fervently, but are still forced to interact because the whole of Irken society expects it. It's awkward.

• Bek discovers a planet that reveals some amazing truths about ancient Irken society. Spork blows it up on orders from the Control Brains. Bek is pissed.

• Bek and a mysterious vortian botanist form an unlikely alliance, and begin holding meetings for a secret society that aims to take down Tallest Spork. However, just as their murderous plans come to a head, Spork just happens to die a horrible death due to some energy blob thing I dunno. Weird.

• New Tallests Red and Purple promote Bek to becoming an Irken Special Enforcer (Basically like a 'Secret Police' type of position, but only really tall Irkens can get it. Of course they also have to not suck at their current job.).

• Bek keeps in contact with the anti-Sporkers. They wanna know who killed him. Because of this, Bek gets involved in the trial of Zim by being one of the people to wrangle him back to Irk for the event.

• After watching that shit-show go down, Bek decides he's just sick of the Empire in general and decides to go off on his own. He invites Chara and Teira, but they refuse.

CHARA

• Raised in the smeetery with Bek and Spork. She gets along with both of them equally, and often breaks up their fights. Usually by being a violent turd and knocking them both out.

• What was supposed to be brief stint as an Irken Elite soldier turns into a decades long career when she fails the Invader-class test. She ends up really enjoying her work as a soldier, however.

• She tends to meet up with Bek a lot after he's conquered another planet for the Empire, as her squad of soldiers is often sent to do "clean-up duty" and law enforcement after a planet's been taken over.

• Chara is promoted to being a Fleet Commander.

• She meets Teira through Bek, and while she is not impressed by Teira's height, she does enjoy getting intel on the latest weapons. The two begin a lifelong, flimsy fake semblance of a friendship.

• When Bek leaves on his vacation, Chara is given a chance to re-take the Invader-class test, and passes. Teira follows suit. Chara almost begins to respect her. But not quite.

• Chara gets sent to planets which need to be subdued by force and taken over.

• After Miyuki is killed, Spork becomes the Tallest. He gives Chara everything she asks for, so of course she thinks he's a fantastic leader.

• Chara becomes enraged when Spork is killed, vowing to kill whoever was responsible.

• She is present at Zim' trial, and nearly leaps down from her seat to maim him after hearing that his blob killed Tallest Spork. Teira and Bek keep her in check.

• Chara hopes to grow taller and become a Tallest like Spork someday, but she's stopped growing decades ago. She never lets go of her anger over his death.

TEIRA

• Raised in the smeetery about 10 years after Bek and Chara, Teira is small and keeps to herself. She's extremely intelligent, and immediately becomes a scientist upon leaving.

• Teira chooses to work in weapons development because she adores the sight of explosions. It's the only thing that brings her a genuine sense of joy.

• Bek and Chara are the first Irkens that Teira almost enjoys spending time with, though she would likely rather expire than admit that.

• Teira is probably the least species-ist of the trio at this point, as she frequently worked with Vortians and other capable scientists during her time as a weapons developer.

• When Bek leaves for his vacation, Teira is inspired to try to pass the Invader-class test after Chara brags about it. She very easily passes. As an Invader, Teira is usually sent to planets that don't have much in the way of sentient life in order to blow everything up and create a clean slate.

• When Spork becomes the Tallest, Chara begins hanging around him more often, leaving Teira and their rivalry/almost friendship begins to deteriorate somewhat. When Bek returns, the two spend more time together without Chara for a while.

• After the death of Spork, the trio begins to hang out frequently again, though the dynamic is significantly different. Both Bek and Chara have drastically changed as a result of Spork's time as Tallest for vastly different reasons. Teira is the only one to notice this, but does nothing.

• Teira opts to stay with Chara out of the hope that they'll one day rekindle the horrible fake friendship they once had....but the excuse she ACTUALLY gives is that she'd prefer the stay on Irk for the time being as flying around didn't suit her well.

#invader zim #iz oc #irken oc #irkensona #illustration #aesthetic #edit #my art #character sheet

[helix-studios117]

Halo Reloaded: The UNSC

Named "The United Nations Star Council" in this AU, my depiction of the UNSC is far less "morally-gray at best, straight up diabolical fascism at worst." I'm sure ther eare people who find that moral-ambiguity interesting, but the point of my AU, or at least of the things about it that DIVERGES it from the main universe, is that everything is supposed to be streamlined (plus, I'm a sucker for more straight-forward 'good vs evil' stories). While bad people can do bad things in the military, the UNSC is largely a force for good. Less the "Galactic Empire" (Star Wars) and more "The Terran Federation" (Starship Troopers). Instead of a shady, militaristic and authoritarian 'Big Brother' empire, it's a libertarian one-world republic that DOESN'T spy on it's citizens with 24/7 surveillance.

