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[kanerallels]

COVER REVEAL TIME LADS

Behold the masterpiece itself, created by the incredibly talented @evelynmlewis!! (check out her website here)

Isn't it MAGNIFICENT? I'm truly in awe of how well it turned out! With any luck, the book itself will be out on Amazon for purchase, both paperback and ebook. And there'll be ILLUSTRATIONS by @accidental-spice!! But until that magnificent day, enjoy a proper synopsis for once in my life!

Rebecca Wood has never known who her birth family was. So when a boy named Liam finds her and tells her that he knows where her family is, it seems like it could be too good to be true.

Oddly enough, that's far from the strangest part. It turns out, Rebecca is from the land of fairy tales. Though it's not exactly the same as the stories: Snow White and Cinderella are notorious assassins, and the land is ruled by the evil Empress Goldilocks, who seems to have a special interest of her own in Rebecca.

None of these dangers make Rebecca's journey any less fascinating as she travels through a perilous and beautiful land full of magic and mystery, in search of the one thing she's always wanted.

All y'all asked to be tagged, and I'll be tagging you when the book releases, too! If you're not interested, let me know and I won't tag you, no judgement either way!

@keeper-of-sparkly-things @auroramagpie @thefinaljediknight @misscrazyfangirl321 @sailforvalinor

@singswan-springswan @wanderingwolpertinger @taleweaver-ramblings @larissa-the-scribe @kazoosandfannypacks

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@muse-write @ana-cantskywalker @undying-lilies @sunflowergardens-world @catkin-morgs-kookaburralover

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[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Last Sentence Tag Game

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

Thanks to @missflufffanfics for tagging me!

This is for a Gale x Gwen (Single Mom!Tav) one shot I'm chipping away at.

"Honestly, the amount of running he had grown accustomed to since the crash would have been frightful even a month before."

Tagging: @kittttycakes, @leighsartworks216, @any59, @can-of-pringles, @interwebseriesfan24, @auroramagpie, @jo-harrington, and anyone else who wants to join in.

[indignantlemur]

I needed to take a break from writing Emigre and planning mirror 'verse shenanigans, so here's Shran! Did some experimenting with this one - new way of doing eyelashes that doesn't make me want to throw my tablet in the bin, and a slightly different way of rendering hair, mostly. Thoughts, folks?

@the-lady-general  @starrynightgardens  @emilie786  @horta-in-charge  @emochook  @velvet-luvie  @creature-of-the-stars @unknownfacelessfanfictions @auroramagpie (Not sure if you folks wanted to be tagged for non-Emigre work or not - let me know if you don't!)

[romanceandshenanigans]

Last Sentence Tag

Thanks to @clairelsonao3, here is her post.

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

It's honestly been so long since I added a sentence I'm making a guess at what was the last one I wrote.

God damn Thomas and his intentions.

Tagging: @janec23, @jo-harrington, @kittttycakes, @can-of-pringles, @16boyfriends-and-me, @auroramagpie

[jessicas-pi]

So, I had a dream, and I made a post about it, and then @synebluetoo and @auroramagpie both made a "phantom of the opera" joke, and long story short, i got ✨inspired✨

writing taglist:

@dootchster @kanerallels @jedi-nurse @seleneisrising

[laughingphoenixleader]

taglist: @kanerallels @accidental-spice @heckin-music-dork @firefoxtessa @ladywren7 @auroramagpie (also tagging @flying-kanery cause I thought you'd appreciate :) )

randomly got really inspired and finally finished this fic!! the Role Swap/Spider-Hera au continues!!! sneak peek under the cut!

Why am I not leaving right now? Hera wonders, and again, no answer comes to mind. 

But a pair of aquamarine eyes keeps dropping by uninvited.

“Why are you not leaving right now?” comes an irritated voice through Hera’s commlink. She’d explained her plans for the morning to Kasmir when she’d returned to the Kasmiri last night. It made sense to drop Kanan off, since Hera needed to pick up her pay and return the Smoothride (which was a really inaccurate name) to Moonglow. Hera has done both of those things. And yet, here she is, sitting in the pilot’s seat of Expedient (yet another inaccurate name for the ship she’s flown for Moonglow over the past year or so), feeling as if she’s been glued there. 

She’d also promised to comm Kasmir when she was en route back to the Kasmiri in the morning. “You know I’m not a patient guy,” he unnecessarily reminds her.

