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anakinskywalkerog · 1 year ago

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My Very Soul (Chapter 34)

Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Reader

Link to Chapter 33

Warnings: a bit of sad reader, a bit of angsty Anakin, FLUFF, clandestine love affair bullshit!! and a very subtle implied *you know* at the very end (rated teen as always)

Summary: Your training with Obi-Wan constitutes a new beginning; you and Anakin reckon with the fight you had after Felucia (WE HAVE NEW CLONE WARS ANAKIN GIFS TO USE I'm screaming)

Word Count: 4.2k

You felt the crisp, cool, morning air of the Temple hit your face like a bucket of water, as if the wind wanted to keep you awake and upright. You walked slowly through the hallways, focusing on your breathing, on the cold air, the hard marble beneath your feet, on anything but the whispered conversations you heard around you. Not heard—felt. You knew that the few Jedi you passed in the halls were not responsible for the accumulation of the voices in your head. This was just how it was for you, now—you couldn't help but pick up too much, like you were receiver that was too sensitive, picking up too many transmission signals.

It was easier to ignore the feel of all of the whispering voices than it was to ignore the pain you felt in your entire being. Walking through the Temple halls, even, felt like walking through thick, piling sand, your limbs aching. But you knew you mustn't focus on the pain—the pain of your grief, still so heavy, or the pain that twinged in your mind as you thought about the fight you'd had with Anakin last night—you mustn't let it consume you. You had work to do.

You felt horribly guilty for how you had shouted at Anakin the previous evening, how you had pushed him away, how you had told him to get out. Not that he had listened; he'd held you all through the night, and even after you'd calmed enough to dose, you still felt the guilt of it in your veins. So, when you'd awoken to the coruscanti light streaming in through the window slats, and you'd seen Anakin fast asleep, his peaceful, beautiful face finally at ease, you knew it wouldn't be right to wake him. You'd taken one last look at his face, admiring the shape of his jaw, his eyebrows slightly downturned in sleep, his eyelashes that shown blonde in the morning light, before you'd slipped out from under the covers and donned your robe, holstering your lightsaber before sneaking out of your apartment.

There would be time to apologize later. Now, you knew, you needed to clear your mind. You kept walking. As you passed the archives, something that you had been thinking about since you had returned from Felucia flashed through your head. Later, you told yourself, turning to look ahead and stilling yourself for what was to come.

You stopped outside the meditation chambers. You knew you didn't need to knock—knew that he would sense your presence. And, as you heaved another sigh, working to keep your body upright, fighting the weight of that ever-present grief, you heard his quiet voice.

"Enter," Obi-Wan said, and you pushed the button on the panel on the wall, walking slowly into the darkened meditation room. Everything inside was a shade of blue and grey, even the pale light slipping in through the mostly-covered windows. The room contained only a few soft ottomans, and gave the impression of stillness, of calm. Even so, you had to hold your breath as you bowed to Obi-Wan and took your place on the ottoman across from his. Everything in this Temple reminded you of Yuma. Everything reminded you that she was no longer here.

"Thank you for agreeing to meet with me," Obi-Wan said gently, his eyes grazing over your form, your face. You realized you still had yet to visit the refresher, your hair still looking like a nest something might crawl out of. You couldn't find it in yourself to care.

"Thank you for...offering, to help me train," you responded, bowing your head again slightly, forcing yourself to look him in the eye.

"I will do what I can," Obi-Wan replied, folding his legs on the ottoman, assuming a straight-backed meditative position. You followed suit, and found that your body felt comforted in this position, like muscle memory, as if its familiarity made the weight a little bit easier to bear.

"It is my understanding that you were unsuccessful," Obi-Wan began, stroking his beard thoughtfully, "when trying to extricate yourself from Yuma's thoughts and memories in the Force."

"Yes," you said, swallowing hard, trying to ignore the lump that had formed in your throat as you thought back to those training sessions, some that had taken place in this very same room. It felt like a different lifetime, compared to the one you were living now.

"And you were unable, as well, to stop reading other's presences, when you tried." You felt Obi-Wan's thoughts drift lazily toward Anakin, and you checked to make sure your own Force presence was folded neatly and minutely into yourself. The last thing you needed from this training was to reveal too much.

"Yes," you said again, watching Obi-Wan with interest.

"What did it feel like? When you tried to disentangle yourself from Yuma's presence?" Obi-Wan sounded genuinely curious. You swallowed again, pushing your head and back up straight, blinking away the pang that her name sent through you.

"It felt like..." you thought back to those training sessions. "It felt like there were thousands of...tendrils, connecting my presence to Yuma's presence, in the Force. And all of the tendrils were tangled together, knotted and looped...it took so much effort to disconnect one, or two, but before I could make progress, her thoughts or emotions would shift, and new tendrils would take their place. I could never get too many disconnected at once."

"An interesting metaphor..." Obi-Wan mused, his hand gracing over his mustache, his eyes unfocused as he considered your words. "My thought is that we are going about this the wrong way." He looked up, making eye contact with you once again.

"I'm listening."

"I've observed your Force empathy myself..." Obi-Wan said, looking at you as if he could see through you, right to your very soul. "I've found that your own emotions form a strong connection to those you read in others."

You thought back to all the times you'd mistaken others emotions for your own...with Anakin, the first day you'd even met him, or with Henry, when you'd seen his memories and assumed they were yours. You nodded.

"Sometimes...sometimes they even become indiscernible," you confirmed. "My own emotions, and those I read in others." Obi-Wan nodded as well.

"Logically it follows that extricating your emotions from the emotions of others would be very difficult," Obi-Wan said. You thought back over your relationship with Anakin—how at first you'd been afraid your feelings of affection, longing, of love weren't yours at all. Over time, though, your own feelings had grown such that their strength couldn't be denied. They had asserted themselves over you, over both of your lives. You shuddered at the thought, at how difficult it felt, even now, to not be by his side, not be in his arms. How those emotions threatened to swallow you whole.

"If the two are inseparable," Obi-Wan continued, snapping you back to attention, "instead of trying to separate your emotions from the emotions of another, I'm wondering if we can cut both off at the source."

"You mean..." you pondered, thinking this through, "not feel anything?"

"Not exactly, no," Obi-Wan explained, his voice thoughtful. "You are gifted at meditation, yes?" You nodded, wanting to see where he was going with this. "Instead of trying not to feel anything, you might think to separate yourself from your own emotions, when in particularly dangerous or high-stakes situations."

"You're speaking of impermanence," you murmured softly. Obi-Wan nodded. It was an old Jedi principle, one you had learned from a very young age—that the root of all suffering was impermanence. That to fear the impermanence led to anger, and then to hate, and then to suffering. A Jedi must accept the impermanence of all things. Especially emotion, you thought to yourself.

"I think you might have more success if you were to try to separate yourself—your being, your very soul—from those momentary feelings. The emotions you feel, and those that others feel, entangled and entwined as they are." Obi-Wan watched you, waiting for your response.

"So, it isn't about trying not to feel..." you said, thinking deeply. "But rather, allowing my sense of self to detach from my feelings, when the occasion calls for it."

"Yes." Obi-Wan affirmed. "It isn't about escaping your own emotions...but rather, forming a stronghold against them, and the ones you might read in others." Obi-Wan paused for a moment while you thought this over. "The Sith are controlled by their emotion." You looked up, and for a moment, instead of Obi-Wan's blue iris, you saw the purple one that had haunted you in your dreams. "They draw strength from it, yes," Obi-Wan continued, "but they also let it consume them. It seems to me that when you intuit Sith presences, that emotion consumes you too."

You thought back to when Count Dooku had taken you prisoner in your own mind. It had felt like being led down a dark path, one that narrowed, narrowed, until...until you'd been trapped. You didn't want to be rendered useless ever again. You didn’t want anyone else to come into harm's way because you were unable to keep your own mind for yourself. As your resolve hardened, you sat up straight, meeting Obi-Wan's gaze.

"What must I do?"

It was difficult work. Obi-Wan led you through a series of visualization exercises, and then meditations. You waded so deeply into the weeds of your own mind that you felt, for a moment, afraid you might get lost in it once again. But Obi-Wan was there, his voice guiding you, allowing you to continue mapping those deepest parts of yourself. You soon found that you were not one whole, but a composite mix of things; you were not solely a Jedi, nor were you solely the self that Yuma had taught, nor the woman that Anakin loved. You were many different things, different forms, ever-shifting and changing along with your consciousness.

By the end of the lesson, you'd achieved a moment—only a moment—in which you had looked at Obi-Wan and felt nothing emanating from his presence at all. It snapped away as you lost your focus, and you'd been certain that it was a mistake, but Obi-Wan had assured you that he did not have the gift of hiding his Force presence, and that if you had not been intuiting it, you had made great progress. You could admit that the flow of conversation in the back of your mind, the ever-present murmuring, had quieted to only a trickle. This was a great improvement from the storm of voices you had grown accustomed to. After only one day's effort, you and Obi-Wan had achieved more than you and your Master had been able to accomplish in six months.

"Thank you," you said, breathless, sweat dripping down your brow from effort. For the first time since Felucia, you felt a bit looser, like you didn't have to try quite as hard to stand up straight.

"I appreciate your gratitude," Obi-Wan said kindly, "but you know it isn't necessary. I want to do anything I can to help you." You nodded your thanks to him, all the same. Obi-Wan's face became thoughtful. "I've never encountered anything like you, in the Force," he added, considering you.

You paused, taken aback. Obi-Wan, one of the most talented Jedi in the Order, who'd had a Padawan that—

"But...Anakin..." you mumbled, confused.

"I've never encountered anything like either of you," Obi-Wan said, chuckling and rubbing his beard. "You astound even the wisest of us." You laughed too, and felt yourself surprised to hear the sound.

"I know it doesn’t help," Obi-Wan remarked softly, "But I…have been in your position before. I watched my own Master be killed." You went quiet, your eyes fully on Obi-Wan, his head bowed, his hair hanging over his face, his eyes glazed with the memory. "And I was there, and I could do nothing to stop it. The mark that it leaves…it gets easier, with time. Easier to bear the weight of it."

You had never heard Obi-Wan speak of his Master before. Qui-Gon’s passing had happened when you were so young—it had scared you, at the time, with all the rumors surrounding how it had happened, but you hadn't thought, at that young age, of the effect it must have had on his Padawan.

"It does help," you told him quietly. The two of you sat for a moment in comfortable silence.

"How do you feel?" Obi-Wan asked, looking you over with careful concern. You considered his question honestly, allowing your body to express itself to you.

"I feel...hungry," you breathed, surprised at yourself. Obi-Wan smiled widely, and you grinned back at him, feeling, for the first time in a while, like there was solid ground beneath you.

Anakin stalked through the halls of the Temple. Jedi who were in his path moved swiftly to get out of his way; a maintenance droid squealed as the toe of Anakin's boot just missed it, but he wasn't paying attention. He looked down for a moment, but could barely see the tendons in his hands as he clenched his fingers into fists. He barely noticed the way the other Jedi were looking at him, his furrowed brow, his tall stature. He had other things on his mind.

He had awoken in your bed to find it empty. Fear and panic had gripped his heart as he tore apart the sheets, looking through the apartment, calling for you. It was only then that he remembered your training with Obi-Wan, your promise from the previous day. It had calmed him, but only a little. He had dressed quickly, sneaking out of your Jedi apartment with ease. He knew he had to find you.

Anakin's heart raced thinking about how you had been these previous days, how immobile you seemed, how you had been refusing to eat or drink, how you hadn't been able to get out of that bed. It terrified him whenever your eyes started to glaze over; when you didn't seem to fully see the room you were in. He was worried you might slip back into that Force haze at any moment, that space where you had seemed all but lost to him forever. He wouldn't let that happen.

The meditation room was empty; Anakin paused in the doorway only for a moment, before wheeling around and continuing down to the lower level. Where could you have gone? Surely not back to the medical chambers, unless—unless something had happened to you, during your training? Unless your mind had gone back into that cloudedness—

Surely there was no way the council had already sent you into command, was there? Anakin himself had been granted a small reprieve after the events of Felucia. He knew the council had appointed you general of the 415th batallion, Yuma's former position. He knew you had accepted command—what else could you have done? But could the council have sent you back into combat so quickly? Panic gripped Anakin's heart as he considered what it might mean if you returned to battle in your current state. He paused just outside the Temple gardens, half-ready to turn around and head back up toward the medical bay, to the council chambers, to demand to know where you were, when—

He felt a tug within him in the Force. It was a familiar presence; it felt like comfort, and reddish brown hair, the sleeve of a tunic...

Anakin found him on the other side of the gardens, in the corner, sitting with a cup of tea.

"Where is she?" Anakin demanded, looking around quickly. Obi-Wan seemed relaxed, so, at the very least, nothing horrible could have happened to you.

"Good morning, Anakin," Obi-Wan said, his voice sounding tired.

"Where is she?" Anakin asked again, bouncing back onto the heels of his boots for emphasis, feeling unable to keep still, even in the presence of his seated Master.

"I believe she went to get something to eat," Obi-Wan replied, looking warily up at Anakin.

"To eat?" Anakin asked, pausing for a moment, debating turning around on the spot and heading for the mess hall. But if you had gone to get something to eat, then—

"Training went well, then?" Anakin asked, lowering his voice, perching on the bench next to the one on which Obi-Wan lounged, in the corner of the Temple garden.

"I would say so," Obi-Wan said in his infuriatingly calm voice. Obi-Wan took another sip of his tea, looking out at the garden as if deep in thought.

"What does that mean?" Anakin asked, feeling impatient.

"I'm not sure," Obi-Wan replied, his voice still infuriatingly calm.

"Don't be cryptic," Anakin accused, leaning back on his bench and crossing his arms defiantly over his chest. "Do you think you'll be able to help her, or not?"

"I am optimistic," Obi-Wan said, finally turning in Anakin's direction to look him over. "You should be patient with her, Anakin. This was a serious loss for her."

