#TSWU

[delcat177]

!!

Will they

Will they

WILL THEY

Yeah that's about right actually

Stay here until I can set the board

Shut up or I'll nail your other foot to the floor

[delcat177]

DO NOT LET STAN BE THE EDUCATOR HERE

'ford doesn't know about 9/11' Ford left earth in 1982. Ford doesn't know the cold war fucking ended.

[toadstep]

hmm,,

[delcat177]

Thank you for all of your loving Thank you for all of your tears Thank you for all of your kindness Thank you for being here --John 4

[25centsoda]

Whistling Fic - SW

Fuck it, have the first part that I literally just finished, b/c I’m impatient XD

Backround, this is post-ESB and Luke is trying to find out more about the Jedi. This fic has actual plot, and angst, and such, but I literally just started it last night lmao so we’ll see how long it ends up and how long edits take. It’ll go on AO3 when it’s closer to finished.

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The green powder exploded in his face and Luke stopped, coughing. Through the tears streaming down his face, he saw the Nightsister turn through the trees and vanish. He sank to one knee, doubled over. He couldn’t stop coughing. He couldn’t breathe.

Luke sneezed, and the coughing stopped abruptly.

He took a deep breath and tried to shout, “Hey!”

All that came out was a whistling noise that vaguely followed the shape of the word.

What?!

He put a hand to his chest and tried again.

“Tswuuuu. Tswu!”

No! What the hells!

He tried Huttesse. It came out as that same whistling noise; almost, but not quite understandable. The one Alderaani curse that Leia had taught him. Corellian. None of it worked.

Even Wookiee, shaky as his pronunciation had been last week when Chewie tried to teach him, came out as a whistle.

Kriffing hells.

Luke sighed. At least that came out normally.

Well, maybe this was what he got for trying to chase a Nightsister. It hadn’t been all that likely that they knew much about the Jedi, anyway…

He kicked a pile of rocks, and they clattered.

Why did the Empire have to destroy everything?

He kicked another pile over.

His home. Leia’s planet. Countless lives. Entire cultures. Anything that they thought didn’t “fit.”

A third pile fell to his foot.

Why couldn’t they just—

Something ensnared Luke in the Force, wrapping around his limbs like living vines. It squeezed, and his senses lit up like a live wire. He screamed, a high-pitched whistle.

The Force warped and bubbled, distorting into nonsense, like a view through warped glass. Luke barely registered it when he fell to the dirt, the scattered rocks digging into his side. The vines dug into his skin, piercing. His vision wavered in and out, unfocused.

All he knew was the pain, consuming and contorting him. The galaxy, once dimensional and full of life, was blurred and distorted. His head pounded and his fingers, near senseless, clawed at the dirt, trying to escape this feeling.

Only the sharp rocks digging into his sides grounded Luke to the present. Somewhere in the distance, a bird shrieked.

Time was liquid around him.

Leia…Han…Chewie…Wedge…

Would he get back to them? He should’ve brought R2…the little astromech could’ve called for help…

That kriffing bird wouldn’t stop shrieking. He flung a loose handful of dirt with an uncoordinated hand, but that did nothing. Probably didn’t get anywhere near the bird.

He lay in the dirt, writhing, for what felt like hours, the galaxy as distant as shelter in a sandstorm.

Gradually, slowly, the pain subsided, the metaphysical vines loosening around his body. Luke became aware that the shrieking was coming from him, and he closed his mouth. He groaned and rolled over, taking his cheek off the dirt. The air was heavy in his lungs, weighing him down.

His warped perspective of the Force darkened, like the moment when a sandstorm became thick enough to obscure the suns.

Luke tensed, squeezing his eyes shut. Futilely, he hoped that whatever it was would leave him alone, but with the luck he was having today? Not likely.

He didn’t feel like he could move, anyway; each limb felt like it had been shattered by the pressure, though he knew from experience that actual broken bones wouldn’t hurt like this. Ben and Yoda had never taught him about injuries in the Force. Luke couldn’t even begin to guess at the protocol.

Ksssh. Kosshh.

His eyes flew open and he rolled over unthinkingly. Pain ripped through his chest and Luke winced, then he caught sight of who had arrived.

Darth Vader.

“Oh, not you!” Luke tried to say, but all that came out was an irritated, whistled approximation.

Vader stopped short.

“Luke?”

“Tswu-uu.” Father. Luke whistled sharply, an attempted curse.

Had he blacked out? Was this a dream, or was his father actually here?

“You are hurt,” Vader said shortly.

No duh.

“I assume you ran afoul of a Nightsister?”

Luke whistled an affirmative, and laid back on the ground, looking up at the dark sky. The rocks were still digging into his flesh, now his back. It was uncomfortable now that he wasn’t distracted by whatever the hells that had been.

Vader’s hand twitched, and he straightened. Without warning, Luke was hauled upwards. He screamed, his body protesting the motion, but his father didn’t stop until Luke was clutched in his embrace.

“Young one, what have you done?” Vader demanded.

What do you mean, ‘what have I done’? A Nightsister cast a spell on me and I can’t kriffing speak!

