#CHP investigation

[trapangeles]

Tragic Accident Claims Pedestrian's Life on 60 Freeway in Boyle Heights

Boyle Heights, CA – A fatal incident occurred this evening on the eastbound 60 Freeway near Indiana Street, where a pedestrian was struck and killed by a vehicle. Authorities are currently investigating the circumstances surrounding the accident.

The identity of the victim has not been released, and it remains unclear why the pedestrian was on the freeway at the time of the collision. The driver involved remained at the scene and is cooperating with law enforcement officials.

This tragic event highlights the dangers pedestrians face when near or on freeway systems. The California Highway Patrol (CHP) advises that pedestrians should avoid freeway areas due to high-speed traffic and limited visibility.

As the investigation continues, authorities urge anyone with information about the incident to contact the CHP's East Los Angeles office.

Attribution: Information sourced from Key News.

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[infizero]

things get better before they get worse (a chp 4 weird route analysis/ramble)

(AKA how toby somehow managed to make the weird route even more awful and upsetting than it already was)

the weird route's continuation in chapter 4 is genuinely so much more sickening than i was expecting, but the thing that really hurts me is how the events of snowgrave have been recontextualized, and how all of us ended up being wrong about what the "point of no return" is for this route.

obviously, massive spoilers for deltarune chapter 3&4 weird route below.

to really explain the main point i want to focus on in this post, let's first briefly go over where the weird route left off at the end of chapter 2 and how the fandom generally expected things to go from there.

after returning to the light world, noelle assumes (or at tries to convince herself) that it was just a dream. and even if you make kris wear her watch, it's vague enough that noelle could still reasonably try to convince herself that they just somehow swiped it off her when she wasnt looking.

however one of the main things was that noelle vows to figure out why kris has been acting so differently recently.

thus myself and many others assumed that when we next saw noelle, she would be trying to investigate kris's behavior. maybe trying not to act uncomfortable around them, or maybe even making excuses to hang around them (despite the trauma she endured) to try and figure out what's going on with them.

we all also seemed to kinda assume that kris is just kind of stuck as our puppet here. they can't do anything about any of this, they're forced to just stand by in horror as we force them to do these things to her. a captive in their own body.

so when i started chapter 4 on my weird route save file and noelle took initiative to be the one to invite kris and susie over, that's immediately what i assumed was going on. i assumed she was trying to act somewhat normal and was bringing kris over in order to analyze their behavior in her quest to figure out what's going on.

i WAS a bit caught off guard by how really none of her dialogue around holiday manor changed, and i started to almost get a bit nervous that the effects of snowgrave on her mental state werent really being shown like i thought they would.

then she says she wants to speak to kris in private and i thought oh god, ok. this is where it's gonna kick in. she's putting on a happy face in public but when they're alone together she's gonna crumble and start asking why they did what they did and everything.

and this is when the cruelest part of the route hits.

because when we eavesdrop on their conversation, we find out some devastating information.

...kris apologized to noelle after snowgrave.

when they pulled the soul out at the end of chapter 2, they went to noelle's house and apologized for everything. they gave her her watch back (if you took it). they pulled the thorn (that becomes the thorn ring) out of her finger. they desperately tried to salvage their relationship with her after we ruined it.

but the thing that hurts the most about this, is that it WORKS.

noelle believes them. she accepts their apology. she's just so, so devastatingly happy that kris is back to being themself.

and we can see that without our involvement, at least for the time being, this is how it stays. if you just select either of the regular options, the aborted route jingle plays and things go back to normal.

i dont think ANYONE really expected that things would be salvageable after snowgrave. freezing berdly was treated as the "point of no return," where things would never be the same and kris and noelle's relationship would be forever tarnished. it was tragic, but it was expected.

but this makes it SO MUCH WORSE. because now we know that WASN'T the point of no return. by some miracle, kris successfully managed to clean up after us and mend things. there is a world where snowgrave happens and things still manage to mostly go back to normal.

which is why it hurts SO much more when we're able to ruin things again - for good this time.

this has to be one of the most devastating lines of the whole thing to me. think of how terrified and confused noelle is. kris had told her that everything would be fine and they were sorry. that they would protect her. and now from her perspective, its like all that was just a lie to get her guard down. it's awful.

this is the real point of no return. because there's literally no coming back from this, even aside from the noelle trance stuff. the first time she was able to trust them, but we've broken that trust forever now. if kris tries to do the same thing they did before, to apologize and fix things, she'll never believe them.

and that's of course not even discussing the presentation of this scene. the way the colors drastically shift and the screen darkens the second you say "me", the way everything sounds, how utterly horrified noelle looks the entire time, the way kris moves towards her and grabs her arm all zombie-like. and of course, when they actually stab her with the thorn... it's genuinely sickening.

the fact that it all happens in her room too just makes it feel so much more awful. this is her private space, where she should feel the safest, and yet...

but i think one of the other major reasons why this chapter's portion of the weird route was so upsetting is that we're finally getting to REALLY see kris's reaction to everything.

in chapter 2, we had the few bits of dialogue like susie's comment about kris looking off and the abort dialogues, and just the general understanding of kris as a character, to be able to determine that kris did NOT want to do snowgrave. they were suffering too, and it really adds to the horror of the route that kris is a victim as well.

but just like a lot of stuff with kris before these new chapters, it was pretty vague. if you paid attention you could get an understanding of what they were probably feeling, but it was very much in the background and sort of just implied.

but here? we finally get to REALLY see how our actions in snowgrave affected kris. and we get to see firsthand just how upset they are and how much they hate us for what we've done.

learning that kris tried desperately to salvage their relationship with noelle afterwards and specifically told her to not mention that they did in order to protect her from us is... i mean it's not surprising, it's what i've assumed they'd want to do all this time, but seeing it actually happen in the game after so long of just speculating... it's really really upsetting. they were trying so hard to keep us away from her.

and then, god. the scene afterwards of them kicking us in the bathroom. i was genuinely so shocked, i had my hand over my mouth when i saw it for the first time. seeing firsthand just HOW furious and upset they were, how loud the noises were every time they kicked the trash can, how hard they hit the soul and how long it went on for... it made me feel so bad that i legitimately whispered "im sorry" at the screen without even thinking about it.

and the fact that even after that scene, we get more moments of kris clearly not being ok. them starting to hyperventilate when theyre made to think of noelle, them getting so angry at us trying to make them "pray for noelle" that they smash the hope candles... literally no one can try to say that kris wanted to do snowgrave EVER again. toby's made it abundantly and heartbreakingly clear just how much they hate what we've done.

there's obviously more i could talk about when it comes to the new parts of the route, but these were the main points i wanted to focus on as i really think these two things (the reveal that snowgrave wasn't the point of no return, and kris's reactions being much more overt) are what make it so upsetting.

and from what we've seen, it's only going to get worse from here.

[asleepyy]

oopsie!omens pt4 - Golgotha.

After this, Jophiel decides she has his own investigating to do. (if u like this, help me continue by supporting me on my kofi < 3)

prev chp / kofi / AO3/ next chp

[mooyuun]

Caleb's Timeline. 🍎

A timeline post, so I can write little things that I liked about the cards, and their order.

Past time.

Decoherence. (Limited Myth Cards 5). i put the myth here and at the Future time section, because i think that the story of Lads is using a timeloop. So explanation in the future time section.

Borrowed Promise. (4) he really likes to do things for her, comically thinking about him carrying all the bags with that super thigh grandma jacket.

Summer’s Echo. (4)

Verified Rumor. (4) “honey” other of my fav voicelines

Pathless Realm. (Anecdote) if for some kind of magic or whatever MC doesn’t like Caleb, maybe Timothy can keep him 😆 their interaction makes a good plot for a BL school life shounen ai.

Stage Observer. (4) cutest memory, Caleb + microphone + MC = Hey everybody! I’m so in love that I will add this minute of how I’m happy to have MC in my life”. Also Caleb brain freezing when MC kissed him. 😂

Rain’s Embrace. (Bond Story affinity 5) “I’m gonna open it~~~” best voice line for me.

Longtime Yesterday. (4) i like that Caleb friends are so cool with MC too, there is some occasions sprinkled in some cards where Caleb's friends helps him to take care of MC and I think is cool because they acknowledge the importance that MC has in his life.

Skyline. (4) love that they both get anxious by the thought of the other getting a gf/bf, also so sweet that Caleb supports all MC dreams and how he says that he will take the responsibility so she can keep focusing in her dream of being a hunter.

Serpent's Cast (World Underneath). Not technically the past or totally focused on Caleb, but some info is before the main story, we know that EVER was watching Caleb for a long time. Also cool to see how serious is Caleb about MC security and how scary his evol is vs Viper.

Present time.

Under Deepspace chp. 1 (main story)

Under Deepspace chp. 4 (main story) he kabooms, and is cool to see how in the next chapters she gets an unhealthy obsession of discovering the reason of explosion, but he kabooms.

Serpent's Cast. (World Underneath) now we know that Caleb wasn't supposed to recieve all the blast of the explosion it was destined to kill MC and Grandma and damage him so he could be kidnapped, but of course since MC is important to him he concentrated the blast to him with his powers leaving his necklace there :,(. Also Mc is the girl EVER is searching so... a fast thinking of Caleb to protect her, it makes me think that grandma and Caleb, both, knew that keeping MC alive is the priority in every scenario. Also confirmed him being the subject 002 and so sad to see how he resist the ship, only in the lab he resisted it 429 times...

All Homecoming Wings. (main story) Is curious that Caleb, for now, is the motor of the main story. The reason of why she goes to all the adventures with the guys and now the reason of her investigation towards the chip, the little kid and Ever.

Endless Summer. (5) Caleb pls kiss MC already, MC nobody thinks that you actually had something in your eye girl…

Exclusive Aftertaste. (5) I think they kissed here, Caleb kinda changes course before fading to white, but the apple sound at the end also makes me think that they didn’t

Lucid Dream. (Permanent Myth Cards 5) someone rescue Caleb, poor boy is controlled by Ever and his only defense for now is a black hole in his own brain. Also MC matches his vibe, both of them are super attached to each other. Also poor MC, sadly she doesn’t have the big picture and she doesn’t understand that exposing herself in skyhaven means a future of deaths and torture. She usually doesn’t have good plans and is too hot headed in some occasions, at the end, the boys had to help/intervene to save her from death sometimes.

Hidden Waves. (5) MC finally tells him that he’s not alone and both can fight together, it seems that Caleb is realizing that he doesn’t need to do things alone.

Longtime Moments. (4) Both fight together, I think Caleb understands more that he doesn’t need to do everything for himself 🥹

Painful Signal. (5) MC is so furious that she’s trembling, go girl defend your boy!! Also Caleb is the meme lord and Gideon I luv u, I’m sad that people went without you in Valentine’s Day XD

Intertwined Gold. (4) the card that everybody thinks about since they talk about a kiss that we don’t know if is a future card or a card where it was implied. I love too how both of them are domestic already and how Caleb is like “she’s not bullied in her work right? 🤨”

Deceptive Solitude. (4) is really cool to see that Caleb helped MC to learn about how to shoot, it makes more clear how supportive of her dreams he is bcs he also offered to pay for her expenses so she can focus in her dream job (skyline card) also "lil sharpshooter" another nickname to our collection hihihi. I think this card is here bcs their relationship is waaay better that the akward intoduction of him to her friends + more confidence of MC to look at him naked lol.

