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theyhavetakenovermylife · 4 months

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Chronicle of Emotions (Fluff)

FastForward!Raphael x reader

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A/N: This would very much create a paradox in space and time, but fuck it. Let have some fun!❤️ Also, I know that BTTS aired in 2008, but April mentions that they have been gone for around a year, so I’ve set their return to their own timeline in 2007.

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Being punished with cleaning off Cody’s collection after an incident with Mikey, Raphael stumbles upon your diary from the past.

Warnings: Other than invasion of privacy, one that I can think of❤️

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Raphael grumbled and cursed to himself as he dusted off the boxes around him, mumbling about how much he hated the future. He couldn’t believe he was the one that had to take the fall for this! It was Mikey that started it! Continuously poking that Helix game into his face, until Raph finally jumped on him to give him a beating. But Master Splinter wasn't having it, especially not in Cody’s penthouse. So Raph was the one that got punished with cleaning Cody’s collection.

Raphael wandered through Cody's collection of artifacts, recognizing quite a few of them. A samurai suit, some utrom technology and things from their lair. Some of them were more dusty than others, like the many books that once stood in Leonardo’s bedroom. Understandable. He didn’t even read them now in the future. But as he browsed through the items and boxes, one particular object caught his attention - a small, worn notebook. Raph frowned. He had never seen this before. Was it one of Donnie’s notebooks? Or one of his future ones? Raph did not know, so he opened it and looked at the first page.

Property of (Y/N) (L/N).

Raphael's heart skipped a beat. (Y/N). The name resonated with a sense of familiarity and warmth. You. One of his best friends left back home in 2006. Officially his best friend, yet he had dreamed of you to be so much more to him. He admitted it to himself long ago - he loved you. And to be standing there, 99 years in the future with your diary in his hand, he could not help but feel a slight pain in his heart. He missed you.

But to say that Raphael didn’t find himself curious about what the diary in his hand held, would be a lie. So with a mix of curiosity and trepidation, Raphael delved into the diary, turning to the first page.

19th of July, 2003. Dear diary You wouldn’t believe what just happened to me today. I’ve met four turtles! Four MUTANT turtles! Talking, walking on two feet, carrying weapons and doing ninja things! And get this, they are my age! How sick is that?! I know, I know, it’s hard to believe. Even I feared I had lost my mind for a moment, but they are as real as the page I’m writing on. And they are nice. They are sweet and funny and I hope I can see them again soon!

Raph felt a smile spread on his lips, remembering the day he and his brothers first met you. It had been a Friday night when you came to surprise your cousin April, not knowing she already had four mutant turtles and their rat father staying in her living room, using it as a hideout for a short time. Raph and his brothers would have stayed hidden away from you in April’s closet, had a bug not been crawling on Raph’s arm, causing him to burst through the door and directly into your face.

Raph felt his face get hot when he remembered that you actually caught the bug, and managed to calm him down, even though you were still shocked by the sudden surprise of a humanoid turtle in your cousin’s home. And that had been the starting point for Raphael’s growing feelings for you.

Raph flipped through the pages, skimming at the words, feeling curiosity growing. There were entries about battles fought and victories celebrated, about friendships forged and broken. Names he knew and names he had never heard of before. Someone from school or work mentioned once, just to never be mentioned again. Raphael's eyes widened as he read about your reflections on their encounters, realizing that his presence had left an impact on you just as you had on him. Raphael's cheeks warmed, and he couldn't deny the fluttering in his chest. You were not just a friend; you were someone he had held close in his heart, even if it was a secret he had kept buried beneath his tough skin. And even though it was wrong of him to be reading the words of your thoughts, he just couldn’t help himself.

In the quiet solitude of Cody's futuristic lair, Raphael found himself drawn not only to your words in your diary but to the feeling of being around you once more. He couldn't deny the impact your diary’s presents had on him, awakening emotions he had long kept guarded. Raph knew he would see you again one day, but he could not stop himself from missing you.

“How is the cleaning going, Raphael?”

Splinter’s voice from the doorway made Raph jump. Even with his graduation to Chunin coming up, Raph’s skills could not match his Master’s sneaking skills… especially not when he stood with his beak deep in your diary.

“Great, Master Splinter!”, Raph said, hiding your diary on the back of his shell. “Absolutely great!”

Splinter was quick to notice the way his son was standing. His smile on his face, along with the way his arms was bent to the back of his shell. Having been the one raising Raphael and his brothers for the past 18 years, Splinter knew way too well how it looked when they tried to keep something from him. But knowing Raph’s hatred for the future, Splinter found it somewhat comforting that his son had found something he wished to keep hidden. To keep for himself. Maybe it was enough to make him more comfortable with their current situation.

“That sounds good”, Splinter said, taking in the somewhat cleaner state of Cody’s collection. There was only so much you could do with an almost hundred years old collection and an angry turtle. “I believe you’ve been punished enough for today, Raphael”.

Raph breathed a sigh of relief. After his father’s reaction to he and his brothers finding April and Casey's old journal, he feared what he would say, had he known about your diary in his hands. He thanked his Master before waiting for him to leave, so he could run to his room all while keeping the old worn book in his hand a secret.

Once Raph was sure he was alone and that none of his brothers would burst through the door, Raph turned to open your diary once more. With a page open he turned to look at the date.

29th of July 2006

Raph almost slammed your diary shut again. His hands trembled a bit. That was the day he and his brothers traveled to the future. The day they left you, April and Casey in the past, reminding him just how much he hated the future. Yet Raph did not leave your diary.

Raph’s heart broke a bit when he read your words. A whole year you were left in confusion before any of them returned home. You, Casey and April looked everywhere for them. Every place you had known for them to call home. You had searched in Casey’s farmhouse and Leatherhead’s lair. April had even traveled to Japan to ask the Ancient One, while Casey searched out of state, all while you stayed back, just in case they got home. A whole year, and nothing. April and Casey came home empty handed. No one knew where the turtle brothers and their father were.

Raphael continued flipping through the worn pages of your diary, his eyes scanning the entries searching for something he did not know how to describe. As he turned a page, he halted.

13th of September 2007

Raph knew he shouldn’t read it. Donnie has already told him and his brothers the dangers of meddling with their timelines, and how just being in the year 2105 could already have made unknown changes to their own future. But did Raph care about that? No. He already hated the future as it was, so making it worse would feel any different to him.

It happened! They are home! The boys are home! So much happened, and I don’t know where to start, but the most important part is that the boys are home and safe. April and Casey texted me and told me they had found them in the lair. And it was true! They were all there! Leo, Mikey, Donnie, Splinter and Raph. Speaking of Raph, it happened. It fucking happened. Finally it fucking happened!

Raph narrowed his eyes in confusion. What happened? Or… what will happen? - The fucking future thing was going to fry his brain one day.

Raphael kissed me!

Raphael's eyes widened as he absorbed the words on the page. The realization hit him like a tidal wave. He kissed you. He would kiss you! At some time in the future… or in the past… fuck that shit! He kissed you!

He did not say hey nor let his brothers say anything. He just walked straight over to me and kissed me! Just like that! In front of everyone! I will not lie and tell you that I didn’t want it, because in actuality, I did. I really wanted it, probably for way longer than I originally thought. I do really like Raphael, and it’s safe to say that he likes me as well.

His heart thudded in his chest as he read your words. You liked him? Just like he liked you? His hands shook as he tried to calm his breath. It was like an adrenaline bomb had hit him, making his heart raise even further.

Raph was tempted to read further. Turn to the next page and learn what would happen next. What words you would exchange and what actions the two of you would take. But just as he was about to turn the page, he decided against it. He already knew too much. Or maybe just enough. He now knew it was safe to kiss you when he turned home, and that you wouldn’t push him away nor fight against it. Learning more than that would take the excitement out of everything the two of you would do together.

Closing the diary with a mixture of awe and anticipation, Raphael couldn't help but smile. The knowledge that you harbored feelings for him, even if it was in a moment he had not yet experienced himself, filled him with warmth. And as he snuck out of his room to return your diary to Cody’s collection, he hoped that none of his brothers would notice him nor the little skip in his step.

Maybe the future wasn’t as bad as he had made it out to be.

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thatprettybunny · 1 year

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Mr. Jeager

This idea is from this post by @mediocrecherry !

I've never actually written for Eren before, but I hope you like how it turned out.

Your phone buzzes. A text from Mr. Yeager pumps up on the screen.

'Mine or Yours?'

You ponder it for a second before responding with a simple 'yours'. After all, his classroom was warmer.

The bell rings, and you breathe a heavy sigh of relief. Quickly, you dismiss your class, vowing to correct their labs by tonight so they can make their corrections next class. Once every student had left the classroom, you grabbed your pretty, designer handbag, a gift very special to you, before locking up the classroom door behind you. You had to stop at the staffroom briefly to collect the two lunches, but in no time you were in front of the acclaimed History teacher's door.

As any other teacher would, you gave a small rasp to the door before pushing into Mr. Yeager's classroom. The room was beautiful, covered in magnificent maps of battlefields and statues and other artifacts that Mr. Yeager collected during his time as a historian.

Eren Yeager was truly an interesting man.

You were slightly stunned to see students still in the classroom; after all the lunch bell had rung over fifteen minutes ago. "Are they on punishment Eren?" You asked, a small laugh to your eyes. Eren gives an amused look. " Kind of. They're here for extra credit."

You gave him a look, one with a silent question, 'Should I stay?'.

Luckily, Eren understood, giving you a reassuring nod, before signaling you to come to his desk. He pulled one of the chairs from an unoccupied seat right next to his desk chair, tilting it at an angle so you could still look at each other. You studied his movements, the way his shirt bulged as he reached for the chair, god alone knows where he discarded the blazer he wore this morning. Before you could plop into the seat, however, Eren planted himself on it, patting at the teacher's seat, another silent gesture.

You sat at Eren's desk, in his seat. It was a different experience. Normally, when you two are alone, you sat on the desk, your legs between his as he man spreads slightly beneath the table. You smiled, watching as Eren struggled to sit ergonomically in the chair that certainly wasn't built for someone of his height. You chuckled, resting your bag on the desk into the bottom drawer of his desk and taking out the two lunches. You scanned them, handing Eren the one with more meat and keeping the one with more sauce for yourself.

"How was class?" he asked, quietly and contentedly listening to you drawl about certain problem-making students and any other concerns between bites of your food. You both used code names for students and other teachers, aware of your small audience's presence.

Without warning, Eren reached across from where he was sitting, and grabbed your chin with his hand so you'd look at him; then he used his thumb to wipe the small stain of brown gravy off the corner of your lips where it was pooling. A red blush peeked up your neck till it presented itself in a dash over your nose and on your ears.

So much for no PDA at work.

You two ate lunch in comfortable chatter until the bell rang to end lunch. You could sense his student's eyes staring at you both now and again, but you tried not to let it bother you too much.

"Thanks for lunch," he said, "It tasted like heaven." He helped you tidy up all of the food utensiles, before he reached into the drawer to pass it back to you. You studied it, debating your options. "Actually, can you keep it? I only have a lab to do next period an then I'll come back for it?"

Sure, Eren said, walking you out the door; after you left, he took the handbag, the pretty black and pink one he'd got you for your birthday and placed it back into the bottom drawer of his desk. Your drawer. He just hoped he remembered to take it out before going home.

The next day, the rumors were everywhere.

"OMG did you see the picture of Mr. Yeager and that one Science teacher?"

"Yes! I totally ship it!"

"They're so cute together!"

"Nooo! Don't say that, you know I have a huge crush on them!"

And so on went the gossip, only this time you and Eren were the hot topic of convrsation.

Your phone lit up again; the words 'BABE' plastered across the screen. 'Mine or Yours?' the text came in. You thought about this for a second.

'With all the rumors, are you sure this is a good idea? People will talk' you replied

'Fuck them. I miss you. Come over here." Short, needy and blunt, traits you've come to expect from Eren.

You sighed, what would you do with this pesky husband of yours?

#thatprettybunny #fluff #eren x reader #eren yeager #Eren Jaeger?#i imagine teacher Eren is built for like absolutely no reason #attack on titan #teacher au #modern au #aot fandom

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melanie-ohara · 6 months

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WIP Weekend - Wolfwren. Wolfwrenkend. Is that anything?

I'm having a very tough week, so the writing is not going great. When I'm stressed I have a tendency to start things instead of keep working, so alongside the Wolfwren fic I'm already publishing (part 3 soon!), I started another. Here's all of it so far I guess

They were five cycles behind Baylan Skoll and the gap was getting was wider. Traveling with the Noti made them slow, even if Baylan was still on foot, but with Shin Hati and her bandits still out there Ahsoka and Sabine couldn't leave them undefended. At first, Sabine was impatient, and frustrated at Ahsoka for not explaining where they were going - but the closer they got to the mountain the more on edge Ahsoka became.

