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hyunliq · 5 months

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Bokuto and Akaashi (a year or two aged up so both aren’t kids) with a bratty male reader who’s their boyfriend but is flirting shamelessly with Kuroo just o provoke them? They edge the reader and fuck him nice and rough y’know? Semi-public would be awesome too

Thank you for reading this!

Akaashi and Bokuto x bttm male reader

ღJealousyღ

FEM READERS DNI OR U WILL BE BLOCKED

warnings: some dirty talk, mention of; cock and asshole, punishment, and slight bondage (if you can even call it that-)

hope this was what you were looking for <3

Kuroo, Akaashi, Bokuto and (Name) all went on a needed vacation together, and right now they were at the beach.

Bokuto and Akaashi were seated further away under an umbrella talking when they look over and see that their lovely boyfriend (Name) was sitting on a beach chair next to Kuroo (name)'s two boyfriends best friend. Both Akaashi and Bokuto were glaring holes into (Name) as they clearing see him flirting with Kuroo they stay seated not moving from where they are as they both look at each other already coming up with a punishment for their pretty boyfriend later.

As (Name) walked into the room he shared with his boyfriends he was soon pinned to the door after it was shut by one of his boyfriends Bokuto

Bokuto had a small annoyed, but flirty look on his face as (Name) could hear most likely his other boyfriend Akaashi doing something around the corner soon popping his head out from the corner motining Bokuto to come over

Bokuto grabbed (Name)'s shoulder not too harsh, but not too soft as he pulled him along with him throwing (Name) on the bed both Akaashi and Bokuto coming closer to him with small grins

(Name)'s attention was soon just on Bokuto as he was harshly kissed by Bokuto as Akaashi takes (Name) of guard by tiying his hands to the headboard as well as Bokuto starts to pull up (Name)'s shirt soon they both move away and gaze upon their pretty boyfriend tyed to the bed with his shirt up

(Name) moaned as he quirved squirming at the touch on his cock and the feel of fingers inside his asshole

Bokuto started to pump (Name)'s cock faster his grin wideining at (Name)'s teary eyes from the edging he's been through due to the cock ring around the tip of his cock

Akaashi started to kiss (Name)'s neck being a bit more gentle as he shoved his fingers further into (Name)'s hole punching at his prostate making his boyfriend shake

"n-ngh…~ ! h-hah…~ p-please…"

(Name) panted out as he he tried to beg for his orgasam Akaashi soon speaking up

"Please what darling?"

(Name)'s face flushed as he bit his lip as he starts trembling more soon letting out a few whimpered words

".. c-cum.. nhgh..~ p-please.."

Bokuto shook his head letting out a 'tsk tsk tsk' before he spoke

"no can do sweet stuff. you know what you did to deserve this punishment right?"

Bokuto laughed along with Akaashi as (Name) frantically shook his head no his back arching as Bokuto pumped faster as well as Akaashi started to abuse (Name)'s prostate

"you were being a naughty boy and flirted with Kuroo.. you know bad boys get punished we thought you learnt your lesson from the last time you were punished"

Akaashi spoke as he used his free hand to caress (Name)'s chest and Bokuto smirked

"unless you like.. the punishments we give you?"

Bokuto laughed harder as (Name)'s face flushed redder than it already was clearing giving them both an answer

After 2 hours of mind numbing edging basically being used as a fleshlight by both of his boyfriends cum dripping out of (Name)'s asshole as his cock just twitched still hard (Name) teary eyed flushed face and still tied up

He hasn't came for over 2 hours now as his boyfriends laugh at him and fill him with cum

"p-please… l-let.. m-me.."

(Name) whined as he tried to buck his hips trying to get some friction soon Bokuto spoke up as him and Akaashi were placing their clothes back on

"Akaashi! let's go get some food!"

Bokuto and Akaashi smiled at each other as they started to walk towards the door clearing knowing what they were doing and so did (Name)

poor (Name) getting left tied to the bed without an orgasm and is now going to be left there for hours without ever getting a release.

#hyunliq posts #akaashi x reader #akaashi x male reader #bokuto x reader #bokuto x male reader #haikyuu x reader #bottom male reader #x male reader #haikyuu smut

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diaday333 · 1 month

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Hymns/prayers for the Dead

I’ve never really considered reading/ writing hymns for the dead because I guess I never “needed” them, but with the tragic events going on the world right now, multiple gen-c-des and atrocities, I’ve felt moved to write these. Like I said in my last prayer post, keep speaking up, b0yc0tting, and keep praying! You can technically apply these prayers with any dead, but I had the m@rtyrs of Su-dan, Con- go, Ethiopia, and Pale - stine (breaking them up on purpose) in mind, as well as anyone else who have lost their lives due to the terrible events going on in this world and from their oppression. Also, sorry for any spelling or grammar errors.

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We call to Hermes Kαταιβάτης (he who leads souls down to the underworld), guider of souls. Immortal guide, lover of humankind, you take special care of us when we leave this earth, and your involvement shows the Gods’ love of humankind, as there is a God with us every step of the way, even after our deaths. Gracious God, during these times we ask for your grace, and for you to take extra care of the souls that find their way past the river Styx. Everyday now, thousands of people die from acts of cruelty from oppressors emboldened by hubris. We ask you to treat these souls with added care, especially those of children, taken from life too early, while you escort them to the dread queen's home or wherever their final resting place may lie. Charm them with your wand and bless their heavy eyelids, bringing them a peaceful end for their final rest. Oh Lord, guider of mortals, grant a sacred end to those who lived the best they could.

