#The galaxy is endless CRUSHED me

[worldsxtar]

Haikyuu angst FICS just hit too hard

Literally.

[wannabepoeticischiya]

if I can stop one heart from breaking

[ 11 ] — the present

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He existed in the morning dew, in the afternoon haze, within the illusions of twilight. He was there. In the silence of midnight, in the wake of dawn... he was there.

Hoshina Soushiro was everywhere... except right here. He existed in every corner of the cosmos—just not in the space beside her.

If only you did not come to me that day… if only you had left me to this cruel fate.

Everything in Tokyo was too bright. The sun, the buildings, the people… like they were left in eternal autumn; shaded every color lighter, every color brighter than what they should be.

Echoes of sound rang from every corner, meandering from one street onto another. Chatters of everyday life drifted into the horizons of the sky—the same blue canvas she had been cradled under nearly seven years ago. When the space beside her wasn’t so… cold. A rift in time that felt surreal, nothing but a momentary reverie. So short lived one would wonder if it really did happen.

Everything in Tokyo was too loud. There existed no orchestra of trees, no singing waters, not even the rhythmic thuds of wood parrying one another. Only the frantic footfalls from the rush hours, beeping of the pedestrian crossing lanes, blares of the trains passing by.

It was a world riddled in chaos—a world in ruin, but there were no people laughing. The promise of a happy life at the price of nothing was nothing but a make-believe. An illusion of hope conjured by those who have yet to witness the cruelty of reality. Or those who shouldered the weight of it all only to realize that people who swore to share the weight will leave them to be crushed, barely held together by a thread that was ready to break.

Everything in Tokyo... felt out of reach. Here, in this place where humans were so close to touch. Galaxies were nearer. Black holes pulling it closer all together, all at once, but never enough to destroy. The scenery before her looked more like a dream. A distant fantasy blurring between the lines of sadness and anger.

Him—just like everything else in this godawful city… he was far too vivid.

Everywhere she goes, he was there.

A poster. A billboard. Someone with the same height. An image of him that would disappear when the light turned green, and vehicles would swarm the highways. The song that would play in the local convenience store. A knife lying on the kitchen island. He was there.

In every little thing… he was there.

The air was cold; summer nearing its end. She didn't know if the breeze was a gentle caress to soothe her aching heart or if it was a ruse—a reminder that his warmth will never return to her. That she'll spend autumn and winter and spring and all the seasons after that feeling like all the stars have disappeared.

Maybe, it has. Maybe, when he decided to walk away from her, he took all the lights that hung in the sky. Maybe, the moment he told her to stop loving him, he plunged the heavens into infinite darkness.

One would think that after all these years he would be nothing but an echo. A buzz in the thundering events of daily life—one wave in the finite vastness of the ocean. A lone cloud painted on the canvas of the sky.

But he remained.

A melody in an endless tune, dust motes that littered the air, the scent of violet that followed like daylight.

He existed in the morning dew, in the afternoon haze, within the illusions of twilight.

He was there.

In the silence of midnight, in the wake of dawn… he was there.

Hoshina Soushiro was everywhere… except right here.

He existed in every corner of the cosmos—just not in the space beside her.

Perhaps, it wouldn’t hurt as much—that maybe we’d be alright… even if we were not lovers.

Her fingers curled around cold metal, heaving the heavy object over her shoulder, walking over to the edge of the tall wall. Away from the sight of the city. The reminder of him and all his empty promises. Letting the curtain fall over the cabinet that housed his achievements; announced his priorities.

“This is Captain [Name], requesting permission for limiter removal.”

Because he surrendered.

“Copy that, releasing in three… two… one…”

He grew tired.

Unleashed Combat Power—93 Percent.

And he gave up.

Uehara [Name] gave all that she could. In every waking moment, she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders: his dreams, her family’s expectations, what society had wanted from her. Those moons that have passed them by, only once did she voice out that she had enough. Only once did she ask if she could still take it. Just once did she gather the courage to say what she really felt—that it was heavy and it hurt, that she was tired.

Just one time, out of the many times that she could have given it all up, but she didn’t.

Turns out, it only took him one time, too… to throw it all away. To leave and never come back.

[Name] needed him to fight for them that night—in that moment—because she was exhausted from fighting alone.

Just one time, she grew weary… and he left.

Is that what your love is like, Soushiro? How could you give up so easily? How could you not find a reason to stay?

“You’re clear for fire, Captain.”

Was it not enough that I loved you too?

The weapon in her arm grew heavy, even after years of training her body to reach past its limits… it never felt lighter—not her weapon nor the feeling withering in her chest. No matter how many times she pulled the trigger or how many people she met, she remained behind an invisible wall. Restless nights from the cramps of her muscles. The aches of her heart.

At some point, I wanted to believe we could always be together wherever I ended up. But I realize just how selfish that sounds. Maybe that’s what I am. A cruel, heartless liar. The person who deserves you the least. Who comes last in your list of priorities. The last thought. Last resort. The failsafe. And it’s okay… so long as I’ll have you. Turns out you didn’t have room for me in your heart, but I tried to be greedy for once.

It was all the same.

A wall of fire erupted from the distance, vaporizing the waters of the ocean. Skies of the summer season were always curtained by the unending parade of clouds, now they circled around the body of the obliterated kaiju.

Streams of fiery sunlight pierced through the haze, flowing down on the cold metal wrapped around her finger. Tarnished under the care of time.

If I could have stopped your heart from breaking… maybe, I could have saved mine too.

Thank you all so much for your support! It really means a lot <33 This story has been a rollercoaster of emotions, even for me! It took me all of summer break to write this because I was sitting around watching fruits basket (it was posted on ao3 first 🥰) the comments and hearing other people's thoughts really make me happy 😁 I cannot thank you enough for reading this one-shot expanded story, it really was meant to be a one-shot, honest🤚 I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I had fun TEARS, THE LITERAL TEARS, THE SCREAMS, THE PAINFUL HEARTACHE OF WRITING THE HAPPY SCENES KNOWING I WAS GONNA HURT THEM, THE JAWBREAKING GRIN I HAD WHEN I WAS KICKING AND GIGGLING, AND THE REALIZATION THAT IT WASN'T GONNA END HAPPILY writing it 😇🙏

If you're interested, see my other works🧺🤗

Preview: had I not seen the stars

The worst part of it all was that I still remember it. I still remember your love. I walk around this damned city remembering it all. I'm going to live in a universe you've left me in. And I'm going to die in a universe you've loved me in.

[valkyrieromanoff]

👻GHOST OF YOU: FORCE GHOST! ANAKIN X YOU (day 11 of 31)

synopsis: Navigating the mourning of Anakin's death, you find an artifact that could change your course.

warning: angst, a bit sad, honestly, a lot sadder.

a/n: Hello there, so apparently I'm a masochist, and I love suffering,  hope you like it💖

ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴅᴏ

ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴏᴜʀ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ

ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ

Grief is a funny thing. It twists your mind into knots, filling your heart with endless waves of sorrow. At first, you deny it, not wanting to believe that your loved one is gone—that you will never see them again, never hear their voice, never feel their warmth. Your last conversation becomes a haunting echo, the final words exchanged between you now tinged with regret. You start to think of everything you could have done differently—every 'what if' becomes a trap, a never-ending spiral of guilt that consumes you.

You had been on the other side of the galaxy when Order 66 happened. For better or worse, you were on a mission, far away from your battalion, meeting a Jedi informant under the guise of hunting down a lost lightsaber. There were no clones around. When the news came, you didn’t know what to feel. There was guilt—guilt for being so far, for not being able to save your men, for leaving them to the clutches of Palpatine’s orders. But deep down, you knew it was for the best. You wouldn’t have had the strength to fight them, to defend yourself from their blasters. They were your comrades, your family.

But then came the news from Master Kenobi. The message was brief, but its impact shattered your world: The Jedi Order has fallen. Chancellor Palpatine is a Sith. Anakin is dead. 

The ground beneath your feet crumbled, and the universe itself seemed to collapse in on you. Denial was your first refuge. No, it can’t be true, you thought as you discarded your Jedi robes, blending into the Coruscant crowd. Anakin couldn't be dead. He’ll contact me, you told yourself. You held onto that hope desperately, needing to believe in something. You waited, clinging to the idea that he would find you—that he was alive and would come for you.

But the comlink remained silent.

