#cinlat gets real

[cinlat]

Question: As a reader, would you rather wait a million years for a finished story, or take a series of smaller drabbles and shorts that touched on the highlights and gave a long running series closure?

Context: I need to finish Blood in the Breeze, the final book in my Fynta Wolfe Trooper storyline. But, Ive got zero enthusiasm for writing lately (for like, a year now?) and the thought is those long chapters is too much to deal with so I just…don’t. The idea occurred to me that I could finish it was shorts and drabbles, then maybe filling the the gaps and refine it later when inspiration strikes again. But, I don’t want to ruin the experience either, so I’m reaching out to you lovelies for your thoughts.

[abbee-normal]

@dingoat

That makes a lot of sense. It's just me and my OCs here, I've never successfully RP'd (anxiety gets to me, idk why, i know it doesn't make sense, but...) Even the OCs I've made with my sister, well, she's still new to SWtOR and has squirrel brain just as bad as I do, so she's still trying to figure out which class she wants to stick to. So there's no real character development there.

I don't write, not anymore. Too tired, too overwhelmed by (guestures broadly) and when i think i have energy to answer asks, I reblog the games but then i get too tired (chronic illness is a brain killer) to answer them. Then i go into the guilt spiral, etc etc.

Sometimes I think I should just stop posting my OCs since I can't give them proper attention. IDK. I guess I'm just feeling sorry for myself, let's just move on.

That said, I do enjoy them while they last. So maybe their only 'purpose' is to entertain me for a while. Creation, enjoyment, deletion. Maybe that's all there is to it.

Maybe I use them to work out different parts of myself, not sure. Right now Tezla is the opposite of how I'm feeling, she's pretty carefree and happy. So I really don't know. Apparently I don't know my own mind, no surprise there!

@askshivanulegacy

I envy you, I really do!

@cinlat

I didn't realize you had so many! I mainly think of Fynta with you! AUs are fun, and I enjoy seeing yours.

Plot? What's that? 😄

Thank you all for giving me some things to think about.

Hugs to all of you

I hate when my brain is like this. I wish I could have 'core' OCs instead of getting a new idea every week.

HOW do you do it? HOW do you just focus on one or a few OCs?

[dimigex]

Down to the Seconds - Kakasaku

Hey look, I still write sometimes! This will be on A03 and FF shortly but I’m too lazy to add links. I suppose angst warnings are in order, but if you follow me, you should expect that now.

Ka-thump. The heart pounded out of rhythm, erratically.

Sakura stood opposite Kakashi on the training field, face flushed from their spar and cheeks nearly as pink as her hair. Dust from her destructive force filled the air, hanging between them like a dirty curtain. The thick scent of ozone faded sooner, the lack of chidori dropping the world into shadow. Despite the dimness, Kakashi had perfect clarity. He saw Sakura, perhaps for the first time. Not longer a child, a foolish little girl chasing desperately after a lost boy. Sakura had become a shinobi: a weapon and tool made for battle and death.

Their chests heaved in unison as, for the space of a heartbeat, the world trembled around them. Fierce green eyes met Kakashi’s, taunting him with her almost victory. The years had hardened the girl into a woman as deadly as any Kakashi had ever met. Blood trickled from a gash on one of her arms to soak the torn fabric beneath. Sakura hadn’t hesitated to move directly into his attack instead of feigning away. Her hand, glowing green with chakra, pressed against Kakashi’s chest, just over his heart. An inch less of self control, and she could have killed him.

But, that was Sakura, perfect poise and control. She’d withdrawn her hand with a confident smirk that made Kakashi wonder when she’d changed. There would be hell to pay in the morning for the ruin of earth and trees around them, but the thrill running through Kakashi’s veins was second to none. Grinning beneath his mask, he clasped Sakura’s fingers in the seal of reconciliation.

Inhale. The gasp came instinctively.

Cold rain fell, drowning the world in drab grey. Ice hung in the air, making each breath unfurl like a white banner. Kakashi felt the chill in his bones, the weight in his chest that nothing could ease. He had been a fool. He knew that now, but the chance to apologize had drifted beyond his reach. The shinobi said a silent prayer to whatever god might be listening and hoped that, just this once, they would take pity on him.

Long, tedious hours passed, and the rain grew heavier until mist clouded the Village Hidden in the Leaves. Impossibly, someone heard Kakashi’s plea. Clouds blocked the moonlight, adding depth to the darkness, but he would have known that scent anywhere. Floral, mixed with sweat and earth. And blood, so much blood. Sakura raised one hand to knock on the window frame, but Kakashi had already crossed the office to throw it open completely. Her pale face twisted into a smile. She opened her mouth as if to say his name, then collapsed into Kakashi’s arms.

Exhale. The sweet ache of breath leaving lungs was almost too much to hope for.

Crimson stained Kakashi’s fingers as he pushed Sakura’s armor out of the way. Red predominated the fabric, disguising the green beneath. She groaned once when he fumbled with the zipper, but never opened her eyes. Sakura’s skin felt like ice, but when Kakashi brushed across her stomach, warmth greeted him. A gash split the skin, blood leaking between the edges obscenely as the wound fought to close itself.

Kakashi realized that a soft glow suffused Sakura’s body as she fought to heal herself with the last vestiges of her chakra. The fact that she’d passed out meant that Sakura had neared the end of her reserve. Chakra exhaustion sapped physical strength first, then consciousness.

“Dammit, Sakura,” Kakashi cursed to quell the panic rising in his chest. “What did you do?”

Scooping the body from the floor, Kakashi leaped into the darkness.

Inhale. Kami, it hurt.

Frantic footsteps rushed over the hospital tiles, accompanied by shocked voices. Tsunade was out of the village, and Shizune had been summoned while other medics did what they could. Kakashi stood in the corner, forgotten. Machines whirled senselessly, lights flashing brighter for the darkness outside. The harsh fluorescents and white sheets paled Sakura’s skin further. Two medics bustled around the bed, attaching wires and tubes at prodigious rates.

Blood loss, irreparable damage, weak chakra signal, hurry, hurry, hurry. The words and sentiment washed over Kakashi like a tidal wave, dragging him toward depths that he hadn’t dared to contemplate. One of the women jerked a curtain around the bed, shielding Sakura from view. His imagination added to the terror building in the base of his neck. It crawled over him like a living creature, pulling him to the floor.

Exhale.

Shizune tore through the door, dark hair out of place and eyes bleary from sleep. Her gaze swept the room, taking in Kakashi, the nervous medics, the blood dripping on the floor, and the urgent beeping of machines. She disappeared behind the curtain.

Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Inhale.

The high pitched drone of the heart rate monitor tore at Kakashi’s chest, ripping his soul into shreds.

Sob. Exhale.

Three years later, and the sound still haunted Kakashi’s every waking hour. He felt the reverberation in his bones like a gong that he couldn’t silence. Winter’s chill wrapped tight like a cloak as he glanced up to the unforgiving heavens. He no longer looked for miracles. Kneeling by the memorial stone, he brushed the names that he’d put there during his tenure as Hokage. The agony washed over him again, much like the day he collapsed in the hospital room. Maybe, if Tsunade had been there, maybe if Kakashi had assigned the mission to someone else, maybe, maybe, maybe.

Kakashi drained the rest of the alcohol from the bottle in his hand before dashing it against the memorial stone. Shards scattered across the ground, like so many broken dreams. Kneeling, Kakashi touched Sakura’s name, willed the breath to freeze in his lungs. It never did.