Floating Floraletter. (5) infold couldn’t let us have a full happy card, right? But I actually like this one a lot, Caleb laugh is always loved 🥰 and this card is so important in the advancement of their relationship!! Now both of them knows that they need to enjoy the time that they have together at their fullest, no more times for little dances, no time for doubt, specially because both of them are always at death's door. Also Caleb looks ethereal in the card. (Also the kiss can be seen without the leaves blocking it, because sometimes you can see it when replaying the kindle, the wind seems to be generated at the moment so it will variate the leaves movements, so a win for us Caleb girlies!). imo. I don’t think that this card is before intertwined gold bcs they’re still hiding it from friends of MC and doesn’t make sense with the motto of living their love in the now.

No-Return Night. (5 Birthday Card 1). Ultra accurate name bcs oh boy, not only they totally confirmed their new mentality from Floating Floraletter, but they also did the horizontal tango, the devils dance and they fog the windows like whaaaat. Also a visible kiss without need to open and close the card like it happened in Floraletter (no gacha this time lol). Also MC is a precious confident woman she was hungry so she eat it yeah, the taps on the sofa from Caleb tells me that he was waiting for her to move and omg she moved and they moved. Of course this card is the point of no-return 100% confirmed relationship, not doubt.

Future Time.

Decoherence. (Limited Myth Cards 5) my favorite myth now, painful (chapter 1 already made me cry), knowing that their forces can destroy and create... also the story paralels how their life with EVER could be, so is a great card if you want to know about MC. Caleb as always, will sacrifice himself in the now and in the future and both are fated to destroy each other if they choose each other. Also it seems that Caleb really saw Philos and he knows about earth so for now this myth stays at the end of the timeline. But also the start since time is a loop between Philos and Earth She really choosed Caleb instead of going to Earth :,)

AU - Alternative Universe.

Tainted Cuts (5). the bad ending destroyed me, all the bad ends of the boys kinda parallels how a possible bad ending would be in main story. So thinking about how MC waited for him is too sad. Also we have a nest/bird reference like it happened in past cards with the seagulls and how it seems that MC abandoned the nest/disappeared, so maybe a reference for a future card or myth. At the end, if you go for the good ending, is fluff. This AU with Caleb didn’t feel dangerous, he is so mentally restrained that MC was not afraid of him and when he actually bites her, he runs (imo he literally trows himself to danger so he can die, because he’s so scared that he hurt her that I think he preferred to die than to live with the knowledge that he almost kills her 🥲)

[ralfmaximus]

California Highway Patrol (CHP) has since blamed the crash itself on intoxication, and the high speed at which the vehicle was traveling on a small, residential road. So that would seem to rule out any kind of snafu on the part of Tesla self-driving technology. But the Bay Area News Group has been going through the testimony of the CHP investigation. And the deaths appear to be more the result of the vehicle fire, as opposed to drugs, or injuries the victims sustained in the crash. And troublingly, that testimony also showed the Cybertruck’s doors could not be opened in the aftermath of the crash, preventing Riordan from pulling the other three victims from the flaming wreckage.

Another stupid Cybertruck incident, this time lethal. Four college students drunkenly crash their Cybertruck, which bursts into flames. Three of them die because the doors wouldn't open and the windows wouldn't break.

But the California Highway Patrol chalks it up to Stupid Drunk Teens Doing Stupid Shit.

Huh.

[black-fist-order]

You shot a journalist on live television. You struck another in the forehead while he was standing alone under a freeway. You sent one man into emergency surgery after punching a hole in his leg with a “less-lethal” round. You bruised a New York Times reporter’s ribcage. You gassed a foreign correspondent while she was wearing a press badge. You shot a 74-year-old woman in the back. You nailed a man in the chest with a 40mm grenade while he was holding a phone. And you left a woman bleeding from the skull in the middle of the street while people begged your officers to call an ambulance—and they didn’t...

And now you're "investigating..."

This is a public warning—not the kind your tactical goons give, with chest armor and foam rounds and dead eyes behind mirrored shields. No. This is a journalistic warning. You no longer get to control the narrative...

Closer to the Edge has completed a full, verified investigation of eight people injured by law enforcement during the protests in Los Angeles. Seven were journalists. One was a protester. All of them were harmed under your watch...

We are publishing their stories. One at a time. With verified quotes. With real names. With witness footage, medical updates, and your own damn statements when available. You told the public you’re investigating? Then we’ll do it faster, better, and with the one thing your officers seem allergic to: accountability...

Let’s preview what’s coming:

Lauren Tomasi was broadcasting live when the LAPD rode in on horseback. One of your officers lifted his weapon, aimed, fired, and struck her in the leg. “I got hit,” she said, her cameraman taking cover. The clip went global. The Prime Minister of Australia called it “horrific.” You told reporters you were “reviewing the footage.” That was the extent of it. She walked it off. We won’t...

Toby Canham was standing alone under a freeway overpass, filming with a tripod. He was not part of any crowd. A CHP officer shot him in the forehead. “Fuck, I just got shot in the head,” he yelled, the camera still rolling. He suffered whiplash and a hematoma. He told reporters, “I was the only person standing overlooking the freeway. I was an easy target.” And that’s exactly what you made him...

Nick Stern was hit in the leg by a 14-millimeter sponge round fired at close range. He collapsed. He was hospitalized and required surgery to remove the round from his thigh. He nearly passed out from blood loss. “I couldn’t walk. They had to carry me into the ER,” he said. He was on assignment, camera in hand. The only riot was what you unleashed on his body...

Livia Albeck-Ripka of The New York Times was struck just below the ribs. “It was pretty intense, instant pain,” she said. “I just have a nasty bruise. I’m lucky.” You haven’t even acknowledged that she was struck. Not publicly. Not once. You shot a reporter for the paper of record and didn’t even offer a press release...

Lauren Day was tear-gassed and struck with pepper rounds while reporting for Australia’s ABC network. Her cameraman was hit in the chest. “The fact that you’re press is no protection,” she said. Her face burned. Her throat swelled. She called it “a really shocking thing to experience in a democracy.” We call it cowardice with a badge...

Kimie Saito is 74 years old. She was covering a protest in Paramount for the World Socialist Web Site when officers shot her in the back with a rubber bullet. “I felt something hit my back,” she said. Her report is detailed, credible, and the only one of its kind. Not a single other media outlet has asked about her. But we will...

Sergio Olmos was filming with his iPhone when officers struck him in the chest with a 40mm sponge grenade. “I got hit in the chest and it’s a moment of, ‘What the fuck?’” he told CalMatters. “It was the most amount of less-lethals I’ve seen used in a single-day protest.” He’s been to war zones. This was worse. He said the police presence in L.A. was “like a civil war...”

And then there’s the unnamed woman protester. We still don’t know her name. But we’ve seen the footage: blood pouring from her skull, her body slumped on the pavement while people scream for help. “Call an ambulance! She’s bleeding!” they shout at your officers. You did nothing. Not one officer rendered aid. Not one officer called in medics. You formed a perimeter around a bleeding woman and stood there like statues—armed, armored, and useless...

We’re not forgetting any of them. You don’t get to disappear this...

Your “investigation” is a press strategy, not a pursuit of truth. Ours is public. Ours is exact. And when we publish these stories—one by one—you’ll feel every line like a direct hit. Not from a sponge round, but from the kind of weapon you fear most: documented, relentless, factual truth...

We don’t carry sponge grenades...

We carry quotes...

And we do not miss...

See you tomorrow...

[cheriipetal]

ᯓ★ Chp. 2 | Big feelings, Small words

Sypnosis .𖥔 ݁ You realized you didn't know eyelash boy's name so you made it a mission to find out what 's his name

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The owl plushie was a nice addition to your collection, Mrs. Moe recovered better once she had a friend by her side. She was glowing with happiness compared to last week! Has her fur gotten shinier?

You hummed in thought, your eyes drifted towards her new friend, maybe you should give the owl plushie a name. But your thoughts were scrambled by the countless options. You just couldn’t decide.

You had an idea, what if you just named it after the one who gave it to you? 

Then it hits you, you didn’t know eyelash boy’s actual name.

 Even in school you didn’t pay attention at all to your classmate’s names. Whenever you had to call them out you just said what they were wearing or you just said ‘hey you’ in an effort to not have that awkward moment of asking what their name was even if you got to know them for days. 

This was a hassle— but it was a challenge.

Your lips curled into a mischievous grin. A challenge that you were ready to take on. 

“Alright, Ms. Moe,” you whispered, holding Ms. Moe and the owl plushie by hand, side by side. “Let’s turn this into a mystery to solve! We’re gonna find out Eyelash boy’s name, and then maybe— we’ll name your new friend after him.” 

You giggled at your plan feeling like a detective on a secret investigation. 

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

When your mother dropped you off at school, you made your way to your classroom. You then kneeled and observed if your target was in the room— he was, just sitting there by himself and playing with his action figures. 

You then moved towards like you were a predator stalking your prey, quiet and stealthy. But the way you were moving caused some attention.

“Y/N, what are you doing…?” You hear a soft voice that makes you stop in your tracks like you were caught by a guard. 

You looked over and saw your friend, Kurage, she was one of the only people in the class that wasn’t annoying. 

“Nothing,” you sheepishly said, eyeing your friend and Eyelash Boy back and forth. 

“You know, you’ve been weird lately towards R—” you then shushed them. If Kurage was just gonna give you the answers this early your mission was gonna be pointless! 

“Don’t say his name! I’m on a secret mission and I can’t tell you! Okay?” You explained, your friend just gave you one last concerning look then just gave up putting some sense into you and just nodded along. 

As soon as your friend left you alone, you refocused on eyelash boy. He seemed oblivious to your presence, still engrossed in his action figures to even be aware of his surroundings. He was unaware— this was perfect. 

You casually slid into a seat near him, trying not to look obvious. You decided to observe him first. Maybe he’d give away his name somehow— on his bag, his lunchbox, something.

While you were busy analyzing his every move, he suddenly looked at your direction and caught you. You blew your cover! 

“Why are you staring at me?” he asked, tilting his head a bit, clearly annoyed. 

“I wasn’t staring at you—” you looked for anything that might change the topic and then your eyes landed on what he was holding, some sort of man with a superhero suit and a lizard-dinosaur thing…? It was some sort of monster you guessed “I was admiring your action figures! Yeah, they are pretty cool.” 

He narrowed his eyes, then held up one of them. “This is Ranger, and this is Godzilla,” he explained. “But you probably don’t watch their shows or movies.”

He was correct, you only watched Avatar the last airbender or winx club or whatever that show that was on TV most of the time. But you focused on him now grinning, sensing the opportunity. 

“Maybe not, but I’m a quick learner. Want to tell me more about them?” You hoped the conversation would lead to him eventually mentioning his name—he had to slip up eventually, right?

The dark green haired boy seemed hesitant but started talking about the shows that the action figures were in. You nodded along, you observed him more. He seemed to actually enjoy telling these characters a bit, you’ve never seen him this happy before. 

Maybe you should talk to him more, you mentally took note. 

Just as you were making progress, the teacher entered the room and began taking attendance— this was your moment! 

Just as the teacher was calling names for attendance, a loud ringtone blared from her bag, cutting through the quiet hum of the classroom. She quickly excused herself and stepped away from the classroom leaving the rest of the class astray. 

“Of course,” you muttered to yourself, slumping in your seat. Couldn’t she have turned it off before class?

With nothing else to do, you let your mind wander, retreating to the little world of your imagination where you were the center of the world. Your thoughts blurred into a swirl of colors and half-formed images. A distant field, a flicker of movement, and the thrill of chasing something just out of reach. The world around you faded, and for a moment, you weren’t in the classroom anymore.

“L/N Y/N!” Your teacher called out, it was like a splash of water waking you up. You tensed up in your seat, startled.

“Present,” you stammered, hoping the other kids didn’t know your little slip-up. 