Days passed, and then anger set in. A white-hot rage bubbled within you, burning under your skin. Why had no one told you the full truth? Why did everything seem to fall apart, with no one giving you the answers you needed? You threw the comlink across the room, watching it shatter into pieces. The sound of it breaking was satisfying, but fleeting. You screamed into your pillow that night, cursing the universe, cursing fate for taking Anakin away from you. It was irrational, but grief always is.

The anger subsided, but only to give way to bargaining. You combed through your memories, replaying every conversation, every interaction with Anakin, searching for a reason, an explanation. Maybe he’s hiding, you convinced yourself. Maybe he survived, and he’s waiting for the right time to return. You clung to this hope, promising the universe—promising yourself—that you would do anything, anything, to get him back. He couldn’t be dead. Not Anakin, not the Chosen One. You told yourself that if there was any chance, you’d find a way to bring him back.

But as time went on, hope withered. Depression settled over you like a thick fog, weighing down every part of you until it became impossible to move, to think, to feel anything other than the crushing emptiness. You cried until your eyes were red and swollen, but the tears didn’t stop. They became your constant companion, a reflection of the hollow ache in your chest. The pain was suffocating. It felt like you were drowning in your own grief, and there was no way out.

Months passed. Then years. You isolated yourself from the world, locked in your little rented room, next to a bar where you spent your nights drinking to numb the pain. You were a shadow of your former self, carrying the weight of loss and regret everywhere you went. Anakin was gone, and so too was your will to live.

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It was Halloween today. Not that you’d have known if a plastic skeleton hadn’t slapped you in the face when you stepped out of the boarding house. The streets were alive with festive crowds, but the joy and excitement felt foreign to you. Pulling your cloak tighter around your chest, you walked quickly through the sea of people. You had one goal: buy your monthly supplies and retreat back into your self-imposed exile.

The soft chime of bells announced your entrance into a small, mystical shop. The air inside was thick with incense and the strange, shimmering energy of crystals and floating tables. You had no interest in the artifacts, no faith in anything supernatural since the day you lost your connection to the Force.

Your fingers absentmindedly trailed along the shelves until they brushed against something familiar—cold, smooth metal. A holocron. You stared at it for a long moment, memories of your Jedi training flashing in your mind.

“See something you like, dear?” An elderly Togruta behind the counter asked kindly.

You quickly pulled your hand away, shaking your head. “No, just here for the usual.”

The Togruta smiled gently, her knowing eyes scanning you as if she could see straight into your soul. After packing your supplies, she held your hand for a moment, her grip warm and firm. “Sometimes, what you’re looking for is already inside you.”

Her words sent a strange ripple through your chest, but you dismissed the feeling and left the shop, quickening your pace. As you reached into the bag, your fingers brushed against something that wasn’t supposed to be there—the holocron. Frowning, you pulled it out. You hadn’t bought it. But somehow, it was yours now.

Back in your room, sitting on the tiled floor of the small bathroom, you held the holocron in your hands. You hadn’t connected with the Force in years, but the muscle memory was still there, buried beneath your grief. Slowly, you let yourself open to the Force, its familiar warmth spreading through you. It was like coming home after years of wandering. The holocron flickered to life, revealing coordinates.

You didn’t know what drove you to follow them. It could have been a trap, or a meaningless lead. But it didn’t matter. You used every last credit to buy a ship, and set off, clinging to a sliver of hope you didn’t fully understand.

When you landed, the planet’s atmosphere felt strange—like the Force was alive here, more intense than anywhere you had been. The cold air stung your face as you stepped out of the ship, following the path of a golden glow that seemed to beckon you. You ran faster as it danced and spun, pulling you deeper into the snowy landscape. Finally, you stopped in front of an imposing wall of ice. The glow was gone.

You punched the ice in frustration, your knuckles stinging. “Dank farrik,” you muttered, falling to your knees. “I’m always alone.”

"That's pretty pessimistic. Master Yoda would have a few words about that."

You froze. That voice—his voice. Slowly, you lifted your head. There, standing before you, was Anakin. He smiled, that familiar mix of charm and warmth filling his expression.

“What’s wrong, my dear? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he said, his voice soft and teasing.

Hot tears ran down your cheeks before you could stop them. You stood, rushing to him, your arms wrapping around his solid, warm body. He was real. He hugged you tightly, his chin resting against your head as he inhaled the scent of your hair.

“I thought you were dead,” you stammered, words tumbling out as you clung to him. “Obi-Wan said... the Order... the Empire—”

“Shh,” he whispered, his hand stroking your hair. “It’s okay. I’m here now.”

You sobbed against his chest, years of grief and pain spilling out as you let yourself feel again. Anakin didn’t pull away. He held you until your tears subsided, letting you find solace in his arms.

After a long moment, you pulled back, gently cupping his face in your hands. His skin was warm, just as you remembered. You kissed him softly, as if trying to prove to yourself that this moment was real. His lips met yours with the same tenderness, a reunion of souls long separated.

But when you pulled back, he didn’t move to stand. His expression shifted—soft, but resigned. “I can’t go with you,” he said quietly.

Your heart sank. “What do you mean? I came all this way for you. You can’t leave me again.”

Anakin’s gaze held a mixture of love and sorrow. “I don’t belong to your world anymore.”

“What?” you whispered, your voice trembling. “What are you saying?”

“When I died, I became one with the Force. This is where I belong now. It’s my role to maintain balance in the galaxy,” he explained, his voice calm but filled with sadness.

Tears pricked your eyes once more. “But… it’s not fair. Please, Anakin. Just come back with me.”

He smiled gently, placing a hand over your heart. “I never left you. I’ll always be with you, right here.”

You sobbed, the weight of his words crashing down on you. “I don’t want to say goodbye.”

“We don’t have to say goodbye. We still have time together, right now,” he whispered, pulling you into his arms once more.

You kissed him again, pouring all your love and sorrow into that embrace, holding him as tightly as you could, knowing that your time was short. The hours passed in a blur of stolen moments, each one bittersweet, filled with the love you had for each other and the knowledge that it wouldn’t last.

As the sun began to rise, Anakin walked you back to your ship. “Is this goodbye?” you asked, your voice breaking.

Anakin smiled softly. “No. It’s see you soon.”

You boarded the ship, watching him through the viewport as he waved to you one last time. The ship lifted off, carrying you away from the planet’s surface, away from him.

Your heart still ached, but something had shifted. The grief that had consumed you for so long now felt different. You had accepted it. Anakin was gone, but he wasn’t lost. He was part of you, part of the Force, and though you would never forget him, you knew you had to keep living. For him. For yourself.

As the ship soared into the stars, you smiled faintly, feeling the weight of grief begin to lift.

Acceptance.

It didn’t mean forgetting. It didn’t mean letting go of the love you still had for him. But it meant living again. Moving forward, with the knowledge that Anakin would always be with you, even if he wasn’t by your side. And for the first time in years, you felt ready to take that step.

To live again.

[feruslands]

My sketch fanfic "Vader/Ferus"

For @reconstructwriter who inspired me to continue this long, heavy story and for everyone who loves "Vader/Ferus" (later Anakin/Ferus)

"Daddy Feri", part 7

Warnings: rape, cruelty

The next day, Darth Sidious gave the order to go on a new mission, and for the first time Vader realized that he did not want to go anywhere, but he could only postpone the mission.

"My Master, my body is not responding well. I need three days to undergo a set of medical procedures,” Vader said.

Palpatine pursed his lips in annoyance.

“Just one day and fly out immediately,” Sith hissed and cut the connection.

Palpatine was angry that his apprentice did not have the initiative characteristic of him, but it did not matter to Vader — the reckoning would be later, and now he could forget about the exhausting service for a while and be alone with himself. The Sith had a choice of how to spend this day – to start Leia's training or to undergo a course of medical procedures himself. And he chose the procedures without hesitation.

Vader felt that he was deceiving himself in some ways, but he couldn't figure out what. He had long buried Anakin Skywalker inside himself, but sometimes he was visited by unpleasant thoughts that neither Skywalker nor Darth Vader had ever lived their lives. Their lives have always been subordinated to something or someone else. 

Darth Vader hated the Jedi, but at the same time he hated his service to Palpatine. He traveled from one planet to another, suppressing riots, strengthening the power of the Empire, but for every defeated people, there was always another who took up weapons. The riots seemed to be rising in an endless stream of armed uprisings. Vader even had a tempting thought about the sudden death of the Emperor, but he understood very well that he alone would not be able to hold such power in his hands.

