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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Simplicity Misses and Girls Costumes Sewing Pattern Size Medium.

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if anyone wants to talk to me ill be on discord im too tired for all this

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Rest in peace y’all, bout to start going thru my drafts.. 🫡

[pesterloglog]

Jasprosesprite^2, Rose Lalonde, Calliope, Roxy Lalonde, Jane Crocker, John Egbert, Terezi Pyrope

Act 6, page 7646-7651

JASPROSESPRITE^2: They're back!!! :3!! !

JASPROSESPRITE^2: At last an end to this dreadful lull in our recent social patterns!

ROSE: What lull?

ROSE: You've been talking nonstop since you were created.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: You see Roxy? We all knew you could find her.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Especially me!

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Not to boast but my faith in your ability to retrieve the cherub wasn't just some saccharine friendly nonsense, like it was for pretty much everyone else here.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: It was established in what is now a highly focused understanding of my aspect as well as these radically magnified feline instincts!! :3!

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Yes good point, it's true that feline instincts in no empirical way contribute to one's prognosticative acuity, fair enough!

JASPROSESPRITE^2: But they really make it FEEL like my intuition has more credibility than it really deserves.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: And to the cat portion of my being, that is GOOD ENOUGH! Holy shit am I legitimately pleased with myself right now.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: *Trills.*

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Is this her Roxy? :3 Of course this is her.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Hello you beautiful creature.

CALLIOPE: :O

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Gasp. ROXY! She's a treasure.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: This skull! Absolutely exquisite.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: So smooth to the touch and full of luster! So macabre, so... sublimely EXSANGUINOUS! :3

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Quite the fetching artifact to keep propped on such a smartly dressed pair of shoulders.

ROSE: Could you maybe stop pawing at her?

ROSE: It's creepy.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: The suit! Spectacular. Tailored yourself I gather?

JASPROSESPRITE^2: You have no idea what a burning desire I have to get hair on it but don't worry I won't!

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Oh my god her eyes. Perfect glass! Like a priceless doll's.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Tis a special friend you pulled from the dead Roxy.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Thank you for sharing this gift with us.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: *Mrr... chirp!*

ROXY: :O

JASPROSESPRITE^2: You there! John's hot mom.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: It wasn't a Freudian slip that time I said it deliberately. :3

ROSE: Kill.

ROSE: Me.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: We phantasmal kittyfolk don't have much use for disguising the thoughts we think to be true in our minds nor do we bother to veil attraction to that which we find sexually appealing! Meow.

JANE: :O

JASPROSESPRITE^2: These IDEAS I'm having mmrrr they're so *interesting*. Wherever this frame of reference has been all my life color me glad I'm dead!!! ;3

JASPROSESPRITE^2: John's hot mom did you know you killed me?

JASPROSESPRITE^2: No not the girl the cat I mean. You were twice culpable in a way.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: The murder weapon was in your custody and bequeathed to you roundaboutedly by you yourself as an aged ghostly grannywoman.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: The plummet of that gut-crushing tome was the last thing I ever witnessed.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Of course the old woman herself was murdered by the accursed thing too so one could hardly blame her for pulling a few strings here and there that it might find another victim.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: When a bedeviled joke opus is taken with certain individuals it can be difficult to wrest them away from its favor.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Mrow look at me boring you all with elementary tome trivia everyone knows already. What is this the kitten corner?

JASPROSESPRITE^2: The fact is John's hot mom one time you and your cornball book made a pussy pancake out of me.

JOHN: :O

JASPROSESPRITE^2: I suppose Roxy had a hand in it too technically though it seems mom had it in her blood to do well intended harm to that poor critter I used to be.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: It's ok though because she makes up for it with the BEST funerals!!! Purrr they are a treat, each of my halves received one!

JASPROSESPRITE^2: I remember you so clearly in that desert as the life drained away and I muddled through the shabby last words of a raffish amateur.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: I clearly remember in spite of what a hackneyed showing that was I still had the presence of mind to be overwhelmed by the sense for how much you cared and that gives me such a warm emotion right now it makes me want to poof up a little with friendliness!

JASPROSESPRITE^2: But these aren't the only memories of death I have.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Or the only memories of life I had for you see I've had many.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Squaring these sprites, it's a marvelous thing. It opens you up! The selves become curiously multidimensional; concentrated!!