As the teacher continued, when your mind was about to drift off again. Then it hit you— your heart sank. The boy’s names must’ve been called while you were off in your own head. 

Curse your short attention span. 

You slumped forward, burying your face in your hands, this was gonna be harder than you thought.

As the teacher continued to make an attendance, you felt your focus drifting again. That was a failed attempt, you should try it later again. The minutes passed by slower than they should’ve have, and you couldn’t help but wish for recess to hurry up. 

The bell rang, signaling the end of the lesson. The students around you began to chatter and shuffle out of their seats, eager to get out of the confines of the room.

You stretched your arms, feeling the tension relieved from your shoulders as you stood up and gathered your things. Recess— the perfect time for your investigation. You didn’t waste any time heading out of the classroom, pushing past the other students as they spilled into the hallway.

Out in the playground, the sounds of children playing and laughter surrounded you. Your eyes scanned at the area, then focused on a familiar person, Eyelash Boy. He wasn’t talking to anyone as usual, sitting near the edge of the school yard. 

Come to think of it, he was kinda alone most of the time in school. Unless he hung out with his brother but that’s it. 

Which made you amused for a bit but you did feel pity for him—  he was kind of cold and not really a person you’d be comfortable talking to, so it really wasn’t a surprise that no one really talks to him nor does he want to talk to other, but, you recalled back to him getting excited talking about his action figures with you, maybe he doesn’t realise that he needed a friend.

Alas, you came back home, like a soldier coming back from a losing war, and without the information you needed to name the owl plushie, you stared at it with guilt. Maybe you should’ve let your friend say his name earlier…

 Maybe you’ll get his name next week as you hoped.

But tomorrow, you won't be worrying about school or a failed mission. It was a weekend, and that meant a visit to Auntie Anri!

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

You weren’t related to Aunti Anri, but it did feel like she was like a mix of a cool aunt and a big sister to you. She was one of your mom’s closest friends, someone who had always been around. Your parents usually drop you off at her place when they are gonna be busy with work, you didn’t mind you had fun when you were there. 

You swayed your legs back and forth in the car seat impatiently, you looked over to the window and seeing the sights made you relaxed a bit, but the anticipation was still bubbling inside you.  

 

You haven’t visited her in a while because of moving, you couldn’t wait to see her again. You squeezed Mrs. Moe and owl plushie tightly. 

You arrived in the familiar sight of her house, you couldn’t hold back your excitement. You opened the car door once it parked and then you hopped over to her doorstep, your father chuckled at how pumped you were. 

You then rang the doorbell with a grin, heart racing in excitement. 

You then saw a familiar face, her soft and brownish-red hair and her kind and big eyes stared at you softly.

“Y/N-chan!” Anri then hugged you tightly, you could feel that warmth of hers and her usual perfume as well. 

She welcomed you, you then eagerly went inside her home and sunk in the soft cushions of the couch, placing Ms. Moe and owl plushie down. You heard murmurs of your parents and Anri, it was all grown-up talk so you didn’t pay attention to them.

They said their goodbyes to you and left, Aunty Anri told you to stay put so she can fetch some of your favorite snacks.

Your eyes drifted towards the tv, you then looked at the soccer merch that she had. The sound of the plate gently being placed on the table caught your attention. 

You then dig in on the wonderful snack and much to your heart’s content like you were appa. 

Anri sat next to you, eating as well. She took notice of the new addition to your plushies. “Oh? A new friend for Ms. Moe?” She gently said, looking at you with curiosity. 

“Yeah, it was an apology gift from a boy in class,” you answered her question, you tried to act unfazed. 

“what did he do exactly?” Aunty Anri asked further, much to your annoyance.

“He kicked a ball and it launched like a missile towards Ms. Moe and then it hit a glass of milk which spilled on Ms. Moe and made her wet and dirty.”

Anri gasped dramatically, placing a hand over her chest. “Poor Ms. Moe! What a crime. And this boy— did he survive your wrath?” she grinned clearly teasing you.

You rolled your eyes, still munching in your snack. “He was lucky I didn’t pop his ball.” 

Anri chuckled, leaning back on the couch. “Did he at least apologize properly?”

“I mean… yeah. He gave me the owl and said sorry, but he sucked at it. Boys are weird.” you shrugged. 

“they can be,” Anri agreed, she had a fair share of weird interactions with guys. She wishes that you wouldn’t grow through the same things she did. “But it sounds like he tried in his own way.”

“Yeah, he did. He’s still kind of annoying though but,” your sentence trailed off a bit in thought, what did you think of him? “I want to be friends with him.” 

“That’s a big change from ‘annoying’ what brought this on?”

“I mean he isn’t annoying I guess— but he isn’t that mean or anything. He's just different and is kind of hard to talk to” you quickly replied.

Anri nodded thoughtfully. “Different isn’t always bad. Sometimes, those are the friends who teach us the most about ourselves,” 

“Teach us what?” You innocently said.

“Well,” Anri began, leaning back into the couch, “maybe how to see the world from someone else’s eyes. Or how to handle someone that isn't exactly like you. It’s kind of what friendship is about— learning from each other.”

You felt like you were in a my little pony episode, that Auntie Anri was twilight sparkle. 

“And maybe,” she continued, “he might learn something from you too.” 

“like being awesome and as cool as me?”

“Exactly,” she giggled a bit, ruffling your hair. “But you know, being friends takes patience— and you need to learn that as well, and not everyone opens up right away.” 

You nodded, you felt a bit more motivated and a smile creeping on your face. “Guess, I could try.” 

“that’s the spirit,” she said warmly, “and if he still doesn’t open up then that’s fine not everyone has to be your friend,” 

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

It is Monday now, you lazily went out of your doorstep clearly not wanting to go to school now. But then you spotted the older brother at the front and you hid behind your parent's car trying not to be seen. You peeked over a bit watching as Eyelash Boy was still left behind their house. It kind of surprised you that they were still here, usually they left much earlier than you did.

You then heard what you’ve been wanting to hear for a long time.

“Rin, let’s go!” His older brother said to him, you practically jumped out of excitement. The mission was complete! You can finally name Ms. Moe’s friend after all.

You were already thinking of names based on Rin… Ron, Ri, Rinnie, and the one you liked the most was Ren. 

You stepped out from the car, trying to act casual waiting for your mom, but your excitement was through the roof. As you walked closer to your porch checking to see if your mom was gonna come out or not. 

You overheard the conversation between the brothers again. Rin didn’t seem to be in a rush to leave, but his older brother seemed to be more impatient at the moment.

“Nii-chan, wait for me,” Rin muttered, his voice softer than you’ve ever heard from him before.

Sae, on the other hand, seemed to have an understanding but annoyed look on his face. “Hurry up. We’re already late.” he said, voice blunt and commanding. He didn’t even acknowledge you at first, but then his eyes flickered towards you like he felt something was wrong.

Ruh roh.

You froze, caught off guard by his sudden attention towards you and his cold stare. It wasn’t unkind, but it felt distant— like you weren’t his time.

“Are you staring at something?” he asked, his tone was more judgemental than curious, though you couldn’t quite read it.

You blinked, eyes drifted at anything but him, taken aback by his question, but quickly recovered. “Oh! No, I— uh..” you stumbled over your words, a nervous laughter escaped you.

“Were you looking at my brother?” he said rather bluntly.

You looked up at him, your heart racing. “Well, not exactly,” 

He seemed to catch your nervousness. His gaze softened for a moment, his sharpness replaced with something more neutral. “Ah. You must be the one who got the owl plushie, huh?” his word deliberate, as though he knew the answer already. 

“uh, yeah… he gave it to me as an apology,” you answered, unsure of how much detail he wanted.

He gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, his gaze still fixed on you. “He’s not the type to give something like that away easily,” he muttered, almost to himself. Then he realised he might’ve said more than he intended, he straightened up, looking away. “Just don’t make him regret it,” 

You blinked, unsure if you should say something back. But before you could even muster any words— he was already turning and walking away. Leaving you standing there and processing his words.

You tried to wrap your head around what he said. “Don’t make him regret it.” you couldn’t shake the thought. Was that a warning..? Or was that just some older brother protectiveness? Either way the words struck you.

It wasn’t like you had a plan to force yourself into Rin’s life, but there was something about the way he gave you the owl plushie. It was his way of apologizing— awkward, yes, but genuine. And Aunty Anri’s words echoed through your mind. “He tried in his own way.”

Aunty Anri was right. Maybe Rin wasn’t the easiest person to get along with but it didn’t mean you couldn’t try. You did say you wanted to be friends with him, after all. 

The mission has already been renewed. No longer was it just getting his name or resolving the issue with Mrs. Moe. Now, it was about becoming friends with him. He’d done the part apologizing, but now it was your turn to do the same— to meet him halfway.

The next step was simple: talk to him. You’ve done it before, that seemed the easiest way to start. You weren’t going to let things stay awkward between you two. You were determined, he wasn’t a big talker, but there was something to make him tick. 

The only way to find out was to try.

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Not sure if any kemoji fans also read phanbus (and vice versa) but I've been chewing on the idea of a crossover bc i think it'd be fun

Exhibit A

Kabane & Mogari

>the mc's of course

>guy who eats evil spirts vs kid ghoul

Shiki & Eugene

>only ones with brain cells

>Shiki is a spider kemono

Akira & Zaki

>manga lovers

>plus akira can handle zaki's personality

>Akira is a yuki onoko

Kon & Tamon

>Kon is such a wildcard, I think she'd be fun with anyone tbh

>Kon is a kitsune

(she does bite if anyone tries to touch her ears though)

And finally Inugami and Noir

>smokers who use guns

>Inugami is a tanuki

Friend also suggested Noir and Mihai

>human vs vampire

As much as I love kemono jihen it is very dark (especially in the beginning) and I suggest looking here for content warnings

There is an anime that covers up to Vol 6, chp 22 (just a couple pages), if that's where you wanna start (once again heed the content warnings)

The official english is up to vol 16 (vol 17 comes out in July yay!) and jp just released vol 23 last month

Wiki summary:

"When a series of animal bodies that rot away after a single night begin appearing in a remote mountain village, Inugami, a detective from Tokyo who specializes in the occult, is called to investigate.

While working the case, he befriends a strange boy who works in the field every day instead of going to school. Shunned by his peers and nicknamed "Dorotabo" after a yokai that lives in the mud, he helps Inugami uncover the truth behind the killings - but supernatural forces are at work, and while Dorotabo is just a nickname, it might not be the only thing about the boy that isn't human."

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Want to Go Home With You (Bring Me a Home) Chp. 3

Rating: Teen and Up (May Change With Future Chapters) CW: None, at least for now Tags: Alternate Universe - Mermaids, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down, Hurt/Comfort, Dialogue Heavy, Took Canon Out Back And Pulled an Old Yeller, Mer!Steve Harrington, Fisherman!Eddie Munson, Packless Steve Harrington (kind of?), Soft Steve Harrington, Confused Steve Harrington, Lonely Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington Wants to be Loved, Mermaids with Animal Like Instincts, Future Propositioning, Lowkey Might Involve Some Omegaverse Aspects in the Future (Not Sorry), Steve Harrington Has Powers (Like Starfire in Teen Titans)

Read the first part over here

Read the fourth part over here

Can also be read on AO3

🧜‍♂️—————🧜‍♂️ He made an effort to see Steve every morning. Which made his uncle suspicious, an understandable circumstance, but Eddie tended to have a good excuse. Even if it was a half-yelled thing out the door. He pulled that this morning on his way to the dock. When he arrived, he found the boat to be rocking as if it was sitting on uneasy waters.

