#OhAh

[mariaofdoranelle]

Of rumours and body guards AND of hearts and hiests??

I have a suspicious feeling u and Leia are obsessed w bodyguard rowan

HAHAHAH we definitely are!!

Both fics happen to be for the same au (we wanted to post something for Rowaelin Month before starting the whole thing), but you’re not wrong. Bodyguard Buzzard is all @leiawritesstories have been talking about for months 😆🫶

[alienseason]

fuck my baka angel life

[musicpromotionclub]

🎶🔥 'Oh Ah' by Catchem Streetz is the ultimate vibe! 💥 This track is pure energy and it’s got me hooked! 🎧💃 Hit play and let the beat take over! ✨🎵🎶

[dark-twist-fairytales]

I just realized something:

In school, I wouldn't get the best grades in writing. Like, everything would be fine, I would still get a high grade, but comparing to the rest of the gifted kids, it was on the lower end of it.

And I realize: It's because my writing wasn't structured like they wanted it to be. It was good, everything was there and facts were stated, yes, but it wasn't what they wanted. They didn't want the line breaks I did, improper starting of sentences, or anything as such.

Yet guess what? I wrote research papers as I was supposed to, but if you give me a paper that's supposed to be fun and happy, then I'm going to write it fun and happy. Suspense? I will place line breaks to build it.

Is it improper? Yes. But, I taught myself how to do that. And I have fun with it. The only person I need to please with my writing is myself, and I say I do a pretty damn good job with that.

[obsidiancreates]

Dude this version of Shepherd feels so strange but also he'd be a third for Kremy and Gideon I think

[abyssboo]

@dragon-with-a-dagger

character who is sun-coded but not in the traditional ray-of-sunshine way. character who is sun-coded in the sense that they burn hot and bright and powerful, that they're a raging fury of fire and passion, and that maybe, just maybe, they are destroying themselves as they do so.

[vulpixisananimal]

[A:3 C:62]

(Siffrin) {Mal Du Pays} <Null> |Asterion| [Loop] [(Saffron)]

|Bring to a low broil, stir periodically, and wait. That was easy enough.|

|You place your hands on the counter next to the stove, and breathe. You could hear the rest of the party in the other room, they were giving you space. Stars. . . You appreciated it, a lot.|

{. . .}

|. . . The Shaded One was staring at you from across the headspace. It stood there, glaring at you. You had gotten to know this one quite a bit more ever since. . . W-well, even with how, intimidating it was, it was still much kinder, compared to the other one-|

{Stir.}

|Y-yes- you stir the pot a bit more. Making food was nice, distracting. It helps you think, relax, focus. It gives you time to. . . To figure out how to fix all this. Bri- Siffrin had refused to front, Loop was hiding in the tree, and Null was nowhere to be seen. You were here, as was Mal, as was Saffron.|

|. . . . . You lean back, breathing, you will be alright. Just focus on the food. You lean down close to the pot and take a sniff. Ah. . . Delicious, creamy, hearty, tomatoes, sweet, sugary, you’re sure they’ll like- sugary? You didn’t add sugar.|

{Sugar?}

|Yes, sugar. You step back and snuff again, sugar, strong sugar, burnt- THAT’S-|

{You bolt into the living room, the smell is getting stronger, everyone’s here, Bonnie, Nille, Mirabelle, Isabeau, O-- Odile? Where is Odile?}

“S-siffrin? What’s-” |Mirabelle starts.|

“SUGAR!!” |You reply, your stomach turned.| “B-burnt sugar I’m sure!! It’s, i-it’s-”

“I TOLD YOU!!” |Bonnie yells. Your stomach hurts.| “I TOLD YOU I WAS SMELLING SOMETHING!!”

“W-where’s Odile?!? Where-” |Too late.|

|You feel a tug on your stomach.|

|You bolt up from Isabeaus lap, gasping for air.|

“S-sif?!? Are, are you alright?!?” |Isabeau leans close, hand on your shoulder. It makes you jump.|

“L-loop, looped, l-loooped again I, I-I looped and it was, was-” |You’re trying to breathe.|

“Okay, breathe with me, breathe, breathe, okay?” |His hand is still on you. You keep breathing. In, out, in, out, in. . . . . . . . Out. . . . .|

|Just, just, breathe. . . Oh, dizzy.|

{You reach up and put your hand on Isabeaus. Warm, safe.}

|??!?!?!!!?!? M-mal? Ah, you-|

{Don’t say anything. Don’t look. Don’t tell others. You need this. You lean onto Isabeau, and hold on tight.}

“O-oh-!” {You place a finger on his lips. No talk.}

|. . . . .|

{. . . . . You take a breath, then shake your head. Take over.}

|You shakily pull away.| “. . . S-sorry, Mal, needed. . .”

|Isa smiled and waved away the statement.| “I gotcha, okay, so! Should I get everyone?”

