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vaehbae · 7 months

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Peace. Quiet. Calm.

Ezra Bridger could only have dreamed of such things during his time as both an orphan, and during his time in the Rebellion. He may have experienced some of it while isolated on Peridea, but this was something he preferred more.

The view of Lothal's capital city was something that literally came from a dream. He remembered first seeing it vividly alongside the spirits of his late parents during the night he learned of their deaths. However, the dream became a reality.

The galaxy was indeed shaken following Thrawn's return, but over the past few months, the tactical genius was no match for the stubborn will of New Republic military officials, and the famous Heroes of Endor, whom with joined hands of the Heroes of Lothal, turned the tables and put Imperial Remnants to route once again.

Regardless if there was nothing safe or sacred, it was a much deserved moment of relief Ezra wished he had earned earlier. For all the strife, fighting, and death that had to resume over the desire of totalitarian madmen who wanted to reclaim control over the galaxy and restart their ideas of suffering, the best thing he could do was live for all the good people that were lost. And for a very important reason...

He had been entranced by the shining and bustling beauty of the previously envisioned city when Sabine Wren -- his wife joined his side on the balcony. In her arms, the artistically destructive Mandalorian held a still bundle in her arms. Their ninetine month old daughter, Mira Wren-Bridger.

"Everytime I see you come out here, it's like you're always distracted by something that isn't even calling your name." She quipped. Sabine sure knew how to deliver sassy remarks, even after her life changed through marriage and motherhood.

"It's a good sight to go to sleep to." Ezra replied innocently, giving off a small chuckle when he felt his longtime best friend elbow him on the side.

"Well, I don't blame ya. I remember you mentioned seeing this after realizing what happened to your parents."

In the past, Ezra would have felt a tang of pain hit his heart about such a cruel and unfair reminder, no matter the wording, but he knew he was no longer the only one to have lost family after Sabine vented to him about her Clan getting slaughtered on Mandalore.

"It's not just that anymore."

Sabine looked over at him with a questioning gaze at his comment, making sure she still maintained a fair grip on little Mira in her arms, and so that the baby would not be awaken and make a fuss.

"We've made it happen, Sabine. All of us. I know deep down, my mom and dad would've been proud to see this. Right now, however, I just don't think I could ever thank you guys enough for helping to achieve this."

"As a Mandalorian, I don't take even the smallest of promises lightly. And as much as it's exhausting to bring up... you were counting on me at the same time."

That phrase had become very synonymous with Ezra's faith in his longtime best friend, and he already knew that when she brought him home, her promise had been fulfilled. There was truly no better person than Sabine that he could ask to ensure such things were sought through to the end, and he would never have it any other way.

"And you've kept your promise, Sabine. Thank you." He told her, turning his head to meet her gaze as his lips curled up to a warm smile. That smile was shared as they kissed briefly, before finally retiring inside their tower for a good night's rest.

Ezra was still unsure what new challenges awaited him for the future, but with Sabine by his side, he felt more at ease and ready to face them head on.

It felt like I just had ASMR cleanse over my brain cells reading this. It was so nice and welcoming oh my goodness. All the stress of the final episode just washed over me with this beauty!

Thank you for submitting! Genuine, It's the perfect amount of everything but not too overwhelming and so freaking cute!

#ezra bridger #sabine wren #ahsoka series #star wars rebels #sabezra #ezrabine #ask fic #fanfic share #fanfic #shipping #rebels sabine #ezra x sabine #calm vibes #relaxing #beautful #writting share

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pixelatedraindrops · 2 months

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Yakou and Yuma QuickFic

I've been feeling a little down today, so I decided to write a small drabble/flash fic to try and cheer myself up.

Nothing too whumpy, nothing too emotional or extreme, nothing that drags and nothing too OOC. Just domestic and straight to the point.

Another fairly tame sickfic.

Enjoy.

Warm and Weary

Word Count: 900+

Characters: Yuma Kokohead, Yakou Furio

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Sickfic

Yuma had just started walking back to the submarine from his outing. He had been investigating the city for a while, helping other people out, and making sure to stay out of the Peacekeeper's sights. But he started to grow a little tired.

