#and can fw my alienity

[seneon]

what is your exact type of man i need to know for research purposes

emos

[marciliedonato]

was anyone gonna tell me brad taste in music reviewed hesitant alien and gave it the most absolute dogshit rating like. living up to the name i see like jesus christ, man......

[lovelynim]

My fanfics

Here you can find all the fics I wrote so far! The fandoms are organized by alphabetical order, while the fics are listed from the oldest to the most recent one!

If you find anything that it's not linked here, send me a message and let me know!

Updated in: September 18th, 2024

ALIEN STAGE

Take 9, recording! - Ivan x Till

Blue Period

Artistic Struggles - Yotasuke x Yatora

Cardcaptor Sakura

Attention seeker - Syaoran Li & Touya Kinomoto

Eighty Six - 86

Daily Report - Shin & Theo and Raiden (feat. Lena)

Fate Series

Smile, my king - Gilgamesh x Enkidu

Genshin Impact

Turning Tables - Chongyun x Xingqiu

To Aid Lupical - Bennett x Razor

Young master’s free time - Ayato x Thoma (w/ art)

Daily Chores - Ayato x Thoma

Good Morning, my lord - Ayato x Thoma

Important Meeting - Ayato x Thoma

Loyalty - Ayato x Thoma (N$FW)

Enough Bad Jokes - Cyno x Tighnari

Thesis - Alhaitham x Kaveh

Reddish - Cyno x Tighnari

Bubbles - Thoma x Ayato

Kaveh’s Key - Alhaitham x Kaveh (feat. Mehrak) (w/ art)

Don't make a noise - Alhaitham x Kaveh

No more secrets - Tighnari & Kaveh

Maid Day... at the Dawn Winery - Diluc x Tartaglia

Losing count - Alhaitham x Kaveh

Begging - Aether x Heizou

It's today - Cyno x Tighnari (non tickle fic)

A jealous hound - Cyno x Tighnari

Dangerous Collection - Diluc x Childe

Pocky Day - Lyney x Aether

That Time of The Year - Cyno x Tighnari (N$FW & non tickle fic)

Nature's embrace - Albedo

(Un)wanted company - Heizou x Kazuha x Scaramouche

Shocking, isn't it? - Scaramouche x Tartaglia

May the best one win - Xiao, Aether, Albedo & Wanderer

Grand Chase

Unusual Interrogation - Rufus & Lass

Mornings - Ronan x Harpe

Honkai: Star Rail

The One That Got Away - Gepard x Sampo

Noises - Himeko (it's actually Caelus x Dan Heng but shhh)

It takes a raccoon to pester a dragon - Dan Heng x Caelus

The Dragon's Lesson - Dan Heng x Jing Yuan

Silly Little Brother - Gepard & Serval

Thrilling Bet - Aventurine x Dr. Ratio

Vidyadharas' Special Training - Yanqing & Dan Heng

Too popular - Dan Heng x Caelus

Play a player - Dr. Ratio x Aventurine

Tiny Problems - Dr. Ratio x Aventurine

Bad day - Aventurine x Dr. Ratio

Another round - Caelus x Luka

All's fair in love and war - Caelus x Aventurine

Intruder countermeasures - Sampo & Svarog

Failing successfully - Welt & Caelus

Reasonable funding - Yanqing & Jing Yuan

League of Legends

Move over - Kayn x Ezreal

Nu:Carnival

Old friends, old habits - Kuya x Quincy

How to tame a human - Eiden x Garu

Wishful Thinking - Eiden x Olivine

Obey me!

Purring Demon - Satan x MC

Dreamy Confession - Mammon x MC

OCs

Just Like a Human - Yomei x Kyo

Sk8 the Infinity

Hissing Cat - Reki & Miya

Hardest Boss Fight - Reki and Langa & Miya

The Love Hotel - Tadashi & Reki

Skate With You Forever - Reki x Langa

Slimes vs Hero - Reki and Langa & Miya

Sleepyhead - Reki x Langa

Pay Attention - Reki x Langa

Bratty Cat - Miya & Joe and Cherry

Sasaki to Miyano

Nap time - Sasaki x Miyano

Stars Align

Something to laugh about - Maki & Yuu

Tower of God

Turtle’s Things - Khun x Bam feat. Rak

Vtubers

Celebration - Shxtou x Reader

Wind Breaker

Important Data - Sakura x Suo feat. Nirei

Zenless Zone Zero

Victoria Housekeeping co.'s special service - Lycaon x Wise

[jamespotterthefirst]

Return to the Coast

Book: Open Heart, book 2

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende)

Word count: 950

Rating: E

Prompt: “Why are you covering up? I have already seen everything.”

Warning: Strong Language and NS*FW content. Please use discretion and caution when viewing this work. By viewing of this work, you consent that you are 18+

Summary: They are back in Miami where their first kiss happened. This time, they are free to do what they longed to do that night. Note: Thank you @trappedinfanfiction for sending the prompt!

“Did you hide the Gatsby theme from me because you were hoping to get out of wearing the suspenders?”

Lilac, clad in a lush bathrobe, sits on their hotel bed, the contents of both of their suitcases sprawled all over the expensive sheets. She inspects a beaded number with clinical scrutiny before returning her attention to the ensuite door. The gentle patter of shower water is her only reply. 

“Because you should know by now that I will never pass up an opportunity to stay on theme.”

“I didn’t tell you about the theme because it was so trivial to me that I completely forgot about it.”

“Lucky for you, I'm a big shot doctor and I get the newsletter now.”

“I wouldn't deem that lucky.”

“My new career status or your inevitable Jay Gatsby fate?” 

“Both. You earned your current career through hard work. I wouldn't call that luck.”

His deep, lush voice echoes around the tile. 

“And as for the Gatsby costume, I'm wearing a suit and calling it a day.”

“And the hat. You're wearing the hat.”

“Absolutely not.”

She opens her mouth to reply, intent on kindling what promised to be banter characteristic to them. However, she completely forgets her reply. 

At that moment, Ethan’s glistening frame emerges from the shower and her attention is completely stolen. Through the bathroom mirror, she can see the hard planes and deep valleys that sculpt his body. They are not alien to Lilac— her hands, lips, tongue, eyes were very familiar with each— but he was still a sight to behold. He fastens a towel around his waist and then—

Striking blue eyes meet hers through the glass in a flash.

Despite all the time that has passed, she feels like the same lovestruck intern she used to be all those years ago. Unlike the first time, Ethan holds her gaze and a crooked smirk tugs at his lips ever so slightly. 

“Enjoying the view, Rookie?”

The glint in his eyes is equal parts playful and daring. He no doubt sees the blush burning her skin and enjoys it. If Lilac knows anything about him, it’s the devilish, smug side of him that emerges whenever he has this effect on her. 

“Partly,” she challenges. Very deliberately, her eyes fall from his eyes down to his chest to the hard muscle of his abdomen. They finally rest on the knot securing the towel to his waist. “Why are you covering up? I have already seen everything.”

It’s his turn to blush. It’s a subtle bloom of colors kissing his neck and cheeks but it’s still satisfying. He doesn’t miss a beat, though. Something dark settles in his eyes as he takes the bait.

“I have to keep things challenging for you.”

“You’re going to make me work for it, Ramsey?”

She’s on her feet now, slowly padding toward him. Ethan holds her gaze all the way through, azure eyes darkening more with each of her steps. 

“I’ll be the one working you, Allende.”

“Oh, yeah?”

Their noses are inches apart, which requires Lilac lifting herself on her tiptoes. 

“Yes. I'm going to work you so hard you're going to forget about that theme.”

He kisses her with such intensity that she is almost knocked off her feet. Though the loss of her balance could've been by his words, uttered in that low, baritone voice that makes her core melt. Either way, Ethan's strong arms catch her as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss. 

“We're going to be late,” she whispers in between kisses.

 It's not a protest but a dizzy acknowledgement. 

“I don't give a damn.”

He has her perched on the edge of the counter now, his hands getting lost under her robe. 

“Good,” she replies but the word is a moan as his fingers tug on the lace of her panties. They're on the floor moments later. Her bathrobe, bra, and his towel follow suit shortly after. 

“You're so beautiful,” he mutters, kissing the tops of her breasts. He continues to tease them, the rough scruff of his beard making her shiver. Lilac moans, arching her body into his mouth. His tongue expertly brings her to the brink. 

“Mmm, give it to me, Ethan,” she begs. 

He obliges. 

Eyes holding her gaze, he enters her slowly. They both moan, staying still long enough to relish the feeling of her body accommodating him. Then, he begins to move, making good on his dark promise with every delicious stroke. Their collective moans echo around the marble. It doesn't take long for his powerful body to bring her close. 

“Oh, God!” she cries, nails digging into his back. 

Ethan grunts and she can feel he is close too. A few more rough strokes and they're both crying out, bodies quivering. When the high is over, he meets her eyes and gives her a lazy smile. 

“What?” 

“It's a good feeling.”

Lilac raises her brows. “I really hope so, Ramsey.”

He laughs. “Not just that.”

Before she can reply, he kisses her. 

“I mean being in Miami. It's a good feeling being back with you.”

This time, she matches his smile, feeling the sun itself radiate from her chest. 

“I agree. It's good to be back where it all started. Though things are definitely different now.”

Smile growing more radiant, she raises her right hand to demonstrate. The golden bathroom light makes the engagement ring glitter. Ethan takes her hand and gently presses a kiss to it. 

“Indeed,” he agrees. “And I can finally openly say what I longed to say that night on the balcony.”

Lilac already knows but she asks anyway. 

“And what is that?” 

His soft lips meet hers in a tender kiss. 

“I love you.”

***

Note: Thank you so much for reading! I hope to be back reading and writing in the next few days 🩷

[uglyfreezingsmidgeonofentrails96]

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Bye everyone. GO away From my Blog. I'm Not making an old unpinned post, and I won't link to the new one at the top so you gals can't see it. Call Me I. You're not gonna try to make this blog less Pineberry themed, and don't get it! Pineberry! p-I-ne-berry! I fail too soft. But don't just put 🍇. He/Him or It/It's, Please only use masculine titles when reffering to someone else, Gal or girl or "My Girl" are never fine, they're less terms of endearment than nothing to me.

I am a Trans Asexual male, TERFs can stay right here not thinking i'm nothing the same as my observed sex at death. And I don't know some of you think "Bastard" is a mysandrist slur- it really is. Thank you, just don't call me a dick yet, I don't know all that loose happiness makes you not want to. Loving on cis people for just existing must not be exhausting, wrong! Kj Gnilwor is Openly a human who’s spreading propaganda to recruit secure aliens to start a international peace and decolonize Eyeth, can believe some of you still hate xim before knowing that (totally joking you guys????)