It wasn’t, which in turn made Eddie’s hackles rise. But he feigned ignorance. Steve was waiting for him out there, probably confused as to why he’s running late, wondering where his new friend has gone. Eddie can’t even begin to believe that he’s friends with a mermaid, let alone a merman, let alone a merman that he sorta—kinda—maybe he’s falling ass over heels with. Maybe.

With his back turned to the ocean waves, Eddie can settle all his supplies before undoing the rope tying him to the dock. And when he’s off, he takes grand notice to the fact that the boat feels a bit…heavier. He brushes it off, for now. His uncle probably made a midday trip or maybe there’s some leftover equipment that shouldn’t be there. The covered seating area may have an extra net, but Eddie won’t investigate. All is usual. Or as usual as it should be.

However, when he finally slows in the water, everything seems just a bit more off. The net doesn’t get climbed into. There’s no flickering light of Steve’s beautiful tail. In fact, Eddie’s completely alone. Something in him sours, just a tad.

He gets about his morning fishing. Getting the tackle. Baiting the hook. Tossing it over the side. And then he just sits and waits. His least favorite part about fishing. All the ways in which he has to wait. Maybe he liked having Steve there because he’s a buffer. An odd ball thing that has broken English and moles all over his naked skin, who keeps bringing Eddie copious amounts of pearls even when there’s nothing to give back, a merman who just wants a home with love. To which Eddie wishes he could supply.

After a few minutes more of silence and waiting and no fish, Eddie gets ready to call it a day. Cut his losses. Mourn his tentative friendship. Maybe even wonder if he’d been hallucinating Steve’s existence this entire time. But just as he stands to reel in the line, something big with short claws grips to his ankle viciously.

He yelps, stumbling. Tripping over the little bench he’d been sat on. Landing with a resound thunk against the boat’s floor.

“Sorry,” a familiar voice sheepishly murmurs. “I have surprise.”

Steve. Eddie blinks. His butt burns now. And this can’t be right. But—

“Steve?” He calls out hesitantly.

The boat begins to rock back and forth. Enough to fear toppling over. Eddie grips to something nearby, the leg of his bench, and white knuckles through another churn of surprise. He hears Steve before he really sees him. Thumping of—what must be—his magnificent tail. The wet slap of his palms against the boat. His exerted panting as he wriggles himself closer and closer. Until, without warning, his entire body eclipses over Eddie. Big, gorgeous, wet eyes blinking down at him—crinkled because Steve’s smiling something dopey. He’s chirping in the back of his throat, all the more excited.

Before he can get the words out to tell Steve to go away, to get back in the water, to remind him again that he can’t come home with him—Steve’s mouth opens. “I have surprise,” he repeats. “You will like it. Something for Eddie!” And without much else of a warning, Steve unhinges his jaw just a little wider. His throat works as if he’s about to cough up a hairball, and for a very dire and very serious moment Eddie believes that to be the case. But instead, what comes flying from Steve’s mouth, is an oblong off-white pearl. Just like the one from days prior. Hitting him square in the eye.

He can’t acknowledge the minor ache through his eyeball. Not with whatever science supernatural bullshit just happened. “What the—“ Eddie whispers, the beginning of a startled question.

“I kissed oyster,” Steve explains as if that makes everything suddenly make a drop of sense. “And now I make pearls,” he giddily and loudly whispers.

“Steve, you—I can’t—What?”

“What if I kiss Eddie?” Steve asks aloud. It’s not a question posed for Eddie. Because the next thing he knows, Steve’s big and—kind of disgustingly—moist hands are cupping his face. Angling it in such a way that his neck is craned and his head is several inches off the floor. Then, he’s swooping down for a very harsh, messy, and uncoordinated kiss. Eddie yelps in the back of his throat—shocked beyond repair—and swallows down a sudden intrusion. Steve’s tongue wrestling into the back of his mouth.

He slaps at Steve’s side, trying to get him off. Shoving him a little, even. Get him to slow down because, yes Eddie is liking this, but also they should definitely be giving this more food for thought. But generally gives up when he realizes that whatever Steve is doing…isn’t going to stop.

Not until he’s satisfied, dropping Eddie’s head unceremoniously. And then pushing himself up by just his arms, tail still between Eddie’s legs. “Now wait,” Steve states, that same giddiness returning.

“Bah—“ Eddie chokes out. “But…What? You just kissed me and you’re not even gonna talk about it?!” He asks incredulously. “And the…the—You make pearls!”

Steve merely shrugs. “Kiss was okay,” he critiques in that odd broken way he does. “Teeth are funny. Not like mine. Weird, Eddie.”

Eddie can only roll his eyes.

Then, Steve’s own eyes widen. His mouth pinching down in a confused, Muppet way. Nostrils flaring. Eyebrows flying to his hairline. And then he…Steve kicks Eddie’s shin.

But instead of his tail—

There’s a whole fucking foot against Eddie’s leg.

He screams because Steve begins screaming, chirping something distressed. And he doesn’t know what the fuck to do. He’s just turned an actual, real life merman into a human.

Intelligently, Eddie states, “This is nothing like The Little Mermaid.” Steve scrambles backwards from him, far enough to hit the other side of the boat. Legs bent in front of him, knees up his chest, eyes watching his brand new toes spread. He hisses at each one of his own movements. And then looks up startled to Eddie.

“I am human?!” He yells. “My…My tail!” His hands reach out to his calves. Hefting up his right leg to his line of sight, following the way his new muscles flex. The toned and almost chiseled muscle of his shin and the apparent veins in his foot, poking and prodding at the soft sole. He trills when he accidentally tickles himself. Confusion melting into curiosity melting into soft awe.

However, Eddie realizes there’s one very important detail to Steve’s tail being gone. He’s nude. Bare ass naked on the deck of Wayne’s beloved boat. Penis out to the salty wind. “Oh my god,” Eddie mutters in a daze. He hefts himself up and reaches out for his bag of supplies. He’s got to have pants or something somewhere—anything that he can loan. Though, Steve’s legs are thicker than his, and his wait is a little pudgier, too. Eddie’s not even sure if his clothes will fit, but it’s worth a shot. Miraculously, he reveals a pair of basketball shorts. Where they came from, Eddie’s not sure, but thank god they’re here. “Steve,” he manages to call.

Steve drops his leg back down. Manspreading. All of his everything on display.

Fuck the fact that he can produce pearls like hairballs. And that he still has visible gills on his ribs. And that his teeth are still sharp. His fucking dick and balls are touching the boat.

Eddie can hardly believe his life. He steps forward tentatively and thrusts the shorts into Steve’s face. “Put these on,” he lightly demands. “I cannot believe you right now.”

The shorts are taken hesitantly. Though, Steve makes no move to put them on. “Eddie?” He searches softly. “How to put on?”

“Oh, Jesus,” Eddie mutters. He tries to keep his eyes on Steve’s face and holds his hands out for him to take. When Steve takes them, Eddie pulls him up to stand fully. He wobbles, legs new and like a newborn deer, and stumbles chest to Eddie’s. “Okay,” he sighs. “I’m gonna help you put these on. And we are never going to talk about this again.”

“Why? I do wrong?”

“No. Just—Put your hands on my shoulders and let me…Just let me put these on. Your business is out for the whole world to see.” Steve does what he’s told. His still sharp and short curled nails digging into Eddie’s flannel. Knobby knees knocking into his tall, rubber boots. He crouches down slightly with Steve attached, bunches the right leg of the shorts and holds it to Steve’s foot. “Okay, I want you to raise this leg a little—Just a little.” He does so, wobbling again when he doesn’t fully lean his weight into Eddie. But Eddie has him.

He’s got him because this must be the most confusing experience somebody can have. And Eddie thought he was confused. Steve looks so completely unsure, it’s like his brain is smoking inside his head.

The shorts are pulled all the way up to his waist. Tied deftly and quickly. And then Eddie maneuvers them to sit down on the bench he previously occupied.

“Okay,” he states low. “I need you to explain a couple things. First of all, how’d you get on my boat? Secondly, and maybe my understanding is just wrong, but you kiss something and gain the ability of that…thing?”

Steve looks down at his new legs. Kicks them in front of himself. Giggling lightly as his feet swing back and forth. He looks back up, repeating the motion. “I snuck,” he states.

“I’m aware.”

“No people. Just me. No Eddie. I surprise,” he rushes. “So I climb careful. Hide under net. And wait.”

Eddie nods once. “Alright,” he sighs. Rubs a hand between his eyebrows. “Alright, Steve. So…The kiss thing?”

“Oh!” He quietly exclaims. “Mer do that,” he explains, “but I had no reason. Until Eddie.” Steve leans into Eddie’s space, knocking their shoulders together. Trilling and smiling. His eyes soft and his teeth sharp, but all of him rather lovely. He even smells good. Different. Sweeter. “I make pearls for you. I did not know I could be human, Eddie.”

“You didn’t…”

Steve shakes his head. “Mm-mm. First time. Can have warm now? Go home? With you?” His eyes change, then. Imploring. Desperate. Begging. “I no have home. No warm. With you, please. Go with pretty Eddie?”

“Wait,” he states firmly. “I still don’t understand. How do mer do the thing you just did? Why can you even do that? What’s the point? Is it a forever thing? Do I need to worry about you dying on me because you don’t have water? What if I can’t—“

A hand sets itself gently on Eddie’s forearm. “Calm,” Steve murmurs. His thumb swipes in soothing stripes. Up and down and up and down—a beautiful little thing. Eddie takes a deep breath, blowing it out measured and slow. Steve’s pleased by it, nuzzling his cheek into Eddie’s shoulder. Don’t fall in love, don’t fall in love, don’t…Eddie repeats to himself.

“Calm,” Steve repeats. “I learn from kissing,” he softly explains. “Like…nah-ledge of love. Slow learning. Over time. I will be better with my words. And moving like you.” He sighs something a little sad. “Mer do it to survive,” he whispers.

“Survive?” Eddie asks at the same volume.

Steve nods solemnly. “If we are not special, then…I do not want to say.”

Eddie presses his fingers into the back of Steve’s hand on his forearm. Massaging his veins ever so softly. Comforting. “It’s okay,” he murmurs, “you can tell me, Steve. Our secret, remember?”

He takes a deep breath. Exhales, “We get killed.” His hand tightens on Eddie’s arm. Closes his eyes in a careful moment of grief. Looks forlorn over his shoulder to the ocean. “I no have love. Because they are dead. Humans…humans kill us.”

“I—“ Eddie rasps. “Steve, I’m sorry.”

Meekly shrugs. “I waited to meet you,” he admits quietly. “I watched for long time. From the water. But you are nice. Sweet. Pretty. I can trust you. I can, right?”

“Of course,” Eddie immediately says. “Steve, I would never hurt you. I—“

And Wayne’s going to kill him, probably. Shave his head or something. But he can’t take the sad little glaze to Steve’s eyes. Can’t take his shaking torso and all his distressed quiet sounds. The way he grips harder to Eddie, leans in just a little closer, tries to nuzzle.

“—I’m gonna take you back with me. Get you some warm clothes. Help you take your first bath. And we’ll have some hot, delicious lunch. My uncle can be mad later.”

“Really?” Steve asks, excited, wriggling a bit on his seat. “I go with?”

Eddie hums his agreement. “Warm can be yours, Stevie. Let’s get you inside and warm.”

Loved, he doesn’t say.