Shinigami had told him in a nagging annoying tone to keep going, but he just didn't have it. He felt tired and drained from everything that's happened to him so far and the rain certainly wasn't helping him.

So to make sure he didn't cause any further trouble unexpectedly, he slowly trudged back to the agency and walked up the ramp onto the deck. His legs feeling heavier with every step.

As he stepped down the stairs and out of the humidity of the rain outside and into the cool air conditioning of the entrance of the sub, his temples had started to hurt slightly. Placing a hand to his head with a small look of strain, he walked slowly into the main office removing his rain attire. He really wanted to sit down.

He entered the room to see the agency's boss sitting at his desk reading his newspaper and smoking a cigarette like usual.

"Yuma, welcome back." Yakou said looking up from his reading.

Yuma nodded, hand still to his head "Thank you..."

"You're back a bit earlier than usual, something going on?" the chief asked raising a brow at Yuma's gesture.

Yuma sighed as his head started hurting more. Then he started feeling dizzy and his vision was getting a bit bleary. His legs almost felt like lead, but he somehow still had the strength to stand and kept standing. His body started feeling like it was slightly achy and as he took his hand off his head and looked down at it, there was a clear liquid substance on it. He was sweating.

Putting all these thoughts together as a detective does, Yuma came to a deduction to what might have been wrong. He spoke tiredly, but honestly and calmly.

"Chief, I think I have a fever..."

Yakou looked worried. "Oh, really? Here, lemme see..."

He slowly got up from his chair and walked over to the tired trainee by the doorway. He would have asked Yuma to come to him but seeing how tired Yuma looked, that probably wasn't a good idea. Without a single word more he leaned down slightly and slid his hand under the boy's bangs.

Yuma's deduction was spot on.

"Yeah, you sure do." Yakou said with a frown feeling the warmth of the boy’s forehead.

“Sorry…” Yuma weakly apologized.

“Hey, it happens. You were probably just pushing yourself too hard out there.” Yakou replied placing a hand to Yuma’s shoulder.

“C’mon, let’s sit you down and I’ll see if I’ve got anything you can take.” Yakou lent Yuma his aid as he used his arm to support his back, helping him walk to the purple sofa.

“Thanks…” Yuma responded accepting Yakou’s assistance as he slowly stumbled to the sofa. Once he reaches his destination he sits down slowly. Feeling the world spin a bit as he closed his eyes.

Yakou observed Yuma carefully as he was seated. Concern all over his face as Yuma looked down.

“Yeah, you don’t look so good now that I take a closer look at you. You’re trembling a little too. I’ll see if I got a spare blanket.”

“N-No it’s okay... I’ll be fine if I just rest here for a little bit.” Yuma insisted looking back up at him.

“A little bit? Forget that! You’re burning up! You’re staying right here the rest of the day so I can keep my eye on you.” Yakou insisted even harder, purposely exaggerating the situation to make sure Yuma stays put.

“Huh? I couldn’t ask you to do that...” Yuma said.

“Too bad, you’re getting it anyway. I’m the chief and you’re the trainee. Far as I’m concerned my word is absolute.” Yakou said before scratching his head. “Or at least…it should be absolute.” he chuckled awkwardly.

He stood up. “Anyway, stay there. I’ll be right back.” He left Yuma alone as he went to the next room.

When he came back, he found a ‘blanket’ in the form of some extra sheets that were in the shower room and got some painkillers from the cabinet in the kitchen. He covered Yuma up and handed him the tablet medication with a glass of water to drink. Yuma took the medicine calmly, drinking the water to help it go down.

“Alright, I’ll try to make you something light to eat later, but for now I think you should take a nice long nap.” Yakou said looking down at Yuma who was now lying down under the covers with a damp cloth under his bangs.

“Thanks, Chief Yakou… I appreciate this.” Yuma said as he yawned. “I do feel pretty tired…”

Yakou just laughed. “Yeah. That's probably the painkillers. They usually knock me out like a light whenever I take ‘em when I have a headache from overnight work sessions or if I’m a bit hungover from drinking.”

“Chief, you should take better care of yourself…” Yuma said with both the intent of concern and to slightly tease him.