“P-please.”

|Isabeau got up to get everyone together. You sat on the couch, and tucked your legs in close under your cloak. Stars. . .|

{. . .}

|. . .|

{. . . I believe you.}

|Wh, what?|

{I knew you were here from the moment you existed. I believe in your innocence.}

|T-then, why are you-|

{Mean to you? My job is to protect us. Being stern, controlling, menacing, all tools. You are new, need to learn.}

|. . . . .|

{. . . I will not hesitate to hurt you.}

|Your head snaps back up at some other voices, Bonnie and Nille were already here. Isabeau was walking down the stairs with Mirabelle. You blink, how long were they there?|

“I-is everything alright Asterion?” |Mirabelle asks, sitting down next to you, Isabeau was on the other side of you.| “What happened?”

“O-ohah-” |You didn’t expect her to tell who you are.| “I-I, looped back, o-out of nowhere.”

“Wuh oh.” |Nille grumbled, sitting up.| “Out of nowhere?”

“Yeah. . .” |You look away.| “I was making some food, and then. . . I’m back here.”

“Oh that is strange. . .” |Mirabelle put a finger to her chin.| “I wonder could have happened?”

“Wish ‘Dile where here.” |Bonnie grumbles, crossing their arms.| “Stupidface ‘Dile.”

“Woah, that’s a first.” |Isabeau chuckled.| “No-one let M’dame know Bonbon said that.”

|Bonnie stuck out their tongue, then pouted.| “I just wanna know why ‘Frins looping again!”

“W-well, Siffrins wish was to stay with us, right?” |Mirabelle was bouncing her leg.| “And the loops reset when that can’t happen! So then. . .”

“So, like when they believed we would split up at the end.” |Isabeau added on.| “And if they said something mean enough that. . . They’d think we don't want to travel stil?”

“And when ‘Frin died.” |Bonnie mumbled.| 

|Everyone was quiet for a moment, before Isabeay coughed and spoke up.| “U-uh, yeah. That.”

“What about, if something happened to one of you?” |You ask aloud.| 

“That would do it.” |Mirabelle was still bouncing her leg.| “Do you remember where everyone was?”

“The four of you were here.” |You count on your fingers.| “Ramos hadn’t moved, and. . . Where is Madame?”

“Oh yeah.” |Isa perked up.| “She said she was going to the library?”

“Really?” |Nille rolls her eyes.| “It’s not really the best time for that! Why didn’t you stop her?”

“I was sleeepyyyyy! I’m sorrryyyyy!” 

“Forgiven, for now.”

“S-so! Ramos and Odile, something happened to one of them? |Mirabelle stands up.| “We should move fast then!”

“R-right!” |But, you needed a plan, uh. . .|

{If Ramos died, it’s medical, and just needs someone around. If it’s Odile, it’s the Monets.}

|S-so, then-|

{Nille and Bonnie here, low level and a child. Isabeau and Mirabelle with us.}

|R-right.| “Pétronille and Bonnie stay here in case Ramos needs help. A-and, Mirabelle, Isabeau, and I will take off after Madame. If we loop again, then we’ll have a better idea of what to do.”

“Smart stuff!” (Isabeau stands up too, he smiles at you encouragingly, before turning to the siblings.) “You two can deal with Ramos then?”

“Sibling squad’s got it covered!” (Nille jumps up.) “Y’think it’s those crabbing history nerds again?”

“I don’t know,” |You stand up confidently.| “But, let's prepare like it is!” 

>>>

|By the time the three of you were running to the library, the sun had set behind the buildings. Oh. . . If only you knew what time it was when you looped, aha, maybe you should get that pocket watch sooner than you were planning. Stars. . . Enough of that. Isabeau and Mirabelle were right at your back.|

|You turn to look at them. You. . . Oh. . . You could not tell them who you were. When you tried, over the past few days, it was like a coldness overtook your heart. They all said it was alright, to say in my own time, that they were supportive, but. . .|

|The Housemaiden of Change who froze the real you in time, and the Defender from Jouvente who would throw himself in front of danger for you. You. . . Stop! Just run, Asterion. Oh, leave these thoughts for later.|

|You were coming up to the library now, you were sure it was this way. You didn’t know how much time you had, but you had to be as fast as-|

“Blind it all!” |You mumble to yourself, slowing to a jog.|

|Merlon is sitting at the top step of the library. When they see you approach, they stand.|

|She looks. . .|

“Oh, crab is that-” |Isabeau starts|

“Merlon!!” |Mirabelle shouts, stepping past you, sword drawn.| “What have you and Perci done to Odile!!!”

“Nothing, yet.” |They hold up a hand.| “But I’ll assume that to you, we already did once.”