Of course, the UNSC has had little to no involvement with the Spartan-Programs Orion to III, all three of which were done behind the scenes by ONI.

The Spartan-II Program isn't nearly as bad as it is in-canon, but they still weaponize children all of the same and The UNSC was just as surprised as everyone else was. They shut down production of the Spartan-III Program after Ackerson got ousted, remeding the situation by placing the IIIs under the care of the II and prohibiting them from seeing battle until the IIs make the call (and most of them don't think the IIIs are ready for action). They can't reverse what's been done to them, it'll kill them; this was the best they could do: Give the IIIs families, families that are just like them and completely understand them.

The UNSC being a "Council" stems from it being, well... a council; it's led by Lord Hood, an admiral who is the head of the council. But in a more meta-sense, it's renamed "The United Nations Star Council" as a reference to the "United Earth Space Council" (the UESC) which is the leading government-body in the MARATHON series (Bungie's original Sci-Fi FPS before Halo and Destiny).

#halo #halo fanfic #halo fanfiction #master chief fanfic #halo headcanon #halo au #The unsc #halo reloaded #United nations space command #ultimate universe

[vibratingskull]

A Lasting Home for the Force Inhibitors

Part1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17

Tags : Fluff, crack

FemaleReader x Thrawn

You come aboard the Chimaera as per Thrawn request, here you’re being task to build a strange contraption for his “answer to a spiky problem”

“Welcome, Lieutenant Commander (y/l/n). Admiral Thrawn asked me to escort you to his office in the Chimaera.” Hands clasped behind her back, the Commodore Faro salutes you in those early hours of the afternoon.

The Chimaera is currently under repairs at the dockyard and the different officier saw their agenda alleviate substantially.

“Alright. I’ll follow you.”

She stands aside and gestures to you to advance to the footbridge. This is perfectly useless, of course, all ISD follow the same plan and you can walk to any important office on board yourself. But the protocol asks for you to be escorted by an officer of the ship. You walk side by side in silence, the young recruits getting out of your way and saluting you. You keep an impassive expression, but interiorly savor these marks of respect. Now, now, don’t let it get to you.

You finally arrive at Thrawn’s office, guarded by two stormtroopers. You give them your cylinder code and they let you pass the door. As soon as the door shuts down, Karyn throws herself at you. You embrace her with all your might, almost making her take off the ground.

“My dear!” You say a bit strangled by her hug. “When was the last time we saw each other?”

“Too long (y/n), way too long. We have so much to talk about!”

“It is pleasant to see such comradery within the rank of the Marine, but I doubt this is the place.” A calm voice rises behind you. 

Thrawn comes closer with a thin smile and what you think is a hint of amusement in the eyes. You part from Karyn, almost painfully, and adjust yourself in front of your superior with a smile badly contained.

“You are right sir, sorry sir.” You concede.

Karyn put a strand of hair behind her hair, failing to hide her smile too. Behind Thrawn another figure draws itself.

“(Y/n)!”

“Eli.”

Your smile dies a bit, but you make the conscious effort of appearing enthusiastic. He hugs you too and you give him back his embrace, although a bit rigid. You look at your three friends reunited.

“Well, the whole gang's here!” clearly forgetting that they were all your superiors.

“She’s right, when was the last time we were all four together?” Karyn demands..

“Surely back at the Academy, so almost nine years ago.” Eli recalls, holding his chin.

“Well. I wanted to reunite… the gang one last time.” Thrawn’s soft voice calling you all to calm down. “I figured a little manual activity was the perfect occasion.”

One last time? What does he mean by that? Next to him Eli slowly nods. What have these two prepared? 

It’s only now that you notice all the mess in the office, some metal boxes, some tools, some transparisteel panels, a bag of gravel…

“What’s with all of that?” You ask.

“It is for the activity. I will shortly receive a precious package and need a space to store it in my office.”

You grin and side-eye him.

“You know you have workers for those sorts of things.”

“It would not be as much fun as with friends. Plus I will need your interior design talents.” 

Everyone arms themself with a tool and you open the plan. You spend all afternoon screwing, bolting, assembling what looks like an aquarium.

“You got some pet snakes, sir?” You ask.

“Or something close.” He answers with an enigmatic tone. 

The situation is hilarious, look at those four officers of the most powerful Empire troubling to assemble a glass box, albeit it’s the wagon that was the most troubling.

“Why are those notices never in basic?” Eli grumbles

“Is it normal that there are more screws than necessary?” Karyn asks, scratching her temple.

 “No it’s not, we must have skipped a step. We have to redo it.” You announce.

You were laughing with her when Thrawn’s comlink rang.

“The package is here. Commander Vanto, Commodore Faro, do you mind retrieving it for me?” He spins towards the group.