Sabine's connection to the Force was still tenuous most of the time, but she felt more and more like Ahsoka was cutting herself off from her and she had no idea why. They hadn't argued - yet - but things on the ship were tense and rather than stay aboard as it hovered along on a quarter power, Sabine opted to move into Ezra's pod. It was built for a Noti, so it was far too small, but it was good to have her own space separate from Huyang and Ahsoka. One of the Noti - who didn't seem to have individual names, as far as she could decipher their language - had adopted the Howler she called Mirshko, which meant she just had space to stretch her legs from the bed to the kitchen counter while she looked through the stuff Ezra had left behind.

Most of it was junk - scraps of wood he used to carve the Alliance symbols for the Noti and the hand tools he used to do it, a few drained power cells, and empty ration crates he must have stolen from Thrawn's star destroyer - but there was a neat little wooden box that caught her attention. It reminded her of her own memory box, now billions of light years away on Lothal, only Ezra had clearly made his by hand. Inside she found fragments of Ezra's two broken holocrons - Jedi and Sith artifacts she still didn't understand - and the smashed remains of his first lightsaber. She smiled at the memory of him sprinting into battle with a burst of blaster fire from the ridiculous hilt before it sparked to life and split a stormtrooper helmet down the middle. The crystal from it now sat in the hilt of his new lightsaber, but Sabine still wondered why he'd turned down the one he had given her all those years ago. She'd never got the chance to ask.

Sabine sighed and closed the box. It was getting late. If she went up to the ship now, Huyang would prepare her a warm drink before she went to bed. Ahsoka hadn't returned yet from scouting their route ahead, which used to worry Sabine. Now Ahsoka spent more time on the path following that strange white Convor than she did with the Noti convoy, barely sleeping or eating. Sabine had never seen the bird before, but Ezra had told her how it always seemed to show up just before Ahsoka did, and when they had all thought Ahsoka was dead she had painted it on her pauldron in remembrance. That all seemed such a long time ago now, especially given it had all happened in a distant galaxy. Ahsoka seemed at peace with the idea of never returning home, but Sabine hoped every day for a pod of Purrgils to appear overhead to carry her away. But Ahsoka had made it very clear that if Baylan Skoll reached the mountain unchallenged, something terrible would be unleashed. He had to be stopped, and it was all Ahsoka seemed to think about.

Sabine had given up worrying about her Master and for now she'd rather not subject herself to Huyang's company, pleasant though it was. She had to crouch to use anything in the kitchen, and she'd found it was much more convenient to sit cross-legged on the floor while she made her evening meal and before-bed drink. That was a tradition that dated back to the Ghost - Hera used to make warm milk for everyone before they shut down for the night. Zeb insisted on it long after Ezra and Sabine had grown out of it, and it continued until their victory on Lothal. Until they went their separate ways. She missed the good old days, when they were all together still. Being a squad commander during the official Galactic Civil War had been trying, and then Ahsoka's return and attempts to train her before the Empire obliterated Mandalore, and her family along with it…

There was a clatter as Sabine put the delicate Noti tea set down too hard.

"Karabast," she cursed under her breath. Nothing was broken though, and she picked up the small cup and blew steam from the pale pink liquid inside. It wasn't as sweet as the blue milk she was used to, and she wished she had a few meiloorun flowers to drop in, but it was warm and comforting, and it would soothe her enough to sleep. Sabine took a long sip and then started on her armour. Beskar was comfortable enough that she could sleep in it, but it weighed heavy on her of late and she'd felt the need to take it off more and more since the war ended. She changed out of her underarmour into the tank top and loose trousers she wore for training and clambered awkwardly into the small bed to finish her drink and go to sleep.

Shin Hati watched from the crest of the hill overlooking the Noti camp, waiting for the ship to take the bait and move off. The Noti were immaterial, and she knew she wouldn't stand a chance against the Togruta Jedi even with her bandits, but the Mandalorian… she could take her. Shin had watched quietly for days now, and she knew Wren's routine probably better than she did herself. The bandits she had sent after Tano would prompt her to call her ship to return her to the convoy, which would give her a narrow window to get in, kill the Mandalorian, and get out. The idea that Wren's Master would be signing her death warrant with her arrogance brought a grim smile to her face.

Finally, she saw the engines flare and the ship gradually accelerated away from the Noti camp - clearly, the droid didn't want to wake anyone. Shin silently thanked him for his courtesy as she hurried down the hill and into the camp. Nobody on guard. No sensors or traps. Occasionally Wren planted proximity explosives around the approach to the camp, but she was sloppy and only seemed to bother when she'd seen wild Howlers. Tonight, the path to her pod was clear. As she advanced, she unclipped her lightsaber from her hilt.

#fanfic #writing #ahsoka #sabine x shin #shin hati #sabine wren #ahsoka tano #huyang #peridea #wild guesses about about ahsoka s2 #wolfwren #star wars #wip #wip weekend #sabine named her howler Courage in mando'a #i hope anyway #the language is very hard

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fereldanwench · 10 months

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WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @wanderingaldecaldo to share some stuff I'm working on so AU rambling it is!

(Also I just realized that I am once again so behind on keeping up with my mentions and asks. I need more hours in the day. 😭)

So as some of y'all know, I am a long-time Tomb Raider super fan, and facets of OG Lara Croft almost always influence my OCs because she is just goals. Valerie was no exception here--Her canon street style and effortlessly cool and tough yet elegant vibes were very much inspired by the one and only Lady Croft.

When I realized that across these three mods (one, two, three) I could make a Tomb Raider Underworld-inspired outfit for Valerie, that just became my sole reason for living for like six hours.

Initially, I wasn't planning on delving into a story or anything with the shots--I just wanted to play with some Tomb Raider-esque settings to get a little break from the high-tech/low-life urban setting to refresh the muse--But then I realized this could actually be the perfect setting to explore another idea I had been sitting on for a while.

I had wanted to play with a Yakuza!Goro AU for some time now (turning to a life of organized crime if Arasaka hadn't picked him up has always seemed like something that could have been in the realm of possibility based on the little bit he shares about his childhood), and Lara does get tangled up with some Yakuza shenanigans in some storylines so 💡💡💡 Treasure Hunter/Yakuza AU: I Only Play for Sport (based on Lara's iconic one-liner in the intro of the 1996 game) was officially born!

Work has been nuts the past few weeks, and I didn't really feel like trying to figure out how to mod tats on Goro myself, so I asked the wonderful @86maylin if she was up for a private commission. Luckily, she was. 🙏🙏🙏 (Thank you again, May!)

This has also been another journey into building with AMM--I have a few very specific scenes in mind, and I wanted them to be in totally original settings created specifically for this AU instead of defaulting to my usual locations (like Hanako's estate).

To kick that off, I decided I wanted to make a little living space for Goro. I got a lot of good practice building a stage, essentially, when I did the little villainess shoot a little while ago, so I felt pretty confident that I could put together something loosely inspired by the Tokyo penthouse Lara visits in Tomb Raider Legend.

That game is almost 20 years old now, though, so the assets there were obviously very limited, and I wanted to make something a little more complete and cozy for Goro's home base, as it were. I'm still not finished with it (maybe like 75% of the way there), but I'm pretty happy with the progress:

And another huge thank you to @bnbc and @arasakas-ronin for y'all's prop packs because they have done a lot to add some of that cool-artifact-treasure-hunting goodness to the scene. (I've used a lot but I think this toy set and this decor set were most prominently used.)

And as for the story itself?

Well, no one's here for the plot, right? 😅

I am slowly working on a couple of photostories inspired by some scenes in the Tomb Raider movies and games, and I have a general gist of the premise: Valerie is a wealthy heiress with a fondness for adventure and recovering lost artifacts with presumed supernatural abilities, and Goro is the right-hand man of a Yakuza boss who has a similar interest in such artifacts. They end up having their sights set on the same artifact (currently unknown to me, lmao, although I am very aware of the issues with the genre when it comes to, yanno, glorifying white Westerners stealing shit from other cultures so I want to be mindful that I don't fall into that same pitfall) and sexy rival treasure hunter shenanigans ensue.

So this is what I've been working on! It's a total pet project, I'm so excited about it, and I figured the time between now and Phantom Liberty coming out would be the best time to just go ham with photomode and mods and create a totally self-indulgent crossover that combines my great video game loves.

And one last thing before I shut up, because I wanna share how Tomb Raider has always been a part of Valerie's background: her surname, Powell, was inspired by Manfred Powell, the antagonist in the 2001 Tomb Raider movie. Bonus fact: I used the name "Nishimura" in this photo story, which is also the name of two characters in the Tomb Raider universe (Lara's friend Toru Nishimura in Legend and her girlfriend Sam Nishimura in the 2013 reboot.)

Okay, if you read all of this, you're now legally obligated to share something you've been working on, too. 💙

#t: wench.txt #oc: valerie v powell #c: goro takemura #ship: goro x valerie #g: cyberpunk 2077 #kinda #au: i only play for sport

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alls-fair-in-pride-and-prejudice · 3 days

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The Ever Seeing Eye

(A/N: Continued from here, featuring my warlock Tav who is in a romantic relationship with her patron. I actually made this warlock character and her pact before playing BG3. It was a little too perfect how well it worked out for causing conflict >:) Also, I'm well aware that there is more than just the one artifact in Ethel's lair/on her person. I'm switching it up for drama. Also, defeating her in the tea house was accurate to my playthrough if anyone would like to know how I did it I can make a separate post.)

What is it about fey that they delight so much more in screwing over a fellow fey than any other creature?

Lyra ponders this question, along with wondering if that is precisely why Midnight adores her so rather than taking a lover of his own kind, as she delves into the hag’s lair.

Of course, Lyra, no stranger to dealing with fey, has already disposed of the hag in the tearoom upstairs, much to Midnight’s delight. “I can sense a delightful trinket down there in her workroom, a necklace, not too far from that human you’re so intent on rescuing,” he whispers in her ear, “I want that one. Fey magic should stay with fey, after all.”

Shouldn’t be a problem at all.

But it would just so happen, that as they have descended the stairs into the green-lit museum of hag horrors, Gale clutches at his chest, and looks to Lyra pleadingly. “I uh, I don’t suppose you looted any magic artifacts off the hag corpse upstairs, did you?”

“Potions, yes, artifacts, no,” Lyra answers. “We just fed you two days ago. You went without an artifact for several days since the crash. What’s changed?”

Gale’s eyes are desperate as he shakes his head in bafflement. “I’ve no idea… but something has changed. I could feel it before, the last one did not satisfy the way it should have… Perhaps something more powerful would do the trick.”

Lyra sees the strain in his face. This condition saps at him. “Do you need to wait in camp, then? You’re clearly unwell.”

“And leave the lot of you to face a hag lair down a wizard? Perish the thought. Old biddy might be dead, but this place is sure to have plenty dangers on its own. We press on! Besides, where better to find a suitable artifact than a hag lair? Surely she has something stashed away.”

Lyra frowns, knowing for a fact she does, and praying that she happens to have more than just the one.

They point the way out for all those fortunate enough to still be alive and intact once the hag’s magic wore off. Most of those wearing the masks were too far gone, and both Gale and Lyra could tell that attempting to remove the masks would have disastrous consequences for them.

Mayrina showed the way to the workroom, with a portal out of the lair. Lyra zeros in on the necklace immediately, picking it up from the desk and inspecting it, considering. After a moment, Gale says, “ah, delightful, you found something. May I?”

Lyra pulls away from his reaching hand. “Isn’t there something else in here?”

“All we’ve found are a collection of very non-magical rings and some dodgy potions that I would not drink for a hundred gold,” Astarion reports.

Lyra saw what happened to Wyll for disobeying his patron. His body is permanently altered for it, and he got off easy.

But surely Midnight would never be so cruel to her? She loves him. They’ve been lovers for over a year. And Gale… she doesn’t know the specifics of his condition, but he seems he would die without it. There is clear pain in his eyes.

“Swear to me that you need it, really need it,” Lyra says, meeting Gale’s pleading eyes.

“I swear upon the weave itself, that it is a matter of life and death.”

Lyra hands him the necklace, and he smiles in relief. She has just enough time to enjoy that grateful smile before she collapses, and the world goes dark.