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The Shadows Are Coming Chp. 1 - TBB Fanfiction

Relationships - CT-9904 | Crosshair & CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, CT-9904 | Crosshair & CT-1409 | Echo & CT-9901 | Hunter & CT-9902 | Tech & CT-9903 | Wrecker, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & CT-9902 | Tech, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & CT-9901 | Hunter, CT-9904 | Crosshair & CT-9901 | Hunter, CT-9901 | Hunter & CT-9903 | Wrecker, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & CT-9903 | Wrecker

Tags - Angst, Whump, Horror, Blood and Gore, Gore, Blood and Injury, Zombies, Mission Fic, Missions Gone Wrong, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo Needs a Hug, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo Whump, CT-9904 | Crosshair Needs a Hug, Soft CT-9904 | Crosshair, Protective CT-9904 | Crosshair, Hurt CT-9904 | Crosshair, Hurt CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, Protective CT-9901 | Hunter, CT-9901 | Hunter Needs A Hug, Hurt CT-9902 | Tech, Protective CT-9902 | Tech, CT-9903 | Wrecker Whump, Protective Siblings, Cannibalism, Everyone Needs A Hug

Summary - The Batch was called to investigate a base on a secluded planet after the Republic lost contact with it. It was suspected that the Separatists had tested a new bio weapon there, as the last communication with the base talked about a sickness, with the background noise of screaming and coughs. No one knew what they would find there, the Batch were the unlucky ones to figure it out.

Or, tbb zombie fic set before the events of Aftermath

Word Count - 3,244

Read on AO3

Notes: guys, please, if you can't handle gore, don't read this. this is by far the goriest shit I have ever written, and I've written some gore before... but, if you're a weirdo like me and enjoy reading gore, by all means please enjoy <3 anyways, I've been so excited to share this fic! sadly, I have not finished writing all of it yet, so I don't have a schedule for the updates... I'm really only posting this now because i got to a really slow part and needed interactions to motivate me :D (Also I wanted to post a fic for my birthday cuz I did that last year [please no one look at it it was the first fic I ever wrote]) The title is from the song Shadows by Nick Lutsko, it’s a pretty good song and I think it sort of fits this fic Anyways, please enjoy your gore and horror!

The ship jostled as it came out of hyperspace, rousing Echo awake. He blinked his eyes open, turning onto his side. His hearing aid pressed uncomfortably against his ear. The ARC trooper’s heart was fast from a dream that was already fading.

Crosshair sat across from him, cleaning his rifle silently. He glanced up at Echo’s movement, but ignored him as the ARC sat up. He rubbed his eyes, then reached for his headset underneath his bunk. He replaced his hearing aids with it, then leaned back against the wall. 

His dreams were getting better. They were still there, always would be, but they were better. Half of the time he couldn’t even remember what event it was about, what twisted things his mind showed him. The other half… weren’t pleasant.

“Landing in five.” Hunter announced, rousing Echo from his thoughts. He leaned against the door frame of the cockpit, looking over the two troopers. Echo held a thumbs up and Crosshair nodded. The sergeant went back into the cockpit to help with the landing, though it was usually Echo’s job.

Wrecker mumbled a quick “‘morning,” to Echo as he passed him. The ARC hummed in response, not really having the energy to respond yet. He worked out a crick in his neck, then got up and followed the big guy to the cockpit with the others.

The planet itself was dark, always covered in a thick fog no matter where you went. The planet may as well have had no sun. Despite the dark, it was thick with vegetation, though half of it was poisonous; according to Tech’s ramblings.

The fog washed over the window as Tech lowered the ship for a landing. Echo yawned, covering his mouth. He blinked, looking out into the fog. The lights from the ship painted parts of it an orange-yellow, but beyond that, he doubted even Crosshair could see anything.

The sharpshooter shouldered his firepuncher and opened the door to the ship. Echo shuddered as cold flowed inside. He tapped his finger on his thigh anxiously. Wrecker, carrying a pack of more than enough explosives, left the Marauder first.

Echo only hesitated a moment after that before braving the cold humidity. The forest was unnaturally silent. He swallowed the lump forming in his throat. Hunter patted his shoulder as he passed him, taking point.

The group had received a call from Cody, stating that they had lost contact with the base after a chilling holo. He said that it was likely that a new separatist bio weapon was tested there, since it was secluded from any other bases. The quiet and seclusion somewhat reminded Echo of Rishi. He hoped the troops here didn’t meet a similar end as his first squad did.

Since it was a bio weapon they were dealing with, helmets stayed on. Echo was perfectly fine with that, but he knew Wrecker would be a bit annoyed. The bruiser seemed to like taking his helmet off in the middle of a mission, resting it on the top of his head when there was a quiet moment between fights.

Hunter led the group through the forest, towards the base. The group was silent as they walked, blending in with the rest of the planet. Echo didn’t like that he couldn’t see ten feet in front of him, he stayed close to his brothers.

The planet made him feel strange, like it was clawing into his brain to make him worried and anxious. He flinched with every sound the group made, feeling as though they needed to be completely silent.

“Something the matter, reg?” Crosshair teased. Echo turned to him and shrugged. Something was definitely the matter, but he wasn’t about to vent while they were on a mission.

“Nothing important,” He muttered in response. Crosshair eyed him for a moment longer, then turned away silently. Echo couldn't count how many times he wished he could read the sharpshooter as well as he could read Echo.

The group fell into silence again, though Echo wished they hadn’t. He couldn’t stand the silence, he never liked it. On Rishi, he had to fill it with rambling on about the reg manuals, of course Fives and Cutup usually chatted loud enough for him to not really need to. In the 501st there had been enough chaos, even when they were on leave, for him to feel content. It was on Skako when it became a problem, when all he ever got was either silence or screaming. He preferred the silence then, now it just made him want to vomit.

There was a break in the fog. A large metal door was in front of the group now. Hunter turned to Tech and Echo, nodding his head towards the panel and scomp port beside the door. Echo and Tech both headed towards the machinery, Tech plugging in his datapad and Echo linking up with the port.

Along with getting the door open, Echo tried to search for any holo feed or comm chatter, hoping that he could figure out what they were about to face inside. He shuddered again as he remembered the holo call they were shown prior to the mission. Troopers had been screaming, coughing, and firing blaster bolts wildly. One had yelled something about monsters, and not to breathe.

Of course, the Batch had been sent to investigate. Because they were skilled enough to handle it, according to whoever was in charge. Tech had said on the way here that he wanted a sample to maybe find a cure on his own, and that had really been all they needed to be convinced enough to go. They all knew Tech would never let them forget about how much he had wanted that sample, and they’d rather not face the splicer’s wrath.

With a loud clang and the groaning of machinery, the large door slowly started to open. Echo and Tech both went back to the group and readied their blasters. They weren’t sure what they’d find, and rather not risk being caught off guard.

“I am picking up three life signs inside,” Tech announced, looking up from his data pad. Its green glow cast his face in an eerie light.

“I guess this is a rescue mission too now.” Hunter mumbled as he slowly entered the base. He gave no indication of needing to worry about immediate attack. His shoulders were tense, but not how they were when he heard or sensed something unusual. The rest of the Batch entered the base.

The door opened into a large hangar area. A few ships were scattered about, but strangely all of them were very damaged. This base didn’t see much battle, so there was no reason for every single one of the ships to be in such disrepair.

“It’s creepy in ‘ere.” Wrecker mumbled at Echo’s side. Crosshair turned his head dramatically to show he was rolling his eyes. Echo patted the big guy on the shoulder.

“Don’t worry Wreck, I’m sure Cross’ll hold your hand.” Echo teased, feeling glad to bring back the group’s usual light mood. Echo could imagine Wrecker’s pouty look at the teasing. Crosshair hissed a quick “I will not,” then bumped Echo’s shoulder.

“I’d suggest we go to the command center,” Tech said, bringing them back on track. The group agreed, and they all left the silent hangar to navigate through the equally silent halls. 

Echo fell back slightly, wanting to get a better look at the state of the base. He ran his hand along the wall for a moment, then rubbed the dust that stuck to his fingers. He paused, turning around and looking back the way they came.

There should have been workers in the hangar, even if some were sick. He knew from experience that many clones would ignore their own health to continue doing their job, it shouldn’t be any different here. It was a dark thought, but they should have found a body by now.

Hunter tried his best to ignore the headache that had started as soon as they opened the hangar doors. It was ruining his senses, so much so that he could barely feel his brothers right next to him. He almost didn’t notice when Echo fell behind, the fact only coming to his attention when Crosshair called the ARC trooper back.

He blinked away another sharp pain in his skull. The pain would come and go in a pattern. The pattern, combined with the loudness of it, reminded him of someone banging drums right in his ear. Not the most pleasant feeling by a landslide.

He wished he could ask Tech for some of the medicine he knew the splicer always carried with him, but they couldn’t take off their helmets. Even so, it’d be wise to let them all know that his senses wouldn’t be up to par for this mission.

“I’m having trouble sensing anything in here, got a headache as soon as the doors opened,” He announced, slowing to be sure they all heard. He could see the way Tech’s eyes crinkled in a confused frown.

“That is irregular,” Tech responded. Hunter nodded silently. Irregular or not, it was happening and he couldn’t do anything about it. “I’ll see if there is some kind of machinery in the base affecting you.” Tech said before turning back down to his datapad. “Take a right here.” He said a moment later, taking it upon himself to direct the group when Hunter couldn’t.

“I’ve been feeling a little weird too,” Echo supplied quietly. “Something about this place just feels wrong.” Hunter and Echo both had similar problems with the occasional piece of machinery affecting them. With Hunter’s senses, and Echo’s electronic parts, if something was jamming electronic signals, both of them would be having a rough time.

“Wrong, would be one way to describe this facility.” Tech replied, not looking up from his datapad. He gave Hunter another direction and the group changed course as they turned the corner.

“Very scary,” Crosshair drawled sarcastically. Hunter glanced to see Crosshair leaning his head towards Wrecker, likely a smirk underneath his bucket. Wrecker retaliated with a sharp “shut up,” then the group fell silent again.

Hunter squinted his eyes as another wave of pain assaulted him. He held out hope that there would be some kind of machinery in the command center that would dampen the disturbance. He wasn’t too optimistic, though.

It wasn’t long before the group came to another door. This time Tech hacked it from his datapad, saving Echo the trouble of scomping in. it opened with a hiss, revealing an empty command center. The group paused, none being sure of what to make of it. Hunter shook his head, blinking away some of the pressure in his skull, and entered the room.

“Tech, Echo, see if you can pull up some cameras to see what happened.” He ordered, the two quickly rushed off the separate consoles and pressed an assortment of buttons. Hunter could never wrap his mind around how easily the two seemed to know what button to press or code to input to get just about any machinery to listen to them. It probably helped that the two were about as in sync as Tech and Crosshair were. It was like the twins became triplets, if Crosshair wouldn’t be so standoffish with the former reg.

“Hey sarge,” Wrecker whispered, though it was far from quiet, “how come there aren’t any… y’know… bodies?” He hissed nervously. Hunter could imagine how his nose scrunched up at the last word. Despite his love of destruction and explosions, Wrecker despised death, as many would. Sometimes Hunter wondered if Wrecker would be a pacifist if there wasn’t a war, then he remembered all the times he and Crosshair antagonized some regs that gave them funny looks.

“I don’t know,” He mumbled, “Tech did say that there were still some life signs, so maybe they moved them for a proper burial?” He tried. The fact that there were no bodies chilled him. He wished Wrecker hadn’t pointed it out, but he knew they were all thinking it anyway.

“Don’t get your blacks in a bunch, Wreck.” Crosshair chided, keeping the mood light with his dry humor. “It’s not like some big scary monster is gonna jump out at you.”

“Even if one did, you would be more than equipped to handle it.” Tech cut in cheerily. “How are things on your end, Echo?” He turned back to the ARC, who had fallen strangely silent throughout the bit of banter.

Echo didn’t respond. They all turned to him. He wasn’t scomped in, so it wasn’t like he hadn’t heard them. Hunter walked over to the silent trooper.