JASPROSESPRITE^2: I recall the lives of many Roses lost. And many Jaspers! Maybe even more than nine. ;3

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Not that any of them matter now they each chased their own laser pointers to their respective futilities and now I am all that's left of them, mrrrr.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Nor does it matter to the task at hand for which we must prepare does it Hotmom Crocker?

JANE: ... What?

JASPROSESPRITE^2: For the battle ahead! We're still on healing duty. Didn't anyone tell you yet?

JANE: N-no?

JASPROSESPRITE^2: The gameplan is simple. You jumpstart the cadavers while I scoot you around.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: How's that sound cookietits, does it tickle your toebeans?? :3

JANE: :O

JOHN: :O

ROXY: :O

CALLIOPE: :O

TEREZI: :O

ROSE: Well, that settles that.

ROSE: Plan of action secured.

ROSE: Maybe it's time for you to go away now?

JASPROSESPRITE^2: It may very well could be!

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Farewell transitorily.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Prrrrr, *CHIRP!!!*

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Sent to FINLAND on 16th of November 2023

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Enormous IBM 7650 "Harvest" supercomputer built in 1962 for the NSA and Atomic Energy Commission.

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Sock # 7650

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The Skywalker Invasion

Of Plans and Convincing

I only hope he knows what he is doing and I get paid enough credits for this snark he’s about to pull.

The female Chiss bit her lip, her red eyes glazed over the screen as her hands unconsciously typed in the record of her findings in an empty file. Her black hair was slicked back, white uniform was crisp, the expression she wore was poker-faced, giving her an air of nothing but professionalism. Doctor Micbo’quri’fihel, or as she was better known as Quri Mileen, held her job in the highest regard, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t believe her employer isn’t filled with a load of bantha. 

Sighing, she rose from her chair and headed out of her office. Quri was greeted with a long dark hallway once the door behind her closed. 

One step. Two steps. Three steps.

Screams filled the quiet hallway making the hair on her blue skin rise. A gray door opened with a swish and multiple specimens dressed in dark blue were buzzing about with people laying in tube-like beds.

“Ah, Doctor Mileen, you’re just the person I want.” 

Quri turned her head to see a male Rodian making his way towards her. The two shook hands and walked over to a medical table where a male Quarren, green dots decorated his skin.

Peering over the rim, Quri settled her palm on the glass watching the steady rise and fall of the subject’s chest.

“His ID number?”

The male Rodian looked at the name plate at the front of the bed. “ID number 7650.”

“Mhm.”

Quri’s eyes landed on a human woman with a black tattoo inked over her forehead and two black lines from her eyes. 

“Number?”

“2459.”

“Name?”

The Rodian paused, he took the datapad in his hands glancing at the name, his fists clenched tightly. A red line was slashed across the subject’s name. Quri cleared her throat.

“Ulen? Something wrong?” She asked, walking over to him. Ulen chuckled, waving his hand.

“No, no, it’s just that this name sounds familiar for some reason.”

“Oh?” The Chiss looked intrigued, peering over the Rodian’s shoulder. “Mhm, can’t say I’ve seen that name before.”

A red line! Quri stifled a startled gasp, she’s a time traveler!

Ulen put the datapad down, leading the female doctor away from Subject 2459, their conversation fading as they ventured further in the large room. The subject’s number briefly fled Quri Mileen’s mind but the name and the red line never left.

~S~

Yellow eyes opened and a startled sound tore through her chest, she was strapped firmly on the bed which proved futile to remove.

Light blue smoke filled the tube-like bed, the woman held her breath for as long as she could, but she failed all too quickly. Her sudden rise to consciousness was logged in her file and an elderly man took great notice of it.

“What’s her name, Doctor Mileen?”

The blue woman took Subject 2459’s datapad, her vice devoid of emotion as she spoke.

“Mhm…excellent. This will be useful,” the man turned to leave but was stopped when the Chiss voiced her opinion.

“My lord…what will become of her?”

The man didn’t move, didn’t breath, and his voice sent shivers down Quri’s spine.

“She will be transported to the planet Korriban, where you, along with other doctors, will perform tests on specimens with a similar circumstance as Subject 2459.” He strode out of the room, his red guards following closely behind.