“Like you’re one to talk! You could fry a rice omelet on your forehead!” Yakou retorted back playfully.

Both of them laughed.

“But seriously, get some sleep Yuma.” Yakou said.

“Okay… Thank you again.” Yuma responded moving his body into a comfortable position closing his eyes and getting the most comfort he could from the sheets covering him.

“Hope you feel better soon.” Yakou said patting his back before getting up and turning off one of the lights before he goes back to his desk to sit down. Putting his cigarette out to not affect Yuma’s sleep.

At least he knew Yuma would avoid getting into any trouble for today.

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merethessc · 27 days

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can i spam post? Please???

first part ig

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galaxseacreature · 3 months

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our office has been in renovations for what feels like forever and my team is very close to getting some of our new space. my dream. my absolute dream for my cubicle decoration. is a framed embroidery of this

i have never embroidered anything in my life but now that the time is near i think i am willing to learn

#it's really good as is but i think i would customize it to say either salmon or fish passage #but this meme is like....basically my job basically my whole organization's jobs. basically my whole field writ large #100% the vibe #''climate change and juvenile salmonid survivorship lecture series coming up'' oh....cool.......we are....trying to replace a culvert #the thing is though. the culverts do still need replacing. and it is a concrete (often literally haha) step. so. there's that at least #always got my little piece to work on #anyway the practicalities of this.....i dabbled in cross stitch once and never finished my piece #but i haven't embroidered at all #but if i simplified the design i think it would be very doable #oh there's also a chance i end up sharing a desk #and the guy i would share with i think would have really normal like family photos and i would be putting up memes #neutral zone in the middle with actual reference material #that's in my mind anyway

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lonicera-edulis · 30 days

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I don’t post fanfics. But I do post art on here. Not a lot, but a decent amount from time to time

I don’t think it’s wrong that you are upset about the lack of comments and stuff on your works

My average non art post can get upwards of 100 notes. My average art peice?

I’m lucky if I get ten

It’s sucks balls, I’ve had pieces I’m supper proud of that I think are really cool get nothing

It sucks no matter what you know? I hope your works get the love you want

Everyone deserves it

Yeah, I just need to fix my life somehow, so getting feedback from internet is not the only thing to give me a temporary cheer.

I see how very awesome skilled(!) artists with interesting art styles get very less notes here and it makes me so sad. I probably project my own low-esteemed issue on it, and no one needs my pity really. Just thought their works deserve more appreciation.

Okay, I wanted to elaborate further, but I have such conflicting anxious thoughts, I can't put it in decent sentences. Sorry and thank you for this ask. Wishing more recognition to your works too.

#replies #I feel so shameful because I don't act maturely on my art blog where I am supposed to share fan pieces I enjoyed doing #and I just keep writting pitiful tags #😭#I don't know how to help myself I am sorry for these

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lohstandfound · 1 month

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🍰🍒🫓

🍰Cake - Which of Your Ocs is your favorite?

The recollections trio are so important to me. Jay, Aleso and Taylor. They could be at each other's throats but the moment someone else threatens one of them, they're immediately on the defense. No one else is allowed to hurt you. They view each other as siblings

🍒Cherry - Which two of your Ocs are most weirdly alike now that you think about it?

Jay and Aleso are basically different sides of the same coin. I want to post more about them or the snippets i've written but I don't know if anyone wants that

🫓(Idk what this thing is) - Wild card! Tell me your favorite fact or something you want to share about your Ocs or Oc world.

okay. in this world, there are some stories from mythology that just play out every generation

one of those stories is the whole king arthur thing. the only beings who dont reincarnate are Morgana, Merlin, and Nimue (Morgana and Merlin keep their memories, Nimue's memories are wiped every loop)

so, in the the current timeline of the series, there is already an 'arthur'.

however

the weapons that play a huge part in the timeline are missing

this is why i call taylor the accidental king arthur because he was not supposed to have any of the weapons he possesses

carnwennan was gifted to him by a family member (which then just gives him a whole set of new problems)

he finds caliburn (the sword in the stone) in his school's armoury stuck in an anvil. he breaks in and manages to pull it out

excalibur was gifted to him by arthur's mother after his death when him, aleso, and jay rescued mordred from morgana. nimue almost kills him because she thinks that he killed arthur

eventually nimue decides to train taylor to use excalibur and its shapeshifting abilities

#lohst.txt #ask tag #lunaryuwu #recollections #everything i've written is in a google drive #i would just share that but probably only privately to mutuals #i just really want feedback on what ive written but no one in the server for this graphic novel series ever says anything about what i writ

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agentplutonium · 9 months

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Another old fic of mine that I'm gonna share here as well cause I love it so much. As usual, if you prefer the AO3 format, you can read it on AO3 here.