“Well it won’t be twice!!” |Mirabelle rushes forward to strike.|

|A spark of red comes from Merlons hand, and Mirabelle’s attack slams into a wall of pale white light. You can see sparks of red where her attack landed. She jumps back.|

|Merlon, she. . .|

{You think you recognise something.}

“Mira!!” |Isa rushes to her side.| “Are you hurt?!?”

“I’m okay.” |She takes a few breaths, glaring at Merlon.| “Why are you fighting us anyways!! You’re nice people, I know it!! So, s-so why. . .”

|Her grip tightens on her rapier, she takes a breath.| “Just, just why!! You told us when we first met all you wanted was to record the history of the island! Then, then why are you hurting people like this!!”

|You know that cloak, it’s like yours, it MEANS something! As does the star! But, but WHAT!!|

“I’ve not hurt a soul.” |Merlon replies, face steady.| “Neither me, nor my bonded. In fact, we’ve only helped, no?”

“That isn’t true!” |Isabeau steps forward now.| “It was because of you that Ramos got hurt!! That they turned into a sadness!! That, t-that they died once!!”

{To. . . Stay in isolation. Read, no, no to follow, translate, stars and. . .}

“We just-”

“NO!! |Isabeau cuts them off.| “I’m not listening to that helping excuse!! You didn’t help them change into who they want to be, or accept who they are now!! You just manipulated a vulnerable person into trusting you!!!”

|Merlon winces, you see her hand twitch.| “Don’t blame me for the blood on your hands.”

“We all have blood on our hands, Merlon.” |You step forward, next.| “Deny it or not, you are as much a guilty cog in this machine as the rest of us.”

|Merlon stares at you, that stare, that stare that means-|

{-Hope of being chosen? But, for what?}

“What is your name?” |She asks.|

“Asterion.” |You answer, words flying from your mouth.| “My name is Asterion, and I remember the names of the stars just as much as you. I make mistakes, like you. And I miss home, like you.”

|You glare at them, gritting your teeth. The words came to you faster than you could think.| “Our home is gone, Merlon. So, please can we just-”

“It’s NOT!” |Light crackles around her hand. Her mask of neutrality, cracked but for just a moment.| “. . . It’s, not, gone.”

“But, how do you know! How are you so sure!” |You feel some sense of dread within you.|

”I just know.” {Her sight is that of a teacher looking down at you. No, not a teacher, a housemaiden, head housemaiden. No, they’re not of Change. Someone in charge?} “I look to the stars and I see the truth, it’s out there, it’s still out there, waiting for us, calling for us.”

|Your legs feel like jelly, yet, you swallow your cowardice and continue. Merlon was someone important, but the memory of what exactly failed you.| “You, you’re not here to record the island’s history, you want to bring it back.”

“. . .” {Merlon is silent, Isabeau and Mirabelle had given you space. This was a talk between you, and her.}

“Merlon, Merlon you know that’s madness!” |You look up at her, summoning as much confidence as you could.| “A wish cannot be broken, you and I know that! So why even try!!”

“Because trying is all there is, Stargazer!”

{The word takes you both by surprise, stargazer, stargazer, you mouth it to yourself a few times. You knew that word, it fell onto your tongue as naturally as your own name. Stargazer. You glance down, then at them. Their face is neutral again}

“. . . Merlon-”

“That’s enough talking.” |She held a hand up, pointed at the three of you.| “Leave or die, that is your choice. If you do not wish to exhaust your Stargazer’s body to death with that time craft, I would recommend the former.”

|You look at Mirabelle, then Isabeau, they share the same look at you. You nod, then draw the pin knife, Mirabelle her rapier, and Isabeau taking a fighting stance.| 

“. . . I see.” |A sigh from Merlon.| “Since accidentally killing any of you will just restart this fight, I won’t hold back.”

|You smell the sugar, the hair on the back of your neck stood up. Every part of your being was screaming at you to not fight them. You ignored it, and held out a fist.| “And, and neither will we!!” |[Begging, pleading.] Three tears gently dropped from your fist and landed on you and your party. Speed up!|

“. . . Interesting.” |Merlon held out a hand and skipped her turn.|

|Mirabelle gives you a glance, then looks back to Merlon.| “I. . . I’m sorry for this!” |She held out her craft sign and stared daggers at Merlon. You smelt sugar.|

|Merlon’s eyes widened and that hand clenched into a fist. In a blink, there were sparks and cracks of red right in front of their face, and frozen tears glancing off of it.|

|Mira fell to a knee, and looked up in shock.| “Wh, what?!? How!!!”

“I wished to copy your shield spell, Mirabelle.” |Merlon says flatly,| “It’s a simple wish, if you know what to do.”

