#anyway- thanks for reading if you did! and if you have ship name ideas let me know ig lmaoo

[gymleaderwally]

bugsy and ethan banner i made for socials teehee my fave guys... (full sygna suit bugsy design under the cut!)

[luffysinterlude]

REMEMBER WHEN. . .

★ summary: the straw hat pirates reminisce on some fun memories while voyaging through the Grand Line.

★ warnings: chatroom au/comedic relief, mentions of pregnancy, cursing, takes place after water seven/pre thriller bark, ooc characters, use of yn + female reader in mind, flirty!yn + the crew teases yn a bit ><, zoro x reader…kinda..im biased im sorry 😞 + some things are NOT canon and i just made it up :p

★ an: hiii!! there is not enough one piece fanfic content on this app in my opinion (i feel like i’ve read almost every piece, all have been amazing), so here’s my attempt at making more!! also, i’m still pretty new to the op fandom, so some characters may be a little ooc. i’m still reading/watching thriller bark so pls bare with me! also this is a chatroom au because i don’t have access to social app anymore *cry*. anyway, please enjoy!

NOW ONLINE [9]. . .

yn: SIGHHHHHHHHHH

robin: is everything okay, yn?

chopper: yeah yn, is everything okay?

zoro: probably not

yn: just thinking

usopp: thinking about where we’ll be next? praying manifesting it isnt anywhere scary

chopper: everywhere we’ve been has been terrifying

nami: yeah usopp

nami: its like we goto hell, leave it, and then enter another part of it

nami: i think we should just start expecting the worst

zoro: maybe we should all just get a lil more stronger. starting with the blonde pervert we have as our cook

sanji: I DIDNT EVEN SAY ANYTHING YET

sanji: AND YOURE THE ONE TO TALK!

sanji: MUST I REMIND YOU THAT I LITERALLLLY JUST SAVED YOU AND USOPP AT THAT TOWER

luffy: oooooo thinking about what? tell me tell me tell me!

sanji: now, my dearest yn, please let me know if theres anyway i can assist you

zoro: she probably doesn’t want your help lmfao no offense

sanji: WHOOOO was even talking to you? I SAID YN’S NAME IN THE TEXT DAMMIT

nami: can you two idiots cut it out already? its like, i can hear your voices through my screen and i don’t like that

franky: yeah it’s actually kinda crazy i can hear you all…without actually being in your presence

chopper: soooo yn?

luffy: yeah yn what’s going on?

yn: just sitting here thinking about all of our fun adventures. like wow we actually did all of that and it was like…real life

yn: i feel like if i didnt know you guys and didn’t experience it then it wouldn’t sound real

yn: but like wow it was all real

robin: we’ve had some wild times, haven’t we?

luffy: LOL yeah that might’ve been on me

luffy: but we’ve survived this long

luffy: we’ll continue to survive because fate loves us!

nami: -.-

sanji: luffy’s right, surprisingly

sanji: sometimes i think about how fate brought us together…or atleast i think about how fate brought me nami yn and robin together

yn: watch it pretty boy

sanji: YES MA’AM

sanji: screenshotting

zoro: ignoring that dude. i think it’s amazing how we prevail every time. we get stronger without realizing

yn: i mean we did fly into the sky

yn: thats so crazy we actually like. flew. in the air. on a ship.

nami: yeah all thanks to me ;*

yn: thank u pretty i remember falling in love with you then and there

franky: WHAT THE HELL

franky: YOU GUYS FLEW IN THE AIR WITH MERRY?!

usopp: HELL YEAH MERRY FLEWWW

usopp: FRANKY YOU SHOULDVE SEEN IT

usopp: there was this gigantic whirlpool below us and everything

chopper: haha yeah that was crazy! and those giant monkeys

robin: oh! yes, the saruyama alliance. i could never forget the amount of fun i had during our time on Jaya Island

yn: robin i love u but FUNNNNNN???-?-?-!-? DID WE FORGET ABOUT THAT STUPID FOREST CRICKET HAD US GO INTO?!1? i still have nightmares of that stupid south bird and its stupid face and the way it made all those stupid bugs chase me

luffy: haha those south birds were really something else

nami: it’s funny because we had no idea what was coming next

zoro: that stupid “God” was next. what was his name again? emily? enemy….?

zoro: well shit i’ve forgot. it was somethin else though. his stupid lightning

franky: BROTHER WHAT

franky: YOU GUYS FOUGHT….A GOD?!?!1???!!!?

franky: was it like….you know…..THE GOD

chopper: not really sure what you mean but that guy enel really had some sort of crazy insane powers

chopper: him and his crazy insane priests were able to predict our moves!

robin: oh yeah. he electrocuted zoro, yn, and i.

yn: pls dont remind me TT

yn: he scares me because i feel like he somehow is still alive

yn: like what if hes reading our messages

nami: i never thought of it like that…

nami: enel if ur reading this please drop 1,000,000,000 berries down from the sky

luffy: i wish the skypeians and shandians rang the bell more often.

luffy: haha oh well! i know they’re doing just fine! :D

usopp: well thanks to yn now i’m reminscing TT

usopp: it feels like alabasta JUST happened

robin: well, we did just face the world government

robin: technically crocodile was apart of it

usopp: YEAH AND YOU WERE HIS ASSISTANT OR WHATEVER

robin: that’s the past. i had to do what i needed to do to survive. and i’m glad i was, considering i was able to find you all <3

yn: ROBINNNNNNN TT

nami: ROBINNNNN

sanji: robin i wouldve followed you to hades’ kingdom if i had to. i will always protect you (and nami and yn. the others can fend for themselves).

luffy: hahahaha i agree!! see, fate loves us

chopper: WE LOVE U ROBIN

franky: YEAH! WE LOVE SISTER ROBIN!

zoro: appreciate ya.

usopp: YEAAAA WE LOVE ROBIN!

yn: shoutout to us

yn: i love us

yn: i love being a strawhat

chopper: same!!! forever and always gonna be a strawhat!!

luffy: i love our little family!

luffy: without you all, i wouldn’t be as close as i am to reaching my dream! so thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

luffy: also sanji when is dinner gonna be ready so i know when to head back to the sunny

nami: same

nami: now i’m really reminiscing. do you guys remember when yn thought she was pregnant

usopp: i-

usopp: …

yn: NAMI

yn: alright well.

sanji: WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT TT

sanji: also luffy dinner will be ready when its dinner time. its mid day. if you’re hungry i have snacks in the fridge or since you’re running around this island, find a food stand

sanji: BUT WHATTTTTT DID NAMI JUST SAY

chopper: HUUUUUUUUUUUUH

robin: what a naughty girl you are, nami. teasing yn about her “almost” pregnancy

nami: yk me! but i remember being soooooo worried only for the pregnancy test to come back negative

zoro: yn?

franky: LITTLE SIS YN…DOES THE DEED….BUT SHE LOOKS SO INNOCENT

luffy: oh wow cool sanji thanks!

luffy: also congrats yn? but where will the baby stay?

usopp: did you even read nami’s text

luffy: oh..right LOL that’s good! i can’t imagine yn having a baby. plus how are babies even made

chopper: :o

nami: …

robin: your innocence is apart of my will to live

yn: luffy TT

sanji: THROUGH LOVE! BABIES ARE MADE THROUGH LOVE!!!

luffy: oh sickkkkkk do you guys think we can make one?

yn: oh luffy TT

nami: well!

sanji: he’ll come around

luffy: LOL BRB

LUFFY has gone offline.

chopper: wonder what he’s up to

yn: probably found food like sanji told him to

zoro: yeah he kind of left the store we’re at and i have no desire to look for him right now

zoro: oh nevermind. he just went outside to buy meat from a vendor. he’s good, still in my eyesight

chopper: also

chopper: YN WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME

yn: chopper >< you were still fairly new to the crew then

yn: but this happened after we left chopper’s hometown

yn: i think i was just sick because of the crazy weather changes, plus nami has just recovered and didn’t want anyone to be worried sick :p

zoro: why didnt you tell me?

zoro: you’re apart of the crew too, ya know.

usopp: interesting

sanji: you stupid ass MOSSHEAD WHY WOULD SHE TELL YOU HER BUSINESS

nami: sigh

nami: its like the most obvious thing ever

robin: i’m afraid it just isn’t clicking for him.

yn: it’s not like i didn’t wanna tell you

zoro: okay so why didn’t you

sanji: WATCH HOW YOU SPEAK TO HER DUMBASS!

yn: LMFAOOO I REMEMBER WHY I DIDNT TELL YOU

yn: YOU GOT LOST AS SOON AS WE GOT TO ALABASTA

yn: and by time i found you, i had already forgotten that i thought i was pregnant because there was a whole warlord wanting us dead so

zoro: hmm. okay. well next time..

sanji: YOU DIDNT HAVE TO EXPLAIN TO HIM YN YOURE BETTER THAN HIM IN EVERY WAY

zoro: if you ever need a safe space. you know.

yn: hehe yes i do. but i apologize for not telling you as soon as i felt…different. it’s just that we’ll always have bigger issues to worry about

franky: ummmm are we interrupting something

zoro: hm

zoro: nah. yn and i will talk later when we see each other.

zoro: for now i’m thinkin about that time luffy and i got beat up on jaya island. now i’m annoyed.

zoro: the principle of the matter was good but i really just had to sit there and take an ass beating when i could’ve handled the entire bar

zoro: ehhhh now i’m gonna go workout. if anyone needs me you know where to find me.

ZORO has gone offline.

yn: he left saying “you know where to find me” as if we’ll actually know

robin: i really hope he finds his way back to the sunny.

sanji: he can get lost for all i care

yn: it’s crazy that i really thought i was pregnant that one time

yn: even vivi thought so

nami: i was super worried

nami: so worried i was reading every book we had to find anything i could help you with

usopp: well i’m offended cause why didn’t you tell me i thought we were besties

yn: wellllllllll no offense but full offense, you have “i-can’t-seem-to-keep-my-mouth-shut” disease

yn: just yappin all day everyday

franky: so, sister yn, zoro huh?

sanji: DONT OFFEND HER LIKE THAT YOU IDIOT!

usopp: HEYYYYY!!!!! I WOULDVE KEPT A SECRET

sanji: yn my loveeeeee you know you could always tell me your secrets

yn: i cant lie i almost let it slip when i helped you with dinner that night

yn: but again, bigger fish to fry

sanji: screenshotted again

sanji: did you guys see that? shes flirting with me. might die

robin: hm not sure what part of that was flirting but whatever makes you happy.

nami: oooo franky’s quick

franky: it isn’t hard to tell

chopper: what’re you all talking about!!?

yn: nothing important you little cute doctor

chopper: >~< SHUT UP! >~< THAT DOESNT WORK ON ME!!

sanji: robin! nami! yn!!!! i will be going offline to go back to the sunny to make some snacks. would you ladies do me the pleasure of enjoying them? should they be ready before you all arrive?

robin: please do! surprise us this time :)

yn: hell yea sanji you know i’d never say no to you

nami: lol yes please! i’m kind of craving something sweet

sanji: OFF TO THE KITCHEN I GO!! GIVE ME AN HOUR!!

SANJI has gone offline.

yn: well now that those three are gone

yn: i worry about them a lot

yn: i feel like those three find trouble every where we go

chopper: same but we’re all like, insanely strong now!

chopper: and it’s not like we’re actively looking for trouble, sometimes we just want to chill

nami: yeah. but now, more than ever, i feel more secure

nami: like wow he’s really gonna be king of the pirates

yn: most definitely. we only ever get stronger

usopp: yeaaaaaaaaaaaaa obviously i’ve had my doubts but…

usopp: it’s never been because of luffy

robin: ever since i met you guys again on alabasta…

robin: i knew you all would give me a life worth living

yn: robin’s so sweet online it makes me want to cry

yn: well shes always sweet

franky: SISTER ROBIN TT

nami: robin, i’m curious. how did you find our ship?

robin: well it was just docked and i figured i’d finally take a rest somewhere. if you all hadn’t left alabasta by time i had woken up, then i wouldn’t have stayed. like luffy says, fate loves us.

franky: WHAAAAAT you just…..snuck on? O.O

chopper: oh yeah i remember!

chopper: i’m not gonna lie, i was a little intimidated by you at first

yn: OH HOW COULD I FORGETTTTTTTTT

yn: chopper wasn’t there when we first met robin!

nami: oh yeah!

yn: franky chopper omg like have i ever told the story of how i first fell in love with robin

usopp: OH YEAH she blew that guy’s ship up

usopp: i wonder how vivi’s doing

nami: VIVI TT i hope she’s okay

nami: but yeah i agree. i was scared shitless of robin but then she told me she got me treasure

franky: WOAH ROBIN BLEW SOMEONES SHIP UP?

robin: not entirely. he survived and thats what matters

franky: i mean i guess

franky: i was definitely intimidated by luffy when we first met. even though that was like three weeks ago

franky: i can’t lie he still sometimes intimidates me

yn: brother ur half machine

franky: YEAH BUT MOSTLY HUMAN!!!

franky: anyway sisters. you guys have to tell me more stories at dinner later i have to go refill the coke tanks, see ya!

FRANKY has gone offline.

usopp: well chat

usopp: i usually help him so i’ll be going back too

usopp: yn i’m expecting way more details later after dinner

usopp: or zoro. but preferably before you see zoro

chopper: i’ll help! girls if you need me for anything i’ll be with those two!!

yn: um…okay…? we’ll see u all later!!!

USOPP has gone offline.

CHOPPER has gone offline.

nami: and now it’s just us three

nami: sorry for bringing your pregnancy scare up

nami: i’m getting my nails done right now and i can’t really seem to remember our journeys

yn: its all good

yn: i kinda forgot about it

robin: we’ve been through so much our brains probably started to black out any unwanted memories. i’ve read that it happens

robin: and yn, i don’t blame you. i would’ve been worried sick if i was apart of the crew then. but since it’s just us…

yn: omg let us catch you up

yn: so basically..i had…with…and then…

nami: —.—

nami: she had sex with someone *cough* zoro *cough* and started puking the next morning

yn: NAMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

yn: TT

nami: i definitely thought it was pregnancy

robin: silly girls. you do realize pregnancy symptoms don’t happen overnight, right?

robin: also, yn. it’s obvious. i’ve seen the way you two are always the first ones missing during our celebrations

nami: well……..yeah but

nami: we can never be TOO safe

yn: mmm if you hadn’t caught on by now then i’d be surprised

yn: i was still scared

yn: i think it was more of a “wow me and zoro actually did that and it was real”

nami: it’s just….in a forest?!-?

nami: with…HIM!!!-?-?-?-??

nami: you can have any man or woman or creature you want and you stillllllllll………….

yn: i was running on adrenaline. that dude and his stupid ass candle wax drove me insane

yn: plus you both know i kinda have a little crush on the guy

yn: i can fix him

nami: okayyyyyy whatever you say.

nami: pfttt “little” and you guys are basically dating in my head

robin: i forgot his actual name but i’m assuming you guys are talking about mr. 3

robin: ah yes his wax is quite the problem. i wonder if hes alive still

nami: i was seriously stressed out

nami: but honestly, since we’re on the topic, i’m glad i joined luffy

nami: there was this one time, yn i’m sure you remember

nami: right before going to the baratie

yn: the day we went to the baratie TT

yn: but what happened before i kinda forgot

nami: WHY’RE YOU ALWAYS FORGETTING THINGS

nami: anyway when we ran into your crazy psycho ex

yn: OMG

yn: AND HE THREATENED LUFFY

yn: AND THEN LUFFY THREW HIM INTO THE OCEAN TT

robin: oh? tell me more about this ex of yours. i’m interested

yn: he kinda followed us after luffy saved me from HIM

yn: um so basically..you know my devil fruit powers…yeah he held them over my head and threatened to tell the marines about me and

nami: it was chaos. but it was the first time i’ve seen yn in combat and it was mind blowing

robin: luffy being our life saver and our little brother

robin: what would we do without him

yn: you’re right

yn: but i think at this point, we’re all strong enough to handle our own. if i ever see my ex again i’ll beat him so bad

nami: yeah me too! cause he had the crazy audacity to ask me out after i found out what he did to you!

nami: either way, i’m just happy we’re still all together. you know since we’ve been throwing the word fate around, i’m really starting to believe it. luffy has a really good sense of knowing who should join our crew

yn: he does :’)

yn: he gave me a family

robin: well we should probably go check on the boys now. i’ll meet you all at the sunny <3

robin: come back safely.

nami: yeah!! you too robin! yn, bring us some goodies! i’ll see you both later!!

yn: I LOVE YOU GUYS BE SAFE ILL SEE YOU SOON

yn: can’t wait to see u guys again

nami: ….you saw us this morning.