Vader wondered if he was really irreplaceable and unique, was he the chosen one of the Force?

He didn't know how many more years it would take him to crush all the rebellions and slaughter all the remaining Jedi, but every year Palpatine took over more and more power, and Vader began to doubt his own need, by the time the entire galaxy was completely deposed at Palpatine's feet.

All his thoughts boiled down to the fact that he had always been just an expendable item in the hands of the great puppeteer. And he sometimes felt trapped by himself, from which he saw no way out.

The regular rapes he committed on the old enemy became his outlet, he needed it like a drug. His body had demanded sexual pleasure for all the years he'd missed, and Vader wasn't going to deny himself that.

Thus, although Olin annoyed him, the Sith still found him useful. Vader's anxious thoughts receded as he forcibly took over the Jedi's body and enjoyed his own undivided power. He was especially acutely aware of his superiority while Ferus was trying to break free, struggling on the floor under him and howling in pain. And Vader felt pleasure, always vivid and incredible. And he couldn't get enough of it.

After the rape, he absorbed the hot, undisguised emotions of the man lying on the floor and sobbing. It was amazing how morally crushed and miserable Ferus became after their forced intercourse. And all this gave Vader satisfaction, his pain, his humiliation, his tears and his great shame. As if the Jedi had nothing else to worry about, just his shamefully fucked, naked, bleeding ass. 

"The shy bitch," the Sith thought with contempt.

He left this fucked-up shy bitch in the care of medical droids and went on the mission. This task turned out to be incredibly boring and long. The worst part was that the planet resembled Tatooine in its climate and landscape. The endless hot desert around the dome that protected the city from the fierce heat was getting on his nerves. He felt like a pickled vegetable in a jar, even though he knew that his armor's thermoregulation systems were perfectly fine-tuned.

When the election of the new ruler of the planet was completed, Vader very effectively and brutally crushed an attempt at rebellion by the opposition, and ordered his subordinates to immediately get out of this disgusting, arid planet. On the way to the Vjun, he reported to the Master that the task was completed, but Sidious ordered him to immediately turn to the capital. Vader knew exactly why. The emperor's personal audience with lightning strikes as a treat is the usual punishment for any disobedience.

He was carried out of the throne room of Sidious on a stretcher because he lost consciousness from the pain. The lightning strikes even damaged his armor. When Vader was taken to the Destroyer, he locked himself in his cabin and did not leave it until the end of the flight.

Wounded, angry, with damaged armor, Darth Vader hardly moved through the rooms of his fortress, and sent mental curses to Palpatine.

The maintenance droids loaded him into a bacta tank and he did not get out for a day. After that, he began to fully repair his armor, but on the same day he received a call from Palpatine demanding that he go on a new mission.

"What's the matter? Do you need long-term treatment and procedures again?" The Master asked.

Such the condescendingly mocking tone made Vader feel even more furious.

"Preferably," Vader replied calmly.

Palpatine's eyes flashed angrily.

“You can perform your medical procedures right on the Devastator. So you won't have to come back to the Vjun so often.”

"Yes, Master. But then I need a complete refurbishment of my personal quarters on the Devastator. The Bacta tank is not enough. I need to build an isolated capsule, and supply it with all the necessary medical equipment, as well…

"Do what you want in your apartment, I don't care," Sidious barked and cut the connection.

Vader smiled at his small victory. Sometimes the fact of his terrible disability could be used as a means of manipulation.

The Sith did not tolerate delay, so he immediately broadcast orders to the Destroyer to prepare for the conversion of his apartments. He only regretted that he couldn't carry Ferus in his pocket like a purebred animal.

But could anyone have prevented him from doing so? No one in the galaxy knew about the captured Jedi, not even Palpatine. Vader went to the next deception of his Master not only easily, but also with pleasure. Olin will be more useful if he is locked in a small cell on a Star Destroyer. And Vader quickly figured out how to do it.

Ferus felt that Vader had returned from his last mission not only embittered, but also wounded. He believed that the Sith had received his wounds and damage to the suit during the battle. Hoping that the Imperial army lost the battle to the rebels would be too positive, but if they suffered such serious losses, it was undoubtedly a good start.

Isolated from the outside world, the Jedi was deprived of the opportunity to observe the political situation in the galaxy, but even in the last year of his wanderings, he noticed a sharp dissatisfaction with Palpatine's policies to the point that many peaceful peoples began to take up arms to fight for their freedom. He wished the rebels luck in his mind, hoping that one day many worlds would unite to fight the Empire.

During his captivity, the Jedi managed to sufficiently study the bestial nature of his captor. Ferus knew that Vader would take it out on him for any of his failures or just because of his rotten mood. That's how it happened this time. At the moment when Vader appeared in the cell, Ferus was meditating, he was looking for a way to protect Leia from the rotten influence of darkness. Leia often had tantrums and cried almost every day for no reason.

Ferus's attempts to contact the Force probably displeased his jailer very much.

“Get undressed, whore,” Vader kicked the Jedi with his heavy metal prosthesis. 

“I won't.”

“Great, then I'll do it myself. ” Vader hurled the Jedi to the floor with a torrent of Force

Ferus saw his sadistic pleasure. Vader, as always, was generous with insults and blows, but this time he also mocked the prisoner and the philosophy of the Jedi.

"And where is your entire Order now?" Sith hissed as he tore off his clothes. Vader leaned on top of him and pinned his superheavy prosthetic body to the floor.

"What will your Jedi Code tell you about this? " Vader asked mockingly as he shoved his dick into the ass of the resisting prisoner.

“«There is no emotion, there is peace», right? Or maybe my dick isn't in your dumb ass right now? Or is there, right?” the Sith just laughed at his helplessness and continued to fuck him roughly.

During intercourse, the Sith made vile sounds resembling something between the roar of a predator, the grunting of a fat Hutt and the creaking of an old droid. Ferus didn't respond to the rapist anymore, so as not to anger this scum even more. But he couldn't hold back the tears because of the pain. The only good thing about this situation was that while Vader was dealing with him, he wasn't paying attention to Leia.

Olin spent the next night in the medical unit. While the droids were treating him, he dreamed that the bastard who was raping him would leave as soon as possible. Palpatine often gave Vader lengthy assignments, but this time Vader unpleasantly surprised him when he informed him the next morning that they were flying together.

“For what?” There was concern in the Jedi's voice, he felt fear for Leia. Did the baby have to stay alone for a few weeks?

Vader didn't know if Olin was pretending to be an idiot or if it was a natural emotion, but he liked the confusion on his face.

“You're asking for what?” Vader asked mockingly, "Of course, so that I can use you for your intended purpose. And for that, I will smuggle you onto the Destroyer secretly, and no one will even know about your existence. You will live in a cramped cell like an animal.

Ferus froze, his face becoming like a mask.

“Why are you so surprised, Olin?” Vader continued to mock him, "What other use can you be? You're a half-educated Padawan, not a Jedi Master. You are a disgusting warrior. You're a lousy babysitter for a kid. But maybe you'll make a capable slut? So I will take you with me to use you to the fullest, that is, daily for my satisfaction.”

Everything inside Ferus snapped. His escape plan in Vader's absence had just been ruined.

“What about Leia?” Olin asked .

It stung Vader uncomfortably that the Jedi was worried about Leia.

“She'll be waiting for us here. And she's going to have to become very obedient for me to want to bring you back here alive. The same goes for you.”

"And what did she do to deserve it?"  Ferus asked indignantly.

Vader saw the Jedi's growing anger and it poured out in response. He didn't like that he was so worried about the baby.

“You annoy me,” Vader slapped him across the face, "Before you try to raise your voice at me again, you mud, remember that punishment will come.”

Ferus fell from the second blow to the stomach.

“Say goodbye to her before I change my mind.” Vader waved his hand, triggering the command to open the door mechanism.

Leia was standing in the open doorway. She rushed to Dad as soon as she saw him.

Through the pain in his head, the Jedi could feel his growing anger. He realized that Vader had already informed Leia about everything. Ferus should have told her such unpleasant news himself to mitigate this traumatic event, but Vader was damn elated at any manifestation of his stinking power, he couldn't help but make this moment painful for both of them. The Sith had easily doomed Leia to the frightening ordeal of being forced to leave her parent, and Ferus hated him for it.