They both exit the room, leaving you alone with Thrawn. Your laugh finishes in a deep contented sigh as you continue trying to assemble that damn vivarium. Thrawn comes to help you.

“Did you start your investigation?”

So that’s why he sent them both.

“Well, I didn’t have time to collect anything potent in one week, but I’m paying close attention to Admiral Konstantine, do not worry.”

“I am not worrying, I fully trust your competences in this field. Like I said, you would have been a great ISB agent.”

“Speaking of ISB, thank you for reminding me of Colonel Yularen. He agreed to see me as soon as your name left my mouth.”

“I hope he will prove himself as useful to you as he has always been to me.”

“I hope too, because it's a big fish I asked him to hook.”

He raises his head to you with clear interest on his face. By reflex you look around the office and lower your voice.

“I suspect one of the rear admirals to help pirates stealing resources of the Empire, I had my doubts for some time now but I finally got enough intel to present an investigation demand to the bureau.”

He grins.

“See? You would have been a brilliant agent.”

“Surely better than a officier.” You sigh.

He raises his eyebrow with an inquisitive gaze.

“What might make you say that?”

You sigh again, your gaze lost in space.

“It’s been a while now since my last promotion, even Karyn overtook me and is already a Commodore. I think I’m in the same position Eli was when politicians hold him back. Even Arzel pushes to propel me.”

“Why don’t you accept?”

“It’s a political game, those services are rarely free.”

“He’s your fiance.” He says that with a weird tone.

You shook your head. He really doesn’t get politics.

“He’s a politician first and foremost. And if there is indeed a coalition to prevent me from advancing in my career, it could cost him too.”

“They holded Eli back because he is my aid. Why would they block you?”

“I don’t know. Maybe they’re still pissed at me for what happened with the Zephyr. Maybe…”

A horrifying idea crosses your mind.

“Do you think they might have discovered about my family?” 

You look at him horrified. Your hand that holds the screw-gun starts trembling. He raises to your level and puts his hand on your shoulder in a reassuring manner. 

“You are an honorable member of the Marine, you do your duty with due diligence. They have no reason to pry in your past.”

He takes the gun before you hurt yourself and. wraps his arm around your shoulders.

“As for your career, I am sure it is just an empty moment that will soon pass. Your talent will have their moments to shine and they will be forced to recognize your merit.”

It’s a vain wish. You snuggle against him, appreciating the embrace of a friend, and a bit more, if you’re perfectly honest. A moment passes before he clears his throat and part from you.

“This is how we do it, let me show you.”

And like that he bolts the screws with ease.

“You could have totally assembled that thing alone, couldn't you?” You realize

“Like I said, it would not have been as fun without friends.” He smiles at you.

It forces a chuckle out of you. You guess this is how he shows his appreciation. You both put the aquarium on the wagon.

“And now the fun part.” He hands you the gravel bag and some plants “Decoration.”

He pours the gravel as you place some branches and some exotic plants. For what does he need all that? The tank is massive and elongated, he must have commanded a really big pet or several medium size ones.

You don’t have to wonder too long for Karyn and Eli came back with a large box.

“Sir, we have it!”

“Perfect. Put the box next to the aquarium.” Thrawn explains

Your curiosity is at its outbreak as he inserts his plaque to the port to open the newly arrived box. He leans forward and takes out a weird fizzy lizard. You instantly melt.

“Aw they’re adorable!” You rush to the box to take the second one “Hello, you.”

Eli and Karyn stay at a more reasonable distance, aware of their fangs. You scratch its forehead and coo at it with heart eyes, and hold it like a baby. It looks at you and burps, unashamed of itself, making you laugh.

“What are they?” You ask.

Thrawn walks to the side to let you admire his new lizard statue, you understand.

“Those are ysalamiri.” He explains, scratching its soft tummy “And the answer of a spiky problem we might face in the future.”

He put it delicately in the glass cage, on a branch that it immediately seizes like its life depends on it. You have no idea how a lizard could be useful but they’re cute so you’re in.

“They do not do well detached from their branches.” He warns you

You immediately put it in and it does the same. You lean forward to observe them through the transparisteel, Eli comes to your left, and Karyn to your right, Thrawn at the other side of the tank. Seeing you all four like that makes you grin, but it’s true those lizards make for really cute creatures. You all push the tank slowly to the wall’s enclave and see the ysalamiri in their new home.

“Well, you are now the father of two beautiful children!” You nudge Thrawn.

He side-eyes you.

“Do not exaggerate, those are assets to assure the Empire’s prosperity.”

You snort.

“Oh come on! Don’t tell me those eyes don’t melt your heart?” You point at the tank.

“They melt mine!” Karyn enthusiastically says.

Eli chuckles.