#weaving constellations #oc lyra #alls fair creations #bg3 tav #bg3 oc #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale bg3 #gale x tav

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blazerwyvernmaster · 7 months

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@fe-oc-week

October 11: Backstories

Huh. So, considering that these guys have tragic backstories, I...don't know how I'd do tragedy.

Eh, I'll think of something.

Anyway!

The backstories are long sooo... check below the cut!

🔥Backstory of the Beauty🔥

Asha was born as the bastard child of Derrick Hadean Bouveile and a lady in waiting. She was treated as one of the noble children for a while, though the circumstances of her birth had to be kept a complete secret. Initially, when asked about Asha's sudden appearance, it was stated that the lady in waiting simply found themselves a suitor, who had died recently. Despite this flimsy excuse, it worked surprisingly well, and Asha and her mother were treated rather well.

Asha's mother got her interested in studying the arcane and magical relics. In particular, a special tome known as Vulcestia. Legend has it that a powerful sage who created a tome filled with magical spells capable of burning away demonic spirits. Asha was fascinated by this tale and aspired to be just like that sage, which further inspired her study of magic.

One day, the circumstances of her birth were found out. Derrick's wife was angry at him for this scandal. To save face and appease his wife, Derrick threw Asha and her mother onto the streets, leaving them both out in the cold.

Asha's mother made it her mission to provide for her daughter no matter what it took on the streets, even when she was young. But unfortunately, she fell ill. And nobody could help her. Asha unfortunately lost her dear mother and was taken in by an orphanage, which was good because she hadn’t really eaten good food in a long while.

Asha fell into a bit of a depression, as losing your loved one tends to do to you. As an escape, she flung herself towards religion. The teachings of faith gave her hope when she didn't have any.

But soon, she decided that it wouldn't be enough to have hope. She had to do something with that hope. She decided that she would honor her mother's life in the only way she could think of. Studying magical artifacts and finding Vulcestia.

⚡️Backstory of the Brawn⚡️

Dinadan was born a commoner, living a peaceful yet hard life in a city. Though things changed when mother married a nobleman named Makoya, who elevated them to noble status.

Dinadan was forced to leave their old lives behind.

At first, it was pleasant. Sure he missed his freedoms, but how could this not be amazing? A few days ago, they were surrounded by poverty, but now…now they could live in luxury and peace.

Unfortunately, nobility wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.

First of all, his family was almost constantly bothered and mocked because of their common birth. Whether it be something about Wendy’s naivety, Mebh’s muscles and burns from her profession as a blacksmith, or Dinadan’s vitiligo, they always had some sort of insult to throw at them.

Secondly, nobles, despite clearly disliking all of them, acted as if they were friends. It felt like everyone had a knife behind their back, waiting for a moment to stab someone else in the back; not even just Dinadan’s family, EVERYONE felt that. And there were so many irritating rules that, as a commoner, he had no way of knowing.

The nobleman he hated the most was a man named Leron Von Buchanan, but not at first. See, Wendy fell in love with him and the two got themselves married a few months after they became nobles. Dinadan saw him as…well not a friend, but at the very least not so much of an annoyance as the others, especially since he wasn’t the heir to house Buchanan, so this wasn’t really a political marriage. At least he didn’t think it was.

Dinadan figured there was no reason to distrust him too much. That didn't last.

Leron proved to be an untrustworthy, unreliable and irritating foe in his eyes. The noble and his family enjoyed taunting and toying with the entire family,slowly tarnishing their names.

Dinadan hated them all, especially Leron. And he made that fact very clear. When rumors of the man abusing his sister turned out to be true, Dinadan punched him square in the face.

Not wanting to further Scorn his family's name, Dinadan left. He became a mercenary. After briefly working with a band of what were basically brigands, led by a man named Rusc, he was hired by Asha as her personality bodyguard.

#fire emblem #fantasy #my ocs #srpg #writblr #trpg #tathyliachronicles #tc #fe oc week

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Mechs & Torchwood Crossover AU dump!

So, a few days ago I came up with this very silly niche little crossover AU of The Mechanisms meets Torchwood (essentially human/mortal Mechs & they work for Torchwood Cardiff instead of the Canon team) and I've been yelling about it since because it's my two biggest Special Interests in one so here's a list of what I think everyone's role on the team would be and how they'd do-

-Carmilla was the 'original' team leader and the one who hired everyone (with the exception of Marius, Raphaella and Lyf). 'Mysteriously' dissappeared one day, everyone has their own little theories about the where and how. Until her disappearance she also functioned as the team's doctor/medic

-Jonny was the first she hired, probably because she saw him fist fight a weevil or something. Originally Second-in-command but since the Docs disappeared he's officially in charge now. He has no clue what he's doing, he doesn't know how to properly lead, but still refuses to give up being in charge

-Nastya was hired for her technological knowledge and engineering skills but ends up doing most of the actual leading after Jonny was put in charge (she's their braincell /lh). She also developed and installed a fully sentient AI, Aurora, into the Hub (think Hera from Wolf 359).

-Aurora is,, just taking care of her silly little humans blocking off their PCs if they work on them for too long, ordering food online if they haven't eaten in a while etc, because yes, those are her silly little humans and they keep forgetting their self care or basic human needs

-Ashes was hired for Hub security and finances (aka copious safety hazards and tax fraud the first months, no one knows what Carmilla was thinking when hiring them or keeping them around, but Jonny and Nastya were fond of them enough not to question it too much) but eventually ended up mostly being a field agent

-Ivy naturally works as their archivist and along with Raphaella does most of the research. She's also in charge of the Hubs artifact storage and typing up reports

-Brian didn't actually get hired, he came through the rift (like in "Out Of Time") from the past (very far past), where he worked as a sort-of "witch" doctor. Carmilla decided to let him stay at the Hub for a while as they didn't know where he could go and she decided retconning him might be too risky (as he doesn't know anything about the modern age and retcon wouldn't change that). Eventually he ended up being an actual part of the team, mostly as a field agent. Somehow he ends up driving (he does not know how to properly drive, but their captain can't captain and their doctor can't doctor so he thinks it's fair enough, no one's died *yet* it's fine /lh). Despite having worked as a doctor before he doesn't on the team, as his knowledge in modern medicine is near non-existent for the first while, and they still had Carmilla

-The Toy Soldier isn't officially part of the team, it's more like. That One Alien-Or-Whatever-It-Is (None of them are really sure) that everyone just looked at and went "Yea OK so it's not dangerous so it doesn't need to be locked up or neutralized and it DOES need a place to stay so let's just keep it". While not being an official employee, it does do work around the Hub, which mostly consists of bringing people tea or food while they work or tidying up after the ADHD Gremlins that is most of the team (it finds a lot of joy in both, truly, it's just happy to be involved /lh)

-Tim got hired for his knowledge and experience with weapons, mostly by Jonny's request, after he saw Tim and his best friend Bertie handle themselves in a gunfight against an alien. Bertie died in the gunfight and Tim blames Jonny for not helping sooner (Cue them recreating that one scene from Fragments where Owen just tries to beat the living shit out of Jack) but they eventually manage to get along

-Marius was the first to be hired after Carmillas disappearance, originally to replace her as medic, though Jonny didn't really care about proper procedure or professionalism enough at the time to notice that his medical degree was entirely forged (nor did he care too much after it was discovered by Ivy). He does have medical experience, but it's just barely enough to patch someone up in case of emergency. While he does officially function as the team's medic, he more often works as a field agent working with Raph on the experimenting part of research (like the Rat Jam thing, because I can very very much see him have the exact same delighted reaction as Owen /lh)

-Raphaella was hired out of a UNIT cell (similar to Tosh), that she was in for a history of highly unethical experiments, including on human and alien subjects. Jonny mostly hired her for that, having gotten the recommendation from Ivy after she found Raphs file and being fascinated by it. Also because they were very much in need of an actual scientist.

-Lyfrassir pretty much get hired the same way Gwen did, still working as a cop when they run into Torchwood. They run into Marius, Ivy and Raphaella while those three are on a field research mission, and the trio takes quick liking to them after they help catch an alien specimen with surprising casuallity. They end up getting dragged back to the hub and Marius pesters and convinces Jonny that the team could really use their abilities and contacts until he actually hires them. They are more or less the least fucked up (morals wise) person on the team and much like Gwen help to "humanize" the team a bit more

(if this does well or people actually wanna hear more about this silly little crossover AU I have a lot more thoughts about it and am currently trying to write this into a fanfiction /lh)

#Is there a target audience for this?#Gods I hope so #torchwood #the mechanisms #i am being so normal about this #I spent so much time thinking about this send help #marius von raum #ivy alexandria #the aurora #jonny d'ville #gunpowder tim #drumbot brian #lyfrassir edda #raphaella la cognizi #ashes o'reilly #toy soldier #nastya rasputina #i wrote this at 3am

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(Coruscanti elite Alexsandr Kallus and slave Garazeb. That's it that's the prompt.)

The sport had its merits, he'll give it that. Something about bloody knuckles, the taste of dirt in your mouth, and the rush of adrenaline. As Alexsandr of house Kallus looks down into the pit of the fighting ring from his box seat, he swivels his gaze from beast to beast. Positively barbaric. Kallus takes a sip of his wine and smiles.

Kallus had always wanted to join the service. To serve his Empire, yes, but the call to fight as well. The call for power and glory. His father had expressly forbade him. Still, he'd learned how to serve his Empire in other ways.

He crosses his legs and leans back in his chair, eyes sweeping over the contestants below. One Trandoshan roars with enough rage to shake the sand pit walls. Kallus looks through his electro binoculars. The male had a lean physique. Could be one to bet on. His eyes flicker up to watch his fellow Coruscanti. They watched the fighting below just as eagerly. Kallus crosses his leg over the other, tilting his head into the palm of his hand. He looks on passively as the Trandoshan rips a poor Rhodian's throat out. That was his sixth kill yet. If he wanted to make any bets today it should be soon.

"Marvelous!" Rush Clovis exclaims beside him. "Look at him go!"

Clovis was an old friend of the family. He wasn't the best of company but Kallus didn't mind him too much. Compared to his other acquaintances Clovis was practically his best friend.

"Don't tell me you're in the market again," Kallus says from the rim of his wine glass. He knew that glint in Clovis' eye. It was the same one he always got when he wanted something.

Clovis laughs. "Am I that obvious?"

Kallus shrugs. He looks down in time to see the Trandoshan swallow a chunk of the dead Rhodian's left arm.

"What happened to that Wookie you bought two months ago?"

Clovis waves his hand. "Oh, ghastly thing! Couldn't train that thing to do anything! It just screamed itself hoarse all day. I couldn't sleep at all! I sold it within a fortnight."

Kallus hums. He wasn't surprised. Clovis didn't tend to think things through much. That was perhaps why Kallus liked him better than the others. He was impulsive and brash. And he still couldn't tell whenever Kallus gave him a backhanded compliment. He was entertaining if not annoying.

Although all the contestants were technically for sale for the right price, Kallus had never indulged. He didn't see the point. It took far too much work to keep something so dangerous. He preferred artifacts and rare pieces from wild planets far outside the outer rim. He had quite the impressive collection amongst the upper class. He'd thrown many a party inside his home. Welcoming his fellow Coruscanti elite as they eagerly gathered to admire his newest editions. But Alexander Kallus did not, as a rule, collect beings. They were simply too cumbersome to keep.

Rush Clovis adhered to no such personal rule and shopped at a frequency that astonished Kallus at times. Fads came and went. Last season it was all the rage to have a Gamorrean. Clovis had had two. Kallus couldn't understood why. They were gastly little things. Though he heard they were supposedly very loyal if one knew how to incentivise one. Needless to say it fell out of fashion quickly and most of them ended up back in the pits.

The door on the far end of the pit opens. Kallus pauses. Just as he thought. A late contender. He holds up a hand to wave down an attendant, ready to make a fast bid. If he scopes this out just right he'll be making a lot of money.

Spectators lean forward in their seats, holding breath and drink. Something purple flashes. Then a foot steps out onto the sand. Out from the shadows the beast emerges. It's at least 7 feet tall. It was covered in bright purple fur with strange markings over its arms and chest. The creature turns around to roar behind it, angrily swiping at the guard that had forced it outside. But the gate is already coming back down, trapping it inside the pit.

Beside him, Clovis shivers, breathing out an astonished whisper. "A Lasat…"

The sound of his voice pulls Kallus back into himself. His glass was cracking under his grip. He sets the cup down carefully, eyes never moving away from the Lasat. It's tail whipped back and forth with irritation. It was beautiful.

They were rarer than rare. The planet Lasan had been depopulated several years ago. No one had seen a Lasat since. Yet here was one. Against all odds this one had survived.