“Actually, I hadn’t noticed,” she replies dryly, lifting the commlink. “I’m coming.”

Come on, Syndulla. Have you forgotten how your other relationships with causes have gone down?

You had to use the word relationship.

[singswan-springswan]

@auroramagpie's oc Kurtaf Meeralo

[zhoudadudugongjin]

@auroramagpie it's you!!

[kanerallels]

If You Could Read My Mind, Love, What A Tale My Thoughts Could Tell

My first contribution to @kaneraweek!! Shoutout to @singswan-springswan for helping me come up with this au

Taglist: @accidental-spice @day-to-day-thots @auroramagpie @opalknight @ana-cantskywalker @cassie-fanfics @nyxlotl (DM me if you want to be added or removed from the tag list!)

Read on AO3!

Hera had known that blending in with humans would be difficult—and it was, for the most part. Avoiding iron, dancing around where societal conventions and the laws of the fae clashed, and just not knowing a lot of simple things combined to make life potentially awkward or painful.

But it was also…beautiful. Watching the lives of humans, who were so different from her people. Building her own life, such as it was. Running a business turned out to be simple in comparison to other issues she dealt with.

The coffee shop had been a longstanding cover for faeries in the area, and it had been more than one business over the years. Most recently, a restaurant, abandoned quickly when the faerie in question had completed their goal in the area. Hera, along with Zeb, her self appointed guardian who was far too paranoid about what all the humans were up to, had moved almost five years ago now. And to her surprise, they’d been able to make a profit.

Which was good, considering Hera had no idea when she was going to leave.

She’d had an original goal when she came here. Getting back the passkey she’d left behind when she’d come here seven years ago. It had taken her far too long to realize where she left it behind. Hera had always hated to be confined solely to the Other World. She simply wasn’t built to stay in one place forever, not when there was so much to see out there. So she’d developed a habit of slipping through the veil, visiting far off places and exploring a little. It was easy enough, with the passkey to guide her to nearby portals home and unlock them, if necessary.

But of course it was here. Lothal was an ancestral home for her people, to the degree that the passkey was barely necessary. And the night she’d come here to visit had been…eventful, to say the least.

That was the first and only time she’d ever been spotted by a human. Animals, sure. Even other faeries on occasion. But Hera had never been seen by a human, until Kanan Jarrus.

She hadn’t known his name at the time, of course, let alone anything about him. But now…she knew him. And he knew her, almost too well.

It would have scared her if it hadn’t thrilled her.

“Hera!”

Zeb’s gruff voice cut through her daydreaming, and Hera looked up from the counter she’d been wiping down. Nodding towards the door, the massive man—though technically, he wasn’t. Human, that is—said, “Customers on the way. Pretty sure it’s one of your favorites.”

“Thanks,” Hera said, ignoring his look of disdain. Zeb pretended not to like the humans, and for the most part, he didn’t. But Hera knew there were a few he had a soft spot for, whether he acknowledged it or not.

Ducking into the kitchen, she checked on the coffee—still fresh—and poured it into a to-go cup. After adding the cream, she started heating milk for hot chocolate. This took a little more maneuvering—the pot was made of steel, not straight iron, which helped. But she preferred to be careful when she could be. There was already a burn on her palm from her last brush with iron, and Hera really didn’t want more injuries than she could help.

The bell at the top of the door jingled cheerfully, and she heard familiar voices out front. Ezra was cheerfully heckling Zeb, as he usually did, and Zeb growled something unfriendly in response. And then there was Kanan’s voice, steady and deep, calmly mediating. Hera’s heart skipped a beat at the sound.

Don’t be silly, she scolded herself as she whisked the ingredients of the hot cocoa into the pot. He’s a customer, a friend at best—and most importantly, a human. Your heart shouldn’t be focusing on him.

Setting aside the whisk, she grabbed the to-go cup full of coffee and headed out front.

Kanan was sitting at the counter, watching Zeb and Ezra bickering. He glanced up at the sound of her footsteps, and a smile spread across his face. “Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” Hera said, sliding him the cup, and his grin widened.

“How do you always know?”

“It wouldn’t be any fun if I gave away the secret,” she told him, leaning against the counter. “Ezra’s hot chocolate will be ready any minute.”

Shaking his head as he took a sip of his coffee, Kanan said, “One of these days you’re gonna have to tell me how you know we’re coming.”