[dingoat]

@abbee-normal tagged me to do the ‘What Type of Protagonist Are You’ quiz and I’ll admit I was expecting something a little more fluffy and optimistic for Ahuska, hahaha. But I guess this kinda works in spirit, because she really never was designed to be a heroic character, just an ordinary girl trying to keep her head down in a cruel galaxy and live a happy, simple life, who nonetheless wound up being dragged from one traumatic adventure to the next and forced to step up for the sake of the people she cared about and ultimately, for herself.

morally grey, but sexy about it

you are a bundle of mistakes and personal, gut-wrenching trauma, masked behind irresistible charm and mystery. maybe you've been alive a while, or maybe you've lived so many lives in your short span it's felt like centuries. regardless, you know enough about the world to know it's rarely ever black and white. you'll help when called, but you also don't go out of your way to solve anyone's shit...not until you fuck up and start to care for someone. after that, playing it coy and selfish can only get you so far.

Then for kicks I did the quiz again for myself and I’m laughing real hard, I sure know what part of my life is being channelled here and yes, I am a middle child hahahaha. I’m sure a couple of decades ago my results would be very different but right now I’ll take it, even if I’m actually too tired to be trying to change anything at the moment

the spiteful wonder

ooooh, you're underestimated--and pissed about it. are you a middle child? hm. these are protagonists who get told to do one thing and do exactly the opposite. life is on your terms, not anyone else's. your failures and successes are on the same level of consequence, but you do feel as if something about the world is inherently unfair--and you're just reckless enough to think you can change that.

Tagginggg... @askshivanulegacy @kaosstar @cinlat @kunoichi-ume @vespertine-legacy @queen-scribbles @storyknitter @starknstarwars if you feel so inclined to do it for yourself or any characters that take your fancy! 

[kunoichi-ume]

WIP Whenever

@cinlat and @starknstarwars​ both tagged me in this recently, thanks! I haven’t been doing much writing lately (or this year really, its been a rough one and writer’s block is a pain). I have been editing and doing small rewriting of the next chapter of Behind the Trigger, my companion fic to Cinlat’s Heart on a Trigger because it’s easier to play in her story instead of writing my own haha. 

I’ve rewritten a lot of this piece but this part, that I know I’ve shared with Cinlat is still my favorite part of this piece. This particular scene is actually the one that started this whole idea and while I’ve only posted about 8k words of it I have actually written close to 30k in this story.... so yeah. Here’s a little bit of it when Noara is working on reestablishing her connection to the Force after joining the Alliance. Blocking it off for a few years out of fear gave her some unexpected issues to work out. 

"That is a highly advanced skill. Might I suggest a smaller task first? Then you may work your way up."

"What do you suggest, Master? I am pretty good at throwing things, it is the more controlled actions I struggle with." Noara could feel her face flushing in embarrassment admitting that to a Jedi of Master Carlo’s calibur. The mystical side of the Force had never been her strong suit but Master Carlo’s expertise was legendary.

Waving her hand to the side, several fist sized rocks floated toward Notiac and landed on the ground between the two Jedi. "Simply put, this is my suggestion. Collect rocks and arrange them in an inverted pyramid." As the Master spoke, the rocks lifted into the air and arranged themselves into a perfect pyramid, upside down and floating several inches off the ground.

Leaning forward, Noara examined the structure of the figure. It sounded simple, but she could already imagine the strain on her concentration this would take. "And when this is practiced and done with ease?” 

"Get heavier rocks."

Noara sat back up and looked at the Master incredulously. "That's it?"

The woman nodded serenely. "Your body weighs more than the rocks; how do you expect to lift it when you cannot consistently do this?"

Noara eyed the Master and the floating rocks for a long moment before sighing. "Why do I get the feeling this is like that test on Tython? Where you levitate the rock with nothing under it because the real test was with yourself?"

Notiac smiled. "Because all of life's real tests are against yourself."

She didn’t openly roll her eyes, but Noara had a feeling the Jedi could sense the sentiment coming off of her. Especially when the woman frowned in her direction. While 

Noara expected a reprimand for her sass, something Master Doran had often gifted her with what the Jedi said instead surprised her.

“Where is your lightsaber Noara?” 

The question was asked in a soft, comforting voice but it still felt like being struck. Noara clenched her fists to distract herself with the bite of her nails into her palms before she let slip just how much the question hurt. “I lost them,” she confessed, looking down at her lap in shame. A lightsaber was more than just a weapon to a Jedi, it was part of their rite of passage. The last thing an Padawan did before being bestowed the title of Knight was being allowed to craft their own lightsaber. Noara’s eyes burned and she blinked back the tears threatening to fall. She would not cry in front of another Jedi. In front of anyone.

So absorbed in trying to rein in her emotions, Noara didn’t notice Notaic leaning toward her until a soft, warm hand landed on one of her clenched fists. 

“Don’t despair Noara,” Notaic said, squeezing her hand comfortingly. “No material item dictates your worth, not even a lightsaber.”

[cinlat]

I worked at a food pantry. Pandemic and mass job losses means my work load doubled. Fear of the virus means no more volunteers to help with heavy loads and off loading trucks. Every night I came home exhausted and sore, then fell asleep early. Then, my husband was furloughed, then the company “released” everyone they’d furloughed and he found a new job in another state. Now, I’m packing and moving, spending time with family and friends before we leave. Maybe, eventually, one day I’ll write again. Thankfully, I’m ahead in my main project and can edit for a little bit when I’ve got the energy. 

Can you indulge me please, given the recent pandemic why is it that artist or fanfic writers are slowing down their works? I ask because personally I believe this makes it a better opportunity to work faster, as something to distract from the gloomy reality occurring.

I'll indulge you, but I'm afraid you won't like my answer very much.

The reason authors and artists aren't working their asses off MORE is because this is a pandemic, not a vacation.

It's not 'extra free time' for everyone.

For many it's 'my grandfather just died of COVID' time.

For many, it's 'I got laid off and am desperately trying to look for a way not to get evicted' time.

For many, it's 'I'm isolated from my friends, family and other sources of inspiration, I'm at home alone trying to deal with the world at large collapsing' time.

It's time to go out and protest for their rights. It's time to fall into a depression because they can't pay for medicine, because they're worried about a loved one with an immunodeficiency, because they have to decide whether to pay full tuition for taking classes online, which isn't as easy to learn from and feels like a rip-off.

I feel like this needs to be reiterated - fanfiction and fanart USUALLY doesn't pay. It's a hobby. Most fanfic authors aren't armcandy to a wealthy millionaire, and they can't just ignore other important life necessities in order to keep updating their 50k coffeeshop AU. It's not a viable career, and it will not keep you afloat. And while yes, many use it as an escape, many also can't write when they aren't safe, secure and know where their next paycheck is coming from.

So I'm not very surprised many creators are taking time away. They have lives, loved ones, other responsibilities, and at least one of those three is very likely a clusterfuck right now. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Be kind. Always assume everyone is doing their best. You never know what someone else might be going through.