Kallus quickly takes out his datapad. The stats and conditions of all fighters were discreetly downloaded and purged before and after each showing. The data for the Lasat proclaimed it was healthy, strong, and had a penchant for biting back. Kallus clicks through the information. Apparently a full grown Lasat was capable of biting through bone and maw. It could rip its opponents flesh with its razor sharp claws that were located on both its hands and feet.

Kallus looks back up. The Trandoshan was already running towards it. The Lasat's ears flatten over its head. It growls in warning. The Trandoshan doesn't listen. It barrels into the purple giant. Claws and fangs snap at each other.

Enraptured, Kallus watches as the Lasat trips the Trandoshan with a swipe of its powerful tail. It throws the Trandoshan clean over its shoulder. Before the Trandoshan can recover, the Lasat has already raked its claws down its unprotected face. Meat hangs off exposed bone in fleshy chunks.

Before anything else can happen, before the Trandoshan can even scream, the Lasat snaps its neck in two. All turns quiet.

The Lasat looks up into the stands. Snarling viciously at the whispering spectators. It glares with a burning hatred that settles in the coals of Kallus' own black heart.

He wants it.

#GUESS WHO FINISHED REBELS?!????#i love kalluzeb so much AHHHHH!#Kalluzeb #star wars rebels #sw rebels #my drabbles

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HOME: Book 1 - CHAPTER SIX

MASTERLIST

Veronica’s trunk trailed behind her as she made her way down the train, looking for an empty carriage. She was beginning to lose hope by the time she got to the end of the train, so she was shocked when the carriage on her left was completely empty. Out of habit, she also checked the carriage on her right, and her eyes widened. Inside were two redheaded boys; one seemed to be a few years older than the other, yet they were undeniably brothers.

Veronica looked between the empty carriage on her left and the occupied carriage on her right, trying to decide which one to choose. Despite Hagrid’s advice, she was still nervous. What if they didn’t like her? What if they wanted their privacy? And she also enjoyed her own privacy. But she also needed to make friends.

As she was about to enter the empty carriage, having made up her mind, she heard the door behind her slide open suddenly. Jumping, she turned and found herself face to face with the older of the two boys.

“Hello! I saw you out here and thought I’d make your decision easier. My name is Bill Weasley, and that’s my brother Charlie. I’m glad you’re here because I was hoping to join my friends in their carriage, but I didn't want to leave my brother alone. You two can keep each other company.” Without another word, Bill was out of the carriage and out of sight. With a nod and a wave from Charlie, Veronica entered the carriage, slid her trunk under the seat, and sat down.

After a few moments of silence, Charlie spoke up. “What’s your name?”

“Veronica Singer. This is going to be my first year at Hogwarts.”

“Me too. Bill is going into his third year, so I’ve heard so much about Hogwarts for the past two years. But I mean, I’ve been excited to go there my whole life. I’m sure it’s been the same for you.”

“Well, actually, I’ve only just found out about Hogwarts a month ago.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize. You’re a muggle-born, aren’t you.”

“Well, both my parents are actually Squibs because my grandparents were witches and wizards. My parents don’t know anything about magic or the wizarding world though, so I grew up knowing nothing about it either. Is that a bad thing?”

“It depends who you ask. Me and my family, we say no way. My dad works for the Ministry of Magic in the Muggle Artifacts Department, and he has always been fascinated by muggles.”

“And what would others say?”

“Doesn’t matter. Their opinions are wrong. Anyway, I have a proposal for you. I’ll teach you about the wizarding world if you teach me about the muggle world.”

Veronica’s eyes lit up at the prospect of understanding where she came from and the world her grandparents grew up in. “Deal.”

“Great! Why don’t you go first? Ask me anything you want.”

“Okay.” There were so many questions running through her mind, she found it difficult to choose which one to ask first. Finally, she remembered something Dumbledore had said to her on the day they met. “Can you tell me about the different houses at Hogwarts? Professor Dumbledore told me…”

“Wait! You met Dumbledore!?!”

“Yes, he was the one that came to my house on my 11th birthday and told me I was a witch.”

“Wow! What was he like? I’ve heard so much about him.”

“Oh, he was great. Very kind and understanding. I liked him.”

“Awesome!” Charlie’s eyes wandered for a few minutes before landing on Veronica again. “Sorry! That was rude of me, I completely interrupted you. Go on.”

“That’s okay. I was just saying that he mentioned something about my grandparents all being Ravenclaws, and then he said I would learn about the different houses later. Can you tell me?”

“Of course, that’s easy. My mum told me and my siblings this story so many times. Hogwarts has four founders: Rowena Ravenclaw, Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, and Salazar Slytherin. Ravenclaw, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff worked in harmony and had many of the same beliefs. The three of them believed that all students should be allowed to learn at Hogwarts, no matter their blood status. But Slytherin disagreed. He believed that they should be more selective about who should be allowed to attend Hogwarts: he believed that purebloods were superior and only they should be taught at Hogwarts. The other founders disagreed, and so Slytherin left the school. But his house remains. Although, if you ask me, they should have got rid of Slytherin house and kept the other three. Every witch or wizard that practices the dark arts has come from Slytherin house. Not all Slytherins are evil, but all evil wizards have come from Slytherin.

Each founder had different criteria that they used to choose students for their house. Ravenclaw valued wisdom, wit, and knowledge beyond all else, Gryffindor valued bravery and courage, and Slytherin sought out students that were cunning and ambitious. Hufflepuff, on the other hand, was much less picky with the students she chose. She valued loyalty and patience, but she had a tendency to choose the students that were rejected by the other founders. Back when the school was new, the founders would handpick students for their houses, but they worried what would happen after they were gone, so Gryffindor took his hat off his head and enchanted it with the power of legilimency, which is the power to read minds. So now, first years have the sorting hat placed on their head, it looks into their minds and their hearts, and sorts them into the right house. It’s never been wrong.

At Hogwarts, your housemates are like your family. House points are awarded for good behavior and taken away for bad behavior. At the end of the year, the house with the most house points wins the house cup. Each house has its own colors, animal, head of house, and house ghost: Ravenclaw’s colors are blue and bronze, its animal is an eagle, its head of house is Professor Flitwick, and its house ghost is the Gray Lady; Gryffindor’s colors are scarlet and gold, its animal is a lion, its head of house is Professor McGonagall, and its house ghost is Nearly Headless Nick; Hufflepuff’s colors are yellow and black, its animal is a badger, its head of house is Professor Sprout, and it’s house ghost is the Fat Friar; and finally, Slytherin’s colors are green and silver, its animal is a snake, its head of house is Professor Snape, and its house ghost is the Bloody Baron. Once we’re sorted, our uniforms will change to match our houses. And that’s pretty much it.”

Charlie expected Veronica to be overwhelmed with all this information, but instead, her eyes were sparkling with amazement. Veronica loved to learn, and she was hooked on every word Charlie spoke. “Wow, I hope I get sorted into Ravenclaw, just like my grandparents.”

“My parents were Gryffindors, and so is Bill, so I hope to be like them too.”

“Can we still be friends if we’re in different houses?”

“Of course! The houses weren’t made to separate students, although… that is sort of what happens most of the time. But we won’t let it happen to us!”

“Great! Now you get to ask me a question.”

“Well, I’ve heard my dad talk a lot about a muggle game called ‘Basketball.’ Is it similar to Quidditch?”

Veronica scratched her head as her eyebrows creased in confusion. “What’s Quidditch?”

The gasp that escaped Charlie’s lips made her jump in her seat.

“Bloody hell! You don’t know what Quidditch is!?! This is unbelievable!” Charlie shook his head. “Let me fill you in!”

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A Trip To India

I had the opportunity to travel to India on business. It was an interesting and exciting trip in spite of Air Canada losing my baggage on the way to India and then again when I returned home.

I found some time to take a few pictures early in the morning before work. I also had one Sunday to do some touring around the city of Hyderabad. The people I was working with kindly gave me and Max, one of my colleagues from Kodak, a car and chauffeur for the day.

We spent an hour or two at a Hindu temple which did not permit cameras, cell phones or shoes. It was made entirely of white marble except for a very tall pole that was covered in gold. The temple included some carved panels depicting other religions which included some quotes from the sacred texts of each.

We toured a museum which contained the collection of just one person. The collection was contained in 20 or more rooms with each room devoted to a different subject. One room was filled with collections of toy soldiers that dated back several centuries. The other rooms had collections of various ancient artifacts from clothing to weapons.

The most interesting place for me was Charminar. Completed in 1591, Charminar is Hyderabad's most famous landmark and takes its name from the Mosque of the Four Minarets. Charminar is flanked by arches on all 4 sides, each arch with a main road running through it. Each minaret is almost 50 meters high and the mosque is 20 meters long on each side.

When we reached Charminar we were besieged by beggars as soon as we got out of the car. A little boy came by and chased the beggars away and told us not to give them anything. He asked where I was from. When I told him I came from Canada he said "Canada, hockey!". He asked if I could speak French and we chatted briefly in that language before he switched to Spanish, German, and then Italian. He lost me after the French but he did take the time to teach me how to say "I have no money" in Hindi. He told me his name was John, he was 8 years old, and worked at the market every Sunday selling cheap pearl necklaces. He told me his father had a bad heart and wasn't able to work. He said he had a younger brother who wasn't old enough to work there yet. I thought John wasn't old enough to work anywhere.

John stayed with us the whole time we were in the market at Charminar. I asked him where I could buy a bag so I could carry all the items I bought in India back home with me. He introduced me to a bag seller he knew. I picked out a Samsonite duffel bag and asked how much it cost. The vendor told me 500 rupees, which is about $11. Before I could agree on the price John whispered to me not to pay more than 300 rupees. After a bit of haggling we settled on 300. Once I had the bag in my possession John said it was too bad I wasn't Indian because I could have had it for 100 rupees.

There was one beggar girl who was quite pretty and I wanted to get a picture of her. She followed us around the market and asked me for money almost non-stop. Each time I raised the camera to my eye she turned away. I offered 20 rupees in exchange for a picture but she refused each time I asked. She didn't notice that I was taking pictures of her the whole time. I held the camera up to my chest with one hand and pressed the shutter release with my thumb. I didn't know if any of the shots were worth keeping so I still wanted a picture with her standing still so I could compose it properly. Eventually she figured out I wasn't going to give her anything until I got the picture I wanted. I got a few shots of her looking right at the camera. One of them looks just like one I saw in National Geographic many years ago.

Before we left the market I told John I would like to give him something for helping us. He wouldn't accept my offer of 200 rupees but he did accept 100 for a small pearl necklace. I insisted on giving him something for his kindness and help. He finally agreed to accept some Canadian money as a souvenir. I gave him a Canadian $5 bill. I thought he probably would accept something with a small number on it.

Hyderabad makes Vancouver look like a ghost town. I could not believe the masses of humanity jammed into every part of the city. Officially the population of Hyderabad is 9 million but our hosts told us the area around the city has about 60 million people. The local newspaper that we were working for has a circulation of 11 million and a readership of 44 million. One thing that is very noticeable is the absence of women. The vast majority of people on the street or working in the shops and restaurants are men and boys. I assume the women and girls are working at home.

It is a pity that more women are not visible because they are exceptionally beautiful, especially when wearing the traditional sari. Saris are still the most popular clothing for women with a few of the younger ones wearing jeans. I can't imagine more beautiful, elegant, or feminine attire than a sari. They come in a wide variety of styles, usually in bright colors, often with patterned stitching or brocade. In North America it would be like seeing most of the women wearing evening gowns.

When our work in Hyderabad was done our hosts flew us to Visakhapatnam on the Bay of Bengal to set up another newspaper printing plant. We stayed at a very nice hotel they own called the Dolphin. The hotel takes its name from a local geographical feature called the Dolphin Nose. The city is very similar to Vancouver in size and geography. The population is about 2 million and the city is sandwiched between mountains and the ocean. There is a natural harbour there which is the main reason for the city existing in that location.

Our guide for the trip to Visakhapatnam was Mahender who arranged for us to have a tour of the city including the beach. I made sure to get my feet wet in the Bay of Bengal. There is about 60km of beach along the bay but very little development. The entire length of beach that we saw was mostly deserted. Most of the land beside the beach seems to be used for grazing or not used at all.

I walked around Visakhapatnam every morning taking pictures. The market area is spread over a large area with each street devoted to a different commodity. One street has only coconuts for sale, the next only lemons, another has bamboo, others have wood or fish and several streets have only bananas.