“They have a specific task to accomplish, any other aspect is irrelevant.” Thrawn shakes his head.

“Fine! Then I will be their aunt.” You decide, you start baby talking to the ysalamiri. “Don’t worry my babies, I will take good care of you.”

“Do not refer to them as babies, they are full grown adults.” 

You pout.

“You’re gonna name them, at least?” 

“No.”

You turn to him, horrified.

“No?”

He looks at you with a stern expression.. 

“Then I will name them myself!” You support his gaze.

Karyn and Eli’s eyes navigate from you to Thrawn, holding their breath. He let a small sigh escape him.

“If it entertains you…”

You grin, satisfied.

“Let’s see…” You look at the ysalamiri, admiring them hugging each other and rubbing their forehead. “The female will be… Rosu. And the male, Avaz.” 

“Do those names have significance?” Thrawn asks.

“They do, but since you didn’t want to name them it will be useless to you, sir.” You decide, crossing your arms.

 Eli pouts and Karyn shakes her head. If Thrawn is irritated he doesn’t let show a sign of it. You’re all together around the tank, looking at the ysalamiri with different shades of enamored until Thrawn’s soft voice rise again.

“It is time. Your shift is over.”

You raise like one man, you try to crack your spine while Karyn rolls her head.

“I need to look at some data before leaving.” Eli announces and leaves the office after tilting his head.

You loop your arm with Karyn’s with a complicit grin.

“I’ll invite you for a drink. We have so much to talk about.” You turn towards Thrawn one last time. “I’ll borrow your Commodore if you don’t mind, sir.”

He bow his head slighly.

“Do that.”

You both salute him as you should and exit the office, leaving him behind alone.

_______________________________________________________

Thrawn finishes to read the data and the files, he decides to leave his desk for a stretch. As he walks by the ysalamiri, he stops to observe them. They are peacefully sleeping on one another, the tip of their tongue out of their mouth.

“Avaz and Rosu…” He whispers to himself.

And unbeknownst to him, a thin smile comes creeping on his face as he remembers you holding them like babies.

Maybe those little creatures could crawl inside his heart after all…

@bluechiss @justanothersadperson93 @al-astakbar @thrawnspetgoose @readinglistfics @twilekchiss @pencil-urchin

@ineedazeezee @mssbridgerton

[shjiyemis]

Do you have any thoughts on clown church/purpleblood religion it's my favorite aspect of homestuck and I always like seeing how other people interpret it. I mostly have been thinking about how it changes on earth C from alternia, but alternian clown church is also cool

I HAVE SO MANY FUCKING THOUGHTS DUDE

Like I literally hate how its interpretted bc its literally taking a bunch voudo inspo and using ICP lingo and more inspo from another musical artist/band that my friend pointed out a while ago to me and I cant remember but MY GOD

A lot of the stuff they were using in the clown church religion really felt like they looked up small bits of vodou and used some stuff they already know and are probs more stereotypes then fact and demonized tf out of it RTYVGBUHJNKM GOD IM IN HATE

My thought process of clown religion is that we dont get much, and i do not believe its a not to be spoken of cult, That doenst really makes sense to me i guess bc these bitches are literally wearing their face paint out in the open, theres no fucking way tbh LOL. At most to me its literally a closed off religion in homestuck. Plus its literally normal to murder on Alternia too so like PLEASE??????

Ok NOW I am going to actually talk about how I see it and stop complaining about how its seen DERFTYGUHI

I see the the clown church as definitely something we dont get much talk about in the OG homestuck so ive basically written into it a LOT and I honestly dont really look at hiveswap or friendsim for refs bc these ppl are fucking making me crazy bc they kinda are TRYING to demonize Gamzee so they demonize the purples and the clown religion in general

Since we're reading the comic and if you think about it, we are reading this religion from an empire that is being manipulated by its dictator (The Condensce) and that dictator is also being manipulated somewhat by someone behind the scenes (Lord English). We already know that the religions messiahs are supposedly Lord English and Doc Scratch

But I dont even think thats the case!! Because The more I think about it, dont even think it makes much sense for them to be literal messiahs/gods bc it really feels like a goddamn joke bc neither of them can exist at all without the game!!

SO I specifically believe that Doc Scratch and/or Lord English had requested some kind of hierarchy and she manipulated the religion overtime and now Doc Scratch and/or Lord English are literally WORSHIPPED and then the whole warped version of the religion was impliemented so hard for so long that the religion cant be seen as anything else on Alternia other then a sacrifical cult that aims to deduce the lowblood population!!