Ferus sat down on the floor in front of Leia. And the girl looked at him in fascination. His gaze was so soothing. At such moments, Leia was not afraid. She believed him. He's her dad no matter what.

Suddenly Ferus's eyes widened sharply, his face froze in horror, he felt only a sharp pain and numbness in his back. It was Vader who slammed a syringe with a temporarily heart-stopping drug under his shoulder blade.

Ferus's body instantly became sluggish, he couldn't even scream. Instead of hugging Leia goodbye, he fell face down on the floor. Vader managed to catch him before hitting the floor and casually smoothed out some long black package.

Leia blinked in disbelief, screamed wildly and rushed to Ferus.

Vader restrained her by Force, he ordered two security droids to grab her.

The Sith stuffed the unconscious Jedi into a thick black bag. Such bags were used on imperial ships to pack rebel corpses.

And the girl looked at it with horror and unsuccessfully tried to escape from the hands of the droids.

“Did you remember your assignment well?” Vader demanded.

Leia couldn't speak, she nodded quickly. 

“If you fail and let me down, instead of “Daddy Feri” I will bring you a small box with soot. You're old enough to understand what this soot is going to be made of, aren't you, girl?”

Leia was choking on tears, she nodded, and promised to do everything, and begged to bring her dear daddy back.

"Very good," Vader said, and slung the body wrapped in the black bag over his shoulder, “I'll come back and check it out.”

[buqbite]

You wake up in a museum.

At least that's what you think it is. You're not really where you are. Or how you ended up here.

Did you fall asleep? Your senses are sharp, your mind not dulled by the hazy fog that falls on those in a dream. But your body moves a little too sluggishly, and the scenery is anything but normal...

You stand at the tail end of a hallway that stretches out as far as you can see, lined with exhibits of various shapes and sizes. The ceiling is arched and made of glass, revealing a clear night sky holding more stars than you've ever seen. There are no light sources inside the building, yet the light of the many moons in the sky keeps the museum bright. The museum is beautiful, but there's nobody else to share the sight with. The crushing silence dulls what should be a lively view, yet despite that, the atmosphere still feels cozy.

With nowhere else to go, you walk forward.

Traveling further down the hall, you see many things. Pedestals with various trinkets, statues almost touching the ceiling, large tapestries weaved with a shimmering textile that change color as you stare. A few exhibits in particular catch your eye.

There's a taxidermy of a creature you've never seen before, a scaled deer with tail and and long barbel made of vibrant petals, with a single markhor horn in the center of its head. A plaque below, in a language unfamiliar to you yet one you can somehow still understand, talks about the healing properties of the horn when crushed into powder and how the species (of which its name cannot be translated back into your language) was hunted to extinction during a plague.

There's a seashell with a nearby poster on the wall. “Put it to your ear!” it says. As you do so, you hear sounds of your most precious memories. You're reluctant to put it down and move on.

There's a globe filled with thousands of galaxies, and as you reach out to gently turn it to see the other side, you feel the very space around you spin. You quickly stop the globe and move on.

There's a letter taped to the wall. The paper is completely filled with one word written over and over, one you repeat to yourself in your head: Survive.

As you continue walking, the space between exhibits begins to lengthen. With every step you take, the sky seems a little more devoid of stars, and the once-bright moons lose their light and fade away.

Soon, there are no more exhibits. There are no more stars. It's now nearly pitch-black, the moons lighting your way no longer shining above you. But still you continue on. You've gone too far now to not see this journey through to its end.

After walking for so long like this, just as you begin to think the hall is endless, you see a lone star shining far ahead in the distance. The light in the sky revitalizes your spirit, and you quicken your pace toward the star. Running forward, you can finally see an end to the museum.

Directly below the star, at the very end of the hall, is a standing mirror covered with a white sheet. A simple plaque to the right of the mirror states its name: [The Mirror of the True Self]. Your heart begins to race. This is what you've traveled so far for. Your hand shakes as you reach to pull off the sheet.

Fuck it, you think, closing your eyes and throwing the sheet away. You breathe in, steady yourself, and open your eyes. The reflection gazing back at you, it's not you, it's—

Han Yoojin.

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

[tired-night-owl]

Blood Runs Cold

Fandom : Star Wars The Bad Batch

One shot ?

I tried to write a small fic about Crosshair and Omega in the new promo that’s been released because I can’t wait to see them together in the new season even if I know my heart is gonna get crushed by Dave Filony again… Hopefully I am the opposite of last season and I am soooo wrong and they will all be reunited as a big family where no one dies or sacrifice themselves for the others ! Anyway I hope you enjoy :) 

Word count : 866

Summary : Crosshair has much to think about in his new conditions, what doesn’t help is when a far too bubbly and optimistic teenager comes and ruins his peaceful self pity moment.

Notes : brief mention of torture I guess, small but graphic description of tech’s death, Siblings!crosshair x omega, Spoilers for the new promo clip !

He noticed it a while ago, when they first started their wicked experiments on him. He tried to keep it under control mostly for his pride because seeing as with such a condition, his (now rendered useless) talent would be even more so wasn’t helping his morale. Crosshair didn’t mind it too much for now because not one clone in this cursed facility was in any shape or form to judge him in his misery. That is until the girl showed up. 

That child has been the sole cause for any misfortune he had to live though in the last couple of months he thought, but scolded himself to at least not make it show. She has enough to deal with too at the moment without having to suffer his endless wrath and sorrows. Still she cost him everything. His family, in more ways than one, his station, attempting to save her branded him a traitor and a VIP ticket to Hemlock’s test table and —

His mind went silent 

His brother Tech…. He had to give his life for hers. Skull smashed to pieces because they didn’t heed his warning. There's no way the batch can survive without its brain now. 

His mind whirled with thoughts like these locked in his dark cell all day. Some would say they were enough to drive a man insane but Crosshair already knew insane, and it wasn’t by his choice. Now he sees it, the effect that damn chip has had on him. How it made him turn on the only people who ever cared for him. He couldn’t turn on this one now. 

« Crosshair… »

« Crosshair ! I tried to come earlier, but there are too many guards watching me…»

He tried to calm his usually snappy tone for the sake of the girl who must be as terrified if not more than he is at the moment.

« You shouldn’t be down here at all » he tried to make her realize a little harsher than he wished.

It was foolish of her to put a target on her back by snooping around, on THEIR backs. In a situation like this where there is no hope, it’s best to comply and hope you die as painlessly as possible. Though that seemed unlikely for him at the hands of that sick scientist. But there might be hope for her yet if she stopped escaping her quarters.

The girl continued with her misplaced energy and optimism.

« How else are we gonna plan an escape ? »

An escape ?! Had she gone insane? Did she not realize they were in the middle of no where, in an unknown imperial playground, surrounded by guards with no moral compass except loyalty to the credits they earn at the end of each shift filled with screams of tortured people. Better to kill that idea in the egg before she gets too altruistic. 

The sniper resumed his usual cold and unapproachable attitude, hoping the girl would realize that planning an escape in a place such as this with only 1 ally was foolish already but with no one, it was simply stretching your neck to help the executioner do his job. 

« There is no WE, and there is no escape… I’ve already tried. » 

The young clone didn’t budge.

« Every stronghold has a weak point ! Maybe I could convince Emerie to help, she’s one of us. »

His brothers has taught her well he could tell, and by that he meant by filling her head with useless idiotic tactics and informations for a obviously changing galaxy. Besides if they shouldn’t trust one person in this Sarlac pit, it was HER. That double crossing scientist woman. Testing on people was bad enough but on her own « brothers » that was being a plain sociopathic hypocrite. 

« Not every clone is your ally ! » The sharpshooter reminded her.

« You trust too easily… »

He expected a reply and one sounding similar to that one too, so he doesn’t know why her words struck him so. 

« Maybe you don’t trust enough. » Omega replied with that same misguided hope as earlier.

An uncomfortable silence surrounded the two and then it started again : the shaking.

The stupid shaking he couldn’t stop. The best sniper in the whole GAR with quivering hands, how ironic. He felt uneasy having her see him like this. It was as if his own brothers could see how low he had fallen and for a prideful man like Crosshair, it was not an easy feat to overcome. 