"I know that," Anakin responded, his heart pounding, his anger jumping up a pitch. "I am being patient." Did Obi-Wan think he, Anakin, didn't know what you needed? How could Obi-Wan not see that your well-being was the most important thing in the world? Of course, Obi-Wan couldn't know about your relationship with Anakin...but didn't Obi-Wan realize the importance of keeping you alive, regardless? Didn't Obi-Wan realize how much danger you were in? Anakin took in the posture of his former Master, how calm Obi-Wan seemed, how superior, and felt his frustration grow. Obi-Wan sucked in a breath.

"She's grieving—" Obi-Wan tried, but Anakin cut him off.

"Felucia, Obi-Wan?!" Anakin rasped, his volume increasing. "That wasn't grief!" Anakin recalled again the way you had looked with your body limp, your eyes clouded over, milky white, unable to hear him, trapped in your own suffering.

"I'm looking into it," Obi-Wan responded quietly, lowering his eyes.

"Well, look harder," Anakin said, his breath coming out in a huff. He leaned forward again, looking to Obi-Wan beseechingly. "If she takes command of the 415th, and she doesn't have this under control—"

"If you don't trust her by now," Obi-Wan began, but Anakin cut him off again.

"Of course I trust her! But you know as well as I do—as well as Yuma did—that her gifts are a liability!"

"She is not a liability to the Order—"

"I don't give a kriffing gundark about the Order! I'm talking about her—her life. You need to help her, Obi-Wan. We need to...to find a way to make sure..." Anakin's breathing was heavy. He found himself looking down at his hands, his shoulders moving up and down quickly with his breath. He blinked, his fear overwhelming him.

"We will help her," Obi-Wan said, putting a bracing hand on Anakin's shoulder. "And she will help herself."

You sat, staring into the archive memory, sifting through the holobooks to find what you were looking for. The Temple library was quiet, the atmosphere one of focused attention. Something about it calmed you, but you also found it a bit unnerving, that every bit of galactic knowledge that existed could be found in these very archives.

Your stomach was full for the first time since Felucia; you were sitting upright, able to fight the weight of the grief that had been threatening for days to consume you. You felt exhausted, and sad, but it was a start. And after attending to your needs in the mess hall, you'd come straight here, to the Temple library. Even in the darkest parts of your grief—even when you'd been totally trapped under that weight—you'd known what you needed to do next. You'd been forming your plan. All you had needed was the strength to begin. And, thanks to your training with Obi-Wan, today you'd found it.

You used the controls to pull forth one of the holobooks, and as the holoimages came up, you sat down to focus. You felt yourself getting lost in the text, trying to remember everything. Your focus was so intense that you didn't feel his presence coming until he was right behind you.

"Why are you researching Galactic Sign Language?" Anakin asked, his hand gently stroking your shoulder. Such a small, subtle movement was likely to go unnoticed by those other Jedi in the archives, absorbed as they were in their own research. The sound of his voice made your body electrify—all of the longing, the guilt, and the desire passed through you at once. You shivered.

"It's a long story," you told him, turning around in your chair to face him full on.

"I'm sorry," you breathed, right as Anakin had said the same thing, leaning in toward you, his eyes wide. You felt the corners of your mouth turn up at the sides, and Anakin's face fell open, his surprise taking away his supplication.

"Me first," you said, getting up out of the chair and shutting off the hologram. As you faced Anakin, you felt through his emotions in the Force, sifting through as if the man in front of you were a different type of archive memory—one that was tangled, passionate, complex, brilliant, and beautiful. His emotions mirrored your own; you felt his guilt, his longing, his love for you. The first and most prominent emotion surrounding his presence was worry, and this made you feel even more guilty.

"I'm sorry I shouted at you," you told him quietly, aware of the others milling about the great library. "I'm sorry I took my anger out on you. It's only anger at myself—" Anakin looked as if he were going to cut you off, but you silenced him, holding up your hand. "I shouldn't have gotten angry with you at all. Not when you are so kind," you voice grew quieter, "and so loyal, and so patient with me." Your faces were closer together now; if anyone were to look over, they might wonder why you were having such an intense, whispered conversation. "I'm sorry I fell apart," you continued, feeling the hint of the tears pinpricking the corners of your eyes. You pushed through, closing your eyes to keep the tears from falling. "You shouldn't have to worry about me. I won't let it happen again. I promise I'll be here for you. With you."

"I'm the one who should be sorry," Anakin said eagerly, acting as if he were about to take your hands in his, and then looking around, thinking better of it. Instead, he surreptitiously reached up and brushed under your eye, stroking away the ghost of the tear that didn't fall. "I shouldn't have said anything about...I shouldn't have assumed I know anything about what it felt like for you, on Felucia."

You nodded, but really, he didn't need to apologize. You'd put your own words into his mouth; it hadn't been a fight between you and Anakin, but one between the warring sides of yourself. And you knew now that you needed to face those warring sides head on, and deal with them before they could manage to hurt anyone else.

"You don't have anything to apologize for," you said, pulling half of your mouth up in a small smile. Anakin's eyes were stars, on fire, the blue looking like it was burning, like it would melt out into the air.

"Obi-Wan said training went well," Anakin whispered, hopefully, looking around you for a moment before grazing your hand with his.

"I think it did," you whispered back, looking up into his eyes. You wanted nothing more than to take his face in your hands, but you held back. All this secrecy, you thought, might just drive you mad.

"And you'll tell me about your research..." he continued, glancing back at the archive computer behind you.

"Another time," you assured him, looking around again, making sure no one was close enough to overhear while you leaned in closer toward him. "You know that I love you," you breathed. Anakin's face broke into a joyful smile, his body leaning in closer to yours.

"You know," he said quietly so only you could hear him, "that I love you more than all of the books in this archive." He glanced back at the other Jedi, huddled in their research. "And more than all of the stars in the galaxy, and more than all of the galaxies in the universe." Anakin met your gaze, his sorrow gone, his eyes alight and mischievous. You felt the intention in his Force presence, and it made your insides turn over, your breath becoming short.

"And I love you more than whatever lies beyond that," you whispered, smiling up at him, your heart full. Anakin surreptitiously stroked his hand over the top of yours once again.

"Do you have much more research to do?" Anakin asked, his face forming a familiar, cocky smile.

"It can wait," you murmured, smiling and cocking your head as you strode past him toward the doors, gesturing for him to follow.

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lillylvjy · 2 years ago

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Only you.

a/n// well hello! long time since I’ve written and I kinda just mustered this up last night and called it a day. I hope you enjoy it even if it might be a bit shit. Also yes this is part of my Dr collective fics!

warnings// kissing, reader falls and hits their head, mentions of Tommy overworking himself, Tom and reader being children, pretty much pure fluff. If I missed anything please tell me.

cc!tommy x reader

wc: 1.2k

“You chose the wrong person to fuck with, love.” Tom said as he spun the saber in his hand.

Tom had been super busy lately. Not getting enough sleep, barely eating anything unless he had too, and always staring at his phone or computer screen, aggressively typing. He was streaming when he could, not taking breaks when he needed them, wanting to give his fans content. And you loved how much he loved all of them and how much he cared about his career, but you also cared about your boyfriend and his well-being. So when you finally got the chance to steal him away and convince him to take a break, you had came up with the best idea.

You had challenged the great Tommyinnit, or your boyfriend, to a lightsaber fight. He always spoke so highly of himself and his ability to beat anyone in a fight if he had too, which you and all of your friends knew was bullshit. But you wanted to challenge him into a different fight. One you knew he’d absolutely have a blast having with you.

“Oh did I now? What if I end up beating you, darling?” You asked Tom with a smirk as you start to circle around the living room, had moved everything out of the way for this specific event.

Tom scoffed as he started to move with you, bringing the lightsaber to a halt in his hands as he looked at you with a playful glint in his eyes. “Oh, sweetheart. I can assure you you won’t.” Tom raised his eyebrows at you as you smiled.

“We’ll see pretty boy. You don’t know the tricks I have up my sleeve.” You halted in place as you turned the lightsaber in your hand on, the toy making a loud striking sound as it slowly turned green.

Tom quickly turned his on, it making the same noise but turning blue. “Oh you’re on!” Tom challenged as he got in a stance, placing his saber out in front of him.

You quickly shortened the distance between the two of you as you swung the lightsaber to your left, quickly trying to hit toms exposed side but was quickly denied by his saber clashing into yours.

“You think you’re slick, huh?!” Tom exclaimed as pushed your saber back and quickly pushed his towards your side, barely skimming your stomach as your turned away from it.

“Actually-“ you smirked up at him as you leaned in closer to him, face close enough to feel his breathe against your cheek as you whispered in his ear. “I don’t think I’m slick. I just think I’m a good distraction.” You smiled up at him as he quickly scrambled back away from you, shaking his head.

“No, no. No, that won’t work on me.” Tom said with a determined voice, almost like he was talking to himself.

“Looks like it almost did.” You said, pointing out the blush that took over his face, laughing at how he quickly tried to change the subject by swinging the lightsaber around once again.

“Oh you’ll pay for this!”

“Will I now?!” You said with a playful smile as Tom quickly swung the saber to his right and clashed with yours. As Tom continued to strike anytime he could, you quickly realized how off balance you were from the continuous strikes. Once Tom let a blow to your left side, nearly getting you, you tripped over your feet and onto the floor, quickly laughing at the sudden events.

“Oh my god! Are you ok?! What hurts? Do I need to call an ambulance? Can you see me? Love I need you to an-“

“Tom! Tom. As much as I love to hear you talk, you need to calm down and talk slowly.” You cupped his cheek as you looked at his beautiful blue eyes.

Laughing lightly, he nodded and took a deep breathe, trying to calm down from the fight and from the heart attack he nearly had when you fell. “Are you ok? Anything hurt at all?”

Shaking your head lightly, you winced as you started to feel a slight throb in your head as you slowly sat up, Tom grabbing your waist quickly to help you. “Yeah I’m good besides hitting my head to hard on the ground. I’m like you now!”

“Oh fuck off!” Tom laughed out as he slowly helped you up to your feet and wrapped his arms around your waist. “May I add I haven’t gotten a concussion in a long time, one. Two, I didn’t look as graceful as you did when you fell.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment and slap his chest. “I’m just too cool to look bad, Simons.” You smiled up at him as you leaned closer, touching the tip of his nose with yours.

“Eh, are you though?” Tom joked back as he connected his forehead with yours.

“Shut up and kiss me, yeah?” You told Tom as he quickly nodded and gently pressed his lips against yours, softly pressing closer to you as he placed his hands to cup your face. Placing your hands on his chest, you grabbed his sweater and leaned up into the kiss and deepened it.

“What the hell did we just watch?!” You and Tom both jumped away from each other as you snapped your bodies towards the mystery voice.

“Seriously Wil?! You had to ruin the moment?” You looked behind the tall man to see your brother, Aiden, standing beside him, hitting his shoulder, giving him a unsatisfied look.

“How the hell did you two get in here? Also when did you get in here?!” You questioned the couple across the room as Tommy wrapped his arms around your waist and hid his face in your neck out of embarrassment, making a small groaning noise as Wilbur continued.

“You do remember that Aiden used to live here too?”

“Technically I still do but-“

“We also got here right when you guys started your little sword fight thingy-“

“Lightsaber!” You and Tom both yelled at Wil for disrespecting the name of the light up kid toys you were using earlier.

“Yeah Wil, lightsabers.” Aiden mocked as he started walking to his room as Wil followed him like a lost puppy, groaning about how it was “technically the same thing sense they weren’t real.”

As you sighed, you turned your body back to Tom and wrapped your arms around his neck. Tom pulled you closer to him as he peppered soft kisses on your neck.

“So? Who won?” You asked the blonde in curiosity while thinking back to where you left off.

“…… I don’t think anyone did.” Tom said as he leaned back up from your neck to his full height.

With a smirk on your face, you went over to one of the sabers lying on the floor. As you picked it up, you turned the toy on, smirking as it turned blue this time.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking, toms?” You asked your boyfriend as your turned around, spinning the lightsaber around in your hand.

“I think I am. Round 2? First one down is the loser?”

“Oh, absolutely.”

“You’re going down, sweetheart.”

“I’d like to see you try, pretty boy.”

taglist: @mysticalsoot @canonically-a-genloser (if I forgot anyone/if you want to be added, feel to message me or send an ask!)

#lilly writes #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit #tommy x reader #tom simons #cc!tommy #tommy x you #there’s like no tags for Tom wtf-

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that-one-kiddo-in-the-back · 4 months ago

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Star Wars needs more silliness... because the jokes are good enough.

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Once again, if you don't know, I'm what Lily would refer to as a Star Wars weeb. I live breath and shit Star Wars. You got it good. Let's dig in.

Not even a minute in before Lily starts complaining about how Star Wars is diving deeper into the lore of how the galaxy works. Even though she says she likes Star Wars, I never understood people who say they like something but don't want to know more about said thing.

She brings up that all the characters in the new Star Wars are basically the same character from older movies, which is kinda true, but that's also taking away the characters' motivation and story line she's uses Rey as an example saying "what if Anakin was a girl and a big dork." Which is kinda cute but completely ignores the fact that Rey and Anakin are nothing alike.

Now, I do agree with how Rey is a pretty refreshing character (and her video was made before TROS), but she's not as refreshing as she thinks Rey is. She even hit us with the "she's not like other girls," saying, "There is no mystery behind her origins. She wasn't linked to any characters of the past movie/books. She's just a force sensitive person who happened to get caught up in the war by circumstances." But then goes onto saying that no one liked that and that everyone wanted another, Luke. I am your father (which she called stupid)

She goes on a tangent about her complaints about TROS, which is valid. The last Star Wars movie was a big disappointment to anyone who liked the sequel. (I didn't like the sequels because I thought Finn would have made a better main character and the idea of a fascist soldier who was born into the army, learning that he was on the wrong side and worked to make up for his sins more interesting, also for what they did to Luke, Leia, Han, and everyone else from the original.)