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Here are some things I have written for it before it became deduced that in the OG:

-The actual name of the clown church religion is called "The Dark Spiral"

-There are more messiahs and also gods that can be worshipped within the The Dark Spiral but the main ones are Mirth and Rage (Who are NOT Doc Scratch and/or Lord English)

-The Dark Spiral is a closed off religion (with exceptions after a long process)

-The Dark Spiral has many public units where they can give thanks/pray (That are basically temple type settings) but those are not the actual places of worship. The locations of the places of worship are unknown to anyone who arent followers of The Dark Spiral. There are specific passages/trails one must take and going any other way may kill them.

-Places of worship are large open spaces that are well hidden and are secluded. They can be either underground, in a LARGE SECLUDED areas away from civilization, or within caves or mountains

-Ritual sacrifices for either Mirth or Rage are usually large animals that are usually cared for and loved. Troll sacrifices for Mirth are minimal and only true followers that volunteer can be sacrifices. A person who is unwilling to be a sacrifice does not bring good luck from Mirth. A sacrifice specific for Rage is also minimal and usually a troll who commits a crime towards the The Dark Spiral or someone within The Dark Spiral who is believed to be truly despicable.

-Special Stardust is made of Lusus bones, A special mineral only known to Alternia (it shines like a rainbow and when grinded up for the stardust its definitely gives a glittery look), and ashes of loved ones (which can be anything not just trolls).

-Special Stardust is mixed into their face paint sometimes on special occasions like a festival or celebration of some kind having to do with the faith.

-Followers of The Dark Spiral pray with the tips of their fingers on their chin or cheeks with their face looking up with their eyes closed specifically when they are tanking the Messiahs or Gods that they may specifically worship within the faith. They pray like most when it's a general prayer of good luck. They also do very quick prayers of luck by honking their nose twice (similar to how some may form a cross on their chest)

-There are most definitely different branches of belief in The Dark Spiral but the main and most popular depiction of The Dark Spiral is the one I am talking about now.

And of course all of this might've been erased and warped thanks to The Condensce and other trolls who may have been dedicated to her or misguided followers. (Not saying canonically but saying that's literally what mightve happen with my specific interpretation of the clown church AKA The Dark Spiral)

#shye speaks #cyclicalaberration #homestuck #homestuck headcanons #the clown church #shyes rewritten alternia

[fryingpan1234567]

I have a new favorite ship in Empires and it’s just because of ONE POST by @this-tumbleweed-surecan-fish (yeah it’s that easy to give me a new OTP just ONE POST)

so here have some ship and normal character headcanons in my Empires college au because there is one piece of writing about them out there and it was a short post. literally fuck me

Pix, Joel, Lizzie, and fWhip. that’s the ship. I can’t believe this.

Joel is the tallest out of them and fWhip is the shortest

fWhip and Lizzie are really good at talking and Pix and Joel are really good at listening

They all have ADHD

When they’re in public they usually pretend to be two separate couples because the public isn’t exactly used to polyamory, and none of them are really ‘BE LOUD AND MAKE A DIFFERENCE!!’ people

Lizzie, Pix, and fWhip are all like parents to Hermes (that kid has literally five parental units what)

Speaking of Hermes!! The rest of them know of and are perfectly fine with Sausage, and he and Joel adopt Hermes one day because they find him on the streets and they couldn’t just leave him there, so. ✨child✨

fWhip and Pix are cave bros and love dark/ tight spaces, but Lizzie and Joel hate them

Pix does photography!!

And Joel does bouldering and climbing

As per Fish‘s post, they call each other gf/ bf/ wife/ husband even tho they don’t actually get married lol

Hermes made friends with one of the dodos in the orchard one day when Pix was watching him and now they’re besties; it’s like Disney Hercules and Pegasus

With that plus Lizzie’s zoology; fWhip’s cave creatures, and Sanctuary’s whole deal, he grows up to be a huge animal person

Anyways moving away from Hermes lmao

All of them flirt so aggressively help

MAKING FUN OF JIMMY TOGETHER

If they’re out and someone asks Lizzie if she’s there with anyone, because the four of them are hanging out together, they’ll all just laugh until the guy gets freaked out and leaves

They all get their hair dyed at least a little bit- Lizzie (obviously) goes all pink, Joel has his green stripe, and then Pix gets a navy blue one and fWhip does full teal and green until the roots grow back in orange. The idea was started because Lizzie was getting hers redone and asked if they wanted to participate (her kitten eyes were like a fucking off switch on their strength of will)

Everyone thinks Pix is the responsible one. He’s not. He’s just as crazy as the other three

Lizzie has dubbed herself mayor of all the pets in their dorm building, Joel drinks sketchy protein shakes with all normal ingredients other than a splash of water from the fountain outside the Historical Mythology building, fWhip reads hanging off the couch upside down like a fucking bat. Pix seems normal enough on the surface, but my man single-handedly discovered a new species of fruit trees in 3 variants, a thought to be extinct species, and a machine that’s been around since the beginning of time, and he considers emerald ore to be worth more than his life. He’s pretty far from ‘normal’