“Magic,” Hera deadpanned, and he laughed.

“I almost believe that.”

That was the problem with Kanan. Hera never really knew if he did believe her when she made jokes that weren’t really jokes. He laughed at her jokes, those included. But there was always something that made her wonder, does he know?

He couldn’t. They’d met first seven years ago—a blink of an eye for her, but a long time for humans—and she’d looked nothing like she did not. There was no way he could know, and that was a good thing. The truth about who she was had to remain a secret.

“Hey, are you busy tonight?”

Kanan’s question snapped Hera out of her thoughts, and she looked up at him, surprise flashing through her. “What? Why?”

“I was thinking about how you seem to not know any of the best movies out there,” Kanan explained. “Figured we should fix that. Ezra’s going over to a friend’s house, so you could come over, we could try a few movies—popcorn and snacks guaranteed. What do you think?”

Oh. Hera hesitated, indecision tugging at her chest. “I…don’t know,” she said slowly. What if he finds out? Spending time in close quarters with a guy who may or may not actually know that she was a faerie seemed like a bad idea at the best of times. With Kanan…she couldn’t tell if the fluttering in her stomach was nervousness or excitement at the prospect.

“Hey, no pressure,” Kanan told her. “Just think about it and get back to me. In the meantime, what are the odds we can get some baked goods to go with that hot chocolate?”

The hot chocolate! “Absolutely,” Hera said, turning to head for the kitchen. “Just give me one minute.”

She ducked back into the kitchen, quickly checking the pot she’d left to heat up. Thankfully, she hadn’t been gone long enough for it to start boiling, but it was already heated to the perfect temperature. Carefully, Hera filled a to-go cup, added a few mini marshmallows and a dash of cinnamon, and headed back out of the kitchen.

Ezra had joined Kanan at this point, and his gaze lit up at the sight of her. “Hey, Hera!” he said, scrambling up onto a stool. “Can I have—”

“Hot cocoa, mini marshmallows, cinnamon?” Hera finished, handing him the cup. “Of course.”

Grinning, Ezra said, “You’re awesome, Hera. Thanks.”

“Agreed,” Kanan said, digging through his pockets for a minute before locating his wallet. “Add on a couple of chocolate croissants, and how much do we owe you?”

“About twenty bucks,” Hera said. Or…this is definitely a bad idea. But when has that ever stopped me? “I’ll give you a discount if there’s dinner with that movie tonight, though.”

Kanan’s gaze flashed up to her, and a slow, delighted grin crossed his face. “Sounds like a plan. Should I pick you up?”

Shaking her head, Hera said, “I know the way to your house, dear. What time?”

“Ezra should be leaving around five thirty, so…six?”

“Six sounds good,” Hera said as the bell over the door jingled. “I’ll see you then.”

Sliding her a twenty dollar bill, Kanan said, “See you then, Hera.”

She rang him up quickly, ignoring Zeb’s side eye as he helped the other customers. By the time they were finished, Kanan and Ezra were long gone.

However, that didn’t prevent Zeb from saying, “Tell me you’re not actually going on a date with that guy.”

Rolling her eyes, Hera said, “It’s not a date, Zeb. We’re just seeing a few movies and having dinner.”

“Right. Last I checked, that is the exact definition of a date,” Zeb pointed out. “Look—I like him well enough for a human, but it’s a bad idea.”

“Well, then, it’s a good thing this isn’t a date,” Hera said, and promptly received a deeply skeptical look from him. “It’s not! We’re just friends, and that’s always been clear.”

Sure, he’d flirted a little when they first met, but Hera had made it very clear where they stood, and he’d respected that. Since then, their relationship had changed. Deepened into a real friendship.

Kanan was one of the people she cared about most, in this world or the Other. And truthfully, she was starting to think that she didn’t know what her life would look like without him.

But that didn’t mean this was a date. It didn’t. So Hera firmly put the idea out of her head, and kept working.

The rest of the day slipped by quickly enough, and before she knew it Hera was leaving the coffee shop in Zeb’s capable hands—they really did need to hire more employees, though where they’d find some who were willing to overlook the quirks of two fae pretending to be humans, she didn’t know—and slipping into the apartment she kept above it to change into something a little nicer.

Not date level nicer, obviously. Just a soft, dark blue sweater to keep out the autumnal chill, and clean pants. Pulling her hair out of the dual braids she wore for work, Hera wrapped it back with a green scarf and headed out of the door.