After that, she brings up that everyone called Rey a Mary Sue, which is also dumb. She brings up the fact that Rey's force sensitive and uses Luke, Anakin, and Revan as examples of being overpowered, saying Luke had perfect had and Anakin had the reflexes of a god (idk much about Revahn so I'm skipping him) then mocks the people who cried over Rey not having any lightsaber training. But Luke and Anakin already had training in their own way. In the novelization of a new hope and even in the movie, it's stated that Luke would use wamp rats for target practice. Anakin was a slave who was bullied and probably beaten a lot, so he had to train himself to react faster. Anyone who's even been in a situation where you can't fight back will know that dodging and getting fast reflexes will help make sure you don't get hurt. Now, she uses her examples to explain that Rey would be able to beat Kylo in a fight because he's just a wimp. The nephew of Luke, who has been trained in the ways of the force since he was a child, is labeled as wimp. Technically speaking by Lily’s own logic, Kylo would have killed Rey in their first fight.

Okay, for those of you who care, I kinda write the blog post while watching the video, so I'm not even halfway done with this bullshit and I've already written 5 paragraphs of her video and she has yet to bring up why star wars needs more silliness... on to 6.

She then states that despite all her complaints about the movies (because she doesn't want to sound like a naiz), she really loves Rey and how... (this pissed me the fuck off) it brought life into Luke, Han, and Leia saying they were dull as crap. BITCH! I fucking love the original gang (they were my bi awakening) and when I heard they were bringing back the characters for the sequels I was very hesitant and I was right to be. The sequels did the gang so dirty, making Luke (the one who wanted to save his father, the man that chopped off his hand and killed millions of people and Jedi because he still had faith that his father was in there.) A mad man who tried to kill nephew because he had a scary dream of going to the dark side. They made Han (a badass who is a loving father and husband) a fucking deadbeat who lives in his van with his best friend. And they didn’t do shit for Leia she's not her sassy self or anything. She's just there for fan service.

She gets to her main problem with Star Wars saying, "They just rehash the same plot but with different seasoning. They all follow the exact same story: plucky underdog, every man rebels fighting against the evil empire." But the thing is that while sure Star Wars is just the same story over and over, it's the characters that I think is what makes it feel like it's something new. Seeing how different characters react to certain things. Luke wanted to be more than a farmer with fate, helping him become one of the strongest Jedi. Ezra only focused on keeping himself alive and not caring about anyone else to then becoming a strong leader with willing to risk his life for others. You aren't watching the same story with the copy and paste characters. You are seeing characters in the same situation dealing with it differently.

At the end of the video, she talks about her shity Star Wars fanfic and how that's how she would have written the sequels, which now that I realize what she had in mind with writing it explains why it's so fucking boring. why in the only 3 chapters I had read, nothing had happened. Thank god no one with a brain would ever leave her in charge of anything.

And of course, she can't make a video without insulting people for having a different definition of fun than her. Lily, for most people in the Star Wars exploring the lore and wondering how the rebels got the death star plans is fun for them, and most of us want to branch out from the force users to see how people in the galaxy deal with the empire. You know world building something Lily isn't good at.

Okay, this video really hurt to watch, and I completely hated it, and she didn't even explain why Star Wars needs more silliness she's just complaining about Star Wars even though she claims to love it.

#Youtube #lily orchard #lily orchard critical #lily peet #star wars

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 1 year ago

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tuesday again 1/23/2024

listen i got my last job through one of youse on here so weirder things have happened: i got fired bc the nonprofit wasn’t doing so hot. let me know if you have a weird data/database or market/tech research job. i promise my worksona is so so so nice and pleasant to work with. remote only, looking more in the $75k range but can be a bit flexible if it’s a cool enough job, i am in the central time zone of the USA and will not need sponsorship anywhere but DO need the cadillac of healthcare and dental plans. portfolio, publication list, and linkedin with my government name available on request!

listening

both of these are from my sister! this is another FULL ALBUM rec (good lord). The Offline’s album La couleur de la mer is a soundtrack to a movie that doesn’t exist, inspired by his long walks in the fog on the French Atlantic coast. a little spacey, a little soul, very sixties/seventies neonoir. i am quite fond of the very first track, Thème de la couleur de la mer.

she’s also sent me a bunch of tiktoks with Perfect (Exceeder) by Mason and Princess Superstar. hell of a goddamn music video for this thing. mid-aughts clubbing music at its finest. stopped me from dissolving into a puddle of emotions on the way to and from the vet today bc it’s too goddamn bouncy to be sad around

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reading

im reading a trilogy i want to discuss as a whole whenever the third one comes through as a library hold, and a book by a friend. i do not typically talk about books or fics by friends here bc none of them have ever asked for critique, and i dont want to play favorites or inadvertently miss someone’s work. so here’s a story about porn on Wikimedia, which is the kind of database drama and technical arguments that fascinate me.

given the number of articles from 404 Media i shout about here and elsewhere i really should sign up for their $5/mo subscription tier when i have a steady income again

watching

somehow missed Star Wars Visions 2, their second anthology of weird little shorts. i was not super impressed by the overall storytelling this time around, but it was fun to see them reach out to more global studios and see a wider range of styles. there’s some goddamn incredible stop motion in here.

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i particularly enjoyed Journey to the Dark Head, which not only has some interesting fringe Force believers and beliefs but has one of the sickest anime bullshit lightsaber fights in this season. this one is by Studio Mir, most known for the Legend of Korra.

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also really liked The Spy Dancer by Studio La Cachette, partly bc it’s incredibly beautiful and i like when Star Wars leans into art nouveau, and partly bc it felt the most like a complete short story. emotional arc and everything! strong beginning middle and end! this IS a really low bar, but a lot of the shorts this season did not have a coherent little story to tell or a strong emotional arc, or fumbled their arc partway through, and were just kind of vibes and animation showcases? nothing necessarily wrong with that, also how i felt about most of the last collection. my expectations are underground for any Star Wars media.

playing

as is tradition i dithered about this section the most. this is more of a What’s Next? planning ramble.

the laptop gets shipped back to my old job today so i will no longer have a working modern computer. i have to dig the switch out and see what’s up. maybe start a whole new run in breath of the wild or whatever the last pokemon game was. i think i also have the sword boyfriend game everyone was up in arms about two years ago? and i think i am somehow part of a switch family plan that lets me have some older games?

this section may look very different in the next ??? amount of time until i get a company laptop again. or finally replace the motherboard on my personal desktop but that sat in my car for several weeks during the heat wave this summer while i did not have an apartment and i am really REALLY afraid to open that box.

oh the free epic game this week is a platformer, a genre i have historically not cared about. godspeed to those of you who do

making

soup bc aldi had alphabet pasta and that jolted me out of myself for long enough i was briefly convinced making alphabet pasta soup would fix me. so i found this recipe while in aldi. despite this not being a very good soup or a very good recipe, i feel a little triumphant bc i now know enough to brown the tomato paste before putting it in the soup. unfortunately i overcooked the pasta. there’s kind of a lot of texture happening here, and i wish i had chopped things finer, but i will probably steal my best friend’s blender tomorrow and blitz some of it down.

it’s edible. im going to eat it all. it will not be going in the rotation

#this one has another album rec and a recipe #what am i becoming #this is also a little bit. Hm. feels weird to write bc i am a little drunk and very out of it #tuesday again #tuesday again no problem #Youtube

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The Fallout (A CodyWan Story)

Well, I'm back on my CodyWan bullshit again. I had a blast with this one. Action, adventure, repression, embarrassment, misery, anger, love confessions. It's got it all! Hope you enjoy!

Summary: When Cody does the unthinkable and disobeys order, he is unprepared for the ramifications to his relationship with his General. Ventress arrives at the perfect time to twist the vibroknife, leaving both Cody and Obi Wan struggling with how to proceed.

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The smell of blaster fire hung in the air as streaking red bolts flew over his head. Cody waved his arm, darting forward with his men. The droid army was descending on them and they had minutes to get to cover before they would all be destroyed.

Cody’s eyes searched through the charging hoard to find General Kenobi, his robes billowing behind him as he ran like some ethereal creature. He was a few meters out in front, running flat out, his lightsaber painting the red sky blue as he redirected blaster bolts.

They were closing in on their sanctuary when a thin, dark figure darted to the right, two glowing red lightsabers held in her grasp.

Obi Wan had seen her at the same time, likely sensed her before Cody even knew she was here. Ventress.

The General dropped back, making sure he was in earshot. “I’m going after Ventress. Continue on to safety. I will meet you.”

Cody shook his head, “You’ll need back up, Sir. I’ll come with you. Waxer and Boil can lead the men.

Both Waxer and Boil looked at each other and nodded confirmation to Cody.

“Not this time, Commander. Ventress likes to collect clones. I will comm you if I need help.” He said, leaping out of line and tearing across the battlefield diagonally, absentmindedly directing blaster bolts into droids as he did so.

Cody noticed something out of the corner of his eye as the General ran. Spider droids crawled up the sides of the buildings. He knew Obi Wan could take care of himself. He didn’t need Cody, but he still couldn’t leave it to chance.

Cody hesitated for a beat, “Get the men to cover. Comm if you need. I’m going after the General.” Cody said.

He could feel his brothers’ eyes on him through their visors. It was uncommon for Cody to disobey a direct order. He usually only did that If Obi Wan was injured, or about to be injured. They nodded their support and continued on as he followed the Jedi’s path.

Cody shot over his shoulder while trying to hail Obi Wan on his comm but the Jedi didn’t answer. The spider droid had noticed him, its metal feet clanking as he closed the gap on Ventress.

The Sith dashed into a glass building, and Obi Wan went to follow. Cody Wan wasn’t too far behind now, his blaster trained on the spider droid. At least if he shot at it, its attention would no longer be on Obi Wan.

Cody shot off continuous rounds, aiming for the large circular lens in the center of its head. Obi Wan hesitated as he heard the sound and turned around as the droid dropped down onto the duracrete, its legs breaking the ground beneath it.

“Go on, I’ve got this,” Cody called.

The droid’s head swiveled, seemingly trying to decide who to take on. Cody wasn’t going to give it a choice. He continued to fire, jumping out of the way as its main canon fired, the blast landing where he had been standing moment before.

Cody ran directly at it, pulling his virboknife from its sheath and sliding underneath the droid’s belly, slicing it open. He came out the other side in time to see Obi Wan’s blue lightsaber blade finish the job, slicing the canon off cleanly and jamming the pointed end of the blue energy sword through its glistening eye.

“I thought I told you not to follow, Commander,” Obi Wan said in an amused but cautionary voice.

“I took it as more of a suggestion, Sir.” Cody said, the smirk evident in his tone.

Obi Wan chuckled and shook his head as he made a dash for the door. Cody raised his blaster and followed.

The building was dark and abandoned. Cody looked up the long column like building, listening as the sound of metal clangs reverberated down the glistening durasteel platforms. He was sure this city had once been impressive, beautiful even, before the war. Now, like the building he found himself in, it was gutted and in ruins.

Obi Wan struck out first, likely sensing the assassin in the dark recesses of the building with the force. Cody had worked with the General long enough to always trust his insight and his senses, but he still wasn’t sure how it worked.

He heard a cackle above them and raised his blaster, moving it around to search for the perfect shot.

“Ah, Obi Wan. You’ve come to play.” The Sith’s silky voice called out, reverberating around the cavernous building.

“Did you miss me, my dear?” The Jedi responded in kind.

Cody rolled his eyes, still not used to Obi Wan’s constant need to flirt with the enemy.

They continued forward, Obi Wan slowly making his way up the sweeping staircase in the middle of the room, his Commander at his heels. Cody was still tracking the voice, methodically checking his eyeline for any hint of movement.

They made their way to the first floor, still in lock step, the hum of Obi Wan’s saber buzzing in Cody’s ear.

“Did you bring a friend for me, Obi Wan?” the voice called again, “how kind.”

Ventress was not one for subtlety and Cody knew he would be her first target, if he gave her the opportunity. This assassin cast fear into the hearts of his men. She had torn through a venator single handedly, cutting clones down with such efficiency she had become a cautionary tale amongst the shinies. She had been known to kiss clones as they died at her hand. Cody wouldn’t be giving her that opportunity today.

“Cody, you need to leave,” Obi Wan said, his eyes above him, voice firm.

“I’m staying, Sir,” Cody said, raising his blaster and continuing to follow on.

The hallway was dark, wires hung from open ceiling panels, a lifeless droid, its bottom half missing was hanging out of an open doorway.

“Cody. Leave.” Obi Wan growled, “That’s an order from your General.”

The Jedi’s voice was tight in his throat, something Cody had rarely heard before. Obi Wan never pulled rank, unless he was scared. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen his General scared before and wasn’t sure why he would be afraid of Ventress now, having fought her multiple times.

“She’ll cut me down as soon as I break rank, Sir. I’m staying whether you like it or not.” The clone said through gritted teeth. He didn’t care if he drew the ire of his commanding officer, this is where he was needed, to keep Obi Wan safe.

“Tisk, tisk, what’s this? A lovers quarrel?” Ventress’ voice drifted down from on high.

Obi Wan’s blue lightsaber glowed in the darkness, his left hand reaching out for Cody protectively.

“You’re always ruining my fun, Kenobi. Maybe I’ll take one of your toy soldiers for myself.” She said, gleefully. “This one looks like he’d put up a fight.”

The glow of two red lightsabers cast a sinister light over Obi Wan. Cody felt an invisible rope pull around his waist as the Jedi sent him soaring across the room and away from Ventress.

Their lightsabers clashed as the Sith assassin defied gravity, running up the walls and throwing her herself at the Jedi. But Obi Wan was more than a match for her.

Cody raised his blaster, but it was impossible to take a shot. They were moving so closely together, their blades whirring in slashes of blue and scarlet, their bodies dancing as their laser swords continued to clash. Chunks were taken out of the surrounding walls as the sabers crashed against them.

Obi Wan swirled his saber before retreating, lifting the blade aloft in his right hand, his left arm raised outwards, two fingers pointed at his target.

“You’re very defensive today, Obi Wan. Is this one your favorite?” she asked teasingly, her icelike eyes finding Cody as she rounded on him. “Not your usual type, I wouldn’t have thought. Show me your face, Clone. I must make sure you’re good enough for my dear Obi Wan.”