Quri clenched her fist, her face formed an expression filled with regret but it was smoothed over in seconds. She locked up the room for the night and prepared to head to her apartment.

I apologize but I have no choice in this matter… Vestara Khai.

~S~

The Dark Side was growing stronger everyday, something that made Yoda worry with each passing second, but ever since the anomaly of the future generations of Skywalkers time traveling, the Force seemed to be getting brighter. At least, Yoda’s spirit could breathe easier now. 

He mulled over the vision they had received when the Skywalkers arrived, multiple red lightsabers was never a good sign. Does this mean the Sith win and would overthrow the Jedi? The mist, the darkness, the cackling were all very obvious signs that pointed to the Sith, but who? Yoda squeezed his eyes shut, his form bent over his stick. Darkness seemed to exist everywhere, it seemed to cover him like a cold blanket on a winter day. Uncomfortable yet warm.

No.

He must not give in to the temptation. The Dark Side is nothing but evil, something that only seeks to kill, steal, and destroy. He will rid the galaxy of the Dark Side if he had too.

“Master?”

Light seeped through the room once more and Yoda sighed, wearily looking over at his ‘savior’. Mace Windu looked heavily concerned but stayed quiet, knowing the older Jedi Master would not reveal anything.

“I have received a holo transmission from young Sky–” He paused, lips forming into a thin line. “I suppose there are younger Skywalkers than him now.”

At this, Yoda chuckled. “Yes, more Skywalkers there are, more chaos in the galaxy, hm?” A small smirk made its way onto the green troll’s face. Mace raised an eyebrow, worried for the grandmaster.

“Worried I am, of the future…” Yoda stopped in the middle of the long hallway of the Jedi Temple, the Korun master was beside him.

“Do you…have a clue on who the identity of the Sith Lord is?” Mace locked his hands behind his back, concern seemed to be the only emotion he’s been feeling these past few years.

“No…because of this…I worry.”

Green eyes hardened, glazing over as the green being was lost in thought.

~S~

Little critters and creatures, insects and bugs all sang a harmonious tune. The moon shone brightly. Stars twinkled in the black sky, creating a glowing canvas, something that gave even the most uncreative person inspiration. 

This harmony, this peace was soon disrupted by five ships, racing over a large lake. A small, gray racing ship pulled ahead of his competitors, he laughed in what seemed like sweet victory until an identical red one maneuvered through thick trees and effectively pulled themselves ahead of the gray ship. 

“No!”

Laughter crinkled over the comms, making the man’s annoyance flare up even more. 

“At least I’m ahead of you, old man!” He said hotly, smugness was evident in his tone, and that made the rest of the pilots ‘oooh’ in anticipation.

“That’s what you think, Solo, but I’m just letting you guys enjoy yourselves before I win.”

Han snorted and focused his attention on a green ship nearing his right flank.

“Not today, Marasiah,” he muttered under his breath.

“Hahaha! I’m nearing you Farmboy!”

Sighing, he turned his head to see another gray ship passing both him and the red ship. He cursed in his head, if Mara was able to reach both him and Luke, who was piloting the red ship, he would never hear the end of it from the annoying red-head.

His eyes lit up when the landing platform, where the finishing line was stationed, was currently in sight. 

Han smirked and let his ship fly past Luke, Mara, and Marsiah. He heard all three groan in surprise and annoyance, and let out a cackle, he was already imagining Anakin’s disappointment when he would be proclaimed the victor. Just as he was only a few kilometers away from the platform, a yellow ship zoomed in front, shocking the participants of the race.

The pilot passed the finishing line with ease, then proceeded by doing a few loops around the landing area until everyone landed their ships. 

With their feet firmly planted on the ground, everyone stood shocked and nearly stopped breathing when the winner came up to them, a smug smirk on his lips.

“B-but how!? You were way back there!” Luke gasped out, his blue eyes widened with confusion and admiration.

Anakin chuckled, throwing an arm around his son’s shoulders, making Luke internally have a heart attack.

“I’m the best pilot in the galaxy, son,” The older blonde man said. “I was just letting you guys think you had a winning chance.” He shrugged his shoulders when everyone gave him the stink eye.