Everywhere you go in India you see the famous sacred cows. In most places they are not very common but in Visakhapatnam I came into close contact with them every morning. On one of the banana streets I had to dodge several of them heading in the opposite direction. I was walking down a narrow path between the piles of bananas when I noticed a set of horns attached to large black beast coming toward me. I was hoping I didn't get snagged on a horn by accident and squeezed myself against a pile of bananas. Luckily I was able to get a couple of shots of the cattle as they passed by. The sacred cows are free to wander wherever they please. I saw them in busy intersections and standing in the middle of a crowd at a bus stop.

I was happy to discover the people of India are as camera friendly as the people in the Philippines. I had many of them ask me to take pictures of them or their friends and I always obliged. The mini-taxi drivers always want me to take pictures. Most people take it as a compliment when I take a picture of them. I took some pictures of a family buying a snack from a street vendor. The father actually stepped back so I could get a better shot of his wife and daughter. In North America people seem to feel taking a picture is an invasion. I have almost given up on photographing people at home unless they are friends or relatives.

I had one last adventure before leaving India. Mohan, one of our gracious hosts, took me and my colleague Max shopping for the third time on the way to the airport. Max and I bought some handicrafts at a store that looked more like an art gallery. Mohan's colleague, Mahender, met us at a sweet shop and bought us some candy to take back and share with the folks back home. After we left the sweet shop Mahender took Max and me to the airport.

Max and I started repacking our bags inside the airport to try and fit all the things we bought into the limited space in our bags. I had to be very careful packing some delicate carvings and jewelry. As we were busy packing a very large military man carrying a machine gun walked up to us. He said "Who is Mr. Peter?" I guessed he meant me and we marched out of the airport together. I was relieved to see Mahender in the crowd, waving a package and saying we left it on the seat of the car. I asked Mahender NOT to send a man with a gun next time.

#India #sacred cows #sari

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 113

Exile on Main St./Planet of the Dead

“Exile on Main St.”

Plot Description: Mysteriously freed from hell, Sam finds Dean and tells him he need to rejoin the fight

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: my heart’s breaking but Dean’s living a pretty fucking normal life with Lisa and Ben

Dean not FULLY lying about what he used to do before moving in with Lisa to his new bff

It’s gonna suck when he has to uproot this whole new life he’s built with her. Aside from the Sam stuff, he seems pretty happy

They very do not have rabies, Dean, and I wonder if that is going to come back to bite you. You can’t just say you used to be in pest control and then also tell your bff that possums have rabies

How the fuck is Azazel back?? I’m sorry, where the fuck did you just take Dean, Sam???

How can he trust that you’re real, Sam? You just told him that he’s been poisoned and has been hallucinating a bunch of stuff

Oh. CAMPBELL Campbell. Like Mary’s family…

Yeah, no, I watched you DIE, Samuel.

Is Dean’s bff a djinn??

Did…DID BOBBY KNOW???? He did. He KNEW SAM WAS ALIVE THIS WHOLE DAMN TIME

I’m not even that attached to Lisa, but she’s a good person who doesn’t deserve her heart broken this many times by the same dude. She just wanted a good enough life with a guy her son could look up to and who she loved. I’m so sorry, girl

Stop fucking judging him. Yeah, golf should be abolished, but damn…he was just TRYING to have a normal life after saving the entire world

There were vampires on the Mayflower?? That’s all I got out of that conversation

Dean, YOU didn’t wanna talk about your time in hell, and Sam spent his whole time (which was much shorter than yours) in a cage. It’s not crazy to think he wouldn’t wanna talk about it

Lisa and Ben aren’t REALLY there, right??? No no no no no. This HAS to be the djinns’ doing no matter how angry she might be with him

Oh. I don’t like that at all. Where are they taking that djinn?

I know this is the start of the Soulless Sam plot but what happened to the “we’ll find dad and then I’m going back to Stanford” Sam? You NEVER would have thought to try for a normal life??

“Been On My Mind…”: Kind of?? Dean’s in a committed relationship with Lisa for a good portion of the episode and seems to go back to her at the end…but we’ll see how long that lasts. I guess we’re back at 10??

“Planet of the Dead”

Plot Description: a London bus takes a detour to an alien world. Can the Doctor defeat the terrifying Swarm?

(I have about an hour left of the day and I’m emotionally wrecked by unexpected manga spoilers, LET’S SEE HOW THIS GOES. I’m hitting post before midnight one way or another)

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I’m fascinated by this British woman stealing from the International Gallery in London

It’s Easter now?? It was JUST. CHRISTMAS. two days ago

The Doctor and the Winchesters should compare doodads

Don’t you just hate it when you trap everyone on a bus in your artifact stealing hijinx but there’s an alien on the same bus who traps you in HIS interplanetary shenanigans??

Please tell me the sand isn’t actually ash…

So yeah. Maybe watching someone burn to death, no matter how quickly, is not the move tonight. Will someone end my suffering please?

Careful how you talk about the sand, Doc, you’ll start sounding like Anakin Skywalker

This guy wants to impress the Doctor so badly. Luckily, it’s working. Good for him

Why do I hate him flirting with Christina so much? I didn’t hate it with the girl on the Titanic

You fucking idiots. Why the fuck would you use up ALL the gas in the bus?

Ok but why would she do that when she nearly got SUPER caught last time…like 30 min ago

Well, that seems unfair. The other two aliens they encountered shouldn’t have had to die

This scientist is so adorable. He’s so excited to be of assistance

I don’t like that they used that one lady’s psychic abilities just for vague exposition. Like…really had no other function. Ok. She got ONE important thing, telling the Doctor “he will knock four times”

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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mythgirlimagines · 1 year

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Inventors Kiibo Iidabashi and Miu Iruma were not very knowledgeable on the Vithrice Kingdom. Kirumi Tojo and co had officially established trade lines with them years ago, but it was there that their connections ended.

So when Iruma heard that they were coming over to discuss... stolen wealth, at the hands of Kokichi Ouma, it's safe to say he had to try calming her down for days. Kiibo wouldn't guess if he had a lifetime that it was him who had stolen all those priceless artifacts, gems... even a couple of their own inventions, although Iruma liked to ignore that fact. Where would he keep it all, and how could he manage to get past security so easily? The outbreak took place over the course of several months.

He was of few words the last time they met, almost shy, but Iruma latched onto him like a leech. The day he mysteriously disappeared was the first time he had seen her drop her bravado in its entirety. Kiibo had the uneasy feeling that there was something more to them that Iruma would not budge with. Even during their time together, they almost... held themselves at arm's length away from each other, despite hours of conversation between the two. Don't even get him started on how exactly they got the ball rolling in the first place: she was a highly renowned inventor, and he was just another cataloger.

So! This one's quite a bit shorter than the last, but it gets the job done. Enter Myth: headcanons for how Kiibo manages to get past his suspicions and simply comfort Miu on the upsetting news?

I think I got the context on this right!

It was odd to see Miu so…well, unlike herself, at least to his knowledge. Knowing that it was Kokichi who stole all that wealth, including some of his and Miu’s inventions, was definitely startling.

Miu didn’t really want to talk about it, and she did her best to completely avoid the topic as much as she could in whatever way she could. That alone was distressing coming from her.

It was hard to comfort her when she was like that, since not wanting to talk about it also meant she didn’t want to be comforted about it, at least for the most part.

So what Kiibo settled on was giving her the space she needed to work on her inventions, making sure she took care of herself and didn’t overwork as she was apt to do.

If she did want to talk about it, that was when he would truly be able to comfort her, but he didn’t think that would happen soon. It was easier to let it go and do what he could in the moment.

#answered ask #headcanons #miu iruma #kiibo #kokichi ouma #danganronpa #ndrv3

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reveltica · 2 years

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moving on from that historical artifact and stealing his lil' wallet

a/n: thank you @threepointseven for the go signal!! hope you'll enjoy this! I decided for this to be the "Happy" ending route for my other Childe fic coz it fits so much! hope you guys would like it.

《 part i

You couldn't forget the engagement you had with that foreign man whom they called Childe. You're not going to lie he is rather dashing. Tall and rather a gentleman, and you couldn't help but feel flushed at that handsome grin he gave to you right after.

But you immediately shook that thought away from your mind and huffed out. Yeah, he couldn't possibly remember me, don't even asked for my name. It's highly unlikely we'll meet again.

You retired to your home that day and kept moving forward the next, in hopes that you could forget about that ginger head. Well, you tried but you can't, not when he bumped into you again.

You looked up at him and he looked down at you respectfully.

"Hey" "Hi"

It was an awkward exchange but Childe immediately picked right back up. "I'm sorry for my attitude yesterday. Can we start over?"

"Uh, yeah sure." and the young man smiled warmly, causing you to fluster. "Codename Childe, but I also go by Tartaglia." he said confidently. You blinked a few times and gave a "...Haaa?!" look.

Are you...are you kidding me? Two na— they're not even names, they're codenames. Childe noticed your predicament and he just laughed it off lightly. "Don't sweat about it too much. Just call me Childe." you nodded and sighed in rrlief before giving a smile.

"(Name), nice to meet you Childe." and you offered your hand for a shake. "As I said yesterday, I will compensate for your troubles—"

"What? You don't need to, it was just an accidental bump, that's all."

"I never break a promise so—"

"Well, you didn't technically promise me so—"

"Just let me take you out for lunch!"

"Yes alright!"

"Pfff.." and you both laughed at how silly the exchange was before you nodded and pats his shoulder. "Yes, Childe. If you insist." He wasn't so bad, he seem like a really fun guy. And he did take you out for lunch at the Liuli Pavillion. You told him the miscellaneous stuff about you and what you do for a living. Like, how old you were, where you live and other current affairs happening in Liyue Harbor.

"Lady Ningguang is rebuilding the Jade Chamber in just a few days I heard." you said, after swallowing, Childe's eyes widened a bit in surprise. "She has a lot of money to spare huh?"

"Maybe so, but its hard earned money she got from her hardwork." you sighed and looked out the window. "I wish to be just like her someday..."

"Sure you will, if you worked hard enough, you're sure to be where she is now." Childe encouraged you. Any encouragement is very welcomed to you so you smiled at him.

——

Its been a good few months since you've become acquainted with Childe. You're now close friends, often joking around, visiting him at the Northland Bank, him visiting you at your workplace and sometimes fight with you with mock up battles. Childe was really impressed with your strength and agility, often wondering why you aren't an adventurer or have any Vision.

One day, when you were looking at a few souvenir jewelries at a shop, you heard a very familiar voice. One that you never really want to hear, at least not now.

"Will you please create some pins with these gems? Thank you." his voice, ever so deep and enchanting. But you didn't turn to look at him or say hi, you just don't know how. Until the seller at the store rurned to you, smiled happily and said:

"Ah! (Name) are you here for the one you asked me to make a few days ago?—"

Your eyes are blown wide at the seller, glaring daggers at them to shut up for one second!

"—Sure! let me just fetch Zhongli's...uhh...pins.." and realization hits them. "I'll excuse myself"

And you and Zhongli were left in a very awkward situation. The man, now took notice of you. Now, remembering what he had done to you before, did he feel any guilt? I dunno, I might say something awful so I'll just say he doesn't care as much like when you two were together.

Of course, as a civil man he greeted you. "Nice seeing you again (Name), how have you been?"

You frowned a bit but decided to be civil as well. You breathed in and calmed down before turning to smile at him. "Yes, it has been a while and I've been doing very well. Thank you for asking."

You basically ended the conversation there with that sentence. What he did still hurts and you have bottled up your anger for him, thinking that its not worth it. He's not worth it.

"Ah, I see. That's very good to hear." he mumbled quitely. Honestly, you are so ready to bolt your way out of there and straight to the meeting place you and Childe had agreed on. Thankfully the seller returned with your item and hurriedly took the carefully packed small box into your hands and thanked them.

You sighed in relief once you were out of there. You relaxed and were on your way to that meeting spot (a.k.a Liuli Pavillion) when you heard heavy foot steps behind you. You frowned but never gave much thought, not until you turned a corner. You looked behind and lo and behold it was Zhongli. You jumped a little in surprise and walked way faster, the meeting spot just out of reach. You hurriedly went inside, slammed the door and breathed out in relief, never wanting to see or interact with that man ever.

"My Archons, Childe! I'm sorry for being late! You see, the seller—"

"Ah! (Name), and Mr. Zhongli too. Great timing." the man in question stepped into the facility and was now standing beside you.

....Heh? What? Excuse me, Childe? The fuck?

You and Zhongli were stunned for a moment He looked at you and you looked at him a second later with sour expression. Childe was just there innocently looking back and forth on you both.