Cody heard a growl in his throat and expected a savage retort from his General. Obi Wan was never short of banter, especially when it came to Ventress, but the Jedi remained silent, slowly edging over to Cody protectively.

Ventress noticed too.

“What, no comeback? Have I caught you on a bad day? Or did I hit a little too close to home?” she asked, disappearing above them. Cody raised his blaster shooting at the ceiling, trying to track her movement in the tiles above.

“Every day is a bad day if I end up meeting you, my dear.” Obi Wan said, finding his voice again. His lightsaber thrummed as he changed position.

“The feeling’s mutual, Kenobi.” She said with a growl. “But unfortunately, I don’t have time to stay and chat.”

Ventress leapt down from the ceiling behind Cody, her sabers were centimeters from his head as he tried to crouch out of the way, his blaster raised, shooting blindly. Obi Wan was too far away to meet her with his lightsaber, instead grabbing her with the force in midair. She was suspended, eyes wide as he threw her to the other side of the room, slamming her through a wall.

Cody panted and as he looked at Obi Wan. The General’s face was set in a snarl he had never seen before, his chest heaving, sweat collecting at his temples.

Ventress coughed and scrambled to her feet, limping. The dark shadows on her face making her look more menacing than ever.

“You’ll pay for that, Kenobi.” she said as she raised her fist high and pulled down, bringing half of the ceiling, and likely the couple of upper floors down on top of them.

Obi Wan flew to Cody’s side, his arms outstretched over his head, using the force to protect them both as the rubble fell around them. The ground beneath their feet shook alarmingly, the floor slanting. Cody’s hand shot to Obi Wan’s wrist, his other hand grabbing onto one of the railings overlooking the entrance hall as the floor collapsed beneath them.

Cody grunted under the weight of Obi Wan. The Jedi shut off his lightsaber, hooking it to his belt one handed, and climbed up his Commander to get his own handhold on the railing. They hung on the twisted metal and watched as the durasteel floor fell, slamming into the tile foyer below.

Cody felt his heart rattling against his rib cage and he heard the faint snap, hiss of Ventress’ lightsaber dissipating.

“Cody, if you let go, I can lower you down carefully.”

Cody looked at Obi Wan, “you’re sure you can…manage that, Sir?” he asked, hoping he didn’t sound as nervous as he was.

“I think I can handle it, yes.” The Jedi said a little snippily for Cody’s liking. He was angry.

“Okay, Sir.” Cody said, taking a deep breath and letting go. Instead of plummeting, which is what he expected, Obi Wan lowered him gently, so his feet softly kissed the floor.

He waited expectantly as Obi Wan then slowly lowered himself to the floor, dusting off his robes as he landed.

“Well, I’ll say one thing for Ventress. She certainly knows how to make a dramatic exit,” Cody said, hoping to lighten the mood.

Obi Wan scowled, “I told you to leave, Commander.”

“She would have killed me before I got out of the building, Sir. You know that.”

“Then perhaps you should have followed my initial order not to follow at all.” Obi Wan said, his voice raised louder than Cody had ever heard it before.

“And let you get taken out by a spider droid?”

“I am here to protect you, Commander, not the other way around.” Obi Wan said, taking a step forward so there was almost no space between them.

“I disagree, Sir. It is my job as your Commander, to support and protect you.” Cody could feel the blood rushing to his face and took off his helmet. If Obi Wan wanted to have this out here, then they should do it face to face.

“You could have died.” Obi Wan said, softer this time. His eyes downcast.

“And so could you.” Cody said.

Both men stood there, huffing as the aggression slowly drained out of them.

“Cody, the next time I engage Ventress, you mustn’t follow. She knows I…care for you, now. She’ll try to use that against me. Use you against me, and I don’t want to be responsible for your…”

“You protected me like you would any other clone, Obi Wan…” Cody said, resting his hand on the General’s shoulder.

“It’s not just that. Her barbs were pointed. She sensed…something…”

“Because you…care for me…” Cody supplied, trying to understand.

“Yes,” Obi Wan said, not lifting his head but looking up at his commander.

The two men stood amongst the rubble of the building, still so close their noses were almost touching. Cody could smell the oil Obi Wan used on his beard, the warm scent so sweet he wanted to taste it.

Was Obi Wan saying what he thought he was saying?

Cody had always been attracted to Obi Wan in the way most clones fell for their commanding officers. The jedi were brave, protective and honorable. What was not to like? But something about Obi Wan was different. His ability to straddle the line between lawful and menace was more charming than Cody cared to admit. His strong build, handsome face, and sandy hair that flopped over his eyes, were features he couldn’t have dreamed up in the perfect partner. And here he stood, his face centimeters from Cody’s, his lips tantalizingly close. It would only take a nudge to connect, to feel Obi Wan’s lips on his.

But Cody had always been professional to a fault, at least until today. Disobeying two orders in a day was a record for him. Should he just throw caution to the wind and make three possibly life altering mistakes?

Cody took a deep breath and…

“Sir,” he shouted, pulling the Jedi down to the floor and throwing himself on top of him. A girder from above had come loose and was falling towards them. Cody braced himself for impact, but it never came. He looked above, Obi Wan’s hand was outstretched, the girder hung in midair, floating slowly down and to the left.

“Sorry, Sir” Cody said, his hand on Obi Wan’s chest as he pressed himself up. The Jedi placed his hand on top of his.

“Don’t be,” he said, his twinkling blue eyes littered with mischief. The Jedi’s other hand reached up, his index finger gently tracing the scar on the left side of Cody’s face.

Cody hesitated before sinking lower. The Jedi’s lips were tormentingly close. He took a breath in, closed his eyes and in the place of Obi Wan’s soft mouth, he felt his index finger gently meet his lips.

He opened his eyes to see the rejection in one soul crushing movement. Obi Wan’s eyes were sad but determined as he shook his head almost imperceptibly.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” Cody said hurriedly, scrambling off the General and standing up. He offered his hand to him and noticed the Jedi hesitate before taking it.

“Thank you, Cody,” he said, ever polite. He held Cody’s hand a beat too long before letting go. Whatever was going on in the General’s mind, it didn’t seem Cody would be privy to it any time soon.

A screeching piece of metal crashed in the distance and brought them back to reality.

“We should probably get out of here,” Cody said, grabbing his helmet from under some rubble and throwing it over his head quickly. He didn’t want Obi Wan to see his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, didn’t want Obi Wan to see him at all, actually.

They picked their way through the rubble to the door, now hanging off its hinges and hurried to join the rest of the men.

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Cody had every intention of avoiding Obi Wan for the foreseeable future and it seemed that the Jedi may have had the same idea. He hadn’t seen a trace of him since they had boarded the Venator after the campaign. He would have assumed he had left the ship for a mission had Admiral Yularen not reported having a conversation with him that same day.

Cody was on the bridge when he was informed the General had asked to see him. He marched to Obi Wan’s quarters like a man heading to his death. No good could come of this. Maybe he would get reassigned or sent back to Kamino. The thought of leaving, of not seeing Obi Wan every day made his stomach lurch uncomfortably.

He paused at the door, fist raised to knock when the door slid open knowingly. Obi Wan sat on his bed with his legs crossed and eyes closed. The room was dimly lit around the perimeter, casting a calming light that seemed torturous to Cody given the impending conversation.

As he crossed the threshold and stepped down into the room, the door slid shut behind him.

“Thank you for coming,” Obi Wan said, finally opening his eyes and letting out a heavy sigh.

“Sir,” was Cody’s only response. He stood to attention, his helmet clasped under his arm. He wished he had put it on before arriving. It would be easier to have this conversation if Obi Wan couldn’t see his face.

“You can relax, Cody.” Obi Wan said, uncrossing his leg and scooching to the edge of the bed, “You’re not in trouble. I…I asked you here so I may apologize.”

“Apologize, Sir?” he said, not entirely sure he understood.

Obi Wan sighed again and ran his hands over his face. On closer inspection the Jedi looked exhausted, as though he hadn’t slept in days. His sandy hair was neat as usual but had a greasy sheen that implied limited trips to the fresher since they returned to the ship.

“Cody, I must apologize for my behavior the other day. I…I was inappropriate and I’m sorry if my actions led you to…I didn’t mean to lead you on I…”

Obi Wan sighed again and Cody could see the weight of the galaxy suspended on his shoulders. He seemed unable to form a cohesive thought.

“I didn’t intend to embarrass you, Cody. I’m sorry if I did. I…we…we can’t.”

Cody felt a prickle of irritation streak up his spine. He wasn’t sure why he suddenly felt so bold. He had buried his feelings for Obi Wan deep over the time he had known him. Assuming his crush would vanish and would never be reciprocated. But now he knew the truth, it was reciprocated. He hadn’t imagined those looks, those lingering touches, those subtle innuendos meant just for his ears. Obi Wan felt it too. But he was refusing to admit it.

“Why?” Cody asked firmly. He had arrived with every intention of saying as little as possible and leaving as soon as he was able. But now he was here, he was determined not to leave without answers.

“Cody, I am your commanding officer, a General in the Grand Army of the Republic and a member of the Jedi Council. As such, I answer to those other than myself. If news of a relationship between a Jedi and his Commander were to get out it would cause a scandal and would reflect poorly on the Republic itself. It would impede my ability to do my job. And you, yours. It would look like I was taking advantage of you.”

“But we would know the truth.”

“In war perception is everything.” Obi Wan replied impatiently.

“Permission to speak freely?” Cody asked, still standing to attention. He was suddenly oddly aware of his body. He felt sweat prickle under his blacks and desperately tried to stop his mouth from saying what his brain had already prepared.

“You always have permission with me, Cody,” Obi Wan said fondly, a faint smile cast on his lips.

“I think you’re scared, Sir. I think If I were a Duchess and not a clone, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

Obi Wan recoiled as if he had been slapped. “The situation with Satine was…different.” He said.

“How so?” Cody asked, not willing to let it drop.

“Cody, I…I was able to keep a distance with Satine, a line that I did not cross. I can’t do the same with you.”

“Why, Sir?” Cody asked doggedly.

“Cody, please…”

“I deserve to know why, Obi Wan.” He shot back, his temper just below the surface. He was hurt and it was starting to show.

The Jedi sighed, his shoulders slumping deeper, his hand raking through his hair and holding it in a fist as he thought.

“Because I can’t focus around you, Cody. I can’t breathe when you aren’t near. I worry if you are out of my sight on the battlefield for a second. My mind is in a constant state of division, half on the task at hand and half on you, searching for your presence in the Force. You are the Sun I am constantly pulled towards. One I am cursed to orbit but never reach. Ventress sensed it. You are a target now, because of me.”

Cody felt like he had been punched in the stomach but suddenly understood. He closed the gap between himself and Obi Wan, his features softening as his hand reached up and stroked the Jedi’s hair out of his eyes.

“You…love me, Obi Wan” he stated. His voice soft but confident.

The Jedi’s tortured blue eyes traced over his face, taking in every centimeter.

“Cody I…I do. Most ardently. But it cannot be.”

“Why?” Cody whispered softly, his fingers training down Obi Wan’s face into his beard.

“I have formed an attachment to you. One that threatens to pull me under with every passing day. My need for you, my want of you. My love for you. It could set the galaxy aflame.”

“Only if you let it, Obi Wan. You will feel these things whether we are together or not. It won’t go away. But if you give into it, celebrate it, you would have me to help pull you away from the darkness, should it arise.”

“Cody,” Obi Wan said, almost pleadingly.

Cody leaned forward and whispered delicately in his Jedi’s ear, “You said I was the sun, Obi Wan. Let me be your light.”

“I could not ask that of you, Cody.”

“You don’t have to. I’m offering… Because of my love…for you.”

Whatever the Jedi had expected him to say, it wasn’t that. Obi Wan’s sparkling blue eyes were thrown wide.

They were so close now, closer than they had been amongst the rubble days ago. Cody could have easily closed the gap, just rolled on the balls of his feet and collided with his General, but he didn’t. This was Obi Wan’s choice. It had to be.

Cody kept his watchful eyes on his Jedi, seeing every possible emotion cross his face until his lips fell into a resolute line. His stomach fluttered as he waited for Obi Wan’s response and felt his heart sink as he watched him take a step back and turn away from him. Cody lowered his gaze, lost for a moment.

“Kriff it,” Obi Wan said, turning back and closing the space between them as superhuman speed, his lips finding Cody’s immediately, his hand grasping his face tightly as if to never let him go.

Was it possible to feel the force flow through another person? Cody had no real understanding of the Jedi or their ways but if there was a mystical force binding everything together, Cody was sure it was wending its way through his and Obi Wan’s bodies, tying them together as their mouths connected hungrily.

He hadn’t known he needed it, wanted it so badly until it was here and now, he couldn’t break apart from him. He didn’t want to stop this feeling for a second.

He felt Obi Wan’s hand on the back on his head, his fingertips stretching into his hair and clawing at his scalp possessively. He cradled the Jedi’s face in his hands, pulling away just enough to see his glistening lips and seductive eyes. His stomach lurched in longing. Obi Wan may have fallen into Cody’s orbit, but he was the only reason for Cody to shine.

When they finally broke apart it was to the sound of the ship exiting hyperspace. Cody smiled as he looked at Obi Wan, delicately brushing his hair out of his face. Obi wan raised his hand to Cody’s face, cupping his cheek and tracing his thumb over his lips.

“Perhaps we could continue this conversation later, Commander.” Obi Wan said with a grin on his pink, puffy lips.

Cody chuckled and nodded, “I’m at your service, Sir.” He knelt down to pick up his helmet, but Obi Wan extended his hand lazily and floated the helmet up into his Commander’s hands.

“Well, now you’re just showing off.” Cody said with a chuckle. “I’ll see you later.”

“Cody?” Obi Wan called after him as he reached for the door.

“Hmm?”

“I am in love with you.” He said confidently, drawing himself to his full height and brushing his hair out of his eyes resolutely.

“I am in love with you, too.” Cody replied, enveloping him once more and making sure they would both be late for work.