“But, that’s. . .” |Impossible! That, to, to word a wish, on the spot, and, so precisely!|

“C’mon Aster! Mira! Focus!!” |[WE! WILL! WIN!!!] You hear the faint sounds of cheering as you feel yourself boosted.| 

“Right!” |You grip the pin knife and rush in, stabbing at Merlon. She deflected your attack with a hand and that light.|

“. . .” |Merlon skipped their turn.|

“I-it, doesn’t matter if you have my shield! We’ll still beat you!!” |Mirabelle held out her hand sign, [Jolly Round Rondo!] Spinning discs flew at Merlon, while a few were blocked by that light, some found purchase, making the sage wince.|

|Isabeau rushed in right after, going to strike Merlon. But they deflected the blow with ease. Isabeau jumped back, glancing at you.| “Why aren’t they fighting back?”

“. . . I. . .” |You looked at her, how she was standing, looking at you all.| “I’m not. . .”

{Time.}

{You’re running, out, of, time.}

“She’s stalling us.” |You ready your knife.| “It’s all a play to stall for time.”

“O-okay, new plan then. Me and Isabeau will-”

|Mirabelle is cut off by a snap of fingers, and then the ground explodes.|

|As you tumble back, you barely hold in a yelp as you feel the sharp pain of a burned leg. You sat up as soon as you landed. Merlon was walking down the steps, Mira and Isa were a few feet to your left and right. The debris of the road was scattered everywhere.|

|You stand up.| “Merlon! I-”

|She snaps her fingers again, and this time you have the sense to jump forward as the stones erupt into light.|

|You need to think FAST!! You rush at them again with the pin knife. They block with that light, yet you keep pushing.|

“IS IT WORTH IT, MERLON!” |You yell.| “ALL THIS, IS IT WORTH IT?!?”

“What kind of stupid question is that?” {The pain in their voice cracked through the mask as she flung you back.}

|You land on your feet. Mirabelle rushes in with her sword from the side, Merlon moves back and with a slice of their hand hits Mirabelle back with that light. Isabeau holds out his fist for [SMASH!!!], and Merlon withstands it easily.|

|Oh. . .|

|It’s starting to dawn on you far, far too late, that Perci is easily the weaker of the two.|

{You take over and run in, dagger moving as fast as the air would allow. [Scissors.] The lightless slash of energy gets past their shield, cutting into her shoulder. She stumbles back before backhanding the air.}

{A wave of force pushes the three of you back. You and Mira land on your feet, but looking over, Isabeau was K.Oed. Stars.}

{Merlon stood there, arms held in front of her, waiting. She had their eyes trained on you, waiting for the next move. Waiting to decide how next to pick you apart like a spider she found on a windowsill. You [Breathe] and heal Mirabelle.}

“N-not good.” {She’s panting, you nod back.} “S-sorry, we might need to try again.”

{You nod again, quickly twirling your knife around and-}

{Snap, explosion. You’re thrown to the side, knife flying from your hands. You look up at Merlon, a twitch of a smile on her lips as she speaks.} “I won’t make that an easy trip. Get. Up.”

|You get up to one knee, you’re already starting to feel exhausted. Isabeau was out cold, Mirabelle was shaken, and you were being kicked around like a cat's favorite toy! It was three versus one and still you were but flies in a storm! You reached down and felt the burn on your leg, and winced.|

|You stand up, drawing Null's sword, the Airy Katana. All you can do now is try. And you won't give up until The Universe pulls you back through time!|

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[thefish-arecoming]

Yaay :3

Fish.

[mariaofdoranelle]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN AELIN WAS KIDNAPPED????

Was she, Nonnie? Tell me what you think

@leiawritesstories

[alienseason]

Plug a little fucked but she chill

[lxversvalk]

OHAH MY GOD.... THEY'RE SO PRETTY

[certified-anakinfucker]

YALL CAN PAY ATTENTION TO IT NOW QUARANTINE HAS BEEN LIFTED

1,2,3,5,6,9,11,14,16,17,23,26,28,34,37,42,44,46,48,50, 51,53,56,58

I know I am a greedy bitch- tell me everything

GREEDY BITCH INDEED A MONTH AND SOME CHANGE LATER I FINISHED BAKING ALL THESE MOTHERFUCKERS OHHHHHH MY GOD thank you for making me think about them more and give them some extra depth i adore you boundlessly

(from these asks!)

ok. as u can see. there are a shitton of asks. ill drop a cut somewhere in this

1: What's the lie your character says most often? LET ME HAVE MY LITTLE RENEGADE LINEAGE — Nuvru / SW|JK "That's the brightest idea I've ever heard! Let's try that!" (She thinks you're a fucking moron.)

— Acedae / SW|JK "I'm not scared!" (She's terrified and on the verge of tears.)

— Yuvvai / JK "I know what I'm doing!" (She thinks that swinging her lightsabers can fix everything.)

— Viwza / JC "I know exactly what you mean." (He does not pay attention ever if it's not chaos.)