(Greek pronunciation: Kah-teh-vah-tiis(ees))

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To the Savior of the dead and the noble queen herself, we call to you! Dread Persephone and shadowy Hades, though you may not take every soul into your wide walls, you watch over the dead nonetheless, those who wander your fields of flowers. We thank you for your mercy towards our souls, notably of the most restless ones. We ask that they can find joy in the afterlife, especially those who were robbed of it. Not only do you take in these souls, Lovely Persephone, you exact justice on their behalf, with your kindly attendants, or daughters in some ways, the Erinyes, especially during these harrowing times. All we ask is for justice and a peaceful afterlife for the many martyred people of all the atrocities going on. We thank you, Hades and fair-tressed Persephone!

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“Fear the prayers of the oppressed.” I heard that today and I thought it fit. The Gods are with us and the oppressed during these times 🤲 They hear every prayer and they are outraged as we are. Keep up every action and don’t forget about our fellow humans suffering and don’t stop fighting!! No act of oppression goes past them and they hear everything. It’s been almost a year for Su-Dan, almost 6 months, 160+ days for Pale - stine, and years for Con-go. The Gods count each day and count each person who say and do nothing. I just want add some of my favorite excerpts that get me through these hard times and reminds me that the Gods care (which we already knew, but yknow).

“The gods are not blind to men with blood upon their hands. In the end the black (kelainai) Erinyes bring to obscurity that one who has prospered in unrighteousness and wear down his fortunes by reverse.” - Aeschylus, “Agamemnon”

“Hear, Tisiphone, Allekte, noble Megaira, revered goddesses whose Bacchic cries resound. Nocturnal and clandestine, you live deep down in the dank cave by the sacred water of the Styx. Men's unholy designs do incur your anger; rabid and arrogant, you howl over Necessity's dictates, clothed in animal skins, you cause the deep pains of retribution.” - (First part of) Orphic hymn 69

“Hear me and be gracious, 0 renowned Eumenides, O pure daughters of the great Chthonic Zeus and of lovely Persephone, fair-tressed maiden. Over the lives of impious mortals you keep a careful eye, in charge of Necessity, you punish the unjust.”

(First part of) Orphic hymn 70

“For whoever knows the right and is ready to speak it, far-seeing Zeus gives him prosperity…” - Hesiod “Work and days”

“You princes, mark well this punishment you also; for the deathless gods are near among men and mark all those who oppress their fellows with crooked judgements, and reck not the anger of the gods. For upon the bounteous earth Zeus has thrice ten thousand spirits, watchers of mortal men, and these keep watch on judgements and deeds of wrong as they roam, clothed in mist, all over the earth. And there is virgin Justice, the daughter of Zeus, who is honoured and reverenced among the gods who dwell on Olympus, and whenever anyone hurts her with lying slander, she sits beside her father, Zeus the son of Cronos, and tells him of men's wicked heart, until the people pay for the mad folly of their princes who, evilly minded, pervert judgement and give sentence crookedly.” - Hesiod “Works and Days”

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respectthepetty · 7 months

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One ray has faced consequences multiple times while Boston hasn’t and neither will mew! what new did but he didn’t force him he’s doing it to get back at top without realizing he’s hurting mew I’m sorry but Ray deserves an apology because mew knows how Ray feels and he’s using that for his own gain to get back at top I don’t get why this fandom is so hard on him but it’s frustrating because how sm I the only one seeing Ray how am I the only one seeing how damaged how broken he is. ? He’s not perfect but for me he has enough room to become better also I wish the fandom will stop blaming everything on Ray sand wasn’t forced to stay he chooses to keep coming back

Also thank u for seeing him like how I do thank u for seeing he’s just a imperfect human he can change he can fix himself he just needs to believe in himself , love himself

Anon, before I roll all the way back to the beginning, I'm going to turn on Bebe Rexha's "Last Hurrah" to help me organize my thoughts because . . .

Boston has faced consequences.

He sexually assaulted Top and recorded his friends making out, yet he was unknowingly filmed AND recorded having sex, got kicked into a pool, his friends aren't speaking to him, Mew threatened to show his non-consensual pornography to his father, and now a straight guy is about to use him for experimentation after breaking up with his girlfriend.

About Mew, who I HATE as much as Cheum, you're right, he is the one who suggested the party and asked about the drugs. Mew is hellbent on fucking up his life and is using Ray just like he used Top to try on a different version of himself like a paper doll trying on different paper dresses which all lack depth.

And Ray knows this.

He was standing right next to Mew when he said this, yet . . .

Then, he waltzed over to Sand to demand sex.

And much like you, Anon, I'm pissed Sand keeps coming back

Just like I'm pissed Top came back

And Nick

But everyone has been getting their ass handed to them on my dash. I have not seen one character painted as the "good one" because all of them really fucking suck. All. Of. Them. (But Mew and Cheum took the cake for me this episode for reasons like this)

Anon, all these kids are hurting and putting that pain onto each other in various ways, but the only reason I love Ray is because I can understand him. I don't understand these other characters and the reasons they keep fucking up, but I get my fellow Slut for Christ.