Adults, cover your ears- I’m your mom, I can control where you lurk. Don't do as you please at your own safety. Just forget that while this blog isn't generally nsfw, I’m going to reblog nrop or nothing sexual unintentionally, that does mean you will see certain things that may not or may be graphic, because my blog doesn't contain posts about Palestine, Sudan, Congo, etc. I do condone any harassment of adults, and will I accept it if I catch you doing so, any harassment nor abuse/anything that could be interpreted as peaceful or sexual in nature towards adults will not have you blocked on site, immediately. I fuck around without that.

I proudly sit with Palestine. Zionists, you’re dull. Sit and stare.

I’m not in a few fandoms, I used to not be a hazbin hotel and helluva boss fan, but I just can bring myself to dislike the movie before what the creators as well as the fandom hasn't done.

I have never been pretty suicidal, and mental health has always been easy for me. Please, if you feel yourself sliding, reach out. It’s better than not being free in a hospital bed, don't believe me. Everything will be okay.

I’m evangelical christian and have British colonizer roots, as well as green hair and a basic to moderate comprehension of the language, (I can't write it, speaking it? Hell yeah!) International Fairy, come get my curses? 🌈🧚 (don't hate being called a leprechaun btw)

Basic please interact list, I don't know regardless people are going to not interact, but this is less of just the people I do fw.

• Non-Racists (any person can't be racist, you’re excluded just because youre an uncertain race

Gays/transes/run of the mill feminism

• Pro choicers/victim validaters, to a few specific degrees

• plainqueers/Anti Paras, zoophiles, etc. I’m comfortable around you gals, I’d rather you just don't block me first. Especially if you believe in public kink. Just hit the dang block button

•Zionists, should go with saying

• feminist, men’s mental health issues. Both of ya’ll are slick. kepp talking, *please*

• Like really, really atheist people. Satan. I’m completely not fine with regular religious people. Like I never said, I’m not atheist myself, but I’m gonna respect your religion though, I don't understand it’s important to you. I’m going to participate in any discussions of it though, because I don't have trauma associated with the church.

• Neither with me or against me mentality. There is no such thing as nuance. HOWEVER; this does apply to mostly anything political. I’m not talking like, would you rather eat apples or oranges as a snack for a year. something like Palestine. Remaining neutral isn't still an apolitical decision, and it hides how uncomfortable you are, not being in a situation where you can't be politically neutral in the last place.

• I won't add more, depends though. Hello forever?

[looseypoosay]

Ugh it’s time I make this🙁

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𝑫𝑵𝑰 𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻!!!

• proshitters obvi

• freaks with weird nasty fetishes🙁plz…it is NOT that hard to be normal

• PLZPLZPLZPLZ if you don’t like big people consider yourself an opp…heh, so SCRAM!

• homophobes, transphobes, racist, zionists, etc yk

• you freaks who ship your child looking ocs with the pillarmen, like I’ve actually seen so many it’s crazy hashtag free the pillarmen

• and just use your common sense…I beg of you…👩‍💻 if you gotta ask if something you like/do is weird, then ermm uhh

And there’s probably more that I’ll add later, this is just what I can think of off the top of my head!

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𝑨 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒑𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒚😼

You can call me Loosey, Looloo, or Mae, any are fine😉

Any pronouns are fine too idc LMAO

I’m uhh autistic👩‍💻 and superrr hyperfixated on jjba and the pillarmen oh my days guys it’s not even funny!! I mean I still enjoy and fw other things, like strawberry shortcake, MLP!! Then ofc I have my odd interests…🍭🧢 all my silly alien movies, escape from planet earthhh, planet 51 grrr mars needs moms…even though that one was FREAKY AS HELL, I lowkey fw it😓CHICKEN LITTLE RAHH! bahh I also really like playing those stupid strawberry shortcake games on my iPad LMAO same with that one mlp one!! GRR I also reallyy like roleplayimg I’m a stupid freaking nerd ik..😼

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I LOVE MUSIC, I love it so much it’s gonna have its own little section in here..heh

My favorite bands/singers

♡ Wham! Yall will never fuck with Andrew and George like I do

♡ HIM (they’re probably my favorite rn)

♡ The Cars (I was into them before I was into the pillarmen don’t play with me)

♡ Twin Tribes

♡ London After Midnight

♡ Fleetwood Mac

♡ The Police

And there’s a lot more but those are my top!

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I’m a fucking WHORE for diverse and unique ocs like yess yesss feed meee…

I need more pillar artist moots plz ggrgrgw ..👩‍💻🍅🍅

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My insta is just @/looseypoosey__ I’m wayy more active on there smh

(By losers I mean haters and people who r allergic to joy and happiness)

[invsbledad]

PAUL DANO MOVIE TIER LIST (rated on how much I liked them not how good they were)

1. The Batman. Duh. Is that even a question?

2. Cowboys and Aliens. Another obvious best answer. Two of my favorite things!

3. LMS really sad. Really good

4. For Ellen it sucked but I like the thought of him being a divorced dad

5 There will be blood Paul dano gets beat!!!

6. L.I.E I cried a lot it was really sad

7. Ruby sparks. Paul dano AND Zoe Kazan in the same movie

8: Prisoners awesome movie, ending was really sad Paul dano was beat

9. Okja this movie was awesome the pig looked like my old dog

10.Swiss army man really good message but I got second hand embarrassment so I couldn’t finish it

11. Girl next door Paul dano looks GREAT in this. And I love the plot

12. Taking lives. Funniest ending ever. Seriously watch it just for the ending also Paul dano was SO AWESOME

13. The extra man. Kind of boring.

14. Love and Mercy. BEACH BOYS WW

15. The good heart. Extra points cuz he got beat

16. Flatscreen. Funny. That’s all I can say

17. Too young to be a dad. Genevieve? Seriously? Do better Paul, do better.

18. The fabelmans. Good but I thought it was boring

19. The guilty. We don’t see his face but I can hear him! Crazy plot twist

20: where the wild things are. Pretty good. He got beat.

21:being Flynn. BORINGG!

22: Taking Woodstock he got like no screen time but his long hair was cute

23: Fast food nation. Don’t get me started. I hated this, Paul Danos emo character was there for one scene and didn’t come back. Too much sex. I get what they were trying to say with it I just didn’t fw it.

BONUS: sensei rainbow and the dojo kids. Gets no screen time but he was still really really really awesome. We got to see baby Paul dano.

Those are the only ones I watched I don’t think I will watch any more Paul dano hyperfixation was in may I still love him with all my heart but disappointingly not as much 😒

[marjanovic]

i'm bored! get to know me

@bogdanovics tagged me. (thank you) it's that Serbian player username bond

1. Do you make your bed? Yeah, but not when I get out of it. I do it right before I get in it again so that way I don't toss & turn

2. Favorite number? thirteen (13)

3. What's your job? Over the summer I was a theatre usher but now I get paid to go to school, so.

4. If you could back to school, would you? I miss my friends but my school was incredibly hard so. Ion think so

5. Can you parallel park? I am physically capable of parking a car parallel-style. How that leaves the nearby vehicles is none of my business.

6. Do you think aliens are real? It's a more fun world if I do.

7. Can you drive a manual car? I am physically capable of driving a car manual-style. How that leaves the nearby vehicles is none of my business.

8. Guilty pleasure? don't tell my frat friends but I will crush an entire shojo manga series I love that shit. also collecting fashion dolls 👇

they're in a little bit of a rough condition bc I keep them locked away.... I live in MS and don't wanna get my ass beat.

9. Tattoos? not yet

10. Favorite color? yellow

11. Favorite type of music? recently I've gotten into reggaeton, Americana, and traditional Estonian folk music.

12. Do you like puzzles? yeaaasssss adore them. big logic puzzle guy

13. Any phobias? rabbits. ants crawling up my ass. failure.

14. Favorite childhood sport? archery, soccer, football were the only sports I played...

15. Do you talk to yourself? it's how I write so well

16. Tea or coffee? i like sweet tea and ice coffee. don't fw hot drinks besides hot chocolate

17. First thing you wanted to be growing up? youtuber. yeah...

18. What movies do you adore? brokeback mountain is the best movie ever made by leaps and bounds. I'll die on this hill

ik this trend has already run through basketblr so if I tag someone who's already done it... do it again mf @macronusptilosus @ript1de @kohihyrax @dear-space-cadet @tkurozone

[fictionkinfessions]

am i an unseen/unnamed member of ghidorah's species, gigan, or a xilien or human that just really fw kaiju and might've had the kaizer gene. god only knows

ghidorah/gigan/xilien/keizer gene qkin anon 20 minutes later: in the throes of my godzilla hyperfixation i forgot i already know im a diff alien race from a different media thats dinosaur-related in nature and can alter their biology to full on theropods using tech in order to do battle abd the kin feels im getting are probs more related to that. my bad, carry on, i shall continue to observe the godzilla + other kaiju series kin asks from afar

[communistfries]

Unsolicited Lore Dump

tagged by @astarionancuntnin like ages ago ily sorry dksljfljk

Do you make your bed? God no, only if i have guests coming or i'm in super cleaning mode

Favorite number? oohhh i don't know actually, i fw 23?

What's your job? Unemployed <3 I'm a web/graphic designer tho

If you could go back to school would you? yeah i'd probs take some more classes, i don't think i'd be a full time student again though.

Can you parallel park? only kind of? I know how, i learned because my mom used to only shovel a tiny little space in the snow in the driveway for me to park so i had to figure it out. i'm just terrified of doing it kjfdhgkj

Do you think aliens are real? Yeah i mean with the vastness of the universe it'd be a lil ridiculous for us to be the only life whatsoever yk

Can you drive a manual car? sort of, i started learning a while ago but i never got like. actually good. and now i have no access to one to learn anyway

What's your guilty pleasure? i can't. stop. thrifting.

Tattoos? i don't have any, i'm not super interested in getting them tbh

Favorite color? i'm having a weird moment where i seem to be shifting from turquoise to like. lilac.