2: How loosely or strictly do they use the word 'friend'? — Dilieth / JC Not so much loosely, but she uses it hopefully and preemptively. Like "Hello .. friend? :D" - she's under the impression that the galaxy always needs more friendly faces in it, and she's more than happy to not only be one of them but champion even more. Bless her. She's like, 15-16 at the beginning of the story arc.

3: How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing? — Darrash / IA You just have to be one of his deemed safe people. If you are: - Tylado Bentismo - Eckard Lokin - Vector Hyllus - Raina Temple - Danwya Javgra Giakhal - Johkel Conoguy Nealev - Marrav Arisha Nealev then you're in luck! You are a safe person, and Darrash will tell you how he feels. He will vent about his frustrations, he will share his joys and sorrows, he will partake in space-sharing with you. He will invite you to learn his patterns.

But in cases where only the audience knows, well that's pretty much any other scenario. He's a Cipher agent; it's his job to lie and cheat and murder and sometimes fuck - for profit.

5: Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen? — Kovapaqe / BH Yes - but this is a party trick that is only seen in sudden death situations. He thinks of what his life would be resigned to had he never been taken in by his clan; devoid of purpose, reduced to senseless violence, murdering his brethren over scraps that not even carrionbirds eat. Guaranteed breakdown.

6: What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they've never recommended to anyone before? — Iminaran / JC Siblings, because she doesn't talk about them much. Her favorite sibling is her brother Imitarak, or Rayli. He ended up in the Empire somehow as an Operative, but somehow managed to bounce out. Then baby sister Imisharo who started working relief with the Republic military on Taris. That leaves her sister Imifiriv (Jetfire), a smuggler. Not that she does a lot of illegal things, but a lot of little illegal things at once.

But if you ask Iminaran about Jedi sibling-adjacents, that's Yuon's history of taking Padawans; Ivanye ( @grandninjamasterren ) and then young Dilieth, whom she had to briefly act as Master to when Yuon fell ill and was sent to Coruscant.

9: Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive? — Unihmawa / BH He's a tough lover. Rough, gruff, barks his demands, always seems to be scowling under his mask. Never shows much joy besides sarcasm, or very frank gratitude. (But you'll later get some genuine praise when you're alone with him later, and some massive hugs when he takes off his armor. Lots of back and shoulder claps, or hair ruffles (where applicable) and he will absolutely show you the proud shine in his eyes!)

If he ever were to have a significant other or a partner at all, he'd prefer the tough-love-for-show back.

11: If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference? — Anas Tigra / JK Sure Anas looks like a terrifying sentient blender, but they are insanely clumsy when their attention isn't being directed towards danger. They drop their sabers constantly to the point of friends offering to just carry them FOR Anas, they will always knick their fingers or slice their webs, their ahwey get everywhere in their face, more than appropriately they forget to hydrate.

An impostor would just present themselves as Anas Tigra - the fearless defender of the Jedi and the executioner of the unsalvageable.

The real Anas trips over their own boots at least every ten to fifteen minutes.

14: How do they put out a candle? — The Chiss Pack &lt;3 Teque'evira'zure: Smothers it with the lid or something else.

Mart'adasha'zoani: Blows it out. Simple, traditional.

Sark'anin'loski: Water. He has a spray bottle, or he dumps it in the candle. Sometimes under the faucet.

Ilev'ari'do: With his fingers. He’s a fucking mongrel sometimes. ( @puirell )

16: What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head? — Chixo Kallig | Rukota / SI Oh by name? :) Aloysius Kallig, Lord Ergast, Darth Andru, Kalatosh Zavros, Horak-Mul. Then you have Darth Zash, Khem Val, and occasionally Overseer Harkun (back in the day). Darth Thanaton forEVER.

17: What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them? — Protth'owik'hanista | Khanista / IA Khanista feels like the acid burns marring the left side of her face are all people will see about her. While she hopes that they're intimidating enough to get her way, she's always had worry that it'll affect her seduction skills. (It does not.) But on the flip side - people hardly notice, because (a) everyone has scars, (b) she's fucking stunning, and (c) she has the shocking power of appearing like a circling vulture waiting on its meat to drop dead.

(ping for @murder-and-mayhem heehee)

23: What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don't even remember? — Darrash Aron Nealev / IA HUNTER'S DEATH.

Of which I say, of course Hunter can't remember that. Hunter is dead. Vector thinks less of it because he was there, but he didn't know the gravity for himself - only through Darrash, and Darrash hardly let on that he was deeply grieving. He's saved so many lives before, talked countless targets off the ledge.. why couldn't he save this one? Was this karma for allowing Jadus to use the Eradicators to full capacity? For not saving Ardun? Darrash tried. He tried so hard, he had medkits, but Hunter refused. What could he have done differently to have kept Hunter alive? Why did he fail? Why did Hunter think death was preferable to mercy? Was Darrash's mercy not good enough?