Stalking forward, Anakin crossed his arms, an eyebrow raised as he stood in front of Han Solo. The two were the entire reason why there was even a race in the first place.

“Well?”

Grumbling a reply, Han shook the outstretched hand that was offered. “That’s not the end, ya hear me? We will have a rematch!” Feeling downcast and awed, the man went on his way to the villa. 

Marasiah laughed softly, brown hair bouncing slightly as she found herself nearing her family members.

“That was the best race I’ve ever had in a long time, hardly anyone was able to beat me, much less coming close to beating me,” she gave a grin, “it’s nice to have a challenging competition.”

“Yes, well,” Anakin inspected his fingers, the action giving off an air of nonchalance and sass. His eyes sparkled with mirth. “We are Skywalkers, it’s in our blood to be ridiculously good at anything we do.” 

Luke chuckled behind his hand, the atmosphere was warm, and he was enjoying the attention his father gave him.

Anakin glanced at Mara, who was standing next to his son. 

“You know, Mara,” he paused when she froze in shock, that made him narrow his eyes before placing an easy smile on his face. “Relax, I was just about to say that you’re not a bad pilot, I had fun.”

Unable to form a coherent reply, she clumsily gave him her thanks and coughed out an excuse about going to see where Han went.

Marasiah only had to look at Luke before she bursted out laughing.

The trio walked back to the villa, the stars of the Goddess Shiraya lighting their path.

~S~

“What’s going on? Where am I?”

The man didn’t know where he was and why he’s in a ship that’s an older model. This type of ship was no longer being made.  

This should’ve been in the Old Republic Museum. The Force…

He shuddered a breath, 

“Antares?”

Antares froze in shock and turned behind him, he laughed in relief and made his way over to the man that called his name.

“Jao! What’s going on? Do you know what’s been happening?”

Jao Assam, a fellow Imperial Knight, clasped his hand with Antares. He, too, woke up feeling disoriented and was relieved that he had an acquaintance, a friend, to be by his side.

 The two men explored the ship, briefly explaining to the other about their experience before traveling here.

“The Force feels different, the light feels suffocating.”

Antares nodded, silently agreeing with his colleague, “Do you think…perhaps…”

Jao looked over at him curiously.

“What?”

Sighing, Antares paused his current action and opted to sit on a crate. “Empress Marasiah went missing a few weeks ago, she disappeared without a trace and now we,” he gestured to the two of them. “Are in a strange ship, with no memories on how we got here.”

“That could easily become the case. Not bad thinking actually.”

“Let’s check the travel log of this ship,” Antares got up, motioning Jao to do the same. “Maybe we can grab some clues from there.”

~S~

“Is piloting a hobby that courses through the Skywalker bloodline?”

“Er…” Padmé bit her lip, looking at the decorated ceiling of the villa in thought. “I’m not sure, it wouldn’t surprise me, Anakin is a great pilot, but considering we never got the chance to raise our children…” She looked down, gloom shadowing her features. “I don’t know.”

Ania glanced at the matriarch of the Skywalker Clan. Starting from her late teen years and into her adult life, she resented the family name. Of course, she never used the name, but Solo is known to be tied to Skywalker. Almost anywhere she went, when her last name would be revealed, people would recognize her as part of the lineage. 

Praises, curses, gifts, jeers, taunts, respect.

They all came one after the other.

But now after being thrown into the past, Ania tried desperately to see, to understand, what made everything go downhill.

“I see, it perhaps is a skill that’s passed down from generation to generation. My father was an excellent pilot back in the day.” She smiled at the younger woman of the past.

“What was he like?” Padmé asked, bringing a cup of shurra juice to her lips.

Ania closed her eyes, trying to bring forth a memory that she buried deep within her.

“Kind. Loyal. Always craving an adventure.”

Padmé laughed. “Seems like my Ani.”

“Perhaps,” Ania reopened her eyes, glancing discreetly at the brunette woman. “He is, after all, Anakin Skywalker’s descendant.”

Padmé offered a hand to the young woman, which Ania stared at for a moment. 

The young senator smiled encouragingly when she noticed the smuggler hesitating.

“I know you may have some hard feelings for Anakin Skywalker, for reasons unknown to me, but I would like to try to help dispel that. Can I show you… what made me fall for him?” 