Pix runs the campus news channel, and his partners find it adorable and also kind of worrying when they walk into the living room at two in the morning for water to see Pix sitting on the floor, surrounded by stacks of paper and two laptops, three cups of coffee and one of tea, and him in the middle wearing sweats and one of Joel’s shirts/ no top if he couldn’t find any, scrambling to get the next weekly episode out. Once he had to record the voiceover around Hermits, and they harassed him the whole time and threw pencils when he made a bad joke

Lizzie and Pix got American driver’s licenses, but Joel insisted that ‘he was loyally British and he liked being British and unless America changed their shtewpid driving habits, he’d have the rest of them drive him around the whole time’

Dishes never get done in their household I swear to god

Uno/ board games/ video games are a fucking nightmare because they’re all scarily competitive

They like sleeping in one bed, but sometimes it’s too hot for that so there is two beds

They actually do go on trips!! It’s like a thing for birthdays and stuff that they’re taken somewhere

For example, they took Lizzie to the San Diego zoo, fWhip to the Carlsbad Caverns, Pix to the Smithsonian, and Joel to the Parthenon

When one of them is sick, they have a whole lot of simping from the rest of them

fWhip and Lizzie have morning classes, Pix and Joel have late ones (that usually means the first two are making/ getting dinner while the other two are in class)

Anyways. Them <33

#Pixlriffs #ldshadowlady #smallishbeans #fWhip #ships #shipping #esmp #trafficshipping #college au #glass spouses

[meteor752]

They deserve to go feral, as a treat

I was inspired

Someone asked who of the kids are most likely to go bad in the wake of Jimmy-boys villain arc, and 5/7 of em could very much go bad if they tried, and I gave all of them reasons as to why and how they would be evil

So here’s the evil guys

Also all of these exist in separate universes from each other, we don’t have five supervillains running amok at the same time lol

Watcher Liana

Liana has the watcher gene who most commonly in the fandom is depicted as not very nice guys, plus the hurt and betrayal of her dads would leave her impressionable to their words

Power: Clairvoyance, pupeteering, mind control, space warping

Status of the world: Hermitcraft, Empires, and the death servers have all been combined through a multitude of rifts. Hardcore rules, and some people are under her influence and out for blood

Weakness: Can be subdued if wearing the blindfold

Victims: Grian, BigB, Jimmy, Pearl, Martyn, Gertrude

Danger level: Severe

Wes of the under

Wes would be a villain who like, wouldn’t see himself as bad. Wes is a protector, and he’s also naturally anxious and fearful, so he’d do anything to protect the people he loves, even if it means hurting others.

Powers: Durability, Teleportation, Invisibility, Fire Immunity, Imp scouts

Status of the world: People avoid going underground and entering caves like the plague. The underground is a complicated tunnel system, a maze to anyone that isn’t apart of the imp hive mind. All of the kids, and some hermits and emperors, are missing

Weakness: Doesn’t kill, and will do anything to stop himself from doing so

Victims: None

Danger level: Medium, can be reasoned with

Princess Gertrude

Gertrude has also been hurt deeply, by both of her dads. She’d want control over her own life, and the best way to do that is to take ultimate control. Her dad has gone evil king twice, and she is a fairytale fanatic. What’s stopping her from going evil princess?

Power: Werewolf transformation, wolf army, influence over many powerful hermits, redstone skills

Status of the world: A dystopia with her at the top. Taxes are high, as is the threat of death. She has access to both X’s and fWhip’s admin controls, so she rules the world with her iron paw, and is quick to crush any rebellion

Weakness: Silver coated arrows

Victims: Grian, Xisuma, fWhip, Scar, Impulse, Pearl, Gem, Mumbo, Beef, Wels, Iskall, Katherine, Pixl, Joel, Liana, Wes

Danger level: Medium of alone. Very high if with her wolf army, or in her werewolf form

Jekiv the undead

Jekiv is a literal necromancer zombie without a soul, and little care for most people, with heavy daddy issues. The only thing actually keeping him from going villain is that Cleo raised him well

Powers: Full control of an undead army, dark magic, able to dismember and reattach his limbs

Status of the world: Zombie apocalypse dystopia. Zombies and Skeletons are immune to the sunlight, so they roam the overworld killing anything and all that they can. Most people have moved into isolated bunkers.

Weakness: Physically vulnerable. Able to be overpowered if you get his scythe away from him

Victims: Every other witch, including Shubble

Danger level: High

Novo, lord of ice

Novo is a Jinx. He’s already dealing with a lot of mental damage, so all it would take was something to make him snap and he’d loose it entirely, hurting people without even realizing it.