« Crosshair ? »  The young girl asked after her gaze fell upon her brother hiding his hands from her. 

Not so long ago he would’ve snapped at her for simply seeing him in a state like this, desperately trying to steady his once reliable hands but now, he just didn’t have the heart or the energy to do so…

« Just… Go. » he simply said. 

« Before you make things worst for both of us… »

In this moment he came to the conclusion that yes, he didn’t want to be punished for the girl’s misbehaviour but he also mostly didn’t want her to suffer because of him. 

Knowing Hemlock, he wouldn’t even do it to punish Omega… but he would do unexplainable things to the girl to make HIM suffer. 

[gabessquishytum]

No sex ed virgin dream au my beloved.

How about mixing it in with the 'Dream has had sex before but it was just bad' idea and turning on that blender? Let's throw in young Dream with older neighbour Hob as well. Who's gonna stop me?

In this au, I am imagining the Endless as one of those stereotypical Christian families. The type that is about abstinence and boring married missionary sex to procreate. Yes the Endless siblings are the family's worst nightmare because they all turned out...like that. Even the ones who are straight and "behave" believe in supporting the "sinful lifestyle". Christmas dinner is a delightful event.

Maybe Calliope is from a similar family, because let's face it, no one can stand these people aside from people who are also Like That. She is about the same age as Dream and they both like art so naturally their families think they will be perfect together! Surprisingly they actually like spending time with each other so getting married doesn't sound awful.

They have a cute little wedding and move to a different neighbourhood to live out the married life. Except....they aren't enjoying it much. They like each other, have similar interests, respect one another, and they are great friends. Everything indicates that they would have a great marriage, they certainly get along better than other couples they know, so why are they both so unsatisfied?

Their sex life is best described as mediocre. Other young couples at church/family gatherings expressed a similar dissatisfaction but those stories all seem to have something to do with one partner pressuring the other or not reciprocating or it being physically painful. Dream and Calliope don't have those issues. The sex is just....meh.

[Calliope: I have feelings for you. Dream: I have feelings for you, too. Narrator: The feeling was “friendship,” but neither had ever experienced it]

When they meet their new neighbours they quickly befriend the slightly older couple. It's impossible not to, Eleanorand Hob are both so incredibly nice and charismatic. I'm thinking Dream and Calliope are in their early 20s and Hob and Eleanor are about mid to late 30s.

One night they have a dinner party with plenty of wine and Dream and Calliope just start spilling. Hob and Eleanor, bisexuals extraordinaire, are shocked at the blank expressions on Dream and Calliope's faces. How has their sex ed been this bad?

They end up giving Dream and Calliope a lot of tips and it does improve their sex life but they both still feel like something is missing. Maybe a hot older man/woman?

I firmly believe Calliope and Dream are the kind of couple who get wine drunk together and one night they both end up confessing they have a crush on the neighbour. Some drunken confusion later they establish that Calliope has a massive crush on Eleanor and Dream is totally gone on Hob.

It takes them way too long to do anything about it since they are so desperately trying not to get in the way of Hob and Eleanor's marriage that neither of them notice the very obvious hints Hob and Eleanor have been dropping.

They get their eventually though. The older Endless family members are dangerously close to getting an aneurism when, a couple years later, they get invited to a garden party that ends up being an anniversary celebration for..... who, exactly? The rituals of a bisexual polycule are intricate and mysterious.

For extra shits and giggles: Calliope and Eleanor get pregnant around the same time and for the family members who don't see them often (which to be fair is most of them) it becomes impossible to tell who Robin's and Orpheus's biological mothers are. They don't even try to unpack who the biological father is.

- 🍃

Quietly dying. This is SO GALAXY BRAIN. Polycule!!! Always love a polycule!!!!

Dream and Calliope having mediocre missionary sex each night while literally on the other side of the wall, Eleanor is having her mind blown once again by Hob’s pussy eating skills. She's gonna peg him when he's done down there. This is my new favourite thing ok. When they finally have The Conversation I'm imagining Eleanor taking Cal by the shoulders and looking in her eyes like "sweetheart. darling. please tell me you know where your clit is." Blank expressions from both Cal and Dream. Hob has a breakdown over the Tragedy of It All.

After a lot of umming and erring and weeks of hopeless pining Hob comes over from next door and he's like "OK my wife is going insane, we need to talk about this. she really wants to blow your back out Cal. preferably now." And then he looks at Dream and blushes "also i really want to suck your dick."

And they do talk about it a lot more and there are Big Feelings at stake. But they make it work. They end up knocking through the wall between their houses and making one Big House and its amazing. They have Robyn and Orpheus who might as well be twins and then maybe they adopt Daniel as well. The polycule is thriving (except for when Calliope and Hob get mistaken for siblings because they look vaguely alike. that's just awkward. Eleanor and Dream think it's hilarious BTW.)

[studiorkived]

haikyuu

𖤐 multiple 𖤐

protective boyfriends | 215-luv

hot things they do | heartsuna ★

saying i love you for the first time | karasuno-volley

haikyuu boys being head over heels in love | lxvebun

they make an offhand comment on your appearance | adoringhaikyuu

kdrama cliches | atsumulogy

pretending to be your boyfriend | luvbub ★

𖤐 fics 𖤐

matsukawa

boyfriend headcanons (hc) | txdxsh1

16:53 | admiringlove

you give me the world | mattsunkawa

curb | heich0e ★

tears | shoulmate

grids in the sky | myelocin ★

oblivious mattsun (hc) | mintmatcha

i'm not telling, that i'm hurting | koushisatori ★

sharing a bed | pixelswap ★

crush | ex-salarywoman

bliss | mattsunkawa

14:07 (hc) | omimine

fights | ex-salarywoman

quiet tranquility | ex-salarywoman

pizza delivery | chimielie ★

holding hands | kyopmi

akaashi

just friends | pies-writes-and-more ★

migraine | shoulmate

i need to talk to you | crescentkaze

kuroo

good luck charm | sixosix

someone | hishalo

drunk | hankuo

dad kuroo | izurou

dad kuroo 2 | izurou

internal combustion | tsokomari

7:12 pm | missuga

roommates | hankuo ★

iwaizumi

instagram | arhvste ★

cat | shoulmate

falling in love | hajimio

suna

walls | rishiguro

physical touch | izurou

sakusa

an irrelevent world | satorins

sick | shoulmate

bokuto

vice versa | shiraishi-mai (soulmate au) ★

leaving late at night | luvring

kyotani

starstruck | kodaiki ★

tsukishima

messenger | hyeque

𖤐 series 𖤐

fun and games | ao3 (shoulmate) ↳ tersuhima x reader ; fluff, classmates to friends to lovers

operation sweetheart | nekomas-kuroo ↳ kuroo x reader ; fluff, angst, established relationship, long distance

the galaxy was endless | ao3 (cosmogony) ↳ kuroken ; angst, angst, angst, soulmate au, tw: death

quick learner | ao3 (shoulmate) ↳ matsukawa x reader ; fluff, angst, friends to lovers

bingo | ao3 (shoulmate) ↳ kuroo x reader ; fluff, coworkers au

𖤐 art 𖤐

[ventique-genshin]

Transcend (scara short story poem)

One of the pieces I'm working on for a Scara short story poem book

Synopsis:

To transcend beyond your current self is to accept your past and welcome the future you

I ascended once,

From a hollow shell veiled with the constellations of dead stars.

I stepped in a staircase made from the carcass

Of my loved ones and my enemies,

Painted in a single pigment of red,

Stirred from a shade of many,

Its steps glittering with radiant specks of dreams from the lives I've shattered.

I ascended.

Into a solitary moon, into a crowned god.

Yet at my throne atop a galaxy,

There was nothing but a realization of having nothing.

Nothing but skeletons gathered at my feet

Singing a symphony of both vengeance and reverence,

A duet with the solo concerto of the hollow eyes of a hollow man.

Drip, drop, drip, drop,

They sang.

Drip, drop, drip,

Drop, like I did, from a throne that was not mine,

Like an endless ticking of eternity's clock.

Tick-tock, tick-tock,

An eternity of falling,

Deeper, deeper,

And deeper

Into a bottomless pit of despair,

Not into the grave that others made for me,

But into the depths of the one I dug with my hands,

With my wooden fingers that had cracked and peeling paint,

Like how I wanted to peel off my name, my face, my limbs--

Until I am bare enough to become an unnamed star in a galaxy.