2.6K, Rated T, Milo/Sweetheart, (Not) First Dates, Fluff, Coffee Shops, the typical fluffy Milo/Sweetheart content I usually make :)

and just so I don't take up an unreasonable amount of space on your dashboard, the fic will start under the cut <3

It’s been weeks.

Weeks of texting back and forth, giving updates, and constantly being reminded that Milo existed. Every time they got a message, they hoped it was him. Every notification they got they perked up, only to be let down when they saw something else. And between updates, Milo was initiating small talk. Asking how their day went, and if they had something to eat today. Asking if they’ve been taking the breaks that they needed— “proper breaks, where you don’t do work in another room saying you’re on break”— and if they’ve been getting sleep. Milo always had their best interest in mind, and it was infuriating.

Well.

It’s not like it’s infuriating, just- inconvenient? They just wanted some answers and targeted Milo because one he was on the ground that day, and two his dad did work for the department (they’re still kinda upset that one backfired on them, they were certain that would be a point of pride for him). To say the least, that did not work for them, and now they were roped into giving him updates on the case. With him so involved it’s dangerous for him, and yet he was always the one that checked up on them.

It wasn’t even like they couldn’t take care of themselves! They’ve worked for the department for a few years now, and they knew the kind of situations they could get into. Though, they did have to admit that Milo’s reminders did help sometimes. They just get so focused on what they were doing, and simple things like that slip their mind. And, so what if Milo’s little ‘did you eat today’ messages made them realize that they were hungry? Again, it’s not like they weren’t taking care of themselves. They do eat, thank you very much. It’s just more of a routine thing. They really only had time to eat after work, and most of those were make-ahead meals. But at least they were eating! That’s what’s important here.

So, yeah, meeting Milo Greer was inconvenient for them.

And it was ruining their god-damn life.

It would have been fine if thoughts about him only happened during work. Which makes sense, since they were strictly involved with him because of a case. However, this guy was permeating their everyday thoughts. They wake up, they wonder if Milo is awake too. They’re making breakfast, and they think about how Milo always seems to know when to message them about if they ate. Hell, they started eating a proper breakfast because of Milo, and his rants about how ‘no wonder they’re so tired in the day, with no proper meals until 7 PM and an ungodly sleep schedule.’ They’re on their way home from work and they wonder if Milo is at a gig, or maybe in the den, or even at home with that cat of his. It seems they can’t get away from thinking about him, and how thoughtful he is, and how they so wanted to kiss that stupid cocky mouth of his-

Hold on.

Did they just think that?

Sneaks gave a sharp huff, dropping the spoon they were using to stir their coffee into the sink harsher than they meant to. They can’t just think things like that. That was definitely crossing boundaries. This was a work thing. Nothing else.

Nothing. Else.

… Okay, so what if they indulged in his flirting just a bit? It was a tactic to keep him talking to them in the beginning, and now it was just a thing that they do. Surely that didn’t mean anything. It couldn’t because, again, this was a work thing.

Their phone buzzed on the counter, and Sneaks was scooping it up within seconds, coffee in their other hand. Their lips tilted up into a small smile when they saw the name on their phone.

Milo: Good morning, Sweetheart

They typed back their response without thinking.

How’d you know I’d even be awake?

Milo: You’re always up before seven

Sneaks rolled their eyes. Of course he’d pick that up.

What do you want, Greer?

Milo: Can I not say good morning to you now?

Usually, there’s an ulterior motive

Milo: Okay, fair. I just wanted to know if you ate breakfast yet.