Did Vader seriously expect an answer?

Luke glared up at his father and whistled as if it would come out as Basic, tearing into him. If Vader couldn’t understand him, why hold back?

“Tswu tswu tswuu tswu TSWUU!”

Vader sighed. “Never mind. I will find out later. Sleep, my son.”

Exhaustion overcame Luke, and consciousness slipped out of his fingers.

[delcat177]

So they can either kiss each other or kill each other in the process

why are my two favorite tropes "seemingly powerful and dominating guy turns out to be kind of pathetic" and "silly goofball of a man turns out to be terrifyingly powerful"

[aloftmelevar]

NEW TSWU CHAPTER!! the brothers try to figure out what’s wrong with ian...

[remnts-blog]

For my collective “TSWU” (The Sound Within Us)

remnts. - Yōkai

TSWU002 coming soon

[thespecialistworksus]

It's Cocktail Friday at TSWUS. #tswus #thespecialistworksus #itransactmedia #legobatman

[delcat177]

why be realistic

don't wake me from my dream

I was individualistic

they kicked me off the team

[almarshad7]

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[channelalt-blog]

Wake Up & Press Play | WUAPP

Origin: Birmingham

Released 29th May 2016

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[treago]

i have assumed literally every single characters voice completely incorrectly so far

[delcat177]

If you're renegotiating once someone is in subspace, you're writing dubcon. I happen to think that's one of the joys of fiction, because no one can get hurt, but if your thing is making a facsimile of a real scene to make it totally consensual and you do not know how to do that, you might want a little bitty more research.

So, first off, this is not an attempt to kink shame (dubcon and noncon are great!) but I do keep seeing a thing in fics (I do NOT see this irl in kink spaces nearly as often) where like. A character will interrupt the flow of the scene to check consent

And I don't mean in an "are we still green?" Or "what's your color?" kind of way, but I mean. The author has tagged the fic and indicated via prose and/or author notes that they are doing their Due Diligence to make sure this fic is Righteously Consensual from top to bottom, No Question About It

And a character will ask for full sexual consent either directly or indirectly or renegotiate the boundaries of the kinks being practiced AFTER the sex acts have already begun.

Here's the thing: horny brain isn't great at making decisions! irl in kink spaces, there's often a lot of emphasis on negotiating BEFORE the scene begins, perhaps even with a space between negotiation and the scene if it's with a new/unfamiliar partner (maybe it's a few minutes while things are set up, maybe the partners negotiate a day or more in advance! It depends!), and not changing the parameters of the scene after someone is already horny or god forbid already in subspace.

Again, these are perfectly fine rules to break in fiction, when the author is aware of it (most characters are not going to be fully familiar with safe, sane, consensual practices and the traffic light system, nor would we want them to be!) but I'm increasingly finding fics where the author DOESN'T seem aware, which takes a normal fic (in-character, with reasonable but perhaps even somewhat dubious practices, which the author isn't emphasizing or preaching about) into Red Flag Territory (a character, OOC, yanking me out of the scene to behave like a PSA about consent instead of conforming to the horny tone of the scene, and perpetuating unsafe practices anyway)

If you are writing a master manipulator or someone who wants to have a gotcha, you totally said it was okay on a character they are trying to bone (which is well in the realm of non/dubcon) that's fine! This PSA is not aimed at you. But if you are trying to write someone who Cares Strongly About Consent, then perhaps be more aware of when is an appropriate time to escalate the situation (sexually speaking) or ask for consent!

[25centsoda]

Spare Me Your Voice

The whistling fic, now on AO3!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38163151/chapters/95341102

Summary:  Luke, hoping to find a way to avoid being doomed by his father's Darkness, journeys to Dathomir to see what the remains of the Nightsister's have to say about the Force and balance. Unfortunately, nothing goes as planned, and Vader himself shows up to pick up the pieces.

Excerpt:

Green powder exploded in his face, obscuring the forest around him, and Luke stopped mid-run, coughing. Through the tears streaming down his face, he saw the Nightsister turn through the trees and vanish. He sank to one knee in the dirt, doubled over. His chest twisted. He couldn’t stop coughing. He couldn’t breathe.

Luke sneezed, and the coughing stopped abruptly.

He inhaled and tried to shout “Hey!”

All that came out was a whistling noise that vaguely followed the shape of the word.

What?!

“Tswu. Tswuuuuuu! ” Hey. Heyyyyyyy!

No! What the hells!

He tried Huttesse. All that came out of his mouth was the same whistling noise; almost, but not quite understandable.

The one Alderaani curse that Leia had taught him.

Corellian.

None of it worked.

Even Shyriiwook, shaky as his pronunciation had been last week when Chewie tried to teach him, came out as a whistle.

Kriffing hells.

Luke sighed. At least that came out normally.

How was he supposed to contact Leia now? If he didn’t check in with her on time, she’d worry, and he didn’t want to contribute to all the stress she was under as a member of High Command. Since she’d lost Han, she’d been even worse. Luke wasn’t sure how she’d handle losing another close friend.

[aloftmelevar]

chapter 13 of TSWU is out!! the quest begins...