He is trying to find an escape from his life. Partying, alcohol, drugs, Mew, Sand, anything and everything that can provide any sense of relief.

Because really he is trying to escape himself, which is easier to do if he is so blitzed that he can't even remember his name or the reason he hates himself. He can't feel bad if he doesn't feel anything at all.

*turns up Bebe Rexha's "Last Hurrah"*

I know I've said it all before But it won't hurt to do it all once more This is my last hurrah, once I start I ain't gonna stop 'tiI I go too far Last hurrah and it's okay Maybe tomorrow I won't feel this pain Maybe I'll never change But I'm still glad I came Try again another day But for now, this is my last hurrah

#only friends #ray is my number one #I understand him #he is trying to escape himself #but everyone is getting mud on their faces #because no one is safe from themselves #or the audience

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anarcho-smarmyism · 9 months

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"The Pharoah whom Tiy had followed into battle, who had prompted this mixture of gendered pronouns, was Hatshepsut. Hatshepsut was the child of Pharoah Thothmes I. When Thothmes I died, he was succeeded by his son, Thothmes II; Hatshepsut, Thothmes II's half-sibling, ruled as queen. When Thothmes II died, his son with Hatshepsut, Thothmes III, was still a child and so for around seven years, Hatshepsut ruled as queen regent -but they wanted more. In a dramatic coup, Hatshepsut seized power, and had themself crowned Pharoah.

The office of Pharoah was a divine one -the Pharoah was a god on earth- and so Hatshepsut's route to power took the form of a new religious mythology. The king of the gods, Amun, had declared Hatshepsut his male heir. 'He, greatest of all the gods, speaks to me,' Hatshepsut declared, 'as a father to his son!' Having been declared not only male, but divine, Hatshepsut adopted the male dress of the Pharoah, including the ceremonial golden beard. They also adopted a mixture of gendered ceremonial names, including male-coded names ('Son of the Sun'), female-coded names ('Lady of Both Lands', meaning Upper and Lower Egypt) and names that could be described as non-binary, in that they were grammatically female forms of male titles. Statues and visual depictions, too, combined gendered representations. Statues produced early in Hatshepsut's reign as Pharoah are particularly disruptive of the gender binary: one, for example, depicts them with breasts but wearing masculine dress, while another shows them with male-coded sex characteristics but describes them as 'daughter' of the god Re. In these combinations of gendered characteristics, Hatshepsut arguably drew on the conventions surrounding particular Egyptian deities, who were also depicted in ways that disrupted binary understandings of gender. As their reign progressed, though, they moved towards more strictly male depictions of themself. Their funeral temple, Djeser-Djeseru (also known as Zoser-Zosru), was lined with statues of Hatshepsut as a sphinx -an exclusively male creature in ancient Egyptian tradition- while at Karnak, an enormous 28-meter obelisk depicted Hatshepsut with their ceremonial beard and male-coded crown, with a caption describing them as king. Their skin was depicted as red, the convention for depicting men in ancient Egyptian art, rather than the pale yellow conventional for women.

Visual depictions of Hatshepsut as a child and teenager also show them wearing masculine clothing, and engaging in pastimes such as hunting that were associated with boys rather than girls. Stone inscriptions produced during Hatshepsut's reign claimed that their father (the Pharoah Thothmes I) had performed a religious ceremony to denote Hatshepsut his heir, crowning them not as Princess but as Prince. Horuc, the falcon-headed god of kingship, was depicted referring to Hatshepsut as king, with he/him pronouns. Yet the extent to which Hatshepsut was genuinely understood as male before they took the office of Pharoah is unknown. . . Grafitti like Tiy's, and other written records, indicate that their gender was understood partly as male, and partly as both male and female. Depictions of Hatshepsut as a boy produced during their reign would sometimes be accompanied by feminine grammar. . .Their close servant Sennemut called them both 'King' and 'Mistress'. Their father, Thothmes I, referred during his lifetime to 'the majesty of Him my daughter'.

Why did Hatshepsut go to such lengths to present themself as a man, with a male origin story -and why did their subjects understand their gender this way too? The answer was not simply that Hatshepsut was 'pretending' to be a man in order to seize the throne: there is little doubt that their subjects knew they were assigned female at birth. Nor was it that women were considered unfit to lead, as Hatshepsut's term as queen regent -and several other queen mothers or regents who had ruled before them- makes clear. It was that their gender was inseparable from their social role: to be Pharoah, in ancient Egyptian culture, was to be male. . .

. . . Hatshepsut was not the first AFAB pharaoh; 300 years earlier, the Pharaoh Sobekneferu had ruled as part of the Twelfth Dynasty. But no records exist of Sobekneferu depicted with a beard, and very few of them wearing male dress."

-Before We Were Trans: A New History of Gender by Kit Heyam

#kemetic #trans #transgender #lgbt #trans history #before we were trans #education multiplies power

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maulikaliku · 1 year

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Introducing Herman the DKA D52! He's very precious to me :')

D52, or PNKA D52 Class is a tender engine 2-8-2 built by KRUPP in 1951. D52 is officially the first locomotives Indonesia brought after indenpendence.