"I am guessing you two have known each other already?" he asked. "Why yes, (Name) is actually my—"

"Aquaintance!" you interrupted Zhongli. "No, actually they're—"

"Aquaintance." you interrupted through gritted teeth, glaring daggers up at Zhongli. "Yes! we're just aquaintances, you see I'm friends with Hu Tao, the director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, where Zhongli works! So i know him by association, but we don't talk much or engaged in any sort of relationship ever! Never in the past, present or future." you hastily explained, hoping Childe would buy it.

"Ah, I see!" He actually bought it!

Zhongli just looked at you curiously. Why would you lie about your relationship with him? Now looking at you, he saw all of the drastic changes from when you two were together. How could he forget? This old cod remembers everything. And he could say that you seemed to have changed for the better.

As you sat there with Childe and regrettably, your ex lover, you couldn't help but question their connection. Like how did they know each othet and become friends.

Luckily enough, your seat was far away from the grandpa. You were seated next to Childe while talks about random stuff that only them two would understand. But no worries, you were distracted by fictional novels and light novels he got back from Snezhnaya. Score!

By the time your meal ended, and you were dying to go home, Childe excused himself for a bit to pay for the food, leaving you and Zhongli alone. For the second time that day!

It was an awkward situation, sure, but you had your books for distraction while that mora-less man didn't. He fiddled with the ring on his thumb, trying to think what could be a good way to start a conversation.

And to ease up for an apology.

That's right, an apology. A long overdue one at that. Hmpf, unfortunately for him for the past few months, the woman he cheated on you with (the one who resembles Guizhong), left him for good. Hell, she even cheated on him as well. Must be nice to get a taste of his own medicine huh?

He wanted to say sorry for the things he had done. The trouble he had caused for you, and for the unfair treatment he gave you while you were in a relationship with him. He at least wanted to have a fresh start with you. You were a great listener and companion. A great friend to everyone and a headstrong person.

"Uh, (Name)?"

...

He was met with silence, your face buried in the book you were reading. "I was wondering of how you got in touch with Childe. I don't remember introducing you to him before."

"Because you don't know anything about me at all." you muttered under angry huffs. Zhongli was taken aback by that comment and frowned. Surely...surely he does right? He knew of your...your, um.

"Good, lets keep it that way." you finally said, glaring towards him. You immediately stood up and walked outside, not even hearing Childe call out for you. Leaving Zhongli in a predicament, but hell his composure and calmness is through the roof. But on the inside? He's troubled.

——

You were grumbling while pacing back and forth in front of the Northland Bank. Nadia looking at you with concern. "Um, Master Childe has not yet retur—"

"I know that!" you bellowed, making Nadia jump in surprise. You blinked your eyes twice and groaned in frustration. "I'm sorry Nadia, I didn't mean to blow on you."

The Fatui agent simply nodded and meekly stood on her post, still shaken by your outburst. You sighed and leaned against the post, arms crossed. You just wished you could handlr bring in the same room with him or handle a conversation, but you can't. Yet.

Your blood was in an utter boil but it slowly simmered down when you saw Childe's figure appear, panting in exhaustion and sweaty. He was your comfort and source of fun and happiness once in a while. He was a precious friend of yours.

You breathed out in relief and approached him, leaning your head on his chest. "Ugh, that was an intense lunch! Warn me if you have other guests in the future. Please?"

Childe blinked and slowly smiled, his hand reaching your back to pat on it. "Sure will."

Unbeknownst to you and Childe, a man was looking up at you two. Well, staring actually.

part iii 》

#genshin impact #genshin impact fanfic #genshin impact angst #genshin impact x reader angst #genshin angst #genshin impact x reader #childe #zhongli #childe genshin impact #zhongli genshin impact #childe x reader #zhongli x reader #zhongli x reader angst #zhongli angst #i dont like you Zhongli

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redpandaramblings · 3 years

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Like Caramel For Chocolate- An Omega Bakugou x Alpha f!Reader fic. Part 7

Part 1 Here

Content Warning: Negative headspace, omegaverse, self deprecation, depressive thoughts, pushy parental figures, ambiguous omegaverse reproduction, unhealthy relationships, relationship that could be easily fixed if idiots would use their words and communicate, Shinso/Denki side relationship, Bakugou is a dumbass but so is y/n

Where we left off-

You couldn’t do this anymore.

No more.

The fireworks illuminated you as your grip on the railing tightened until your knuckles turned white.

“Katsuki?”

“”What?” He asked roughly, barely glancing your way.

“Let’s break up.”

What?

What had you just said?

Bakugou looked up, wide eyed, to stare at his alpha. His beautiful Y/N. The hand in his pocket gripped a small jewelry box tightly. He hadn’t been paying full attention, instead he had been in his own head, practicing over and over what he was going to say. But then you had said… He couldn’t have heard right.

“What’d you say?” He whispers gruffly.

Bakugou watched intently. You were staring up at the sky, though it didn’t feel like you were actually seeing the fireworks as they boomed and flashed.

“I… It’s time for us to break up, Katsu. You know it, I know it. This…” You gestured vaguely between the two of you, still not looking at him. “This hasn’t worked in a while. A long while. Years, if we’re honest.”

That… That wasn’t true! Why were you saying that? Bakugou stared at you, shocked. His eyes raked over you, and for the first time that evening, he actually paid attention. You… You didn’t look good. Your outfit was beautiful, and your hair was perfect. But now he noticed the slump to your posture, and the way your shoulders were tense and hunched. How long had those dark circles been under your eyes? Bakugou startled as he realized that whatever was bugging you clearly wasn’t just a today problem. Something had been going on for a very long time and he hadn’t noticed. How had he not noticed? He moved to inch closer to touch you, to hold and comfort his alpha. You held up your hand, stopping him in his tracks.

“It’s alright. I know. I’m sorry I’m saying this today, that wasn’t what I had planned. But there wasn’t a good time before, and you were clearly so miserable tonight…” You blew a heavy breath out, glancing at the omega before looking away. “It’s time. Probably long overdue.”

Bakugou made a strangled little sound in the back of his throat as he stared, wide eyed. What was happening? This couldn’t be real. You were his alpha. His Y/N. Maybe… Maybe if he was honest with himself, things hadn’t been great when he had started out at being a pro hero, but that was over now. It was okay now. Things had calmed down. You were meant to be together! Katsuki took a step, reaching for you again. “Y/N, what are you saying?”

You took a step back, away from him. “It’s over, Katsuki. It’s over and that’s okay.”

It wasn’t okay. It would never be okay!

“I know things might be awkward around the apartment,” you continued, “but it’s only for a little while. I’ve been offered a job, and I’ve taken it. I’ll be moving in a month. I’ll try to stay out of your hair until then.”

Bakugou’s mind screamed. He was frozen, his mind refusing to process what was going on. You were leaving? Leaving him in every single way? Where were you going and leaving him behind? When had you planned all this? What had happened for him not to notice his alpha was slipping away from him? Katsuki whined quietly. You winced and looked away.

“I’m sorry for saying this all tonight, but it needed to be said. I’m sorry.” You glanced his way, giving him a watery smile. “Goodbye, Katsu. I hope you find someone who makes you happy.”

With that you turned and walked away, your pace increasing until you had broken out into a run. Katsuki remained where he was, sinking down until he was kneeling on the peer. He stared after you until he couldn’t see you any more. This couldn’t be real. It couldn’t… He pulled the small velvet box from his pocket and opened it with shaking hands. There was the ring he had picked out, just for you. From the light of fireworks that still flashed overhead he could just barely make out the inscription that he had asked for. “Forever.” Bakugou bit into his fist to muffle his howls of anguish.

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It was strange, packing up. So many artifacts of your life that you have walked by and lived with every day without paying attention to you were forced to hold and consider. Take, toss, or give away. Some stuff was easy choices. You had packed your books up, and sorted through your clothing to figure out what you were going to take with you. But some things were harder than they should be. Like this. You held the unopened toothbrush package in your hands, turning it over and over. You had bought it years ago, when you had just moved it. It was for Katsuki if he ever stayed the night. And here it was, still unopened. It would be a waste to throw it away, unused. But you couldn’t stand to take it with you. You threw it into the give away box with an aggravated sigh. You had known this was going to be difficult, but it was even worse than you had anticipated. So many things in your living space reminded you of the blond that you were leaving behind. The little orange knick knacks you bought because they reminded you of him. The first edition runs of his very first hero merch. The dusty omega nesting kit that was hidden in the back of your closet. There were so many artifacts of your former plans and dreams, and each one hurt in a new way. The smell didn’t help.

You were certain you were imagining it, but lately it seemed like your apartment always smelled faintly of burnt caramel. It was a major reason you stayed away whenever you weren’t packing. It made you feel guilty, even though you were certain you were doing the right thing. He didn’t need you clinging on to him. He didn’t want you hanging on, and he had made that clear time and time again. And now? Now you had to figure out how to live in a world where Katsuki Bakugou wasn’t your sun and moon. You’d figure it out. Somehow. If you could just get that damned smell of caramel out of your nose.

You threw half empty containers of food and spices into the trash with more force than necessary. Maybe if you got rid of the food you had laying around the food smells would go away. You still had three weeks until you’d be moving, but there was enough savings in your account that you could eat out and live on the basics until you were settled in your new place. Or you supposed you could cook at Denki’s. You had offered to help him pack since his schedule was busier than yours. He was going to put in his transfer notice any day now.

You stilled and stared out the window without really looking at anything as you became lost in thought. It was something you hadn’t really processed before. The first time you were going to be moving in with someone, and it was going to be Denki. And it was going to stay Denki for the rest of your lives, or that was the plan at least. It was strange to think about. You could picture it though. Picture Denki and his grin. Imagine chaotic nights with Mario Kart and junk food. A slight blush tinted your cheeks at how easy it was to imagine what your future kids could look like. It wouldn’t be a bad life. It would take time. But you think the two of you could make it good. The friendship was there, and strong. Maybe, with each other's help, you could both let go. Heal. Maybe even come to truly love each other with time.

You glanced at the clock. It was almost time for you to go to work. You planned on giving them a couple more weeks. There honestly wasn’t much to do this time of year, but it got you out of the apartment, and that was something you really needed right now. You glanced around, deciding to leave your sorting as it was for now. In just a couple minutes, you were out of the apartment and on your way.

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Ten minutes after noon. You should be gone by now. Bakugou had listened, pressing his ear to his door. He cursed the building’s soundproofing when he couldn’t hear anything. He was desperate for any sign of you. But he didn’t quite dare confront you. How could he face you? In the span of an evening you had turned his entire world on its head. He had thought you were good. That the two of you had been as solid in your relationship as you had been when it had all started. But then you had said…

You had…

You were…

A whine creeped out of his throat.

The past week hadn’t felt like reality. He’d gone to work on autopilot, focusing on the job in a way that didn’t allow him to think of anything else. His friends hadn’t started asking questions yet, thanks to how busy work had been. Bakugou never thought he’d be grateful for an increase in villain activity, yet here he was. But when his shift was over and he had to go home, that was when your words replayed for him over and over again. He spent hours curled in his nest, barely leaving. He still ate, drank, shuffled to the bathroom. He cared for himself enough that he could still go to work without anybody questioning too much. The only other thing he spent any time doing, he wasn’t exactly proud of, but he couldn’t stop himself. Here he was, going to do so again for the fourth day in a row.

Bakugou crept out of his own apartment. He knew you were long gone from the building, but his guilty conscience kept him moving quickly and quietly until he reached his goal.

Unlocking your apartment was easy. He wondered if you had forgotten you had given him a key when you had first moved in. Maybe you thought he had forgotten or hadn’t cared. Bakugou used to think he understood you pretty well. He wasn’t so sure anymore. He crept in, glancing around. More of your things were gone.

Bakugou whined quietly as he walked further into your apartment. The air stank of burnt and bitter chocolate. If you were so upset you smelled like this, how had he not noticed? He began carefully sifting through the piles that appeared to be for donating. He grabbed a couple old shirts that smelled strongly of you. He tried not to let it hurt when he noticed one of the shirts was an old tshirt you had stolen from him years ago. He knelt on the floor just staring for some time. This was real. You had broken up with him. And now you were getting rid of your memories together and were going to leave. He might never get to see you again. Might never smell your scent again. Or worse, see you with someone else. Smell someone else’s scent on your skin.

Katsuki didn’t fight his tears as he grabbed as many things as he thought he could get away with without it being noticed. In minutes he was back in his apartment, desperately tucking everything into his nest. The smell might last him a while, but not forever. He curled up tightly, pressing his nose into a place where your scent was strong. He couldn’t do this forever. He didn’t know what he could do. As much as he hated to admit it, it was time to ask for help.