#codywan fanfic #codywan fic #codywan #tcw obi wan #tcw cody #commander cody #obi wan x cody #cody x obi wan #codywan comfort #love confessions #fluff and angst #fluff and romance #asajj ventress #Obi Wan Vs. Ventress #catty Ventress

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magnetarbeam · 11 months ago

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I'm too tired to really be capable of coherence, but my ideas about the TCW-based fighter pilot drama fic - I've called it Jedi Ace so far - aren't very coherent yet anyway, so I feel like I can infodump about that.

This is meant to be about a whole squadron of pilots, which is twelve, but I want the most focus of those to be on Ahsoka and the troopers Kickback and Swoop, the only survivors of her fuckup at Ryloth. I've seen one or two fics that have her apologize to them after it, and I think in all of them they forgave her for it for reasons that revolve around that she was a kid forced into a command position with no choice and no training. Here, I want to acknowledge, in some capacity of substance, that there was more to it than that.

Yeah, it was Ahsoka not knowing what she was doing, but it was also her not thinking things out because her outstanding (for her age) skills at stuff like lightsaber combat had gone to her head and she assumed she'd be able to do this too.

(For what it's worth, I wouldn't be too surprised to learn that Filoni thought she would have been able to take out a Lucrehulk with just the lasers on her Delta-7B, but in this case that ignorance is actually useful.)

And of course, Ahsoka also constantly feels the need to prove to her Master that she's good enough for him, so he doesn't decide to give her back after all, which she failed to do here.

The first thing I really need to do here is come up with actual characters for Kickback and Swoop, but I have a hard time imagining them both forgiving her instantly in this. Part of it depends on how much time actually passed between the two assaults on the blockade forces over Ryloth. If it was, like, a couple days, there could be time for some emotional processing.

(My Legends-supremacist attitudes are gonna bleed through a bit here because I'm using the books' description of Ryloth, and also completely rewriting the second assault to neutralize the bullshit about Ahsoka having come up witn the Marg Sabl, which itself is discussed in a completely fucking different context in the books.)

In any event, I want them to have forgiven her enough to fly with her again by the turn of the second year of the war. The setup for how she finds out about their Force-sensitivity is a battle I'm not gonna go into full detail about, but I'm using a generous dose of Canon-Typical Inaccurate Astrophysics by having it take place in the Roche system (I have no idea what side, if, any, the Verpines actually took in that war, but I like it as setup here, so I'm not gonna change it unless I specifically find out that they weren't loyal) when fleet elements working with the 501st and 327th are reprovisioning after retreating from Felucia for the fuckteenth time. For this battle, Kickback has to be transferred out of Ahsoka's squadron (which at that point is her Delta-7B and eleven of the weird clone spinoff models of the Z-95) and put in charge of twenty-three shinies in BTL-B Y-Wings. For tactical reasons, the fighters are limited to communications of a sufficiently low power to only reach the distances of a single squadron's formation.

Here, I've chosen to reference one of the few bits of IRL naval history I actually know, which is the Battle of Midway, and how (at least the way it was told to me) it was basically just dumb luck that the one guy's bomber squadron showed up to the Japanese fleet at exactly the same time that all the Zeros were going after the other guy's bomber squadron.

This time, however, the "dumb luck" of their two squadrons coordinating their attack perfectly, without comms, makes Ahsoka suspicious because she knows just as well as any other Jedi what that can be a sign of. After she investigates, she finds that Kickback and Swoop are both not only Force-sensitive, but have already formed a bond through which they're unconsciously coordinating in combat.

A few months later, the first operational squadron of the new Eta-2 Actis interceptors are delivered to the Resolute. These are not only faster than the preceding Delta-series interceptors, but they're also intended for mass production and use by clones and regular natborn pilots in addition to Jedi, who can strip out a bunch of sensor and targeting systems and cut mass to make them even faster, and they have to rely on the Force to make up for the ship's own capabilities that were stripped out. Ahsoka is inspired by this, and the sensitivity of two of her pilots, to conceive an idea that she presents to Anakin and Yularen: A full squadron of the new interceptors, all stripped down to Jedi specs, and flown by Ahsoka herself and eleven clones with the necessary ability and training to coordinate in combat through the Force.

Yularen and Anakin have their doubts about whether it'll work, especially since finding that many clone troopers with Force ability, let alone training them, is going to take weeks. (If I was not constrained by the timescale of the entire war, it would be a lot longer.)

Nevertheless, Anakin agrees to put the word out among the other battalions(/legions/what-the-fuck-ever) asking for more troopers that are suspected or confirmed as Force-sensitive, and in the meantime Ahsoka works on more training for Kickback and Swoop as the start of the idea.

That's about my attention span for now.

#star wars #star wars the clone wars #star wars legends #ahsoka tano #clone troopers #501st legion #force sensitive clones #force sensitive clone troopers

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jedi-enthusiast · 1 year ago

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My Thoughts on Episode 2

I have now moved into my dorm and gotten more used to college life, so here is the post about Ahsoka episode 2 as promised---keep in mind, though, just like episode one these are just my thoughts upon first watching it. They may change or I may go into further detail on them in the future.

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Once again, the scenes just feel...so utterly hollow and flat.

There's no emotion exchanged when Sabine and Ahsoka talk---neither Ahsoka nor Sabine ever actually seem worried- (whether it's about Sabine or the map) -nor do they ever seem stubborn, defensive, irritated/angry, or anything else that you would expect.

Again, it's all just hollow.

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I'm gonna be honest, the villains are the singular interesting part of this show for me right now.

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LOTH CAT!!!

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So, even though other people have literally died by getting a lightsaber to the gut, Sabine is perfectly fine to be sitting up and working on a droid and moving around like...a day or so afterwards?

The fuck?

Even if her surviving is possible- (since other people have pointed out that it is, when taking other things into account) -she shouldn’t be all fine and dandy and moving around! That shit should hurt!

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Also, I've seen so many people point to Ahsoka telling Sabine- "no, you've done enough." -when Sabine says she can help as this badass line and saying- "yes, let Ahsoka be angry!" -but, ignoring the fact that there was no emotion whatsoever when she said that...

...how is it badass or "sticking it to Sabine" when she literally goes back to Sabine for the help she offered like an hour later?

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Again, Sabine should not be moving like that after getting stabbed with a lightsaber.

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"Yes, let's put this whole hospital full of people in danger because we can't be bothered to relocate, because of a timeline that we have not been very clear about---a timeline that may or may not have consequences, because we also haven't been very clear about why the timeline is the way it is or what will happen if it's not followed."

Wow, this show is just...really trying to make me not like or root for these characters at all.

I'm just...wow.

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I've said it once and I'll say it again, the villains are the only interesting part of this show right now.

Also, I fucking loved Baylan mentioning Jedi younglings and that little snippet of Jedi culture---the fairytales they were taught.

Although I do think it's fucking nuts that the Darksider, the villains, are giving us more insight into Jedi culture than the actual fucking "Jedi" of the show.

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CHOPPER!!!

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Someone else explained it better in another post- (I'll reblog and add it here once I actually find it again) -but the guy that's playing the "businessman who's only loyal to his investors- (aka he does things for greed)" -is an actor, who I think is Jewish if I'm remembering correctly, who is known for playing pretty much only Jewish characters...

...I don't think I need to explain how making his character one who does things only for greed is antisemitic.

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Again with the Sabine as a Jedi thing???

Non-Force-sensitives can't become Jedi---being a Jedi is being apart of a culture that is specifically centered around Force sensitivity!!!

And Sabine already has a culture, she's Mandalorian for fuck's sake!

Just-

I'm sorry, this whole fucking thing pisses me off---she better turn out to be Force-sensitive and Dave is just retconning that, because otherwise I'm going to lose my goddamn mind.

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"I heard your repairs were complete."

Except they shouldn't be because she literally got stabbed with a fucking lightsaber, it should take longer than just about a day to heal---with or without a bacta tank.

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I swear to fucking god-

Not this bullshit again.

Please, please, I'm begging, just retcon Sabine to be a little bit Force-sensitive and don't pull some "non-Force-sensitive Jedi can be a thing" bullshit. Please-

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"I'm a general, nothing's classified to me."

That's not how that works.

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CHOPPER AGAIN!!!

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I love Chopper so much istg, I'm at least glad my favorite homicidal droid is back in action <3

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LOTH CAT AGAIN!!!

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Ok, this scene is reminding me of it specifically, but why hasn't Sabine been wearing her armor? We literally never see her without it in Rebels and being Mandalorian is a huge facet of her identity, why has she not been wearing it?

Once again, I assume this'll be explained later, so I'm trying to hold back my judgement, but if it's not explained later then...honestly it's just confusing.

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Wow, so not only was the Jewish actor cast to play someone whose motivation is greed, but they also made him a bad guy...just...wow.

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*long sigh at Ahsoka calling Sabine "padawan"*

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Oh hey, the big evil bad guy station kinda fucks ngl

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I'm gonna be honest, Baylan---again, the bad guy---honestly shows more emotion at there being "so few Jedi left" than Ahsoka---who's supposed to be the good guy, and who's apparently just decided to take up the Jedi mantle again---does.

Also, isn't this show set before the Sequels?

So how are there "so few Jedi left" if Luke is building a new Order that's apparently successful enough to have Order 66 2.0 in the Sequels?

#star wars #ahsoka series #ahsoka spoilers #ahsoka tano critical

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thesummerstorms · 1 year ago

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Don't ask me why I'm having SW feelings bc I don't know where they came from, but I'm back on my Eldritch!Last Fullier Force bullshit.

I don't normally even like horror, but for some reason I've got this ghost story in my head of Kast Fullier's ghost testing Etain, except it's more like the Force is wearing him as a cloak. And as they have their exchange, his face slowly morphs closer to what it was at the time of his death, tortured to his grave by Ghez Hokan.

Etain still calls him "Master".

His face ripples again, until the stream changes and it's a face Etain only knew from holos. Rhosaar, her master's master, whose dying blood stained the belly of a slave ship. She smiles gently at Etain, her throat still slit.

Etain calls her "teacher".

And finally They become a shadow from millennium before Etain was born- but one who knows her path better than most ever could. Targe Vizsla extends his open hand, his eyes gone as black and vast as galaxies.

Etain calls him "ancestor". It's presumption on her part, but his laugh would be kind if it didn't echo so.

A ghost The Force hands her back her lightsaber, and she accepts it with all its weight. These are the lessons the Purge taught her, that she is learning still.

(There is no Death, there is the Force.)

(technically, no non-Forse sensitive should be able to see this, but at the same time it would just add to the vibes if one of her family is there watching all this like "what the fuck what the fuck what fuck-")

#repcomm #repcom #i imagine depending on the person who's with her the response also ranges from *tries to shoot the ghost* to melancholy to 'i do not fucking #get paid enough for this #etain lives au #Etain Tur-Mukan #republic commando

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photogirl894 · 1 year ago

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I have a minor thought to share about the latest Ahsoka episodes below the cut...only look if you've watched them.

For people who are complaining about Sabine getting stabbed by a lightsaber and surving...

Y'all ever heard of bacta? 😑

Seriously, it literally shows her waking up in what appears to be a med room and in med clothing. They weren't that far from the city, so Ahsoka was most likely able to get her back in time to get her proper medical attention. Plus, she was stabbed in her side more than her gut, which isn't always fatal. Hence why she was able to survive.

And comparing what happened to Qui-Gon, Satine or characters like the Grand Inquisitor or Reva? Well, let's look at that.

Qui-Gon: stabbed pretty much directly between his gut and his chest, a more fatal area of the body, and was not in a position to get medical help right away. Same with Satine. Hence why they died.

Grand Inquisitor? It was the whole "my hatred/the Dark Side kept me alive" bullshit, which frankly I just feel is a cop-out just to keep villains alive (looking at you, Maul! Not complaining that they kept him alive cuz he turned out to be an awesome character, but that whole reasoning just seemed cheap as if they couldn't think of a legit reason of how they could bring him back)

As for Reva, I'm pretty sure it was the same as Sabine, but it's been a while since I've watched Kenobi, plus I'm fairly certain that it doesn't really show where she got stabbed anyway. It was most likely more of a flesh wound than anything truly fatal.

Overall, the point is: it's not just "anyone in Star Wars survives lightsaber stabs now"; it's the fact that they have bacta and advanced healing technology that helps with that. It's not "dishonoring" Qui-Gon or Satine's deaths in any way, like I've seen people say. That's just ridiculous. It's not anything out of the ordinary, yet so many people seemed shocked or offended by this. It's not that hard to figure out if you just pay attention. If characters can survive being freaking chopped in half by a lightsaber, then this really shouldn't be surprising and is nothing in comparison. Again, also with proper medical help.

Seriously, have y'all forgotten this is Star Wars? 🤨

#ahsoka #ahsoka series #ahsoka spoilers

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running2reanimation · 2 years ago

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Dark Lord: I’m going to hell.

Purple: Probably.

Dark Lord: I'll pick you up?

Purple: *nodding* Carpool.

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Dark Lord, holding a toy lightsaber: I’m Darth Vader!

Chosen One: I’m done with everyone’s bullshit.

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Chosen One: How did you break your leg?

King: Do you see those porch stairs?

Chosen One: Yes.

King: I didn't.

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Dark Lord: And then they ran into my knife. They ran into my knife ten times.

King: You mean you stabbed them?

Dark Lord: They ran into my knife.

—

Purple: ARE YOU-

Dark Lord: Fucking.

Purple: KIDDING ME?! YOU-

Dark Lord: Fucking.

Purple: IDIOT!

Chosen One: …What was that?

Dark Lord: King banned Purple from swearing, so I’m helping them out.

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Dark Lord: If you get in trouble, I'm gonna be like... a lawyer to you. Ok?

Purple: Okay.

*later*

Chosen One: Purple! Sit down on the chair, you're in trouble.

Dark Lord, whispering: Deny everything.

Purple, loudly: That isn't a chair.

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Dark Lord: God has let me live another day and I'm going to make it everyone's problem

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Chosen One: *eyes glowing* Go to Bed. This is no longer a request, This is now a Threat.

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*Dark Lord drunkenly wanders around the house and Purple is drunkenly giggling*

King, completely sober: *sighs* Well, looks like it's just me and you against the world, Chosen One.