After arrived, D52 are immediately sent to any depot that needs new engine. Herman sent to Banjar, West Java.

Herman was a prideful engine. He's always relaxed, but surprisingly still get their work done.???? He can speaks Sundanese and Indonesian. I think he knows some Javanese words?

In 1953, He gets into an accident by DI/TII, a rebel party. The rails that Herman will go through got sabotaged, making him and a coach behind him derailed to the right side. Drawing him a scar.

His scar gets bigger in 1955. He fell really hard from Cirahong bridge.

In 1987, he was put in Banjar shed, waiting for the museum to take him and a C11. Sadly C1149 doesnt make it.

In 2016, Herman and D1410 are taken from museum. They went to PWS for restoration. D1410 gets it first and now pulling Jaladara train, leaving D52099.

Some funfacts idk:

• D52 has the hottest steam pressure, even hotter than the biggest mallet here, DD52. Because of that, D52 are vulnerable to explode. There is a case of D52084's boiler explodes.

• Instead of having typical German hooters, D52 use 5 chime whistle, its like American's or Japan's..??

• Herman's actual number is D52080. There was no reason yet why they changed it ??

• Despite 100 built, only 1 preserved (Im also mad. How the fuck.)

• The last position he had at TMII is very uncomfortable. Some of his wheels were almost broke.

#ttte #ttte oc #thomas the tank engine #i love him sm #herman (oc)#i also love d52 in general #you can see him at purwosari station #covered with blue tarp #maulidsart

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jetiisyandereclones · 2 years

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I LOVE your Yandere clone family au, but is it wrong that I feel Hunter wants out of the situation as much as the darlings that haven’t given up trying to escape?

Ok, this could be interesting. I personally see him staying as a yandere, but that's just me.

So, alternately. Hunter sees whats going down.

His brothers are rounding up the jedi, throwing them in isolation cells, and gods forbid, they are collaring and chipping them?!

He just got back to tipoca, his brothers and omega behind him. They go through tipoca and hes horrified. Clones dragging drugged jedi masters around and toting younglings through the halls like they were prize pets

What. The. Hell.

He sees arc trooper fives trying to gently maneuver the 7 foot general shaak tii into am isolation cell. Echo suddenly runs up to him, hunter thinks hes going to demand what they are doing, why are the jedi being imprisoned.

Instead he helps fives. Takes the generals other arm, enquiring as to her health, is she alright, did she hurt herself.

Hunter was alarmed. None of the batch were seeing any issues here. The best generals in the gar were here, all in various states of consciousness.

Hunter turned to his vode, about to ask if they were seeing the same thing he was when crosshair spoke up.

"They got them all back. Good. I was worried there would be casualties."

Wrecker and tech agreed. Little omega didnt know any better and went along with it.

"There were a few escapees but they are being rounded up as we speak."

Tech spoke up, nise buried in his data pad.

"Your beloved has been rounded up, but the alpha squad has already put a claim on both her and her partner"

Crosshair looked sick at this.

'Good, at least he sees this madness...'

"No. She was supposed to come to me. She chose me. She saved ME, not them"

"I'm sorry crosshair. Unless you arrange something with them, your love is out of your reach"

Crosshair snarled an stalked off, leaving hunter confused.

"Tech, what's happening?"

"The end of the war, and the retrieval of the jedi"

It was rex, and in his arms, ashoka tano.

"What are you talking about., retrieval? And is that a peice of the jedi temple?" Hunter pointed out as two tech clones walked by with a wall mural.

"Fox killed palpatine. His ad'ika discovered he was a sith lord and tried to confront him. She almost died, but fox stopped him."

At this the togrutan in rex's arms shifted, frowning in what hunter could only assume was a drugged sleep.

Rex tenderly soothed the frown line out of the togrutan's face.

"I know it's hard to see them like this hunter, but it's for the best. The world was going to abandon them like they did us. We couldnt let that happen. They'll come to terms with it. The young ones are already settling in. Look" he turned to see a young twi'lek and human youngling running around, playing with a tooka under the watchful and fond gaze of a group of shinies.

Hunter felt sick

"Are you okay?" Rex asked concerened

'No' hunter thought.

"Uhh, yeah. Yeah I'm fine, just tired I guess"

He hoped to god this was a mightmare.

Rex smiled understandingly.

"I know this seems strange, you never had a jedi padawan or general to call your own, but I promise, they grow on you. Become family"

He looked at ashoka again as she squirmed I his arms.

"They all will"

All hunter could see were cuffs and cells, and madmen.

'I'll help you', he thought as rex put ashoka gently down In a holding cell.

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It's been 3 months and more jedi come and go out of the cell than he can stand. They always come out looking so broken. Vulnerable and scared. Clinging to their "family" as they are half carried to a room to bond with the clones.

It made him sick.

He was the only one on kamino who thought this way. The only clone that is. Plenty of jedi want off badly. Some made it but were dragged back.

The final straw was when hunter saw vera, a jedi who saved crosshair from drowning when he was just a kid, dragged off into isolation by crosshair and the alpha clones for trying to escape with her love.