Powers: Freezing Water, freezing objects, creating Ice and Snow from nothing, giving life to snow and or ice, telekinetic manipulation of frozen water, creating an eternal winter

Status of the world: A frozen wasteland stuck in an eternal winter. Polar bears and strays roam freely, attacking on sight. People stay in underground grottos and homes, trying to preserve any warmth they can.

Weakness: Fire

Victims: Gertrude, Liana, Doc, Jevin, Xb, Cleo, Cub, Wels, Gem, Sausage, Katherine

Danger level: High, might accidentally kill you

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Minor notes: The thing that made Novo snap was accidentally Killing Gertrude, a la Elsa style. His cloak, the only thing that’s not completely frozen, was hers. Jekiv and Gertrude are villains less because of something that happened, and more of they were raised differently. Liana is because of manipulation by the watchers, and idk with Wes.

Also shout out to Jassy and Johnny, who not only avoided going bad, but also remained alive in all five realities. Gg

#double life smp #dlsmp #dlsmp fankids #double life fankids #liana no last name given #wes double sv #gertrude stats diggity dawg #jekiv inthelittlewood #novo major moon #Scarian #Desert duo #Impdubs #Homewrecker duo #RenB #Box duo #Gertrude’s reality is the worst #And I wanted to showcase that through her having a very high kill count

[rga531]

The Scar that Hurts

Summary, chapter 1/6: The Monster Princess, overlord of the Fallavin Empire, the terror of all the peoples of Tabula, was once just a girl. Not that anyone would believe that...

Word count: 1732.

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The calendar in Tabula starts at the Year Zero. Unlike Earth’s history, there was nothing before the Year Zero. It was a point that no human existed and, then, an entire civilization emerged, as if sprouting overnight.

Because it happened like that.

The humans of Tabula never understood why they were spirited away to that world. Other civilizational species had similar stories. But humans never truly coped with it. No matter how they discussed, they couldn’t blame anyone. It was a fatality. The memory of the World Before faded each millennium, no matter how well the Atlantean capital preserved its relics.

Ripped off from their home and beliefs, humans turned to mathematics to find comfort. In a world full of uncertainty, it was comforting to know that two plus two was four, that the hypothenuse of a triangle is the sum of the squares of the two other sides, that pi existed. Calculating odds was both a pastime, a science and a prayer to Chance themselves. Their natural philosophy would resemble more modern-day quantum physics because they realize they lived in a probabilistic universe – God does play dice, for they were his dices.

The Scar of the Year Zero rudely taught them that.

It was said that the chances of the Scar happening were the same as the king of Atlana phase through his throne. It was a number incomprehensibly small, but never zero.

Where once idols and shrines filled the walls of temples and home-spirits inhabited their houses, now there were engravings of mathematical formulas. To remind them that there were certain things in the world that were certain and to draw comfort from them. Even the poorest tried to learn how to read and do math, to feel themselves better. From the highest king to the lowest peasant, math acted as a soothing prayer. Instead of bent knees and clasped hands, men and women picked chalk and pens to write symbols and equations on whatever they could.

Therefore, Tojava was in a sense praying. Her mother tasked her with one request: find a way to solve the “problem of evil” – how to make people act good. It was a strange request, but her mother promised that she would be a wise heir to the throne of Fallave if she found a solution to it. The entire court approved it.

They all seemed a bit afraid when asking that. For all the time she had existed, they always had that sense of dread whenever she approached them.

It must’ve been her status. She was the princess, after all. Because she was taught from tender age to be a good person. Sage Sanxamas always made sure to her that she knew all there was to known in Tabula.

The princess of a beautiful kingdom, she was 12. She was much taller than the average kid. Many already counted her as an adult for her height only. Her blue hair was tied in a bun, but it was clear it’s been a couple of days since she last took care of it, with knots and chalk dirt on it. As she completed another row of equations, her fingers became callous; there was so much chalk in her clothes.

She gave a small, frustrated grunt when she saw the end of the wall nearby. Her red eyes squinted. Her scribbles became more and more furious, rushing to fit the equation in the remaining space.

The chalk stick in her hand broke.

She grunted again. She was almost in the end. Not wanting to waste time, black and white flames surrounded her hand and then the stick. It was restored to its original form; Tojava continued writing as if nothing happened.

Among the sages of Tabula, there was hope that someone would unveil a “social math”, that would give them instructions how to be a good person, how to find meaning in life. The poor would’ve known exactly how well they should work to live a good life. There would be no more waste and hunger. People would have kids according to each family’s necessity, so that there would be enough resources to sustain the population. They could control the uncontrollable.

They could even heal the Scar, or at least mitigate its effects.

This was Tojava’s mission: to solve the problem of evil. Then, after math taught how humans should they should live, she could convince them to act accordingly and solve this problem.

The prayer of symbols and equations will be answered.