She walked, obviously. It was only a few miles to Kanan’s place from hers, and she didn’t have a car. Though there was a tiny, very un-faerieish part of her that wished she could drive one. The massive machines were fascinating to her, even if touching one could be incredibly painful. But she didn’t go enough places to even pretend to need one, and it was probably better in the long run.

Kanan was waiting for her on the front porch of his massive, slightly run down house when she got there. Hera still wasn’t quite sure what a human with one kid and a grandfather who only occasionally visited was doing with a three story dump like this, but she knew better than to question Kanan’s lack of logic at this point.

“I could have picked you up,” he said. “You wouldn’t have had to walk that far, and it’s getting cold out.”

Hera shook her head, heading up the steps of the porch. “I like walking. And it’s not that cold.” Which wasn’t exactly true—her hands were already ice cold, and she’d been able to see wisps of her breath here and there on the walk in.

Snorting, Kanan said, “Well, that’s a blatant lie. Come on, let’s get you something warm. I can make you coffee.”

Hera laughed. “I don’t actually think you know how to make coffee, dear.”

“Rude,” Kanan responded as they headed into the house. The interior was warmly lit and smelled like something savory and delicious, and Hera was already glad she’d suggested dinner. “How do you think I have coffee when I don’t show up at your shop?”

He led the way into the kitchen, which was painted bright yellow. Hera suspected it was a compromise from when Ezra had suggested orange, knowing the boy as she did. Luckily, it gave the whole place a warm, welcoming feel, and she couldn’t help but be fond of it. Bright colors appealed to the fae, even at their most elegant and refined.

“Are there times when you don’t come to the shop?” she asked Kanan, lifting a very skeptical eyebrow.

Grinning a little, Kanan admitted, “Not really.”

“I figured. Get out the coffee,” Hera commanded, heading for the coffee machine. She’d become pretty adept at working the various machines, and the one at Kanan’s place was as simple as they came. She worked on making the coffee as Kanan pulled the oven open. A wave of the same spicy, savory smell washed out and Hera nearly swooned.

“What is that?” she asked as Kanan examined the dish in the oven.”

“Birria,” Kanan responded, closing the oven. “And it should be ready soon. Seems like it turned out pretty well.”

Frowning, Hera said, “Didn’t you tell me that this takes a lot of prep? And it’s not exactly the kind of meal you’d make for one?”

“Possibly,” Kanan said with an expression that utterly failed to be innocent. “I might have made it with the hopes that you’d be here for dinner. And if you weren’t, you’d get leftovers eventually. Force knows someone needs to feed you—Zeb and the local takeout places can’t be solely responsible for you.”

Rolling her eyes as she pulled a mug out of the cupboard to her left, Hera said, “I’m going to choose to thank you for that instead of taking it as an insult.”

“I would never dream of insulting you, Hera,” Kanan said, accepting the mug of coffee Hera passed him. “Hey—what happened to your hand?”

“What?”

“Your hand,” Kanan repeated, setting his coffee aside and catching hold of her hand before Hera realized what he was doing. Turning it over, he traced a gentle finger over the raised burn on her palm, so light she barely felt it. Hera felt her stomach do a decidedly not unpleasant flip at the touch. Looking up, he raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t try cooking again, did you?”

“Ha,” Hera deadpanned, trying to cover the relief she felt at the joke. It pushed aside a little of the way she felt, with his hand cradling hers and that concerned look in his eyes. Pulling her hand back, she said, “No, I just burned it working. Hazards of the trade.”

It wasn’t like she could tell him that it was from a cast iron pan she’d touched in a store. She hadn’t realized what it was until it was too late, and had barely managed to restrain her gasp of pain. There were salves that soothed iron burns, but fae healing magic didn’t affect that kind of injury. Hera would just have to wait for it to heal like any human.

She couldn’t tell if Kanan believed her excuse or not, so she quickly changed the subject. “Is there anything I can do to help with dinner?”

That brought a grin to Kanan’s face. “Not a chance. You already made coffee—drink some of that and tell me about your day, and that’s enough for me.”

“Not exactly very helpful,” Hera said, taking a seat at the kitchen table anyways and curling her hands around her mug, enjoying the warmth seeping into her fingers. Though it wasn’t much of a replacement for Kanan’s hand around hers.