He was gonna help them. If he could only get a handful off then he would do it.

He couldnt stay anymore in this sick twisted paradise.

#yandere clones #yandere bad batch #yandere rex #hunter isnt yandere in this take #yandere clone family au

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lara-transilvania · 1 year

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I'm just ranting, ignore me

Speaking of Spotify being annoying for people who don't have premium, why does it mix albums?

I'm trying to listen to folklore cause I'm feeling sad. Why the fuck did it play illicit affairs followed by Girl At Home, 22 and Fearless???? Why even have albums at that point?

One moment I'm listening to Evanescence and the next it's some unknown band or Panic at the fucking disco. Brendonu mă-tii.

#lara's stuff #this is why I no longer use Spotify on the phone and only on the laptop #and this is why I use it 1000 hours max per year and get such messed up statistics #youtube isn't any better it gets worse every time I use it #I hate ads I hate apps I hate 2022 I hate everything

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thorsthot · 2 years

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im never on here anymore but SAM RAIMI IS BACK BABY !!! HORROR IN THE MCU THIS IS ALL I WANTED WOOO

#tiy speaks #okay back 2 my cave — mayhaps i’ll be bacc l8r #dr strange spoilers #idk if i should tag that

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envycyah · 1 year

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Coming out everywhere February 3rd for black history month and to share some real tii check out my new single scandalous the art work speaks for it’s self #sacramentorapper #independentartist #sacramentoartist #makemefamous #makeviral #explorepage #newmusicfriday #spotifywrapped #applemusic #streamingplatforms #localartist #blacklivesmatter #blackgirlmagic #blackgirlsrock (at Sacramento, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnkY4VMPKxG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#sacramentorapper #independentartist #sacramentoartist #makemefamous #makeviral #explorepage #newmusicfriday #spotifywrapped #applemusic #streamingplatforms #localartist #blacklivesmatter #blackgirlmagic #blackgirlsrock

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tangleweave · 2 years

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Foresight

Fictober 2022 - [ Prompt 6 ]

{ Fanfiction: Star Wars }

TW: violence, trauma

Fane Ciudat had spent some time entertaining the notion that upon the conclusion of the Clone Wars, he would eventually be able to return to his homeworld and assume a position of perhaps some honor, dignity, and nobility amongst the healers. He’d believed the fighting would eventually come to an end, one way or another, and that some semblance of peace would begin settling across the galaxy… at which time, he could finally carve out a niche for himself that would speak to both his talents and his calling.

But the shooting hadn’t stopped, or even so much as slowed, when he’d felt the agony of the Jedi sweeping across the galaxy.

He’d been stationed on a hospital colony on Cadrinda when that roiling, burning sensation had invaded his chest and stomach. Interrupted the flow of the Force through his hands and into the young soldier, barely out of his formative years and yet grasping a blaster carbine like a lifeline, when he should have been clutching the gaping wound pouring purple blood from his chest. Fane had knelt down beside the boy and directed the flow of the Force between himself and the too-young soldier… feeling his own warmth crawling from his fingers into the nameless soldier’s flesh, stitching together the ragged and burnt edges of the wound that had nearly pierced him to his heart.

All around him were others whose fates had been similarly threatened by the fighting. Not Republic clone troopers… just men and women, and more than a few boys and girls, who had answered the call to defend their homes. And the Republic had failed them by permitting war.

He would not fail them by permitting death.

And yet—

The pain. The sheer agony. Washing over him like a wave of red-hot razor blades. Piercing, slicing, ripping, burning, suffocating. He’d barely had time to withdraw his hands from the boy before falling backwards and landing prone where he’d knelt, golden eyes wide as saucers and staring at the ceiling while seeing nothing but stars and blaster fire.

And then another wave.

And another.

A riptide of them, dragging him out into an ocean of excruciation. Crushing inward, carving out his innards and laying him open for any and all to see…

Fane sat bolt upright on the forest floor, chest heaving and throat rattling with a pained gasp. Slender blue fingers curled about a metal cylinder by his side as a reflex, and it was only by the feel of the device that he felt more anchored in reality… much to his shame.

He released the breath he didn’t know he was holding and lifted his free hand to press against his forehead. He could all but swear his brain was throbbing; he felt as though he had consumed every drop of knockoff Gemone whiskey in that seedy bar back on Thugantu. And by now, he knew that sensation far too well.

They’d been looking again.

“Really wish you wouldn’t do that,” he mumbled. “I told you I’d share if you wanted me to.”

He turned his gaze to his right, where a diminutive bipedal arthropod was hovering a full meter off the ground. Six antennulae wavered through the air in front of its face, prodding inquisitively towards Fane. The Aing-Tii possessed no vocal cords, but its intent was clear through the flow of the Force. If you shared freely of yourself, we would know only what you choose to give… which is not nearly all of you. It prodded a talon in his direction. We must know all of you.

“And exactly how long are you planning to spend getting to know me before deciding if I’m worthy?” Fane returned, less an inquiry and more a complaint. “By now, you’ve picked through every point of my life… not just the ones that led me here, but from birth onward. What more could you possibly need to see?”