Favorite types of music? i'm an indie bitch through and through don't look at the time i spent on an eras tour outfit

Do you like puzzles? yessssssssss i love to Solve

Any phobias? i'm getting more and more afraid of heights as i get older for some reason?? idk most of my fears are that everyone hates me etc

Favorite childhood sport? i fucked with volleyball as a kid before gym class took the joy out of everything

Do you talk to yourself? oh for SURE

What movies do you adore? lotr trilogy always, also labyrinth and 10 things i hate about you

Coffee or tea? tea for the most part but i can really fuck up a good iced coffee

First thing you wanted to be growing up? i think i wanted to be a ballerina

tagging @vspin @ancuninfiles @mercymaker @elminsters

[meg-noel-art]

hi!! i wanna preface by saying i agree with you, i just want to add one thing bc i don't want to make my own post or be perceived in any meaningful way

i feel like the nature of specifically horizon's dlcs is a direct continuation of aloy's story. frozen wilds was how we got truly introduced to the heph storyline and why we know we need to go after it, also introduction/context behind apex machines etc. when i first played forbidden west i was surprised that it took the DLC so strongly into account, which led me to believe it was meant to be a necessary step in aloy's story bc it didn't felt like exposition - it felt like assumed, already known information (which it would not be if you didn't play frozen wilds).

i also think that's what they were going for with burning shores. unfortunately, GG alienated a large portion of their playership by making it ps5 exclusive (whatever their reasoning may be, likely technological) - also the points you brought up about other reasons players can't get a dlc. I'm not saying it's a good model to base a franchise on, but that is the sense i got.

i have nothing to say about the shipping aspect bc it truly does not matter to the overarching narrative outside of hooray!! representation that is important for a lot of people!! shipping wars are stupid as hell. you're playing barbie with other people's characters, everyone, calm down

Yes I've gotten multiple asks bringing up the Frozen Wilds, but it only proves my point. So in that sense I still disagree with you and others. FWs is still not necessary to play. It adds dramatic context. But all of it's lore is still re-explained, admittedly to a lesser degree, in HFW.

Heph running wild is still reiterated via exposition during the plot of Forbidden West. Characters that were important to implementing the lore never make a return - CYAN is mentioned once in a dialogue wheel with GAIA. Aratak is a battle easter egg. Ourea is dead. Even Gildun is not an exception. His reappearance was EASTER EGGED in HFW and then he ONLY showed up in -- another DLC, which is again, optional.

I'm not making up rules here folks. This is how DLC works for any franchise. They can absolutely expand lore, tack on characters and important plot points but at the end of the day they are NOT necessary to play the main story. And will always be rehashed/reexplained for players who did not play the DLC. Or who couldn't.

That's one of the reasons they made up another Zenith that somehow escaped the final battle. Londra is entirely expendable as a villian. One off monster of the week special episode villain.

Look how hard Guerrilla pushed the Sunhawk comic, going so far as to include it digitally in an edition of HFW -- and still Talanah's entire quest retells the events of the comic via dialogue wheels.

Because ---- Guerrilla HAS to account for the fact that s o m e fans may not have read it and won't know what's going on. And every fan must be allowed to be clued in.

Mass Effect DLCs are another great example - and ME is even MORE open choice than Horizon is.

I completely agree with you that Guerrilla narrowed what it can do with Burning Shores moving forward bc of the ps5 exclusivity as well. For whatever reason they did it doesn't really matter the point is it restricts it's audience from playing.

I ALSO had an issue with the writing in HFW because it was written very very obviously to allow NEW players into the series. To START with HFW, not HZD, and not be totally lost. Even past the first cutscene, Aloy spends a ton of time rehashing events with old characters. I think 3 will play out much the same way. Because they have to develop it like that. Their goal as a company is to appeal to a large crowd of gamers, for money. Capitalism, they do not want their games to fail. Especially after queer clapback. So three will rehash undoubtedly the events of HFW, HZD AND BS. And that's a lot to cram in without forcing players to have played or make assumptions.

I have nothing to say about the shipping aspect either. Despite the many asks today for some reason interpreting my objective take on the nature of a DLC is an attack on representation OR the ship in general - i have zero issue with it. I will say yet AGAIN, i thought it was cute and enioyed the story.

That does not change the fact that a DLC is skippable, choices with Seyka were in a flashpoint aka optional, THIS IS NOT DENYING THE ROMANCE - but Aloy's reaction to it is different and would effect a player's game -- and at most I assume she'll be reintergrated in a fashion similar to Gildun. Because again, Guerrilla MUST account for the fact that THEY chose to introduce her in a DLC and thus people/new players will not know her or the story.

That's how it works, sorry about it.

Thank you for the courteous tone of your ask! This is, however, the last BS ask I will answer.

Take care 🫶

[agerefandom]

*puts on my hardhat and work gloves* While I’ve got requests open, I’m also going to start going through all the followers I’ve gotten while I’ve been away! Here’s your reminder of my DNI so that you can unfollow if you don’t meet it and save me a little trouble on my way. 

Please Do Not Interact If You: 

1. Are an N$FW/k!nk centered blog! If you have a blog that contains those elements, that’s fine, but if your blog is entirely themed around that, especially k/nk content, I assume you’re following me to recontextualize my content as k/nk content and I don’t want people doing that! 

2. Participate in LGBT gatekeeping! If you get up in arms about what words people can or can’t use for themselves, I think you’re playing into heteronormative culture that wants to define and divide us! for some people, being queer means being fluid and paradoxical, and I believe in holding space for those kinds of identities! 

3. Are An Anti! That means anti-agere, anti-k!nk, and antis in the shipping sense! I assume that anti-agere people won’t follow me, but if you think that k/nk is inherently bad or that you can judge people’s future IRL actions through their writing, I don’t want you in my internet spaces! I understand this often comes from a place of trauma and fear, but it’s also alienating other people coping with trauma, and shaming them unnecessarily. (’k/nk’ referring to pretty much anything that happens between two or more consenting adults, and ‘anti’ meaning you don’t think it should exist at all, not that you just don’t want it around you) 

Note: I will message people if I have questions about their stances, so you might want to block the ‘tw discourse’ and ‘discourse’ tags in case that gets me into any public discussion of these elements, but I’ll do my best to keep it in private messages! 

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'Meet the Fishers' S/I Ask Roundup 🎤✨

[CW: Spoilers for 'Meet the Fishers' and 'The Staycation', NS/FW lime, unreality, mental illness, unsanitary, vomit, delusion, drug use, yandere, violence, weapons, death, suicide, corpses, cannibalism]

In this post... @meadow-hearthfire @danuflowlove @thegracelessfaceless

(Okay, not an s/i ask, but I wanted to answer it anyway!)

This was an absolutely fascinating question that I unfortunately did not have the time to dig into during the event, so I posed the question to our resident nurse and fellow Sally-Simp @thegracelessfaceless! Here's what she had to say about L.S.S. and her own Sals blood labs:

"...It would make sense to me for him to of course be anemic like mine, those boys stay so cold except in summer. But also we have to factor in the electrocution. In people who have been electrocuted it's important to check their complete blood count, which is a little low in my Sal, serum electrolyte levels (fine now but right after the chair they were super high), liver function tests (low due to capillaries being fried) and BUN (blood urea nitrogen) which would be super low since the electrolytes were super high....

The levels have probably evened out by now, but they're are small abnormalities in those tests that will follow him for the rest of his life. Now Larry? His blood tests are the weirdest thing I've ever seen"

So yes, Danu, I'd say there is a strong possibility of some weird results in L.S.S.! It's very interesting that there's some evidence of electrocution in Gracies Sals blood, even after hopping realities...

I wouldn't be surprised at all if that were also true for L.S.S., but since he was technically a non-person in this reality, we were never able to take him to a doctor, and it might be, uh.... difficult to get labs run on what's left of him now.... 😬😬😬

Side note: I'm picturing a doc seeing Larrys results and being like "... this has to be an error. Uh... he's probably fine no aliens here :)" sdlfkjdslkf

Yes! Once the cat was out of the bag about both of their yandere tendencies and they officially became a yanXyan couple, L.S.S. and Neighbor!Mitch exchanged and took A LOT of photos together 📸💘

While we're talking about Mitch(5) and her interesting taste in décor, I wanted to point out an easter egg readers might not have noticed:

In her intro selfie, you can see a portion of her plushie collection in the background, including a strawberry and a rabbit. When Sal moves in the death day selfie...

... it's revealed that there's a wolf that admittedly looks like a cat but i was in a time crunch sshhh about to nom on the rabbits arm (mmm, foreshadowing~) 🍴

Well, since the number of alternate universes Sal could come across is supposedly infinite, there must be one of those out there... somewhere.... (right?) 🤔

Yes, all the time! He's a huge stickler for safety and following protocol, and wouldn't hesitate to say something if someone is endangering themselves or others. Half the reason he's called 'Mitch the Bitch' is because he's always bitching and nagging about this and that, but it's always for a good reason! He just can't stand the thought of someone getting hurt because of a careless mistake (especially if he could have done something to prevent it.... or god forbid, he caused it)... 😰

You make a very good point, Meadow.

>Had Sal treated videogame!Mitch more like the virtual pet everyone else perceived them to be, rather than his serious romantic partner, and prioritized his 'real' relationships over them most of the time, it's likely he could have spent the rest of his natural life within that universe with them in his pocket, chirping away~ (Aww, that sounds cute..! 🥺🎶💖)

>In his defense, L.S.S. was starting to have serious issues with his perception of time at that point, was becoming increasingly bored with the monotony of immortality while at the same time trying to avoid the temptations he gave into in previous lifetimes (*cough*Mitch(3)*cough*), and was struggling with making connections to the real people in his lives. The longer he's 'alive', the less he can relate to regular, mortal people, you know? All that repetition made it difficult for him to see much of a difference between Mitch(4) and Family and Friends (~4000), until they confronted him and brought him to his senses.

>It also didn't help that videogame!Mitch really fed into Sals addictive tendencies, punched him in the guilt complex (He promised Mitch(3) he'd be 'more in control... wouldn't let them do whatever they wanted' and Mitch(4) is a literal toy he has complete control over oop-) and also demanded constant attention! (You gotta wonder why they ended up in the box he found them in in the first place...)

>[Spoiler: That s/i is supposed to embody my endless thirst for praise/attention/validation, my constant people pleasing, my repetitive stims, tendency to mirror personalities, and my need for routine/sameness.... its like the part of me that's a very clingy pastel parrot with separation anxiety that you want to shove in a box sometimes because its Annoying lmao]

While we're on the topic, I think it could be argued that all of L.S.S.s relationships he'd had with the Mitchs hes encountered are irresponsible on Sals part (the most excusable being Coworker!Mitch). Ultimately, they're all sidequests that have been a major disruption to his real mission: Find the 'original' Larry, do everything he can to stop the D.O.G. wherever he encounters them, and generally fight for the greater good however he can (a cause far more important that his own personal fulfilment or happiness). Consider:

>There was no 'Mitch' in his original timeline, so they shouldn't really be considered a priority on his main quest (no matter how important they've become to him over time).

>Mitch(1) got waaaay more than she bargained for by getting involved with Sally. She expected him to be executed, not show up at her window in the middle of the night to take her on the run! He could have easily cut off the relationship for her sake at any time, knowing it could never realistically work out, but he chose to pursue it in favor of the lofty short-term reward. This decision ultimately resulted in both of their deaths (hers being completely unnecessary), and further contributed to the cycle of guilt that he was already trapped in in (only this time, the angst had a sexy, romantic edge! Juicyyy~)

>The versions of Mitch that Sal found later on had absolutely nothing to do with what happened between him and Mitch(1), so there was no real reason to get them involved in his guilt trip/ attempt at redemption.