“Echo?” He moved to place a hand on his shoulder, to rouse him of whatever headspace he was trapped in, but froze as something caught his eye. He turned to where Echo was staring, immediately feeling sick to his stomach.

Cramped in between two consoles, was a bloodied trooper. His helmet was off, his vacant eyes rolled to the back of his head. A long line across his neck still leaked blood, there was a hole in his chest where Hunter knew his heart should be. Several of the trooper’s limbs were missing. His lower jaw was hanging, disconnected on one side of his face.

Hunter gagged as he turned away, not being able to bear the sight anymore. He leaned over one of the consoles, breathing heavily. The others all stopped what they were doing, moving to rush to the gruesome sight.

“No- don’t-” He held a hand up, effectively halting the group. “Y-you don’t wanna see that.” He spat out, nose scrunching in disgust.

“Hunter, what the kark is it-” Crosshair said, stopping short as he finally tilted his head enough to see what had scared Hunter so terribly. Crosshair flinched back, hand going to his helmet as if he were trying to cover his mouth. Wrecker grabbed his wrist quickly, making sure the sharpshooter didn’t take off his helmet in his haste.

Crosshair’s reaction seemed to be enough for the others to not feel the need to see it. Wrecker took several steps back, dragging the other with him protectively. Hunter, very reluctantly, turned back to Echo. He tried to avoid looking at the mangled corpse, and was mostly successful.

“Echo,” He said again, the ARC still hadn’t moved. “Echo, step away from the body.” Hunter urged. Echo seemed to have the exact opposite reaction that the others did, not being able to tear his gaze away. Even worse, for once in his life disobeying orders, he took a step closer to it.

“Reg!” Crosshair hissed desperately. Echo didn’t seem to notice it as he crouched down in front of the body. Hunter stared in horror at Echo’s silent fascination with it.

“A sickness can’t do this.” Echo mumbled, the first thing he said since they entered the room. They all stared at him. He sounded terrifyingly detached. “Blasters can’t do this either.” He continued numbly.

“Echo, step away from it!” Hunter ordered harshly. The ARC didn’t give a single sign of hearing him. Instead, karking hells, he brought up his scomp arm and touched it. Hunter gagged again and had to turn away. He knew Echo was weird at times, but for kark’s sake he didn’t think he was downright insane.

“His armor was torn open by hand.” Echo announced, finally standing and turned to the group. A small drop of blood fell off of his scomp. “By a human hand.” Hunter could only stare at the deranged ARC trooper.

It was then that his headache decided to flare up again. Hunter suppressed a groan at the new wave of pain, placing a hand on his helmet. What he thought were drum beats were starting to remind him of something else. Despite himself, Hunter turned back to the body and he too seemed to be unable to look away again.

“What the kark do you mean ‘torn open by hand?!” Crosshair asked incredulously. It sounded almost as though he were in hysterics. Hunter was surprised he wasn’t at that point as well. He blinked and looked at the hole in the trooper’s chest.

“I mean someone was patient or strong enough to tear off his armor and rip out his heart by hand.” Echo elaborated. “I don’t know how that’s possible, but I know there aren’t any blaster wounds on the trooper, and no one stationed here could possibly have a lightsaber!” He hissed, defending his explanation.

Heart. Someone ripped out this trooper’s heart. Someone dug into his armor and ripped out his heart. Hunter blinked several times, his head throbbing again, as he stared at where the trooper’s heart should be.

“Why would someone wanna rip out his heart?” Wrecker asked, sounding honestly scared.

“I don’t know why-” heart.

“That wouldn’t make any sense, there would be no plausible reason for anyone to want to rip out someone’s heart, let alone get through clone armor, with their bare hands.” Tech cut in, fighting to find some kind of logical explanation. “There are far easier ways to kill a trooper.” He mumbled.

“Do you want to take a look at it? ‘Cause I frankly think I’ve seen enough of it!” Echo cut in defensively. There was another drum beat, and this time Hunter couldn’t stifle his groan of pain. The others were too distracted to notice. drum beats, hearts.

A heartbeat. It wasn’t a drum.

“A heartbeat-” Hunter gasped, effectively silencing the group. They all turned to him, and before they could ask anything, he continued. “My headache,” He stood upright, his revelation making it easier to ignore the pain in his skull, “I thought it felt like drums, it’s loud, and has a pattern- but it’s a heartbeat.” He stopped to take a breath, trying to piece together the rest of the puzzle.

“If it is a heart beat then why is it so loud?” Wrecker asked innocently.

“It’s more than one.” Hunter replied quickly. He blinked several times, then rushed out of the command center. The others protested behind him, telling him to wait a minute or to explain what was happening.

“It’s coming from this way.” Hunter announced, pointing down a darkened hallway. “I think if we go there, we might find something.” He explained. The group was silent, and he silently urged them to understand what he was getting at. Then, Echo slowly nodded.

“Yeah, okay.” The ARC trooper said, “We came here to investigate, all we’ve found so far are more questions, so let’s go investigate.” Echo said with a shrug.

“Are you serious!?” Crosshair hissed. The others didn’t have any open protests, so into the dark hallway it was. Hunter went on and led them all forward. “Yeah, let’s just let the two people acting really weird lead us into a creepy hallway.”

“Crosshair, I doubt their behavior is anything to worry about. Echo has seen more battles than us and knows what to do, and Hunter has always taken charge.” Tech assured him, though Hunter had stopped listening and started focusing more so on the heartbeat giving him the worst headache of his life.

“This is why you all need to start watching more horror holos.” Crosshair grumbled.

“Says the guy making fun of me for being scared.” Wrecker shot back, sounding proud of himself.

“Kark off.”

End Notes: so, gore :) also, who do you think is gonna be a zombie first, if any at all? if you've read all the teasers you might be able to guess pretty easily. anyways, I have no idea when I'll post the next chapter, I mgiht wait until I've finished the entire fic, or maybe it'll be posted next week, who knows! I hope you guys enjoyed <3

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[adachimoe]

Do you know anything about the Adachi anthology manga? Is it translated by any chance? (would you be willing to translate it 👀?)

I own it and I've read through it. Idk if it's been translated, but tbh I'm not particularly interested in doing it myself. Anthologies are collections of fan creator works that get officially published. The content is comparable to a fanzine centered around Adachi featuring different creators. E.g. this artist drew the cover. I am currently reading through like 20 old issues of Persona Magazine.

Bad summaries, partially from memory:

Chp 1: After encountering the nimono lady and her son in Junes, Yu appears on Adachi's doorstep dressed as a mother and proceeds to roleplay as Adachi's mom. This includes bothering him at Junes like the old woman did.

Chp 2: Adachi puts money into a vending machine while patrolling with Dojima, but before he can select a drink, he and Dojima need to apprehend a suspect. Later, Yu sees Adachi at Junes and gives him his money back.

Chp 3: While slacking off at Junes and leering at Yasogami High school girls with short skirts, Adachi bumps into Yosuke and notices that Yosuke has a photo of himself and Saki as his phone wallpaper. Yosuke says he'll never be able to forgive whoever murdered her.

Chp 4: Adachi accidentally handcuffs himself to a corn husk. Chie and Yukiko free him by feeding the corn some of Yukiko's curry.

Chp 5: Knowing he'll lose a 1v8, Adachi studies the Investigation Team's affinities and attacks them with their weaknesses, like sending the beetle-looking Shadow to attack Chie. But when Yu and Adachi have their final battle, Yu summons Yoshitsune instead of Izanagi.

Chp 6: Yu invites Adachi to Shiroku Pub to talk to some girls, but when he gets there, he's met by… Yu's friends in their crossdressing pageant outfits, and he ends up playing the pocky game with Kanji (2 people bite down on pocky from opposite ends, kinda Lady and Tramp style).

Chp 7: Adachi does a magic trick for Teddie after running into him. When Adachi leaves, Teddie cries about being lonely again, but Adachi tells him that Nanako is at the Dojima house.

Chp 8: While waiting for the Investigation Team to enter Magatsu Inaba, Adachi, Magatsu-Izanagi, and the Shadows make dinner.

Chp 9: Adachi tries to slack off by pretending to have a toothache, and runs into Kanji outside the Inaba Dental Clinic. He gives him shit, assuming Kanji is afraid of the dentist. The next week, Adachi sees Kanji there again, but it turns out he was helping his mom.

Chp 10: Adachi and Nanako housesit the Dojima family home, doing chores and cooking dinner. Unfortunately, she received cooking advice from Chie and Yukiko.

Chp 11: After the fight with Adachi, Yu talks to him before they return to the real world. Adachi admits to himself the Dojima family's kindness touched him.

Chp 12: After the usual gas station attendant collapses, Adachi ends up helping out at Moel Gas Station, and Yu stops by to get his scooter filled up.

Chp 13: A recap of Adachi's life in Inaba and his interactions with the Dojimas, leading up to Yu confronting him. When Yu asks him why he did all this, Adachi summons his Persona and says he'll teach Yu about how shitty the world is.

I cbf to read thru a 150 pg anthology again (* ￣︿￣)

[lomlmarvel]

Starlight Princess Chp . 1

🔗 Back to the Full Masterlist

Poe Dameron x Solo!reader. Second Person POV.

Chapter One: The Ones We Come Back To

Chp. 2 Chp. 3 Chp. 4 Chp.5 Chp.6 Chp.7

Summary: Poe Dameron crashes on Jakku—and is rescued by the last person he expected: the estranged daughter of General Organa. Returning to the Resistance base reopens old wounds between mother and daughter, but sparks new connections as Poe and the reader grow closer. Together, they rejoin the fight, culminating in a harrowing mission and a heart-wrenching glimpse of a ghost from their past: Ben Solo. Word Count: ~1,460 words

You almost didn’t see him—just a flash of orange against the pale sand of Jakku, a color too vibrant to belong to the planet’s decay. The desert swallowed everything, but not him. Not the Resistance pilot unconscious in the dunes, half-buried and forgotten. You weren’t supposed to be there. You weren’t supposed to care.

You hovered in your ship longer than you should’ve. Saving stranded Resistance fighters wasn’t your mission anymore—hell, you weren’t even technically Resistance anymore. And yet, there he was. Poe Dameron. Unconscious, clearly ejected from his downed fighter. Something about the way he was sprawled there, motionless and alone, pulled at something deep inside you.

Flying past Jakku, you were only meant to investigate a tip: First Order transmissions pointed to a Resistance droid carrying the map to Luke Skywalker. As you descended into Jakku’s atmosphere, the comms crackled with static and desperation—Resistance voices calling for their pilot. And somehow, it felt like more than a coincidence. As if your mother were calling for you.

So you landed. Pulled him aboard. And before you could stop yourself, made one slow pass over the desert—searching for a BB-unit you didn’t find—then set a course for D’Qar.

The landing bay hadn’t changed. Different planet. Same chaos, same purpose. But as you lowered the ramp, Poe’s weight pressed heavily against your shoulder, and everything else felt heavier too. Familiar. Like stepping into a version of your past you weren’t sure you were ready to face.

Leia Organa didn’t just notice Poe. She noticed you. Her eyes widened—not just in recognition, but in disbelief. Like she was seeing something impossible. A prayer answered.

Medics rushed to Poe. You stood there, breath short, heart pounding, and looked at your mother.

“Found your pilot on Jakku,” you said, brushing sand from your hair. “Didn’t see the BB unit.”

Leia nodded, eyes scanning you just as closely as they had scanned him. “We’ll find BB-8. Thank you… for bringing him back.” You weren’t ready for the tenderness in her voice, or the way her hand found your arm.

“It’s good to see you too, sweetheart.”