ROBIN has gone offline.

NAMI has gone offline.

YN has gone offline.

CHATROOM IS NOW CLOSED [0].

NOW ONLINE [1]. . .

LUFFY is now online.

luffy: HEY GUYSSSSSSS

luffy: IM BACK

luffy: i ate some meat and came back to the shop we were at but zoro isnt here anymore so i’m wondering if you guys happen to know where he is!

luffy: ….

luffy: oh the chatroom closed

luffy: well i guess i better get back to the sunny!

luffy: hopefully my friends make it back safely! we still have more adventures to take care of

luffy: wow these things are so cool i’m just talking to myself

luffy: i wonder if i can get one on the sunny…

luffy: OH WELL

LUFFY has gone offline.

CHATROOM IS NOW CLOSED [0].

★ an [2]: ahhh!! my first work is now done ☺️ honestly this was all self indulgent because i’ve been going through some personal things and right now the strawhats are my comfort zone. i decided to make it like a big groupchat because i don’t really have any friends irl or online so this makes me feel a lil better ☺️! i hope you all enjoyed.

its a lil messy because when i first started this i was about to began Thriller Bark but as I’m typing this I’m currently on the Sabaody Archipelago arc and things are getting more exciting like omg hello mr. Trafalgar Law I’ve been waiting for your debut….

if you enjoyed this please like and reblog! maybe i’ll start writing more drabbles idk. it used to be my thing when i was still using @/krazykento and jjk used to be my comfort zone. also, if you want to be friends please don’t be shy to say anything! i’d love to make new friends!!

[anotherbluesunday]

✨Moodboard Teaser: In Technicolor✨

With the release of the first chapter coming in hot with its expected release being this Friday at the latest or sooner (possibly as early as tomorrow) I wanted to take the time to acquaint everyone with the primary couples in this story. Usually I cap it at two couples and have auxilary couples and characters on the fringes. But because this is a crossover between two of my favorite shows, I have expanded it to three—possibly four—couples with auxilaries (secondary) on the fringes. These couples will include original characters i.e. Wynn Galpin who is Tyler Galpin’s younger sister. There is a crossover couple that joins the Wednesday group with the Riverdale group. This couple is where I expect to receive the most backlash but idc. Their my crossover otp and I hope you all trust me enough to keep reading and join me/the characters on this journey. I have also switched some things up with one of the Riverdale characters because the ship only got screen time in the last season and it did more for their character than their actual failed relationships did the entire season. Fight me. But don’t. Or do.

Anyway, here are the couples moodboards, as promised. The visuals were inspired by Baz Luhrmann’s Romeo + Juilet because these past few months since January I have been on a 90’s and 2000’s kick and I am dying for how that movie captured the beauty, grit, grime, and excitement of LA. So enjoy and let me know what you think! 💜

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We open with our crossover couple who are the star-crossed lovers—Cheryl Blossom, the queen of the Palisades and star tennis player and Pugsley “Lee” Addams, the king of Elysian Heights and leader of his grunge sleeze band Texca. Born second generation to a working class defense attorny and day-time caregiver to the elderly, Lee Addams has just wants to make it through his senior year of high school and hangout with his friends on the weekend. But when he and his twin sister Wednesday step a little too far over the line at their old school their parents pull some strings to have their three children—Wednesday, Pugsley, and Pubert “Bertie” attend Morticia’s former high school. There, Lee unwittingly comes face to face with the campus queen, the indomitable and untouchable Cheryl Blossom. Born into privilege with the face of an angel and the bite of a viper, she has everything and anything. Influence thanks to her parents name. Adoration by way of her beauty. And power because of her abilities to manipulate others. But what happens when a hurricane meets an immoveable force? Will they fold? Destroy one another? What happens when the pretty vicious face isn’t all it seems to be and the cutting confidence is stripped away? Who are the real people that lie beneath it all?

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Next are our second pair of the four star-crossed lovers. While it is never a good idea to fall for your twin flame, for Tyler and Wednesday it isn’t so simple. Twin flames and soulmates fused into one as if it were a sick joke, their story begins at a party—the raven haired twin sister with her face painted like a Catrina (see: Dia de los Muertos symbols and iconography) and the Galpin golden boy dressed like Sir Lancelot with the sacred heart etched into his chest plate. Like her brothers, Wednesday grew up living a modest life where nothing was taken for granted and family sits at the heart of all major decisions. For Tyler, he has forgotten the importance of family and community after starting university where his life has evolved into an endless stream of parties and hookup’s. Never struggling but also never being challenged to be better or grow, he’s hit a wall. A mid-life crisis of sorts but at the already chaotic age of 18 with his 19th birthday right around the corner. But from the moment he lays eyes on Wednesday she is all he can think of. All he breathes and dreams of—a beautiful stranger that won’t free him. Yet when this silver tongued Casanova tries to approach the dark beauty he’s shot down. Challenged to question who he is and what he truly is doing with his life that matters. What is in store for the idealistic social revolutionist and her troubled admirer? Where will they land when the walls of his kingdom come crumbling down?

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The youngest of three siblings each yet one is protected and coddled like a greenhouse flower while the other has flourished amidst hardship and bouts of poverty. Wynn Galpin is caught in a never-ending loop of compassions to her twin older siblings, Tyler and Enid. Both are straight A students. Both star athletes with Tyler winning championship after championship for swim and Enid earning a full-ride scholarship to UCLA for volleyball. Both are charming and charismatic. Both are perfect and Wynn can never compare despite how she tries. She doesn’t have the passion for swim or volleyball so she chooses cheer. “That’s not a real sport” she’s told. Her siblings get A’s but she can hardly scrape by with B’s while battling her depression and anxiety. At all times, her mind is screaming for her to just run off and disappear. And after the loss of her friend and pseudo-sister Polly, the darkness has become more persuasive. More invasive and vicious. But it is during a spiral that forces her out of the gym during cheer practice that she runs into the new kid. The brainiac junior in her senior level AP classes. Pubert “Bertie” Addams. A carefree class clown with a heart of gold and the virgin Guadalupe drawn in vibrant neons on the bottom of his skateboard. Where will this new path take them when the class clown and the beauty queen who seems to always be in tears meet to form an oddball friendship? And what happens when their hearts begin to long for more than just friendship but their worlds couldn’t be more different? How will things turn out for the greenhouse flower and her sidewalk dandelion?

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What’s the worst that could happen when you fall in love with your best friend? What happens when you think they love someone else? When you think they could never see you the way you see them in return? Do you stand there and wait for them to turn around? Or do you walk away while piecing together your heart that will never know real closure? Reggie has asked himself these questions nearly every day for the past six years since his family moved to the fringes of the Palisades and enrolled him in the affluent junior high nearby. Archie Andrews was his first friend at his new school all those years ago. The first one to get up during lunch time and sit down next to him. The one who didn’t care that his parents weren’t from money and had only recently come into their fortune. The one who didn’t care that he didn’t have the newest clothes, phone, or hairstyle. Like a guardian angel come to save him from perpetual solitude, Archie befriended Reggie with a bright smile and a silly joke. And since that day, Reggie has kept his love for the redhaired boy wonder to himself. Has been the picture of what a bestfriend should be. Has supported Archie and defended him. Joined their high school swim team with him just so that they could live out Archie’s dream of being the one’s to break Tyler, the former captain’s, record and win more championships than him and his team did. Reggie has lived a beautiful but painful lie for nearly a decade and the cracks have begun to show. The devotion now agony. The love a barbed dagger twisted liettle by little every time he has to play third wheel on Archie’s dates with his girlfriend Veronica. But one night their eyes meet across a sea of moving bodies at a house party. Archie kissing Veronica but can’t stop looking at Reggie. There’s a spark. A sadness. Hope. But is there truth? Is there a willingness to be honest? To accept this attraction that has been there waiting from the start? Does Archie know what real love could be like if he just turned around? Or will the lovefool angel look away once again and leave the poor friend and saint in the dark?

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Stay tuned for more because this is only the beginning. Next will be the auxiliary couples, characters, and family boards for the three main ones at play. But the next next post that will be following this one will be the official titlecard for Chapter One. Can’t wait to see you all again there. 💜

[rxsilabeth--er]

:: Back to us again..

☎ Now Calling........Author: "Hello?..Yes, this is an original thought about James with Reader...Yes, I know I'm cringe, but honestly thank you all for reading this, anyways..Thank you so much, Bye!!"

☎ Now Calling........Synopsis: ".. you lost some people...but luckily you earned some as well...and He...is happy to be with you and James as well..."

☎ Now Calling........Warnings: "Nothing...hm...maybe a few ships, Wolfstar, Marlily, Dorlene, Rosekiller and Regulus X OC cause I don't want him to be alone. Barty didn't partake in torturing the Longbottoms....apologies!! Non canon compliant like any other marauders fic...reader is fem"

The hustle bustle of the train-station began even as early as 3:40 am...and you knew it as you shut the trunk of your car, luckily you got your driver's lisence...hard to believe, but yes...

As you and James walked up the stairs to the station and stood in front of the platforms 9 and 10. You and James waited, talking normally to not attract too much attention to you two by muggles. Soon, Sirius finally joined you in excitement..he was absolutely buzzing with excitement like James was...

Finally, you held James's hand and ran through the wall in between platform 9 and 10, you closed your eyes, always getting a bit worried, but always excited as you ran and James faster and faster and then through the wall.. You let out a breath and looked back at the arch way saying "Platform 9 and 3/4" as James led you away, Sirius came behind you both.

You all stood at the station talking to each other for a few hours, you have no idea why you all decided to come so early... as the morning started to creep on to you, thank god it was getting brighter now..

"...Wow, it's cold this morning, huh?" James said grinning as he shivered a bit and wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to kiss your lips, you hummed as you giggled, "..I told you to wear an inner, did you wear one?" You asked with a grin as James only pouted. You shook your head and handed him your scarf, it was nearing winter and you were warm enough...

James took it and wrapped himself tightly, crossing his arms, as Sirius was more and more excited as the moments passed, yet he was also shivering...these two idiots always forgot one or the other thing, you pulled out your wand and produced a small portable fire and kept it in your hand near the two as the two warmed up...

you looked up at the timing board and saw the train you all were waiting for was in like 20 minutes... you also started to get excited, you had got that letter from Dumbledore a few months ago and though you didn't trust that man a lot, he had good intentions at times...

Finally waiting with James and Sirius literally bouncing around you, a red engine train finally stopped in-front of you two. It let out some steam before the doors opened on it's own and you stayed there waiting for the people to get out, while James and Sirius scanned the area to look for a familiar haired werewolf...

Finally you spotted him, the same messy, fluffy-brown hair with a scar on his face in baggy clothing...you were absolutely beaming with happiness, and you were about to scream out his name, when you stopped...

Remus seemed to comfort a boy your age..his cheeks splotchy with tears, adorable freckles dotting his cheeks and you knew exactly why Dumbledore gave you that letter...

You walked over to them, but unfortunately Sirius was faster as he absolutely tackled Remus and smashed his lips against Remus's, the boy seemed to know who Sirius. When James hugged him, the boy seemed confused at James and you knew he didn't know who James was.

You walked to the boy and stood in-front of him, rubbing your knuckles on his cheeks, before taking you a napkin and handing it to him, the boy took with a cheeky smile and wiped his face..His adorable freckles, soft ginger hair and brown eyes made you smile and remind you of a certain someone you knew..

You comforted the boy, while James and Sirius took comfort in Remus like Remus took comfort in the two. You turned to find Sirius and James basically on top of Remus and emus trying his hardest not to punch the two in their throats... You smirked at the scene, similar to your hogwarts years... you missed him too...how couldn't you?...He was basically your brother..

"...Hello, where is my hug??" You asked Remus with a grin, who threw the two away and hugged you tightly, like you did back, you both giggling leaving your husbands with dramatic pouts.. You both giggled before pulling away, as you pulled the boy into a hug, he needed one after all especially after all that crying, if there is one thing that can cure a few things, it's a hug...

"...You know you look like my friend, Harry Potter...and that man is an ABSOLUTE copy of the bloke..." the boy said pointing at James, clinging to Remus's foot, making you giggle.

As you pulled away from the hug, the boy looked a bit confused as Remus continued to catch up with his supposed husband and James, while you only smiled and fixed his hair a bit, before saying

"..copy of him? You mean, he looks like us!" You say giggling as you patted his back before smiling softly and holding his hand in yours..He felt calm with you and holding your hands felt nice... You spoke up, looking at your three old and now a new loved one,

"...Welcome Home, honey...I was waiting for you, Fred..."

"..AND THIS IS WHY YOU DON'T PLAY CATCH WITH A BLUDGER UNDERWATER!" You yelled pulling Fred and James by their collar and pushing them into some kitchen chairs. Remus and Sirius apologetically hopped up and sat on the kitchen counter... You angrily picked up your shirt and wet it before wiping Fred's bloody head where he had a gash.

"..Come on now, don't be too harsh on them..." Rosilabeth said grinning, as she placed a huge first aid kit on the table beside you, she handed you some antiseptic

You had no idea, why Moony, Ginger, Padfoot and Prongs decided it would be a great idea to go to the Pearl Lake and dunk inside and let a bludger go free in the water...and it was no better that neither Remus nor Lily nor Mary tried to stop them...

You finished patching up Fred before pulling out your wand and putting some spell on it to make it hurt less before angrily moving to James who only looked down, "..I'm sorry, Love...I promise..." he said in a soft tone making you sigh..you could never be upset with him for too long..

"..I'm glad you know where you went wrong, but I'm not letting you heal yourself up quickly, you will let it heal on it's own.." you say handing him an ice pack for his head where he hit himself in the frantic attempt to get the bludger back...

You began wiping his head as well, somehow both Fred and James got hurt in the same spot...all Sirius got was a spell from a scared Rosilabeth who thought the bludger was heading towards her,

"..I'm sorry Sirius, I truly didn't mean to punch you, I thought it was a bludger...." Rosilabeth apologized again and again, "..It's fine Rosi, truly!!" Sirius said as Remus cleaned his nose with a smirk, Regulus only smirked at three condition... as he sat beside on the couch right infront of the counter

Finally done with patching people up, you picked up as many bottles of soda, of firewhiskey, emerald wine and other drinks...While Regulus, Rosilabeth pocketed as many snacks as you all could, before heading out to the drawing room...