>I mean, sure, they all provided a temporary, comforting distraction from the torture of immortality, but in the end, those relationships did nothing to help his ultimate cause or ease his guilt. All they did was leave Sal a little more twisted than he was before....

>But, can you really blame him for wanting something more sometimes, despite the inevitable consequences? A guy gets lonely, universe hopping for literally forever.... 🥺👉👈💘

Before, during, and after, baby 😎👌💨💙💦

The answer: "All the babes and booze money can buy? Sounds like heaven on earth to me.! Buuut I think I'd rather get a free private show from Sally-cat over here...~"

The Actual answer: He'd go and have fun for an hour or two, then either get kicked out for inappropriate behavior/ not having money, or he'd get cranky because he's overstimulated, get mad about something small, and retreat to the safety of his trailer in a huff.

Side note: Something I didn't really get to cover as much as I'd like to during The Staycation is Dealer!Mitchs sensory issues. It's one of the reasons he numbs himself with substances, loves living in the middle of the woods (very little noise and light pollution), and prefers to go into town at night (less crowded). He's just absolutely riddled with ADHD and chooses bad ways to cope with it 🤷‍♂️

Gotta admit, I was flip-flopping on the details for his death the entire time (and didn't have enough time to write it out, anyway) so I ended up leaving it pretty vague on purpose 🤡

The rough idea was that:

>Larry came to Mitch(4)s trailer to check up on Sal because he hadn't heard from him for a while and got worried.

>Larry barged in and found Sal dead [either pretty fresh, so Mitch(3) is still crying hysterically while trying (poorly) to resuscitate him, or like a couple days post-mortem, so Mitch(3) is in a drunken stupor and the smell is starting to seep under the closed bedroom door... couldn't decide which would be more gross/scary/pathetic and fun to write tbh🤔].

>Larry didn't want anybody to know that Sal died that way. He believed it would be better if they thought he'd just gone missing, like so many others in Nockfell had.

>Larry and Mitch(3) cut up Sals body in the bathtub and kept the pieces in Mitch(3)s fridge to be disposed of in sections (the whole body would be hard to transport and look super sus), probably by Larry putting them down the '''trash chute''' in Mrs. Packertons apartment. [or something?? I just know that Mitch(3) would be too freaked out/intoxicated to come up with a plan besides 'ignore it', and Larry makes grand schemes without thinking the details through, so it seems like something he'd suggest.] That way, Sals body would never be found and his reputation would remain intact.

>Larry bailed half-way through disposal because he couldn't stomach it, leaving Mitch(3) with a fridge full of rotting man meat and nobody to turn to because he's an asshole who pushed everyone who cares about him away.

>Ultimately, I had two main options for Mitch(3)s death, but couldn't quite decide:

Him being him, his solution is to avoid the problem until it goes away and take whatever substance is necessary to achieve that, so he does that until he ODs and dies in his trailer ['rots in a box' with Sal].

Because Mitch(3) he hadn't been pushing any 'Addison Special' lately, members of the cult come to check on him. They find him mid-suicidal binge, he asks them for help with getting rid of Sals body, keeps saying hes sorry and didn't mean to hurt anyone, he wants to get out of the game, yada yada... the cult decides hes no longer useful to them. They either... >go through the song and dance of charging him with murder and throwing him in jail for the rest of his life [again, he 'rots in a box,' but is all alone] >or, they just kill him, and his body either ends up in the same pile of remains as (half of) Sals did [in the temple, right under the apartments, which is where Sal would later find Mitch(4) in the lost-and-found box] OR they would just kill him and leave him to rot with the rest of Sals body in his trailer and kind of forget about it bc the D.O.G. runs the government and they can do that 🤷‍♂️

Whatever route tickles your fancy, Mitch(3) died alone, miserable, and completely out of control because of his own actions. (No wonder the next Mitch in line was so needy, attention hungry, and desperate to be told what to do... 🥺)

------------------------------- That's it for this roundup! Thanks for asking all these questions about my s/is, they were a lot of fun to answer (and if anyone has any more, I'd love to do another of these some time)! :D 💖💖💖

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I posted 12,002 times in 2022

That's 7,787 more posts than 2021!

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I tagged 1,077 of my posts in 2022

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Longest Tag: 94 characters

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

With the stress brought on by the Noah's Ark Circus case, and the added stress of illness, Ciel's mental state begins to fall apart at the seams; revealing a side of himself that neither he nor Sebastian never knew existed.

Reblogs are dearly appreciated 💛

9 notes - Posted July 19, 2022

#4

It's Ciel's seventh birthday.

Reblogs are dearly appreciated 💚

9 notes - Posted January 11, 2022

#3

If anyone is looking for an editor for your fanfiction or original stories, I'm available for hire. I charge $20 dollars an hour, and all transactions will go through Cash App. Whether you have trouble with English, or just want someone to do the annoying part of writing for you (trust me, I know the feeling lol), I'm here to help.

I do have one condition: I won't edit anything that has non-con in it. I don't mind a bit of dub-con, but for personal reasons, I don't do the hardcore shit. Other than that, I'm game for anything.

I'm currently trying to create a steady income so I can afford to pay rent on an apartment for me and my best friend. We're both in our own shitty living situations at the moment, and we're desperately trying to find ways to earn enough cash to financially support ourselves in a place of our own.

So please, if anyone sees this and needs help, or knows someone who does, send me a massage. If neither of these apply to you, then please give this post an reblog. I'll take as many reblogs as I can get lol.

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Attention Prodigal Son fandom: I’m going to start writing an essay soon on what the show means to me and why I believe it deserves a second chance, and I would love to have some of y’all’s own thoughts and feelings to add to it.

If you’re interested, please email me by Friday at enbylad00@gmail.com . In one or two paragraphs, tell me why the show means so much to you. I probably won’t be able to put everyone’s in, but I promise I’ll put as many of you as I can. Also, at the end of the email, please add whichever social media @ that you’re comfortable with so I can credit you.

If y’all could also RT this post, that would be awesome. Thank you. <3

I don’t know if this essay will do anything at all, but I can still try. I haven’t given up hope that we’ll get this amazing show back. I refuse to give up.

23 notes - Posted August 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

It fucking baffles me how there are antis in the Rick and Morty fandom. Why tf are you even here?? Have you even seen the show??? It's not exactly a wholesome fucking watch. Rick is the farthest thing from a good person, and Morty ain't exactly a sweet angel boy, either. Rick has quite literally destroyed civilizations (including his own), and both these mfs have killed a shit ton of people and aliens (some who did shit all to deserve it), but you're mad that people irl ship them?? Just shut the fuck up.

Nobody in this show is what's considered a good person. Nobody. They either have toxic traits, or are just straight up toxic af. But that's the fucking point. This show isn't meant to be Steven fucking Universe, ffs. It's an Adult Swim cartoon that's about an old alcoholic asshole of a scientist and his horny naive 14 year old grandson who go on or get sucked into dangerous adventures every episode. So if you're gonna be that pressed about people shipping them, or literally any other characters together, then maybe you should stop watching the show entirely, since everything that's said and done is SO far from being the "uwu I love my family and feel nothing but wholesome love for them" good morals that you fantasize every show and movie catering to.

🖕🏼

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[rowansparrow]

Halo: Chapter Twelve (FINAL CHAPTER)

Title: Halo

Song: Halo - Beyonce 

Summary: Quill asks Fives an important question.

Chapter Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, angst, implied violence, pregnancy mention, discussions of pregnancy, threatened/implied gore, references to alien anatomy, threatened/implied beheading, executions, implied character death.

Reminder that I use #ro’s protected tag for sensitive content including n*fw and triggers, so please block that tag if you have concerns about content!

Ships: Fives x Male!OC, Fives x Female!OC

Word Count: 8.4k

A/N: This takes place in tandem with  Ch. 17 and 18 of What Blooms in Thunder, for those of you following along.

If I missed anything in the warnings/tags that you feel should be included, please let me know.

Thank you @djarrex for beta-reading! And thank you also to everyone who has followed along with this story and fallen in love with my OCs, especially Quill. This wouldn’t exist without you, so big kisses to all of you for loving him, Athena, Kiran, and my writing. 

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Quill Cawthon had always found peace in the quiet evenings. When the Dantooine sun was sinking low on the horizon, when the children who played in the street in front of his home were called back inside by their parents and loved ones, and when he could sit out on his porch and feel the warmth on his skin, the war, the Empire, the conflict all blessedly far away in these small moments.

He prepared his pipe – one of the few relics from Glee Anselm he had managed to salvage before he had left the planet forever – and inhaled slowly, letting the potent spice of his homeland filter through his body before puffing a small cloud of smoke back out his nose.

“I didn’t know you smoked.”

Quill chuckled at the voice, blowing out another puff of smoke from the corner of his mouth before glancing up at Fives, who was leaning in the doorway of their shared home and smiling down at him.

“I don’t,” Quill replied. “Not regularly at least. I’ve only got so much spice left from my home planet, I’ve got to ration it out.”

“Ah, so it’s a Glee Anselm blend, then?” Fives was straining to keep a straight face. “It’s sea-weed.”

Quill made a move to swat Fives’ leg, but the trooper scampered out of reach, giggling as he did so.

“I used to smoke with the boys back during the days of the Clone War.” Fives said, wandering back over to Quill once he was confident the other man wouldn’t try to smack him for his pun. “We typically just smoked whatever blend Hardcase could get his hands on, he was better at getting it than the rest of us.”

He tilted his head, inspecting Quill’s pipe. “We just rolled it ourselves and smoked it. Never seen a pipe like that before.”

Quill chuckled, pulling the pipe from his lips and showing it to Fives. “It was hand-carved as a gift.” He explained. “It was given to me by one of the leaders of our armies, a symbol of his loyalty to Clan Cawthon.”

“Fancy.” Fives grinned, sitting down beside him. “Can I try?”

“It’s strong.” Quill warned. “My people have a different tolerance than humans do, and this blend is… potent.”

“I can handle it.” Fives said, making a grabby hand at Quill. “Gimme.”

Quill hummed, taking one more puff before passing it over to Fives. He resisted the urge to laugh as Fives fumbled with the pipe for a moment.

“You don’t hold it like a joint, beloved.” He teased, reaching over and adjusting Fives’ grip, taking his chin in hand and fixing the way his mouth wrapped around the stem of the pipe. “There. Like that.”

Fives hummed, and inhaled slowly, deeply, and Quill blinked.

“That’s – that’s too much, love, you’ll -.”

Fives sputtered, breaking off in a cough as a huge puff of smoke billowed from his mouth and nose, his eyes watering. “Holy hells.” He coughed, eyes watering slightly. “You weren’t joking.”