Enough, she scolded herself, pushing the thought away.

“It’s helpful to me,” Kanan assured her, leaning against the counter. “And it’s mostly a waiting game at this point.”

“Fair enough.” Gathering her thoughts, Hera began to recount some of the events of the day, telling Kanan about the customers who’d stopped in. Most of them had been there a thousand times, but in a small town like Lothal, there was always something new and occasionally crazy going on.

Kanan was a good listener—he asked the right questions, laughed at the right parts. Hera always found herself relaxing in his presence, sharing things she wouldn’t share with anyone else.

It was dangerous. But she couldn’t bring herself to turn away from it.

Dinner was ready in short order, and they feasted on the incredible dish. Kanan’s cooking was always fabulous, and this was no exception. Hera relished every savory, spice-rich bite, and didn’t hesitate to have seconds.

When they’d finished, and she’d helped him tidy up in the kitchen, despite his protests, they headed into the living room, where Hera settled on the couch while Kanan flipped through the DVD collection. “Let’s see,” he mused aloud. “You’ve seen The Princess Bride?”

“Thanks to your never ending rants about it,” Hera said wryly. When she’d first met Kanan, it had become obvious that she had some serious gaps in her knowledge about human life, and she’d done a lot of research. Most of it in the form of watching some of the many movies he’d been horrified to learn she hadn’t seen, and a few extras. 

There were still plenty she hadn’t seen, however, and it wasn’t long before Kanan found one. “Really?” he said, popping in the dish and heading over to drop onto the couch next to her. “You’ve never seen The Mummy?”

“Are we really going to have this conversation again?” Hera returned, and Kanan laughed.

“Fair point.”

They settled in to enjoy the movie, and Hera did, to her surprise. Though she shouldn’t have been—Kanan had good taste, for the most part.  Watching them with him was a new experience, but she liked being able to argue about plot points and joke about parts of the movie with him.

When the first film ended, Kanan put in the sequel—undeniably poorer writing, but equally fun—and made them popcorn. It was late when they finished it, but Kanan managed to convince Hera to start some natural disaster movie that he insisted was a classic.

Classic and fun it may have been, but Hera felt her eyes sliding shut only a little ways in. She jerked awake, suddenly and painfully aware that she’d fallen asleep for a little while.

Lifting a hand to rub the sleep out of her eyes, she registered the weight of something heavy and warm against her shoulder. Glancing to the side, Hera’s eyes widened a little at the sight of Kanan, fast asleep.

It was strange to see him this way. Usually he was so self possessed and confident, upbeat and snarky. Seeing him asleep, hair slipping free of its usual tie, felt…vulnerable.

Almost without knowing why, Hera reached forward and brushed a loose lock of his hair out of his face. Her fingers stilled, tracing along his cheekbone as she studied him, heart beating fast without any real reason.

And then she saw the cord around his neck. The necklace he always wore, keeping it tucked under his shirt. She’d never asked, and he’d never brought it up. But now, slumped to the side like he was, it had slipped out.

It was the passkey.

The blue crystal shimmered even in the dim light, and Hera stared, shocked. She’d suspected, of course, but…He had it all this time?

Why?

It couldn’t be because…no. There was no way.

She lifted her hand, reaching out to touch the passkey. She could take it now and leave, before he even knew what had happened.

Instead, Hera tucked it back out of sight, closed her eyes, and let her head rest against his. When he finally moved again, waking at a loud sound from the TV, she was fast asleep. She didn’t even feel him tuck a blanket around her and settle in to finish the movie, arm resting around her for just a second too long to be anything resembling casual.

No, Hera simply slept, and dreamed, and she would wake the next morning at peace for reasons she couldn’t even fully explain yet.

[indignantlemur]

Andorian mermay pic is finally complete! Larger size: HERE

Each of the character was rendered using different brushes and techniques, with Dagmar being done up mostly in watercolour, Vrath painted with gouache, Thelen in oil pastel , and Shral in a combination of airbrushes, round brushes, and textured brushes.

Detail shots below the cut!

Dagmar and Shral, with Dagmar sporting some equipment inspired by Pike's oxygen mask/kit in SNW! I really love how their hands turned out, not gonna lie. Super proud of those.

Thelen's chitin was a lot of fun to map out and try to incorporate, and I might have had a smidge too much fun with the iridescent glimmer in some spots, but I think the overall effect really makes it stand out.