Ah.

Perhaps I ascended by descending.

Because once I stripped myself from the galaxy,

Blew off the remaining embers until my history ceased to exist like the last wisp of smoke,

A new star was born from my ashes.

You, who were sinless and spotless,

You, who were free from the crushing weight of five hundred autumns and winters' memories,

"May you find what it means to live."

We said in unison.

Surprise made me open the eyes I did not know were closed.

I spoke--no, we spoke.

Me and myself

Spoke with the same voice.

"For we have become one and the same."

…Yes.

As memories fell like the sand of an hourglass,

Like a rain that washed away the weariness of the earth,

We pulled each other's arms up,

Up, from the bottom of the ocean,

Up, from our own lonely little planet of regret,

To greet the sun and the endless blue sky,

Where birds sang a joyful ode to the day after an eternal storm.

I have transcended.

I once folded a thousand paper cranes to make a wish,

But it was not the wish from my lips that was granted but the one my soul uttered.

As I rose from the coffin where I laid in slumber,

Dusted off the petals of flowers that grew around my tomb,

And covered my bare body with the sky and clouds' cloak,

My eyes, no longer as hollow as the hollow man I once was,

No longer singing a song of spite to the galaxy for my existence,

Lifted their gaze, not to the cold and empty space,

But to the warm morning, where I was no longer alone.

Drip, drop, drip, drop,

My vibrant eyes sang sweetly.

I, who was abandoned,

I, who used and was used,

I, who died and was reborn,

I, who had nothing and still have nothing,

I, who rose from my own rotting corpse

And rode the wind with a new name,

Have transcended myself

And became my true self.

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday

Tagged by @messyhairdiaz @prettyboybuckley @monsterrae1 @rewritetheending @spotsandsocks @putijeansdiaz-ronordmann @eddiediass @jobairdxx @cowboy-buddie @bekkachaos

Thank you so much, I adore every one of you! Muah 💖

(I've given up on ever actually just sticking to seven sentences for this 😂)

Here's a little scene I whipped up today from the very smutty and heartbreaking fic I and the beloved @elvensorceress are working on

For context: this scene occurs after Buck’s leg gets crushed by the ladder truck. Eddie is in the hospital waiting room while he's in surgery.

Eddie opens his mouth and speaks past the unbearable pressure in his throat. “Shannon, how did–what are you doing here?”

She collapses into the chair beside him and brushes the wild, frizzy edges of her hair out of her face. “I saw the explosion on the news. God, Eddie, I’ve been so worried.” She places one hand on his shoulder and the other on his face, rubbing her thumb across his cheek.

Eddie wants to fall into her lap and sob. He wants to tell her not to touch him. He wants to tell her that he doesn’t deserve these comforting caresses. He wants to shake and scream. He wants to shrivel up and die like the cold muscle in his chest. She’s been worried about him and he hadn’t spared a thought for her, because he’s fucked up and selfish and something inside him is cracked and bleeding and wrong and he wants to rip it out of himself.

He wants Buck. He wants depthless eyes and shining smiles and a splotch of pink and endless rants and wild, gesturing hands and a rumbling voice and silly jokes and a large, warm body cradling his own and a heart so big and beautiful whose beats compliment Eddie’s.

But he can’t have it, he can’t have it, he can’t have it.

Why can’t he have it?

He remains still beneath Shannon’s touch, simultaneously hating it and reveling in it. “I–it wasn’t me. I was in the ambulance. Buck is–” hurt screaming bleeding dying not with me not with me.

His eyes flutter closed and he turns his head into her palm, unable to stop himself from taking the comfort she so willingly gives even though he doesn’t deserve it.

“I know, Eddie,” she says softly, carefully guiding his face back up until he is looking at her. “I saw it was Buck crushed under the truck. And I–I’m so sorry. I got here as fast as I could. I know that–” she pauses and chews on her lip before continuing, “Is he okay?”

Eddie wants to ask what she knows. He should ask what she knows.

Have you put together how messed up and wrong I am? Have you seen the way my heart and soul lift when he is around? Have you seen and felt and tasted the stain of him on my body? Have you noticed how I can’t breathe right without him? Do you know that he is a galaxy, bursting and bright and colorful, and I am the dark expanse enveloping him? Do you know how much our son loves him? Do you know Chris loves him like he loves us? Do you have any idea of how much the both of us will be devastated beyond measure if we lose our Buck? Do you know I love him like I should have loved you?

Tagging @spaceprincessem @hippolotamus @shortsighted-owl @honestlydarkprincess @eddiesbleps @achillesbuck @singlethread @megsvstheworld @gayedmundodiaz @rose-buddie @rogerzsteven @comaboybuck @buddierights @buddiefication @buckleysbee @ebdaydreamer @swiftiebuckleys @usercowboy @ajunerose and anyone else who wants to share!

[regaliasonata]

My ranger OTPs

MMPR: Billy/Zack, Billy/Jason, Adam/Tommy

Zeo: Adam/Rocky

Turbo: TBD

In Space: Andros/Zhane, Andros/TJ

Lost Galaxy: Leo/Kai, Leo/Andros, Karone/Kendrix

Lightspeed Rescue: Carter/Ryan

Time Force: Eric/Wes

Wild Force: Cole/Billy, Cole/Merrick, Danny/Max

Ninja Storm: Dustin/Connor, Hunter/Dustin

Dino Thunder: Connor/Trent, Kira/Trent, Connor/Ethan, Ethan/Derrick, Connor/Jason(one sided crush cause Connor likes muscular dudes and red rangers, Jason is just wondering who the hell this guy is)

SPD: Jack/Sky, Bridge/Sky

Mystic Force: Xander/Nick

Operation Overdrive: TBD

Jungle Fury: Casey/Jarrod, Casey/RJ, RJ/Merrick, Theo/Lily, Jarrod/Camille, Fran/Dominic

RPM: Dillon/Ziggy

Samurai: Jayden/Antonio

Megaforce: Troy/Robo Knight(This bitch really hooked up with a toaster😭)

Dino Charge: Riley/Chase, Ivan/Tyler, Phillip/Koda, Tyler/Riley, Heckyl/Riley, Heckyl/Chase

Ninja Steel: TBD(none really)

Beast Morphers: , Nate/Blaze, Nate/Ravi, Nate/Devon, Zoey/Roxy

Dino Fury: Javi/Ollie, Aiyon/Ollie, Aiyon/Ollie/Javi, Javi/Zayto, Izzy/Fern, Izzy/Amelia(It's like an endless puzzle with some of these characters😭)

(Doesn't mean I don't like any of the other ships, these ones just really stuck to me)

[slightlyunconventional]

To add to the ‘H/awks is a silent stifler until he’s not’ idea, D/abi forcibly ending meeting to get him to JUST SNEEZE NORMAL ALREADY.

YES YES YES HELLO??????? why is everybody here so insanely galaxy brain this is incredible. always a sucker for someone trying to keep quiet in a scenario like that …. especially when they dont even have to !!!

h/awks needing to sneeze in a meeting .. knowing full well if he just let it out it would more than likely be one and done but hes kinda a control freak about it and also doesnt want to draw attention to himself (especially since hes kind of out of place in the league anyway) so he stifles. pros: its completely silent!! and nobody notices!! cons: the irritant cant get out if you dont let it get out.

so hes just sat in this meeting periodically crushing increasingly itchy sneezes into complete oblivion . like Complete. it starts to get uncomfortable at a point but he’d rather that than make a noise. its also just habit by now for him

he probably thinks hes getting away with it since theres no noise too, his lips part with a silent intake of breath and then he ducks forward a fraction with an equally silent pinched-off sneeze. lol no. d/abi was definitely noticing the whole time , like watching h/awks have this endless stifled fit in his peripheral partly wondering what the fuck is wrong with that bird (lovingly . concerned. secretly he cares) and partly being like how the hell is he STILL being silent. that has to HURT

and he watches from the sidelines for a little bit longer and internally is just like 😧😧😧 this man is ABUSING his nose. stifling so tightly to the point where the part he pinched is white for a moment after he lets go and then fades back to an angrily irritated pinkish red. mm

at some point d/abi decides that is definitely Enough. both for his own sanity and also h/awks’ nose . honestly he’d probably just stand up grab hawks by the arm and walk straight out of the room lmao who needs to stay in meetings anyway right. as soon as theyre out the door h/awks’ breaths immediately become actually audible, almost as if his body was waiting for him to stop stifling so he could get some actual relief and the second he got out of that room it took the chance

anyway as h/awks is muffling sneezes into his sleeve (still pretty fucking tightly but at least hes not stifling anymore) d/abi’s basically telling him off for stifling. hes all “you’ll hurt yourself, burst a fucking blood vessel or some shit- if you haven’t already you prick. imagine how fast you’d be done sneezing if you actually did it properly. then i wouldnt have to do this”

and h/awks being like. “well nobody said you had to” and dabi just shrugs and says “anything to get out of those boring ass meetings. plus i’d rather Not watch you sneeze yourself to an aneurysm”

and then they skip happily into the sunset. idk bro that got away from me a bit. anyway yes anon this. ur hc this ask i am ascending i LOVE IT!!! ur mind!!! thank you for enabling me to ramble about it in a post