Sweetheart sighed, once again rolling their eyes, but this time it was accompanied by their grin widening. It was like clockwork recently.

Yes. but shouldn’t you be worrying about yourself, Greer?

Milo: ah, don’t worry about me. But that offer for lunch still stands.

Right. They forgot about that, really. It was something offered in passing about a week ago, and every couple of days Milo would bring it up again. They weren’t sure of the connotations behind said lunch. Was it Milo just doing something nice for them, or something more? Did they want something more? Were there any feelings at all, or was it just close proximity that made them more inclined to lunch with him? If they stopped talking for a few weeks, would their answer change? Were they just thinking about him so much and entertaining this because he texts them literally every day?

A few minutes go by and Sneaks realized that they haven’t responded to Milo yet. They turn their phone back on to send a quick reply of:

We’ll see, Greer.

They put their phone away and finished getting ready for work.

They hadn’t thought about Milo or the p[otential lunch date for the entire morning. Well… for most of the morning, at least.

They had gotten a new lead on the shade case, and spent hours making sure that it was viable before they made plans to go investigate it that afternoon. But, as it got closer to lunchtime, their mind kept drifting back to the message from Milo earlier that morning. It wouldn’t hurt to have a lunch date with him. They would just have to be sure that he knew that it was strictly a business thing. An update meeting of sorts. And nothing else. Plus, they could use a proper meal before they headed out today.

They checked the time. It was almost eleven, which was a little late to schedule a lunch meeting, but they texted him an invite to a cafe nearby the office for one. The response was immediate, agreeing to the plans and promising to be there. Sneaks gave another small smile at the eagerness Milo was expressing. He always tried to act so suavely and yet they saw right through him when they offered to meet up. He was like an eager puppy, which was something they’d never say to his face. They felt like that would almost be an insult to a shifter like him.

When it got closer to one, they got ready to go out. They locked up their office after making sure they had everything, walking to the elevator. They patted the secretaries desk on their way by, getting their attention.

“I’m headed out to lunch,” Sneaks said, “if you really need me I do have my cell on me, but try not to bother me, ‘kay?’

The secretary raised an eyebrow, giving a playful smirk. “Who are you and what did you do with Sneaks, huh? Going out for lunch, saying not to contact you, this is really out of character.”

Sneaks rolled their eyes. “I’ll see you in an hour.”

“Okay, but you’re telling me all about this date when you get back!” The secretary called after them.

“It’s not a date,” Sneaks called back as the elevator closed.

The secretary only laughed, but it was cut off.

The walk was a short one, and it might have been easier to drive but Sneaks liked being outside. Milo was waiting just outside the cafe when they arrived, which they found odd but it wasn’t something unexpected.

“Hopefully I didn’t make you wait too long,” they commented when they were close enough.

Milo looked up at them, smiling already. He typed out something quick on his phone before sliding it into his pocket and turning toward them. “Nah, not too long. Besides, I would have waited hours just to see you, Sweetheart.”

Sneaks rolled their eyes, ignoring the flutter that sent through their chest. “Let’s go inside. I only have an hour.”

It turns out that Milo had never been to this cafe, which Sneaks was prepared for. They did suggest a few things for him, and he actually took them up on one of the sandwiches that they mentioned. They were giddy about that fact, not only because it was something that they suggested, but because this shop's sandwiches were all so good.

Sneaks had paid, and the only reason they got away with it was them saying ‘I invited you here, I get to pay.’ Though it was still a bit of a squabble because Milo insisted that they should at least split it since he came up with the idea at first. Sneaks still won, however.

Milo offered to bring over the food if they took the drinks and found a spot for them to sit. Sneaks weren’t allowed to say no, so they did as suggested with only a little fuss. The shop wasn’t very busy, but their favourite spot by the window was open so they wanted to nab it before it was gone.

It didn’t take long for the sandwiches to come out, it never did, and soon Milo was joining them at their table with an easy-going smile.

“So, I have to ask,” Milo said as they both settled with their food, “what made you change your mind about coming out with me today?”

“Well, it was mainly to update you on the very few new things I got for the case.”

Milo shook his head. “That’s not gonna fly, sorry Sweetheart.”