And then, of course, we have Vrath! Mermaids don't generally wear clothing, so naturally she isn't. Clothing just gets caught in sharp rocks and coral or just tangles up one's fins, I would imagine. I really like how the armoured scales on her hips turned out! They feel like they fit really well with the fish scales and the Andorian look at the same time.

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@creature-of-the-stars @unknownfacelessfanfictions

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[romanceandshenanigans]

AITA for wanting to get back together with my now engaged ex? (AITA Tag Game)

Rules: Write an AITA question and post from the POV of one your OCs

Tagging: @janec23, @kittttycakes, @auroramagpie, @can-of-pringles and anyone else who wants to join in!

Thanks to @clairelsonao3 for tagging me! This was genuinely a lot of fun!

I know it sounds bad and it is, probably, really bad, but I need to get this all off my chest. I feel like I’m going insane and could really use a slap in the face right about now. There's nobody else in my life I can talk to about this. Apologizes in advanced for any spelling or other errors, this is my first time using Reddit and not used to the formatting.

Some backstory. I (30M) met my Ex (26F) eight years ago. She had left home for personal reasons I won't get into here and we ended up living together for almost nine months.

I know, you're probably thinking I'm a rake for living with a woman and not immediately proposing marriage, but circumstances made that impossible. Again, I know this sound like I'm making excuses, but for her privacy I won't divulge. Just know that for the majority of that time we lived as old bachelors. It was only in that last month did things change.

I loved her like mad. I still do, that's why I'm in this mess, but I'm getting ahead of myself. The point is, I had fully intended to marry her. I wanted to marry her, but before I could propose a FF (family friend) discovered us and convinced me not to.

I feel like now it's important for me to clarify that I am not a gentleman. My father was a common sailor and my mother was a cook. I made my living in theatre and working any kind of odd jobs I could. Now I do theatre full time, but even then I can barely make rent some days.

She, however, is a gentlewoman. I didn't know this at the time, but when the FF arrived, he made it clear she did have connections. Being with me all but assured the destruction of her reputation.

The FF, however, gave us an out. Either I could marry her and risk her family cutting her off leaving her destitute or I could let her go and pretend it never happened. (The family had a cover story on where she was during our time together.)

I ultimately decided to leave. At the time, I thought I had done the honorable thing. She could move on, find a husband who could make her happy and comfortable and not have to live with a mistake she made when she was eighteen.

Now we come to last week. A business associate invited me to a party and, for the first time in eight years, I saw her again. I didn't even know she was in town. As it turns out her fiance is my associate's brother.

The fiance not a bad man as far as I know. He's a bit of a stiff and doesn't seem to understand theatre or the arts at all, but that can be easily forgiven. His brother clearly loves him, so he must have other qualities that makes up for it.

This is exactly what I wanted for her. She's about to marry a good man and be set for life.

It's just…she doesn't seem happy. I know I'm projecting, but I can't help it. Every time I see her with him there is just no spark between them. It's like their cousins or siblings rather than lovers.

She’s was always so passionate. I can't imagine she's so changed she could content herself with mild affections.

I keep coming back to the question of why now? And the only conclusion I've come to is maybe her heart had been broken as much as mine. Maybe she's only marrying now because she has to. Or maybe it's taken her this long to move on. If she had moved on sooner, surely she would be married by now.

Needless to say, I'm not getting any answers soon. My associate has been bringing her in as a kind of counselor, so I have see her a few times since that first night. She’s treating me rather coldly, but that’s to be expected. As if stands we have to pretend we don’t know each other and it’s killing me.

If I knew for certain she was happy, I could let this go. The only reason I’ve been able to live with myself was the thought that she was living a life I couldn’t give her. My circumstances haven't changed, but I'm having regrets.

I should have asked her to marry me before I left or at least spoken with her on what to do. Now she likely thinks I'm a bastard for leaving without a word, and rightfully so.

Despite all of that, I can't help feeling there's a chance. Sometimes I catch her turning away when I look her direction. Even now and again she seems to slip and allows herself to relax around me before walking away. She even defended me in front of a whole dinner party when she didn't have to.

Am I going mad? I haven't done anything. We haven't had a single moment alone together. But every time I do see her, all I want to do is pull her into my arms and never let go, damn the consequences.