And she was the perfect person to finish this prayer. Her math skills were unprecedent. Her knowledge in philosophy, ethics and natural sciences was astonishing for a person of her age. All her teachers had glowing reviews of her work. They even stopped peer-reviewing her calculations because they were simply too advanced for them.

It was her duty. She had no choice but to accept it. To control math was to control her powers. That’s what sage Sanxamas said. When she asked if he was sure, he replied with a sincere ‘no’. But it would help her clean her mind and becoming a good person.

It was too much work. But she could take it. Sometimes, she wished she could’ve played more. Again, friends were difficult for some reason. Thankfully Etrien managed to convince others to play with her. More kids came to play with her, but, no matter, what she always had the villain role. When she asked to be one of the good guys, the others refused, claiming it was unfair because she was too big.

It was fair, she guessed.

She thought of that when she finished her prayer. In the basement of one of the royal family’s summer residences, Tojava had all the walls under it with scribbles of equations. She already filled the first two stories above. Formulae that would look esoteric even to the greatest mathematicians of Earth – both because Tabulan humans developed a different system of symbols and because Tojava created new theorems and estimations almost each time she returned to the house – were simple drafts for her.

The residence itself was scarcely used and, when the princess requested for personal reasons, there was no point in denying her. Soon, it became known in the court as the “Math Palace”. At first, she just wanted a secluded place to think, bringing enough, expensive paper to fill a book. Then, when the paper ended and she refused to reuse it, she picked some chalk and started writing on the table. The paper and ink still came, but it always took too long, so she simply decided to just start writing on the walls. The only reason why she didn’t write in the floor was because her steps would blur the equations. In a few months, both stories had their walls filled with equations. Then, she went to the basement, where the foundations of the house were, with more walls, only needing a source of light.

She sat down on the floor, staring at the last solution of the equation.

“Zero, again…”

The symbol of the crossed dot was everywhere in the house, always the end of the long strings of equations.

She started to whimper. She could feel tears coming down from her eyes, while she stared hopelessly the zero in the wall.

“Toji, why are you still here?”

“Ah! Etrien!”

Snapping out, she looked behind and saw Etrien, holding a lantern.

“Why do you always do that?”

“What’s happening? Why are your eyes red? Don’t tell me you were crying, I…uh…don’t know what to do when women cry.”

Tojava remained silent.

“Toji, uh…why…why are you crying?”

He sounded so awkward that a small bit of her wanted to laugh. Etrien was never good at showing other emotions than being serious.

She cleared her throat. Maybe crying was a sign of weakness. Unbecoming of a future queen.

“Etrien, I have discovered a terrible thing. We are going to die.”

“Why is it a problem? We all will die.”

The Scar had hurt their perception of death as well. Since young age, humans from Tabula had to understand death, more than one could expect.

“You don’t understand, Etri. Do you remember when mother asked me to solve the problem of evil?”

“Yes, you mentioned that.”

“No matter the scenarios, the different probabilities, the most optimistic evaluations, it always ends with evil triumphing and humanity getting extinct.”

“What? This is ridiculous.”

“Yes…but if we have to consider that to destroy is easier than to create and that we have to destroy to create. If I assign values to creation and to destruction, I can put them into an equation.”

She stopped to sigh.

“I tried everything, from giving humanity infinite resources, to removing all our enemies, but it just…it’s like there is something that makes humanity march forward to extinction.”

“Toji, this is too much for me. This is something you should discuss with my brother. He likes you, you know?”

“But, Etrien, you don’t understand! There is something in humans’ desires that makes them fall. Even if they choose to be good, they cannot make this choice consistent and constant to guarantee the triumph of good in the end. What if kindness isn’t enough? Love, hope, trust. The equations say…”

“Toji, I don’t think you’re making sense. Remember what big brother said: life is short, be glad and enjoy with your close ones and yourself.”

Tojava remained silent.

“Well, of course I don’t know how to say this. We’re kids, Toji. My brother can understand you, but I…” He stopped and looked down. Tojava raised an eyebrow, Etrien seemed regretful of something. He turned up and said, with determination that seemed out of place in relation to its content, “We are royalty, we can enjoy life to its fullest.” That sounded awkward, but he continued nonetheless. "Come on, the summer banquet is about to start. They made honey cakes, my favorite!”

Tojava looked down. Maybe she needed to cool down her head after that day’s exercises. She really stretched herself because she wanted to finish before the banquet; it was her most complex model, with ten walls of equations. She was proud of it and couldn’t wait to show it the adults.

Thus, she nodded and followed Etrien to their carriage. She could think of a better model later, one that could give other solution than zero.

#original work #genre: fantasy #i'm also writing original stuff #this is a short story #explaining the origin of the antagonist of my novel #i had written last year #but i figured out i can share it