Sneaks almost choked on their mouthful as they processed his words. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I don’t want to talk about work things right now,” Milo said. “I want to talk to you. The real you, not investigator you.” “You saying I have a facade going, Greer?” Milo shrugged. “Well, no. But there is a difference. Even in your texts.”

Sneaks never saw it that way. They also weren’t used to people turning down work conversations during work hours. “Okay?”

Milo shrugs again, looking at his sandwich so he didn’t have to make eye contact anymore. “So, yeah. Take a break. Don’t think about work for a while. Just… talk to me.”

Sneaks couldn’t help their chest growing warm at the words. It was just so… considerate. So much of Milo did this to them, it wasn’t fair. Everything he does is just so in tune with them it was crazy. “What do you want to talk about?” They offered.

Milo thought for a second, pursing his lips as he did so. Sweetheart looked away before Milo caught them staring, taking a bite of their sandwich. “What do you do for hobbies? Like, outside of work, in your spare time.”

Sneaks had to think about that one for a few moments. Work was such a big part of their life, that they really didn't have time for much else. Though they did like to read in their spare time. The rare hour or so they have between everything that they can sit down and read a chapter or two of a book. So, that’s what they talked about. They prattled on about a few of their favourite books, being encouraged by the questions that Milo was asking.

The conversation flowed easily enough. Switching from one person to the next, always being connected by a similar thought. Milo talked about how he would go on hikes for fun to get his mind off of work, which reminded Sneaks of the trips they took as a kid, which lead to Milo telling them about how he got one of his scars, on and on. Sneaks were the most at ease they have been in a long time. All because Milo just wanted to talk.

Lots of things were easy around Milo. Conversations, silences, and time spent together. Sharing fears, hopes, and dreams. Milo could ask them anything and they’d give it to him so willingly. It was easy to forget that the only reason they ever met him was because of work.

Their phone going off ruined that facade very quickly.

“Shit,” Sneaks muttered as they turned off the alarm. “I’m sorry, I lost track of time. I have to go.” “That’s fine,” Milo said. “I knew you only had so much time. Maybe I can walk back with you?” “I don’t want to keep you any longer.”

Milo gave them a reassuring smile, “Don’t worry about it. I have the day off today, and have nothing better to do.”

Sneaks knew they should say no. They really, really should, but they already had lunch with the man so… what’s five more minutes?

“Alright, Greer.”

They turned to pick up their bag, but not before they saw Milo break out into an uncontrollable grin. They tried to suppress the butterflies that cropped up in their stomach at the sight. They really had to get that under control.

Milo stepped in front of them to open the door, to which they gave a kind smile. Though, when they both got on the sidewalk, Milo made sure to be on the side closest to the road. Sneaks couldn’t help but wonder if it was intentional, but something was telling them it wasn’t. After his comments of being ‘the protector type’ and all, they had a feeling it was just instinct. The action didn’t go unappreciated, and Sneaks didn’t mind it this time when usually they did.

Milo kept the conversation going with ease as they walked down the road to Sneaks’ office. Though, Sneaks thought they saw his face fall a bit when they slowed to a stop in front of the main doors.

“I can see why you suggested that cafe,” Milo said with a slight chuckle.

“Yep,” Sneaks responded, popping the ‘p’ gently. “It was really fun though, Milo. We should hang out more often.” “Next time I’m paying,” Milo said, grinning.

Sneaks shook their head, an exasperated grin on their face. “Sure, whatever you say, Milo.” They did not comment on how the prospect of ‘next time’ made them feel.

He let them go after that, saying goodbye with a small wave. Sneaks stood there for a few moments before turning themself and heading inside. In the elevator, their watch buzzed, and they pulled out their phone to check the notification.

Milo: I do still want that update. Meet me at my apartment tonight?

Sure, Milo. I’ll let you know when I’m headed over. Shouldn’t be too much later than 7.

They ignored the secretary's looks as they passed to head to their office once more, planning on finishing up a few requests to go out investigating tonight. They won’t receive approval in time, but that still wasn’t going to stop them.

Tonight they might get some actual headway into the case. Finally.

Their phone buzzed in their hand again as they closed the office door, and they smiled at the message they saw.