[dimigexwrites]

Whumptober, Day 17 - Saiyo and Kazuko

Prompt: Field Care 101 ("please don't move", hemorrhage, dread) Fandom: Naruto (Healing Hands) Characters: Saiyo / Kazuko (both OC) Rating: T (language and maybe gore a little?) Words: 1851 (lol oops) Notes: This story is part of Healing Hands backdrop stories, if you're following that, it occurs around the next two chapters but won't be featured in the main story. For @cinlat who trusted me to write these two meeting for the first time

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It’s been a week, Saiyo reasoned as she walked through the darkened village. I'm not desperate to go back, I’m considerate. Tenzo wasn’t in a good place the last time I saw him. I just want to make sure that he’s doing okay now. There’s nothing more to it than that.

Saiyo ignored the fact that she’d spent most of her last night with Tenzo passed out in his bed, too drunk to stand up. She’d nurtured the hope that he’d join her at some point. He hadn’t. Saiyo couldn’t tell if Tenzo wasn’t interested in her sexually, or if he was worried about blurring the lines between professional and personal. Sometimes, she thought he let her get close to him because they had a connection. Other times, she thought it was all an act

Unbidden, the memory of Tenzo’s dead weight on her shoulder rose in Saiyo’s mind. She felt the slippery warmth of his blood running between her fingers, heard the wheeze of his final breath.

“No,” Saiyo growled, earning a startled look from a woman on her left. She leveled the stranger with a cold stare until they scurried down a side street. Saiyo blew out a breath. Tenzo hadn’t died; she’d gotten him back in time. He was perfectly fine, just busy. If anything had happened to him, someone would have told the Anbu.

When Saiyo paused outside Tenzo’s apartment, the curtains were drawn. She toyed with her hair, tucking it behind one ear before allowing it to fall over her right eye. Then, she shook her head. Her appearance didn’t matter. Tenzo didn’t care how Saiyo looked either because he wasn’t interested, or because he liked her regardless of how she looked. Drawing a deep breath, Saiyo knocked on the door.

After nearly a minute, Saiyo heard the latches click free on the opposite side. The door opened a sliver. “Why are you hiding—” Saiyo paused, surprised to see green eyes staring back at her. Anger swelled in her stomach. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

Sakura huffed out a sigh and rolled her eyes. “Is there something I can help you with?”

“I needed to talk to Yamato,” Saiyo growled, almost forgetting to use the man’s codename in her anger. Surely Sakura didn’t know him well enough to use the other. Saiyo tossed her hair from her face with a flip of her head. “It’s none of your business.”

Sakura ran a hand through her hair, then opened the door a fraction wider. “Is it urgent? He’s not really up for visitors at the moment.”

Rage blotted Saiyo’s logic, sparking angry red streaks at the edge of her vision. She squared her hips and shifted the weight onto the balls of her feet in anticipation for a fight. “I’ll let Yamato decide that. Besides, who do you think you are? A lonely little medic looking for some Anbu excitement because you can’t go on missions anymore?”

Sakura’s lips twitched at the insult, but she didn’t rise to the bait. If anything, she grew more calm in the face of Saiyo’s storm. “I’m not ‘some little medic’. I’m head medical consult for all of Anbu—”

“Is he hurt,” Saiyo interrupted, placing one palm against the door to push it open. “If he isn’t injured, Yamato isn’t any of your damn business. Or did you come to take him off duty too? Another fuckting manipulation to get your way.”

Anger poured out of Saiyo, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. Sakura might be the medic assigned to Anbu, but that didn’t give her a right to interfere with their lives. She needed to know her place. “Isn’t it bad enough that you put us through all that shit at the hospital? Nobody wants to talk about their feelings. Real shinobi don’t bother with that shit.”

“Oh, you’re clearly mission ready.” Sakura rolled her eyes, then drew a breath to collect herself. “You should go home. Yamato doesn’t need this kind of chaos in his life right now.”

“You don’t get to decide that.” The snarl that rose in Saiyo’s throat would have made even hardened enemies step backward. Sakura didn’t move, even when she shoved the door open to slip into the apartment. Tenzo wasn’t on the couch or the kitchen, so she moved past Sakura’s outstretched arm and deeper into the apartment.

Despite Sakura’s babbled warnings, Saiyo opened the bedroom door. It took her eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness inside. Once they did, she blinked and tried to clear the image away. Tenzo lay on the bed, curled on his right side as violent chills shook his body. The smell of old vomit and sweat clung to the room. Droplets stood out on Tenzo’s forehead and darkened the underarms of his t-shirt. He didn’t look toward the door.

“What’s wrong with him,” Saiyo hissed, spinning to face the woman behind her. “What did you do? He needs—”

“A medic?” The smugness in Sakura’s voice was infuriating. “Don’t worry, I have him well in hand.”

Saiyo opened her mouth to argue, but Tenzo cut it short by crying out in pain. She tried not to feel betrayed when Sakura’s name tangled in his throat instead of hers. The pinkette moved toward the bedside while Saiyo backed from the room, bile burning the back of her throat.

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The neon lights seemed brighter for the soft buzz of alcohol in Kazuko’s system. He’d drunk just enough to take the edge off another bad day at work. Sakura hadn’t been to work in almost a week, and even if Kazuko wanted to know why, he wasn’t sure who to ask. The patient load wasn’t that difficult without her, but the paperwork had started piling up on his desk. He needed to dedicate one evening this week to catching up on the stack. But, not tonight.

Kazuko filled his lungs with the cool evening air, then exhaled to clear it away. A bite of autumn felt refreshing after the summer’s heat. He’d probably need a jacket soon. Nearby, something clattered to the ground, then a loud hiss split the quiet. Kazuko frowned. There weren’t a lot of strays in Konoha, but it wasn’t unheard of either. He paused by the mouth of the alley and peered into the gloom to make sure everything was okay.

A puddle of blood glistened in the moonlight, pulling Kazuko deeper into the shadow. “Hello,” he called. “Anyone there?”

Someone or something had left a streak of blood along one wall, long lines suggesting that someone had dragged a bloody hand across the stone. He frowned and increased his pace. “If you’re hurt, just stay where you are. I’m a doctor. I can help.”

“Fuckin’ doctors already helped enough,” slurred a voice from beside a trashcan. “Fuck off.”

Frowning, Kazuko sat his bag on the ground and held up his empty hands. “Let me see that you’re alright, and I’ll be on my way.”

The mumbled response was unintelligible. Kazuko took in the scene before him, years of medical training leaping into practice without thought. A puddle of blood spread beneath the girl’s body, pulsing from multiple wounds. Golden eyes were opening and shutting rapidly as she fought to hang on to consciousness. One trembling hand held a needle next to a gaping slash over her stomach. She’d put three crooked stitches in the skin, but it wasn’t enough to hold it closed.

“What’s your name?” Kazuko asked, eyeing the more pressing injury on the girl’s right arm. A jagged cut ran elbow to wrist, bleeding profusely. She hadn’t tried to close it, probably not realizing how quickly she was going into shock. “Can you tell me what happened?”

“She had no right,” the girl murmured, eyes fluttering shut. Her lips smacked together, the scent of alcohol overwhelming when she breathed out a curse. “Bitch.”

Kazuko reached up to loosen the tie around his neck, thankful that he hadn’t gone home to change before getting a drink. He studied the arm wound for a moment, then knelt. Blood soaked through the knee of his pants as he wrapped his tie around the girl’s bicep, a couple of inches above the elbow. Using his free hand, he dug a pen from his bag and positioned it on top before tying the cloth a second time. “Can you tell me what happened?”