Sat there, Mary and Lily cuddling under the same blanket while talking...or rather arguing with Barty and Evan over something...most likely who cheated looking at the numerous uno cards sitting between them...

Marlene and Dorcas while cheering them on, making you sigh as Regulus sat down beside the couple on the numerous mattresses you all laid out in the living room, taking on of the larger blankets as you and Rosilabeth set out all the food and drinks, before Regulus pulls Rosilabeth by her waist under the blanket as you only giggled at the two..You leaned against one of the couches, James draping one of the blankets on you as you cuddled upto him...

As you start the TV and the movie starts, Fred walks in with a smile as he carries the marauder's map and says "Mischief Managed" before placing it on the shelves in the drawing room, as he finds where to sit, not finding anywhere...You open your arm and one side of the blanket for Fred, as he happily slips in beside you, as he lays his head on your shoulder, watching the movie..Him and James and other asking questions in between as you all spent time with each other...

".....Mum..."

"No."

"PLEASEEEEEEE....."

"NO, FRED, I CAN'T!"

"Honey, please, you're his mother, you can't just do that..."

"..Yes, I can!" You yelled back

".............mum, what do you call a short mum?"

"....Ugh............What Fred? What DO you call a short mum?

".......Minimum..." James spoke in a feeble voice before the two burst into laughter...

You sighed before banging your head into the table, and sighing out in frustration as you looked at your husband your... "son".....laugh at stupid jokes they make you listen...

".....Love, what do you call-",".NO!"

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AI and the Red Delicious Apple

If you’re reading this you’re pretty much already on the anti-AI bandwagon when it comes to its promise to steal our written works and then regurgitate them in strung-together, passably readable form in order to replace us.  You’ve seen the same, very valid, arguments against letting this happen that I have and the same, also very valid, warnings.  There is no human reason a computer should be doing something humanity has done with pleasure and without prompting, for enjoyment alone, all the way back to the beginning dusty start of time - unless you want to strip the humans out of the equation and make a profit that way, which is what this is about.  I’m preaching to the choir when I say this is far and away beyond the Bad of a Bad Idea.  What I haven’t seen mentioned though is how this is going to effect the other side of the equation.  Not the creators of art -

the receivers of it.

Once upon a time, not that long ago, in the 1880s, a farmer had a rouge plant pop up in his apple orchard.  He uprooted it but the next year it was back.  He got rid of it again and, again, it came back.  Finally, he did the sensible thing and just let the plant grow.  Sure enough, it popped out apples after a time and he entered those apples in a tasting contest - because.... those were a thing back in Ye Olden Times apparently.  Anyway, wham bam thank you ma’am! They won the contest and the taste buds of the judges.  In short order the Apples, known as Stark Delicious, hit the stores and became an overwhelming favorite across the US.  They lived up to their name for sure and soon became known as Red Delicious Apples.  Farmers everywhere focused in on one type of apple and one type of apple alone as the demand for them surged.  Everyone wanted Red Delicious and so that’s what everyone planted.  Here’s the thing though.  Uniformity is king in situations like this and, instead of more Red Delicious apple trees leading to more variety, it actually led to more uniformity.  The ‘off parts’ of the apples were bred out, unattractive yellow streaks in their color, the thin skin that let them bruise easier during shipping, all the unattractive parts were left by the wayside.  Red Delicious apples soon looked as good as they tasted.  

Except - they didn’t really taste that good anymore. 

It turns out that in breeding them for uniformity and looks dropped the factors that gave them their flavor as well.  In time, every apple was a carbon copy of the apple before it and the end result was mushy flavorless thick skinned, albeit pretty, looking apples.  These days, consumers hardly touch them and farmers have started uprooting their Red Delicious in favor of Gala and the like.  Nobody liked Red Delicious anymore because there’s nothing left of what once made them delicious.

AI regurgitates what its been fed.  When its fed variety it regurgitates, to some extent, variety.  It’s intended to put the human oddities out of business, so to speak and take its place.  To turn out polished, pretty things to appeal to people’s tastes.  And, after a while, when humanity is out of the picture, it will only have other AIs to feed off of.  In time, the variety in its cannibalization will continue to narrow down as the stories become more and more alike as nothing new gets put in, as it simply tells the same ten stories, then the same five stories, than the same three over and over again.  Until its just the same words, strung together differently, with the same theme, the same character, the same half-nonsense story.  Until the inside of that story, that piece of art, that movie are all the same mealy, uninteresting mush that every other one is.  The yellow streaks and the thin skin of humanity phased out along with any hint of flavor.  The profitability will dry up as even the most spoon-fed, computer worshipers demand better.  Humanity will pick up where it left off, figuring out how to tell its own stories, paint its own art, sing its own songs and entertain its neighbors again.  Art is intrinsic to humans.  We always find our way back to it.

But the damage to the creative world in the meantime will be like a nuclear winter.  And who knows how long it will take generations raised on ‘Red Delicious’ apples to realize there are better flavors out there.

PS - nobody pushing for AI art right now cares that its not long term sustainable or that it won’t always be profitable.  It will make them money now.  The future they ruin will be someone else’s problem.  They know that.  

They’ve always known that.

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Just a Little Further 12

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11

Singing. Of course.

I sigh. I'm annoyed at all the attention, but really, I have only myself to blame. I'm the one that just had to touch the directory stone. I couldn't just like, not touch it, oh no.

I stand. "I'll go out and see them. Maybe I can get them to disperse or something before security comes. I have a feeling that the people in charge here aren't going to like this, and I'd rather not have people get beat up in front of us who are trying to worship me, and yes, it sounds odd to me when I say it out loud too." Smiles at that.

Selem stares at the screen, not even turning to face me. "Yes, thank you Melody, that's... probably a good idea"

Something seems off with her. It's like she's having a real hard time with the things going on. More so than the usual stress. Maybe I'll ask her about it later.

"Melody, are you going to don your pressure suit?" FarReach asks.

Ugh, it's still scratched! I haven't even gotten time to play with the "translator" let alone fix my suit. Nobody will give me a couple hours to myself to putter. If this is what being a Living God is, I don't want it.

Too late now though.

I make a snap decision. "No, I won't wear it this time. It's still scratched and we can breathe the air fine. Plus, I'll look less intimidating in my uniform" I gesture down. I'm in my regular ships uniform. Blue shirt, grey pants with sensible shoes. Only decoration is my rank on my shoulder, and my name tag in brass on my breast pocket.

"Are you sure Melody? Last time out they shot at you." FarReach sounds unsure. Hah, I wish FarReach had an avatar, maybe I could read her body language better too!

"I'll be fine Far, it's not like they'll try and kill their own god."

Omar chuckled darkly at that, and Kieran gave me a look. I wonder why.

I headed up to the airlock. It was a long walk from the Command Deck; the Command Deck was in the front of FarReach and the airlock more towards the middle, but now that I know this ship was built during a war, I wonder if it's so far away to help repel boarders.

When I get there, Gene is there already. He has popped open a weapons locker and is taking out a long range rifle. Not one of mine, but I know the model, it's decent.

"And just what do you plan on doing with that?" I ask.

"Captain said I should cover you." He replied without looking up. He was checking the rifle and examining the magazine. It's impeccable though, I was the one who cleaned and inspected it last.

"Cover me?" I said incredulously. "From what?"

This time he stopped and looked up at me. "Melody, have you noticed how Captain Q'ari has been acting lately? She's completely out of sorts and is having trouble making decisions. She wants to leave. Her sense of duty and not wanting to have blood on her hands is the only thing keeping her from ordering FarReach to blow the umbilical and attempt a link home."

I nodded. "I did notice that, yes. I think it's something else though. She started to... act differently when she learned that the people here think we're Gods."

Gene stopped and looked at me. "I didn't notice that." Hah! It's like I have a superpower. I can read people's body language so easily now. It's always been hard for me before and now I just... know. Gene went back to the rifle. "Well, we're not Gods. Just look at our history. I'd be more inclined to agree if they thought we were demons or something. That I can see. Anyway-" Check complete, Gene slots the magazine and racks the bolt." I'm going to stay on FarReach and watch you. I think you'll be fine, but it's foolish to go out there unarmed and with no backup when they've already shown us they're willing to shoot.

I wasn't going to win this one. "Fine." I said. "But stay out of sight, and keep that targeting reticle off my back."

"I'd never aim at you Melody, you know that."

Without answering, I turned and cycled the airlock. I stepped into the inner door with Gene and we waited for it to finish. The outer door opened and Gene got down on one knee and hunched in a corner, just out of sight while I walked down the short umbilical. I was feeling that giddy nervous feeling again. I hated all this attention, but I also loved it. Have you ever felt that? Ugh. I need a coffee.

I pressed the open button on the iris and the sound.

It was breathtaking.

There were way more people here than FarReach let on, and the mics by the airlock didn't pick up the richness of the sound. It must have been three hundred people standing there, all singing and swaying in time. Even with my nanotech, I didn't understand the words, it must just be sound.

I stepped out and stood there, taking in the wall of sound. It was very impressive to be the one hundreds of people were singing about. All at once, they noticed me and stopped. One of them, an Aviens wearing a... robe of pure white approached me.

I struggled at the description because yes, it's a robe but the cut is...

like a space suit.

With a beatific smile the Aviens said "Holy One! You heard our cries! You have come to us in this, our darkest hour! We are at your command!"

With that, he dropped to the floor, on his knees, his head scraping the floor. Everyone - and I mean everyone - followed him.

Oh no.

There they stayed, nearly shaking with joy. I mean, I guess if you were religious and God showed up, you'd be happy too? Ugh. I hate it.

"Rise please." I said "There is uh, no need to supplicate yourselves before me."

The Aviens stood up quickly and with a rustle of clothes and a clank of pressure suits everyone followed. "Oh, but Holy One, you are too kind. We know The Way. We know how you are to be treated." They said, nodding with each thing they said."

"Oookay" I said. "Why are you here then? What do you need? Oh, what's your name too?"

His feathers puffed out immediately when I asked his name. He was very proud. "I am known as The Smell of Soil after Rain and this-" he gestured behind him "-is my flock. We are more than three hundred strong here on this part of Reach of the Might of Vzzx and there are at least twenty more congregations across the the Might."

There are how many?

Oh no.

"That's... impressive to hear" I say worriedly. "The Smell of Soil after Rain, why is it you are here?"

He nods again "We're here to welcome you, of course! It's not every day a Holy One comes back to the World they have wrought to Right the Wrongs that have been put upon Us."

I hear a lot of proper nouns in his speech. This is going to be more trouble.

Just when I'm about to ask for clarification on which specific wrongs I'm supposed to Right, there's a commotion from the rear of the congregation. Turning, Rain and I look. There is a group of Mariens who are wearing a dark unifo- no, I look closer. Their skin has been colored to look like a dark uniform. That's a neat trick. More worryingly they are carrying batons and there looks to be another one of those pistol like weapons the Aviens shot me with earlier on a belt around their middle.

"Disperse! Disperse!" They shout. "This is an illegal gathering! All religious gatherings must be approved by the council of regents, this is known!"

Rain turns back to the security officers and shouts "Your tyranny will be tolerated no longer! The Holy One is here and stands before us! She hears our pleas! She and the other Builders have returned to liberate us. You will be as dust to them and they will take back their rightful place as ruler of the Known, the Unknown and the Unknowable!"

Wide eyed, I turn and stare at Rain. Then, I turn back and stare at the security guards. They actually are faltering. They believe it too! What is going on here?

From behind them, another Mariens, this time flanked with two of the insect people - I haven't leaned their name yet - approach. This Mariens's coloration is more complicated than the security guards. They are probably the supervisor. I do see that the insect people are carrying much larger weapons too. They're like a rifle, but the barrel on the end has no hole. I wonder if it's some kind of energy weapon.

"Enough!" They shout. "You will all disperse or you will be made to disperse. This-" they point at me "-person is no God. They are Not Holy."

Finally, someone speaking sense.

Rain's feathers fluff up and down, they're upset at that. "You blaspheme! She speaks the Tongue as if it were her own, She is a Builder! They comes in a mighty ship through the disabled Gates as if they made it themselves. She is Holy."

The boss, wavers, but only for a split second. I think I only noticed it because of my newfound ability to read everyone's body language. They have someone they fear more than me. "You must disperse!" He makes a clicking noise and the security guards take out their batons.

Rain crosses his arms and glares at the supervisor. "Make. Us."

Oh no. No no no no.

As I realize what's about to happen, I feel something. I get this overwhelming feeling that I need to not only stop them from fighting, but to demonstrate that Rain is right and the supervisor is wrong. I barely have any time to question the feeling when almost automatically I step between them.

"S̵̳̦͑́͋t̶̨͚̑o̸͎̎̂ṕ̴̹̦̚ ̵͍̜̳̔T̷̛͇̓̆ḩ̸̼̜̀̌͝ȋ̸͕̹̺s̷͚̻̬͋̿͆ ̸͓͊a̶̖̗̞̓͊͐t̶̨̜̒ ̷̝̝͎̄̒Ó̷̳͖N̶̢̬̜̕Ċ̸̱É̸͔̫̹͋̋"

My voice has an odd timbre. Everyone - and I mean ev-ery-one - stops and pivots to face me as if they are compelled to obey.

What's going on?

But, only a small part of my mind can wonder at what I'm doing. I'm on automatic now. With a righteous finger, I point at the supervisor. "Who are you that thinks they have the authority over me here. Who are YOU to threaten these sapients with harm over coming to sing and welcome a Builder. WHO ARE YOU to deny them their right to worship me."

As I yell, the supervisor shrinks down, and eventually is kneeling down head scraping the floor just like the congregation did when they arrived. "I-I-I am known as Gemeli H-H-Holy One" The answer is muffled by the ground.

What am I doing?

"Gemeli, you are out of your depth." I snarl.

Why am I taking like this?

My head snaps up and I look at the crowd. As I glare at them, they all shrink from my gaze.

The congregation looks like they just won the lottery though. They all are smiling and nodding.

I want to stop doing this, please.

I feel a breeze around me but I'm too wrapped up in what I'm doing to stop. It's probably just the wind or something.

I turn to face Gemeli but I'm speaking to the crowd again. "All who come before me have the right to worship. All who live here live at the pleasure of the Builders. All who work to usurp that right are known to Us as enemies. Who are you Gemeli?"

More shaking. "I-I-I-I do not usurp your right, Holy One. I am not an enemy."

"Then rise Gemeli, and take your place in the congregation."

Why can't I stop?

"Holy One, my congregation is in the northwestern lobe near my home."

I say nothing and just look at him. He squeaks and lines up next to Rain's people.

I hear a noise. I don't know what it is. Probably nothing. I turn back to the crowd. "Now then, where is-"

A shot rings out from the rear of the crowd. In my fury, I can immediately pinpoint who it is. It's the Aviens from before. The one who shot at me earlier. They're far in the rear of the crowd. This time they're carrying a heavy rifle. Not an energy weapon by the looks of things, a slug thrower.

Huh.

I can see them slowly sliding the bolt to load a new shell.

I can see one of the insect people - one of Gemili's assistants - start to fall. They were shot by the Aviens.

A shot that was meant for me.

This will not do at all.