Milo: I’ll see you tonight then, Sweetheart

Despite the grumbling they did at first, Sneaks was starting to grow fond of the nickname.

Milo was inconvenient, sure, but he was an inconvenience that Sneaks was willing to work with. An inconvenience that they wanted to get to know more. An inconvenience that they were catching feelings for.

And they were gonna let this inconvenience ruin their life.

#redacted audio #redacted audio milo #redacted milo #redacted audio sweetheart #redacted sweetheart #redactedverse #plutonium_fanfiction #redacted oneshot #redacted fanfic #guys i can't believe I keep forgetting to share fics of mine #but also keep in mind this one is like close to a year old #so my writting may not be the best #but we can get past that

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fishedeyelenz · 7 months

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Spotify playlists

will update them in the future maybe

Billy Lenz: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0N5koHJWjCiu5jH6Ofv7ai?si=UMUVWtGxRLmapg8MLyvUgA

Camille Morrison: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/74HKr6Ffb0rtiDgNffbo54?si=V_kpzoh8SW2TP6tv1gGKOA

Bean Morrison: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2Oxy0ObIuCCw5UGZZCJVJS?si=70Twol0ZQpCjYgBIXSimMw

So Give Me Coffee and TV: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4CMRi0cGb68TGfKKL8Ml4g?si=X8c1lbxaTNCZZIS7-HsQgA

Rats in the Shadows: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4T7KOtLz68YSorWkG0dZnv?si=eTW2Dos2Q_OvzO5f3thFpw

#Bleh #Couldn't find a good couple of songs there 😔#I hope this works like this #With the links and #billy lenz #oc: camille #oc: bean #My writting #Probably the ugliest looking way o can share them but idk how else should I do it 😔

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bleachbleachbleach · 9 months

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hi! i saw your tags on the post with hitsugaya and rangiku with the pancakes, and i was wondering the same thing: do they have pancakes? well, i recently was flipping through my copy of color bleach and remembered this panel:

i wonder if it’s seen as a new novelty dish from the world of the living? it might be something that the old nobles wouldn’t know about or see at below them, but younger shinigami would find interesting or fashionable? perhaps even the recently deceased remembered some recipes and somewhere in rukongai there’s a specialty pancake and coffee house?

Hi! Sorry for the late response. Our inbox has... Happened again and we are trying to fix this. XDD My co-blogger wrote those tags, but yes!! I love this scene so much! This is the scene she was referencing! I know for sure because we have talked at length about this pancake business (and the perennial 'wait... why is Yoruichi even here' business lol).

Honestly I love the idea that Yoruichi is just like, 'Oh hey, 13th is in charge of patrolling Karakura. Maybe on one of their deployments one of THEM learned how to make this very specific thing I am craving!'

I can't think about pancakes without thinking about Kiki's Delivery Service, so now I'm extremely charmed by the idea that there are, indeed, 13th Division shinigami that chose to save as much of their salary as possible and learned how to make pancakes on a camp stove down by the river. You can live pretty well off of inexpensive combini meals, but a box of pancake mix is still cheaper if you're gonna be out in Karakura for a whole month...! And if unseated officers are earning ~$20k USD that's grad student stipend money. I believe in their pancake economics. (Granted I'm still unclear on what it is, exactly, shinigami spend all this money on besides Goggles, but--)

#'why are you even answering this ask if you're not the OP' because our inbox is giving me anxiety lmao and my co-blogger is on vacation XDD #i considered trying to make one of those super fluff japanese pancakes once but i looked up the recipe and i was like 'yeah no'#even making a batch of normal pancakes i get too bored after the first like... three #asks #shinigamiology #colorful bleach #thanks for sharing! always happy to see colorful bleach in the inbox <3 my holy writ

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vaehbae · 7 months

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Ezra spun around to block another hit, but his opponent anticipated the move and stabbed his lightsaber into Ezra’s stomach.

“No!” Sabine cried out, watching as her friend stumbled backwards, his own lightsaber falling from his grip into the sand below.

She took off running, not really caring if the incoming blaster fire hit her so long as she made it to Ezra before it happened.