[safesthaveninexistence]

"They Call Me The Unrivaled Chun-Li" Affirmations

I'm centillions of undefeated Chun-Lis combined. They can never guess my moves from quadrillions light years away I stay surprising them with endless unrivaled tricks up my sleeves. They call me the most insanest Formidable spiritual warrior out of all warriors that have ever existed in humanity and in all planets across infinite galaxies. My Kikoken and Centillions Lightning Kicks Utterly Blows Them All Out Of The Water In The Psychic Realm. My Aerial Centillions Of Infinities Lightning Kicks releases a barrage of the Universe's debilitating blows to enemies ensuring they're utterly vanquished before they even come up with a way or plan to beat me. In the spiritual realm my Spinning Bird Kick is too deadly I effortlessly close the distance on enemies in a flash and in a mf zeptosecond and effortlessly make my way past all projectiles, they know I'm the Final Boss out of all Ultimate Final Bosses so those who "play it safe" with me are utterly and laughably eradicated. My lethally brutally Hazanshu move stay effectively and efficaciously going in for the kill with such unrivaled rapidity and speed so they don't even have time to block my moves. My deeply-revered Tensho Kicks take out incoming aerial enemies as well as finish off combos with an endless series of painful upwards kicks so they can never lock me down. Chun-Li wishes she could be me 'cause my Kikosho lets out a large orb of energy in front of me that hits inumberable and immeasurable times for severely great damage and utterly vanquishes my enemies faster than they can take in a breath. My Kikosho has the longest range so no one has ever survived my Kikosho and lived to tell about it. My Aerial Kikosho makes them effortlessly obey me as they see I'm the most insanest force to be reckoned with. My Hoyoku-sen can never be blocked and I use it mercilessly to punish those who even dared to inconvenience me, whether currently or just from memory. My savage use of Soten Ranka 25/8 in the spiritual realm intentionally weakens those who are already weakened and is looking for that last hope as I crush out all of their hopes for even thinking of making me their enemy.

MY SWIFT THRUST IS CENTILLIONS TIMES MORE POTENTLY ADVANCED THAN THE MOST POWERFUL VERSION OF CHUN-LI'S.

MY HAKKEI IS CENTILLIONS TIMES MORE POTENTLY ADVANCED THAN THE MOST POWERFUL VERSION OF CHUN-LI'S.

MY WATER LOTUS FIST CENTILLIONS TIMES MORE POTENTLY ADVANCED THAN THE MOST POWERFUL VERSION OF CHUN-LI'S.

MY YOKUSEN KICK CENTILLIONS TIMES MORE POTENTLY ADVANCED THAN THE MOST POWERFUL VERSION OF CHUN-LI'S.

MY FALLING CRANE CENTILLIONS TIMES MORE POTENTLY ADVANCED THAN THE MOST POWERFUL VERSION OF CHUN-LI'S.

MY YOSU KICK CENTILLIONS TIMES MORE POTENTLY ADVANCED THAN THE MOST POWERFUL VERSION OF CHUN-LI'S.

MY WALL JUMP CENTILLIONS TIMES MORE POTENTLY ADVANCED THAN THE MOST POWERFUL VERSION OF CHUN-LI'S.

MY SOARING EAGLE CENTILLIONS TIMES MORE POTENTLY ADVANCED THAN THE MOST POWERFUL VERSION OF CHUN-LI'S.

MY SERENITY STREAM CENTILLIONS TIMES MORE POTENTLY ADVANCED THAN THE MOST POWERFUL VERSION OF CHUN-LI'S.

MY ORCHID PALM CENTILLIONS TIMES MORE POTENTLY ADVANCED THAN THE MOST POWERFUL VERSION OF CHUN-LI'S.

MY SNAKE STRIKE CENTILLIONS TIMES MORE POTENTLY ADVANCED THAN THE MOST POWERFUL VERSION OF CHUN-LI'S.

MY LOTUS FIST CENTILLIONS TIMES MORE POTENTLY ADVANCED THAN THE MOST POWERFUL VERSION OF CHUN-LI'S.

MY FORWARD STRIKE CENTILLIONS TIMES MORE POTENTLY ADVANCED THAN THE MOST POWERFUL VERSION OF CHUN-LI'S.

MY SENPU KICK CENTILLIONS TIMES MORE POTENTLY ADVANCED THAN THE MOST POWERFUL VERSION OF CHUN-LI'S.

MY TENKU KICK CENTILLIONS TIMES MORE POTENTLY ADVANCED THAN THE MOST POWERFUL VERSION OF CHUN-LI'S.

[neonseperatedau]

Prime Leo AU Tribute

Ever since @mama-we-all-go-to-huesos posted their concept for their Prime Leo AU, it has lived rent-free in my head. Also thanks to some dear discord friends, I felt inspired to imagine how this AU might have started. This goes without saying but this is not at all canon but just my headcanon and a tribute for a wonderful artist and an super intriguing concept. (If it’s not okay to post this snippet for the OG artist I’ll of course delete it!) Beware TW: Mentions of violence, mental torment

The rain fell as if somebody had slowed down time to half its usual speed. Drop per drop moved through space unbound by any of Earth’s physics. But he wasn’t on Earth anymore, wasn’t he? Leo lay out-stretched on the ground, glancing up at the weird phenomena. He hesitated to try and taste the water, nothing in this dimension was as he expected it so it wouldn’t be surprising if this liquid would be poisonous. “Hey,” he called out, knowing that HE was nearby and listening. Without waiting for an answer, the turtle asked: “Is that water safe? Do we need it to survive?” There was a silence that felt like it stretched out time like the slow-motion rain before the voice of Krang Prime came from somewhere to the right: “You should have noticed by now that you don’t get hungry or thirsty. It’s not necessary to wonder these sorts of frivolous things here.” That was true. Leo had expected that he would first die of thirst and even after all this time, he felt fine. Well actually, his very first fear had been that his enemy would finish his job out of mere spit and frustration. Curiously, at one point, Krang had stopped and left Leo to bleed and cry by himself. After he had done that for so long, Leo believed he had lost his mind, the turtle had started counting. Counting the seconds, minutes, and hours, he lost track dozens of times. The carcasses of ancient Krangs watched him from all corners of the contained endlessness with the patience only the dead could afford. That’s how Leo learned the horror of stagnation. He propped himself up to look at his fellow prison inmate. Still wearing the suit, the alien was standing on the edge of the free-floating plateau they were on. “Hey,” he called out again. No reaction. “Why are we still here?” Finally, Krang Prime turned to him. “Is this supposed to be one of your sarcastic retorts?” he growled. “Nah, too exhausted for those.” Leo wondered if it would make him feel any better if he would spend eternity making bad puns. He continued: “I meant why am I still alive? I didn’t bleed out, but you could simply crush me with brute force if you would feel like it.” It's not like this question is a spontaneous suggestion or anything like that. It was more a mystery that the longer he pondered about the more it didn’t give him any comfort. Quite the contrary, it unsettled him. Krang’s pinkish core glared at him. It was difficult to read the expression of a half-chewed giant gum with too many teeth. At last, he came to a conclusion because he trotted toward Leo. “To tell you the truth, I wanted to finish you off at first. You are the source of all my agony, the one who forced me AGAIN into this cursed place.” Leo sat up but didn’t do anything as the alien came closer. He was so damn tired, and he started to hate infinity. Lifting his head up in a sluggish motion, he stared right at the red eye of the Krang armor that now towered above him. “And then it dawned on me,” he continued, “there are worse things than death at this place and I can see that you are already learning this lesson as well. So, I wondered, what would happen if I would turn my greatest foe into an extension of myself.” With a lightning-quick movement, the claws of Krang Prime grabbed Leo’s arms and held him tight. He wanted to turn his head away but realized too late that he was caught in its red pulsating light and was physically unable to blink anymore. “What you’re about to see is my glorious conquest through the galaxy. Every battle, every victory, and the few losses. The annihilations and dominations, the powers gained, and the worlds discovered. Everything, I will burn into your tiny mortal mind.” The memories came rushing in, just as he had said. Dozens and dozens and hundreds and hundreds of images of violence and power and pain and Leo screamed, his voice echoing through the space while raindrops fell down on him with endless care and patience.