A chance to change the past? Is this an opening sent from the Force? Should she take it?

Even though she agreed to help Cade and Marasiah try to change the demise and downfall of Anakin Skywalker, her heart still wasn’t fully in it.

But if I do this…then my life would be different. I wouldn’t have to worry about the loom of the dark spirit and the fear of following in Darth Vader’s footsteps.

Ania broke her train of thought, gingerly placing her hand on top of Padmé’s.

“I would like that.”

~S~

Anji growled softly, the nails of Allana’s fingers scratching his fur soothed him. He peeked open one eye after hearing his owner sigh in a forlorn manner.

He bumped his head along her hand before turning over to catch it between his paws.

“Oh Anji,” Allana smiled. “You’re so lucky to not have to be burdened with so much.”

Anji only looked up at her curiously, taking a finger in his mouth, gnawing on it softly.

She giggled and indulged him in belly rubs. She gave him a toy that she used to substitute for her finger.

Allana fell backwards, her back hitting the soft comfort of the bed. Four other beds were in the room and were currently unoccupied.

Ben must be with father and his siblings, she thought.

“The fact that I’m in the past is still terribly new to me.”

Anji mewled in response.

But…what about mother? And grandmother and grandfather?

She worried about the ones who had cared for her since she was young, wondering if they too somehow got sent back to the past.

“No…grandmother and grandfather are here…just younger looking,” Allana chuckled, then ended up in a pit of laughter.

Anji could only bounce on to the pet and pounce on her, which resulted in a playful sparring match.

The trees casted silhouettes when the sun started to descend from its high position, the moon rose, bringing forth the stars that were hidden from the sun’s powerful glare.

Maybe mother is here, but she’s in need of help.

With this thought in mind, Allana fell into a dreamless slumber, the crickets of Naboo lulling her into a peaceful state.

I will find her, I will find my mother, I can feel her.

~S~

Ben Skywalker left his three younger cousins to themselves, he felt tired after playing with them all day.

He walked up the steps that led him to the house when a string of fireflies stopped him in his path.

“Wow.”

The small lights swirled around him, almost like a dance and Ben’s face burst into a smile.

I’ve never seen something so beautiful.

All his life, he had to run and fight, but here in this moment, he can let his guard down. He’s never felt more peaceful before.

The fireflies left him and resumed his original destination.

Sitting on the balcony was a young woman with red hair, her knees pressed tightly against her chest with her arms around them.

Ben knew who she was the moment he saw her…his mother.

They both shared the trait of red hair, although his was lighter due to his father being blonde.

Ben shook his head, freeing them of thoughts. He snuck quietly towards her, wondering if she was as sharp as she was back when he remembered her.

“I wouldn’t move another step if I were you.”

Freezing in amusement, Ben lifted his hands showing that he meant no harm. “I see you’re still the same since the last time I saw you.”

Mara turned her head, raising a curious eyebrow. “You know me? Have we met in the future?”

“Yes, you were…a mentor of sorts,” Ben nodded his head, refusing to elaborate further on the matter. He plopped himself next to her on the balcony railing, leaning his head back showcasing his free nature.

Mara could only stare at him, something about Ben made her want to protect him with her life, which was a totally new feeling. She now just started to warm up to Luke, whereas the kid from the future sends her emotions and protective instincts in a frenzy.

“How close are we?”

No.

She couldn’t.

Mara cannot cling onto the sliver of hope that she could potentially be Luke Skywalker’s wife, the mother of his child. This would mean that her father-in-law would be Darth Vader, but to hell with it. She holds deep emotions that tie with the dreaded farmboy from Tatooine that she tried to kill not too long ago.

Ben gave her a small smile, one that she felt all her worry wash away.

“Very.”

~S~

Two red lightsabers clashed together. The smell of sulfur and ash filled their nose but at this point they hardly noticed it. It was a stark contrast from when they had first arrived.

“You’re too weak! I’m counting on you to be the demise of the Jedi, Vestara,” a nasal voice sneered, his eyes piercing the two opponents in the middle of the fighting ring.

The rest of the young Sith-on-training found it hard not to flinch at the obvious sign of anger in his tone.

Pausing to catch her breath, the young sith apprentice bowed , acknowledging her master’s words.