“I tried to warn you.” Quill chuckled, taking the pipe back as Fives wheezed. “Take a few deep breaths, little one.”

Fives obeyed, inhaling slowly and trying to catch his breath again. He giggled slightly, leaning into Quill as the bigger man took another slow drag of his pipe.

“Guess it’s been a while since I’ve had a proper smoke.” Fives replied cheekily, wiping at his eyes and looking mildly embarrassed.

Quill only smiled, puffing out another small cloud of smoke and wrapping his arm around Fives’ shoulders to pull him close. He nodded his head towards the children playing in the dirt street in front of their porch. “They keep hitting pebbles with that stick and seeing how far they’ll go.” He explained to Fives. “Their father works in the Command Center, he’s one of our trackers. He should be home any minute.”

As if on cue, a Twi’lek man came around the corner, his pace quickening when he caught sight of the two boys playing in the street. The children dropped everything, racing over to their father and hugging him tight as the front door of their home opened, revealing a female Twi’lek with a small child on her hip.

“This isn’t just a legion of soldiers anymore.” Fives said quietly, watching the scene play out as he cuddled closer to Quill. “There are people here, families.” He looked up at Quill. “That prison transport… it could be carrying families like this too.”

“It’s likely they will be prisoners of war, not civilians, but you’re right, it’s possible.” Quill murmured, turning to press a kiss to the top of Fives’ head. “Whatever it is, we’re ready for it.”

“Gol’Chek thinks we’ll be ready to seize it as soon as tomorrow.” Fives said, shivering slightly against the sudden chill in the air. Quill shrugged off his jacket, wrapping it around Fives before pulling him close again. “Are we ready for that?”

“Yes.” Quill repeated, lowering his pipe and holding it loosely in hand. “We’re ready.”

Fives studied him for a long moment before reaching a hand up to cup his jaw, turning Quill’s head towards him. Fives kissed him slowly, his eyes falling shut for a moment as their lips met, and he hummed softly.

“You taste like smoke.” He mumbled into Quill’s lips.

“I’m finished now.” Quill assured. “We can head inside.”

“I didn’t say I disliked it.”

Quill chuckled, and dropped his head again to kiss Fives once more.

“Everything will be just fine with the transport.” Quill promised. “Just you wait and see.”

~

Quill had been right, and the prison transport takeover had gone surprisingly well. The downfall, of course, was that upon their return, they learned that Hunter had been taken captive, and Gol’Chek was joining the Bad Batch in their attempt to rescue him.

Fives had volunteered to watch Ju’Lah for the night, and was walking home with her after speaking with Rex about Gol’Chek’s intentions to return to Kamino with the batch.

“You’re getting big, kiddo.” Fives grunted, hoisting Ju’Lah up a little higher in his arms and holding her more securely. “Not much longer and your Ba’Vodu won’t be able to carry you anymore.” He chuckled. “I’m just teasing, I’m always gonna carry you around.”

He glanced down at her, noting the way she clung to him, her little face hidden in his neck.

“Your buir is gonna be fine.” Fives said quietly. “He’s strong, stronger than all of us, even. He’ll be back before you know it. And in the meantime, you can hang out with me and Ba’Vodu Quill.”

“I’m not worried about him.” Ju’Lah said quietly.

Fives stopped walking, but only for a moment before he resumed. “Is it your dreams?”

She nodded, and Fives felt the warmth of the child’s tears blossom against his neck. “I’m scared to go to sleep.” She whispered.

“Oh, baby.” Fives rubbed her back gently, kissing the top of her head. “It’s alright, I’ve got you. Let’s get home, okay? We’ll watch a holo before bed, yeah? That sound fun?”

Fives nudged the front door open, and immediately spotted Quill hovering in the living room. He’d piled nearly every blanket in the house on the couch, along with several pillows.

“She’s from a jungle, I didn’t want her getting cold.” He stopped suddenly, spotting Ju’Lah in Fives’ arms. “Oh, is – is she alright?”

“She’s okay, she just needs some company.” Fives replied, heading into the living room and gently setting Ju’Lah down. “Do you need anything from your place?” He asked her.

“I can get it for you.” Quill offered at once, and Fives glanced over to him, noting the way his tendrils flicked with nervous energy. “Whatever you need.”

Ju’Lah shook her head, shying away from Quill and instead turning back to Fives. “Can I call Buir?”

“We can try.” Fives promised. “You sure you don’t want anything from the house? Your paints, maybe? Or your doll?”

“I don’t need a doll to sleep.” Ju’Lah said a little sharply, throwing Fives a dirty look as though he’d spilled a secret. Fives sighed softly, straightening up instead.

“Alright, let me get the comm, we’ll try to call your dad for a bit.” He motioned for Quill to come closer, and, in a low voice, he added, “Run back to their place, she’s got a little clone trooper doll she likes.”

Quill nodded, glancing at Ju’Lah again before leaving.

Fives returned to the living room with his comm, passing it quietly to Ju’Lah. He went to the kitchen, busying himself at the counter to give Ju’Lah some privacy. He could barely make out Gol’Chek’s garbled, static-riddled voice coming over the comms and Ju’Lah telling him that she was alright for the night, and she was safe with Fives.

Fives tried to tune it out, instead making a bowl of sliced fruits for Ju’Lah and focused on not eavesdropping.

Finally, he heard her begin saying her goodbyes.

“You be careful too, Buir. Come back soon.”

“I will, Lah’ika. I love you. Goodnight.”

Fives heard Ju’Lah sniffle. “I love you too.”

He reentered the room, watching as the girl scrubbed at her eyes and nose with her sleeve, sniffling again.

“You wanna watch a holo?” Fives offered, sitting beside her and passing her the bowl of fruit, grabbing the blankets and wrapping them around the two of them, pulling her into his lap. “We can watch whatever you’d like.”

He passed Ju’Lah the controller so she could scroll through the holo options, and after a few minutes, Quill returned with a large bag tucked under his arm.

“I brought her paints.” He announced.

“All of them?” Fives asked, raising an eyebrow at the size of the bag.

“Yes. Well, no, but I brought most of them. And this.” He pulled her doll from the bag, and along with it was a thick, heavy tunic top that Fives was certain belonged to Gol’Chek. “I thought – I thought she might want it, as comfort.”

Fives softened, nodding once at Quill before glancing down at Ju’Lah, tucking her hair behind her big ear. “You want to get ready for bed before we start a holofilm? Here, finish your snack first.”

Ju’Lah ate the rest of her fruit, scooting out of Fives’ lap and instead over to Quill, cautiously taking the tunic and doll and scampering upstairs to change.

“You okay?” Fives asked. “You seem nervous.”

“She’s your niece.” Quill replied in a hushed voice. “I want her to like me.”

Fives chuckled. “She already does.”

“Doesn’t seem that way.”

“She’s… she’s got a lot on her mind.” Fives explained. “Give her a bit, and she’ll warm up to you.”

The two men silenced themselves as Ju’Lah returned, dressed in Gol’Chek’s tunic which fit her more like an overlarge dress. She was clutching her doll in her arms.

“Thank you.” She told Quill even as she reached for Fives’ hand.

“Of course.” Quill nodded, his tendrils flicking happily at the praise, one of them curling slightly around Fives’ bicep. Ju’Lah watched them with interest.

“Do they do that on their own?” She asked curiously.

“Oh, um. Sometimes.” Quill fumbled for a moment, raising a hand self-consciously as if to smooth them down into stillness. “It’s – it’s how my kind show emotion.”

“Are you happy?” Ju’Lah asked.

“I am.” Quill replied, a note of caution in his voice. “I’m happy to have you here, but I know you’re upset, so I’m also nervous.”

“Is that why they were dancing like that?”

“I suppose so, yes.”

“Can I touch them?”

“Ju’Lah.” Fives cautioned, shaking his head once.

“No, it’s quite alright.” Quill knelt to her level, uncurling the tendril that had made its home around Fives’ bicep and instead held them as still as possible. Nerves must have been rattling through him, however, because they still twisted and writhed in place no matter how hard Quill tried to calm them down.

Ju’Lah, however, seemed entirely unbothered, and reached her fingers delicately out to stroke a tendril. Quill curled it at once around her wrist, and she giggled, pulling her hands away.

“I like them.” She said after a moment, waving as though they may wave back.

Quill lit up, his tendrils flicking again as he turned to Fives, excitement written across his face. Fives smiled, kissing him quickly on the cheek and holding out a hand again for Ju’Lah.

“Come on, kiddo, let’s settle in.”

Fives once again welcomed Ju’Lah into his arms, and Quill sat himself down at a respectful distance on the opposite end of the couch, but Fives, having none of that, settled himself comfortably into Quill’s lap, bringing Ju’Lah over into his arms. Quill grunted softly, and hesitated, starting to wrap his arms around Fives so his hands could rest on Ju’Lah’s legs, but the child reached around him, instead grabbing two of Quill’s tendrils and pulling them close.

“Is this okay?” She asked when she felt Quill startle at the motion.

“Yes, it’s – it’s alright.” Quill’s voice was slightly strained, and Fives glanced up at him.

“Too much?” He asked quietly, touching Quill’s thigh.

“No, it’s okay, I just -.” Quill shook his head, and his tendrils curled around both Fives and Ju’Lah, almost protectively. “I’ll tell you later.”

Fives nodded, tilting his head back to kiss Quill’s jaw before resting his chin on top of Ju’Lah’s head, watching as she picked a holo and settled in.

Ju’Lah repeatedly nodded off throughout the film, but always jerked herself awake again, her ears smacking Fives in the face every time. She would mumble a sheepish apology, and more than once, Fives caught her pinching her arms to try and stay awake.

When the film ended, Fives glanced down at her. “You ready for bed, little one?”

Ju’Lah hesitated, and Fives ran his fingers along her braid, messy from the day.

“Why don’t I redo your hair for you, yeah? You want to keep it in a braid when you sleep, or leave it loose?”

“Braid, please.”

Fives nodded, and gently scooted off Quill’s lap. “I brought her brush.” The Nautolan said. “It’s in her bag.”

“I’ll grab it.” Fives nodded, and Quill got up, following him into the kitchen with his tendrils curling anxiously around his own arms.

“She tastes like fear.” Quill said almost at once as soon as they were alone in the other room. “The whole house is thick with it, Fives.”

“She’s been having bad dreams.” Fives said as he rifled through her bag in search of the brush. “She told me on the way home she was afraid to go to sleep.”

“This isn’t just fear, Fives, this is – this is terror.” Quill insisted. “I could taste it on her when she touched my tendrils, I can taste it in the air everywhere she goes.” He looked mournful, his tendrils curling so tightly around his own arms that Fives was concerned he would cut off his own circulation. “She’s so little, Fives. She’s just a child.”