26: How would they respond to being fired by a good boss? — Darth Vindican / SI In this case, I'll say it was Darth Ikoral's departure from the Empire, and finding out much later that Ikoral had trained another champion in his stead rather than just .. taking his so-called prodigy along with him. Was Vindican supposed to be an anchor, or was he not worth the effort to bring along? The Master who raised him in the Pureblood ways and brought him as a son really didn’t want to be with him?

He was beyond devastated when the realization hit. He spent over seventy years believing he was the top of the line when he feels Ikoral die, and hears that he died as a traitor. A lost relic.

28: What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want? — Kamada | Lord Nebroa / SW Kamada says she wants nothing, respect. She wants justice, she wants revenge, she wants righteousness. Lord Nebroa is actually a psychopath who sets her sights on one problem and decides the best answer is slaughterhouse.

34: How do they greet someone they like / love? — Nikpiutiuth Umirmi Idojoin Didroits Ditsdai : Ji diu Ana awon ri Wora / Priestess OH LOOK AN EXCUSE TO WORLDBUILD

Nikpiutiuth greets her husbands with a gentle bow in response to their much deeper one, addressing them with their full names and touches their lifestone (a kyber crystal carried with them since birth, a sort of way to summarize their life energy and "vibe check" them!)

Her children are greeted in the same way, especially when they get older. But she will always sneak a tight hug for them and kiss their heads all over, even purposefully messing up their hair.

As for the granddaughter she raised as her own (as the only one to follow her into the Light path), she gets the same greeting - but with kisses, tight hugs, and usually a slip of candy when other priests aren’t looking.

37: What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell? — Darrash Aron Nealev / IA Ohhhhhh good question. Because he has um. Very Many Different Partners to choose from and they all bring different trusts to the table, different AUs bring different circumstances. So I'll break it down!

Tika Kiza | His father was the Eagle, and he killed him. Sorta. Specifically because Darrash had to sacrifice himself for her life twice, once on Nar Shaddaa while he was undercover and again on Quesh when she was marked as a traitor. For her to find out that he wouldn't spare his own father, it would absolutely devastate her. She wouldn't know where or what his boundaries of mercy are, nor whether she's crossed them yet.

Vector Hyllus | Sorry there's like. Next to nothing that Vector doesn't already know about his husband. Darrash turned into an open book for him, and happily offered up words at best to explain what he was feeling; Vector was the only person left standing that he'd be willing to trust with his full heart and soul.

Hunter + Kye'lin ( @grandninjamasterren ) + Merrow ( @firebird-legacy ) + Theron | He would never tell Hunter how badly it hurt to go against him and be constantly controlled throughout those missions, he would never tell Kye'lin how he fears that someone will finally go too far and kill him, he would never tell Merrow how he's paralyzed at the thought that one day Merrow won't be Merrow anymore. And par for course, Darrash is legitimately scared Theron's gonna run headlong into something and get himself killed.

42: If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be? — Samcas Reedjay / RT Why Taris fucking sucks, more than most people think! Not because of the rampant rakghoul problem, not because of the radiation, not because of what the Empire did and/or are doing. But just because this is his homeworld, and this is all he will ever be known for. Or at least, that's what he's afraid he'll only be known for. [ DOES TARIS SUCK? AN EXPLANATION AS TO WHY IT FUCKING SUCKS. BY SAMCAS L. REEDJAY ]

44: What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why? — Ohah'veki / Smuggler I'll be frank here and say Basic, since he was born and raised on Ord Mantell - most dealings he had growing up were with other Humans in the area, or just travelers in general who figured it was easier to default to Basic than bother with a translator droid. Secondary to Bothan, since his babysitter was Bothan. Ryl/Twi'leki doesn’t count since it was his first language anyway.

46: Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen? — Markai'leth Ur-Todell / SW He's very much a listener, especially for Leiythir ( @grandninjamasterren ) and their adopted kid Talhehk, who could always use an open ear. If you want to hear him go off on a tangent of any caliber, just start talking shit on the Light side or say something insanely false. He will look at you like you just turned into a hydra and the 'play lecture' button has been pushed. Good luck.

(Or compliment him. He'll infodump on the history of whatever you complimented!)

48: Who would they say 'yes' to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do? — Cas'lava Tiyya Umirmi Crohlava Âlinai : Ri Snaâ Tatyiji Irwasa + Mulaish Tiyya Umirmi Azhadtsûz Jakush : Mohtini Mohtina ir ri Ahctibûn Ardkûiauh Tiranjûu / SI Cas'lava typically has to say 'yes' a lot, mostly to save face with other Darths around her and to keep her alliances as sound as she can. Mulaish is unfortunately learning from her; however, should he start looking to Rukota for any social cues..

Cassie is more likely to say yes to her mother and father, or if Mulaish has something; family first. Then her peers of Darth status, then Lords. Mulaish has to say yes to anyone over the rank of Apprentice anyway.