And that is all for this time, my darlings! More is in the works and hopefully will get to you much sooner than this part did. Katsuki is starting to pull his head out of his ass, hopefully it's a trend that will continue. TAGLIST- @yzviea, @not-a-pushover, @thelilypieforever, @kumihayu, @aomi04, @ladybakugouu, @luajosephdun-blog, @hakunamatatayqueen, @my-thoughts-are-weird, @left-alone-yuki, @officialtrashbusiness, @lonelyheart-clubband, @katsuki-cait, @moonwritters26, @animexholic, @kyrah-williams, @emilymikado, @wolvesblaxe360, @ficklemcselfish, @helena-way07, @fandomsaremylifesposts, @baby-bakuhoe, @sukeraa, l@ucypevensie11, @idk-sam, @katsuki-cait, @weirdestlove, @sasa-slayer, @anime-for-live, @kaidousimp, @bluesdustyflames, @vitheria, @milktea0208, @maristaymulti, @whatdidshesayyy, @memesbyeloise , @fandomsgotmefucked, @killmehe, @shy-panda02 , @skylan666, @missmolliemoo, @misssugarless, @arcticsakura, @queenondeezmatatas, @lordmypantsaresocool, @bluesdustyflames, @am-198, @hornelittleweeblet2, @joonie-centric

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phoenixyfriend · 3 years

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The Family Tree is... a Disaster

Takes place in the TCW Leverage AU. It does contain a few deviations, namely that the narrative ended up shifting Plo's role in Ahsoka's life, and Ventress's role overall.

This is mostly just dialogue where I outline the fuckery that is the disaster lineage family tree, not actual fic. It stemmed from my incessant need to justify "25yo Obi-Wan somehow got custody of 9yo Anakin without Shmi dying."

Warnings for: canon character death (modernized), canon violence (modernized), and references to Nazis and white supremacists (Palpatine collects WWII weaponry as a parallel to his canon display of Sith artifacts in his office as chancellor, and Ahsoka thinks it's sketchy)

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"Okay," Cody says, setting down a glass of whiskey as he drops into the seat across the table. "What the hell is your family tree like?"

Obi-Wan raises an eyebrow, and continues cleaning off the definitely-not-stolen crystal komodo dragon he'd won in today's job. "I beg your pardon?"

"You and Skywalker," Cody says, gesturing between Obi-Wan, who is just sitting there minding his own business, and Anakin, who is across the closed-for-tonight bar and doing something inadvisable on the pool table. "You've said he was your brother, and mentioned raising him, which, sure, I'm over twenty years older than my youngest brother, people take over parenting roles all the time. But you have different last names, have mentioned stepfamilies that the other doesn't have, reference things as 'your aunt, not mine,' and I am just getting... very confused. I figured it was personal and I could leave well enough alone, but considering your older brother almost shot us today--"

"Okay, Xanatos is not my brother," Obi-Wan immediately says. "Just. I just have to stop you right there. Xanatos was a student of my father's for a time, but I promise he's not family. Nobody except maybe Komari would consider him even close, and she doesn't count since she's in prison for life and the farthest thing from stable."

Cody gestures. "That, Obi-Wan. That's what I'm talking about. I don't even know who Komari is."

Obi-Wan purses his lips in a failed attempt to not smile. "Do you actually want the explanation? It's long and unnecessarily complicated."

"So's mine," Cody snorts. Obi-Wan waits, patient and pleasant, and is rewarded when Cody sighs. "Please."

"Of course, my dear. To answer your first question, though, Anakin is my half-brother." With a smile, Obi-Wan digs a piece of paper and a pen from his briefcase. "So, center of the chain: me, my father Qui-Gon, my grandfather Yan, and my great-grandfather Yoda. With me so far?"

"Easy enough. Do you have to go back that far?"

"Great-grandfather Yoda is still alive and regularly escaping the old folks' home to terrorize younger relatives, so yes," Obi-Wan says. "Given that you may just meet a tiny, meddling relative of mine when he's bored, we do in fact have to go back that far."

"...how old is he?"

"We don't know for sure. A hundred and eight-ish is the best guess." Obi-Wan shrugs. "It's not a huge deal, mostly he likes bothering Anakin these days. Anyway, grandfather. Yan Dooku. Inherited a minory duchy from his maternal grandfather decades back. Mostly hangs around there because he's on terrorist watchlists in the States."

"Oh, lovely."

Obi-Wan grins. "Trust me, it gets worse. Anyway, grandfather never actually married, but spent most of his time with his 'best friend' Sifo Dyas, who died about a decade back."

"Gay?"

"Well, we know that now, but they got together in the seventies, and this was back when they were both working government jobs, so, you know. It happens."

"Good to know," Cody says. "So, Yoda's kid is Yan, who inherited a title and land from a maternal relative, and had a life partner but never married. With you so far."

"All of Yan's kids were adopted," Obi-Wan continues, sketching out the first branch away from the Yan/Sifo partnership. "Rael was actually grandfather's cousin, maternally, and ended up in his custody after getting orphaned at five. These days, he does most of the stewardship duties at the Serenno Duchy. His daughter Nim is teaching military history at a university in Germany."

Cody nods. "Uncle number one is named Rael, technically your dad's cousin, has a daughter. Got it."

"About a decade after Rael, they adopted my father, Qui-Gon. He and grandfather fought, frequently, but they did care for each other. My father was a botanist, did bio-engineering. We'll get back to him later, because he's where things get complicated." Obi-Wan made sure to leave room around the name. "Just a few years older than me was--is--Komari Vosa. She is... serving a life sentence. I think she fought Jango once."

"She fought my father?"

"To the best of my knowledge, they both almost died, yes," Obi-Wan says. "She's in maximum security these days. She was an assassin. I'll get a call if she breaks out, and I'll let you know along with everyone else."

"Bad news auntie, got it."

"Last adoption, sort of, is Ventress," Obi-Wan finishes off. "A few years younger than me, is technically grandfather's personal assistant and does secretarial work and the like, but we all know he's planning to leave as much of the inheritance to her as he is to the rest of us. She's aggressive and unpleasant, but she takes care of him and hasn't actually threatened to kill any of us yet, so that's fine."

"How'd she join?" Cody asks.

"Ky Narec was a friend of Qui-Gon's; Ventress was his daughter. Ky died a few years after Qui-Gon did, and Ventress was a mess, after." Obi-Wan shrugs and scratches that connection into the little sketch of a family tree as well. "Grandfather offered her a job until she got herself back together, and then she just kind of... stuck around."

"Youngest aunt, more of a cousin." Cody summarizes. "Now we go back to your father?"

"Qui-Gon Jinn was a man of many skills," Obi-Wan says drily. "Adequate birth control was not one of them."

It's almost a pity that Cody wasn't drinking anything, because going by the way he chokes, Obi-Wan's pretty sure the spit take would have been spectacular.

"I'm sorry," Cody says. "Can you repeat that?"

"I was an accident," Obi-Wan says, not even bothering to hide his smile. "So was Anakin."

"So that sounds like... a story."

"It is," Obi-Wan confirms. "My biological mother has never been in the picture. They had a fling, she wasn't sure if she'd want to abort or give me up, just that she wasn't ready to be a parent, and Qui-Gon volunteered to take full custody so she could go back to her life after the birth. I've never met her, but I kept her family name. You can consider her irrelevant beyond that."

Cody nods.

"So, when I was about a year old, Qui-Gon reconnects with an old flame, they get married two years later. Step-mother number one is Tahl. Lovely woman, I absolutely adored her, and she had a daughter, my stepsister, Bant Eerin."

"I met her, right?" Cody asks.

"Yes, she was the doctor who patched up my bullet wound a few months ago," Obi-Wan says. "With the giant glasses that make her look a little fish-eyed."

"She was nice."

"She is," Obi-Wan agrees. "At any rate, that was our family for a while, and then Tahl died when I was fourteen. Bant wanted to go to a magnet school for medical studies, and Qui-Gon's grief was... not optimal for taking care of multiple teenagers, shall we say, so Bant moved in with her paternal uncle, Kit Fisto, and Kit's son Nahdar. He's a marine biologist, incredibly friendly, and has no idea of any of the rest of my side of the family's questionable activities. If you ever meet him, you will pretend that we are a legal firm with a team of security consultants."

Cody raises a brow. Obi-Wan despairs. "Best you could do?"

"We're not that likely to run into him." Obi-Wan draws out a new line. "So, Qui-Gon deals poorly with grief. This is also around the time that Xanatos came around to ruin our lives a little. He was a very rich and unpleasant man, but he's dead as of four hours ago, so you don't have to worry about him. Or his son."

"His son?"

"Anakin handled that," Obi-Wan says. "Thoroughly. Granta Omega is no longer an issue. He's not dead, but... well. Anakin has his ways. Er--I should probably mention Feemor; he was my father's assistant at the university for a long time. Anakin and I still call him our uncle."

"Also a person to avoid mentioning criminal activity to?" Cody prompts.

"Well... no, but only because I don't think he'd care. The man is, forgive me, more of a 'walking sweatervest' than I am. He's a very bland and unassuming man. He once described himself as the background character of the soap opera that is my family's existence."

"Sounds like a charmer."

"Oh, he's very kind and clever, and witty as well. I adore him, and he really is family. He's just also very, very normal. Not boring, but..." Obi-Wan trails off and shrugs helplessly. "He's an editor for an agricultural research journal. Also not someone I anticipate us running into."

"Noted."

"Right, so, Qui-Gon dealing poorly with his grief didn't involve much drinking, but there were a few months of him trying to... lose himself in the pleasures of the flesh?" Obi-Wan tries, and then deflates at the look on Cody's face. "He was slagging around. Shmi got pregnant with Anakin, who was born when I was sixteen. Shared custody at first, Qui-Gon got him weekends and every other holiday, that sort of thing, and then they got married because they actually did like each other well enough, and it was easier on the taxes."

"So Shmi is stepmother number two."

"Shmi is stepmother number two, yes." Obi-Wan sketches in Anakin and Shmi. "About nine and a half years after Anakin was born, Shmi and Qui-Gon were in a car accident with... well, it later turned out it wasn't an accident, there was a hitman called Maul involved, he's actually Ventress's second cousin or something, I don't know. Grandfather handled most of that problem. Qui-Gon died, Shmi was in intensive care, and I got custody of Anakin as his nearest adult relative. We weren't very close before that, because I was off at university by the time he was old enough to form memories, but that changed once he started living with me. I more or less raised him as a single parent from that point."

"This is why he jokes that you're like a father to him."

"Precisely," Obi-Wan says. "Shmi took about a year to recover enough to move again, and grandfather covered the costs. She still had to live with a dedicated carer and attend daily physical therapy. At that physical therapy, she met Cliegg Lars, whose son Owen was also a patient there. They hit it off, and three years later, they married. When Anakin refers to his stepfamily he's talking about the Lars out in Nevada."

"Nevada?"

"They have a farm. A very, very normal one. We don't drag them into our activities, unless we have an at-risk person who needs a safe house." Obi-Wan pauses, and then decides this really needs to be stressed. "This is important to me and Anakin, that we don't get them involved unless there's absolutely no other choice. Shmi's been through a lot, and the Lars are busy enough running the farm."

"Works for me," Cody says. "We've got enough safe houses that it shouldn't be an issue. I'm guessing this story doesn't end there, though."

Obi-Wan grimaces. "My own love life has been... a bit of a mess."

"I already know about Kryze, at least."

There's that. "I was temporarily engaged to a friend, Siri Tachi, shortly after high school. We were in a relationship, but this was mostly something done to appease a relative of hers that was getting overbearing to the point of absurdity, and she couldn't just cut them off. We broke off the engagement after the relative passed, and we're still friends."

He notes that down, then adds the other embarrassment of his early years. "First marriage was actually a drunken joke between myself and my best friend when we were in college. We got it annulled a few months later because we just didn't have time to drop by the courthouse before then, and he's actually engaged to Asajj now."

"Asajj?" Cody asks, watching in fascination as Obi-Wan tries to mark in both his own short marriage and the newer, long-term engagement without crossing any lines. He settles for just writing the name twice and including an asterisk with 'this is the same person.'

"Ventress," Obi-Wan clarifies. "Yeah, Quinlan's a fun guy. His little sister, Aayla, treats Anakin like a beloved younger cousin."

"Are they also off-limits for criminal activity?"

"No, Aayla's the one that taught Ahsoka how to vent-crawl," Obi-Wan says. "And I'm pretty sure Quinlan has contacts in every major government branch, criminal organization, and Fortune 500 company on the planet. I reach out to them regularly."