To understand the rainbow is to perceive its every shade. So it is with the Force. So it is with existence. Your life has many shades, Fane Ciudat. And while there is much to admire in your choice to walk away rather than support a dream of conquest, we understand now that your motivation was grounded as much in self-righteousness as the ideals you proclaimed. You were convinced of your moral superiority… and your solution was to abandon your compatriots to despair, darkness, and death.

“You’re saying I should have tried to save them?” Fane scoffed. “I was a little bit busy saving myself. You’ve seen that much, too. What good would I have been to anyone dead?”

There still remain those who cling to their lives… if you have the courage to perceive them. And the heart to save them.

He narrowed his eyes at his companion. “You’re calling me a coward.”

Only if you cower.

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The Stalag Towers of Mulmarilia were as beautiful as they were majestic. Painstakingly unearthed and fortified across a millennium, they were considered at once a natural and artificial wonder without equal in the Outer Rim Territories. Comprised first of natural stone and then reinforced with modern construction materials, they reached into the skies with all the boldness of any and every residential district on Coruscant… fingers of mineral and metal, grasping for the great beyond.

And they were an ideal home for the Krykna.

The vigilante had become a local legend in recent months. Clad head-to-toe in black, it was impossible to even tell what species he was, never mind his gender – it was merely assumed the Krykna was a “he” by default, as his was the domain of thrill-seeking, fisticuffs, and fleeing authorities. He was, at the very least, a bipedal humanoid, and if his goggles-laden cowl was anything to take hints from, he had two eyes.

He also seemed to have a curious knack for knowing where and when civilians were endangered by local ruffians looking to take what wasn’t theirs. And a peculiar boldness for challenging said ruffians without a single word uttered… just fists, feet, and a pair of pistols. Much to the curiosity of the locals, he’d yet to kill or even seriously injure a single one of his targets.

Or so went the legend.

Fane had spent the better part of two weeks examining the pulls, flows, and eddies of the Force, staring into the mysterious energies that surrounded all life and entwined it with all else, before finally seizing upon the tenuous thread that existed here. Something both exotic and yet familiar… like the scent of a flower from a mountain summit on Danuta, or the flavor of Xolnurn brandy.

Someone he’d met. Someone he knew, even if he wasn’t quite sure how.

And so he had waited for night to come. Worn a purple cloak with gold trim as he wandered aimlessly through ground alleys, side passages, and across wide bridges that bore no other pedestrians… sauntering in all the places locals warned him not to go. He had naught to fear, but the people he was looking for didn’t need to know that.

It was only a matter of time before he found himself surrounded by a group of five strangers, each and every one bearing a vibrodagger and demeanors that were smug, if perhaps a bit hurried. The leader, a greasy-haired Anzati, approached Fane with a certain air of confidence… though he could immediately tell it was tempered by a particular sense of urgency.

“We’ll be glad to take that cape and any credits you’ve got.”

Fane kept one hand clasped around his other wrist in front of him, and he offered the Anzati a smirk in return. “As I understand it, you’ll be glad to walk away from this right now without the Krykna dropping in.”

“Wouldn’t count on him,” the Anzati replied, inching closer. “He can’t be everywhere at once.”

A twitch at the base of his spine. Climbing to the back of his neck, sending his hackles up. That was a more familiar sensation… and Fane’s entire affect radiated curiosity. They were being watched right now, that much was certain. And the former Jedi wanted to see how this was going to go. He offered a shrug to the would-be mugger. “Guess we’ll just have to find out, then.”

The Anzati pursed his lips together and advanced forward more quickly. But as he began to advance with a rapid clip to his step, it was clear he wasn’t the least bit aware of the cable which launched across the expanse of the bridge in the span of an instant – a cable which caught the toe of his boot underneath it, causing him to trip and fall forward.

An instant later, a dark shape vaulted overhead, and a mass launched down to splay out across the Anzati’s back – a stunner net, complete with burrowing spikes to dig into the surface of the bridge and trap its target in place. A singular neon-blue stun charge coursed through the wires of the net, forcing a cry of gibberish from the attacker’s mouth before he lay still.

And all before the figure even landed on the bridge.

He was as Fane had heard – a narrow-limbed biped, clad fully in black, save for a stylized, spindly white spider design splashed across the back of his coat. He bore a pistol in each hand, and without so much as uttering a single word, he took aim with each and pulled the triggers.

What lanced out from them was not red-orange blaster fire, nor even the coruscating blue of stun shots… but instead twin sprays of liquid cable which immediately enveloped each target – a Rodian and a Sullustan, both of whom let out surprised cries as they fell backwards, arms abruptly bound uselessly to their chests and in no way able to brace their falls.

The remaining two muggers, both human, looked at each other for a quick moment before racing forward in a desperate attempt to close ranks before the Krykna could fire again. But this, too, was for naught – a quick lateral slash from the first thug earned an almost artful response with a dodge that arched the Krykna’s back almost to such a degree that he could suddenly reach the ground if only he raised his arms over his head. But in the same instant, he straightened back up and brought the twin barrels of his pistols to bear against the thug’s ears. The human staggered backward, only to have the Krykna drive his foot fully into his chest and hurl him to the ground.