A bomb went off near where he lay and Sabine quickened her pace, throwing herself at him and covering his body with her own to protect him from further harm.

More bombs went off and Sabine screamed. Her eyes burned and her hearing went in and out.

Then as quickly as the battle had started, the dust cleared and the enemies retreated, leaving her and Ezra alone among the rubble.

Sabine stood up and surveyed her surroundings, chuckling to herself at how easily the empire had given up. The moment was short lived, however, when she realized Ezra was not celebrating with her.

She fell to her knees beside him and examined his wound; he had suffered no blood loss and the saber hadn’t gone all the way through so why had he not woken up?

“Hey Ezra, you gotta get up.”

She instinctively put her hands on his cheeks, hoping that the touch might wake him, but he lay still.

Panic rose in her chest and tears welled in her eyes, “Ezra, please.”

She shook him gently, and then more forcefully to no avail.

“No, no, no, don’t do this to me,” she wept, “I just got you back. I can’t lose you again.”

She rested her head on his chest and sobbed into his shirt.

“Please come back to me. I need you. I-I love you.”

Why. In the world. Would you have me read that? What beautiful descriptions and storytelling but dear god! 😭 why in the world would you write this after the final just happened?!?

#sabezra #ezra bridger #ezrabine #sabine wren #ahsoka #star wars fanfiction #ask fic #ship fanfic #fanfic share #writting share #angst #why would you do that

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salmadurka · 1 year

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Hear me out - One Thousand and One Nights (-ish) AU for Dreamling! I have only a rough idea, some outlines and dialogues so far so bear with me. Gods know if I’m even gonna write it... Take this just as an idea

every 10 years a murder of raven show up over a village/town/place and one of them sit at the village square. This indicates a soon arrival of the King of the Nightmares, the King of Stories

someone in the village must be chosen to go to him and tell him a story (OR Morpheus chooses them, showing up in their dream!)

if they fail, the King is not pleased with the story, they either never come back or die within a week (their last week is filled with nightmares)

if the King is satisfied, he lets them go and grants them a temporary immortality. The storyteller is expected to visit the King in the next ten years and tell another story

most don't last a single night, some live for years before failing

there are tales about a couple of storytellers who lived long lives, telling the King stories for long years - like Nada or Calliope

there was a rumor/tale/legend that Calliope even had a child with the King. He grew up to be a wonderful bard and storyteller

Morpheus travels across the land and realms so sometimes is not seen for decades or centuries. The true tales about him and this ‘arrangement’ can become 'just' tales, legends or just rumors the time he shows up again in the area

enters Hob!

he is chosen by the village cuz he’s already a pretty good at telling stories (maybe he volunteers a bit too?)

something-something the King likes his tale and makes Hob his storyteller!

decade after decade Hob’s stories pleases Morpheus

after a long time, centuries even, Hob starts to have the (for us known) suspicion that there is more to their meetings than just the sharing of stories - "I don't think our little meetings are about the stories and tales anymore. Not really. Yes, you enjoy them, oh King of Stories, but I think it's more about who is telling them to you. It's about the company.”

I’m still trying to fit the fight-aftermath and/or Dream’s capture BUT Hob would be mad at him at first but than would gradually decided come, every decade, to their usual spot to tell a story to no one (Dream would not show up but Hob would still have his immortality, for reasons)

BONUS: every 50 years, after 5 meetings, Morpheus (has to?) asks the storyteller if they want to continue to serve him. They can leave and live the rest of their mortal life. However, he won’t ask them again for another 50 years and they can still fail afterwards (they are not protected even after serving him for so long)

BONUS: Morpheus keeps his distance at first. During the first meeting he’s just a dark silhouette sitting on the throne but as the time passes he becomes more open. Maybe he tries to keep the ‘King of Nightmares’ scary appearance at first but gradually gives up, stops give a fuck

#The Sandman #Dreamling #the dreamling #Hob Gadling #Dream of the Endless #writting prompt #idea #AU #One Thousand and One Nights #IF someone wants to write this - go ahead PLS - just tag me when you do so I can shower u in kisses #I have a couple more rough ideas #might share them too #or white the damn fic #ask away if u want

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