“Yes…Master.”

“Again.”

~S~

“Wow, he sure is doing a number on you, eh, Vestara?”

The brunette girl could only sigh. “I don’t even know what he means by that, it’s not like I know any Jedi from this timeline.”

The two apprentices were sitting on a rock outside of the temple, watching lone insects scurry scurry past them.

The blazing sun and the suffocating feeling of the Dark Side of the Force is warmly welcomed by Vestara Khai.

She remembered when she first awoke on this planet and was greeted with her master, Olaris Rhea, and the leader of the One Sith Order, A’Sharad Hett.

Definitely wasn’t a good welcoming party, she bitterly thought.

“Well, at least you have gained favor from them, you’re a favorite among the Sith Masters, y’know,” her friend nudged her. 

Vestara snorted. “I don’t want it.”

“Well that’s too bad,” Ahri snickered, rubbing dirt off his cheek. “You’re too popular so you better watch out. I heard Quinn was gonna challenge you sooner or later for the spot of the favorite.”

Her brown eyes flashed at the sound of a challenge. “Well, I wouldn’t want that to happen.”

The two friends smirked at each other, with the smell of rotten flesh and the sounds of pain echoing throughout the canyon.

~S~

Marasiah Fel, the empress of the Fel Empire, was considered to be a prodigy. There was nothing she couldn’t do and she owed all her talents to her bloodline. She commanded respect within the senate halls. Her lightsaber skills rivaled that of many talented Jedi Masters. She learned how to pilot a starfighter before she was five. Her kindness and generosity forged alliances within the galaxy. But, when it came to finding lost kids, she was at a total loss.

“Anakin Solo! Jaina? Jacen?”

Her brown hair was tied into a stylish bun, one that was simple and practical. Yet, during this game of hide-and-seek, the hairstyle fell apart, leaving her with her long locks in her face. 

This may be why I’m holding off on having an heir right now, she thought with a huff, children are a handful.

The Varykino Forest was medium sized and perfect for a stroll around the area. But the trees were currently the enemy of the game.

“Okay…just, breathe,” Marasiah held her breath. “Follow their Force Signatures.”

Closing her eyes, she reached out into the Force, and felt all living beings that resided here on the plot.

“Damn it! They hid themselves!” Marasiah was thrown out of her trance and set off to find them.

Venturing deeper into the forest, she came across a small lake, small birds flew over it, sunlight streamed through the canopy causing the water to sparkle.

There, sitting on large rocks, were the three Solo children.

“I found you!”

Jaina turned around and laughed happily. She and her brothers waited until the older woman joined them.

“Congrats. We were wondering if you got lost.”

Snorting, Marasiah tickled her very young grandmother.

“Now that I found you, can we talk?”

Jacen threw a stone in the lake, nodding his head allowing Sia to continue.

“It’s about Anakin–”

“Me!?”

Three heads turned towards Anakin Solo, whose face morphed into a pout when the attention was turned to him.

“No, no. Not you, Little Ani, I meant Big Ani, Anakin Skywalker,” Marasiah gave her best smile, hoping to ease the worries of her soon-to-be fallen uncle.

“Oh phew, I was gonna fight you if it were me,” Ani grinned and skipped over to the lake, ignoring the rest of the conversation.

Jaina and Jacen turned to Marasiah, silently telling her to speak.

Inhaling sharply, the brunette faced the two, her brown eyes pleading for help.“Can you help me turn Anakin Skywalker back to the light?”

~S~

Palpatine gave Bail Organa a careful smile.

“All will be revealed in due time and this war will come to an end, I assure you.” “Yes. But when–”

“Now I have some other pressing matter to discuss, after all the position of Supreme Chancellor is never easy. Good day Senator.”

Bail sighed, bowing slightly before the leader of the Republic.

“Good day…Chancellor.”

Palpatine kept his smile on until Organa left, that was when his true colors were shown.

“Bumbling fool, I need to get rid of him and quickly.”

He sat on his chair, opening a drawer, and pulled out a chip.

Connecting it to the holo-device he had, Palpatine waited until it was fully loaded. He waited until the notification signaled him that the imported message had been delivered before sitting back, allowing the stress to be removed from his body.