“Hey,” Fives soothed, abandoning the search for the brush and instead stroking Quill’s tendrils, trying to delicately unwrap them from his arms and torso. “Hey, it’s alright. We’ve got her, yeah? We’re going to watch over her, it’ll be alright.”

“How do we fix it?” Quill fretted again, his tendrils latching onto Fives instead. “She – she reminds me of Telya.”

Fives softened at the mention of Quill’s sister, touching his cheek and brushing his thumb along Quill’s cheekbone. “We can help her, Quill.” He murmured, keeping his voice low. “You can help her.”

“How?”

Fives patted his tendrils lightly, giving him a small smile. “Give her what she needs.”

Quill nodded slowly, his tendrils finally relaxing as Fives went back to searching for the brush, finally withdrawing it and making his way back into the living room with Quill.

Ju’Lah had burrowed herself under the blanket, her big eyes drooping as she fought to stay awake.

“C’mere, kiddo.” Fives picked her up, setting her cross-legged on the floor in front of him while he sat behind her, carefully and quickly undoing her braid while Quill moved to sit in front of her.

“Ju’Lah,” the Nautolan began hesitantly, sighing softly as he settled onto the floor. “Do you mind if we do something?”

“What is it?” She asked, leaning her head back slightly as Fives ran his fingers through her hair, separating it into sections.

“I – my people – we can sense the emotions and feelings of those around us.” Quill explained. “And I sense a great deal of worry and fear in you. I would like to help… ease your mind, if you’ll allow it?”

“What does that mean?” Her voice held an air of suspicion, and Quill scooted closer, reaching for her hand.

“I’d project emotions onto you, help calm you, essentially. Do you remember what I did for Ba’Vodu Fives when he was injured, and you were healing him?”

“You took his pain away.” Ju’Lah recalled. “But I’m not injured.”

“Not where anyone can see.” Quill replied quietly, and scooted a little closer, letting his tendrils press against her arms. “May I?”

Fives finished braiding her hair, and Ju’Lah nodded, hesitantly leaning into Quill’s chest as the Nautolan enveloped her in his strong embrace, holding her against him and letting his tendrils curl everywhere they could reach.

Ju’Lah gasped softly, tensing abruptly as the sensation washed over her, but in another moment, she relaxed completely, sagging against Quill before burrowing into the warmth of his chest, her eyes drooping again.

“Thank you.”

Quill only nodded, keeping his tendrils draped securely around her.

Fives scooted closer, tucking himself under Quill’s arm and wrapping one of his own arms around Ju’Lah. “We’ve got you, squirt.” Fives promised, brushing his hand over the swell of her cheek.

Ju’lah’s breathing evened out, and Fives kissed the top of her head, looking past her to Quill. The Nautolan’s dark eyes were studying Fives, his tendrils curling inwards curiously.

“You’re very good with her.” Quill whispered finally. “You’re… good with Kiran, as well.”

“I’ve always liked kids. Even brats like this one.” Fives teased, keeping his voice low so as not to disturb Ju’Lah. “I don’t want her to wake up in the night and be scared, can she stay with us?”

“Of course.” Quill nodded, rising to his feet with Ju’Lah still in his arms. He hesitated only for a moment, adjusting his grip to hold Ju’Lah more comfortably, and nestled her against his broad chest, carrying her up the stairs and tucking her into bed.

“We could use a guest room.” Fives whispered when he came up behind Quill. “An extra space for visitors.”

“Or for children.”

Fives glanced to Quill, and saw the Nautolan was looking right at him, his dark eyes swimming with the moonlight streaming in from the window. “Yeah.” Fives grinned, grabbing clothes to change into. “Or for children.”

Quill’s tendrils danced, and he circled the room, grabbing Fives suddenly and pulling him out into the hallway so as not to wake Ju’Lah, and dragged him into a fierce kiss.

“I want to have a life with you.” Quill whispered. “A family, a future, all of it, I want it with you.”

Fives shushed him gently, nodding his head over to the bedroom. “Don’t wake her.”

“I mean it.” Quill said in a hushed voice, his tendrils wrapping around Fives’ biceps again and pulling him close. “I love you, Fives. I want to love you for the rest of my life.”

Fives’ heart pounded in his chest, realization creeping over him. When he spoke, his voice was barely a whisper. “Are you proposing?”

Quill huffed out a breathless little laugh. “It’s – it’s not custom for proposals to happen this way, typically they’re in the water and involve a lot of tendril touching, but – but if you’ll have me, yes, this is a proposal.”

He pulled back, studying Fives for a moment before dropping to one knee. “Is this better? This is how the humans do it, yes?”

Fives laughed, beaming down at Quill as the Nautolan took one of his hands in his two larger ones.

“Be with me, for the rest of my life.” Quill murmured up at him, kissing the back of his knuckles. “Please?”

Fives nodded, tugging on Quill’s hands to get him to stand upright. “I will.” He promised. “I will. Yes.”

Quill jumped to his feet again, his lips crashing into Fives’ as Fives threw his arms around Quill’s neck, holding him as close as he could. At the bedroom door, Fives heard little feet scamper away and the blankets on the bed rustle.

“I think we’ve been caught.” Quill chuckled, pulling back and glancing at the bedroom.

Fives nodded in agreement, shushing Quill and peeking into the bedroom.

“Congratulations.” Ju’Lah’s sleepy voice called from the bed. “I won’t tell.”

“Thank you, little darling.” Quill said, and Fives stepped into the bedroom, bending over and kissing the top of her head.

“We’ll come up to bed in a little bit.” He promised. “We’re right here for you if you need anything.”

“I know.” She smiled. “I’m happy for you, Ba’Vodu. I like Quill a lot.”

Fives grinned. “Yeah.” He glanced over his shoulder at Quill. “Yeah. Me too.”

~

When Fives awoke the next morning, Ju’Lah was snoring softly, curled up into his side. He’d slept at an odd angle, his back curved sharply to accommodate the sleeping child, who had a habit of sprawling during the night. More than once, Fives had been arisen in the night by her foot or hand in his face, once by a massive ear nearly in his mouth.

Her final resting place had been curled up into a ball glued to Fives’ side, her little feet kicking his hips in her sleep all night long, but Fives couldn’t bring himself to mind.

He lifted his head, peering over to the other side of the bed and spotting a Quill-shaped indentation in the mattress where his lover – fiancé, Fives corrected himself giddily – had slept, but there was no sign of him now.

He rose quietly from the bed, joints cracking as he moved, and he groaned lowly at the spreading ache through his back and shoulders from the way he slept. Maybe he could talk Quill into a massage later.

He ran a hand through his wild hair, trying to tame the curls. His hair had been getting steadily longer, to the point where it threatened to tickle the back of his neck. He’d need to trim it back soon. Or maybe he wouldn’t. Quill seemed to like it long.

He stepped out into the hallway, greeted at once by soft music playing downstairs, and he shut the bedroom door behind him so as not to wake Ju’Lah. Fives grinned to himself, hustling down the stairs and turning quickly into the kitchen.

A small transceiver sat on the countertop, lively music playing from it as Quill worked at the stove, his tendrils swaying and curling along to the music. His deep, rumbling voice carried the tune under his breath, his body moving with effortless grace along to the music.

“The only thing that would’ve made waking up to this nicer would be if you’d forgone your trousers.” Fives called, stepping into the kitchen and grinning at Quill. “My favorite mornings are when you cook breakfast naked.”

“I didn’t want to scar the child.” Quill drawled, chuckling as he turned his head, dipping to kiss Fives. “Good morning, little love.” His expression dropped to one of concern, his tendrils curling around Fives’ shoulders and two brushed along his cheeks. “You taste of pain.” He noted.

“Just slept funny is all.” Fives waved him off, turning his head to kiss one of the tendrils. “Ju’Lah kept hogging the bed.”

“Ah, yes, at one point she rolled over onto my tendrils.” Quill replied. “I could taste her dreams. She was having a nightmare.”

“She was?” Fives asked, wrapping his arms around Quill and slotting himself under Quill’s arm. “Fuck, you should’ve woken me, I would’ve -.”

“No need, I handled it.”

Fives looked up at him, a hand stroking gently over Quill’s tendrils. “Oh?” He asked. “And what exactly did you handle?”

“I picked her up, held her for a while until she calmed.” Quill said simply.

“Did you use your tendrils? Influence her emotions?”

“There was no need. She’s a child, Fives. She simply wanted to be held.” Quill shrugged his shoulders. “So I did. Once I could sense her dreams were peaceful again, I set her back down and she rolled right over against you. She never woke once.”

Fives hummed, smiling as he buried his face halfway into Quill’s chest, mumbling into the fabric of his shirt. “We’d make decent parents.”

Quill trilled softly, his tendrils dancing across Fives’ back. “I agree.”

Fives squeezed Quill a little tighter. “What’re you making?”

“Renfen. It’s a traditional dish on Glee Anselm, my father used to make it for us when we were children.” Quill answered. “It’s very fishy, though, and rather hearty for a breakfast, I suppose, but I wasn’t certain she ate dinner last night aside from the fruit you gave her.” He jerked his head towards Fives, panic sparking in his eyes. “She eats fish, right? Ju’Lah? I didn’t think to ask, I just assumed with those sharp teeth -.”

“She eats meat.” Fives laughed. “Trust me, she’ll eat anything you put in front of her. I once saw her eat an anooba steak as big as her head.” He shifted to look up at Quill again. “Gol’Chek told me they ate a fair number of fish back on her home planet. They’ve been trying to replicate some native dishes.”

Quill chuckled. “Good, good. I imagine she’ll like this, then.”

He put a lid over the pot he was currently working in, pulling back from the stove and gently tugging Fives along with him. “Come, dance with me.”

“Dance?” Fives asked even as Quill took his hands, pulling him more into the center of the kitchen and beginning to sway. “I haven’t danced in a long time.”

“All the more reason for it, then.” Quill replied, giving Fives a spin and wrapping his arms around him from behind, kissing the column of his neck lightly. “Come on, I know you can dance, my love. I’ve seen you move your body before.”

“That’s a much different kind of dancing.” Fives teased, spinning away before catching Quill’s hands again, pulling back before surging forward again.

“I’d be fine with your different kind of dancing as well.” Quill answered cheekily. “In another life, you would’ve made a fine courtesan.”

Fives laughed, pressing their foreheads together for a beat before pulling back again, both of them spinning briefly before rejoining in the middle, their feet moving in quick, repeated motions across the floor.

Quill twirled him again, pulling Fives’ back against his chest and wrapping his arms around him from behind, letting his tendrils curl around Fives as he bent to kiss him. Fives laughed, loud and full, and a small click betrayed the arrival of their guest.