Chosen One, going to their room: Nope, just you. *shuts door*

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Purple: Don't joke about murder. I was murdered once and it offends me.

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Purple: Dinosaurs aren't extinct. I mean, King is walking in this room.

Dark Lord: *wheeze*

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Purple: No problemo!

Purple, internally: But it was all problemo.

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Dark Lord: I could kill you if I wanted.

Purple: Yeah? So could any other human being. So could a dog. So could a dedicated duck. You aren't special.

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Dark Lord: Look, I know you think my judgement's clouded because I like King a little bit.

Chosen One, holding Dark Lord's notepad: You doodled your wedding invitation.

Dark Lord: No, that's our joint tombstone.

Chosen One: My mistake.

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Dark Lord: Y’know, maybe things aren’t so bad. I’m here. I got the nice ocean breeze. Just alone with my thoughts.

Purple: Hey, Dark Lord.

Dark Lord: GODDAMNIT

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Purple, Entering King's room: Chosen One did it again.

King: Peace disturbance?

Purple: What no-

King: Arson..?

Purple: NO, JESUS CHRIST, HOW MANY-

King: uh....Attempted murder?

Purple: NO, THEY ATE ALL THE FOOD IN THE FRIDGE, BUT WHAT THE FU-

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Chosen One: If I see a bug, I simply leave the room elegantly and require someone else do something about it.

Chosen One: If no one fulfills my wish, I simply never go back in there

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King: What's gone wrong, Dark Lord?

Dark Lord: Hey! That’s one hell of a thing to say to a person. Just because I’m calling doesn’t mean there’s a crisis.

King: That’s technically true, I suppose. Why are you calling?

Dark Lord: Well... There’s a crisis

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King: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

Chosen One: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.

King: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

Chosen One: Is it working?

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Dark Lord: Hey, King. These candies you gave me? They sucked.

King: But you ate them all.

Dark Lord: I had to make sure they all sucked.

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King: *about Dark Lord and Chosen One* They make a cute couple, huh?

Purple: They certainly are standing next to each other.

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Dark Lord: That shirt looks great, Chosen One.

Chosen One: Thanks.

Dark Lord: But I bet it would look even better on King's floor.

King: Are you hitting on Chosen One... for me?

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*At the police station*

King: Hi, I’m here for Dark Lord.

Police officer: Who’s Dark Lord?

King: Ah, you must be new.

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Dark Lord: When I see initials carved into a tree with a heart I think it’s so romantic. Two lovers on a date... one of them carrying a knife for some reason.

#incorrect quotes #domesticity au edition #domesticity #king #purple #dark lord #chosen one

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enkisstories · 1 year ago

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Daniel: “And what mission would that be, if I may ask, Lord Kylo?”

Kylo: "I know where a wayfinder is hidden..."

Connor: "A wayfinder!"

Kylo: "...that shows the way to Exegol."

Connor: "You know where one of the fucking wayfinders ended up at, but make me fight Daniel for the shits and the giggles? You could have said a word earlier! We could already be off and halfway to our destination!"

Kylo: "Ey?"

Connor: "You... typical... showy... moronic... good for nothing... dark side users. “Lord” Kylo - when you're done wasting my time, prepare a ship, while I go grab some proper clothes!"

Kylo: “Cooperation? That comes unexpected!”

Connor: “Daniel - you’re coming along, too! The way you have improved, you will be of great help and, well, maybe if we spend time together, we can bridge our differences, after all.”

Kylo: “I daresay I have a say in this!”

Connor: “Aw, shit, of course! Kylo Ren, would you prefer to control me through the Force all through this quest, fighting my will every step of the way and making yourself vulnurable in this fashion, or will you take Daniel along to ensure my cooperation?”

Kylo: “Daniel - pack your things. We’re leaving tomorrow morning.”

Connor: "What kind of world are we headed for?”

Kylo: “You’d love to know, don’t you?”

Connor. “Ah, right. Dark sider bullshit again. I’ll pack for a variety of climate zones and obstacles, then.”

Kylo: “Do you see that, Daniel? He’s almost skipping from excitement. If only the rest of you combined had the same motivation!”

Daniel: “...then you’d be dead.”

Daniel realizes that he has overstepped one boundary too many, but there is no taking back his words, just like the truth of them wouldn’t have went away if they’d never gotten spoken out loud.

The next moment Daniel already sees red - front, left, right, up and down, it is as if he was standing in a shower of crimson energy, as the lightsaber flashes around the knight with uncanny precision.

One Kylo Ren - tantrum later Daniel stands de-robed. Fortunately he is always wearing his leightweight leather clothes under the robes.

The humiliation could have been worse, but Daniel’s heart is still pounding from fear. It could just as well have been himself getting sliced into tiny slivers by the leader of the Knights of Ren instead of just his overcoat.

#sims4journeytobatuu #star wars #simblr #battleforbatuu4

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rogueshadeaux · 2 years ago

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Chapter Twenty — Gambit

“He set them up to die!” She interrupted me, voice surprisingly shrill. “Something has to change if we as a species are going to survive! If we want sanctuary, we have to take it. We’re not going to be given grace otherwise.” Her face hardened, and something in her eyes changed that made the waters around my forearms build almost instinctively. “And I am not going to let anyone get in our way again.”

6.2k Words | 23 min read time | TRIGGER WARNING: canon typical violence, drowning, injury, body horror, death.

She waved a hand, and pillars of concrete shot out of the Sound, their tops growing rapidly and lacing together to create a large platform for her to land on. Brent’s wings grew back on him and he dove towards her as I pushed pressure into the waterspout below me and let it spit me out, soaring through the air on my own arch of sorts.

Brent got to her first. He pulled back in his flight, legs swinging out from under him to kick her in the chest and send her sprawling further back. She hit the platform with a splat that almost made me feel bad for her, tumbling back and barely catching herself before she reached the edge, dazed.

I shifted into a downpour and splashed onto the platform a few feet away as Brent landed just in front of her and stuck a hand out, making the plating of her armor jut up from her chest like it was trying to break away from her. There was crackling from it as I solidified in the rain’s splashback, just in time to catch Augustine’s wrist in a gauntlet of water and slam it down when she lifted it with the intention of hitting Brent.

The armor popped and snapped a few more times, something in it shattering before the black paint lost its uniformity and the material under it burst open, shavings of steel lifting to Brent’s outstretched hand. The steel seeped from everywhere, cut Augustine’s jawline and sliced through the seams of the armor, releasing the bright blue liquid from her suit and leaving it to drip down her like inverted blood.

We did it.

Brent finished draining the armor of steel and left the swirling gauntlet it gave him on, glaring down at Augustine as I approached to join him at his side. Her fingers ran along the seaming of the suit and she exhaled shakily when they came back stained blue before glancing up at us — and for the first time, I saw fear in her eyes.

Brent’s wrist flicked like he was flipping something, and the hilt of a sword appeared in his hand, the blade quickly extending from its end like a lightsaber. “We told you — leave.” He growled, sword coming to cross his chest defensively.

I held out my hand — bitch or not, I didn’t like how he looked ready to strike down Augustine. We didn’t need to kill, we were better than that; Dad didn’t kill anyone in Seattle when fighting her. It was possible. “It’s over,” I warned her. “People already know you’re here. There’s probably a bunch of Homeland Defense on their way to arrest you, and we don’t plan on letting you get away. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

She pushed herself up from her elbows to a sitting position, looking at the thin pool of blue that outlined her figure. She hadn’t gotten to re-up her concrete powers before everything fell apart; she had to be low, right? Still, I kept my water gauntlets on just in case she tried to pull something sneaky.

Her vision shifted from the puddle around her to the cracks in her armor, only glancing up to acknowledge me. She wouldn’t look me in the eyes; her glare stayed somewhere along my jawline, the scowl quickly turning into an elated sort of smirk that made something in my body ting in warning. “This is far from over.” She said, looking up to meet my eyes. “It’s barely begun.”

“I’m getting tired of the cryptic bullshit,” Brent growled under his breath. He took a half-step forward and the long sword came down to point at Augustine. “What’s barely begun?”

“Change.” She answered simply, shrugging.

“What kind of change?” I demanded.

Augustine glared at the tip of Brent’s sword for a moment before looking to meet our eyes in back-and-forth glances. “It’s been twenty-five years since the first Conduit was activated, and look at the world. Look how they treat us! Conduits in Guyana are being pushed out of the country, there’s active bounties that call for our deaths in Pakistan. Militias in Texas mark homes where they think Conduits might live, the National Guard in Alabama have already started relocating our kind to the internment camps! It’s time for change. It’s time for our people to live, not survive.”

“Aren’t you the same person that imprisoned every Conduit in the US?”

“Unless they were her little lackeys,” Brent added sarcastically.

“I wanted to make sure they wouldn’t be exterminated. I didn’t want our people’s blood to be the price of freedom. War isn’t won in battles, but bloodshed, and the only way they will be satisfied with our existence is if it’s by completely eradicating us.”

“You yourself said this isn’t war.” I said through grit teeth.

She shook her head. “No, it isn’t. Not yet. But you’re a fool if you don’t believe we’re being led in that direction. The Humans will never let us live freely if we don’t give them a reason to fear us.”

“You don’t need Delsin Rowe to do that.” Brent interjected. “You can go do all the terrorism you want without pulling him into this.”

“Rowe was the catalyst for all of this,” She spat back. She moved like she wanted to sit up more but Brent responded by thrusting the sword tip forward, coaxing her back down. “If it weren’t for his interference in my plan, none of this would be happening.”

“The plan where you imprison people against their will? The plan where you torture and test on Conduits for fun? He freed our people–”

Augustine’s hands shot out and gripped the flat of the sword on either side, concrete along her knuckles slinking away and encasing the grip in enough concrete for her to throw Brent over her body and off the edge of the platform. He disappeared from view almost immediately, the metal in Augustine’s grip shattering and leaving him to grapple nothing but a hilt. “Brent!”

Augustine burst to her feet in an aura of concrete and glared me down, pulling up a wall of concrete that caught my jets of water in time. “How much farther do you plan to push this?” she demanded, the shield bursting away so she could face me again. “You hold loyalty to a people that won’t be satisfied until we’re taken out one by one, until we’re no longer threats to their livelihood.”

“We don’t have to be threats!” I reasoned, flitting back in a burst of water and dodging the spear of concrete she embedded where I stood. “No one else needs to die!”

Augustine’s brow cocked. “Like Abigail Walker? Would your mother believe in peace?” She cocked an eyebrow and took a step forward. “You don’t get to know the answer to that question because of that fear the Humans have, the hatred they carry for us in their heart.”

Heat crept up my spine, and the water on my arms bubbled. “Don’t talk about my mother!”

I brought the balls of my hands together and flared my hands out, combining the pulses from both of my hands until their spray turned into a cannon like they used to put out the wildfires, blasting Augustine directly in the chest. She flew back with the hit, barely able to put up a wall behind her in time to slam into. I kept the pressure on her, using this chance with her pinned to connect to the Sound, searching for Brent in the waters.

Something cracked in my body, and the water vision superseded my regular one until it was like I was wearing sunglasses; both melted into each other until I was granted a new kind of vision, one that let me see past the platform’s scaffolding and down into the Sound.

Brent was at the bottom, sunk, and seemingly fighting to get leverage he simply couldn’t. I couldn’t see specifics — he was a silhouette, barely an outline — but I could see his arms thrash, watch him try to jump from the Sound’s silt only to sink back down. The idiot — why wasn’t he making one of those beams?

I wasn’t going to lose another person in my life; Mom was gone, this bitch wanted Dad, and Brent was on the verge of drowning. It wasn’t hard to take one hand away from the cannon and turn it instead to a spray, using the free one to push the waters of the Sound around until another small whirlpool was forming above where Brent was. I spread the funnel, made the swirl push deeper until Brent’s head was no longer underwater, and forced it wider further still until his torso was free. I saw molecules of mist shoot around his body before he took off to the sky, the sun catching in the grateful look he gave me. He motioned his head towards the cliff sides and I nodded, watching him zip off to drain something again.

Seven seconds. It took seven seconds for Augustine to get the jump on me, to parry my water with a jagged arm shield and send spears of concrete my way. I was distracted by Brent and releasing my hold on the Sound that I didn’t get to block anything this time — just barely turned my shoulder so instead of impaling my abdomen, only one of the spears connected, ripping through the hoodie and my sweater and scraping along the ribs on my left side. I cried out and staggered back, losing my footing and slamming down onto a knee.

“Abigail Walker was betrayed by every Human she knew.” Augustine continued her tangent. “I remember the day we received the call from her parents, how her mother said she just didn’t know how to raise something like her. Something. To them, we lose our humanity the moment we show ability.”

“And you’re any better?” I gasped out, glancing down at the slice on my side. It didn’t look too deep, thank god, but the light blue sweater I had on was staining red quick. I pulled some water around from my spine to the wound, rinsing out the tar and leaving the liquid there for when it moved to heal. “You trained her to kill. You used her for your stupid publicity stunt,”

“I gave her the chance for revenge.” Augustine took another step forward. “To absolve herself of her sins. To show her that she shouldn’t be ashamed of being a Conduit even if her power killed her brother. We should not have to carry the burden of our existence because those without powers deem us nuisances.”

I didn’t really catch what she was saying; all I heard was that one line, thrown in like an offhand comment. Killed her brother. “What?” I breathed out on a gasp of pain. Mom didn’t kill our Uncle, he was killed because of gang war shit. That’s what Dad said.

Augustine didn’t hear me. “How long are you willing to fight for these Humans when they’re guaranteed to turn on you in the end? Even the great Cole MacGrath was betrayed by his closest companion. There is no peace so long as we both occupy this world.”

“So, what?” I demanded, getting back on my feet. My side was still lit up in pain, making me lean in place slightly. “Kill or be killed? Only one can survive? I don’t believe that,”

“No?” She laughed, looking beyond me to the Longhouse. “Tell me, you’re Native American — do you think your ancestors felt the same as they were killed or carted off to reform schools? Do you think African Americans have the same feelings about peace when they’re still subjected to age-old Jim Crow thinking? Peace is a farce, a bribery tool politicians use for votes — I’d know, I was one of them. Peace is nothing more than a selling point for a heaven no Conduit will know if Humans get their way.”