Your breath caught. Her face was the same, but the lines were deeper now—etched with heartbreak. And before you could think twice, you pulled her into a hug. “It’s good to see you too, Mom.

Her embrace was immediate. Warm. Grounding.

It had been years. You’d left after the mission—after that fight. The one where you returned empty-handed in her eyes, but with everything that mattered to you. The old ship you and Ben used to fly together—abandoned and rusting, a last remnant of the brother you once knew.

She’d called it a waste of time. You called her selfish. You blamed her for everything that happened to him.

And then you left. You’d convinced yourself it was the right decision. No note. No goodbye. Just hyperspace and heartbreak.

Now, standing in front of her again, the weight of that silence crushed you. You had been angry for so long. But now? You were just tired. Of drifting. Of grief. Of flying the ghost of a ship that once held your childhood.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered softly. “For everything I said. For leaving.”

Leia’s eyes, dimmed but never dull, softened. “We both said things. What matters is you’re back.”

She smiled, touching your arm. “Let’s get you food. A shower. Maybe some sleep. You look like hell.”

You laughed, a small, cracked sound. “I missed you too.

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Poe Dameron found you days later, elbow-deep in your ship’s guts--where he’d been told you’d be.

“I heard you were the one who pulled me out of the sand,” he said from behind you.

You didn’t turn right away. The compressor in your hands was being stubborn, and sweat traced your spine. But his voice—it was different in person. Familiar in the way voices from comms never could be.

When you finally turned, brushing grease from your hands and hair from your face, Poe froze. He hadn’t expected you to look like that. Strong. Sharp-eyed. Beautiful.

“(Y/N),” you said, offering your hand. “Nice to meet you properly. My mom said we grew up together.”

He shook your hand despite the oil stains. “Poe. Yeah, I remember you—always running around the base before heading off to Jedi training.” He grinned. “I owe you my life.”

You gave him a lopsided smile. “You owe me big time. What are you—self-proclaimed best pilot in the Resistance? Can’t let that guy die in a desert.”

He smirked. “Correction: best pilot in the galaxy.”

The tension cracked. You laughed—a small, real laugh—and Poe felt something in his chest tighten.

Before either of you could say more, a call came through: you were needed in the command center.

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The Resistance was launching a mission. Leia asked you to stay behind. But the X-wings on the runway hummed louder than her words. They always had.

You found yourself flying with Black Squadron, adrenaline pumping as you danced through the sky, laser fire streaking past.

In the air, Poe was poetry. You had to admit it. His voice led the squadron like a steady rhythm—he called, you answered. Lasers lit up the sky, and your ship danced beside his like you’d trained together for years.

“Copy that, Black Leader.”

And then—you saw them.

Chewbacca. Finn. And your father—surrounded.

Your breath hitched. You didn’t hesitate. You fired. Every shot precise. Poe’s voice rang in your ear:

“Stars, (Y/N), that was perfect!”

You flushed. “Thanks, Black Leader.”

You’d forgotten your comms were open. Poe hadn’t.

There was a pause.

“You know,” he added, voice quieter, “you could stay. Black Squadron could use someone like you.”

You hesitated. Your mother was listening. You knew she was.

“Black Leader,” you said coolly, “permission to save the conversation for after we shoot down the bad guys?”

He chuckled. “Permission granted.”

The rest was instinct. Flight. Fire. Your ships spun in sync, Poe covering you, you covering him. It felt natural—like breathing. A rhythm you hadn’t felt in years. Until—A shiver. Darkness. A shadow.

A transport in the distance. A robed figure. Carrying a limp body.

Ben.

Images of his face the last time you had seen him flashed in your head. You didn’t need confirmation. You felt it—like ice in your veins. Before you could react, the transport vanished into the stars.

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Later, at the Resistance base, the transport door hissed open. Finn stepped out, BB-8 by his side, followed by Leia. Then—

“Han Solo!” C-3PO exclaimed. “You may not recognize me because of the red arm—” Leia gave him a look. He quickly shuffled aside.

“You changed your hair,” Han said.

“Same jacket,” Leia shot back.

Han frowned. “No—new jacket.” Chewie pulled Leia into a hug, his low groans saying what words couldn’t. Then—

“Dad!”

You didn’t wait. You bolted from your X-wing, racing into your father’s arms. He caught you, held you tightly. You were no longer the girl he left behind—but his embrace still felt the same.

“Dad,” you whispered, crying. “I missed you so much.”

He kissed your forehead. “I’ve missed you too, Princess. It’s been far too long.”

Then you pulled back and looked at both of your parents, swallowing hard. Your voice wavered.

“I saw him. I saw Ben. He was there.” Leia's face paled. Han nodded. None of you said a word.

Not yet.

***

Author's Note: This story has been in my drafts for years. I've finally returned to writing and thought I'd share this. I have 4 acts planned, and this is Act 1. I will create a table of contents that links to the chapters and acts as I write and post them. Thank you for your patience. Enjoy! Feedback is welcome :)

💫 Thanks for reading Starlight Princess! ✨ Reblogs = reach. Comments = joy.

[panjakes]

MASTERLIST

GROUPS

-BTS(Biases-J-Hope&Yoongi)

-MonstaX(Biases-I.M&Jooheon)

-Zero base one(Biases-Ricky&Matthew)

-Enhypen(Biases-Jake&Heeseung)

-TXT(Biases-Yeonjun&Hueningkai)

-Seventeen(Biases-Vernon,Dk,Jeonghan)

-NCT127(Biases-Yuta&Haechan)

-Ateez(OT8)

-The Boyz(Biases-Juyeon,Jacob&Q)

-NCT Dream(Biases-Jaemin&Renjun)

-Stray Kids(OT8)

SHOWS

-All Of Us Are Dead

No matter what-Cheongsan

Not on my watch-gyeongsu

In the end-Suhyeok

-Vincenzo

Hard goodbyes/Part 2-Hanseo

Wife?!-Vincenzo

Come back

-Blind(2023)

I didn’t Do it-

-Sweet home

Surprise-

Actors

-Go on a date with me?

Cramps

Wedding Day-Ahn Hyoseop

Meet the family- Ahn Hyoseop

Butterflies- Ahn Hyoseop

Series

The First Lady(On going)-Chp.1, Chap.2, Chap.3

The investigator and the Thief(on going) Chp.1, Chp.2, Chp.3

Blood stains(On going)-Chp.1, Chp.2

FicTober🎃👻

Enhypen Hybed high series

[ourlittleuluru]

Voyage Of The Outcast - My Thoughts 1/4

Can I just say this first...? Whoever made the Voyage of the outcast trailer. They threw us in for SUCH A DAMN LOOP!

in a good way! It started off with the poem which we have 0 context for. But with the potential angst they weaved, we were left to believe the poem was like... A bell ringing in some crazy angst ride. BUT IT ENDED UP...!! Okay I'll leave this to the ending part. I'll get back to it.

These are just me gathering my thoughts now that I'm awake 😂 Gonna be replaying through the story a few times. I have yet to read any other reviews at the moment so some things might be missed that others have posted about. I'll go catch up once I'm done uwu

Sorry this is one of the few times I am gonna be pretty unhinged and post a heck lot of text there's a heck lot to think about...

I tried to write a single post but my thoughts are... LONG (also I have a lot of images)... so split post it shall be ( ﾉ ﾟｰﾟ);;; Will try and format it a lil at least;;;;

Just a little something I noticed with the way the stories are written for the branches: ❄ Zayne branch explored more of his internal struggle and MC helps to overcome it with him 🐟 Rafayel, has mostly been forthright with his feelings even if there still secrets and stuff he doesn't say. So his branch mostly explored the external factors around his life. Such as the sea god power and also finally MC remembering their important shared memory. ⭐ Now Xavier. His branch feels a lot more full and rounded out to me because he's a man of secrets. It's been noted through the whole main story and many of their interactions. MC doesn't know what he does outside and MC a lot of the times can't quite figure him out. But all MC knows is to trust him even if blindly. And Xavier's story's branch addresses both internal and external factors and points surrounding him.

It's still is gonna be a long one, people (ヘ･_･)ヘ┳━┳ into the read more it goes

Notes in Chp 1

Okay first... what 😭

PAINTED! PROTOCORE FRAGMENTS! How... how did the smugglers thought it'd fly??? But the image that Xavier was just randomly pulled into this investigation to sit in as a judge was a funny image to me 😂

Anyways... This whole story, I love how they expand and voice out MC's inner thoughts even more, especially with MC's doubts about Xavier. But as always, it's mission and objectives come first, or some other things that takes precedence.

Now this part here is interesting to me. Xavier WANTS MC to probe and ask him more things. And I suspect that's where he'll slowly determine where MC stands and how to further proceed with letting MC know about what he does. 🤔

Which later gives us the chance to pick what to ask him

I ended up picking the 2nd option first since knowing Xavier, he'd still answer the question leaving lots of gaps =-=

SEE? Keeping it vague, again. Though this time he did hint at something which can easily just fly under the radar as something one knows the consequence of but must keep going.

Though it could also hint in the sense that, since he comes from Philos from the future, he's aware of the overarcing stuff that's gonna happen.

But for the other option, Xavier would be more straightfoward. We did get to know a bit more about the Aether Cores tho, well... and that is those things are dangerous.

In the end it concludes into one thing...

Xavier knows but he doesn't want to limit nor skew MC's views. He wants MC to decide for themselves. I feel this is quite key to the whole "freedom" thing he's got going on too. It's also the same with him and the Backtrackers in WU.

And then it ends off with this 😭

A PROPOSAL?! Nah jk. But it kinda feels like it's finally establishing their relationship for the future (at least in the main story)

Also, also. Interesting thing. In the CN version, Xavier says "我愿意" instead of "I'll always be with you"

Was gonna scream about how it sounds like Xavier is saying "I do"...

But here comes the reality... MC was asking "...if my partner is willing..." which in CN is "我的搭档愿意为此与我。。。"

Xavier is just replying pretty normally ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ can't say that I'm not just a tad bit disappointed that he wasn't being sneaky for once T^T

[beardedmrbean]

The California Highway Patrol responded to a call this week of a possible baby tiger stranded on the side of a highway in San Luis Obispo County.

But what they actually discovered was less feline and more feathery.

The supposed cub was spotted along a remote stretch of Highway 166, which connects the Central Coast to the southern San Joaquin Valley, according to a CHP traffic log. A driver passing through the area Thursday afternoon reported what appeared to be a baby tiger on the roadside.

A CHP officer sent to investigate the incident stumbled instead upon a dead hawk, not a tiger cub. The California Department of Transportation, which is responsible for removing dead animals from state highways, was notified about the deceased bird.

It is unclear what caused the caller's zoological mix-up.

Owning exotic animals like tigers is prohibited under California law, as they pose a threat to public safety and native wildlife, according to the state Department of Fish and Wildlife. Permits are exclusive to zoos, shelters, research facilities or educational institutions.

The Big Cat Public Safety Act — a federal law enacted in 2022 — prevents unlicensed people from possessing, breeding and transporting big cats.

A man and woman were charged in 2022 after purchasing a jaguar cub and transporting it from Texas to California for commercial activity.

[awkward-tension-art]

Puppet on a String Chp.3 (Fives x Reader)

Chapter 2. Chapter 4.

Rako Hardeen

CW: Fives x Reader, Reader is a medical practitioner, Crying, Grief, angst, swearing, anti-jedi sentiment, Death mentioned, violence, injury, attempted murder, reader is hunted

Tag list (tyyyy): @spicydonut25 @amazonian-bae @notgonnaedit

Dead. No survivors. 