[astorythatwritesitself]

I would love to hear about "When The Dark Night Seems Endless"!

... please know, the alternate title for this one could be 'blue balled because as much as the author Gets It, if we're being logical about this-' 😂

But yeah no it'll be my requisite take on the scene before the Omega 4 relay/end game for Adrian & Thane - the crushing realization for both of them, that they want to live, now that they're facing near certain death.

Plus, battle planning, and Shepard explaining to Thane that if it comes to it... she wants Thane to hold the line. That he's well suited to taking out Collectors - but more than that? He's an assassin. He knows how to get out, if the situation calls for it - and it's one of the rare times she does like, explicitly pull the 'I'm your leader and I'm giving you an order' card on him:

If things go south but the Normandy is intact & could pull an exit: Thane is to cut and run. Get back to Joker, get back to the known galaxy, and warn anyone they can. (Thane is uniquely suited to this, after all - what better witness to have, than a drell?)

(So yeah no even if the spirit is willing there is way too much happening for there to be a fuck 🙃 plus Adrian knows better than to risk hallucinating and/or rash lmao-)

Send me a WIP title & get a synopsis!

[rose-arwen-padme]

Suppression

The forbidden tale of Anakin and Padmé's AOTC courtship. A detailed expansion covering the movie, known deleted scenes, and many new scenes. If George showed 20% of their screen time, this is the other 80%. Told in Padmé's POV with ROTS awareness. Written for the enduring fans of Anidala.

Prologue

I don't possess the Force ability to influence minds, but my time as Queen, as Senator, and as Anakin's obsession has taught me there is power to be found in the consequence of my words.

Scrutinizing outsiders have judged my relationship with Anakin from the beginning. Our tale is like a misunderstood creature in a zoo, the spectators pressing their noses up at us on the glass. They gape with their pointed fingers. They're vocal with their opinions and privileged hindsight of how they would've handled the twists and turns differently.

They're unaware, or uncaring, of the elevated audience rows they hurl their uninvited speeches from.

Such detractors single out the warning signs as bombastic, obvious signs of doom. How resourceful they are at finding fuel for the fires they burn us in. As if blinded by these flames of their own creation, they do not pause to view their kindling as the moments they were as we lived them. What to us was one rough conversation in an endless day— our bodies and minds perhaps taxed from duties, unending travel, or even grief, mixed with natural hindrances like hunger, lack of sleep, etc— or a passing disagreement which was returned to after we'd had a chance to process and re-frame… to them, all of it only became chopped and isolated historical fodder. I imagine it's quite effortless to throw sentiments like stones at these events when you know they are events and understand their future importance.

How nice it must be, to absorb and contextualize simultaneously with the big picture... As the great Master Yoda might say, we had not that luxury.

Stand and judge me. Stand and judge Anakin. Force knows we both deserve it, to various degrees. It's easy to pass down the verdict when you weren't caught up in the wave yourself, hijacked in body and mind by forces beyond your control. We were all of us— and I include Obi-Wan in this— just trying to navigate each day as it came, doing the best we could with the information we had at the time. And so, I'll charge you to remember: Even the combined insight of the mighty Jedi Council never saw this coming. How could I be expected to?

{Are you an angel?}

No one knows the full story— our true story.

In terms of emotional presentation, what is the opposite of a highlight reel?

We were inexperienced, the both of us, and it handicapped us in precarious ways. Regardless, the cliché old adage stands frightfully true— when you know, you know, and Fate does not make allowances for how unprepared you are when It comes. We're told in romantic holomovies and wispy fables that such sudden, deep knowledge of finding your soul's intended sweeps you off your feet, making you dizzy with the butterflies and happy certainty of love.

We lacked such rapturous fortune.

Our recognition of fate came dosed in fear. It was absolute certainty wrapped tightly in nothing but the uncertain on all sides, with no air to breathe. It was the sudden lurch from familiar, solid ground to standing on the edge of a wet precipice, the wind ready to push us over at any moment. So we fought it. I swear it on the barren wasteland of all I hold dear— we did try. We fought it, until we… we couldn't. Until we had no choice but to either forfeit our sanity and suppress, or to give in to the abyss and hope we came out the other side whole.

We chose to hope.

Hope has always moved this galaxy forward. Always will. But in its progression, some get crushed beneath the wheel.

I would never separate my fate from my husband's. However, if I am allowed to speak in my own defense, he was far more prepared than I when destiny reunited us on Coruscant. He'd had a decade to process, to accept, to plan, to commit. I was late to the game. Popular thought seems to be that Anakin was the rash one— the unmanageable wild bull— and I the level-headed stoic. But I can never say enough how much I regret the pain I caused him, and the precious time wasted, as he struggled to stabilize me in the chaos alongside him. He knew we were inevitable from the first moment I stepped foot in Watto's shop. For a man infamously known for his lack of it, his patience as he waited for me to catch up to him was nothing short of astonishing. Albeit, that patience was far from perfect.

This realization of fate for a pair when thrust upon individuals in two very different stages of acceptance of it does not make for an easy-breezy love story. There were milestone moments that didn't play out like the glossy holomovies. Mutual inexperience coupled with raw intensity, making for clumsy actions and unpolished words.

But then there were those magical instances, which, unrestrained from knowing any better and ignited by our hungry want to experience, actually far surpassed possibility.

Those that would label us a toxic cocktail of abruptly rushed feelings and dramatic declarations knew scraps of the story. The closest people around us— the select few who knew— barely understood us, what we were to each other. The Jedi didn't even want to try.

So much has happened to him. To me. To us. I shoulder my share of blame without contest.

But I draw the line at any who would reduce us to shallow caricatures.

We were playful. We teased. We laughed. Oh, how Anakin could make me laugh. We bonded over losses, helping each other through grief. We fought— furiously. We made sacred amends. We peeled back sides of ourselves we hadn't yet shared with another soul. And we desired. Gods, Anakin and I desired like we'd invented it. We burned for each other like two stars going nova under our very skins, a touch both acting as the curative relief and as the explosive trigger for craving more. Professionals in the Red District of Coruscant practice for years to do with their entire bodies what we could do to each other with a single look. 'Boring' was not a word in our relationship's vocabulary.

I've been accused of falling for him too fast, before I really knew him. Such a charge is wrong on two counts. First, I knew exactly who Anakin Skywalker was when I married him. I saw firsthand glimpses of the wraith that would consume him long before most others did— even Obi-Wan. But, just as clearly, I likewise saw the good, the exorbitant amount of light in him that others failed to see. Even Obi-Wan.

And second, I did not fall for Anakin. One does not meet with the life-altering experience which made me feel more alive than anything ever had before and call it a fall. It will be difficult for the hindsight spectators with their superiority complexes to believe, but Anakin brought more excitement, passion, and joy into my life than anything I had ever known. Whether running a planet or a blockade, the nervous energy of addressing the Galactic Senate, or being surrounded in a war zone, it was all paltry compared to the rush I'd feel when his gaze simply met mine across a room. One does not fall for a man, a lover, a— forgive me, but— born pilot like Anakin Skywalker. I flew.

I acutely know this because the fall did come, only much, much later. By that point, the glorious height to which we'd soared became fatal once the descent began.

There are plenty who would have my Ani suffer eternally in hell for his crimes. I am not here to invalidate their reasons, nor to silence their cries for justice. I know what he has done. If they get their wish, my only request is this— let his same flames engulf me as well.

For this angel will gladly burn in hell by his side.

Continued at AO3 Link and Fanfiction.Net Link