She took another step forward, and the concrete on her left arm disappeared entirely. The burst made me flinch, made me throw some water at her that she easily sidestepped. “How much are you willing to bleed for these people, when they don’t respect you as they should? How long are you willing to fight for them…” She glanced down at my side, and that disgusting smirk slid back on her face, “When you’ll bleed out just the same as they will, in the end?”

I followed her gaze down to my side, to where the water was still flushing a gaping wound that made no move to close. Even the water droplets that fell from the gash refused to rise and evaporate like they did for the last few scrapes.

Why was it still bleeding, why wouldn’t it heal?

I hadn’t noticed Augustine had moved until there was a flash of silver and a clank of metal and Brent fell from the sky, losing his wings and grappling Augustine to throw her back and pin her down, circlets of steel wrapping around her wrist and welding itself to the rockface. It didn’t matter, she wasn’t trying to attack us anyways; something small laid in the hand Brent pinned down, a disk just a bit smaller than her palm, made of some hard sort of black just like her armor. There was a giant thing in the center of it, a red creature with horns that barely connected in the back, making a horrid looking halo. Its two eyes were closed like it was at peace, the third in the forehead of its sharply symmetrical face open and alight. It wore a robe that reached down to its feet, a liner flowing down the skirt. It held some sort of -hedron in its hands — icosahedron, maybe? There were circles around each pointed corner, the end of the shape pointing up to the creature’s chin and down to the pedestal it stood on. Blue and red and purple glowing in the orb, the exact same colors reflected in the open third eye of the creature. And the pedestal — it had an eye too, one symmetrical open one that stared straight at us.

The Archangel.

“What did you just do?” Brent demanded, straightening. Steel crawled down Brent’s arm and extended past his fingertips, creating some extravagant overgrown sleeve that sharpened at the end like a blade. He held it close to Augustine’s face as he bent down to snatch the disc out of her hand, offering it to me without turning around. It was a disk with a print on it, nothing more. I could only find one button — in the center, where the Archangel was — and pressing it did nothing but turn it off. Turning it on brought back that green ring, and there were no access ports anywhere for batteries or something. For good measure though, I pushed water down my arms and trapped the little thing in a bubble, letting it sit in the wet until I saw sparks begin to fly from it as it floated, short-circuiting.

Brent was still hovering over Augustine when I tossed the ball of water over the edge of the platform and watched the device plunge into the Sound below, asking, “Do you know what it is?”

I shook my head. “I couldn’t find anything.”

He hummed. I wasn’t used to seeing this sort of fury on him; he looked cold, and it had nothing to do with him being steel in the middle of winter. He had that same look Dad did when he was talking outright to Archangel — like he wanted nothing more than to be given the chance to eradicate the issue. And it started with Augustine. “Now, you’re gonna tell us what that was, and maybe I’ll leave you to my dad.” He hissed.

Augustine glared back at Brent but stayed unmoving — that is, until something cracked on the other side of the Sound. It was the same sound from before; quick zaps that vibrated the air, pulses I could see now that we were so deep in the Sound. Four orbs of pulsating pure blue energy zapped into place, purpled wisps of their power slinking away like they were all small individual suns — I actually couldn’t look at them for long without their shape imprinting in my vision. The orbs levitated on the Sound’s surface, pulsing and slowly spinning before something in the center grew white-hot and they began to cackle.

The next zap tried to force the orb larger than it was — so big that it almost dissipated the energy entirely. It snapped back like a rubber band, shrinking to almost nothing before stretching to a comfortable middle ground, a bit larger than before.

This all happened in a blink of an eye, too — the second time the orb zapped, trying to extend, I missed it in my harsh blink to try and rid my sight of the orb’s imprints. It was larger now and trying to build still, the wisps on its edges seeping away into the mist that floated off of the Sound.

The wisps around the orbs pulled in, the center of them grew brighter than the sun. I could hear it buzz from here before the sound quickly crescendoed into another, harsher blitz.

And this time, something came out of it.

It looked like riot police meets that Halo: The Fall of Reach video game; red and black exo-suits that would have made any spartan jealous, mechanical and large and probably costing more than a regular car. I didn’t like the size of the rifles they were carrying, nor the fact that they came out of the orbs on the Sound and never sank. They stayed buoyant in an outfit that should have sunk them immediately, running on the Sound’s surface towards us with ease as four more Archangel soldiers were teleported in.

There was a grinding sound behind me, and then the unmistakable ting of something dense hitting metal, and I glanced back in time to see Brent grapple Augustine’s concrete-aided punch and throw one of his own as he made some quip about being lucky Augustine wasn’t a lady but a bitch and that he could hit her. I don’t know, I couldn’t tell; the bzzzZIT from the orbs across the Sound was louder now as the tally of soldiers shot to twelve.

I didn’t want to do anything to kill them, honestly, but I wasn’t sure they’d give me the same grace. Especially not now, after whatever Augustine did; I glanced down at my side and saw the water rotating there still tinged light pink, stained from the blood that wouldn’t stop. I had to keep them and those guns away before anything else happened to me, at least until this wore off.

I stepped off of the platform and a puddle of water immediately formed under my foot, water from the Sound’s surface reaching up to meet the platform and encapsule my legs. I concentrated on the lull of low tide and held it back, letting the pressure build until pain pulled in my shoulder blades.

And then I released, aiming the wave for the soldiers and their portals.

The swell went from rippling under the surface to tearing over it, the wave eclipsing the soldiers long before actually reaching them.

As I pulled the wave back so it wouldn’t flood the harbors of Seattle, I was confident for a moment that nothing else was going to happen; there was silence in the air, everything stilled. No more zaps, no more glowing. I still couldn’t see past the ebbing wave, but I felt like the issue was dealt with.

For a moment.

Then something eclipsed over my wave, harsh and white and reflecting the light of the sun. There was a punch to my stomach, like that drop when you learn someone died; like something was wrong, irrevocably, and that I’d have to start scrambling with the aftermath.

It was trying to convince me to run.

The soldiers weren’t buoyant, but they were Conduits; they climbed onto whatever crystallized over the wave, that same bright white forming under their feet with each bound they stomped towards us. The first row charged as the second flanked and threw their power towards us, towards me, some hard stakes of something semi-transparent. Crystals, maybe?

I pulled up a thin wall of water and forced pressure into it, hoping to make the other side choppy enough to catch whatever they were chucking. That didn’t matter. Their stakes sliced through the water with ease and only lost a little momentum, a few falling aimlessly, some pinning into the platform behind me.

Four, though, cut into the whirlpool my legs were sunk into, and the churning stopped. I lost control of the water as the stakes embedded it like flesh, and watched the liquid as it slowly turned to ice.

For a group who came to capture Dad, everything sure felt like it was pinpointing me.

I was trapped between twelve Archangel soldiers and a Conduit Dad had trouble defeating. One had turned off my ability to heal somehow, and the plethora of others all seemed to share the one ability I couldn’t control. I didn’t even know more than one Conduit could have the same power! And yet they all ran on shards that sparkled in my vision, that turned stark white in their glittering like a warning.

Brent and Augustine were now fighting one-on-one, a much more fair match considering his steel was stronger. That left me with twelve other fighters — now gunless, at least, though did that matter when they could take a shot that’d genuinely hurt now?

I mean, bullets would too, but this would in an oh so different, special sort of way.

The whirlpool under me was turning to ice fast, and began shattering under my weight as well. I swung forward with another crack, barely able to balance myself, my legs solidifying as the freeze crept higher and threatened to frost my toes. I flitted back and landed in a puddle of condensation a literal half-second before the now-frozen whirlpool shattered, sending ice everywhere.

I knew what was happening before having to even think hard about it; the water was too close to its freezing point for me to be able to control it once they got their Conduit-hold on it. If I wanted to be able to keep control of the Sound, it’d have to be warmer. If I wanted to fight, it’d have to be hotter.

“I hope this doesn’t fuck up the ecosystem,” I muttered, thinking about the fish and orcas below like I hadn’t just given them the liquid equivalent of an EF-5 tornado. Stasis was important during the winter, and I knew specifically there was something about the salmon population that could be affected by this — but I tried not to think about it. I couldn’t psych myself out of doing this, I didn’t have the grace to risk anything.

I put all my concentration into the molecules that lit up my vision, forcing their vibrations to quicken as I pushed a new ebb into the Sound and forced its surface to bounce like there was bad weather. The footsoldiers rushing towards us stumbled in their chase, two disappearing below the surf in their trip as the others tried to find a good way to continue forward with everything bobbing.

I barely got to glance behind me to see what was going on there; Brent and Augustine were now in a versus of their own accord, wielding weapons and battling like the platform was some gladiator arena. Augustine was encased in concrete now, wielding some type of giant hammer and simply trying to stick a dent in Brent’s skull instead of pierce his skin. I spun back around in time to catch some more icicle spears in a wave that I quickly lost control over as it solidified in front of me.

I pulled a wave up from behind, the waters warming at a pace that I wanted to scream about, and threw it over my shoulder, hitting the wall and bursting through it. The edges of each shattering of ice began to melt, but that wasn’t enough. I needed it hotter.

The Archangel soldiers abandoned sprinting on the ice on literal snow boots for extending their perversion of the Sound down to its silt, turning water to ice all the way down and then extending the reach even further, the towers rocketing under them until they shot into the air. The flanking soldiers kept to the Sound’s surface and stretched out their hand….absorbing loose moisture on top.

They can absorb water?

I let go of the condensation below me and plummeted to the Sound, turning into rain at the last second to seamlessly fall into the mass of water before pulling back together, my watery body only outlined by a layer of bubbles. I got to work warming it up — being connected to it like this made it so much easier — keeping my liquid skin so that line between the water and I was so blurred there was no definite end or beginning. Just one force, one unstoppable storm. I was the water of the Sound, and every other river and stream and lake that these droplets had existed in before. I was the lifeforce of the earth, I was the element that people needed, wanted. I was a Human, I was a Conduit, I was a Rowland, I was a Walker, I was a Rowe — and I was going to be the pressure that made them bend.

The water didn’t sting like menthol anymore, even when I breathed it in; it sat light in my lungs, comfortably on my skin, and I knew then that the Sound would return to being mine.

Rising on the next whirlpool felt stronger, somehow. More confident. Steam immediately began breaking away from my watery body as I broke the surface, keeping the form to keep that deep connection. I lifted my arms, and up came two more spouts that I immediately redirected towards the soldiers, blasting them away with the water pressure of a firetruck hose.

Three of them immediately disappeared beneath the surf, the others pausing in their rush in hesitation. That didn’t last long, though; the steppingstones of ice became chutes, the fuckers somehow managing to skate atop the frozen walkways. Others stopped to chuck more icicles my way in the hope of giving me a free lobotomy.

I cast another wave in front of me, and this time it didn’t freeze immediately upon impact. The icicles embedded like knives in fat again, but only a small frost crackled around their stab and I was able to throw the wave aside with ease. The second wave of ice spears was deflected with a sudden pulse of water, a forcefield of wet that I felt bunch up in my chest and release like a nuclear explosion. The surrounding forcefield of water pushed back, catching the icicles in the height of their toss and returning them to their senders, buffeting into the soldiers and making them fall in their skating.

There was a sudden commotion behind me, louder than Augustine and Brent’s usual grunts, and I turned in time to see Brent slip, pushed by the blast of water. His steel was too smooth to gain any traction and he fell back with a harsh slam, the hit knocking the wind out of him so roughly I could hear him sputtering from here. Augustine took the chance to strike him with the concrete hammer, the slam pinging with a harsh cry as the metal of Brent’s encasing caved a bit in the chest.

I glanced over my shoulder in time to see the soldiers getting closer, so close I was able to spot the Archangel emblem painted over their hearts. A pledge to a cause I didn’t really understand yet. Those chutes became stairs as they rose to join the fray, to get to the woman that summoned them.

Brent was trying to scoot back away from Augustine as her concrete burst from her and created a lance with a tip I knew even Brent’s chrysalis wasn’t going to protect him from. He barely caught her downward stab in time, straining against his stupor and her strength to keep from being speared through the heart.

Icicles were coming at me now as I turned to keep both sides in my line of sight, and yet the tip of the lance was only an inch from Brent’s chest. He looked beaten, battered— would have probably been bruised had he had skin — and most of all, unable to call up any defense. I had the capability to stop Augustine, but only if I used the whole of my power against her. If I stopped the ice, I’d be able to help Brent…but it might be too late by the time I turned back around. I had to make a decision, and fast.

It wasn’t a hard one to make. That was my brother. My twin. A half to our whole. I’d suffer as many hits as it took to keep him alive.

I spun to face Augustine and Brent, pushing the balls of my hands together and mentally forcing the two whirlpools at my sides to join in my attack as I pushed the weight of my capability at Augustine, throwing her off of Brent just before that lance could close the gap. She rolled around on her platform and almost off the edge, only saved by sudden gloves of concrete that sealed her to it. Brent blinked hard, coughing, the dent in his chest steadily rising with each shaky inhale, and looked to me with a silent thank you in his eyes.

I didn’t even get to move to acknowledge it before I felt the stabs in my back.

The icicles pierced me like I wasn’t water, like my state of matter didn’t matter. It felt all the same as they pushed into the skin, lighting up my nerves and making the cool of their punctures burn me. I could feel them dangle in my flinch, feel them poke into pieces of me that shouldn’t have felt as solid as they did. A tingling spread through me that felt like a disease, and that scream in the back of my mind to run away was back, urging it now. If I turned back to human-body, I could push the icicles out with the effort. I’d do anything to get the pain to stop.

My skin layered back on, the color of skin and the hue of my jeans peeking through the water before becoming more than an illusion, and I nearly collapsed on my whirlpool when I felt the second half of that pain; the feeling of knife to flesh. The throb intensified with each beat of my heart as it forced blood out of the wounds in my back, and I suddenly lost a few feet of elevation on my whirlpool as the pounds broke my concentration.