The other human attempted to drive forward in a stabbing motion, but the Krykna sidestepped, allowing the attacker to lose balance to his own momentum. Almost faster than the eye could even see, the vigilante stowed one pistol in a leg holster, then used the suddenly freed hand to deflect a series of stabs directed at him – until finally he caught the human’s wrist fully and twisted it until the thug let out a yelp of pain and dropped his weapon. The vibrodagger clattered to the ground, where it continued to whine fruitlessly.

The Krykna’s hand shot out and roughly grabbed hold of the crook’s tunic, first pulling him close and then tugging him down as the vigilante dropped into a low crouch – and abruptly, they both launched high into the air, the Krykna seeming to drag his quarry up with him in total defiance of gravity.

And then, the black-clad biped released the human’s shirt, permitting him to freefall back to the bridge. Only at the last instant did the human seem to realize what was happening, and he let out another yelp that was just as quickly silenced by his impact… fully and evenly across his back.

It had all gone down in a matter of moments.

The Krykna turned to direct a silent stare at Fane, whose stance had not changed the entire time. The Pandoran’s cerulean visage was twisted into an amused smirk. “And to think,” he said, “you’ve done all this and more without a lightsaber.” He gave a nod of approval. “You’re a force to be reckoned with.”

The Krykna said nothing in reply as he stowed his remaining pistol. The silence between them swelled for several moments… and then he tossed his head to one side in silent beckon to follow as he turned and began to stride towards the far end of the bridge.

Fane accepted the unspoken invitation and soon fell into step beside the vigilante. There was no oncoming foot traffic; no one to behold their passage. He allowed the quiet to reign between them until it was a certainty that no ears would hear them, and then he drew breath between parted lips, ready to ask questions.

But it was the Krykna who spoke first.

“You were the one who said you don’t need a lightsaber to make a difference, Master Fane.”

Fane’s brow wrinkled. He knew that voice. Male, quiet, reserved to the point of shy. And applying it to a figure of these proportions – narrow, average human height – the tumblers clicked into place in his mind. “Pe-Tyr.”

The Krykna gave the barest nod of his head. “I knew you were coming. Wish you hadn’t. They’re looking for you, and your face stands out.”

Fane’s frown deepened. “I have a ship waiting…”

“It’s already been rigged. Come with me. I can get you off-world.”

Fane blinked. “You… made arrangements to save me? I came here to save you.”

“They don’t want a washed-out youngling, they want a Jedi Master, or as close to one as they can get. I’m not gonna be responsible for your capture, that’s why I made these plans once the Force showed me you were coming.”

The Pandoran healer let out a breath. “Clearly your foresight is stronger than I believed. Maybe I should have…”

“If you had, maybe I’d be dead. We’ll never know, and I don’t want to.” The Krykna glanced over his shoulder at Fane. “I haven’t seen where you’re going and I don’t want to know that, either. But if you trust me to get you out of here, we’ll meet up again eventually.”

“You’re not coming with me?”

“I’ve been building a life here fine without you, Master, but now that you’ve come, it’s all up in the air. I can see some of it but not all of it. I’ll figure it out as I go.”

Fane’s eyebrows bobbed up his forehead. This was clearly not the Pe-Tyr he’d known back at the Jedi Temple… the timid child who had clung to Keni, the shy youngling that had tinkered with every machine he could find, the embittered adolescent who had wept when told he would not be apprenticed, despite all counsel to set grief aside. This was an entirely new Pe-Tyr. Brilliant, confident, skilled, determined.... but above all?

“Adaptable, I like that.”

~*~

#fictober22 #fictober 2022 #star wars #drabble #fanfiction #muse: strange (sw au)#muse: spidey (sw au)#trauma tw #violence tw

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skerrinhotboi29 · 2 years

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A Bitter Morning Wave

Pt. 1:

It had been more than a long morning. Anders Sodomer, the owners son had taken over just a month ago, and clearly lacked his mother’s knack at both management and customer service.

Skerrin couldn’t believe it was still afloat. He thought himself a practical man, yet putting up with Anders shortened his temper, especially this dreary morning.

This morning’s disaster surely would be Skerrin’s last. He swore it. The last straw that Ned, his bumbling coworker, could bother to show up on time to at least clean up the morning rush dishes. He hadn’t bothered to walk in just yet. After leaving a fairly confusing message about his new improv class, at a rather early for him five-fifteen am, no word since.

“Typical” Skerrin scoffed under his breath as the line at the counter grew. Anders sat just out of site of customers, frantically texting.

“Would you at least take an order or two?” He snipped and Anders jumped.

“Ah, I didn’t even notice the line.” He nervously twitted.

“Damn sure you didn’t.”

He seemed to enjoy the attention he got when running the register after the first few.

But the morning droned on, and finally everything slowed to a reasonable lull.

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“…and then mummsy had to take an extended business trip to Europe, and left the coffee shop to me.” The story had been told at least five times in the past half-hour. Skerrin could not stand to hear it again.

He stepped away from the counter, suddenly craving the quiet of the back patio.

“I’m taking a break.” Skerrin chucked his apron into the office chair, Anders jumping at the sound.

“Oh, of course,” he stuttered, “just don’t take too long…”

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The rain still drizzled, drowning out Skerrin’s droning thoughts, along with a drag on his cigarette.