50: What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don't agree with? — Ruisi ( @puirell ) Power-chasing by any means necessary. Ol' girl Ruisi. She chases power no matter the cost to herself and others. She will betray anyone, kill anything, absolutely slaughter whatever dares to tell her "no". And she will have no remorse in how she distorts her reality and tears herself apart, because she believes this is the ultimate path to power - to outclassing the Sith themselves. Outclassing death.

51: What's a phrase they say a lot? — Krûlkai Usahi Ujûnow Savba Iquqkisy : M'tye Kuris Valia Eikutyr | Eikutyr / SW “Diâ Typhojem tutniri mus wau..” < And Typhojem forsakes us again.. >

Usually reserved for dire catastrophes; Eikutyr finds nearly every waking moment of her day being one of said catastrophes.

53: Who would / do they believe without question? — Ffon Althe / SI He believes himself. He is worthy. He is a worthy being; he is worth love, he is worth life, he is worth a chance to thrive and be happy with whatever he chooses to do with himself. He deserved better than what Harkun gave him.

56: If they're scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear? — Klaprika Vranai / SW They have some extreme trust issues, so self-soothing is their go-to. Do not touch them. They might try to hurt you. This is the same across the board, best friends and family included.

58: How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme? — Tylado Bentismo + Eckard Lokin / IA Let’s see.. individually? (years as of 13 ATC)

Tylado: Basketweaving (2y - X), knitting (8y - X), sewing Eckard’s lab coats back together (31y - ✔), plant husbandry (18y - ✔)

Eckard: Not blowing something up (67y - X), not crossing absurd genetic strains (42y - X), animal husbandry (4y - X), Tylado husbandry (40y - ✔)

And together: RAISING THIS LITTLE HELLION NAMED DARRASH ARON NEALEV (14Y, GIVE OR TAKE - ✔)

[dark-twist-fairytales]

I am the god of this universe, and I say: Sarnax is good with children.

[suncannibal]

I love this song ohah

[tickled-2-death]

I saw your post about tma tickle requests and I have literally never thought about lonelyeyes tickles, but now I need to see Elias brought down a peg or six by his ex-ex-ex husband(soon to add another ex) who's probably at least semi-transparent and covered in fog. Bonus points for all the sass!

Attitude Adjustment

Content warnings: unhealthy relationship, dubious consent(?), tickle torture, begging, feet content specifically, not necessarily sexual but sexual acts are mentioned.

This is a tickle fic.

“Peter, I have told you this several times before, and I will only repeat myself this once. I am not going anywhere near that pathetic boat.”

Elias just can’t seem to catch a fucking break today. First it was some shipment issue at the Archives, namely involving those two identical circus freaks with some mysterious box. Then, once they finally convinced him to sign off on it (he’ll just replace whoever dies in artifact storage, no big deal), there was some petty little catfight in the archives itself. One that he, despite all the paperwork that needed to be sorted, had to go downstairs and tell Jonathan off about. That’s not to mention that his coffee was cold by the time he got back, and-

“Darling, my love, my light. You’re thinking too hard.”

… and his husband, one Mr. Peter “just fuck off out to sea and forget it all” Lukas, simply will not shut up.

Elias pinches the bridge of his nose, propped up in their lavish bed in his silk pajamas, by all means in a position to relax that he intends not to spoil.

“I can’t stand the smell”, he begins to explain, “I cant stand the Lonely, and honestly the thought of being trapped on a giant metal hunk of rubbish with you for several months on end makes me want to disappear already.”

Peter, despite his patron and what you’d expect as a result of it, nearly never stops smiling. It’s a smug little shit sort of smile, mind you, but it hardly ever leaves his face. As of now, it droops into a frown.

“Elias, if we’re going to beat our record of staying married for four months-“

“Five months. Five months is the record.”

The captain sighs.

“If we’re going to make this work for more than five months, we’ve got to accept one another’s help! I’m just trying to think of a way to cheer you up, to get some of that tension out of you, in the only way I know how!”

Elias considers this, and ultimately decides that his husband is right. He’s a snarky bastard, even worse than Elias himself at times, but he’s trying to do the right thing. It’s the thought that counts? Right???

It doesn’t really matter. 200 years and counting, and he’s never been interested in admitting his own faults. Why start now? Especially for Peter goddamn Lukas.

So the shrewish little Beholder pulls out his bitchiest of bitch voices, and simply replies; “Well, you’d hardly like it if I recommended you to take someone’s statement, or delve into someone’s personal life for an ounce of fear, now would you?”, before rolling over and turning off his bedside lamp.

Something within Peter snaps just then. Not genuine anger, or at least not the violent sort. No, it’s simply the sudden and undeniable urge to teach someone a lesson. Elias’ eyes go wide, having Known what was about to happen, but it’s too late.