As my skin pulled from the liquid, I became warm, enveloped in epidermis. But that warmth stopped in my back.

And then slowly, the cold reclaimed more of my body.

I saw it in my ribs first, as I was looking at the slice on my side Augustine oh so kindly blessed me with; the skin was fighting to return to me, to make me whole, human again…and was failing. A thin layer of water stood between the skin and ice as they battled for preeminence, the water trying its hardest to heat up enough to keep the ice away — but I was working against the power of multiple Conduits’ pull and losing, left to watch the thin line of water retreat further and further as I began to freeze in place.

No amount of pulling up water to try and fight it actually reversed the curse; it just pulled the water into that thin line before it froze over, the ice crawling over my ribs and towards the center of my abdomen now. I couldn’t even turn in place anymore, I’d lost the ability to swivel. I ran my fingers on my left along the cold that was now creeping around the sides of my chest and flinched when their brush resulted in my fingertips diving into that cold as well, turning purple and then a fighting, frothy blue before sinking to ice white.

I was screaming, at some point after being stabbed in the back. I could feel the tears on my face, the burn in my now silenced throat as I watched myself slip away into the freeze. That scream caught Brent’s attention, who was now staring at me, wide-eyed. Behind him, Augustine was recovering, yanking her hands away from the hold on the platform and getting back on her feet, pissed. Her soldiers were only feet away now too, something frosty giving away from their arms as they prepared more ice to throw.

I watched Brent’s eyes scan my chest as it froze, hover on my hips where it was now inching towards my legs. When he looked back up, eyes meeting mine, I gave him a sign I knew he’d understand. A sign in ASL. The ‘rock-on’ hand, piloting up: fly.

Over the pain, over the stings and the prickles and the pin-neddles, I felt…nothing. Beyond dulled, beyond paralyzed. I was losing my vision at the corners, the strength in my knees, and was caught in that lightheaded before that came just seconds ahead of fainting. But I had enough energy to do one last thing, and he needed to get out of here before I did it.

My right hand was shaking as I raised it, and I wasn’t sure if that was because of the pain, the cold, or the fear. Probably a combination of them all, honestly. I could barely still the tremble enough to find that connection to the Sound, to pull its waters up with my arm as the ice crept over my shoulder and locked it into place. The water behind Augustine’s platform rose, a tidal wave caught in its crescendo. The water frothed at the top in anger, bubbled in a vengeance I knew I wouldn’t be able to follow through fully on, but it would hopefully be enough.

There was a weird sound, far off in the east, and suddenly the dark was overtaken by red. I couldn’t see much of them — my vision was becoming blurs more than anything — but I could see the humongous, twenty foot being that followed behind the red blobs, stark white in its heavenly light. It followed its own beacon of light, a laser of pink and blue that rushed on the water of the Sound, too far away for me to be able to make out the shadows of Dad in its glow.

There was a tinkling and Brent was suddenly airborne, shooting far up into the sky before turning in his flight and tucking his wings back, diving straight for me. The Archangel soldiers behind me were close enough that I could hear them bark orders to each other, planning on striking him from the sky like Icarus. Augustine was recovered now, arms encased in concrete armor again and turning to look at the thirty foot wall behind her. The ice had crawled past my bicep and was now solidifying my elbow, keeping my arm elevated…forever, probably. An irreversible change so long as I couldn’t heal.

I tried to smile at Brent as he rushed to catch me out of my idea, some sad, pathetic grimace that came with tear-streaked cheeks. I hoped my eyes could say everything I wanted to in that moment. My vision was closing in fast, and I was losing mobility in the one limb controlling this all. So as the frost crept down my forearm, I flicked my wrist, the last of my joints still able to move, and let the tidal wave wash over me, Augustine, and the Archangel army.

The water didn’t bend around me this time, though it didn’t really matter; I was numb to its hit. I was numb to it all. I sank fast, past floating bodies, past the platform as it buckled under the weight of the wave, a slab of concrete crashing into my extended arm and causing fine-haired cracks in the center of its frost. My legs froze in place, my neck lost its dexterity, and my tunnel vision closed in as I sank deeper and felt myself slip away.

#infamous second son #infamous erosion #infamous #delsin rowe #sucker punch productions #fanfiction #fanfic #Eugene Sims #Brooke Augustine #Archangel #infamous 2 #I Am So Sorry #Cedar. do you see why im mad at you now lol?#you did it first but imma milk it for longer

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macabremoons · 2 years ago

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LOVE THIS TAG FEELS LIKE IM IN A FANDOM. Thank you to @mjparkerwriting for tagging me!!! tagging @serenanymph, @repressed-and-depressed, @wrenofthewords, and anyone else who wants to do it! It's fun. Long post ahead.

Bonnie (brainstorming ideas for pranking Emilio): How much could a serial killer mask possibly cost? Menodora: Well it’s hard to find a high-quality one made out of leather or silicone, but if you did find a good one like that it’d be a couple thousands of dollars. I can try to hook you up with one but I don’t know if I’d be very successful. Bonnie: Huh, that’s pretty interesting actually- Wait, how the hell do you know that? Menodora: …I am very passionate about Halloween, Bonnie.

Menodora: *walks into the kitchen, ignoring everyone* Emilio: Hey, Menodora, how was your day? Menodora: *picks up an onion and bites into it, staring at Emilio* Hell. Bonnie, watching this unfold: *whispers* Who hurt you?

Emilio: What is everyone for Halloween? Bonnie: I’m superman. Menodora: A clown. Emilio: So I’m guessing we don’t need to get you a costume then?

Menodora: Why don't we just call it, "M.C. Donald's?" Emilio: Because it just sounds like a stupid rapper's name. Bonnie: It'd just be like- "Eyo, it's ya boy, M.C. Donald!"

Bonnie: If I die, my funeral will be the biggest party ever and you're all invited. Emilio: "If" Menodora: Great, the only party I'm ever invited to and they might not even die.

Benjamin: Menodora is mad at me, and I'm not sure why. Apollo: Okay, did you talk before she got upset? Benjamin: ...yes? Apollo: That's probably it.

Apollo: You really believe in Benjamin? Menodora: Luckily, he believes in himself enough for the both of us.

Benjamin: Menodora has never seen Star Wars? Apollo, the only people in the universe who haven’t seen Star Wars are the characters in Star Wars and that’s cause they lived them, Apollo! That’s cause they lived the Star Wars!

Benjamin: Hi, who's this? Apollo changed all of my contacts to mythical creatures. Menodora: What's mine? Benjamin: Dwarf. Menodora: HE'S SO MEAN, I'M NOT THAT SHORT! Benjamin: Oh, hey Menodora. Menodora: FUCK!

(fun fact for half of the books Menodora is taller than Apollo. She's 5'9 [175 CM])

Menodora: What if mayonnaise came in cans? Benjamin: Well, that would suck because you can't microwave metal. Apollo: Good morning to everyone except these two people.

Emilio: I swear to god I'm the only one here with a braincell. Bonnie, Benjamin, Menodora, and Apollo: ALL HAIL the keeper of the sacred braincell!

Emilio: Who the fuck broke the toaster? Apollo: It was Benjamin. Menodora: It was Benjamin. Bonnie: Benjamin broke it. Benjamin: Benjamin: ...yOU PROMISED-

Menodora: Is something burning? Benjamin, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you. Menodora: Benjamin, the toaster is literally on fire

Menodora: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine. Benjamin: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again. Menodora: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns?? Benjamin: Is it working?

*Benjamin comes home absolutely drunk, undresses, and stands in Menodora’s bedroom.* Menodora: Babe, are you.. coming to bed? Benjamin: No thank you, I’m sure you’re lovely but I have a girlfriend. Benjamin: *Lies on the ground and falls asleep* Menodora: ...

Benjamin walking into the kitchen and seeing all their limes peeled: Menodora, I love you but, what the hell? Menodora, sipping coffee happily: I love you too :)

Benjamin: Everybody shut up, I'm thinking. Emilio, patting them on the back: Well, don’t think too hard. I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.

Benjamin, holding a toy lightsaber: I’m Darth Vader! Emilio: I’m done with everyone’s bullshit.

Emilio: I'll offer you some friendly advice- Menodora: I don't want your advice. Emilio: Well, then consider it unfriendly advice.

Menodora: I'm not mean. Name one mean thing I’ve ever done. Apollo: When we were younger, you convinced me eggs weren't real. Menodora: They're not. Apollo: Haha, very funny. Menodora: I'm serious. Didn't you hear? Apollo: No... what happened? Menodora: ...Why would you fall for this again-

Menodora: That’s the key slice of truth we need to complete the entire truth pie. Apollo: Ooh, can we get some actual pie? Menodora: I like the way you think.

Menodora: It’s nice to be wanted, you know? Apollo: Not by the law!

Can you tell i like these characters

#tag game #project daycycle #p. d: main cast #NEW TAG SO I DONT HAVE TO TAG ALL FIFTY OF THEM #(five)

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earthykinous · 2 months ago

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Kosei: The best part of an oreo is the cookie part, not the frosting. Deal with it.

Blueskee: Darkness without light is an abyss. Light without darkness is blinding. You cannot have a coin with one side.

Tobo: YO SOCRATES! IT'S A FUCKING COOKIE!

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Blueskee: Sleep is the body’s best safety mechanism.

Geryu: How so?

Blueskee: It keeps you from screwing up for 8 hours.

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Hanzō: How does one turn their emotions off?

Kosei: Okay, so first go to settings.

Kosei: I'm a fucking idiot, I thought that said emojis at first.

Hanzō: No, I'm still willing to try this, go ahead. I'm at settings, what do I do next?

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Saribi, holding a toy lightsaber: I’m Darth Vader!

Hanzō: I’m done with everyone’s bullshit.

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Zia: What did you order this morning?

Kosei: What do you mean?

Zia: I heard you answer the door, and I sensed food.

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Hanzō: Now it's time for some witty back and forth banter. You go first.

Token: *sobbing*

Hanzō: Look, I'm not sure where to go with that.

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Kosei: You either buckle down and do your work or you’ll end up at McDonalds.

Zia: We're going to McDonalds if I don't do my work?

Kosei: NO-

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Blueskee: Tobo, you're testifying in an aggravated assault case tomorrow, and the D.A. is worried about how you'll present yourself on the stand.

Tobo: Why? I'm fine on the stand!

*flashback to Testimony #1*

Tobo: Look, I'll make this real simple so even these dumdums can understand.

Tobo, to the jury: MAN DID CRIME.

*flashback to Testimony #2*

Tobo: I'm sorry, could you make her stop doing that weird thing with her face?

Defense Attorney, next to the crying defendant: ...Crying?

*flashback to Testimony #3*

Tobo: And when this is over, I'm gonna find you and I'm gonna break those little fingers.

Judge: Could the witness please stop threatening the stenographer?

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Kosei: What's two plus two?

Geryu: Math.

Kosei: ...I will accept that answer.

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Hanzō: Editor's note: What the fuck.

Literally him with whatever the gang do.

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Token: Swear words are illegal now. If you say one you'll be fined.

Saribi: Heck.

Token: You're on thin fucking ice.

Token: Oh no-

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Saribi: If I was married to you I would put poison in your coffee.

Tobo: If I was married to you I’d drink it.

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Hanzō: The next time I open up to someone, it'll be my autopsy.

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Tobo, to the Squad: The real secret to immortality? Not dying. You want to be immortal? Okay, that’s easy. Just don’t die. That’s it. Refuse to die. There you go.

Geryu: But how-

Tobo, ignoring him: “But how”, you may ask. Well, easy. Just don’t do it. Refuse to. Say “no thanks”.

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Palith: I ran into Hanzō in the kitchen at 1 AM last night and when I asked him what he was doing, he just shrugged, said “these are my roaming hours,” and wandered off, strumming vaguely on his guitar.

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Hanzō: Kosei, gather the others. We need to have another Tobo-is-doing-something-stupid-again-and-we-have-to-stop-him-before-he-hurt-someone convention.

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Kosei: What’s the dumbest thing you believed as a child?

Geryu: That naptime was a punishment.

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*Hanzō and Zia are texting*

Hanzō: Please bring home PURIFIED water with NO minerals added for taste. NONE.

Zia: I got spring water.

Hanzō: NO!

Zia: With EXTRA minerals!

Zia: It’s like licking a stalagmite!

Hanzō: DON’T COME HOME!

Zia: Mmmmmm, cave water.

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Token: So, you lied to me?

Tobo: That depends on how you define lying.

Token: Well, I define it as not telling the truth. How do you define it?

Tobo: Um, reclining your body in a horizontal position?

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Geryu: I want to be like a caterpillar.

Blueskee: Explain.

Geryu: Eat a lot, sleep for a while, wake up beautiful.

Hanzō: You know they have a lifespan of a week, right?

Geryu:

Geryu: That's just another highlight!

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Palith: Define “dream”.

Hanzō: Dream - the first thing people abandon when they learn how the world works.

Token: That’s too dark!

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Saribi: A fistfight CAN be romantic.

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Zia, to Palith: You're not Mario. Lets get something fucking straight, you're Luigi at best.

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Geryu: Isn’t it a bit dangerous?

Token: Geryu, please. We’ve in a lot of unexpected predicaments before and we always escape unhurt.

Geryu: ...

Token: Okay, we sometimes escape unhurt.

Geryu: ...

Token: Alright, we escaped unhurt once... Then we hurt ourselves on the way home.

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Saribi: It's not like I try to blow things up, exactly. It just sort of happens. You've got to admit though, fire is fascinating.

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Waiter: What would you like?

Tobo: Bring a milkshake with two straws.

Zia: *blushes*

Tobo: *puts both straws in his mouth* Watch how fast I can drink this!!

Bro ended up chocking the heck out

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Kosei: Hanzō is a strings kid. We must sacrifice him to the band gods.

Tobo: Yes.

Geryu: You're right. It'd be a good initiation for me.

Hanzō: Wait, guys, what about the truce we signed-

Tobo: What truce?

Kosei: *sigh* The truce that we must destroy all the choir kids and leave the strings alone.

Palith: Wait, I'm a choir kid!

Everyone else: *prepares for sacrifice*

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