“They fucking pulled knives,” the woman mumbled, chin sinking toward her chest as she snorted. “Like chunin stood a chance against Anbu.”

Kazuko secured the device around the woman’s upper arm, frowning. “You’re a shinobi?”

“Obviously., I’m—” The girl hissed and jerked into a sitting position when Kazuko turned the pen and tightened the tourniquet around her arm. “Ow, that fucking hurts.”

Kazuko nodded without talking his eyes away from the wound. The hemorrhage slowed, then stopped. He breathed a sigh of relief before resting a hand on her shoulder. “Yeah, sorry about that. Let’s have a look at this cut on your stomach.”

Dragging some gauze from his bag, Kazuko clipped off the girl’s terrible stitches and pressed the white fabric against the gash. She arched and hissed, but she didn’t pull away. Kazuko held the pressure for several long seconds, then taped it off. He rocked back onto his heels. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”

The girl smiled, head cocked to the side as she studied Kazuko from a different angle. “My pride stings a bit if you want to examine that.”

Despite everything, Kazuko managed a chuckle. “I’m going to have to take a rain check, especially since I don’t even know your name.”

“Saiyo,” the woman exhaled and closed her eyes. Kazuko was almost certain that she’d fainted, then she repeated herself. “My name is Saiyo.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you,” Kazuko offered a small bow. “I’m Takeda Kazuko, and we’ve got to get you to the hospital. Then, I can page the Haruno-sen—”

Saiyo grabbed the lapel of Kazuko’s shirt, amusement clearing from her eyes like he’d imagined it. “Not Sakura.”

Kazuko frowned. “Haruno-sensei is a talented medic. She’ll be able to cure your injuries in minutes instead of weeks.”

“I don’t care, I’d rather die than ask for her help.” Saiyo pushed Kazuko away, and shook her head. “Actually I’m feeling much better now, I’ll just be on my way.”

“You’ve lost too—” Kazuko started to warn the woman that she shouldn’t make any sudden movements, when she pushed onto her feet. While her training undoubtedly gave her physical prowess, it couldn’t master everything. Saiyo’s eyes rolled back into her head as she collapsed into Kazuko’s arms. Sighing, he continued. “You’ve lost too much blood to stand up without help. Your blood pressure will drop, then you’ll faint.”

Easing Saiyo to the ground, Kazuko shook his head. He checked her pulse to make sure she was stable enough for him to get help, then lifted the woman into his arms. Kazuko silently cursed his aversion to the gym as he staggered forward two steps; shinobi made this look much easier than it was.

[tishinada]

Fic Back Friday

Take an older fic (or art for my artist friends) from about a year ago or older even and talk about it, show it off and hype it up.

I was tagged by @kunstpause​ and @curiousartemis​ thanks!

I’ll tag @rainofaugustsith​ @shimmersing​ @cinlat​ @chaosandwonder​ and @semper-draca​

This looks like fun!

The most recent of my stories that’s over a year old was “Taking Flight”, an origin story for my smuggler, Odinoka, aka ‘Noka, as a child and her relationship with her aunt, Dvora. It’s a little bittersweet but includes the moment when she first called herself Odinoka. It’s also one of my favorite stories I’ve written.

(lovely art of child ‘Noka, courtesy of Chaosandwonder, and a gift that I still makes me squeal because it captures ‘Noka as a child so perfectly .)

>>>>>

“Good! Again!” Dvora gestured at the young Mirialan girl who grinned at the praise before feinting a jab with her left hand then coming at the training pad with the right, her hip and torso rotating her weight onto her right foot and putting force behind the gloved fist coming from the girl’s chin. She struck with enough force that the older woman had to brace herself slightly, an impressive feat, even for a particularly sturdy nine year old.

And instantly, the girl withdrew to the guard position, weight back on her left foot and hands guarding her face.

“Good! Now, that’s the way you fight politely if people are watching. If you’re in a real fight, what would you do here?”

The girl held the guard position, eyes twinkling above that grin that got her in so much trouble already. “If I have weight and strength on them, I can step on their feet to keep them in range. If I don’t, I can throw dirt in their eyes to let me get close without getting hit. And if it’s a humanoid guy, I kick for the crotch.”

“You can kick women the same way, it just isn’t as easy to land a kick that curls them up on themselves. What’s the risk of kicking?”

“Someone who brawls will know they can step back, grab my foot, and throw me off balance.” The girl's lower lip stuck out a little at the memory of her aunt doing exactly that to her only a day ago.

The older woman grinned back at her. “Good! Now take a break and loosen up those muscles a little. Drink some water.”

The girl relaxed out of her stance and took a swig from the bottle of water on top of the beat-up old shipping crate that served as a table. Dvora dropped the makeshift training pad onto the edge of the ship’s ramp and sank down onto it with a tired sigh.

“Getting old, auntie?” The older woman snorted at the sweet tone of innocent concern, an expression that worked far better on some of her teachers than someone who’d known her since birth.

“Better watch that mouth, imp, or you’ll spend half an hour practicing blocks tomorrow night.”

(read the rest at AO3)

(Child ‘Noka and Aunt Dvora on the Dvora, also courtesy of Chaosandwonder’s generosity.)

[crqstalite]

A YEAR IN REVIEW: 2019.

Oh wow it’s two hours to midnight. I’m about to enter my fifteenth year of existence and second decade turn I’ve been alive to witness. Guess it’s time for my first annual year in review of fanfiction <3

WORD COUNT:

This year in total I wrote 150,065 words! Not even including the fanfictions I wrote for other fandoms throughout the year. This was all in a few months too. Damn, can’t wait to see where 2020 takes me if this is my writing prowess now.

The Breakdown:

Bloodlines took the cake at 71,593 words. Makes sense, I wrote that first and actually had it going a bit before I got the idea for Shadow of the Sith. It’s not obsolete just yet, but is currently on hiatus. Still one of my most written for projects. Means I’d been working on that since August. Startinglingly, the latest chapter was in October. That means that whole endeavor took two months to write 71.5k.

Shadow of the Sith is close behind at 47,995 words. With how I went from writing 2k word chapters to the latest being 7k words, it’s valid how the number jumps so much chapter-to-chapter. This one I’ve been working on since early November, and the most recent one was added today. That’s a month and some days worth of writing 48k words guys :0.

The Heritage prompts roll in at 15,657 words. I posted rather sporadically for this because most ended up being abandoned oneshots while I worked on Bloodlines and later, Shadow of the Sith. Still, it’s nothing to sneeze at and I’m rather proud of the work I put in.

The Made of Star Dust universe is at a haughty 11,777. Given this was written long before I’d even gotten the privelege to play Shadow of Revan, so some stuff is inaccurate but other than that a very ambitious project that I intend to pick up at some point. For now, it remains on hiatus.

The oneshots round us out at 3,043. This includes Hierarchy for the time being because it consists of a Khaak/Lana oneshot and that’s it. Not disappointed here, and I’m rather happy it even reached that. 

NEW THINGS I TRIED.

I tried Star Wars the Old Republic out again, and obviously I flourished here. The community is so kind and compassionate, not to mention inspiring. I tried out the Jedi Consular storyline, fell asleep halfway through, and then my Consular was the Barsen’thor.

Oh you mean writing wise.

I definitely extended my writing. My word counts shot up this year from 500 words in 2018 to 8k words just a week or so ago. I’ve improved my storytelling to include characters and personalities I’ve never encompassed before. Took my hand at writing more romance, and successfully.