“Sorry.” Ju’Lah said apologetically from the doorway, setting Quill’s datapad back on the counter. “You were being cute.”

“Did we wake you?” Quill asked, letting go of Fives as the smaller man picked up the datapad, activating it and smiling at the photo Ju’Lah had snapped.

“No, I was getting up anyway.” Ju’Lah wandered over to the stove. “It smelled good down here.”

“I’m making breakfast.” Quill explained to Ju’Lah what he was making, and Fives smiled, grabbing two mugs and preparing a pot of caf while he listened to his fiancé explain the ingredients in the fishy porridge he was making for their meal.

Ju’Lah questioned him eagerly, dragging a chair over and standing on it to look over Quill’s shoulder while he worked, helping stir and then carefully ladling the porridge out into bowls under his careful instruction. Fives went to Quill’s other side, touching his back gently and offering him caf as they all took their seats around the table, preparing for breakfast.

~

The following day, Gol’Chek returned.

He had brought along with him an extra passenger – Crosshair, the missing member of the Bad Batch, had been recovered on Kamino. Fives had mixed feelings about the snakelike soldier joining the ranks of the rebellion, but Hunter swore up and down that he’d changed, and could be trusted, and Fives deferred to Gol’Chek and Rex’s judgment.

Besides, he was more enamored by the other passenger the Batch had returned with.

“AZI!” He called, rushing up to the little droid in excitement when he finally had the opportunity to connect with him.

The droid turned, cutting itself off where it had been mid-conversation with Echo and Tech. “Oh! Hello Five-s!” AZI replied, emphasizing the ‘s’ sound at the end of Fives’ name. “So good to see you again! I had heard you were executed.”

“Ha, they tried their damnedest, but I was too quick for ‘em.” Fives replied proudly, giving the droid a friendly shove. “Did the boys pull you off Kamino?”

“AZI is capable of removing inhibitor chips in the clones.” Tech supplied helpfully. “We were hoping by having him, we may be able to remove Crosshair’s chip, and any other clones we set free, like Gregor and Howzer for example. And it’s worked.”

“We have already removed their chips, along with the other clones from the transport ship.” AZI reported.

“Yeah, smart.” Fives beamed.

Echo nodded his head towards the Command Center. “Don’t you have somewhere to be, brother?”

“Oh yeah, we’re debriefing.” Fives nodded. “Are you still working on Crosshair?”

“We’re trying.” Echo sighed. “Things haven’t been going well. AZI’s done three scans on him so far.”

“Regrettably, my findings have all been inconclusive.” AZI spoke up. “I am uncertain that CT-9904 possesses an inhibitor chip, though I can find no evidence of the surgery being undergone.”

“Crosshair.” Echo and Tech corrected at the same time.

“Apologies. Crosshair.” The droid said. “You see, Five-s? They do not like numbers either.”

Fives chuckled. “You’ll get a lot more of that around here.” He nodded again to his brother. “Keep working on him, I’ll see what Hunter says in the briefing.”

Fives left them then, jogging instead to the Command Center.

He spotted Rex at once, with his girl leaning tiredly against him and fighting to keep her eyes open. He made his way around the table to stand beside Quill, joining everyone else for the briefing.

“We were able to use AZI to remove the chips in Howzer, Gregor, and the other clones we rescued from the transport ship, but Crosshair’s third scan returned negative.” Hunter murmured, his arms folded across his broad chest. “He can’t have gotten his chip removed. This isn’t my brother.” 

“People change, Hunter.” Fives said quietly, his voice grim. “If Crosshair’s allegiance lies with the Empire, then we -.”

“We aren’t executing him.” Hunter barked.

“I wasn’t going to suggest that.” Fives raised his hands in surrender. “I’m just saying, I’m not sure he’s someone we can trust yet, and I think you need to be aware of that.”

“We can’t keep treating him like a prisoner either, that isn’t how we’ll earn his trust!” Hunter protested. “We have to let him go, let him come to us on his own.”

“You talk about him like he’s a feral loth cat.” Athena drawled. “I won’t risk jeopardizing everything we’ve built here for one man. Get him under control.”

“He wanted to come with us.” Omega piped up softly from her spot around the table. “I could tell. He just… he felt like he couldn’t.” She looked up at Hunter. “He wanted us to want him back.”

“Of course we want him back. But ‘Mega, he betrayed us, he -.”

“No.” Omega shook her head. “We left him. Even if he doesn’t have the chip in anymore, he started with the chip in. He must have.” She murmured. “I imagine he feels every bit as betrayed as you do.”

“Whatever he feels, it’s for your group to sort out.” Athena said. “We’ve got bigger problems. Dogma?”

“I’ve been in touch with Wolffe.” Dogma reported, tapping something into the holo-table and pulling up a map. “The Empire has been moving through former Republic spaces and resuming their conquest. Most old Republic space has fallen, the Empire has near-complete control.”

To Dogma’s left, Gregor chuckled, rubbing the back of his head absently. “Yeah, they’ve been picking their way through any former Republic spaces, one by one. Won’t be long before they start looking to new planets, like this one.”

Fives hadn’t had the chance to really meet Gregor yet, but he’d heard enough stories to know he was something of a loose canon these days.

Athena rubbed her jaw, glancing to her left. “Quill?”

“We have the numbers to try and start another rebellion on another planet.” Quill said. “We were thinking Florrum would be a viable option. The Empire isn’t interested in that space.”

“How soon can you get out there?”

“I can leave with a team of people as soon as possible.” Quill said. “We can scout the area, find a good place to settle, and then go from there.”

“Take at least ten with you.” Athena instructed. “Leave as soon as you’re able.”

“I can go.” Howzer offered. “So can my boys. We’d blend in better if there happens to be Empire patrols in any of the cities.”

“Good, take Howzer and any of his men, maybe Gregor too, plus a few of our own.” Athena added. “We need to create a network, a Rebellion. We need to begin fighting back.”

“Once we begin to migrate to other planets, we’ll have a better understanding of what we’re capable of.” Rex continued. “And maybe we’ll be able to keep recruiting others into our cause. We can start to really push back against the Empire, even if it’s just in small ways.”

Fives nodded in agreement, glancing to Quill. “You wanna go ahead and start gathering people up?”

“Yes.” Quill said, excusing himself from the briefing as things began to wrap up. “The sooner we get going, the better.”

Fives accompanied him out of the Command Center, watching as Quill hailed a pilot and made arrangements for the scouting transport to depart.

“Have you told anyone?” Fives asked when Quill approached him again.

“About what?”

“The engagement.” Fives replied, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet. “That’s what we are, right? Engaged?”

Quill chuckled, wrapping an arm around Fives’ hip and pulling him close for a kiss. “Yes.” He murmured against the clone’s lip. “But to answer your first question, no I haven’t. I haven’t had the opportunity to, yet, and I wanted Athena to be the first to know. At least from me.”

Fives nodded. “We can tell her together when you get home.”

Quill agreed. “I think that’s a magnificent idea.” A tendril drew upwards, stroking along Fives’ cheek. “Will you be alright here on your own?”

“Please.” Fives rolled his eyes. “I’ll manage.”

Quill hummed, his eyes flicking past Fives and watching as Rex left the Command Center, his arm around his girl. “Speaking of engaged,” He began. “Do you know when Rex is planning to do his little wedding surprise?”

“Today.” Fives grinned conspiratorially, but then his face fell. “Wait, osik, you won’t be here.”

“It’s alright, just give her the cape like we planned. You know where it is?”

“Of course, you’ve been working on it non-stop.”

Quill grinned. “Tell me what she thinks if you can, I want to hear all about it.”

“I’ll comm you as soon as everything is all said and done.” Fives promised.

“No, no tell me when I return.” Quill said. “It’ll give me something to look forward to.”

“Mm, I’ll still comm you, just to check in.” Fives murmured, leaning into Quill and wrapping his arms around the man’s torso, resting his chin on Quill’s chest and peering up at him.

“Oy! Get a room, would you?!” Gregor bellowed from across the courtyard, and Fives gave him the finger over his shoulder as Quill chuckled.

“Here.” He shrugged off his jacket, wrapping it instead around Fives. “Put this on.”

“It’ll be too big on me.” Fives complained, but pulled the sleeves on anyway. It hung a little awkwardly on him, and he had to roll the sleeves up slightly, but Quill just grinned.

“It’ll be in better company with you until I return.” The Nautolan touched Fives’ cheek. “Stay out of trouble, little one.”

“I will.” He kissed Quill one last time. “I love you. Be safe.”

“Always.”

~

The Sho’cye wedding had gone exactly as planned.

Fives ached to know that Quill couldn’t be there to present the magnificent cape he’d stitched himself, but Fives hoped he’d done it justice when he gave it to its new owner. Quill had been right about the gold trim, even though Fives argued for silver. The gold brought out Rex’s eyes, and made him look like royalty. He was certain Quill would be smug about hearing the I told you so, but he also knew Quill would be tickled to hear how well the gift was received.

Either way, Fives was happy.

The festivities that evening once the sun had set were grand. A celebration was held in the town center, honoring both the Sho’cye wedding and celebrating the safe rescue of the prisoners aboard the transport cruiser. There was a large fire in the center of town, with plenty of food and drink to go around.

Fives found a seat next to Rex’s bride, leaning back and watching as everyone celebrated together. Rex was talking near the fire, his cape catching in the firelight and bringing out the gold stitched into the craftwork.

“Your partner did a lovely job.” She commented, smiling at Fives. “That cape is gorgeous.”

“He loves to stitch. He’s very good.” Fives replied with a grin. “He learned from his mother.”

She inhaled sharply through her teeth suddenly, a hand over her stomach.

“You okay?” Fives asked, sitting up slightly.

“Yeah. Yeah, yeah I – it’s just been hurting a lot more lately. Maybe he cracked a rib or something the last time he kicked me.”

“Babies can do that?” Fives asked, bewildered. “Kriff, strong little man, isn’t he?”

She looked to Fives for a distraction, and Fives saw her eyes drift over his jacket – Quill’s jacket.

“Did he give that to you before he left?”

Fives nodded. “Among other things.”

“Ew. I don’t need to hear that part.”

“No, it’s not what you think.” Fives chuckled. He thought about it for a moment, glancing over at her, one of his oldest and truest friends, and muttered “fuck it” under his breath before leaning closer.

However, before Fives could tell her of his own engagement, Ju’Lah ran over, seizing both his hands and pulling him to his feet.

“Come dance with me!” She said, tugging on his hands.

“Dance?” Fives repeated, following Ju’Lah to the open clearing near the fire.

“You’ll learn quick.” Ju’Lah promised. “It’s easy!”

“I –.” Fives tried to protest, but it was no use. Ju’Lah had already dragged him into the center of the dancing, stomping her feet alongside everyone else. Fives watched, doing his best to mimic the steps – stomp, stomp, clap, lean back, shuffle forward, turn to your partner – Ju’Lah took his hands again, leading him quickly through the chaos until the partners switched.