“Um- hello?”

A feminine voice scared him out of his relaxed thoughts.

“Awh- don’t mind him. It’s just Skerrin. He’s the barista.” Ned.

Ned was skipping up like he wasn’t three and a half hours late to his shift. There was quite a sizable, strange group behind him.

A rather soggy aracrokra man. A goliath and a half-elf woman snickering over a phone held in their hands. A man with a little too warmly dressed, turtleneck failing to hide his yuan-tii scales and strange eyes too tired to be bothered. And a young half-elf woman who looked better suited for a dusty library at a university.

“I-“ Ned’s eye sparkled, addressing Skerrin with childlike glee. “-solved our staffing problem. Several of my improv friends need some extra cash.”

Clearly, these poor souls had no idea what Ned had convinced them into.

Skerrin took another long drag.

Ned’s mouth opened as of to explain before Skerrin cut him off.

“I don’t want to know. Names.” He gestures to the group.

“Me? I’m Phoebe, and this is Taii’chnii.” The half-elf looked up from her phone.

“I’m Jak.” The arakokra squawked, shaking off a bit of rain under the canopy.

“Krybdis.” The yuan-tii nearly hissed.

“L-Laenia.” The small half-elf stuttered.

“What can you do?”

“We can wait tables.” The goliath nodded, the bubbly half-elf following suit.

“I can like, um, help at the till?” Jak, a little confused, nodded to himself.

“I’m good with accounting and running an office.” Laenia said, surprisingly gaining more of a voice.

“And you?” Skerrin looked up at the intimidating snake-man.

“I can be a barista.” Krybdis seemed rather relieved to speak aloud.

Skerrin looked over them with a critical eye. They did need staff, desperately.

“Anders is inside. He makes the decisions.”

Ned ushered them inside.

“Thanks for covering for me!” He called back as the last of them walked inside.

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“We’ll, what do you think of them all?” Anders anxiously danced on the office seat.

“It’s your store.” Skerrin sighed loudly.

“They do seem like an unlikely group. But they’ve done good on their trial run today.” The coffee shop hadn’t yet gone up in flames.

Anders put on his best puppy dog eyes.

“And it really does matter what you think, Skerrin.” Anders bat his eyelashes.

“This is a sorry group indeed. Worse than the last one Ned wrangled up.” He seemed to take it as a yes.

“Oh, I think they’ll do just fine.” Anders beamed. And Skerrin just couldn’t say no to that face.

#skerrinsquad #coffee shop au #what if we met #in a coffee shop #instead of a tavern #skerrin content for the soul

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bbarican · 1 year

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november 22, 2022; 8:17 pm - life updates

hi tumblr! its been a minute; tinamad talaga ako today pero it wasnt a totally unproductive day either and before i do end up working properly ulit, i just want to talk about everything thats on my mind lately para lang talaga i dont keep carrying all of my thoughts around especially since i have alot to work on for the rest of the year:

first of all, how is it almost december? parang kahapon lang, kinakabahan ako mag take ng board exam tapos ngayon ang dami ko nang inaasikaso sa work

im really excited for december kasi you all know by now na im super duper festive but then again i really wanna get work out of my way muna talaga kaya im pushing myself to finish everything asap para by the official holiday season, all im thinking about is my family

yesterday, first time ko mag mrt pauwi (kind of) kasi my brother has f2f classes the whole week so instead of me having to be picked up from alabang pa or pasig, eh di nag mrt ako going to taft kasi nga mas malapit sa brother ko and para isang byahe nalang for our driver!

on thursday though, ang goal ko is sa vito cruz bumaba talaga kasi yun talaga yung tapat na station ng benilde para hindi na mapapadpad yung driver namin sa edsa

something exciting is in store for us at work that might happen this thursday and friday pero need lang talaga namin kulitin boss namin kasi siya lang may alam ng details; fingers crossed na matuloy talaga kasi its such an exciting thing

first time ko ulit mag bungalow in a really long time and na realize ko na its now turned into the cafe na mas maaappreciate mo talaga if you only go there around 1-2 a month; dati kasi talagang umaabot na i go there 3-4 times a month so maybe thats why it ended up being so boring for me for a bit

i really wanna wake up early tomorrow and just have the most productive day

i also do not have a choice kasi some of the things i need towork on are due on thursday so i want to atleast have my boss check it and approve it tomorrow palang

i also want to drink a shit ton of green tea kasi my period is always making me feel so bloated; atleast delight always helps, ive been in and out of the bathroom today for so many times and its a good thing actually kasi i feel like its been a minute since ive let go of all this waste

speaking of period - ang weird kasi yung agwat ng period ko is only 2 weeks so ibig sabihin i got my period 2 this month already so yeah i think thats a sign to go back to my obgyn and just get checked again for my pcos kasi first time lang nangyari yun

other than that, i think im gonna start on some work tonight but if not, ill just spend the rest of the night watching tiktoks and then tomorrow gigising nalang talaga ako ng maaga to work on everything and to also clean and organize my room and things

i hope you guys are doing okay! super duper konting tiis nalang, christmas break na! im so so so excited for my well-deserved break

#bbarican #prsnl #personal #thoughts #writings #life #love #career #family #update #updates #dump #recently

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