Peter roughly digs his fingers into his husband’s ribs, and vibrates them between the bones with all his might.

“OH FUCK-“ is all the poor, helpless man can manage before descending into mad cackles against his will. His dignity would never allow such a boisterous display of emotion, but there’s hardly a chance to suppress it in this position.

Instinctively, he rolls onto his stomach to escape the horrific sensation at his side. However, this proves to be the worst thing he could’ve possibly done, because Peter takes the opportunity to straddle his ass and get both sides at once.

“PEHEHETER! YOU- STOHAHAP THIS AT OHAHANCE! NOW!” Elias demands through several squeals, drumming his bare feet against the mattress behind them. Hands desperately grabbing for purchase or perhaps Peter’s dastardly wrists.

He doesn’t let up, of course, and that smile is back with a vengeance.

“Hmm- what was that kinky sex term you told me about? Where you punish someone for talking back?” Peter asks, tone jovial and unclear as to whether the question is genuine or rhetorical.

Elias, in turn, accidentally projects the answer into his mind. Mouth otherwise occupied with screams of ticklish agony.

“Brat taming, that’s right! Are you going to stop being a brat, Elias? Or is your significantly larger, stronger husband going to have to tickle you until you cry? We both know I’m well trained in regards to tying knots, so you’d better keep that in mind.”

Deciding to give the ribs a bit of a break, lest he accidentally bruise them, Peter jams his fingers into Elias’ sensitive underarms. It’s absolutely delightful, the way he screams even louder and clamps his arms to his sides. As if that will help, now that the offending digits are trapped exactly where they shouldn’t be.

“NOW! YOUHOHOHOL STOP RIHIGHT NOW! I DEHEHEE- DEMAHAHAND IT!!!” Elias tries to compel, but the concentration required to do so simply isn’t there.

Peter continues to burrow his fingertips into Elias’ armpits, wiggling and scritching across the ultra sensitive skin like worms trying to dig into the earth. He flails as much as humanly possible, twisting and snorting up a storm all the while, but Peter’s legs hold firm to his hips. He’s stuck, and completely at the other avatar’s mercy.

“I’m afraid I’ll have to keep on like this, love. That is, until you apologize, and whatever comes out of your mouth even now can and will be held against you. So let’s fix that attitude, yeah?”

Elias’ laugh goes silent, eyes screwed shut rendering his powers completely useless. Not that they weren’t already, but now he can’t even read Peter’s thoughts.

Mercifully, the tickling comes to a stop after about five straight minutes of torture. Elias takes the opportunity to breath, and to pout, while Peter continues to ramble on.

“Not going to say anything, then? That’s alright, I’ve got another place in mind. Remember that one time you asked for a foot massage, and every time I pressed too light you’d kick and tell me to do better? Well, if you can’t handle a massage I’d hate to see how you’ll handle ten fingers intentionally tickling you.”

Elias uses what little of his strength he’s got left to buck his hips. Nothing happens, so he begins to thrash any way he can, kicking and babbling out a mantra of “nononono”-

But Peter is quick, and built tough like the boat that stared this whole argument. It takes about two seconds for him to turn around, placing all his weight on the trapped ankles of his smart-mouthed partner. He cracks his knuckles, gives a quick wink in Elias’ direction, and scribbles his fingers up two shaking soles.

Elias cries out, pounding his fists against the mattress. “NNOOHOHO! PETERPETERPETER- GEHEET OOHOFF- I CAHANT!”

“Are you pleading with me?” He responds, otherwise uncaring and unwavering in his assault. He wiggles his nails against the soles of one foot, and digs in between the toes of the other.

Even now, there is the slightest hesitation. But when he adjusts his position so that he can rub his beard against Elias’ trapped feet, all remaining pride goes out the window and into the endless Vast.

“PLEHEHASEPLEASEPLEASE- SOHAHA- SORRY! DAHARLINGPLEASE-“

“Trying to appeal to my humanity, darling? I should be offended you’d use such language just to get away from me and my glorious facial hair”.

Tears stream down Elias’ face. The scruffy hairs rubbing against his soles is just too much to handle. So he does the unthinkable and gives up.

“PEHEHEETEERRRR-“ is all he can manage, all he can think in the midst of this hell, and somehow it’s enough for him to get the message.

“Alright, alright. Calm down, love, let me help.” Peter soothes, giggling at the little twitches he evokes by firmly rubbing Elias’ feet of residual tingles.

Elias, on the other hand, is utterly spent. He feels heavy as a sack of bricks, completely limp and hiccuping like a maniac. Once his awful, evil husband has decided that his feet can be left alone, he starts to rub his back.

“Poor, mean little thing you are. So sensitive for such a powerful man.” Peter coos, and despite himself Elias falls asleep to the sound of his voice and comforting feel of his hands.