"Resources, then."

Obi-Wan nods. "Some time later, I married Satine. We had a son; you've met Korkie. We split due to incompatibility a year and change before Qui-Gon's death. Satine doesn't engage in criminal activity, but Bo-Katan is..."

"I've met Bo-Katan. I know what she's like, Obi. You don't have to explain."

"She works with Maul sometimes."

"...the man who killed your father?"

"Yes. It's all very stupid and convoluted." Obi-Wan still writes her in. "So, that's them. Korkie goes to boarding school, and I try not to involve him in anything. Anakin and Ahsoka like to teach him self-defense and the like, but Satine is adamant that he stay unaware of my less legal dealings until he's an adult."

Cody shrugs. "Makes sense. Is that every--wait, no, Skywalker's married."

Obi-Wan grins. "Yes, and Padme's got twins on the way."

"I was there when he told us," Cody says drily. "He was very loud about it. Okay, how does Ahsoka fit in?"

"Hold on, I forgot Beru," Obi-Wan mutters. "Owen's fiancee. Same rules as the Lars. Okay, you asked about Ahsoka. Right. So. Um."

He dithers. Cody waits for him, and then Obi-Wan just gives up. "Ahsoka, dear, would you like to explain how you joined the family, so to speak?"

Ahsoka looks up from whatever she and the boys are doing--there are multiple beer glasses and straws and duct tape involved, and Obi-Wan doesn't really want to know--and then flips off the table and over to Obi-Wan and Cody. She looks over the family tree chart, and then says, "Oooh, did you tell him about the cult?"

"You were in a cult?" Cody demands.

"No, Komari was. She was head priestess or something. I dunno, it's why she's in prison and stuff."

"I did not tell him about the cult," Obi-Wan mutters, already regretting this. "The Bando Gora aren't a problem anymore. I've already gotten to explaining how you and Anakin know each other."

Ahsoka rolls her eyes, steals his pen, and starts sketching in around Quinlan's name, over by Asajj since Obi-Wan's section is too crowded. "Okay, so, Quinlan's adopted. His dad is Tholme, and Tholme's dad is Plo Koon. Plo Koon is good friends with my Auntie, Shaak Ti, who raised me. They live next door to each other, out in the country, and I'd play in his yard a lot, because he had puppies, and he took me to visit his bees. Whenever Auntie needed a babysitter, she asked Quinlan or Aayla to do it since she knew and trusted them, and Aayla needed pocket money."

"This is so unnecessarily complicated," Cody mutters.

"It is!" Ahsoka chirps. Her grin is far too sharp. "So, this one time, Aayla was watching me when I was fourteen, and she was just helping me with my physics homework. BAM, the door slams open, and in stumbled Skyguy with his arm missing. I've never met him before, and my first introduction is him shortly after he's gotten an unplanned amputation."

Anakin, on the other side of the room, giggles. Obi-Wan just sighs. The Fett brothers appear to be in the land of 'horrified fascination.'

Ahsoka revels in it. "There's blood everywhere, I'm screaming, Aayla's panicking, Anakin's halfway to unconscious and insisting we can't call the hospital, and nobody can get Obi-Wan on the phone. Quinlan's in another country, and Auntie Shaak and Uncle Plo are at a movie, so they've both got their cellphones off. Tholme was faking his death at that point to get away from an incident with the Irish Mob, so we didn't even try him."

"What the actual fuck," Rex breathes.

Ahsoka continues with relish. "We get Bant to pick up, and she's there an hour later with Padme, because Padme knows how to drive the way Skyguy does, and the entire drive there is just Auntie Bant on speakerphone telling Aayla how to stop the bleeding and get him stabilized while Padme's screaming at traffic at the top of her lungs."

"I owe Aayla a fruit basket," Anakin muses aloud. "The anniversary of her saving my life is coming up, it's warranted."

"Five years, baby!" Ahsoka crows. She fist-pumps.

Obi-Wan just drops his head into his hands. "You're killing me, children."

Anakin shrugs, grinning. "You know, I think Fett Senior might have been involved in that fight."

"My shitty dad cut off your arm?" Rex demands.

"No, I think he was busy fighting the Interpol guy," Anakin says. "But he was definitely there. I think. Blood loss kinda got to me after a bit, but I'm pretty sure Jango Fett was there, and also Boba might've been hiding in the getaway car?"

"I need another glass," Cody mutters. He doesn't stand up, though.

"Wait," Rex says. "So who cut off your arm?"

Anakin shrugs with an unsure noise. "Someone tried to convince me it was Grandpa Yan, but he was in the middle of a court case in Italy for some kind of parole violation when it happened, so he had an alibi."

"...did he actually violate parole?" Cody asks, and Obi-Wan thinks he looks like he doesn't know if he actually wants an answer.

Ahsoka shrugs. So does Anakin. Obi-Wan carefully looks at a spot behind Cody, and doesn't explain anything about wine tastings used as covers for illicit arms deals.

"The arm?" Rex prompts, sounding a little desperate to get back to the question he likely thinks is the most important.

"I still say it was Skeevy Sheev," Ahsoka chimes in.

"It wasn't Palpatine," Anakin snaps.

"Your creepy older friend who took you to operas and gives you fancy gifts and knows way too much about swords who was conveniently there to talk to the police and cover for you so you didn't get arrested for getting in the middle of a gang war in the first place, yes," Ahsoka says, dropping into a chair and sighing dramatically. "The guy who definitely hasn't been trying to convince you for a year and change that your wife is cheating on you with your older brother."

"Ahsoka!"

"What? He is."

"Anakin," Rex says, "your life sounds like a trainwreck."

"I'm not going to assume a frail, elderly man cut my arm off!" Anakin protests. "Even if he wanted to, he doesn't exactly have the muscle for it!"

"Grandfather's older," Obi-Wan points out, even though he knows it won't help. "And he definitely still could."

"Ha!" Ahsoka shouts.

"He could have hired someone?" Cody suggests. "Doesn't need to do it himself, if he has enough money."

Obi-Wan has a sneaking suspicion that Cody is deliberately stirring the pot as revenge for Anakin sending him eighty-seven cat memes inside an hour during last night's dinner.

"You all suck," Anakin declares. "Also, what the hell do you mean 'knows way too much about swords,' Ahsoka? You know way too much about swords!"

"Yeah, but I'm like ninety-percent sure that his antiques are Prussian and mid-century German military officer dress uniform relics, and pairing that with the Nazi pistols he's got on display--"

"He's just a history buff! And his family's German, of course he prioritizes that region, it's not like he doesn't have Russian or French or English antiques in there too, it's all sides of the war and--"

"I'm just saying he's almost definitely sending me sketchy glances like he thinks I'm planning to steal the silver on the three occasions you've had me with you when you stop by, and I'm pretty sure it's got less to do with my criminal record and more to do with me being, you know, not white."

Anakin looks ready to blow, so Obi-Wan interrupts. "Ahsoka, you were explaining how Anakin passing out on Aayla and scaring us all half to death led to your friendship?"

Ahsoka blinks at him, and then sticks her tongue out at Anakin and turns back to the chart. "So basically, Skyguy had to recuperate in Uncle Plo's living room for a week or two, and I kept showing up to bother him because he was bored and nobody would give him a laptop for 'security reasons,' because he had to lay low and stuff. He made me help him sketch out designs for a prosthesis and do all the writing for the math he had to do for the 3D printer, and we got to chatting."

Ahsoka hops up and back onto a table, legs swinging below her. "I decided he was cool and started following him around while he was getting used to only having one hand, mostly because I was bored. He showed me how to hotwire a car, and explained the best places to put a bug if you were looking to make it sneaky, and he picked my pocket to show off so many times when he was walking around Uncle Plo's house that I made him teach me that, too. And, uh, then Aayla found out and they got into a shouting match about it and decided they both needed to teach me parkour so I could get out of any mess I got myself into, since I was obviously going to follow them into a life of crime."

"And you did," Anakin says, far too proudly. "You're the best thief in this half of the country."

"Only because Aayla moved out east."

Anakin rolls his eyes and pulls Ahsoka into his side, digging his knuckles into her skull. "Best thief! You are the best thief! Be proud of yourself!"

"Let go!"

"Never!"

Obi-Wan sighed heavily and rubbed at his forehead. "Children, please."

"You're not my dad," Ahsoka growls out at him. "Skyguy, I'm going to bite you!"

"Good luck, the only arm you can access is the one that's going to break your teeth."

Ahsoka shrieks in outrage and stomps on Anakin's instep.

It's almost funny, for all that Obi-Wan's seen it play out a million times before, but the really interesting part is seeing Rex's look of fond dismay.

Obi-Wan thinks he might be adding a branch out to the Fetts soon. He's not actually sure if Rex is interested in Anakin or Ahsoka, and he's smack dab between them in age, so that's not a help either, but... well. The expression is familiar enough.

"Please tell me you don't match-make," Cody mutters to him.

"No, I plan to let the pieces fall where they will," Obi-Wan responds, just as low, and far more amused. "I'm simply trying to predict where those landings are to be."

Cody looks at him, and then back at the roughhousing trio, and sighs heavily. "You know, I really didn't think that you technically being minor royalty was going to be the least convoluted thing in your story, Obi-Wan."

He laughs, because it's true. "I'm first in line to inherit the title, since Rael denounced his claim. Nim isn't interested, and Qui-Gon's dead, so... I'm next."

Cody makes a face. "Delightful. I'm guessing that's not a connection we can safely make use of."

"No more than the Kryze or Naberries, I'm afraid." Obi-Wan claps him on the shoulder. "Chin up, I've plenty others in the metaphorical rolodex, all far less legitimate and far more amenable to work with our little outfit."

"Rolodex, really?" Cody snorts. "You're not that old."

Obi-Wan smiles winningly. "You don't know how old I am, Cody. All my IDs are fake."

"Anakin's twenty-four, and you're sixteen years older than him, going by the story you just told me," Cody points out. "I do know how to do basic math, Obi-Wan."

"I had to try," Obi-Wan admits. "I threw a lot of information at you all at once; I'd hoped you missed some of the ages in there."

"I have eight brothers," Cody scoffs. "And literally dozens of cousins, plus niblings, uncles, aunts, and so on. I have experience on this."

"If I asked you to list of the age of every single relative you have, you'd be able to do it?"

"Do you want me to draw a chart? I can draw a chart."

Obi-Wan can't help but laugh. "I'd be delighted, my dear."

Cody rolls his eyes, but Obi-Wan thinks--it's hard to tell in the dimmed lights of the closed bar--that there's a hint of a blush on the man's face. Obi-Wan lets himself slouch to the side, drops his head to rest on one fist, indolent debauchery in every line of his body. Cody does his best to ignore him, but Obi-Wan knows how to smile lazily and blink slowly and draw a man in.

(The whole 'indolent debauchery in every line of his body' phrasing is Anakin's, from back when he was a teenager trying to read highbrow literature to impress a cute girl... and to come up with new insults for his older brother.)

"So," Cody says, with a cough meant to somehow distract Obi-Wan from whatever's showing on the man's face. "Why, uh, why is your grandfather on terrorist watchlists?"

"Well, he didn't initially do anything," Obi-Wan says. "He was just a gay man who didn't hide it quite well enough, and had too much money and too white a face for someone to just call the cops on a faulty report. The Red Scare was technically over by that point, I think, but if a few people made suggestions that he was more loyal to the country that gave him a noble title than to the United States... he received a few warnings, of course, and it could have all blown over..."

"But?"

"But my grandfather is not a man to do things by halves, and instead decided that if the government was to list him as a threat, then he would oblige and make himself a threat," Obi-Wan finishes. "Living up to their labels, rolling with the assumptions, whatever you'd like to call it. It all irked him, and so he made some incredibly questionable decisions to make the government's lives harder. Some weren't bad, like donating to anti-war foundations that were protesting the Gulf War and the interventions in Yugoslavia, that sort of thing, and some were... nobody really looks well on gunrunning, you know."

"For fuck's sake..."

"Indeed," Obi-Wan chuckles. "Ironically, he has minimal opinion on the optimal form of economics, for all that virulent xenophobia and the remnants of anti-communism were involved in the whole mess. He just wanted to create problems for the people that were causing him problems."

Cody shakes his head. "I want to judge that, but you've met my father."

"Jango Fett is, indeed, also not a man to do things by halves," Obi-Wan agrees, attempting to nod gravely but breaking into a smile at the end. "That man is absurd."

"At least he's not dragging Boba into it anymore," Cody mutters. He drags over the fresh sheet of paper and pen that Obi-Wan offers him. "Okay, right, let's start with Jaster..."

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