Without having any ability to stop what I'm doing, without any desire to stop what I am doing, I reach my hands out together and separate them firmly.

The crowd parts, their feet sliding on the panels that make up the floor. It half looks like they moved, and half looks like I moved them. I have a clear line of sight between myself and the shooter.

With a fire in my eyes, I point at them and say:

S̸̢̯͎͍̮̣͈̤̩̼͎͊͒Ţ̵̢̛͉̮̮̩̹̭̭̬̺̠͇̟͓́̂͒̈́̋͂̑͌̏̓͠͝ͅƠ̸̩̦̞͐̋̏̏̂̈́͊̕P̴̙͙̭̪̞̹̙̮͍̐ ̵̢̨̠͙̜̠̰͖̩̝͈͕̭̟̾̉̎͋T̵̡̥̤̤̲͝H̵͍͎̘̥͚̫͔̹̠̤̻̖̼̪͉̑̓̚͜Ȉ̴̛͙͓͈̪̗̩̤̉̌̈́̈́͒́S̷̡̮̺̟͚̟̼̞̪̻̮̰̹͉͊.

Uh oh.

They drop the rifle, and their knees buckle. Bright blue blood trickles from their mouth. They're on the floor.

No.

I look to the crowd and say "What are those who usurp my rights called?"

"Enemies!" The crowd shouts. Even Gemeli and the insect people guards with him join in.

I want to stop.

"What happens to enemies?" I call out.

"THEY ARE NO MORE!" And the crowd descends upon the Aviens.

Please stop.

In no time at all, the Aviens is... gone. Only a violent blue stain remains.

What am I doing?

"MELODY!" It's my radio. "MELODY! What is happening to you?"

The spell broken, I'm myself again. "What do you mean?" I say confused.

It's Captain Q'ari. "Look at yourself Melody! LOOK DOWN"

I look down at myself.

I'm...glowing? My uniform has been replaced with...

Oh shit.

I'm wearing a gown, like the gown Rain had on, but made up of the material of my uniform. It's a deep royal blue. The nanobots are doing something. Not just my brain, I have enough now that they can effect matter around me.

I look behind me worried. Made out of dust and light and... matter from all around me are,

Wings.

On my head is a,

Crown.

The nanobots can do this?

Of course they can, you're a Builder. Builders build. a Voice tells me. It's the voice of who was shouting at the crowd.

Oh no, now I'm hearing voices. Did the Nanobots imprint a personality on me?

Funny. Calling a part of yourself "A Voice" won't negate the fact that you were the one who controlled the crowd. Won't negate the fact that you told them to obliterate the shooter. Nicely done by the way. No half measures here. Everyone here today and everyone who will see the video feed will be one thousand percent sure you are a Builder.

Stumbling and feeling faint, I turn and run back into the airlock. Before I step back in, I turn to The Smell of Soil after Rain and say "Take your congregation and go. Enough blood has been spiled today. I will come and visit you later." with that kind of promise, he practically floats off the ground he's so proud. He turns and starts directing the group to leave.

I enter the airlock and lean against a wall. I feel sick.

Gene sees me, his eyes wide.

"Why didn't you shoot?" I yell.

"You did your... thing with your voice and the crowd descended on them before I could do anything!" He cried.

I drop to my knees panting. Good, good. The voice - part of me? says. Never let them see you weak.

"FarReach, we have a problem." I say, gasping.

"Gee Melody, do you THINK?" She replies, almost shouting.

"I'm a Builder now, and FarReach?"

"I think the Builders were the bad guys."

Part 13

[phoenixisobsessed]

Okay guys, I know there’s still a while until I’m done with the catformers, but I’m starting to wonder wtf imma do after. I still wanna be an ask blog, so I’ll leave it up to you guys what I should do!!

I might put it up again closer to the ending of catformers, if I don’t feel like enough people saw it / feel like they may have changed their minds.

MORE DETAILS ON EACH ONE:

People will send in character requests as usual, but will send in a catpicture themselves together with their ask. In this version, characters going double doesn’t matter anymore (I think) xD

Just any funny or silly picture. Can be cats, can be dogs, can be humans. Anything you’d find on r/blursedimages basically. Can even be popular drawing memes! Open for anything.

Before catformers I really just wanted to re-design a bunch of characters, and have people ask for specific characters to be redesigned. Like man idk which ones I wanna do. But I do have the Elite Trine right here. Also did some panel redraws that may also be included in this category. (Said I’d never draw IDW again LMFAOO let me just clown on myself rq)

Vines, ideas for comic skits, interactions between characters, funny trends again. I think this would be funny.

I really enjoy my OCs, so this would include drawing them and answering questions about them. Also in this is talking about the AUs and headcanons for all of the characters, including ships and such. So it’s not all OC stuff okay also others. I draw also your ships and headcanons!! (Rarepairs, hell yes! Proshippers, get the hell off of my page 🥰🙏) Will I draw your ocs? Mayhaps I will. Your ocs interacting with other characters? Your ocs interacting with MY ocs??? I’m going too far in my yapping I need to stop now sorry guys.

Just all of it. Plus, I’ll answer any whacky or silly questions you have to me about transformers (I think it again goes into point 5.) but basically people can ask for anything they mf want!! And I’ll get to it.

We want the consistent theme of cat transformers going. So I keep it as a series on my blog, maybe every second day or so, who knows, but we also want some diversity. Want to be able to spread wider and ask for other things.

Anyway, I just want to know what we are interested in keeping here, I’m open to anything really. I’ll probably either way accept asks of anything, but only openly “advertise” the blog as the thing that wins (if all of the above doesn’t win xD)

And thank you to everybody who has stuck around! I love seeing interactions from so many blogs I recognise as consistent followers of the 100 cat transformers series. Even if you think I don’t recognise your blog name every time, there is a high chance that I do! I’m not going to name you all now, but I see you (totally not creepy LMFAO). I read every single reblog I get and I love each one of them. I want you all to know that I appreciate you staying with me along the journey, being basically just as, if not more, passionate about it than me and I hope to still see you sticking around. Again, thank you all so much. <3 Couldn’t do this without you amazing people.

Sorry, I know this is a long post, but I had to just happy rant for a moment. I LOVE YOU GUYS /SRS

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

This is cheaper than therapy ✨

About 1.3k words about Harriet and Sammy, they are not having fun.

Oh and I did not read this after myself and likely won’t but you have fun! ♥

Harriet stands by the railing of her ship, her dark red cloak almost blending in with the night.

The port is dark and quiet and more unwelcoming than normally, in this odd hour in between the wolf and the dog: The older pirates have fallen asleep or unconscious, drunk, and the littlest children haven’t woken up yet.

So, the port is dark and quiet – save for the occasional thief, of course, and the wailing wind.

Harriet turns away from where she can suspect the faint fairy lights of the Revenge, a shadow of a sneer on her face. She doesn’t think she wants to deal with that tonight – she looks into the waves instead, one hand at the railing and another reaching for her flask. Her lips are mostly numb to the burning liquid when she drinks.

The waves are pretty. Violent and wild and cold, no doubt – the splintered droplets carried by the wind hit her in the face every so often, stinging.

She hides the flask again and leans further in, studying the ever-changing map down there, created and destroyed as the waves pont on Shattered Hope. The water looks so welcoming tonight.

She exhales slowly and closes her eyes for a moment; she thinks there is a small comotion behind her back, hushed voices and steps and opening doors, but she just doesn’t care enough to check.

(She heard one set of footsteps; she has two crewmates keeping watch. This should be fine.)

She opens her eyes again and grabs one of the heavy ropes nearby instead of the wood; she jumps at the railing.

(This should be fine.)

She doesn’t lose her balance.

She supposes she must make quite an image now, standing at the railing and looking into the distance melodramatically, the wind tearing at her hair and her cloak, but– If she strains her eyes enough, she can see the stars, locked forever behind the fucking barrier.

She looks down in the water instead. It looks so very inviting, has she said yet so? She wonders if the ocean would accept her as her mother’s daughter, or if she would just– sink. She wonders if she would care.

Footsteps behind her startle her out of her thoughts, though she doesn’t turn around. She could recognise these footsteps in her sleep. She closes her eyes as her first mate speaks:

„Again?“ her dear Sammy Smee asks and she stubbornly doesn’t turn around still. Sammy waits patiently for an answer and in the silence, she nods, just once. There’s no use in lying, Sammy would know.

The wind blows a stray strand of hair into her face; she lets it be so. It’s a lost battle, anyway.

„Come on, Harriet,“ Sammy speaks again, „Come down.“

Well, have they considered that she is Captain Harriet Hook and she does as she pleases – be it killing anyone who looked at <i>hers</i> wrong, or standing over the ocean, with her head full of alcohol and insistent ideas that won’t go away? They have not, have they.

She grips the rope tighter.

„Back on the ship, Harriet, not down into the ocean. Back on Hope.“

Harriet gives one last wishful look to the waves. „My ship has a full name, Sammy,“ she says.

„I know, Captain,“ they answer, obnoxiously not bothering to correct themselves, „Come back now?“

When she turns around, Sammy holds their hand extended for her to take, to help her down from the railing. (If she loses her balance just a little, well, the wind is at fault, what else?) She doesn’t need any help.

She takes their hand anyway.

„Thanks,“ she says. She pretends the wind stole the word from her lips before she had the chance to swallow it, but, it’s Sammy, and they nod in response. She thinks Sammy is the only person who has heard her say thank you.

She jumps back on board then; the impact makes her stagger and sends a sharp shot of pain to her skull. Fuck. She doesn’t hold back the grimace and the hiss of annoyance and pain.

Sammy squeezes her hand for just a heartbeat and offers: „Let’s get some water? And something to eat?“

„I’m not hungry,“ answers Harriet, because she is not.

„I haven’t seen you at any meals with the crew, and I didn’t bring you any food today. And you didn’t eat on your own, did you?“

„…I’m not hungry,“ she answers again, as she has nothing better to say. She thinks she saw the crew gathering to eat at some point, but she was only just going away, to do the rounds around her territory or maybe to deliver supplies for Ginny at the Escape – the winter has been long and hard, and Ginny can use anything they can get. And as for the first one, maybe she just likes going around and terrifying people, and can you blame her?

„The water, Captain,“ Sammy insists, „And some bread. Marya said bread with salt helps with nausea. Okay?“ They look at her and Harriet finds she doesn’t have the strength to argue with her first mate right now.

They walk to the kitchen, where Sammy quickly gets a glass of water and some bread, and they exit on board again; Harriet doesn’t need to feel more trapped than she already is.

They sit by the command bridge, backs against the wall, and Sammy gives her the water, which she doesn’t even try to improve with the remnants from her flask, please, she has some class! Never even mind Sammy.

She even eats about half of the bread before she tries to give it to Sammy, and hey, it’s not like Sammy is not trying to give their meals to their little brothers any time they get. She’s doing them a favour, really.

(She– she tries to make sure there is enough food for everyone, but the winter has been long and the adults as greedy and vicious as ever and she can’t keep track of how time works– She glances out to the ocean again.)

„Absolutely not, Harriet!“ Sammy pushes her hand with the bread away and they bicker for a while, though: She is the Captain. She gets what she wants, and they both know it.

Eventually, silence falls again; Harriet raises one of her hands to her temple, as if that’d do anything against the ocean calling to her. She covers her ear.

„You want me to get Anthony?“ offers Sammy, even though she knows they’d rather have their teeth pulled than go get Anthony Tremaine for her. She takes it as the distraction it is.

„Why not Ginny?“ she asks, looking at her first mate from the side.

„Ginny’s no good for you–“ they grumble.

„You’re just saying it cos she keeps smoking weed inside and you can’t stand the smell.“

„Well maybe!“

Notably, Harriet doesn’t laugh, instead she gasps out „Sam!“  doing her best to mimic genuine shock and outrage, as if they’ve greatly offended her. She knocks down the glass – an accident.

Sammy gives her a look and gets up to refill the glass; she drinks from her flask again, when they can’t see. Just as she can’t see the stars, not really.

But they’re back before she can spiral further, they sit next to her and take her hand, acting as her anchor.

„Well?“ They ask, „Do you want me to get any of them? Anthony or Ginny?“

„…Nah,“ Harriet breathes out and leans her head against the wall. „But?“

„Hmm?“

She looks at her first mate and then away again as she says: „But… Stay with me?“

Sammy raises their hands, their fingers weaved together, as if to make a point. „You know I always do, Captain,“ they say with a smile that doesn’t reach their eyes.

She presses their fingers against her cheek and doesn’t smile either as she whispers her  „thanks.“

They stay together until the sun comes up.

[pixiedust-poppers]

Okay so after you reblogged my post about jatnp I’ve been stalking your blog and I didn’t realize there was a fandom for this show?!?

Anyways while I was looking down your blog I kept getting more questions so I figured I’d do it all in one ask.

Do you think all the Disney neverland stuff exists in the same universe (the Disney verse or just specifically the neverland stuff) and if you do what’s your explanation for the discrepancies. Ex the missing lost boys in jatnp and then the lost boys showing up in Peter pan 2 or Captain Hook not knowing how to use pixie dust in jatnp but he flies well in the pirate fairy etc? I have some of my own theories that I’ve been adding to my notes app of Disney timeline from Covid but I’d love to hear someone who is clearly a strong fan, since you definitely would be more knowledgeable than me.

And if you don’t think that it’s the same universe, like athena p (ooh name twins), that YouTuber who made a video on jatnp (thank you for posting that on your blog, it was a very enjoyable watch - she has a stf video?!?! That show was my Covid) or do you have a different theory on why / how it’s not the same timeline.

Also going off of athena p’s video what’s your thoughts on the time loop / fairy’s controlling everything theory that athena p mentions?

And then what are your ships? By what I’m seeing for your posts and reblogs that Izzy is basically shipable with anyone. Anyways I’d love to hear your favourites.

And then I’ve seen you mention fanfiction, have you written any on ao3 or Wattpad? I’d love to read it.

Along with that if you have any ff recommendations with either grown up / aged up crew or darker themes, that’s something I’d read.

And then this is my half baked theory but how do you think the doubloons come from? Because it’s like green pixie dust do you think it’s another form of fairy alchemy zarina created that’s like transportation? Idk if that’s a popular fanon theory or if it’s a stupid idea that is easily disproved.

Along with that what do you think the origins of the crew are? (Because I’ve seen some mentions of izzy being adopted by fairies which is very interesting)

Ok that’s all you don’t have to answer everything, I’m not sure if one big ask is preferable to a whole bunch or smaller asks, but what’s done is done.

Well well. this took a few days to craft. Its a bit of a long one so buckle up, I decided to do this all in one go, because it makes more sense than breaking it up even though it would be faster. So enjoy this long-ass ask…

cracks knuckles Ok Let’s break this down 

Yes! Yes hello! We are very small, but we are here!