I visited the TrollHunters fandom for a period of time and rather enjoyed it, I have one 8k fic going on it’s fourth month on hiatus on my AO3 page. I joined my first actual hate for a show and that materialized in Voltron: Legendary Defender.

I joined AO3. Didn’t find immediate success but I found some of my favorite authors there. My account is here: euphoria_starrs.

I joined tumblr for the first time. Had never experienced it before but now it’s my main media. Other than the problematic side of tumblr, I like the people here.

FAVORITE THING I WROTE THIS YEAR.

Definitely Shadow of the Sith. I accomplished so much with it already and it’s not even near done but people enjoy it, and it’s been one of the biggest succesful endeavors I’ve ever done. Thanks for taking time to read it guys <3

FAVORITE FIC I READ THIS YEAR.

*Takes a deep breath* Well here we go I guess.

@cavalier-life‘s Collateral Damages. It’s so artfully written, and for a ship I definitely didn’t think I’d grow to love as much as I do now. The characterization is beautiful, and the conflicts are real and believable. I adore Selirah with my whole heart, thank so much for writing it! Have definitely binged chapters repeatedly until the words are swimming on the page at two in the morning.

@cinlat‘s...whole library. Particularily Howl In the Night (I intend to get to reading Heart on a Trigger, just haven’t had the time yet) because of the untouched territory it delves into. I love the way you handled the story, and it’s truly heartbreaking at the end. Your oneshots are to die for as well. But Our Own pulled at my heartstrings. I’d lie if I didn’t say I was rooting for Nahir the whole time.

@melissagt‘s Not Afraid Anymore. I think I already commented on it but I’ll do it again. Yet another ship I didn’t think I’d sail but as I got deeper and deeper into Andronikos, Theron and Lelu’s relationship I just let the sail go. I love the story and how they get accustomed to each other and just how gritty it is. I definitely stayed up late at night to finish reading it.

@lumielles​‘s Guilt By Association, Outlander Day and Need a Minute. I haven’t had the time to read much more of Idan’s story, but Aramys and Theron break my heart with every oneshot and story of yours I read. I love it because it’s so tasteful, and absolutely bittersweet at the best of times. I look forward to learning more about this family :)

@greencrusader13​‘s All Were Innocent Once. I adore this story because it was one of the first ones I read in the fandom, and it was beautiful. Cirak and Tyar are such three-dimensional characters, and I can’t wait to learn more about the others present. 

Any others I found but for those who don’t have tumblr accounts can be found on my Fic Recs Page. Flirting With Desire (Sirius Ordo), and Someone To Fight For (Bamfbugboy) always tear at my heartstrings whenever I read them. If ya’ll like to cry, here they are.

WRITING GOALS FOR 2020.

1. Definitely finish Shadow of the Sith. Mellena and Theron’s story desperately needs to be told, and I will go down with this ship! There are a bunch of other characters worthy of their chapters in here as well, and I really want to write for Knights. Just have to get through Shadow of Revan and Ziost and we’re in the clear.

2. Start Shan. You guys are so infatuated with this post that I figure it deserves to be written. I was going to anyways, but goddamn ya’ll are still reposting it so I’ll see if I can do the plot justice. Currently, the PC is a sith inquisitor named Liv but that could change soon.

3. Finish Bloodlines? I’m not sure if anyone’s particularily enjoying it, but I started it so I’ll finish it. I think. Maybe.

4. Start love interest specific stories. I tend to meander into whole stories of a bunch of OCs and their love interests (see: Bloodlines/Shadow of the Sith), but in 2020 I think I’ll try to appeal to smaller fanbases with certain stories. I’m looking at writing a Mandalorian-centric Ba’shira/Torian fic, a slight rewrite of the Trooper story for Hakiojkl/Aric, a Sith-centric one for Lana/Khaak, a shorter one for a currently unnamed female Sith Warrior/Pierce, shorter one for a currently unnamed female Sith Inquisitor/Andronikos, short one for Bisauur/Zenith and a short one for Naji/Felix. Maybe one for Koth, but goddamn there isn’t a signal fic I can find on him.

5. Write Bad Girls Club. I don’t know why I made this a thing, but goddamn it’s a thing now and I love it. Kind of love the idea of some younger female bounty hunters running around the galaxy and causing chaos.

6. Possibly write a Theron/Outlander/Lana story. Why? I’m not sure but no one has done it yet and with the chemistry Theron and Lana have in-game already plus the chemistry they have as friends if you romance them can’t be easily passed up. Not high on my list of priorities, but it shall be done.

WORD OF THANKS.

My thanks goes out to this list of wonderful people:

@the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond​, @greencrusader13​, @oakstar519​, @a-muirehen​, @shabre-legacy​, @starstrucknerdbatkid​, @swtorpadawan​, @elaphaemourra​, @theherooftython​, @anchanted-one​, @sheyshen​, @roguescarlett​, @insufficient-focus​, Dragonheart on Discord, Sidhe Vicious and Necril on Discord!! You guys are so great for believing in little 14 year old me and taking a chance on roleplaying with me and reading my fics. You’re so appreciated <3

HAPPY NEW YEAR, AND GOOD LUCK ON YOUR NEW ENDEAVORS!

[miss-spooky-eyes]

Six-Sentence Sunday

Nobody tagged me, and it's more than six obvs. But. I'm behind on tumblr and SWTOR and everything. Work is apocalyptic due to CV-19. I have had a stress headache for four days. I just want to put something out there in the world.

*

'You can end this at any time.'

Devinahl laughed, shakily, resting her sweat-soaked forehead against her arm as she hung in her bonds. 'We're just getting started. Unless this rather unsubtle exercise is all you've got in your bag of tricks?'

Suddenly, a blinding image of white-blue light flashed into being in front of her eyes, stabbing through her implants, and she almost cried out at the shock of it. It was SCORPIO, not her polished silver android body and sculpted head, but SCORPIO as Devinahl had seen her when she allowed the droid to upload her consciousness into the Imperial Archives; the image of a human woman of unearthly beauty, skin too perfect to be real, full lips, almond-shaped eyes. She hung in the darkness in front of Devinahl's eyes, shimmering like a planet in the blackness of space, all dazzling white and coruscating blue.

'Oh no,' the image said, and somehow, although Devinahl knew it was just some kind of projection with no physical presence, she heard SCORPIO's voice - not coming from where the droid was standing, but speaking inside her head. 'I have much, much more.'

*

Going to unsolicitedly tag other people: @verbose-vespertine, @sunsetofdoom, @sith-shenanigans, @a-muirehen, @cinlat, anybody else who wants to share something, let's see what you're up to.

[cinlat]

15 Questions

Tagged by @commander-krios and @keldae Thank you guys!

1. Are you named after anyone?

Not really? My mom’s the oldest of six. She met a little girl at my youngest aunt’s (she was 12 at the time) ballet recital and fell in love with her name.

2. When was the last time you cried?

I don’t remember the when, just that it was sometime in the last few months. My husband was trying to help pop the disc next to my shoulder blade back in, and then I couldn’t breath, and I got so friggin angry at my scoliosis that I started crying. Really freaked him out, because I’m not really one to get emotional about anything. The whole situation was weird, tbh.

3. Do you have kids?

I’ve got two teenagers man. Send help!

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Your realize there’s no right answer to this, right?