TLDR; After eight years my ex is back in town, engaged to a good man. She doesn't seem happy and every fiber in my being is telling me to get her back. AITA?

[laughingphoenixleader]

@kanerallels @accidental-spice @heckin-music-dork @kazoosandfannypacks @auroramagpie @babsbabbles @duchess-of-mischief @bookdragon1811 all the time!!!

You ever just realized how lucky you are that you did that weird thing that led to you being friends with the people you are friends with?

[laughingphoenixleader]

Kanera (of course), and I would like to see your take on a college au for them!

your wish is my command, vod!

taglist: @accidental-spice @auroramagpie @heckin-music-dork @ladywren7 @firefoxtessa

It happens when he’s least expecting it. 

Kanan is heading past Ahsoka’s dorm on his way to help Cal move in when he hears it. 

That voice. 

The one he’s never forgotten, that’s echoed through his mind for years, inspiring him, pushing him to be the best version of himself. It hasn’t been the only thing to do that, but that doesn’t make it any less powerful. 

“Excuse me?”

The moment he heard it, he knew. And was immediately embarrassed by this fact. 

Sure enough, when Kanan turned around, he saw her.

Hera Syndulla.

surprise it's a full fic lol. no wait my long-windedness is about as well-hidden as Anakin and Padme's romance. at least I'm not trying lol.

anyways!! I hope you like it, @kanerallels !! I had so much fun with it!!

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Last chapter of this fic is up! Hope you guys had as much fun as I did. I'm gonna try something different this time and put the taglist under the cut, here are the first lines:

The first part of the trip through hyperspace was quiet, which Hera had expected. It was an hour or two before they dropped out at the Sereeda Waypoint, and Hera quickly began the calculations to make their secondary jump.

“Hera,” Kanan said quietly. It wasn’t the first time he’d spoken—Hera had explained exactly what Ezra had gotten himself into this time, and they’d talked about that a little—but it still surprised her. “We should talk.”

Oh. Well, that’s new. Hera sent a quick glance at him, trying to read what she could see of his face. His mouth was set, his jaw tight in the way that meant he was upset about something. Less than promising.

But they did need to talk, and if Kanan was finally initiating things, that was hopefully a good thing. “Okay,” she said. “Let me make the jump to Yarma before the Mining Guild shows up, and then we’ll talk.”

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Some Dagmar sketches! I wanted to kind of go back to my pencil sketching roots here and practice expressions a bit more, and Dagmar needed a little more love.

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Regency Romance Update: September 3rd, 2023

We've got an outline baby!

Okay, that's a lie. We've got two thirds of an outline. I've got the beginning basically all plotted out and I know what I want to do from the dark night of the soul to the ending, it's just that whole middle bit that's fuzzy. I've got a handful of scenes in mind, but nothing concrete. I just know there needs to be some awkward conversations, the growing feeling that maybe they could at least be friendly, a scene where Juliana dresses in men's clothes, and a moment at a ball where they realize that friendly acquaintances isn't an option. Can't have a regency romance without a sexually charged dancing scene.

Gotta give a shout out to Gwen Hayes' Romancing the Beat for getting me on the right track. If you're ever feeling shaky about a romance plot, please read her book. It's helped me so much.

Not much in the way of actual progress when it comes to dialogue and the like, but here's something I've been playing with.

“It’s a lovely day,” he finally said. She didn’t have to look to catch the wince surely flashing across his face.

“Indeed."

Another silence followed, this one so alight with tension she was surprised nobody else noticed. She wanted to revel in it, but it settled wrong in her stomach, turning uncomfortably. Her instinct was to speak. To confirm that it was a lovely day, beautiful really. She wanted to say how the flowers had bloomed in Hyde Park and share some of the conversation she had with Gwen that made her laugh. But she stayed silent. She couldn’t say any of those things, for her pride if little else.

“My apologies,” he tried again. “I’m not accustomed to proper small talk. Thomas had informed me the weather is usually a safe subject to start with.”

He was taking on that same self deprecating tone he had the night before. She knew he was being charming, and damn her if it wasn’t working.

“It is,” she allowed.

“But not a compelling one,” he continued.

“No.”

“Especially with old friends.”

This time, she met his gaze. His eyes were so open. How he hid anything was beyond her.

“Are we friends?” she questioned.

His mouth worked a moment, focusing all his attention on her.

“I defer to you, Ms. Hamilton.”

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