To start off, I don’t think it's in the same universe as the regular Disney neverland, or well they could be but you would have to cut out certain episodes to make it work. Also JATNP’s neverland would mess with the Original Peter Pan movie/Neverland universe, timeline + world the movies have set. So Jatnp is just in another version of Neverland that’s a mix of the Disney property and some elements from the original book. Because in Peter pan remember they don’t like Pirates so why would Peter have a pirate team in this movie? The boys would be lost boys and Izzy wouldn’t be here. But Peter Pan obviously happened (in Jake’s universe), but he never told either group about one another for some reason, like Jake and his crew didn’t know about Wendy till literally that night when Peter asked them to go get her. But Wendy + the brothers did meet the lost boys as she lead them to The Hangman’s tree, where hammocks and Peter’s bear throne was set up as well as some of the brother’s things were there (no Jake and his crew didn’t know where this was, implying that he ALSO never told them about this or the Lost Boys) Speaking of lost boy’s where are they? It’s obvious why the Native Americans are not mentioned but The Lost Boys, I can only assume that they weren’t in Jatnp because of money reasons or that the animators didn’t want to animate six more kids? For show reasons, you could theorize that the lost boys left once they realize they all missed having mothers and are now out in London with their adopted families, and Peter never told Jake and his crew about Wendy, or the lost boys was because he didn’t want them getting the idea of leaving. After all he DID bring them to neverland to protect it and they can’t do that if you present them with the idea of how the others left lol

But judging by the pitch bible, these guys (minus izzy) were supposed to be the lost boys Jake was originally named Slightly and Nibs... well Nibs, and Cubby while not exactly like Curly there is some semblance, or maybe they were place holder names until they could finalize things. I mean if you’re a showrunner trying to pitch to your boss that “hey we should re-visit that Peter Pan property again, but this time make it preschool show and more pirate!” you are going to have to sell them that certain characters could totes work and once it gets approve either rework them or drop them once you realize they don’t work. 

*Quick Peter interlude- He also couldn’t be the same movie Peter because he’s just. Too nice, less childish and older brother-y in the series, to be considered his movie counterpart. But he seems lowkey negligent of them considering whenever he comes these kids are willing to do just about anything for his undivided attention.

As For Captain Hook, you’re just going to have to take Zarina out of your mind for this show’s canon. I’m sure the other Disney fairies do exist but for Jatnp, his history with that woman just does not exist and I don’t think they ever intended to make it so. He’s ‘supposed’ to be Hook from the original movie not from the Disney fairies’ movies. The Pirate fairy didn’t debut till 2014 and by that point the show was already on for 4 years why they never did a ‘crossover’ or have a pr marketing thing to promote the movie is beyond me, especially since she’s a pirate and all. I guess they thought girl related pirate things and fairies wouldn’t sell??? … then again Pixie hollow online did shut down in 2013..I guess Disney didn’t think fairy anything was worth heavily promoting? Dunno.

But back to the show’s canon, you could put Zarina in there (like the rest of the fairies) and Hook either distantly remembers her or doesn’t remember her period since that was a long time ago, and who knows how long it’s been since he’s aged? (Continued below)

Speaking of aging let’s go into that Time loop. But before that my thoughts on the video, I’ll admit... It wasn’t my favorite. I feel like she skimmed over alot about the series and the certain things within it for example, time does pass in neverland as they do have holidays and seasons (well ... just winter apparently). And the idea of Sharky and Bones being the ultimate gods behind the scenes of things, I just no, if I wanted to really care about pirate men in a more meaningful way, I would watch Pirates of Caribbean or Our Flags Mean Death. And I wished she focused on the kids more because they are their own little individuals and there some points you can bring about their dynamic that are like ‘wtf?’ for example, Jake never leaves his friends with a sword or his previous ones to protect themselves when he gets a new one. Or when he does give over his sword, he always gives it to cubby for some reason despite Izzy being his first mate. Then Izzy, she clowned on my girl so badly that she didn’t bring up the point that Izzy from beginning to end the only useful thing she got from peter or neverland is the pixie dust, while the boys got more (i.e. Jake… everything and Cubby a map, a compass, learning magic with Beardini) meanwhile she’s also pushed to side in favor of letting the boys shine, she does get her episodes don’t get me wrong . (Also, it’s interesting because the series tries to show that girls and women can be the lead, be captains and princess without being tied to men… but it fails because Red Jessica, Molly, and Winger were clearly made to be love interest. Misty, the PP, Queen Caroline, and Marina fades from recurring to basically non-existent. The only woman to make to the S3 final was Beatrice and then poof she is gone. Leaving Izzy, who slowly loses her usefulness + main identity as the less they go on adventures together and the more Jake just solves the issues with his sword and they give her NOTHING ELSE to focus on or anything, despite her being close with the mermaids, knowing a lot about neverland + its items, and she’s willing to adventure by herself if the boys don’t give a shit about what interest her. Not counting Wendy + Tinkerbell they’re special characters.) Which I find both sad but also a bit ??? considering if you look in her gallery on the Fandom wiki under merchandise has her own ship and they also give her a sword with one of her minifigures, so they could have given her more things but they just never did. But I will say her line at 1:12:14 (“And Izzy turns invisible, just like every other girl in this series”) did get a laugh out me and unfortunately, she is telling the truth. BUT I also know that Athena was Busy with important IRL things and JATNP is ALOT especially when you factor in the other Neverland universe so it can get overwhelming and she was already stressed about the video so while I’m still happy we got the video, I think that some things could be improved. 

But ANWAY BACK TO TIMELOOP. I think its an interesting theory that could explain why Hook or the others don’t emotionally mature and there’s something that is just devastating about that, because he can be shown to change but because of this time loop he is unable to and in the end no matter what lesson he learns will be fruitless because the loop just resets and he's back to square one. It’s honestly sad if you think about it because if you think about it with the Kids, he could learn to be a better person (sort of) and eventually realize that it's time to move on. He can’t chase Peter forever. But Neverland will always need a villain and even with all the threats they continue to introduce no has come as close to matching the Icon that is Captain hook, plus Peter doesn’t give a shit about them lmao, who’s going to be his biggest hater other than hook. 

But I do not think that the fairies are doing all this, I think it’s neverland itself. I was told by @/perciouslittletoonette that the neverland in the book can apparently physically stop and hold you in place you from entering it if it doesn’t want you there. Also, that it’s always moving?? (towards Peter) AND can also look into your mind and see if you want to go somewhere and if it does not want you there it can fuck with its own geography and make something that takes usually 30 min to get to a 2-day trip. Which is so terrifying that I have to make neverland responsible for all the mindfuck things that can possibly happen and considering that this island geography changes almost daily for these kids I can’t fathom other horrifying shit this sentient island can do. Also, since it can also make you forget about your past life and according to Battle for the book, Neverland itself entirely if wendy’s book is away from them for a long period of time…Yeeeeeeeeah this island is fucked, why did Peter leave these kids in the vicinity of this place.

The doubloons? I have no idea where those things come from, hell the island probably just teleports them from other various hidden treasures around Neverland when the kids survive or do sometimes it deem as morally good as both a reward and motivation but also as compensation. Because I’m not sure how the fairies would know of all the kids happen without them noticing the fairies at least ONCE. so, this is probably the island’s magic again. But I do think it would be funny if the doubloons just came from the bottom of their team treasure because their chest is so full that they don’t even notice them missing. 

Now onto origins! Jake + Cubby are obviously from the Mainland, because they recognize a lot of sport and modern objects that show up on pirate island. Hook doesn’t, which is why he often takes their things and then doesn’t know what to do with them which then brings up the question “Hey if it's 1906 in London…where did Peter get these kids from?” In which my only thought is that when he was traveling in the lands beyond the neversea after the lost boys left, he went through a different star and landed in a new era of the mainland and on a different continent each time. For example, I think he got Jake from Britain (so he’s British), Cubby from Scandinavia (Sweden; I headcanon him as German/Swedish, yes, he can still speak both.). Izzy is Latina/French (she would be from the US, specifically Miami) if she’s from the mainland.

 I say “If” because I’m not sure Izzy is from the mainland. Listen, this girl knows too much shit about this island, and the artifacts + legends within it at 7 years old. Which brings up this theory that I saw in a fic and really liked it, and it’s that Izzy is from the mainland, but she has already been in Neverland for DECADES before she ever met Jake and Cubby (in case you're wondering how long she has been missing in the fic she has apparently been missing since 1907, she was born in 1900. Jake was born in 1935, cubby in 1941. And she doesn’t meet them until 1944 and 1948 with the forever quest taking place in 1950.) I could not imagine being stuck in this place for 43 goddamn YEARS, I do not know how she did not go insane by 1917 (well she did later... But like for different reasons) Remember this is someone else’s interpretation but I really do like this as an explanation on why she knows too much shit about neverland. My theory that does not involve the mainland is simply the island quite literally created her. Peter was Gone, maybe the lost boys followed him and the island was lonely and with some help of the natives and fairies, boom made herself a child so it wouldn’t be lonely. Yes, I do think a sentient island can do this, this thing is like an eldritch cosmic being to me. And to make a long story short; Izzy was created (no infant-toddler period; she was just born a child) by the island to replace Peter + Lost boys, then it lured her to the dense part of the jungle once they returned and basically trapped her there via endless jungle loop. This side of the jungle also just so happens to hold the fairies and Pixie Hollow and they eventually take izzy in as their own. ….I’m still trying to think about the rest of this but this is the general idea and I KNOW this would be easily debunked by watching Pirates sitting pirates but whateverrrrr, headcanons rule. Now for the fun stuff. Ships* and Fics

*I should note that like my other fandom, if a ship doesn’t involve my favorite character, then I’m either neutral or I don’t care. Unless I vehemently hate it for reasons.

Jake/Izzy - From a shipper to anti-jizzy to once again liking it, the essay I could write about these two and how despite my early love for it, the fandom basically made me fall out of love with them, because no one ever went anything beyond surface level and no one ever did anything new - it was crush -> love -> marriage -> shitton kids -> that’s it, nothing interesting with it. OR when someone did, it was once again the most surface level shit (Abuse and SA, no they did not explore the complex trauma that comes with Izzy being Abused by Jake, someone she has trusted for years, Also no Jake faced no consequences.) and became “oh it was just a ‘’’mistake’’’, we’re still besties”, and in the end they got married and kids anyway. So it was the same method but with unnecessary steps that doesn’t affect their dynamic in a scenario where it def should. Also, I’m not saying that traditional fluff and love between them can’t be done but when you see it over 1000 times and can predict the end result each time, it got boring.  

But to me now (going to overanalyze the hell out them for a moment excuse me), Jake x Izzy could be the interesting case of “We’ve known each other for DECADES, I’ve seen you at your highest and I’ve seen your absolute worst, yet I will still be by your side till the end. I know I won’t find someone like you again.” They’re so familiar with one another that trying to do the same with someone else from a different planet (earth) would take alot of time so why bother? I also think they ground each other in a way that they both do need, Jake for example sometimes need to be told No and that he’s being reckless, and Izzy is going to do that in a really blunt manner. Or sometimes Jake will have to be the one to calm her down and not be so hotheaded and not let the first things that slip out her mouth be something that is hurtful or rude, but to more empathetic and be nicer. I know it’s not their original personalities. But please bear with me I’m trying to make them less as a unit and more individual-

John Darling/izzy - Nerd x nerd come on. His gentleman Bri ish swag won her over, and they’re very cute when they interact. I think that if Izzy were to leave neverland and stay with him I think they would be okay, though that depends if he survives WW1 if he doesn’t then I think that she would go back to Neverland or maybe emigrate to America or something... That got dark fast uh anyways-. 

Marina/Izzy - You said something about tragic sapphic relationship? I’m here for it. Now you could do this cute thing, where after they realize it’s pointless to have beef over liking the same boy, he’s probably not interested anyway so what’s the point of being enemies? And their relationship begins to heal, and they become close friends again and then realize “holy shit... I like her.” and boom love. They are now in a relationship yay!

Now let's think about this tragedy, come walk with me a bit- Who do you think is willing to sacrifice their livelihood for the other? After all, Marina is a mermaid and Izzy is a human Pirate with legs. The question is “Do you love me enough to become a mermaid forever or have legs forever?” Because while I’m sure both options have their pros they most certainly have their cons. Cons for Marina being - her family is down there, her livelihood and things she holds dear, the ocean and its creatures are important to her and who says the potion that makes her human is reversible and what will you have to sacrifice for said potion? Such a spell doesn’t come for free you know. Then there’s Izzy, she’s a pirate, I know she’s pushed to the background, but she enjoys her life going on adventures and the fairies still trust her with pixie dust. Not saying there isn’t adventure in the ocean as well but one might go insane with how much blue and ocean there is, not to mention that most of her friends would still be on the surface so who will she communicate with? Who is willing to constantly go out on adventures with her that farther and farther out of the mermaid's comfort zone?

I could see Marina being worried whenever Izzy goes off with Jake on more dangerous and dangerous adventures, and don’t let them be adventures where they go beyond the neversea. She wants to sail alongside them to make sure Izzy will be safe but at the same time, she doesn’t want to venture far because she knows if she’s captured out there then she’ll be mermaid meat. Each time Izzy comes back there is a new scar from battle and she wonders one day if Jake will bring back her corpse. Izzy knows there are no reassuring words she can give Marina that will relieve her worry. You can consider their relationship a constant worry “What if you never return?” and the other trying to downplay the very real possibility that she CAN die.

✨crossover👑

Sofia (yes the first) x Izzy - Pirate x princess girl edition boom. A very sweet relationship and Izzy would probably tell sofia to sit the hell down every once in a while. 

Amber x Izzy - Pirate x Princess enemies to lovers’ girl edition. I’m pretty sure Izzy and Amber would buttheads more often than not. But I do think they can encourage and bring out different sides of one another for the better... Or for worse!

Fics!

Oh gooood do I! 

One of my favorite fics of all time is this one from ficbook

Часть 1, Тонущий корабль — фанфик по фэндому «Джейк и пираты Нетландии» (ficbook.net) (Sinking ship) - Oh my god. The concept that Izzy was supposed to be the new Peter Pan and Jake was supposed to be the new Captain Hook. But Jake being selfish and wanting to be Peter pan himself because he thinks he’s worthy of it. He basically spits on the crew’s friendship and changes his destiny. Leaving Izzy to go to Captain Hook and tells him to train her to be like him. (Cubby stayed with her, she couldn’t bear to leave him to someone like Jake, who already abandoned him). And in the end, she fills his role both figuratively and literally. Girl. She fucking WILLINGLY feeds her hand to tick tock croc to LITERALLY fill his role, took his hook and everything. That is so fucking metal of her, and I love her for it. It’s a good read, I really recommend it. Sad ending tho :(

Часть 1, Потерянные детки — фанфик по фэндому «Джейк и пираты Нетландии» (ficbook.net) (Lost Kids) - BITTERSWEET. The trio just trying to do their best to stay sane on an island they so desperately want to leave but can’t. It's mostly from the third Povs of Jake and izzy but still I can’t help but feel for these guys. It does make you wonder, what if these kids want to leave someday, once they get tired of being pirates will the island or Peter let them leave? If not, then why? How many times have they tried to get out? It makes you think.

I am the Psycho Pirate Chapter 1: What Happened?, a jake and the never land pirates fanfic | FanFiction Jake gets back from traveling with Peter from the lands beyond the neversea and the weird thing? He has grown up to the age of 15 AND neverland is quiet AND half of pirate island is burned down, Cubby is acting strange yet bitter toward him. Skully is nowhere to be seen and Izzy is as well. Yet there are rumors going around about this Psycho Pirate… who is this psycho pirate and why is everyone being so weird about it. The abuse Izzy and cubby suffer through in flashbacks will get dark, particularly for Izzy so uh content warning for physical abuse and sexual assault. The sequel is currently still in progress! So, after you read this and maybe the prequel if you can stomach it, check it out!