(#5 is missing btw)

It certainly is

6. What's your eye colour?

Grey, unless I’m ill, then it’s bright blue. Eyes are weird.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Scary movies all the way. I love me some zombies.

8. Any special talents?

My unending patience with grumpy people. It’s legit legendary, I’m not even bragging.

9. Where were you born?

Alabama, USA and I’ve lived kind of all over the south.

10. What are your hobbies?

Procrastination mostly. I occasionally dabble in some reading. I haven’t written anything properly in months, mainly due to the first hobby I mentioned. Oh, and I’ve recently discovered a love for baths.

11. Have you any pets?

A 5lb chihuahua. A 17lb maine coon. and a $.99 feeder fish that I didn’t think would last a year..... That was 7 or 8 years ago, he now has a 20 gallon tank all to himself and gets super excited when kids come up to see him. The fish has more personality than the dog and cat combined. I love that stupid, immortal goldfish.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

Softball, figure skating, cycling, a VERY brief stint of mountain biking, water skiing, basketball, cheerleading....

13. How tall are you?

Shorter than most of you....

14. Favourite subject in school?

Science and PE. Yes, I loved PE. I didn’t have to take tests or memorize stuff.

15. Dream job?

I genuinely don’t know. I’m pretty content where I’m at, and I think that’s all anyone can really ask for.

I don’t know who’s been tagged because I’m a terrible tumblrer (I’m old and tired and scroll mindlessly without looking at who posts what) So, I’ll throw out some no pressure tags @kunoichi-ume @dimigex @starknstarwars @salaciouscrumpet @rainofaugustsith @outcastcommander @eorzeashan @dingoat

[rainofaugustsith]

Too Much Information Interview: Ror

Thank you so much for the tag @cinlat! Tagging...I’m not sure who would like to do more interviews but @verbose-vespertine @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond @chokit-pyrus @shabre-legacy @a-muirehen @cavalier-life @mimabeann​ @tishinada​ I always love hearing about your OCs if there’s anyone who wants an interview!  Oh hell, someone gave Ror The Murder!Jedi the floor. Run. 

All answers given by Ror, who insisted on doing the interview with only T7-O1 in attendance in one of the Alliance’s conference rooms.  ► Name ➔  Rorjhana. It is derived from the Sith for "She whose leaves sweats poison."  Ror for short. That is my name now. It doesn't matter what it was before. My nickname has always been Ror, though.  ► Are you single ➔  Ahem. I may possibly have a friend with benefits shall we say? ► Are you happy ➔ *sigh* I don't know. ► Are you angry ➔ Always. ► Are your parents still married ➔ How would I know? NINE FACTS ► Birth Place ➔ Haven't a clue.  ► Hair Color ➔ Purple. Of course it's not natural. ► Eye Color ➔ Gold, but they used to be brown. ► Birthday ➔ *sigh* I was given a date by the Jedi. I don't know if I trust it. Summer. I'm 38 years old if I trust this data (NB: this is set after Onslaught in 3629 BBY. Ror is a Leo in Western Zodiac.). ► Mood ➔ Unrest. ► Gender ➔ Female. ► Summer or winter ➔ Summer. I like warmth. ► Morning or afternoon ➔ Afternoon. I like it when things slow down. Mornings are always too frantic for me. EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE ► Are you in love ➔ I care for people. Let's leave it there. ► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ No. Why would you trust someone that much immediately? ► Who ended your last relationship ➔ *cough* Kira. She apparently doesn't want to be with an ex-Jedi who now works for the Empire's ally. I respect her feelings but I need to be who I am. ► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ Probably Kira’s, at least twice. Years ago I ran away without telling her or anyone else where I was going after our battle with Vitiate. I just couldn’t stay and I knew it wouldn’t be right for her own path if she joined me. More recently, she broke up with me but I know she was heartbroken. She does not understand why I am who I am now, or why I would choose to be Dark or fight against the Jedi.  ► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ I wouldn't say afraid. I keep my word for people if I care for them. ► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ T7. ► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ Yes. ► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ No. I have enough people on the outside to disappoint me.  SIX CHOICES ► Love or lust ➔ Lust comforts but can be fleeting. Love comforts more, but is also more dangerous. Pick your poison, I guess. ► Lemonade or iced tea ➔ You know, I didn't try either until I got to the Alliance! I'm becoming fond of lemonade. ► Cats or Dogs ➔ Both. I like keeping pets. They always love you. ► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ I've not had a lot of friends. I'd settle for people I can trust. Quality over quantity. ► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ Can't one do both? ► Day or night ➔ Night is easier for me. When I was with the Jedi, I could sometimes sneak out of the temple at night. I'd tell them I was going to meditate and I'd go into the hills and just think. Even now on Odessen I like to do that. FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS ► Been caught sneaking out ➔ Yes. I was actually known on Tython and Coruscant for the sheer number of times I tried to leave. ► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ Nah. I'm reasonably graceful. ► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ Quite  often. ► Wanted to disappear ➔ Yes. You have no idea how much I wanted a stealth generator to escape.  FOUR PREFERENCES ► Smile or eyes ➔ Eyes. You can't always trust a smile. ► Shorter or Taller ➔ *shrug* No real preference. ► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ Give me both, I'm greedy. ► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ Hook-ups with trusted friends. Which might be its own type of relationship and not a hook-up after all, yes? FAMILY ► Do you and your family get along ➔  Well, considering the Jedi stole me from my family and I have no idea who they are, I guess the answer is no, isn't it? ► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ Yes. ► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ Yes. I tried to escape from Coruscant and Tython many times. I finally succeeded after defeating one incarnation of Vitiate. ► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ No, and I was disappointed because I tried my damndest to make that happen. FRIENDS ► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ I'm open with my hatred. You'll know. ► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ No. Some are, some aren't. ► Who is your best friend ➔ T7. He listens, even if he doesn't understand why I'm now Dark. He doesn't judge. I'm so happy the Commander realized he needed to be with me. *T7-O1 beeps happily* T7 + Ror = always friends.  ► Who knows everything about you ➔ Nobody comes close enough.

[pineaberry]

Fictober: #28

SWTOR

STARRING: Bela Kiwiiks, Satele Shan, and THERON SHAN sleeping it off!

PART 1: [X] | PART 2: [X] | PART 3: [X] | PART 4: [X]

PART 5: [X] | PART 6: [X] | PART 7: [X] | PART 8: [X]

ALMOST DONE WITH FICTOBER Y’ALL! DANCE WITH ME! 

Special thanks to @sunsetofdoom for making my favorite bitter noodle head!

@doomhamster @fluffynexu  @anchanted-one @kunoichi-ume @cinlat @velvetsunset and @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond

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The morning was cold and misty on Tython. Within a small council chamber three figures took their place: Grand Master Satele Shan, Master Bela Kiwiiks, and the Hero of Tython: Tikal Ameron.

“We are ready,” Satele nodded towards the protocol droid at the entrance and it opened the heavy door.

Just beyond the doorway stood an unimpressive looking Twilek. She could have been just another illegal settler were it not for the heavy cuffs on her wrists and restraint gloves. She wore penance robes, spun from the most abrasive nerf wool. Her feet were bare and scuffed as she stood before her three judges as the very picture of Jedi humility. Tikal’s lips twitched in amusement.

“Let the record show the accused is wearing something from the Flesh Raider collection. Desiccated wrat edition.”