Once I become emperor, this entire galaxy will be destroyed.

After using the Force to close the blinds, he poured himself a cup of Corellian Whiskey.

A’Sharad Hett, do not fail me.

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Pairing: Valentino Rossi/Marc Marquez

Rating: E

Word count: 7650

“Good morning. I thought you were dead, you know?”

Marc’s voice jerks him awake like he’s been slapped with a wet, cold towel. He was floating in the peaceful, groggy mud of a slow awakening, but now he’s fully alert, and he’s –

Well.

He supposes he should get angry with himself, to begin with, but he’s just too spent to actually summon enough energy for it. He peers at Marc, though he’s sure it will give him an extra migraine, and he isn’t entirely surprised when he finds him half collapsed on a stool, pressing an ice pack to his forehead, wearing his sunglasses in the somnolent, milky light and frowning at the plate in front of him, probably debating with himself whether he should finish up his breakfast or not.

“What time is it?”

Valentino gags, the sensation of his tongue dragging along the dry insides of his mouth particularly nauseating now that he’s awake. Marc’s neck snaps towards his general direction, and it looks like his head could roll on the floor at any moment, too heavy for his own bones.

“Late. Three in the afternoon, more or less. Three and a half at most.”

The morning after and the night before: a mistake in two acts.

[craetor]

And here's 8/8

Wow it's so nice having this off my chest. Now I can write them showering together during summer without lingering concerns

Beginning of a series because I would never manage to wrap this into a comic format.

I'll get a cover done until hopefully chapter 2

[brainrot-yumm]

I DID IT I DID IT I DIDI TI

FINALLY AFTER A YEAR AND A HALF I HAVE WRITTEN CHAPTER TWO OF BOWSETTE BOWUIGI

JUST IN TIME FOR PRIDE MONTH

I LITERALLY JUST HAVE TO BETA READ MY SHIT AND POST IM SO FUCKING EXCITED

I fucking doubled my last word count this thing is 7650 words of family and the straightest gay I can muster

(now ignore the fact that chapter three is barely written and we're gonna be all good. I'm gonna try SO HARD to get that shit done at a more appropriate time)

I have to give my thanks to a YT video by Cora Maria on epithets in fanfic, because I was SO stuck during the last stretch and without it I would not have gotten through the rest of my writing as fast as I did. Like I was spending months on this and with her video I did the rest of it in two days. And also SFS for commenting such a nice comment on my fic a few months ago and getting me back interested in the project again.

I'll be getting that shit to Ette and Er as soon as I physically can but I've been writing for hours and haven't eaten yet so i'll b back lmao

[sleeplesscubes]

WAKE UP

WHITEBOARD JUST DROPPED

REBLOG SO WE GET MORE SILLYIES

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

HERE ARE THE OFFICE NUMBERS OF THE 20 REPUBLICANS WHO VOTED AGAINST JIM JORDAN ON FIRST BALLOT -

KEEP THE PRESSURE ON:

Bacon - (202) 225-4155, (402) 938-0300

Buck - (202) 225-4676, (720) 639-9165

Chavez - (202) 225-5711, (503) 387-8651

D'Esposito -(202) 225-5516, (516) 739-3008

Diaz-Balter - (202) 225-8576, (305) 470-8555

Ellzy - (202) 225-2002, (903) 602-7860

Garbino - (202) 225-7896, (631) 541-4225

Gimenez - (202) 225-2778, (305) 222-0160

Gonzalez - (202) 225-2531, (956) 682-5545

Granger - (202) 225-5071, (817) 338-0909 

James - (202) 225-4961, (586) 498-7122

Kelly - (202) 225-5406, (724) 342-7170 

Kiggans - (202) 225-4215, (757) 364-7650 

LaLota - (202) 225-3826, (631) 289-1097 

LaMalfa - (202) 225-3076, (530) 223-5898 

Lawler - (202) 225-6506, (845) 743-7130 

Rutherford - (202) 225-2501, (904) 831-5205 

Simpson - (202) 225-5531, (208) 334-1953 

Spartz - (202) 225-2276, (317) 848-0201 

Womack - (202) 225-4301, (479) 464-0446

[saturnslastgoodbyes]

with my 7650 twst gems I sha,l give everyone of my mutuals one gem