Eye of the Storm - Chapter 1 - Seerless - Jake and the Never Land Pirates [Archive of Our Own] It's unfinished but it's basically about the crew breaking apart and going their separate ways and what they go through during this period away. But they’re going to reunite in the end dw. So far only Izzy and Cubby’s chapters are out but they’re still a good read. The Hand is Gone - TheBackyardigirl - Jake and the Never Land Pirates [Archive of Our Own] Evil Peter hours! And he gives Jake the hook treatment! and it's very well written and a bit gory too. But Jake stumbles around as he loses blood all the while trying to comprehend why Peter did this to him, leaving an ambiguous ending. I really hope the author comes back and does a part 2 :[

[Content warning for physical abuse and some sexual abuse for these next to fics, I’m so serious if you are uncomfortable with stuff like that don’t read these]

Peter's Wrath Chapter 1: The abuse begins, a jake and the never land pirates fanfic | FanFiction We got evil Peter hours again hellll yeah! Not on purpose this time, however, though it might seem that way. This is purely Peter verbally and physically abusing them the fic and them trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with him. It can get brutal but does get ridiculous towards the end especially when they figure out what's wrong with him. If you think he’s going to jail after this you will be disappointed. 

The Wrath's Revenge Chapter 1: Prologue, a jake and the never land pirates fanfic | FanFiction

Sequel to Peter’s Wrath, my Roman fucking empire. This is from Izzy’s pov and if you thought Izzy had suffered enough under Peter, Jake is about to show you he needs to be locked up immediately. This is Izzy just being domestically abused and she’s only 11. You're going to question why she didn’t just run or try to blind him with pixie dust at points. Also shit will get very brutal and bordering on Sexual assault towards the end. However, it's the ending that makes me lose my fucking mind, the WAY that Izzy gets Jake back to normal is the Stupidest fucking idea I’ve seen simply because if you were to try to apply it to a real-life situation, it absolutely wouldn’t fucking work and the assaulter would just laugh in your face and probably think you want it more. And then he faces NO consequences for his actions, and Izzy somehow isn’t weary, or nervous or doesn’t feel any negative emotions or feeling from this simply because he was “possessed” MY ASS. That being said, this fic for me is important because when I read it when I was young, it was something that was new and violent and it involved Jizzy no less, so while it might not be the greatest thing in the world, it’s a nostalgia read. 

Now to end this, I do have an ao3! It's MaggotsMeat. If you’ve looked on there and Saw a work named “Clarity” that’s my writing!^^ I have a lot more WIPs in my google docs lol that I can barely focus on but I do hope to crank them out soon and write more… eventually!

[all-pacas]

hows the fic going…

THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT, i went down a rabbit hole (what’s up australian/nz tumblr friends) about if australia was a top sheet or no top sheet country and then i deleted the entire scene anyway because it was useless. i keep having the same fucking conversation happening and i’ve decided to lean into it and pretend it’s intentional. i’m at 9k and the idea that i am supposed to have a happy ending is making me sweat nervously; i think the deleted bits are probably another 2 or 3 thousand words. i read an actual medical journal article and i don’t know why. i’m also writing in a slightly different style than normal, let’s call it mauve? prose?, which just adds another layer. when i finally finish this thing ya’ll better pat my ass so hard me and this fanfic are fighting to the absolute death. i don’t even really ship cameron/chase guys.

here is a scene i cut out of the story entirely, in part because it sent me down another rabbit hole: park does mention she knows chase was once married to a coworker early in s8, but how much do the new kids know about cameron and how much of it was taub gossiping:

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Adams comes into the conference room all frustrated, which means she’d swung by the ICU before work again. “I wish you’d try and visit Chase after work and not before,” Park says; she finds Adams’s post-visit huffiness supremely irritating.

House isn’t in, and although Park had seen Taub’s car in the lot when she’d come in, he isn’t around either.

“You haven’t gone to see him at all,” Park says, sitting as far diagonal from Adams as possible.

“He’s made it pretty clear he doesn’t want visitors.” Park makes a face, despite wanting to be neutral and cool about it: truth be told, this bothers her just as much as it does Adams; Chase is her friend. “It isn’t like our presence is speeding the healing process.” Even though it feels like it should, somehow: Park is a scientist and she knows better. Even still. Truth be told, it makes her feel better that he doesn’t want to see Adams either, and anyway, Adams is probably only going because she feels guilty, and because she’s very pretty and Chase is very pretty and, well, Park knows how these things happen.

She flips resolutely through a textbook she’d grabbed off the shelves. House kept it there specifically to taunt Chase, because it had been written by Chase’s dad — the dust flap did confirm Dr. Rowan Chase was based out of Melbourne — and if Park really tries it almost feels that by reading it they’re connecting.

“He had one yesterday,” Adams confides in an eager half-whisper, leaning towards Park, distance forgotten.

“One of his girlfriends?” Park frowns: except for the odd nurse he hooks up with at work, Chase usually keeps his floozies far away from the hospital.

“I don’t know,” Adams admits. “When he kicked me out, he said she was taking care of him.” She leans back, considers Park closely, although for what Park has no idea. “I think she was his ex wife.”

Park ponders this revelation. “Huh.” Chase had briefly been married to one of the doctors here, she knows: it was sort of common hospital gossip, usually brought up whenever a newer nurse was starting to make eyes at him. The warning went to the effect of he’s only looking for sex: he got married once, it lasted all of a month, look out. Her name was Cameron, Park knows, because House occasionally — but not as often as she would have assumed — likes to insult Chase’s intelligence by bringing her into things. When Park imagines her, she assumes tall and blonde and huge boobs, which is unfair: not that doctors can’t be stacked, but it is statistically unlikely Cameron was formerly a stripper.

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❦ ➷ get to know your fellow fanfic writers better ༊ ✧.*

I was tagged by @bebx and @loki-is-my-kink-awakening for this “get to know the writer” tag! Thank you! 😊

when did you post your first ever fanfic?

I believe in 2012-2013? I was around 13-14 years old, so around then anyway (my first one doesn’t exist online anymore as far as I know so I can’t double check.) it was the usual middle school fandom girl era lol. First for my current account was February of 2022!

first character you wrote for:

It would have been Rin Matsuoka from Free! Iwatobi Swim Club! Specifically him and Nitori, they were one of my fave ships in that series!

main character(s) you’re currently writing for:

Basically anyone from the Loki series but especially Loki and Mobius and Sylvie, not necessarily in that order or all together but some combo of them 💚

character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan on writing about soon:

I haven’t written for OFMD but would really like to! I’ve had a lot of feels s2, no solid ideas yet but maybe something will spark some inspiration! Also Red White and Royal Blue! I haven’t gotten a chance to read the book yet but I watched the movie and got hooked and love those boys too 💕 so maybe one or both of them if the Loki series even temporarily gets it’s hooks out of me (with s2 though I’ve been as bad if not worse than before with my obsession so who knows lol)

And for within marvel the ship that got me into fanfic and got me to make this current ao3 account was Stucky so even though I only read for them and never wrote, they always have a place in my heart!

fandom(s) you’re currently writing for:

Also just Loki atm! But who knows for the future.

platonic pairing(s) you currently write for:

Mobius and any of the void Lokis as the best found family ever (Mobius and kid, Mobius and classic, Mobius and all of them my beloveds)

I haven’t written it recently but also wrote B-15 and Sylvie in a non romantic context and even though I think they’re also cute romantically I love them as a platonic pair and want to do more with them too! Similarly Sylvie and C-20, I wish they could have been friends if things had gone a bit differently 🥺

romantic pairing(s) you currently write for:

Lokius and Sylkius! Haven’t written any pure Sylki but who knows (I just like Mobius too much to not include him atm)

your top 3 tags on AO3 (if you post your works on AO3):

Hurt/comfort, fluff, and hugs 😂 sounds about right to me! I like some pain and crying and working through stuff but need the hugs and comfort alongside it/after it for sure.

your current platform where you post your works

AO3 is the same as my name here!

I try to post my fics links on tumblr too but don’t always remember so ao3 is always best bet if you want to read my stuff!! 😍

snippet of the wip you’re currently working on:

Right now I’m most heavily focused on a character study type fic cataloging different moments with Sylvie adapting to her McDonald’s life but specifically looking at her relationship with Jack, I think she would have such a great big sister vibe and they could learn a lot from each other 🥹

“Good job today, Sylvie,” Jack says, his lopsided smile clear even before Sylvie glances his way. He’s always got compliments and kindness at the ready, and he’s young and gentle enough that they’re always believable.

“Thanks, Jack,” she feels a smile curl onto her face. She still, even after knowing Loki and Mobius and B-15, feels like she doesn’t know how to have friends or family or any genuine connections at all. But Jack is the first in a long time to feel so real to her, to feel like a relationship she can stick with, with these new more permanent circumstances and her distance from the trauma of the TVA. She doesn’t remember what it’s like to be a sister, her memories of Thor long gone beyond the occasional glimmers in her dreams, let alone what being the older sister would be like, but this is what she suspects it is. A fierce protectiveness and gentle care, the ignoring of any silly flaws or naïveté because you just care about the person. That’s what she has for Jack, ever since he took her under his wing as an employee, she’s done the same for him as just a person.

“Mind if I stay here for a bit? My ma is going to be a few more minutes.”

Sylvie just smiles softly and scoots over on the wide hood of her truck, gesturing to the empty spot.

Jack nods rather sagely as he awkwardly hoists himself on to the hood of the truck, pushing himself up with his arms and then practically throwing himself on to it.

He pants softly as he adjusts to lay on his back a foot or two away from Sylvie, giving her another boyish grin. “Hey.”

“Very smooth, Jack,” Sylvie snorts.

“Your truck is huge! I’ve ridden in trucks before but yours is massive! I’m not sure how you even get up here, you’re shorter than me!” He laughs.

“My little secret, I guess,” Sylvie shrugs with a slight smile, returning her gaze to the inky sky, dotted with a trillion stars.

I’m excited to keep writing this, I’ve got some Lokius ideas in the works too but this one has been my focus for a few days!!

I’d love to see anyone do this that is interested but I’ll tag my usual group!!

@insert-witty-user-name-here @starport-seven-five @lgwilt @mirilyawrites @cha-melodius @chaos-monkeyy @waterhorseyblues-ao3 @blackbirdofasgard @dreamycloud @queen-of-meows

[m1ckeyb3rry]

the silence of swans is such a pretty name, i'm such a sucker for things based around birds (i love h/h y/n's technique fr) so im really curious what that wip is about!! if someone has already asked about it though then i wouldn't mind knowing a bit about the kyoto au :D also are there any other characters you ever plan to write about in the future? i love reading your works!

thank you!! i love birds too HAHA if it isn’t obvious from how many bird-based stuff i have already. h/h y/n’s technique is so fun for me to write especially because i don’t think i’ve ever seen anything like it before so it makes me feel intellectual 😫 let me add a cut real quick because i’m sure i’m abt to ramble a ton HAHAH

the silence of swans is actually meant to be a version of my story “a ship in the harbor” set in a more fantasy-based world just because those characters are like. my beloveds but sometimes the aot world can be a lot for me. it’s a story told in three parts, with the first part being the mc (who is an elite soldier known as one of the cygnus atratus) finding an injured soldier from enemy territory with amnesia and begrudgingly nursing him back to health because she is so lonely that even his company is enough to make her happy and because she feels guilty about what she did in the previous war and feels like this is her atonement. the boy has zero memories of being a knight of the cardinal, which the mc figures out he is based on his uniform, and the only thing he does remember is his first name. they eventually fall in love as he stays with her, and the title comes from the fact that until the boy came, the only company mc had were the pair of swans that lived in the lake by her house. they were accustomed enough to her presence that they didn’t freak out whenever she went near them, and so the “tagline” of the story is suppose is when mc thinks to herself: “before i met him, the silence of swans was the closest thing to love i knew.”

however, it turns out that the soldier who shot the cardinal and made him lose his memories is someone that mc was lowkey in love with but can’t see anymore ever since the war due to only associating bad memories with him. he comes to visit her at some point and the cardinal sees him and gets his memories back. while mc is out somewhere, he writes her a letter thanking her and apologizing for leaving, as well as telling her his full name.

the second part of the story is essentially a flashback and tells the story of what mc did while at war and how she managed to help the army take over a small country. there’s also a lot of cygnus atratus lore in this part because they’re kind of superhuman?? they’re fueled by lapis lazuli which is also what the knights of the cardinals are powered by and what the bullet that mc’s cardinal was shot by was made of. it turns out that bullets made of lapis don’t even need to fatally wound someone to kill them, and the idea to make weapons out of lapis were mc’s idea and that’s how they took over the country of corvane.

the mc is from a country called svanin and the knights of the cardinal are from a place called roscello, which mostly has jurisdiction over the cyanocitta mountains, where lapis lazuli is found. svanin wants to take over roscello so they can have the cyanocitta for themselves, as at the moment they only have the few foothills they took from corvane and must trade for additional lapis. the third part of the story is the mc and her cardinal committing treason for one another and trying to figure out which side is right and who to actually fight for. that part of the story is the least thought out by me obviously HAHAH but anyways the parts in order are “pt. 1 — the cardinal”, “pt. 2 — the crow”, and “pt. 3 — the catbird”.

kyoto au is entirely unimpressive compared to this HAHAHA it was just a oneshot i started writing that was an au of this one megumi fic i never finished. in this au the main character goes to the kyoto school instead of tokyo and only meets megumi in that one ep where todo beats him up, so it’s mostly just comedy of her and megumi meeting for the first time and megumi lowkey hating her for being associated with the kyoto school meanwhile she has the most MASSIVE crush on him because he’s antisocial and described as a “loser” by his friends which is exactly her type.

awww thank you so much i’m so glad you like my stories!! i’m not sure what characters i’ll want to write for in the future 🤔 as much as i love choso i can never come up with any story for him so probably not him…i love kashimo and megumi more than anything but they both have fics already so idt i’ll write for them again either. if you have any suggestions or requests for characters lmk!! i don’t really do requests in the traditional sense but maybe inspiration will strike if someone tells me who to write for 😭😭😭.

[maybeamiles]

Characters that made me realize I was trans

You ever just wanna make a comprehensive list of everyone that gave you gender envy from a young age? Yeah me too.

So here it is! A list of every character that made me realize I was trans, starting from when I was a little kid!

No. 1 - Aravis from The Horse and His Boy by C.S. Lewis

Okay, weird racism in this book aside, the amount I loved Aravis was probably the first indicator that I was not cisgender. I thought she was so cool for dressing up as a boy and rejecting traditional femininity and being so "not-like-other-girls" (i also had a big not-like-other-girls phase around the time I read this, go figure). Of course, she is cisgender, and seems to fall into a *slightly* more traditional role by the end of the book, but this isn't about C.S. Lewis' gender stuff and more on the fact that I related very heavily to Aravis and the fact that she didn't fit in with other girls, because I also felt the same way.

Her male co-star Shasta also gave me gender envy so between them both it's no wonder 9-year-old me loved this book.

No. 2 - Deryn/Dylan Sharp from Leviathan by Scott Westerfeld

Once again it's the girl-dressing-up-as-a-boy-to-fuck-with-gender-rules trope! Only this time, Deryn Sharp is actually treated like a man by her male co-star, Alek (up until he figures out that Dylan is actually Deryn, but then he's quite supportive of her gender fuckery). Deryn, like Aravis, doesn't actually feel any gender dysphoria. Her gender fuckery is a means to pursue her passion for air travel via joining the army. This does get fucked up by the last book and she ends up needing to leave the army, but we don't actually see how she presents herself when in non-millitary society so I will headcannon that she remains quite butch.