“Master Ameron, I will ask that you take this hearing seriously,” Bela chided as Satele didn’t so much as look up from her datapad. Tikal herself had long since eschewed wearing traditional Jedi garb, opting instead for whatever was fashionable on Coruscant. Tikal claimed that it helped to look one’s best when serving as a diplomat, and Satele had enough headaches to deal without trying to enforce a dress code.

“Withdrawn,” Tikal responded cheerfully as the Twilek glared daggers. If looks could kill, Tikal would have been one with the Force ages ago.

Satele finally looked up and acknowledged the woman standing in the middle of the room. “Master Sohnya Rhastova, you are here before us accused of using your title and influence to purchase male slaves from the market which you then kept in a personal apartment so that you might torture the at your leisure. You were apprehended by Master Ameron at the scene of the crime.”

“Grand Master Satele, the charges are preposterous! I would never soil my title-”

“The charges are not in dispute, Sohnya. We saw what you did to that poor boy. You are unfit to bear the title of Barsen’thor,” Bela cut her off.

“The real question is, what are we going to do with you?” Tikal mused.

Sohnya scowled and before turning to address Satele. “Why is she here? A judgement is passed between Jedi Masters and members of the High Council. Tikal is neither.”

“We have suffered many losses in this war. Tikal stands in place of Master Orgus Din,” Satele replied as though she were commenting about the weather, “Regardless, Master Kiwiiks makes a good point. You were confined to the healing room so that you may meditate upon your actions. Have you anything to say for yourself?”

Sohnya’s violet eyes flickered with confusion. None of this was going as she expected it to.

“They were Sith. You saw them yourself. Red demonic Sith. I had to purify them. Surely you understand, they weren’t boys, they were Sith!”

Master Kiwiiks gave a frustrated sigh. “No change. Three months and the corruption remains.”

“I honestly don’t know what good you thought solitary confinement would do her,” Tikal scoffed, “you should have given her to me like I asked.”

“I am well aware of your interest in her, but as she is, Sohnya is not fit for your brand of diplomacy,” said Bela.

“I just give the senators what they ask for, and they give us funding in return. You didn’t seem to mind it when Alderaan donated a fleet of hospital ships,” Tikal countered.

Sohnya was fuming and seemed just about ready to explode. “I will not be passed around like some trinket! It’s bad enough you have me patching up your little boy toy! I am ten times the Jedi you will ever be! You will not humiliate me!”

Satele and Bela slowly turned to stare at Tikal.

“Is this true?” Bela asked, “You’ve been taking patients to her?”

“Of course it’s true! Just yesterday she brought in some piece of meat dressed as an Imperial. She claimed he was an asset that had information or some nonsense. He wandered off in the middle of the night. Probably whored himself out to her! Look at the security footage! You’ll see I’m telling the truth!”

“Master Ameron, is this true?” the togrutan pressed.

“I really don’t think hearsay about what happens in a Cantina is worth discussing in the middle of a hearing,” Tikal replied in her best diplomatic tone.

There was a blip as Master Kiwiiks pulled up a holo recording of the night before and there, for the entire room to see, was Theron Shan on his knees in nothing but a sheet.

“Yes! That’s him! That’s the little tart!” Sohnya pointed excitedly at the image.

“Oh Sohnny, that is rich coming from you,” Tikal rolled her eyes.

“He looks familiar,” Bela squinted at the recording.

“Enough! I heard enough,” Satele interjected and promptly cut off the feed.

“But Grand Master-” Sohnya implored but was silenced as Satele gave her a stern look.

“I move to divest Sohnya Rhastova of her rank and title. Master Kiwiiks?” the grandmaster announced.

“Agreed.”

“Master Ameron?”

“Agreed.”

“But Master Satele!” Sohnya cried out as though betrayed.

“Then it is unanimous. Sohnya Rhastova will be returned to her meditative isolation while the council considers an adequate sentence,” the Grand Master responded curtly. To anyone who didn’t know Master Satele, it would seem as though she were simply trying to move things along. However, Tikal noticed how she gripped her datapad just a little too tight and her lips were ever so slightly pursed together. She was uncomfortable with the idea of Theron in Tikal’s bed.

Good. I’m glad something punched through that layer of ice.

As Tikal escorted (read: dragged out) an irate Sohnya from the council chambers. Satele excused herself before making her way out of the central chamber to go for a walk in the gardens. She told herself it was a way to clear her mind, but in reality, it a futile attempt to erase the mental image of her son and…

She clenched her fists and took a deep breath.

There was a wall between herself and Theron that could never be breached. And yet, he had listened to her when she warned him about his father’s darker tendencies. Yes, he had been angered by her meddling, but he had listened. Perhaps she would get lucky once more.

Without much of a plan in terms of what she wanted to say, Satele made her way to Tikal’s room and knocked. When nobody answered she took the liberty of opening the door herself… only to find Theron stark naked and sprawled on her bed asleep. Satele suddenly realized her mistakes and regretted everything. She immediately turned about and marched out the same way she came.

The talk could wait.

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Original Fictober Promp List HERE!

[dimigex]

30 Question Tag Game

Tagged by: @cinlat (thanks!)

Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag blogs you are contractually obligated to know better.

Name/Nickname: Dimigex or Dimi typically 

Gender: Female

Star sign: Leo

Height: 5′ 7”

Birthday: July 26

Time: 2:47  pm

Favorite bands: I literally don’t have favorites. I listen to just about any thing as long as the music is good. I guess I’m partial to Marianas Trench, Adelitas Way, Fitz and the Tantrums. Honestly, it’s all over the place lol 

Favorite solo artists: Again, I listen to everything so I don’t have favorites. I like Beth Crowley a lot. Honestly, whatever Spotify suggests, I give it a try and listen to a wide rang of stuff 

Song stuck in my head: honestly, the Paw Patrol theme song haha

Last movie: I attempted to watch the Clone Wars animated film a while back. We ended up not finishing because marriage is dumb lol 

Last show: I’ve been watching 13 Reasons Why, and before that it was Lucifer 

When did I create this blog: 2016 I think

What do I post: Everything? Mostly it’s Naruto, but there’s a smattering of other fandoms that I’ve fallen into (mostly overwatch), and really just anything that catches my eye. A lot of writing stuff too 

What do I refuse to post: I don’t get into to the bashing posts about real world stuff whether politics or religion. This is a place for art, writing, and shit posts lol at least for me

Last thing I googled: The name of the clone wars movie which is apparently just clone wars. I swear I pay attention haha 

Other blogs: I don’t have the energy to keep up with multiples that’s why you get everything in one 

Do I get asks: Sometimes, but I absolutely love them so please feel free to send me all the things. I love to flail over stories, hash out ideas that I’ll probably never write, complain about all the things. Honestly, I’m not as intimidating as I seem?

Why I chose my url: So my name is combination of two old nicknames from my character on WoW and a Tolkien fansite that I smushed together into Dimigex 

Following: 255

Followers: 372 and I love each and every one of you. Come into my ask box and say hi, let me write you a drabble of the micro variety (because that’s the only thing I ever finish lol), flail about things with me. 

Average hours of sleep: Somewhere between five and seven I think

Lucky number: 18

Instruments: I played clarinet for a while, and piano as a kid. Nothing now

What am I wearing: An akatsuki t-shirt and purple leggings 

Dream job: Author, obviously. Though, I’ve taken a few commissions and being paid to write isn’t as fun as it sounds. Deadlines are hard haha 

Dream trip: I want to go to Japan so badly, it’s on my bucket list! 