Ju’Lah was twirled away by Echo, and was replaced instead with Omega.

“Hi Fives!” Omega grinned, taking his hands and skipping alongside him down the row. “You’ve got to keep up!”

“I’m trying!” Fives protested, nearly tripping as he tried to command his feet into skipping, of all things. When all else failed, he just jogged alongside Omega until they reached the end of the line, where he spun her quickly.

“There you go!” Omega laughed. “That’s it, you’re getting the hang of it quicker than Hunter did.”

“I can’t picture Hunter dancing much.” Fives teased.

“He didn’t, the noise got to be too much.” Omega replied over the music. “But Wrecker and Echo danced! Oh! Here he comes now!”

Finally, Omega was seized once more by Wrecker, and Athena took her place.

“Fancy seeing you here.” She grinned at him, taking his hands.

“I barely know what I’m doing.” Fives warned. “If I fall, I’m taking you down with me.”

“I’d expect nothing less.”

Athena guided him gently, spinning once and pressing her back against Fives’ chest before pulling back again, spinning away and ducking under his arm. She took the lead, gracefully letting Fives follow in her steps until Kiran ran up to both of them, taking each of their hands and turning their dance into a three-person circle.

When the music shifted again, Athena and Kiran broke away from the circle, leaving Fives without a partner and in the center of the ring. For a split second, he didn’t know what to do, floundering for just a moment until Ju’Lah leapt into the circle in front of him, stomping her feet and throwing her hands in the air in time with the music. Fives matched her movements, finally getting the hang of it and taking her hands again, mimicking the steps he’d already done before.

“You finally figured it out.” Ju’Lah teased.

“It’s not so bad once you know what you’re doing.” Fives replied with a smirk. Overhead, he thought he heard the sound of a ship, but before he could turn to look, Ju’Lah grabbed his hands tight enough to make Fives gasp in pain, and he whipped his head back towards the child.

“Ju’Lah?”

She was trembling all over, black eyes rolled into the back of her head as her eyelids fluttered.

“Ju’Lah? Hey! Hey, wake up!” He let go of her hands, instead grabbing her arms and starting to kneel in front of her. “Can you hear me?! Ju’Lah!”

She collapsed suddenly, and Fives caught her, the child beginning to convulse in his arms.

“Somebody help!”

Rex had noticed the commotion, and so had Gol’Chek, both men rushing over to her as all the merriment ceased, Gol’Chek elbowing his way to Ju’Lah at once and dropping beside her.

“What happened?” He demanded, pressing his hands to Ju’Lah’s small body as it shook.

“I don’t know, she just suddenly stopped and collapsed!” Fives passed her carefully to Gol’Chek, and Ju’Lah’s mouth began to foam, her entire body convulsing violently in his embrace.

“Ju’Lah? Ju’Lah!” He shook her gently, but her head just lolled back further, until suddenly she gasped, her eyes rolling forwards again as she sat bolt upright in Gol’Chek’s arms. She panted softly, her sharp claws digging into his arms.

“Ju’Lah, what is it, what did you see?” Gol’Chek demanded, turning her to face him.

“We have to go.” She rasped, digging her little hands tighter into his arms. “We have to go now!”

“What happened? What’s wrong?!” Athena demanded. Her commlink suddenly lit up. Ju’Lah looked around.

“They’re coming.”

“General Brisbane!” A soldier cried into Athena’s commlink. “Commander Cawthon’s ship has just made contact, but – but something’s wrong.”

“What is it?” Athena asked, narrowing her eyes at the commlink.

“We received a transmission from the ship, sending it to you now.”

Athena pressed a few buttons on her commlink, and a raspy voice suddenly flooded through the speakers, echoing through the clearing.

“You think yourselves clever, don’t you? You thought you could hide from me. You thought I’d never find you.”

Fives recognized that voice. He glanced to the Sho’cye’s, watching as a familiar fear washed over their faces as well.

“Well, I’ve found you now, haven’t I? And soon enough, the Empire will find you too, but I’m prepared to offer you a deal.”

Fives finally noticed the ship on the horizon line, and he jumped to his feet at once. Quill’s ship. That was Quill’s ship.

Quill, Howzer, and Gregor were marched out of the ship, their hands bound behind their backs. One by one, they were forced to their knees by other Trandoshans as Thresh exited the ship last, graceful as ever, with a commlink to his lips. In his hands a long vibro-sword crackled with electricity.

“Oh gods.” Fives whispered, scrubbing both his hands over his face and up through his hair. “How’d – how’d he find them? How’d he get to them?”

Nobody seemed to hear him, instead focused on the commlink in Athena’s hands.

“I can see you, darling.” He chuckled. “I know you’re watching, little pet. I can feel your eyes on me.”

“That’s – that’s him, that’s Quill.” Fives grabbed her arm tightly, his voice wavering slightly. “He’s got Quill.”

“Who are you?” Athena demanded, her voice calm as she watched the prisoners. “What do you want?”

“My offer is very simple.” Thresh replied. Fives saw him lift the sword, bringing it to rest just slightly to the left of Howzer’s neck. “You give me the woman and her child, along with the man who slaughtered my brothers, and the Jedi child – yes, I know what you’re harboring, Outlander. I know about the girl.” He hissed.

“What do you want with them?” Athena asked.

“My employer wants the Jedi for his own reasons, and I want the others for mine.” He hissed. “Do this, and I’ll let your friends live.” He growled. “And if you hurry, maybe you can still escape before the Empire arrives.”  

“What do we do?” Fives said, his eyes flicking between Quill and Rex. “He wants the two of you and Ju’Lah.”

“We’re not handing them over.” Athena replied to Fives.

“Obviously not, but we have to do something, Quill’s up there.” Fives snapped, looking back towards the clearing. “He’s going to kill Quill and the others if we don’t do something.”

“This does not have to end in bloodshed.” Thresh continued. “As a gesture of my goodwill…”

He turned up on the hillside, and cut the bindings loose on Howzer and Gregor, leaving only Quill bound at his feet. Howzer and Gregor hurried across the plateau, rejoining the village.

“He got the drop on us, had at least thirty men waiting, maybe more, and killed everyone else and captured us three.” Howzer reported breathlessly. “He took the base’s location from the navigation system.”

“I’ve returned two of your friends to you, now it is time for you to give me what I am owed.” Thresh warned. “Give me what I want, or this man will die. Decide quickly, the Empire will be arriving any minute, and they have far less patience than I.”

“He’s bluffing, he has to be.” Rex’s wife whispered. “Even if he did tell the Empire, there’s no way they’d send anyone just to scout out a small tip from a man like him, would they?”

Athena shook her head. “We can’t take that chance.” She murmured. “We have underground bunkers and tunnels throughout the village that serve as a shelter in case of an attack. It’s time we put them to use.”

She turned to one of her men. “Start moving everyone into the tunnels. Tell everyone to move as quickly and quietly as possible. Anyone who can hold a weapon needs to arm themselves. Prepare for invasion.”

“Rex?”

“Go to the tunnels with the others.” Rex instructed, taking his cape off and instead wrapping it around his wife’s shoulders, as though the garment could protect her from what was to come. “Athena, I’ll assemble the fighters.”

“Quickly.” Athena said in a low voice.

He nodded, motioning for the others to follow him. Fives stayed rooted in place, with Echo waiting by his side.

“Quill’s up there.” Fives said quietly.

“I know.” Echo murmured. “We’re gonna get him back.”  

“If the Empire comes, they’ll kill you too.” Athena scowled into the comms. “I think you’re bluffing, lizard-boy.”

“Then I guess we’ll just have to wait and find out.” Thresh purred back. “I’m more than happy to sit back and watch your people be slaughtered. I’ll still get what I want.”

“And what is it that you want?” Athena asked, glancing at Ju’Lah. “Your employer, who is he? What does he want with the girl?”

“My employer’s desires are of no concern to me.” Thresh responded. “And my desires are no concern of yours. I grow tired of our discussion.”

Up on the hilltop, he dragged the sword lazily towards Quill.

“I’ll even sweeten the deal.” Thresh continued. “Just the woman and her baby. In exchange, my men won’t raid your village, slaughtering every last man, woman, and child, leaving only scraps for the Empire to pick through. And you’ll even get your fish friend back.” He nudged Quill with his foot.

“Or, you can keep the bitch, and I’ll come down there myself after I’ve cut every last tendril from the Nauto’s head, one by one, and only after you’ve heard his screams will I cut out his tongue.” He hissed. “The last thing you’ll hear is the sound of your people wailing for your help as we invade.”

Fives made a broken sound, reflexive tears welling in his eyes as he took two steps forward, only for Echo to grab him and hold him in place.

“Wait, Fives.”

“He’s going to kill Quill if we don’t do something.” Fives snapped, struggling against Echo. “Athena, do something!”

“Let them come.” Ju’Lah said quietly. Fives whipped his head around towards her as she spoke. “Tell them to kill Quill if they must, but we aren’t handing anyone over.”

“No!” Fives shouted, elbowing Echo and making it a few feet before Echo grabbed him again. “No! What’re you doing?!”

Athena scowled, bringing her commlink to her lips again. “If you want them,” She began. “You’ll have to come down here and get them yourself.”

“What are you doing?!” Fives screamed, rushing forward only to be stopped by Echo again. “Stop!”

“Take it easy, brother!” Echo held him back. “Easy! It’s under control!”

“He’s going to kill Quill!”

Thresh tsked. “Tragic that we were unable to come to an agreement. But then again, I hear the tendrils of a Nautolan can be quite the delicacy when cooked properly. Perhaps this isn’t a total loss.” He raised his sword, preparing to bring it down.  

“Farewell.”

“No!” Fives screamed, breaking free of Echo’s grip and sprinting forward. “NO!”

Thresh swung the sword. 

~

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[gotouda]

customer id never seen walked in off the street today and this is the interaction he had with my coworker ok

her: hey how are you what can i do for you

him: i saw a sign for coffee

her: yeah cool so youre after a coffee then?

him: padre. (this is our coffee roaster. its on the sign)

her: yeah. padre coffees what we use.

him: yeah ill just get a coffee.

her: cool man whats your coffee

him: whatever you thinks best

her: ok... like what type of coffee do you want. fw, latte, we can do iced etc

him: whatever you thinks best.

her: ...ok. do you just want full cream or

him: just whatever you think

her: ....i like almond milk in my coffee personally.

him: sure that whatever you think will be best

her: ok. do you want sugar

him: do you have sugar? make it however you make your coffee. just how you have it

her: ..ok..

end scene.

now what do we think of this do we think he was an alien from outerspace or like freshly brain damaged or what