I thought Deryn was the coolest when I was 13, and even wound up copying her way of saying "barking spiders" for a bit. And her and Alek's romantic relationship was peak goals for me, probably because it begins while Deryn still presents masc.

No. 3/4 - Link, from TLOZ: Twilight Princess and Breath of the Wild

So, the Links! Let's talk about the Links!

Twilight was the first male character I remember projecting myself onto. So much so that I did not ship him and midna OR him and Illia (and didn't really like illia's quest), not because they didn't have chemistry but because I am very homosexual and did not like the idea of my self-insert being with a girl. Now, do cis girls project themselves onto male character? Idk but I'm not cis and this is something I did so *shrug*

I've lumped these two together because Zelda was a sort of twofer for me. I played Twilight Princess and then a couple years later played BOTW and began discovering what transgender people were. At the time I ID'd as nonbinary, and my Zelda obsession grew with my understanding of "shit I'm not cis." (I even named myself after a Zelda character for a bit). The links were my first *conscious* experience of gender envy, and hold a special place in my heart for it.

No. 5 - Aether from Genshin Impact

Last, but CERTAINLY not least, is the man, the myth, the legend, Aether Genshin Impact. And there is a STORY behind this guy's inclusion.

See, by the time I started playing genshin, I had long since accepted that I was not a girl. I called myself nonbinary, and thought I was okay with simply "not being a girl" and was fine doing what I saw all the other nonbinary people doing (binders, no testosterone, vaugely masc clothes, etc).

Then I booted up genshin impact, and had to pick between Aether and Lumine. And I still remember the "oh shit" moment I had when I realized that the default I expected to fall into would not make me happy. I had expected myself to pick Lumine, because I had previously thought that I was more comfortable with femininity than masculinity. I realized that I didn't just want "genderless." I wanted masculine. And I had this guy to thank for helping me come to that realization.

Anyways that's not all the characters that gave me gender envy or really even my entire "here's how I knew I was trans" but they are the most influential ones to me.

[ahsokathegray]

In the Meantime

Pairing: Rexsoka

Prompt: Rexsoka Monthly May. ‘23 - You Should Tell Him/Her

Summary: There's not much time that Rex and Ahsoka get alone together under the new rule of the Empire. Already using borrowed time, they claim a moment for themselves, even if that means it has to be inside a cramped refresher.

Tags: 18+ language, semi-public sex, bathroom sex / mirror sex, mutual masturbation, creampie, biting (like once plus hickeys)

Word Count: 4,579

A/N: If you haven’t already, go give @rexsoka-monthly a follow and join us in supporting and creating prompt-based Rexsoka content! 🫶

read on ao3! / masterlist

As soon as the Remora landed on the platform, everyone spilled out of the garage to lend a hand. Some clones began tending to the ship right away, taking the diagnostics report from Rex and gathering what parts they could. Others helped the wounded get inside, whether it be by providing a shoulder so they could walk or by wheeling them in on the limited number of stretchers available. 

Howzer and his men began taking names of the unscathed men, while the one medic present started tending to all the wounded. 

Rex called Echo aside, pinching the bridge of his nose. He’d been gone for almost a half rotation more than was planned. “We had no idea that this other squad of clones was inside the facility. After we found the men our Imperial informant tipped us off about, they told us about the prisoners undergoing interrogation a few levels down,” he informed the ARC, explaining why there were more clones present than the original briefing had mentioned. 

They only had so much space inside the garage on Coruscant, but Echo knew that Rex was incapable of leaving a single clone behind. Neither was he. Echo nodded, “I see it’s safe to say that the Empire sees no difference between interrogation and torture anymore.”

“I’m afraid so,” Rex confirmed, “We got there just in the nick of time. These boys ought to recover fairly fast. Anyway, the work’s not done just yet… I don’t know how to thank you for keeping this place held down while I was away.”

The ARC clapped his brother’s shoulder, “Well, it wasn’t easy. I don’t know how you were doing it alone for so long. Wrangling Omega is infinitely easier than keeping this lot in line. I have Ahsoka to thank for most of it actually. She knows the place better than any of us and is exceptional at any task you throw her way.”

Rex’s heart jumped into his throat. He’d not been aware that she was here. “When did she arrive?”

“Two nights ago. I let her take your bunk. Hope that’s alright,” Echo said, glancing over his shoulder. Both men directed their attention to where Ahsoka was working alongside the medic, dressing a pretty nasty shoulder wound on one of the new troopers. She was the most valuable set of hands that they had. Between her skills as a mechanic, her growing medical knowledge, and her proficiency with any weapon she picked up, Ahsoka was invaluable to their operation. 

Bail wasn’t able to spare her often, but when he could, she nearly always found herself in what used to be the Martez garage — acting now as the headquarters for displaced clones. Rex swallowed thickly, itching to reunite with her but knowing that such luxuries had to wait until business was taken care of. 

Duty came first. Always. 

The chaos soon dwindled and not a single clone’s chart said that he was incapable of recovery. Echo was now sitting at a desk alongside Rex, who was filling out a mission report to send to Senator Organa. The ARC was totaling the cost of the required ship parts and making note of the supplies they needed. The task typically took much longer than it did for Rex to complete a report. Yet, for some reason, Echo had finished long before the Captain had this time around. He watched curiously as Rex looked up from underneath his brows, eyes landing on where Ahsoka sat conversing with a trooper in bloodied armor. 

The Captain was distracted. 

Echo’s forehead wrinkled as he began to connect the dots. By the time he sent the damage report and supply requests Bail’s way, Rex still had very few words entered into his datapad, not having made much progress since Echo last checked the screen. He was looking over at Commander Tano yet again, his jaw stiff and his leg bouncing anxiously. The man could hardly keep his eyes off of her. 

Leaning back in his chair, Echo spoke at a volume only the Captain could hear. “Alright. Spit it out. What’s going on with you?”

Rex’s head spun around to face his brother, confusion etched into his features. “What do you mean?” he asked. 

“What has you so distracted and what does it have to do with the Commander?” Echo clarified, certain he knew the answer but testing the waters anyway. The Captain put down his datapad and rested his elbows atop his knees. His face was already contorting in a way that Echo recognized well. “I know that look, Rex. There isn’t a single clone in the GAR that doubles as a decent liar. You can tell me.”

Still, Rex remained silent. He shuffled his feet underneath the table, gaze flicking over to Ahsoka once more. With his head lowered, he answered his brother, “It’s just been a while since I’ve seen her.”

Though she communicated with their cell often under her code name, Echo understood what his Captain meant. The men around them were all considered family, but nearly every single one of them was a new face. The majority of them hadn’t been acquainted during the war, but Ahsoka was someone familiar — someone from a past they were fighting tooth and nail to have again. There was a huge difference in hearing someone’s voice or seeing them over a transmission versus seeing them in person, especially someone with whom you share a history. Echo couldn’t begin to describe how that felt for him alone, but Ahsoka and Rex had always been so much closer.

That, and they’d endured the traumatic events of Order 66 together. Those two were forever bonded, he decided. It was quite obvious how much they meant to one another. He had only seen the one end of it really, but it took a toll on Rex everytime she had to leave again. From her being around without the Captain present the past two days, he was able to pick up a little more. 

Rex stole another glance in her direction and Echo finally knew that his observations had been spot on. “You should tell her,” he said quietly. “If you love her, then she deserves to know.”

Rex sighed and met his brother's eyes, “Yeah… Maybe one of these days.”

Ahsoka stood from the row of stretchers and disappeared down one of the corridors a short while later. With his report still unfinished, Rex stood from the desk anyway and tossed a look over his shoulder, checking to make sure Echo was still preoccupied. Sure enough, he was still holding his holoprojector and speaking with Omega. 

He abandoned his current duty and jogged after Ahsoka, finally catching up to her at the end of the hallway. She heard his footsteps and turned, only to be fully enveloped into Rex’s strong embrace. The sheer force of it was enough to back her into the wall and she relaxed into him almost immediately, both of their eyes fluttering closed. 

They were a mess of hands, squeezing and caressing. He gently cupped her jaw, fingers sliding under her lekku as he took her in, eyes roaming her features up close and memorizing every inch of her as if he didn’t already know her like the back of his hand. 

“Echo said you were due back hours ago, Rex. I was so worried and when the Remora finally turns up looking like that,” Ahsoka started in a distressed whisper. “I thought the worst had happened.”

Rex peppered kisses along her temple and at the base of her montral, “I couldn’t leave the other men behind. I’m so sorry, Ahsoka. I would’ve contacted you, but I had no idea you’d even be here.”

“Neither did I,” she exhaled, closing her eyes again and finally finding some relief, “Bail managed to spare me for a few days extra this time around.” 

A thumb swiped against her cheek and Rex leaned in to properly kiss her. Ahsoka sighed into it and let him lead, starting off out of sync before falling into the steady rhythm he’d quickly created. She spoke between breaths, “We really shouldn’t be doing this here…”

But neither one of them could bring themselves to pull away from the other, lips still fighting for the contact they’d been so deprived of for over a month. Rex pressed his mouth harder into hers, drinking her in like a man starved as he moved them around the corner and out of direct view. Ahsoka clung to him, hands gripping his shoulders and keeping him close, squeezing as Rex’s knee came to rest between her legs. The friction pulled a soft gasp from her throat and Rex slid his hands along the length of it, planting passionate kisses to the skin. His hands moved down to settle on her hips and press her further onto his knee. He rocked her back and forth, causing both of them to breathe heavily.

She whined, her gasps strangled as she fought to keep quiet. He knew just how much pressure to apply, causing her hips to jolt forward. With that, Rex smirked and stopped to pull them inside the nearby ‘fresher. 

“Shouldn’t we find a closet instead?” Ahsoka asked, fighting for breath once the door slid closed behind them. A dim light flicked on with the motion. 

Rex pulled her back into him and slipped his hands underneath her shirt, “‘Soka there’s almost twenty men calling this place home now. There isn’t a single closet in this apartment not acting as a place for a bunk.”

“The ‘fresher will do,” she breathed, tackling his lips between hers and resuming their long-awaited reunion. 

He happily fell back into the rhythm and she pulled him closer by the panel of his vest. Deft fingers worked to yank him free of the item and push it down his arms, which Rex happily assisted her in doing. He then made quick work of his belt, hastily throwing it to the floor so that he could reach for hers next. The buckle was expertly unfastened and he wrapped the first few inches around his wrist before yanking the entire thing free from her waist. 

Ahsoka gave a small squeak and he moved to the zipper of her pants, pushing the green material down just enough to where he could move his hand freely inside without restriction. 

A hushed moan fell from her lips as his knuckles grazed over the top of her underwear. Rex placed hungry kisses all along her jaw, listening to her breathing hitch as he pushed the fabric aside and slid a single finger along her hot opening. 

“Rex…” she whispered his name, sending shivers down his spine and making the hair on his neck stand up. 

He pulled away to look her in the eye, “Do you want to do this here? Almost every man I have is sitting in the next room over.”

It was a fact that both terrified yet thrilled her. She bit her lip and nodded, as if he even had to ask. It had been too long since they’d last seen one another. She was damned if they weren’t about to finish what they’d started in this tiny refresher. By no means was it equipped for what they were using it for, but they were going to make it work. 

A low growl vibrated in Rex’s throat and he slipped the finger inside of her, his thumb already rubbing small circles on her swollen bundle of nerves. Ahsoka choked back a sob at the wave of pleasure that had just been sent through her body. She rested her head on Rex’s shoulder and reached in between them to cup the outline of his cock through his pants. 

She could feel his heart rate quicken and she began fiddling with the zipper, pushing his trousers down just enough to pull his cock free from the confines. A barely audible moan fell past his lips and Ahsoka took pride in the effect she had on him. He was leaking like a sieve and shuddered when her delicate fingers finally wrapped around his full length, grazing the sensitive tip and spreading the lubricant down his shaft. 

“These walls aren’t soundproof, Rex,” she teased, falling into the agonizingly slow tempo that made him twitch and whine. 

Warm breaths puffed out against her montral as Rex laughed softly, only heightening the intensity of the pleasure building from where his fingers worked at her pussy. She began to squirm, pushing at her pants to get them all the way down, desperate for more friction. After shucking them completely, Rex picked her leg up with his free hand and placed it over his hip, firmly holding it in place and giving him an easier access point to insert another finger into her wet heat. 

“A-ah, fuck,” she whined, eyelids heavy as the euphoria increased, a blissful smile gracing her lips. The rare expletive from her mouth added some heat to his face. 

Ahsoka’s arm darted to the back of his neck, fingers pressed into the skin to keep herself standing. Her eyes fluttered, threatening to close as Rex’s thick digits stretched her further. She lost all sense of ability to focus on stroking his cock and nearly stumbled, relying quickly on the Force to break her fall. Rex moved her other hand behind her to grip the counter to further ensure her stability. Taking the cue, Ahsoka’s knuckles turned a lighter shade of orange as she held herself up. 

Broken moans came forth from her throat as Rex curled his fingers. His lips met hers in an instant, swallowing the sweet sounds. Her walls were closing in on him too soon. 

“Rex, please — Don’t wanna cum until I feel you in me,” she pleaded, cut off by her own gasps of pleasure. 

He stopped as soon as she requested, gathering the juices from her weeping cunt and popping a finger into his mouth to suck, using the rest to coat his dick. Ahsoka bit her lip as she caught her breath, watching him stroke himself with heavy-lidded eyes. He was painfully erect, the head of his cock so swollen and needy. Neither one of them has had a release in far too long — each of them craving the other so much that the current throbbing was insatiable. 

Now somewhat recovered, Ahsoka took hold of him again, relishing in the way his eyes squeezed closed and his mouth fell open as she moved his hand away and replaced it with her own. He was already so wet just from his own excitement that with the addition of his saliva and her juices, her strokes began creating a smacking sound between his legs. 

His hips bucked when Ahsoka focused on the tip and moved her other hand down further. She squeezed gently at his balls and licked a kiss up the length of his neck. 

“F-Fuck, ‘Soka. I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer if you keep doing that,” he somehow managed.

The vibration of her laughter on his neck could’ve made him buckle. His knees nearly gave out with the combination of that and how expertly her hand moved between them. She finally let go of him, hands moving to pull his shirt free from his body. The tiny refresher had heated up rather quickly. 

Once the purple fabric joined the heap of items already on the floor, Rex was back on her in an instant, his aching length pressed between them. Ahsoka scrambled for better purchase against the counter, leaning back and taking the leg over his hip higher around his waist. A large hand took hold under her thigh and Rex pulled the other one up to do the same. His eyes found hers again and he exhaled softly, “I don’t think I can ever get enough of you.” 

She blushed furiously at his words and shook her head in awe of him. He held himself and swiped the head of his cock along her entrance. The action caused them both to shudder and Ahsoka gave him a tight nod to continue. He used her hip as leverage, pushing himself into her and bringing her to meet him. Ahsoka bit his shoulder as he fit as much of himself into her that her body would allow. 

Now fully seated in her hot cunt, Rex placed a hand behind her head, resting at the top of her rear lek as she got reacquainted with his size. Their chests were pressed together, heartbeats synchronized as he waited for the go ahead. Ahsoka squeezed his bicep and he started off slow, thrusting up and dragging out only so far. Little by little, he increased his pace, keeping his eyes on her to adjust to what she needed. 