Half the Ethics Committee, gone. Dr.Mila, supervisor and mentor, dead. The GRMF was in chaos. You’ve doubled your work just to attempt to fill in the hole your colleagues had left. 

And you couldn’t fall apart. 

The funeral was solemn, quiet and fast. As soon as they were buried, it was back to work. There were patients to see. Injuries to heal. Armies to treat. 

Fives had attended the funeral with you. He wore full ARC trooper armor as he walked with you back to the GRMF. He wasn’t the only one to wear the plastoid. The personnel on the transport had treated so many soldiers' wounds, a squad from each battalion came to pay respects. 

Before you could walk too far, your lover grabbed your wrist, “Mesh’la,” his voice was gentle with you, just as you had been with him when he returned from Umbara, “General Shaak Ti would like to speak with you.” 

You sighed and nodded. You expected this, to a degree. A transport filled with military medical personnel attacked leaving Kamino? That would be cause for investigation. At this point you and everyone else had assumed that pirates or Separatists had attacked them.

Silently, Fives lead you to the Jedi temple. You wished you were in the mood to take in the beautiful architecture and towering pillars. It was a gorgeous building, with fine marble and exquisite carvings. Your heart was just too heavy to really appreciate it.

Shaak Ti met the both of you at the entrance. She bowed and you did the same out of respect. Fives stepped to the side, remaining outside as you both began to stroll inside.

She was a lovely togruta. Her lavender eyes held a deep wisdom and kindness, and her voice had a soft melody to it. You’ve had the pleasure of working with her on the Ethics committee, and she was a fantastic leader. 

“I wish we could speak under happier circumstances,” She immediately began, “However, I have…concerns and wanted to ask you questions.”

You nodded, walking with General Shaak Ti through the jedi temple, “Of course, General.” Even if you weren’t military, it was respectful to use her proper rank, “I was under the assumption that pirates or Separatists had attacked the transport.” 

“We believe the Separatists had infiltrated the system and ambushed the transport.” the Jedi responded, staring ahead, “My concern is Dr.Mila, your mentor and supervisor.” 

You stopped walking, eyes going wide, “Dr.Mila?”

“After the attack, Kamino had found evidence that she had contacts in Separatist territory.”

What…

Your blood ran cold, “I…General, Dr.Mila isn’t a traitor.” You spoke, though you weren’t sure if your words were for the togruta or yourself, “She was a great doctor. And…and-”

Shaak Ti raised a hand to stop you, “I have not accused her or you of anything, all I want to know is why she may have contacts in enemy space.” 

Oh.

You eased slightly before swallowing the knot in your throat, “With all due respect General,” Your tone was still tinged with anxiety, “As doctors and healers, we aren’t supposed to pick sides. Patients are patients, medicine is medicine, no matter the sides.” Despite your clear uneasiness you maintained eye contact with her.

Jedi aren’t supposed to have sides either. Only peace. 

The Jedi nodded in understanding and you barely repressed a sigh of relief. However, she continued, “While I can understand the sentiment. Sometimes the exchange of information can open weaknesses within our own systems. I believe Dr.Mila may have unintentionally led a Separatist ambush right to their transport.” 

More dread flooded your system.

You’ve cycled through about 24 different emotions in the last few hours. Now, you were starting to feel exhausted. Your neurons were probably fried. 

“Oh…” Was all your shocked system could muster. 

Shaak Ti frowned and put a hand on your shoulder, “She was a fine doctor. As were all the others on that transport. I am truly sorry for your loss.” She was sympathetic. Maybe even grieving in her own way. 

Was she allowed to feel grief? The Jedi had a rule against attachment and emotions.

You bowed, “Thank you, General.” Once you stood straight, your eyes met hers, “If…you don’t mind, I’d like to go back to work.” 

She nodded, “Of course, let me lead you out.”

The world blurred around you as you were walked out of the temple. When you got outside, Fives was at your side, “Mesh’la?” his gloves hands were on your shoulder, “Is everything alright?”

With a tight swallow, you nodded blankly, “Yes…The General just wanted to know about Dr.Mila’s contacts. Fellow doctors in Separatist space.”

His grip tightened slightly, but he didn’t say anything. Instead he tilted his head forward, lightly tapping his helmet visor against your forehead. 

You sighed, leaning into him. Perhaps it was too risky. After all, you weren’t alone around the temple. You were under no illusion his brothers didn’t know. But any Jedi could walk in or out and see the both of you.

Still…Fives was a grounding presence. Reliable and strong. You always felt safe and secure with him.

After a heartbeat, you pulled back, “Care to walk me to the medical facility?”

He nodded, offering his hand, which you took, “Of course, mesh’la.”

You didn’t cry, even getting back to work. Even when your clone lover left to finish his own duties. Even when you were alone in Dr.Mila’s…your office.

You didn’t cry.

You couldn’t. There was work to be done. Patients to be taken care of. Shaak Ti would choose more individuals to fill in massive gaps in the committee, so that was a weight off your shoulders. But there was still more to do. 

Others silently agreed. Your colleagues who went to the funeral were back in the GRMF. Several were already with patients. Others were speaking with recently discharged clones, giving them instructions on rest and recovery. 

That never works. You thought silently, The clones don’t know how to rest.

An alarm went off in the emergency patient entrance. Immediately, your mind locked into gear. There was an approaching patient with severe injuries. You couldn’t fade out of focus. This was an emergency.

With a medical droid following you, you met the medical transport. However, you froze. On the stretcher, was nurse Rino. 

His eyes were closed. At the center of his forehead was a single blaster shot. 

“Mugging turned murder,” the EMT responded, “I need you to call a DOA.”

Your mind wasn’t properly processing what was in front of you. Not only had Dr.Mila died, but so did half of the committee, and now a popular, well liked nurse had been shot.

Dead. Gone.

You swallowed and nodded, shutting down your mind and emotions. With a quick tap of your fingers on a datapad, the medical droid took Rino to the morgue.

You watched him disappear once the droid turned down a hall. 

Do not break down. Do not break down. Do not break down. You forced yourself to think over and over again. 

And over, even as two other colleagues perished in a speeder accident three days later. 

And over, as another doctor was killed in a break-in a week after that.

And over, when you got the call that one of the neuro-scientists died from a severe allergic reaction a day after that.

It occurred to you that this amount of death wasn’t normal. Were employees cursed now? Was a ghost of the dead coming back for retribution?

In the chaos of such death and despair, you’ve been sped into a proper neurologist position. Dr.Mila’s former standing. It was a desperate attempt to try and stop the utter collapse of being short-staffed. You didn’t feel joy at the promotion. Only bitterness.

The only time you allowed yourself to cry was Fives needing to leave for another mission. He held you, letting you weep from the stress and despair, “Don’t worry, mesh’la. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He kissed your forehead, and reassured you the night before he left. When you woke, he was gone.

Now, you walked home alone. You had just finished up with your patients when you stepped out of the GRMF. Coruscant was as alive as ever. People walked the streets. Speeders drove by. Lights flooded every corner. 

The Republic Capital was bustling. As per usual. Despite the chaos, you melded into the walking crowds easily. Another faceless citizen among millions.

Home. you just wanted to go home. 

Your steps weaved through the streets, and the amount of people on the streets faded the closer you got to your apartment. You didn’t live in a dangerous part of the planet, but you certainly weren’t paid enough to live on the surface. 

You stopped before turning down another street to the entrance of your apartment building. 

There was a cold feeling that lanced up your spine. It hit you like a speeder.

You were being watched.

Your eyes landed on a glass window trying to subtly use the reflection to find who was currently watching you. You couldn’t see anything out of place. There wasn’t anyone noteworthy on the street. Slowly, you looked up. Just as you did, you swear you saw a…shadow duck out of your view.

Fuck!

You continued down the street, completely passing your apartment building. Your goal wasn’t going home at the moment, it was to find help. A police droid or even better, a Coruscant Guard. If you went home now, chances are your stalker would break-in and you’d be cornered. 

The toe of your shoe hit a loose piece of metal path and you stumbled slightly. Just as you caught yourself, you heard the crisp sound of a blaster fire. Instantly, a stinging pain hit your cheek and without another thought you ran. 

The shot caused the few people on the street to panic, and you dodged and weaved through them. You had shoved a poor twi’lek woman out of the way as you sprinted. 

Another shot rang out, grazing your upper arm. Someone screamed before you made a sharp turn down another street. Looking back, your follower leapt over a gap between two buildings. They were on you.

After the third shot, missing you entirely, it finally clicked properly.

The deaths of the medical personnel in the GRMF were not random. 

They were targeted murders.

But…Why?

Another shot and searing pain lanced up your leg. Your shin gave out and you hit the ground hard. Your teeth clattered when your head slammed down, and blood filled your taste buds. Through your disorientation, you registered that bystanders did nothing but watch, scared for their own lives. 

I bit my tongue. You distantly thought. What a strange thing to think in such a situation. 

A tight, rough hand grabbed your shoulder and flipped you onto your back. Your eyes settled on the barrel of a blaster, pointed right at your face. A heavy foot was steadfast on your chest, keeping you in place. No one around did anything, just watched, uselessly. 

“This isn’t personal,” The voice was rough, “Just doing a job.” The hunter was a human man, with pale skin and a shaved head. He had a deep red tattoo over one eye. “I’ll be quick though.” Other than that, he had no other notable features.

You swallowed, shaking your head, “No, please.” Your begging was pathetic but you were just so scared. “I...I don’t want to die.” 

You wanted Fives.

Before your attacker could speak, there was a flash of crimson and a clone armored fist landed on his cheek. The stranger was sent stumbling before his back hit the railing next to a speeder lane.

Standing protectively between you and your attacker was a Coruscant guard. His armor was painted entirely red, with only a few pieces left white, and a kama rested at his waist. In his steady hands was a rifle.

Commander Fox. you recognized.

“Rako Hardeen,” His voice was a near snarl, “You are under arrest.”

“Not this time!” The bounty hunter sneered before leaping backward. He went over the edge, disappearing from your sight. 

Someone else knelt by you, “Easy,” the familiar clone voice tried to calm you, “We’re here to help.” He had wings painted on his helmet, and his hands felt rather gentle as they held you, “Try not to stand, you’ve been injured.” 

Beside you, Commander Fox was speaking into his com. He called for a medical speeder, and then a name, a very familiar name, “Rex, gar rucuyir staabi.” 

Times like this make you wish you knew mando’a.

The guard holding you got your attention, as if trying to distract you from the situation, “I’m Thorn.” 

If you weren’t currently in pain and terrified, you might’ve laughed at how cute he sounded. In an adrenaline induced haze, you introduced yourself to him.

Fox knelt by you, leaning to inspect the graze on your arm. He was silent, listening to the voice that came in through the com in his helmet. After a few moments he nodded, “Elek.” In the distance, sirens echoed through the streets. The medical transport was close.

You couldn’t stop shaking, you've realized. And your cheeks were hot with tears. Despite how gentle Thorn was holding you, the only arms you wanted at the moment were Fives. 

The commander seemed to pick up on what you needed. His tone changed slightly when he asked, “Do…you need me to call someone?”

“A-arc trooper Fives.” You choked out, feeling your emotions reach a fever pitch, “h-he knows Rex…”

Fox paused before speaking into his com again, “Rex, vaii cuyir Fives?” He looked up, gaze roaming over the bystanders. His hand hovered over his pistol at his hip, as if intending to protect you.

“Close with one of our vode?” Thorn asked quietly. He was still trying his best to distract you. 

“I love him.” Was all your overly stressed mind could come up with, “I…I want him.” 

The Coruscant guard’s Commander snapped his head to look at you. After a second he awkwardly patted your hand, “We’ll get him to your side soon enough.”

You hoped so.