Favorite food: Pizza is my favorite, hands down. Just cheese and lots of sauce

Nationality: American and no idea beyond that lol 

Favorite song: I can’t pick a favorite but I’m currently digging the song Empire by Beth Crowley because it’s seriously inspiring a Reaper fanfic that I’m desperately trying not to write (send help, please) 

Last book read: Okay, so I’m a big reader. I’m reading a few at the moment. The last I completed was Street Freaks by Terry Brooks. I’m currently reading these (I had to go to goodreads to check haha) -It’s Not Supposed to be This Way: - The Shadow Rising (Wheel of Time) - Ships of Magic (Liveship Traders) - The Left Hand of Darkness -I Though it was just Me: Women Reclaiming Power and Courage in a Culture of Shame

Top three fictional universes I’d like to live in: Naruto, Lord of the Rings, or Mistborn was a pretty cool world. Honestly, I’d like to experience most of hte ones I’ve read lol 

I’m going to tag @birkastan2018 @vibgyoroygbiv @bouncyirwin if you guys want to do this! Plus anyone else who wants to. I love learning about my followers, just tag me. 

[dingoat]

Character Interview

Tagged by @askshivanulegacy​ and @cinlat​ !! TY for tagging, I do get there eventually! Pretty sure most folk in my regular have been tagged already? @greencrusader13​ have you done this for any of yours?

► Name ➔  Ahuska Crow of Clan Crow, allies of Motir’Ang and Kot, member of the Free People’s Army. You don’t get to call me Puppy!

► Are you single ➔ "Hell no! And don’t you dare fethin’ start with that ‘oh but if you were...’ talk.”

► Are you happy ➔   “Yes. I mean, mostly. Got some osik to sort out before I can properly relax and say I’m content, y’know? But I like where I’m at, like... personally, if that’s what you mean.”

► Are you angry ➔ “I mean I do get angry sometimes? Sure?”

► Are your parents still married ➔ “They would be, if Santha wasn’t marching very far away. I’m not sure Jinn could give her heart to anyone else.”

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ "Best guess is Ruweln. But home is Dxun.”

► Hair Color ➔  “Blonde? Like really really blonde? Is this what they call ‘platinum’ on Coruscant? I dunno. I mean it’s not quite white.”

► Eye Color ➔ “Blue. Like the sky near the horizon in the middle of the day on Tatooine.”

► Birthday ➔ “Aaaahahaha I mean sure I was born on a specific date but who the feth knows what that was. I kinda pick a different day every year that I feel like celebrating the fact that I’m a little older than I was before. ‘Oh, have I had a birthday yet this year? No? Let’s have it in a week.’ That sorta thing.”

► Mood ➔ "What like... right now? Kinda happy, kinda anxious. Like I said, got osik to do and Imps at my back. Enjoying the moments I can but, stars, always got to keep an eye over my shoulder.”

► Gender ➔ “Female? Is this important?”

► Summer or winter ➔ “Out of the two? Winter. But every season’s got it’s strong points. You ever had a ripe peach? Damn, I’ll forgive every drip of gross summer sweat for the fact that it comes with peaches.”

► Morning or afternoon ➔ “ALL DAY EVERY DAY.”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love ➔ “Not even a question. Head over fethin’ heels.”

► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ “I mean... yeah.”

► Who ended your last relationship ➔ “That bastard did. Can’t believe I let him waste my time the way he did. If I ever see his bastard face again...!”

► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ "Uhhh. I meeean.” Side-eyes toward Kovar. “That doesn’t really count, does it? He knew I loved someone else the whole time. He never had a chance.”

► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ “I guess not?”

► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ “Every goddamn night and plenty times in between.”

► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ “Not that I’ve ever... been made aware of? Though sometimes I wonder, after Crow showed me all those news pieces across the holonet. Might be cute, hey? So long as they don’t go all creepy stalker over it?”

► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ “I know this is about my love life. But... there’ve been times I’ve taken in an animal that I knew, deep down, wouldn’t make it. Didn’t stop me trying. Couldn’t stop the inevitable. That’s what happens when you love animals, yeah? Little lives that are almost always destined to play out before yours does.”

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ “Oh, both. Love is all the time, lust is in the moment, and both are fethin’ excellent.”

► Lemonade or iced tea ➔ “How about caf or a strawberry milkshake you heathen.”

► Cats or Dogs ➔ “Both. And birds, and reptiles, and reptomammals, and cetaceans, insectoids, mustelids... want me to keep going...??”

► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ “....hmm. I guess I keep my circle of real close people... pretty small. I’m trying to get to know more folk, though. Yeah... yeah I’ve got a good few out there who mightn’t know everything about me, but I could still call on to get me out of a pinch. That’s friendship enough, right?”

► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ “Yes.”

► Day or night ➔ “Both. Your sleep cycle kinda becomes arbitrary when you planet hop as much as we’ve been lately, ‘lek? See plenty of both and I wouldn’t trade one for the other, though... there’s something to be said for stars.”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ “I’ve definitely been caught sneaking.”

► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ “Oh probably. Buir used to say I went through a phase where I just kinda rolled everywhere.”

► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ “Oh, stars. Yes.”

► Wanted to disappear ➔ “.....” The pause is very lengthy, the answer very quiet. “Yeah.”

FOUR PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ “Oh my stars, don’t make me choose. I suppose I usually notice eyes first on a person, but when it came to Crow...”

► Shorter or Taller ➔ “No preference. When you grow up with buire as different in height as mine were, hah, anything seems acceptable.”

► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ “Attraction, but it’s gotta be on... all levels, yeah? Physical’s important but you need that personality click, too.”

► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ “Relationship.”

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along ➔ “Yeah. Always loved them. And now that buir’s back to me proper, there’s nothing but love there.”

► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ “Nah. I had a... pretty fethin’ blessed upbringing, honestly. Stars knows what it was like before I was adopted, and sure some of the osik I been through the last couple years has been a little... ahhh... not great... I’d still say overall my life’s been a good one.”

► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ "Not really. Couple times as a kid I’d go on ‘adventure trips’ sorta without properly warning m’ buire but I don’t think that’s the same thing?”

► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ "Nah.”

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ "....look. There has been hate, yeah. But it was never secret. And there might still be things to work through. But anyone I hate completely isn’t a friend.”

► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ “Nah. Definitely a few good folk I know but only as casual acquaintences. People I don’t mind being around, but wouldn’t expect to stick their neck out for me, ‘lek?”

► Who is your best friend ➔ “Crow. Hands down. Sometimes... sometimes I feel like... if Nines ever actually properly let down her guard... ahh, I dunno. In another world, maybe.”

► Who knows everything about you ➔ “Crow is the only one I voluntarily share every part of myself with. But I don’t doubt Nines knows everything that could possibly be scrounged up about me, whether I want her to or not.”

[kunoichi-ume]

Pictures from the Dark Hunter Tour. We never really said but part of the inspiration for this trip for me and @cinlat was the Dark Hunter books by Sherrilyn Kenyon (that she is responsible for getting me hooked on) was that a lot of them are set in New Orleans and have a lot locations that are inspired by real life buildings and areas in the city. We had to go and find some of the landmarks to see where our favorite characters stomping grounds looked like.