Rex’s entire body both tensed and relaxed almost simultaneously. Unscrewing her eyes, Ahsoka began to match his pace, helping him as much as she could. Finding his jaw, Ahsoka pressed wet kisses along the length of it, nipping lightly at the stubbly skin. Rex groaned, fucking up into her at a faster rate. 

His thumb returned to her clit and Ahsoka’s mouth popped free from where she was sucking under his jaw. Again, she cursed and her thighs spread further. She trembled against him and he lifted her chin to ensnare her in a kiss. It was a mess of uncoordinated movements, each of them desperately hungry for the other.

“R-Rex. Please… h-harder.”

“We have to be quiet, ‘Soka,” Rex whispered breathily against her lips and he thrust into her. She hummed at the reminder as he continued to shower her in affection. “You’re doing so good. So full for me.”

Finding the softest spot inside of her, Rex shifted himself slightly to hit it at a better angle, rocking into her harder like she asked. Ahsoka’s toes curled, legs locking around his waist and he pounded into her messy cunt. She bit her lip in an attempt to quiet herself, but had let slip an audible moan. Rex acted quickly and put his thumb into her open mouth.

“Kriff, you’re killing me here. Suck,” he instructed, his voice hoarse as he fit his thumb into her waiting mouth. Ahsoka rolled her hips and used her muscles to squeeze his cock, drawing a broken whimper past his lips. 

The panel button on the door then lit up for a split second and immediately dimmed, not allowing entry to whoever was on the other end, followed shortly by a knock. Rex cursed in Mando’a under his breath. The door was locked and the light was off… of course someone would try to come in. 

But Rex wasn’t about to stop fucking his girl for anything. “Use the other ‘fresher, vod,” he called, the crinkles by his eyes deepening. He’d had no idea just how difficult it would be to speak a coherent sentence to another person while the love of his life was wrapped around his dick. 

Ahsoka threw her head back and Rex took hold of one lek, wrapping his fingers along the sensitive appendage as she reached for the zipper sitting on her neck. She was insanely gorgeous in any situation, but this was driving him up the karking wall. 

“Sorry, but I can’t. Fireball’s been in the other one and it’ll take three business days for that to clear out,” the clone responded. 

The man’s presence didn’t deter Rex’s momentum a bit. Ahsoka continued to pull down on the tab, exposing her breasts until the zipper disconnected at the bottom of her shirt. She swirled her tongue around the thumb in her mouth, making him forget he was mid conversation. “Mesh’la,” he croaked, cupping one of her breasts gently and rolling a nipple between two fingers, drawing a silent whine past her clenched teeth. 

“What was that?” the voice called again. 

Rex then snarled, “Trooper! I said this one’s occupied!”

He’d inadvertently thrust deep into Ahsoka, drawing forth a muffled, throaty moan. She clamped a hand over her face and a smirk broke out onto Rex’s face. In the moment, he honestly didn’t care if anyone had heard it. He removed his thumb and claimed her mouth with his, continuing to rock in and out of her, and watching as she experienced the throes of pleasure. She was nearly there. 

The trooper at the door could be heard walking off and the interaction then reminded Rex of his earlier conversation. “Want to know what Echo told me earlier?” he asked in a raspy whisper. 

All Ahsoka could manage was a few nods. 

“Turn around for me first,” he said. She did as instructed, her steam waning, and turned to where she was leaning over the countertop looking at both Rex and herself in the mirror. He paused, holding his cock ready at her entrance, lost in her eyes again. 

Ahsoka bit her lip, “Don’t mind me, Rex. Just enjoying the view.” 

“Ten kriffing hells, look at you right now…” He ran a hand down her spine and felt as she arched her back, her pussy glistening in front of him. Ahsoka rolled her head back as he filled her up once more, finding the spot that drove her crazy in this position. 

“What… n-nh.. What did Echo say?” she asked, somehow not forgetting. 

Rex settled for a moment, bottoming out inside of her before he answered, “That if I love you… I should let you know.”

Her eyes widened a fraction and she pressed further into him. “I’d say you’re doing a fantastic job of showing me,” she mewled, desperate for movement, “Will you ev— nh… ever tell him?”

With one hand on her hip and the other taking hold of her back lek, Rex drove into her, not caring that their legs were hitting one another and creating a noise. Ahsoka fought to keep her eyes all the way open, dead set on watching his face contort and relax as her heat swallowed him. His hand on her lek made it difficult to focus, the pleasure spreading through her lekku and up to her montrals. Again, her toes began to curl and her legs started to feel wobbly. Something about watching this all go down in the mirror was making them both spiral that much faster. 

Rex thought about her question. They’d been running around for the last year in secrecy, having to steal away moments on already borrowed time. Of course he wanted to tell his brothers, to tell Echo, but he wanted it to last a bit longer. Few things got to be just theirs these days. Rex felt her thighs begin to tremble and he took the opportunity to let her know anyway, despite saying it constantly over transmissions. “I'll tell him eventually. In the meantime, it’s something I want just for us. I love you, Ahsoka,” he declared breathily. 

His thrusts were more determined now and he adjusted himself to exactly where he knew would have her seeing stars. Ahsoka gasped when his cock met her most sensitive spot and she started to convulse around him, fervently trying to meet his thrusts while her body shattered and her cunt spasmed. 

He held onto her for dear life, his own orgasm brought about by her own. She milked him for every last drop of cum he had, both of them out of breath as he emptied inside of her. Ahsoka’s eyes finally shut and she laid her head on her arms, every last one of her muscles too weak to continue. By sheer will of the Force, she remained upright as Rex pulled out and grabbed a towel to clean the mess leaking out of her. She hummed as he did so, jolting as he made contact with her aching pussy.

He smiled and kissed her shoulder, “Open your eyes.”

She did so and immediately stifled a laugh. They’d fogged up the mirror at some point after switching positions. Her handprints were swiped across the glass, leaving very little imagination as to what exactly had occurred. 

Rex helped her stand, a process they took as slowly as possible, still starved from not being able to love on one another in public just yet. It would happen eventually, and soon, but neither one of them wanted it to decrease the faith in those who were counting on them as leaders. They’d decided if anyone ought to know now, that it would be Echo. 

Pulling his collar up to hide the love bites she’d given him, Ahsoka pressed a chaste kiss to the sensitive skin. Rex pulled her to him and stood there holding her close, neither one of them ready to open the door and pretend as though they weren’t every star in each other’s galaxy. Though there was no doubt left in their minds that at least one trooper out there knew what had just transpired. 

“I love you too, Rex,” she said finally, pulling from the hug and sharing his gentle smile. It was the first time he’d heard the words in person and not crackling through a transmission. 

With a final kiss pressed to her montral, Rex unlocked the door and opened it. The corridor was empty. Ahsoka breathed a sigh of relief and adjusted her shirt once more before walking ahead of him and back towards the main room. Following loosely behind her, Rex found a good number of the men watching the evening’s bolo-ball match. 

Nemec ran past them in a hurry, legs pressed tightly together as he made a beeline for the ‘fresher they’d just exited. He was in such a rush that he hadn’t even noticed Ahsoka as he passed her. 

Rex entered the room and pretended not to be more interested in Ahsoka than the game, but couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. She sat perched on the arm of a sofa beside Gregor and Rex went to stand against the wall, no seats left for him to occupy. For having just been as close to her as he could possibly get, he still longed to be at her side. 

Echo stuffed his holoprojector into his pocket and came to rest against the wall beside the Captain. “So, you two were gone a while,” he started, “You tell her?”

He felt a strong blush creep up from beneath his collar and he was thankful that Ahsoka had thought to cover her love markings. Picking up his shoulders anyway, he responded, “Something to that effect.”

Whatever Echo was going to say next, was interrupted as Nemec returned from the refresher. He was sporting a wide, toothy grin and had his arms on his hips. His eyes found the Captain’s immediately and gave him an approving nod, mouthing something that Rex didn’t quite catch. The clone went and sat on the floor and began speaking to Ahsoka when Echo stood up straight. His jaw hung open as he looked Rex dead in the face — evidently having been able to decipher what Nemec had mouthed. 

“Rex, what exactly is your relationship with Commander Tano?”

The question alone was enough to redden his cheeks and Echo shot around to look at Ahsoka. Tech had mentioned it the last time she and Rex had come around the Batch. Her lekku were a much darker shade than normal.

Clearing his throat, Rex answered with a smile he couldn’t subdue, “I think Nemec might’ve just told you one half of it.”

[roseandgold137]

81 for Anita Fite and Cissie King Jones (ship or platonic)?

Cissie stared at the pages in front of her. And then at the folder to her left, filled with even more pages that needed her signature. And all to be done before the end of the day.

Somedays Cissie wondered why she had been so adamant that her mother should need her to sign anything to do with her career or appearances anymore. It was so much easier when she was just told about a pageant and buckled into the car, and then all she’d have to do was get dolled up and strike a few poses. Sure, she hated it, but it was a hell of a lot easier than writing her name a gazillion times.

By the time she had moved on to the forms inside the folder, Cissie wasn’t even sure she knew her name anymore, the letters looking foreign as she moved the pen methodically to produce the exact same mark she’d made on every other dotted line. How long had she been at this? Surely it had to be longer than the hour the clock claimed - her wrist hurt too much for it to have been just an hour. She was Arrowette, for Christ’s sake. And these forms are for her entry into the Olympics. Cissie King-Jones does not get tired or sore arms from some simple writing.

Yet here she was, she supposed. Cissie let her head fall to a desk with a dull thunk, trying to ignore that she still had plenty of signing to do. Why did they even need so many forms? There’s no way all of this is just for one competition. Maybe if Cissie cared enough, she’d actually read what the forms say, but she gave up on that about seventeen forms in.

The familiar knocking on the door might have startled her some other day, but for now it was all she could do to muster up a grunt of acknowledgment. God, she sounded like Tim. This was worse than she’d thought.

“… Is this a bad time?”

Anita. Of course. They were supposed to have plans today - lunch, maybe. Or movies? Something, anyways. Cissie forced herself to sit back up in the chair.

“No, it’s fine. Just. So, so, many signatures.” Cissie’s head reunited with the desk. “So many signatures.”

“You know, I could help with that.”

“I’m not letting you forge my signature on official paperwork. That’s a crime.”

“I have literal magic. It would be so quick.”

“I really don’t want to be arrested for fraud anytime soon, thanks.”

“It’s not even like it’ll be your first time getting arrested.”

“Don’t care.” Cissie sat up again, poised her pen, and… stared at an empty desk. “Anita.”

“Cissie.”

“What did you do.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. In completely unrelated news, here’s this stack of signed forms I found lying about.” Anita plopped them on the table. Cissie was certain that she hadn’t been holding them five seconds ago. “So, now that you have no signing to do, let’s go get food. I want crepes.”

Cissie stared at Anita a moment longer. She was wearing the denim skirt Cassie had bought for her, and a pink crop top with a star in the middle. Cissie, meanwhile, was in possibly the baggiest sweater ever worn, and sweat pants to match. There was no way she was going outside like this. She hadn’t even brushed her hair properly yet. On the other hand, Anita wasn’t just going to let her not go. And she didn’t have any more papers to sign, anyway.

“Fine,” Cissie said, pushing up from the desk. “Give me half an hour to get ready.”

Anita made an exaggerated celebratory gesture. “There’s a new crepe place next to that arcade place. It’s awesome, you’ll love it.”

Cissie made only a half hearted effort to keep her smile down. Maybe it was worth the potential fraud arrest, after all.

[tenrousei-kuroi]

I did read Angel Sanctuary! I never finished it, though. I remember that what got me to start was the author’s art style. Her characters are so pretty!

I’m not familiar with A Cruel God Reigns, but by your description, it’s right up my alley (also, with a brief search, I see it has a very traditional style from the 90s/00s mangas that I find very nostalgic). I’ll definitely take a look into it.

As for the Black brothers, I think I discovered the ship around 2017-18, so there was a fairly good amount of work by then, but Blackcest has definitely grown a lot in the past couple of years. I’ve not read many James/Regulus works, mostly because many have a 'cleansed', fanon version of both – which also applies to the Marauders as a whole – and I have very picky views of Regulus’ characterization (my boy canonically had his own fan board of Voldemort 😭 and as far as we know, he never fully – or at all – quit his bigotry, yet in many works, his Slytherin friends and himself diverge completely from this).

But I do think Sirius/Regulus will remain somewhat popular for a long time. The Black family seems to have an appeal within the fandom that I don’t see as much with other families, such as the Lestranges, for example. Also, the idea of two good-looking, rich boys in a complicated family is intriguing (or at least I hope so; if not, you’ll see me signing up to your mailing list). On that note, I'm still hoping for the day Rodolphus/Rabastan gets popular lol

Anyway, thank you for the link, and I'm looking forward fest postings (ngl, I'm pretty confident in my abilities to recognize your writing style in anon fests. Sometimes I read a title and I think "this looks like a title ten would use". Is it a little stalker-ish of me? Maybe 😅).

Yeah Moto Hagio’s a bit more old school, she was most prolific in the seventies and eighties, and her art shows it. I could be misremembering but I believe her work “Sunroom” is typically credited as the first boy/boy manga kiss. And she’s one of the pioneers of the modern boy’s love genre. Real “culture award winning” sort of author.

Jegulus fics are hilarious to me and there’s a reason I call my stuff James/Regulus when I tag it, because that portmanteau has become its own thing. Whenever I read a Jegulus fic in my brain I’m thinking, “you know you can just write Timotheé Chalamet RPF, right? He’s not gonna’ come for you” 😂 And honestly that fanon “style” is bleeding over hard into the Sirius/Regulus section.

No shade, I’m glad people are having fun. Makes it harder for me to find the kinds of fics I like but I’ll survive lol. There’s just a larger selection now. And popular as it all is, I do truly feel people will move on. Because it’s less an attachment to the characters and more to these seriously altered fantasy versions of them, which can be easily grafted onto the next popular thing.

If you had told fifteen year-old me my weird incest and incest-adjacent pairings where two of the three characters aren’t even alive in canon would one day be as common as they are now I’d’ve thought you were high 😂 yet here we are.

I’ve dabbled a bit in Rodolphus/Rabastan but they always end up coming out so similar to my Sirius and Regulus that I don’t like it. I’ve kind of tabled the pairing until I can force myself to be a bit more creative with them. People already put up with all my Sirius/Regulus nonsense being basically the same, I don’t need to be grafting their dynamic onto other pairings 🤣🤣

When I pick prompts for fests I always try to ignore the promoter names until after I’ve chosen, but it doesn’t seem to make much of a difference, roughly 80% end up being yours anyway. Talk about wavelengths.

And let’s blame 2009 LiveJournal for my pretentious and easily-spotted titles, shall we? Specifically a Sirius/Regulus fic from forever ago called “A Thousand Years Good Wine” which basically flipped something in my brain and I haven’t been able to title anything like a normal human since.

That was a stellar fic, by the way. And if anyone ever ever ever finds it back for me I’ll…I don’t know…write them a 100k commission of their choice or engrave their name on my tombstone or something because that fic is LOST beyond belief and it causes me literal pain sometimes lol.

I’m feeling rather inspired today so I might spend my Saturday night plinking away at one of my fics. Odds are it probably won’t be the one that’s due in three weeks but we can always hope TT.TT